Chapter 60 – Frenzy

AN: Warning!!!! In the next few chapters have a high level of kink and deviously sexy behavior. If you are easily offended please come back in 2 or 3 chapters. If you enjoy a little kink here and there buckle your seat belts because I think it’s going to be a wild ride!



Soundtrack: Shontelle – Licky (Under the Covers)


Nef’s POV


By the time that Sasha got back to DC I wanted him to be in a frenzy. I wanted him to be so aroused that he couldn’t think straight. He called me as soon as his flight landed asking me to come over. It was late so I said I would be over first thing in the morning. Sunday was an off day for him. I had gotten most of my assignments done during the time that he was gone so that Sunday and Monday would be free. He had practice and I had class on Monday but that was only for a few hours out of the day.

I had everything I needed already in a big black duffle bag by my bedroom door. I told Sasha to be showered and ready for me by 9am. I needed to kick him out of his bedroom so that I could set up. When I arrived at his place the next morning he pretty much attacked my lips as soon as I was through the door. His lips were fused to mine, his hands were tugging at my clothes, and his body pinned me against the wall.

“Stop,” I said firmly.

He reluctantly pulled his lips away from mine. I told him to make breakfast while I went to prep his room. I could tell he was annoyed at having to wait longer. It was exactly what I wanted. In his room I pulled the blackout curtains – he’d had them put in after the first time he had seen me suffer from one of my migraines – I laid out the corset, boots, and boy shorts that I would be wearing after breakfast, and I attached the ropes to the four corners of his bed. I laid out the scarves, gag, feathers, and all the other goodies I brought with me. I took one of the red silk scarves with me when I headed down stairs to the kitchen.

Sasha had made a quick breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit. He was sitting patiently at the island counter waiting for me. He saw the scarf in my hand but said nothing. We talked about our week over breakfast but I could tell that he wanted to hurry up and get things started. We walked hand in hand upstairs but I stopped him from entering his bedroom. I gave him his toothbrush and told him to go to the guest bathroom to brush his teeth and when he was done to come back and kneel outside of the bedroom door with his head down and eyes closed. When I finished brushing my own teeth and changing my clothes he was kneeling obediently in the hall way by the door.

“Do you like what you see?” I asked

At the sound of my voice he opened his eyes and turned toward me. He was silent for a long moment; his eyes appraising me from the top of my head to the sole of my boots.

“Yes,” he said nodding.

I stood in front of him with the red scarf in my hands.

”Do you know what a safe word is?” I asked.

“Yes.”

”Good, pick one.”

“Krasnoyarsk,” he said without hesitation.

I slipped the scarf over his eyes and helped him walk into the bedroom. I removed his shorts and his shirt leaving him clad in only his boxer briefs. Once he was on his back on the bed I went to the dresser to grab a few things: another scarf, a large feather, and a cloth flogger. I crawled onto the bed bedside him.

“Did you miss me?” I asked, trailing the ends of the scarf over his skin. I moved it over his face, his neck, his chest and legs. I pulled off his underwear but I didn’t go near his cock. It was already hard and dripping. I could tell by how fast he’d gotten hard that it had been a long, frustrating week for him. I didn’t use my hands on him. I tried to avoid my skin coming in contact with his. I knew that it would drive him mad to not be able to touch me.

“Yes, I missed you.”

I slowly tied a rope around each of his wrists and ankle, anchoring him to the bed. His breathing was shallow as he tested each of the bonds, seeing how far he could move. I kissed my way down his right arm, across his chest, and up his left arm.

“Nef,” he groaned when I moved away from him.

“I’m not going far,” I said reaching for the large plush feather. It reminded me of something out of Moulin Rouge.

I traced kisses across his hips and down his thighs, carefully avoiding his now prominent erection. I braced my hands on the bed, keeping my body away from his. When my kisses didn’t land where he wanted them to, he thrust his hips toward my lips with a soft “please.”

“Please what? Is there something you want?” I tried to keep my voice as soft and as sensual as possible.

“Touch me. I want you to touch me.”

“I am,” I said trailing kisses further down his legs.

“No, not there.”

I smirked. His voice was already rough and needy and we’d just started. Now using the feather I traced the same path that my lips had made.

“Do you know what this is?” I asked.

“No.”

“Guess.”

“Scarf?” he questioned.

“No.” I moved down his chest toward his legs.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly.

I tickled the feather over the bottom of his feet and between his toes and he nearly shrieked.

“A feather!” he shouted, laughing, trying to move his bound feet away from the tickling.

“Good,” I said, moving away from his feet. He really was incredibly ticklish.

As a reward I trailed the feather over the underside of his cock and circled his balls. The sensations were light and teasing, not what he wanted. I trailed the feather over every inch of his exposed skin and by the time I was done he was begging me to use my hands to touch him. I put down the feather, trailing my hands over his skin, still keeping the touch light and tickling.

“Nef, enough. I want you,” he said.

When I didn’t respond he pulled hard on the rope attached to his right wrist. It didn’t budge. I saw his fingers try to find the knot that kept the rope in place but it was futile. He wasn’t going anywhere until I released him.

“Naughty boy.” As punishment I tickled his exposed armpits.

Up until now all of the touched has been soft and teasing but now I tickled him hard.

“Ahh,” he screamed. “No, stop! I sorry I sorry!”

He pleaded and begged through his laughter. His face and chest flushed red so I stopped to give him time to catch his breath. I loved watching him squirm and thrash around on the bed. It seemed like he couldn’t lie still no matter how hard he tried or how many times I told him not to move. It was erotic and my own arousal soared. I pushed my own wants and needs to the back burner. This was about giving him pleasure in new ways. This was about showing him things that we’d never tried before.

I licked his lips, beckoning him to open up to me for a kiss. He acquiesced, straining his neck reaching toward me.

“More. Nef, I want more.”