Page 26 of The Secret Stalker
Flynn holds out his arm so I can balance and step out of my shoes and he lowers my trousers so I wriggle out of them. Staring directly at my pussy, he pinches the elastic around my hips and eases down my thong that drops to the floor. God this man, I wish he would let loose on my body and break free from his attentively calm and controlled demeanor. What he does instead catches me by surprise. He dips his finger between my legs and swipes up, collecting my building arousal with the pad of his thick finger. I feel all the heat of my body travel down to my clit which sparks wildly between my legs. He brings his glistening finger up to his lips and sucks it into his mouth, drawing his eyes up along my torso before meeting my eyes. He’s never done anything so indulgent before but I’ve always wanted him to break free from the patient restraint he has over his desires. My body craves for him to do it again, but my taste on his tongue seems to satisfy his curiosity as he reaches around my body to unclip my bra. As the lace falls away, his eyes watchas my breasts fall full and heavy, my nipples erect and needy. He cups my breasts with a hand each and gently rubs the pads of his thumbs across my taut nipples. My body hums with desire as the air thickens around us. I don’t push him or make a move, entranced by the new tiny details that are different to our usual time together.
Standing up to tower over me, Flynn walks to a box on the table and carries it over, placing it beside me. He tugs off his loose fitting white shirt to expose his muscular neck and shoulders, then his well rounded pecs that are covered in light black hair that draws my eyes down his abs and below his baggy harem trousers. My mouth waters at the sight of him, I don’t know what he does as a day job or maybe he spends a lot of time working out. Whatever it is, my eyes are so grateful for the time he puts into the chiselled effects which are currently making wet heat pool between my legs. I lick my lips at the sight of him. He doesn’t usually share his body with me, this new development spikes my heart-rate at the anticipation of what else is going to come.
Lifting off the lid, I see there are the usual array of ropes bundled neatly. He lifts out a black silken rope and begins to unwind it so that the length of it drops long and free to the floor. I stand still with my arms to my sides, feeling the heat of my body as it anticipates where he will start the ropes on my body. It’s in this moment I hand myself over to him, willing and vulnerable. I trust him, I trust him with my life which has been earned and built upon over every job I’ve had with him.
Lifting his hands up, he threads the rope under my arm and up around my back, coming up and over my shoulder where he threads the rope through the loop and gets to work deftly moving around my body like he’s in a trance and working on a masterpiece. When I took part in his first job he was very clear on his expectations from me and gave detailed instructions onwhat sensations I needed to pay attention for as potential issues, things he couldn’t know about if I didn’t say anything. Which was the most he has ever said to me up until now, preferring nonverbal check-ins with me. It has taken time and practice to be able to remain still and calm as he works the ropes around my body. I sink into a deep relaxed state as my mind clears and my senses are heightened, feeling the rope pull and stretch across my body. Flynn loses himself in his art, his attention fully consumed by the rope beneath his fingers and using my body as his canvas. I watch him move when he is in sight, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips pursed. When he’s not in sight, I let the rhythmic motion of the rope lull me into a space that feels meditative and relaxed. He pulls the rope across my body, testing that it’s not too tight but tight enough to hold. And the ropes are tight, but not in a way that makes me panic, rather they feel like a tight hug or a compression vest. Flynn always checks after every knot to make sure no skin is pinched under the ropes and there is sufficient blood flow.
After a while, an outline of the pattern becomes visible when I look down as his focus turns to my torso. I have ropes criss-crossing around my breasts that hold their place but are not tightened. Flynn works on an intricate pattern that fans out from a circle below my breasts and down across both rib cages. I focus on my breathing, trying not to let even an inch of panic threaten the peace within my mind. I can breathe, I can take deep breaths if I need to, Flynn never pulls them tight enough to trigger my fight-or-flight response.
I watch as his hands work softly against my skin, his fingers threading rope in and around the outlined design leaving knots in their wake. His muscles ripple across his chest as he moves, his body working nimbly around mine. I watch as his forearms flex and his throat bobs in concentration.
Calmly he takes a step back to admire my body. And Iadmire his. His eyes peruse every inch of me as I feel the rope cling and cage my body in patterns and knots that I would never be able to do, least of all have the patience for. In this moment, I feel beautiful, desired by this big man, my eyes dropping down to the bulge that seemingly hangs free in his baggy trousers. It’s my guess that he is not wearing any underwear which draws my attention to the size of him. I know what he has under there and the nickname Bear suits the size of his manhood too. He looks on as if he is making a decision and steps back closer and picks up a new bundle of rope.
He lowers to his knees, his face looking up to my chest. His eyes consider my pink nipples before he threads the new piece of rope through the design covering my ribs and begins an intricate ladder design at the top of my thighs. The closeness of his hands as they thread the rope near to my open pussy has my clit sparking in demand for attention. I need his hands on me, I need him to touch me, I know how my pussy must look right now as my desire builds. As he threads another ring of rope around my upper thigh, his knuckle brushes my pussy, coating it with my arousal which gives him pause for a moment. My body screams for a caress I know not to ask for. He stops in concentration as if he’s heard my internal screams and lowers his head to swipe his tongue along my seam and it’s all I can do not to buckle over. I want to hold my hands over the back of his head to hold him to me. Instead I manage to resist reaching out and he goes back to work, but every time he knots a new ring of rope around my leg, he lowers his head to lap up my seam all the way to my throbbing clit. I’m unsure if I am being rewarded or tortured, it feels like a fine line between the two right now.
When he reaches my ankle, he grabs a new rope and begins the process with the rope design on my other leg, wrapping and running his tongue up between my legs between every knot. I shudder with yearning every time I feel his hot tongue runthrough my pussy lips, I can no longer help myself as I lean into him, looking for more friction, asking for more. When he reaches down to my other ankle, he ties the rope off and stands back to his full height, licking his lips from my moisture that is coating them.
He picks up yet another bundle of rope, his hands unwrapping it skilfully whilst his eyes stay on mine hungrily, the arousal now clear in his trousers as his erection juts out and I can see the outline of the tip clearly through the pooling wet patch of his pre-come. He steps towards me and takes both my wrists gently in his hand, silently instructing me to hold my wrists out together as he begins to wind the rope between them. When they have been intricately fastened, he lifts the rope which makes my arms follow up and over the back of my head. I feel him secure the remaining rope to the back of the rope covering my torso.
I stand, covered in rope, my arms now strapped to the back of my head, my chest open and wide with my elbows high and my legs immoveable in the laddered ropes, the intricate knots at each joint preventing any movement. I am rendered immobile, imprisoned, just the way Flynn likes it. He walks around me in slow steps, his eyes taking in my body as the ropes criss-cross around it, indenting my skin, leaving its mark. I watch with the feeling a predator is stalking his prey. I can see Flynn’s chest rise and fall, feel the air between us thicken once more. What will he do next?
To my utter relief, he lowers to his knees curling his arms around the tops of my thighs and unleashes his clever tongue on my clit, lapping at my bundle of nerves over and over again until he sucks down hard and I explode, seeing stars as my legs wobble and I shudder above him as he holds me up. Flynn laps me gently through my orgasm that rolls over me in waves of blissful perfection, the intensity of it almost taking the air frommy lungs. He has been edging me for what has felt like hours, the result apparent between my legs. When I become too sensitive and begin to jolt beneath him, he pulls away to look up at me from his knees, my arousal coating his beard. The hunger I see there makes another shudder spontaneously erupt from my core and makes me draw in a sharp breath.
He stands carefully, making sure I don’t topple backwards, his arms around my waist as he lowers his head to meet mine, his eyes blazing with something less controlled than usual. His damp lips meet mine, the taste of myself filling my mouth as Flynn’s tongue searches for mine. Our mouths move together, our tongues tangle as Flynn’s kiss consumes me over and over again. Our teeth clash as his passion unleashes, making me breathless and unsteady, my knees growing weak under emotions I feel for this man who had always worn a mask of coolness.
He pulls away to dust kisses down the column of my neck and over the bite marks from Rory I have been trying to hide, across my collarbone and lower, sucking my nipple into his mouth. I groan with the delicious sensations that shoot straight down to my reawakening pussy, making me wet and needy for him all over again. His mouth pops off and kisses along my rope covered chest to my other nipple that he flicks and licks with his tongue. I moan and whimper as his hands move up my sides and against my armpits travelling to the underside of my arms. My hands twitch with the need to move. I want to touch and stroke this man, I want to hold him to my body. He kisses up the side of my roped body, finding the triangles of unroped skin, exploring with his lips for the first time, indulging himself rather than finishing with the ropes. When he stands to his full height again, he walks behind me and begins to carefully untie my hands until they are loose, then he guides them over my head and back in front of me. Gently I watch as he reverses theprocess and unties my wrists until only the imprints of the rope are left on my skin. Taking his time, he gently strokes and massages the blood flow back into my wrists. When he lets go of them, I bring them up to his face and cup his jaw, breaking him out of his zone for a moment. I smile at him as he stares back at me, drinking me in, looking deep into my soul with his hauntingly intense eyes. A smile ghosts the corners of his lips as he lowers to his knees and begins the gentle loosening of the knots and rope. When he’s finished my legs, he makes quick work of untying the design that cages my chest, the ropes falling in piles around us. Something is missing, he isn’t fucking me tied up. He’s freed my whole body.What will come next?I wonder, feeling disorientated by the break from our routine.
When there are only the deep imprints of the ropes around my body left, his hand finds mine and he guides me out of the open lounge and kitchen into a room on the right, a different room to Rory’s from a few days ago. Blackout blinds are drawn and candles flicker in the darkness. Flynn leads me to the bed which has a thick towel covering the dark cotton bedding. He gestures to the bed and I lie down on my back, as Bear drops his baggy trousers, releasing his pierced cock finally. The Prince Albert piercing commands my attention as the silver ball at his tip shimmers in the candle light.
SEVENTEEN
Sophie
As I lie on his bed, Flynn squeezes a tube of sweet scented cream into his palms and climbs onto the bed jostling us both with his movement. Starting from my feet, he massages the lotion into my skin gently, patiently, taking all the time in the world until he’s satisfied the indents are less pronounced. This is just another reason why I love this job so much. No one takes care of my body as well as Flynn. He makes it his personal mission to ease every line and muscle on my body. Over and over his clever hands massage along my skin, his cock hanging heavy, his eyes glued to the limb he is massaging. Flynn finishes along my thighs and his attention lands on my navel. With flat palms he rubs his slick hands across my stomach and ribs, over and over again, occasionally brushing the underside of my breasts. Him kneeling between my open thighs is beginning to make me desperate to be filled by him.
“Flynn,” I say, my voice a barely audibleneedy whisper. His eyes flick to mine immediately. “Let me touch you when you fuck me today,” I ask hesitantly, knowing I’m breaking the routine of how he usually runs his job with me. I watch as my question washes over him as he takes in the meaning behind it. His usually serious face softens and he nods as he leans over my body, his length thick and hanging between us and kisses me urgently. I deepen our kiss until he pulls away, rolls onto his back and lifts my body over him. Not only is he giving me my hands today, he’s handing me control of his body. I don’t wait for him to change his mind as I line myself up and lower slowly onto his waiting cock. I move my body up and down over his tip, enjoying the way his cock feels like no one else’s. The piercing rubs so deliciously over my g-spot as I move my body on and off his tip over and over again, I don’t want to stop teasing myself but my own impatience gets the better of me and I impale fully to the sweet music of his moan. Filled to the brim with him, I rock my hips over him as I lean down over his wide body, my hands pressing into the bed on either side of his head, my breasts hanging low, brushing against his chest as I move.
Lifting his head, his lips claim mine and for a minute we are combined as one, moving as one, tangled as one. I lift my head to gasp some air. Then Flynn’s giant hands are on my hips and he’s moving me over his cock, rubbing deep inside of me, the feeling so intense it makes me whimper which spurs Flynn on even more. I rise up so I’m fully riding him and sweet Jesus he is deep. I slow my pace and look him in the eyes as my orgasm climbs and my body writhes under his intoxicating stare. His fingers raise up to tweak my nipples, the sensations sending me hurtling towards my climax. “Flynn!” I exclaim as he grabs my hips, pulling me over him faster as I explode around him, my pussy contracting and drawing him tight inside me.
Flynn is so close, I watch as his orgasm builds, shaping the expression across his face until he roars in exhilaration and explodes inside of me, his cock thickening and pulsing as the after shocks of my climax subside. I collapse across his chest, panting and damp from the exertion. My ear to his chest, I can hear Flynn’s heart speeding beneath me, eventually slowing as he comes down from the high he just took me to. I curve my hand around his cheek and lay perfectly still keeping him inside of me, staying cocooned in this bubble of safety he always creates. Flynn’s arms come around my body and hold me to him as if trying to keep me to himself, away from the rest of the world. Flynn might not say as much as most with words, but his movements and actions speak just as loud as any words can portray.
We lay entwined, still and pensive as our breathing stabilises and our new reality sinks in. Both of us in our own minds absorbing the experience we just shared and the emotions that wash over us. I don’t know what role Flynn has to play in Mack’s game but he breaks the silence, “I’d like to see you on Saturday. I know Rory asked to take you out. Would you mind if I came too, maybe we can get to know each other a bit more?” I move my body up so I can look into the dark hazel eyes of Flynn. I might have been vulnerable earlier, needing to touch him. Flynn is showing me he can be too.
“Will you share what is going on with you two?” I counter with a question. A slow and easy smile spreads across his handsome, usually stern looking face. My stoic Roman has layers.
“We will share as much as we can on Saturday.”
“Where are we going?”
“Leave that up to us. I know you gave Rory your number, he will text you a time to be ready and we will come pick you up. Does that sound ok?”
“Somewhere secret though? I don’t want to get caught by anyone at the Clarendon breaking the rules if possible.”
“It’s ok, we won’t ever let anything like that happen to you. Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Can I run you a bath?”
