Camouflage - Chapter Three
I stared at the phone for over 30 minutes before I finally picked it up and dialed Brad's number. It had been five days since he had handed me the card and told me to call if I wanted to explore things further. The problem was, I didn't know what I was agreeing to. All I knew was that I liked the way I had felt ever since I had met him -- sexy... alive... vibrant. Even sex with Mark was better because of it.
He picked it up on the third ring and my voice threatened to fail me. "Hello, Brad?" I said hesitantly into the receiver.
"Yes," he answered. "Hello Joni." I could hear the smile in his voice and breathed a sigh of relief from the strain of making the call.
"Hi. How are you?" I realized it was a stupid thing to say as soon as the words left my mouth, but I hadn't prepared a speech.
"I'm fine... thank you," he said politely, but cutting the small talk off quickly. "Are you calling to say that you would like to continue?" I wondered momentarily what it was like to have such confidence... to be so bold.
"Yes." It was almost a whisper, but he didn't challenge my certainty.
"I'm very pleased to hear that," he said in a business tone and instantly I knew that he was probably meeting with a client. "Come to the address on my card at two o'clock on Wednesday and we'll discuss the details."
"Oh... all right," I answered looking at the address on the card.
"And bring the items we purchased, OK?"
"Yes. Fine," I said knowing he meant the corset and stockings. "I hope I haven't interrupted a business meeting."
"It was worth the interruption, Joni." I could hear the smile in his voice once again. "I'll see you on Wednesday."
My hands shook as I laid down the telephone an replayed the conversation in my mind. The sound of his voice had started a hunger that I knew would continue to grow during the two-day wait.
When Wednesday afternoon finally came, I anxiously put on the corset. The silk stockings felt wonderful as I slid them over my freshly-shaven legs and hooked them with the garters. I slid the snap-crotch panties on besides. I wasn't sure if he meant that I should bring them or wear them, but wearing them seemed to answer both possibilities. The red linen shirt dress I chose belted at the waist and accentuated my curves.
The address on the card read West Cliff Drive, a scenic ocean-view street with a coastal path for tourists, joggers, surfers and bicyclist. It was always busy and there was no exception as I drove my BMW down the street looking for his address. The street was lined with some of the most expensive homes in Santa Cruz and I didn't remember any businesses in the area.
As the street numbers got closer to the one on Brad's card, I realized his business was probably in his home. I pulled the car into the drive of a gray, two-story house with a full view of the Pacific ocean. A shallow "Wow!" escaped my lips; the house had to be worth close to a million dollars.
I locked the car and stood in front of the house gathering my courage to continue towards the door. It still wasn't too late to turn around. The salty breeze cleared my head as I looked towards the ocean waves. I watched the joggers and mothers pushing strollers along the path. One of the joggers waved to me and my heart jumped when I realized it was Brad. There was no escaping him now.
"Hi!" he yelled as he crossed the street. "Sorry, I'm running late." I had never seen him in so few clothes and I was impressed by his tan, muscular legs.
"Hi," I managed to say as he came up close to my side.
"If I don't run, I don't get to eat the dessert I have for us to share." His smile was as warm and tender, like the first day we met.
"How far do you run?" I asked as his hand found the small of my back and led me to the front door.
"Just down to the lighthouse and back. It's about four miles round trip."
The interior of the house was simple, but very elegantly done in black and white. Several marble pieces brought a richness to the spacious room on the second story that looked out toward the ocean. A large drawing table covered with blueprints stood near a bay window and an oak table used for dining and business sat just inside a large sliding-glass door going out to the patio.
"You have a beautiful house," I said following him into the kitchen. He drank a large glass of water and then reached to turn on the coffee pot. I noticed a pastry box from Emily's Bakery sitting on the counter and wondered what he had chosen to go with the coffee.
"Thank you. It's my home and office." He stood and stared into my eyes for the longest moment, as if searching for something. I smiled nervously and tried hard not to pull my eyes away.
"I'm glad you decided to pursue this further," he finally said. "Let's go sit down and discuss some things while the coffee is brewing." He led me out onto the balcony where two patio chairs faced the ocean and pointed for me to sit. The sound of the waves blocked out the noise of the occasional cars passing below us.
"I want to lay down some guidelines so that you will know that you will always be safe in my care," he started. "I sense that you have some concerns in this area."
"Yes... I guess I do."
"First of all, I will never jeopardize your health in any way... except perhaps too much cholesterol," he grinned. "Although I will expect you to do everything I ask, you will always have the option of stopping. Do you know what a safe word is?"
"You mean like 'yellow?'" I asked. I read the term in magazine articles and knew that it was a word that signified that you wanted your partner to stop what he was doing. It came about to clear up the confusion of whether "No... stop" actually meant no, stop or "that's great... keep going."
"Yes," he said. "That will work fine. If you say 'yellow' I will stop what we're doing. It may tell me that you have gone as far as you can go in our exploration or it may tell me that I need to choose another path with you. We'll see what happens."
He smiled at me, warming me with his eyes. "I am not saying that we will ever get to a point of actually having sex, although it's impossible not to imagine it with you, but I want you to know my stance on things. Although I am HIV negative, I always use a condom for vaginal or anal sex." I shifted in my chair from the amount of information and Brad winked at me.
"Have you ever thought about this, Joni?" he asked
"Well, I wondered about birth control actually. I've been married so long I had forgotten about AIDS."
"When it comes to oral sex, I omit the condom," he added. "Do you feel comfortable with these terms?" I wanted to laugh, but only smiled at him.
"I would hardly call it comfortable, Brad. But, yes. Those terms sound fine with me."
"Good," he said rising from his chair. "I think the coffee is ready. Let's go back inside." He waited for me to walk in front of him and gently slipped his arm around my waist as we walked back towards the kitchen. I noticed that I always felt more calm when he was touching me.
He poured the coffee into two mugs setting on a serving tray next to a dessert plate and two forks. The remainder went into a white carafe that he sat on the tray. I leaned over close to him and watched as he opened the bakery box and gently lifted a piece of Black Forest cake onto the plate, catching his index finger on the frosting.
"Here," he said raising his finger towards my mouth. "Clean this off for me." I opened my mouth instinctively as his finger came nearer and closed my lips around the frosting. I closed my eyes and ran my tongue back and forth as I savored the taste of him and the chocolate. The combination left me wanting to lick further.
"Good girl," he said pulling his finger out and picking up the tray. I followed him back to the large table and waited for him to show me where he wanted me to sit. Instead of pulling a chair out for me, he walked over to the entrance closet and pulled out a wooden hanger.
"Although that dress is very lovely on you," he said walking back to me, "you are far too overdressed. Let me hang it up for you."
My knees weakened slightly as I slowly reached for the top button. It was my own personal moment of truth and I knew I had to go through with it if I was going to stay. Brad's eyes had become intense as he stared into mine, as if giving me the power to continue to the next button... and the next. As the dress fell open, his eyes feasted upon the corset, stockings, and panties hidden beneath. I turned my head back towards the window realizing that anyone looking in would see me.
"It's OK," said Brad reaching out for the dress. "You'll be sitting down." I took the dress the rest of the way off and handed it over to him feeling totally exposed. He hung it very carefully over the hanger and then looked back at me and contemplated my outfit.
"I don't think we'll need the panties today either," he said holding out his hand. I wanted to protest, but I knew that I couldn't. I slipped my finger underneath the elastic and slowly stepped out of them, revealing my furry mound beneath my corset.
"Good girl," said Brad placing them over the hanger and returning to the closet. I felt practically naked as I stood with my back to the window and waited for him to let me sit. He returned with a Camouflage bag and sat it on the table before he pulled a chair around to the side and asked me to sit. I relaxed a little knowing that anyone looking in would only see the back of my head and perhaps my bare shoulders.
Brad handed me a cup of coffee and smiled as he picked up his own cup and pulled a chair up facing me.
"Now this is how I like to drink my coffee." He raised his cup in a mock toast and we both sipped the hot brew. I glanced at the bag and his eyes followed mine.
"Yes, I did a little shopping for today," he admitted. "Are you wanting to know what it is?"
"Yes." It was a fairly good size bag and my curiosity was getting the best of me. He reached over and set the bag down on the floor before pulling out the box containing the blindfold and restraints. My breathing quickened as he laid it next to me on the table. Neither of us spoke as I looked at the box and then down to the cup in my hands.
"I think we'll start out slow, Joni," he said bringing my eyes back up to his. "I'm only going to use the blindfold today. However," he said standing up and opening the box, "sometimes it's easier to be tied than to be told not to move." I watched as he cut opened the seals on the box and withdrew the blindfold. He walked behind my chair and gently placed it over my eyes and adjusted it until it was secure.
"Now," he said keeping his hand on my shoulder as he moved around in front of me. "I'm going to adjust your arms and legs just a little." He took the cup from my hands and placed it on the table. I could hear him kneel in front of me as he took both of my hands and moved them back until they touched the back of the chair.
"I want you to grab on to the chair here... yes, just like that and hold on to it." His hands touched the top of my thighs and I jumped from the sensation. He slowly parted my legs as his hands moved down to my knees and then my calves, pulling my legs further apart. "Now put your feet on the outside of the chair leg... yes... right there," he said pushing my heels back and forcing my torso forward.
"Now I want you to imagine that I have tied your feet and hands to this chair. You can't move... do you understand?"
"Yes." The darkness was exhilarating and I waited for him to touch me again.
"Good," he said standing up. "You look beautiful, by the way." I heard him sipping his coffee as he watched me. My own excitement was growing, making it harder and harder to sit still.
"Now, I'm going to go take a shower," he said. "I don't want you to move while I'm gone. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said disappointed that he was going to leave me alone.
"If you've moved even an inch, I'll use the ties today." He walked around behind my chair and bent over very close to my ear and whispered. "But if you're a good girl and sit very still, I'll feed you some cake when I return." His tongue caught the lobe of my ear and trailed down the side of my neck, sending goose bumps down my arms and legs.
"I won't move a muscle," I whispered back.
I listened to his footsteps go down the hall towards the master bedroom. An itch started on my right hand and I thought about scratching it, but I held myself back as I heard the shower go on. What if he wasn't really taking a shower, but standing in the room watching me. There was no way to know for sure.
I listened to the sound of the waves breaking on the cliff across the street. Normally they would lull me into a peaceful state, but today they seemed to build up my energy as I sat restricted in my chair. Waiting... for what, I had no idea. He was certainly not taking a quick shower and I wondered how much discipline he felt I needed.
I suddenly became aware of the cake waiting for us on the table and my coffee growing cold only inches away from my hand. The salt-water breeze occasionally overpowered both of them, sending a chill down my arms.
Finally the shower turned off and I perked my ears listening for Brad's return. When at last his footsteps returned in front of me, the ability to sit still became much harder. I could smell the fresh scent of soap as he pulled his chair up in front of me and poured himself another cup of coffee.
"You've done very well, Joni," he said gently touching the outside of my thigh.
"Thank you," I said grateful that I had pleased him.
"Are you uncomfortable at all?" His hand was moving up and down my leg making me strain not to move against it.
"Yes. A little." I was hoping he would let me relax my pose.
"Good," he said moving his hand to the inside of my thigh. "It will help to keep your senses awake." He played with the lace at the top of the stocking, stroking the soft skin with his finger.
"I'm ready for some cake," said Brad. "How about you?" I heard him pick up a fork and scrape it along the plate.
"I'd love some. Thank you."
"Open your mouth." I waited for the feel of the fork on my lips, but instead I felt his fingers sliding the small bite onto my tongue. I giggled as I licked my lips and slowly ate the first bite.
"Oh dear," said Brad. "Now I've got frosting all over my fingers again."
"Do you want me to clean them for you?" I offered.
"No... I don't think so," said Brad. "I think I might like to clean them off differently. Sit still now." He unhooked the top eyelet of the corset and folded it down, exposing my breasts. I shuddered as he wiped his finger over both nipples several times until it was sufficiently cleaned. "Ah... that's much better." I had expected him to bend down and lick them off immediately, but instead he cut himself a piece of cake and ate it.
"Mmmmm...." he moaned. "This is delicious, isn't it?"
"Yes," I grinned. "And very exciting to eat." I heard him chuckle as he cut another piece.
"Are you ready for more?" he asked.
"Yes. Please."
"Now don't eat it," he said. "Just hold it on your tongue." I opened my mouth and waited until his fingers once again spread the delicacy across my tongue. The saliva gathered as I waited for his permission to chew.
"Oh darn... more frosting," he sighed. "Hold still now." I whimpered as he wiped his finger through the folds of my vagina, slowing as he pressed against my clit. I fought to sit still as he massaged it with his finger.
"Good girl," he said setting back in his chair. "Now go ahead and eat it." I slowly chewed and swallowed the cake, feeling the tingling sensation of the frosting on my nipples. Brad took another bite and then drank a sip of his coffee.
"Would you like some coffee, Joni?" he asked.
"Yes," I said hoping he would let me release my hands.
"OK," he said leaning forward and holding the cup against my lip. I took a sip and pulled my mouth away took quickly, letting the coffee dribble down my chin. Instinctively, I moved my hand to wipe it away, but quickly replaced it before I had touched my face.
"I'm sorry," I whispered quickly.
"Oh dear," said Brad pushing his chair back from me. "I see you're having a problem with that hand of yours Joni." I was so disappointed in myself. I couldn't believe I had moved over something so little. He was moving around the box on the table, and then walked behind the chair where I sat.
"I think we're going to have to tie this one down," he said securing the restraint around my wrist and then tying it to the chair. "Hopefully, we won't have to do the others before we're finished," he said returning to his seat in front of me. My arm actually felt more comfortable being held by the restraint than it did when I was having to grip the chair. It made me wonder if perhaps having all the restraints on wouldn't actually feel better.
"Well, I seem to be out of frosting for some reason," said Brad scraping the fork against the plate. "Perhaps I'll have to mix this cake with some off your nipples." I gripped the chair with both hands to steady myself, but he didn't make a move. "Relax, Joni," he said stroking my leg. "I'm not going to bite you... yet." He chuckled as he brought his lips over my chocolate-covered nipple and sucked on it until I was gasping and moaning beneath him. Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, he pulled his head away and took another sip of coffee.
"Definitely delicious cake," he said smacking his lips. "There's only two bites left, do you want another one? I have to warn you though that there's no frosting left."
"No," I said grinning. "I don't think I can eat anything right now." Brad chuckled again and scraped another piece off the plate.
"Well, I think I'll add a little frosting to this piece." He put the bite in his mouth and then leaned over my other nipple and sucked and nibbled on it while he chewed the cake. The pressure was more intense as he brought my nipple to the point of pain. Instinctively I reached forward with my free hand and pulled his head away before dropping it back to its required position.
"Joni," said Brad reproachfully. "I'm beginning to think that you want me to tie you up today."
"I'm sorry, Brad," I said truthfully. "I got so carried away that I forgot. Really. I won't do it again." He stood up from the chair and grabbed another restraint.
"I'll have to make sure of that," he said coming behind the chair and securing my other wrist. "You could have used the safe word if it was too painful. Otherwise, I expect you to sit still when I tell you to." I felt bad that I had failed his test. Maybe I wouldn't be able to do the things he had planned for me.
"Should I bind your feet now or will you sit still for me." I realized that it was going to be much easier on me if he restrained me than if I had to restrain myself. But then, I wouldn't be able to get away from his touch if it became too much. One thing was for certain though... the more he secured me, the more excited I got.
"If you're going to keep doing things like that, Brad," I answered. "I think you better tie my feet down too. I'm afraid I don't have as much control as you had hoped."
I could sense him smiling as he went to the box and brought out the last two restraints. He caressed each leg softly as he secured it against the outside leg of the chair, pulling my legs even further apart. I tested the restraints as he stepped away and felt as if I had entered heaven and hell.
"How does that feel?" His voice was as full of sex as was mine when I answered.
"Wonderful."
"Well, there is still one piece of cake left," he said stroking my face with his hand. "And only one last reserve of frosting." I tried to squeeze my legs together in anticipation and felt the ties pulling on my ankles.
"Yes, Joni," whispered Brad. "That's right. It's all over your pussy, isn't it?" I bit my lip to keep from whimpering as he continued to build up my excitement. "The last bite always tastes the best." The fork scraped across the plate one last time and Brad hummed a pleasing note as he knelt between my legs. His hands reached around and grabbed my ass, jerking it up towards the edge of the chair and forcing my legs further apart. Quickly, his tongue dove into my chocolately, wet pussy and mixed its sweetness with the cake in his mouth.
I screamed with delight as he growled and licked me. My wrists and ankles pulled against the ties as he drove me closer and closer to an orgasm. Had he not secured me, I would have certainly moved out of his grasp. I was lost in a dark abyss of primal sexuality that suddenly erupted as I came against his mouth. I heard no sound but my own screams as the chair shook beneath me. Then suddenly the pain in my wrist brought me back to the moment. Brad had moved away from my chair and I called out to him, half panting, half moaning.
"What is it, Joni," he asked somewhere near my side.
"My wrists, Brad. They're hurting."
"Yes," he said walking over behind the chair. "I imagine they do the way you were pulling on the ties." He bent and released both of them and whispered for me to place them on my thighs. Slowly, he untied the blind fold and pulled it off my eyes. I blinked from the sudden light as I looked around the room.
Brad moved back in front of me and pulled his chair up close so that his legs rested between mine still secured to the legs of the chair. He had put on a pair of fleece shorts and his erection was quite obvious as he sat down. He poured us both a fresh cup of coffee from the carafe and then reached forward to massage my wrists. Neither of us spoke as he ministered to my hands and watched my eyes. The experience had been intense and I felt a mixture of emotion as he held my hands.
"Do you always come so easily?" he finally asked.
"No," I said noticing the hoarseness in my voice. "But I'm not usually quite that excited."
"Next time I will make you wait a little longer," he said smiling at me. He picked up both cups of coffee and handed me one. We drank silently, listening only to the waves crashing against the rocks outside. I glanced down at his erection, which was still obvious beneath his shorts. I was surprised that he made no move to please himself. Perhaps part of the power he possessed also included a discipline of his own desires.
"Do you have any questions or comments about today?" he asked bringing me back from my thoughts.
"No," I said smiling. "My mind is still just floating."
"How did you feel being restrained and blind folded?"
"You know, it's kind of odd. But I felt very safe. Powerless, but free. Does that make sense?"
"Of course it does."
"How are you feeling now?" he asked.
"Like I need to be held."
"Would you like me to hold you?"
"Yes."
He bent down and released my ankles from the restraints and pulled me to my feet. His arms slid around my waist and pulled me against his body, embracing me as I buried my face in his bare chest. I wanted to reach down and touch his cock, to please him the way he had pleased me, but he made no move that he wanted release. His hands caressed my back and I felt myself moving against him seductively. He gently pulled me away from him and grinned at me reproachfully.
"Did you really want to be held or did you want to just feel my cock?" I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as he revealed my own truth.
"Well, I did want to be held," I said grinning at him. "But, I'm afraid I got distracted and then turned on."
"I see self restraint is not one of your strong suits."
"If it was," I said laughing. "I probably wouldn't be here."
"True," he said joining me in the laughter.
"Today was focused on you Joni," he explained. "Another time, perhaps, I will direct our attention elsewhere." He released my body and walked over to the closet to retrieve my clothes. I stood still as he dressed me, buttoning my dress, latching the belt and sliding the panties back up my legs.
"Same time next Wednesday?" he asked as he handed me my purse.
"Yes," I said taking out the keys.
"How late can you stay?" he asked walking me to the door.
"I don't know," I said thinking out loud. "Probably five o'clock."
"OK, I'll plan on that then," he said taking the keys and walking me to the car. He unlocked the door and held it open as I slipped into the driver's seat. He handed me the keys and waited until I turned on the ignition.
"Drive carefully."
"I will."
"Good girl," he said closing the door and winking at me as I backed out of the drive.
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