Chapter 216 - CONTROLLED PLEASURE

"Are you game for something a bit different?" Meredith says to her lover when they are relaxing after some afternoon delight.

"Hmmm, what… yeah of course," Jared mumbles half dozing.

"Next Sunday… be here at 7pm."

"OK," he replies a bit more awake.

The week moves slowly both for Meredith and Jared. Too many meetings, too many obligations. But every time either of them has some time to relax, they daydream about what the weekend might bring.

Meredith plans carefully. She purchases a new black lacy teddy, a bright red lipstick, special candles and some silk rope.

Jared daydreams of fuċkɨnġ her by the open window. He hasn't any idea what is in store for him.

Jared usually thinks of himself as an alpha male. He likes to be in control, to direct all the action. It has been one of the bones of contention with Meredith because she is a strong take-charge type of woman. Sometimes Jared feels that there is a power struggle between them, especially in the bedroom. He likes to be the one to end up on top in the end.

Sunday afternoon, Meredith takes a hot bubble bath, carefully does her hair in a more severe style than she normally would. She ties it up in a French bun. She does her makeup more dramatically and caps it off with bright red fuċk me lipstick. She pulls on her black leather gloves and black lace teddy, slips into her six-inch heels and she is ready.

Putting the old-fashioned wall mounted hook into the beam on the wall is harder than Meredith expected it would be but she manages without ruining her makeup. She sets the candles all around the room and turns out the lights, lights a Roja Dove amber candle for scent and grabs her long silk robe. She is ready.

When Jared arrives, Meredith senses he is already excited. He is wearing a suit as usual and she can see his hard ċȯċk outlined in his trousers. Meredith strips off his jacket and leaves him in his shirtsleeves and trousers, wingtip shoes still on. She makes sure to unbutton his shirt fully, revealing his delicious torso.

"Are you prepared to do everything I ask?" Meredith questions.

Jared laughs nervously but then says, "yes."

"Good," Meredith says. "Your safe word is pineapple."

Jared laughs. "Why would I need a safe word?"

"Just in case…"

"OK. Pineapple works, I certainly wouldn't use it normally during sėx."

Meredith blindfolds Jared with his own silk tie and leads him up to the lounge. She ties his hands together and takes him to the strong hook she embedded in the wood beam earlier.

"Back up three steps," she commands and he does so until he is against the wall. Meredith raises his arms above his head and loops his hands over the hook so he is well restrained.

Jared seems anxious but his dɨċk is rock hard in his trousers and a small spot of pre-cum oozes into the fabric.

The sight of the juices makes Meredith want to come almost immediately.

She mȯȧns loudly signalling to Jared that she is aroused. She knows he can smell her, hear her but he cannot touch. She knows he wants to be inside her but is not in a position to take control.

She starts by exploring his face, moving her gloved hand all over his cheeks, gripping his chin and then over his mouth and nose. He inhales deeply, and his knees start to buckle.

"Gods that smells divine," Jared says when she leaves his mouth free to speak.

Meredith taps his face with her hand, a small sharp slap.

"Shhhh," she says, "don't speak until I tell you to."

Jared groans and nods.

"Good. Boy." She punctuates each word with a short sharp slap to his cashmere covered dɨċk. More precum oozes into the fabric. The smell and heat of it makes her start to drool.

Meredith unbuttons his shirt and removes it, scratching her sharp red nails down his ċhėst and flicks his nɨppŀės twice.

Jared jumps and yelps.

"That hurts," he mȯȧns but she is not fooled by his complaint. She flicks his nɨppŀės again and watches as his ċȯċk pulses.

"It may hurt but you like it, boy," she snickers.

His ċhėst and face turn a lovely shade of crimson. He looks as though he is about to protest but thinks better of it and remains silent. She strokes his hard big ċȯċk again saying, "That's right boy. Quiet."

She brings one of the lit candles to his collar bone and slowly tips it until hot wax drips down to his nɨppŀė.

"Ahhhh," he mȯȧns as the wax burns and then starts to cool.

She dribbles the wax over his other nɨppŀė and watches it harden. Her own nɨppŀės are as hard as his by this point. She moves to tip the wax down the centre of his ċhėst. "This is going to hurt coming off because of all your hair," she muses. He stays quiet except for mȯȧns.

Meredith spends some time creating patterns on his ċhėst with the wax, building up a thick layer of it and waiting for it to cool down. She removes his blindfold and takes out a buck knife. She brings the knife to his face and runs it over his cheek. "Don't move or you will get cut," Meredith says noticing him trying to control his trembling. Lowering the knife to the wax, she begins to remove it using a blunt edge. This tugs the hair on Jared's ċhėst and some is pulled out as Meredith picks at the wax. Jared yelps and whimpers and it delights her. It takes a long time and all the while his ċȯċk is pulsing in his trousers.

"I am going to come," he mȯȧns.

"If you do, this evening is over and you don't want that do you?"

"No Meredith." His eyes are pleading. "No, I want more."

She squeezes his ċȯċk in his trousers. "Then. Don't. Come."

He mȯȧns but remains still.

Meredith can tell he's struggling and undoes his belt and removes it. Then she slowly unzips his trousers, rolling them down along with his pants until they are on the floor. Jared's ċȯċk springs out hard, head sticking out from its protective sheath.

"Mmmm, that looks scrumptious," she says as she watches the precum drip. Meredith gets down to eye level and takes one long lick from his balls to the tip, ŀȧpping up that nectar. "Mmmm it is delicious but that is enough for now."

Meredith strokes his dɨċk, watching him struggle not to come and runs her sharp nails around his shaft, pinching lightly at the sėnsɨtɨvė skin. Jared howls with pŀėȧsurė. She strokes him some more, the leather making the experience sublime. She leans in and takes his mouth, devouring him, leaving red lipstick over his lips and cheeks.

She can sense him trying hard to hold back, she knows he wants her, he wants to release inside her sopping ċunt, to feel her gripping him and to hear her screams of pŀėȧsurė as he does.

"Good things come to boys who wait and nothing comes to boys who don't." Meredith says slyly and presses even harder into him before dancing away.

"Cock tease," he says.

She knows he doesn't mind as long as he gets his satisfaction in the end. Meredith goes over to a silver candy bowl sitting on an end table and grabs a handful of something making sure Jared cannot see. She returns, runs a nail down the centre of his ċhėst, scratching lightly all the way down until she is kneeling in front of him, examining his stiff bobbing dɨċk in front of her face. She reaches out and grips the loose skin of his ball sack and quickly attaches a small clothespin. He yelps but doesn't move. She attaches four more clips to his bollocks.

The clips won't hurt too much as long as no one touches them. She knows Jared fears the pain but he is obedient. He whimpers as Meredith flicks the clips and swallows his ċȯċk whole. She takes him all the way to the back of her throat and then down so that she is working on the root of his ċȯċk with her lips and can feel him pushing down her throat.

Jared's sounds of pŀėȧsurė get louder as Meredith moves faster over his ċȯċk. She swirls her tongue around the root and then up to the head, ŀɨċkɨnġ the frenulum and suċkɨnġ quicker and harder.

Jared presses forward trying to get deeper in Meredith's throat so he can come but his hands are still tied above his head and he cannot gain balance, she uses this to her advantage, keeping the power.

Meredith sucks on the head of his ċȯċk as she quickly pulls off the clothespins. The blood rushing into his balls causes Jared to scream but his dɨċk becomes so hard it feels like it is made of marble except it is hot and pulsing. Meredith lets Jared's ċȯċk fall from her mouth.

"That isn't fair," Jared complains.

"Yes it is. You agreed to do everything I asked," Meredith replies.

Jared bushes a deep scarlet. "Yes, Ma'am, I did."

Meredith's eyebrow raises at the 'Ma'am'. She lowers Jared's arms and leads him by his tied hands to the bedroom and her sumptuous four-poster bed. He climbs up into the centre and lies down on his back. Meredith unties one wrist and attaches it to the bedpost leaving the other free. Stripping off her teddy and kicking off her heels, she climbs up and positions herself on Jared's ċhėst. She plays with his nɨppŀės and enjoys watching his reactions.

Meredith slides up to Jared's neck.

"Are you hungry?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Good," Meredith says and crawls up until she is sitting on his face. Jared starts by ŀɨċkɨnġ her pussƴ and quickly finds her ċŀɨtȯrɨs. His tongue circles around the wet erect bud and then he begins to suck it. Meredith mȯȧns and pushes her ċunt further onto his face. He is only able to breathe when she allows him to and she finds it difficult to take her attention away from his mouth, lips and tongue to allow him to inhale. Meredith rides Jared's face until she reaches a shattering ȯrġȧsm. She squirts as she does and covers his face and hair with her ėʝȧċuŀȧtė. As he licks up as much as he can, she has another ȯrġȧsm.

As her breathing returns to normal, Meredith slowly slides off Jared's face and lies down next to him for a rest.

"Let's have a shower," Meredith says and unties Jared's hands. "But you still have to do as I say."

"Yes Ma'am," he agrees and they walk into the bathroom.

The double shower cubicle is extra large. On the floor, a deep pile bathmat and on the rack two big fluffy red bath sheets. The water heats up quickly and Meredith steps under the stream. Jared steps in behind her and unpins her hair. She mȯȧns as he runs his fingers through it and over her scalp. He takes some shampoo and lathers it into her hair. His fingers linger on her scalp, massaging deeply. He washes out the shampoo and repeats with deep conditioner. Meredith's mȯȧns become louder as he works the tension from her scalp and slowly moves down to her face. He massages her cheekbones, temples, forehead, around her lips and chin. She can feel the tension ebb away.

Jared rinses the conditioner from Meredith's hair, takes the shower crème and starts massaging it into her body. He spends a long time on her neck and shoulders and then works all the way down her spine. He works on her arms, legs and back up her body to massage her brėȧsts.

"Bad boy," Meredith chides as he pinches one of her nɨppŀės.

Jared turns her and leans in, starting to suckle on her nɨppŀė. It deepens in tone until the tip seems almost fire engine red. He chews on the tight flesh, sliding one finger down between her nether lips to roll over her slippery buŧŧon until she is close to screaming again.

Jared slides down Meredith's body until his face is in front of her beautiful ċunt. He parts her lips with his tongue and presses his face into her wetness, suċkɨnġ, ŀɨċkɨnġ and twirling her ċŀɨtȯrɨs until she is fuċkɨnġ his face, trying to get more purchase to reach another peak. Jared slows down, trying to draw her ȯrġȧsm out. Meredith grabs his head and pulls him to her. Rubbing herself against his face until she comes again.

Jared's ċȯċk is rock hard. He slides up Meredith's body and pushes her against the shower wall.

"I want to fuċk you in here," he growls into her ear.

"No, Jared. I will turn into a prune!" Meredith replies. She turns off the shower and leads him out. They wrap themselves in the fluffy bath sheets, each helping the other to dry off. Meredith leads her lover back into the bedroom.

They get into bed and start kissing, slowly, exploring each other's mouths fully. Their tongues battle and then retreat, exploring the roof and sides of the mouth.

"Did you know that the inside of your cheek is the same flesh as the inside of your vȧġɨnȧ?" Jared mumbled between kisses.

"Is that so?" Meredith replies and continues exploring his mouth.

Jared moves from Meredith's mouth to her neck, nibbling and suċkɨnġ, causing her to squirm.

"Tasty," he mumbles and then moves down to her tɨts again.

Meredith cannot be still. She grabs his head and holds him as he suckles on her left brėȧst.

"More, more," she mȯȧns and he sucks as much of her tit into his mouth as he can. His tongue runs around the nɨppŀė as he sucks. Once he has reduced Meredith to jelly, he moves to her waist and flips her onto her stomach.

Jared slides up Meredith's body, using his knee to split her legs apart.

"On your knees pretty one," he says. Meredith gets onto all fours. Jared slowly guides his rigid dɨċk into her soaked pussƴ. Deep inside, he begins to stroke slowly and then a bit more quickly. Meredith fuċks him back until he is pistoning into her and she can do nothing other than receive his thrusts. He reaches around and taps her ċŀɨtȯrɨs in rhythm to his strokes and is soon rewarded with ȯrġȧsmic convulsions around his ċȯċk and she knows she is pulling him into his own little death.

Jared stays inside her and after a few minutes, she feels him harden again.

"This hasn't happened in years," Jared says.

"Kinky pŀėȧsurė must agree with you," Meredith chuckles.

Jared starts stroking again, slowly, until his dɨċk is solid. He slides out of Meredith's pussƴ. "I feel like fuċkɨnġ your ȧss," he says.

"Grab the lube," Meredith replies.

Jared lubes up his fingers and taps lightly on her anus until she relaxes slightly then slides two into Meredith slowly. She mȯȧns and pushes back against him. He finger-fucks her bottom, it's too much and Meredith cries out, "please, I am ready."

Jared chuckles and slicks lube over his ċȯċk. He presses his dɨċk against her bumhole and waits.

"A gentleman always knocks at the door before entering," Jared says, pausing.

Meredith pushes back a little, accepting his request and he pushes the tip into her tight hole. When he gets past the sphincters, he stops and lets her get used to the fullness inside her. She mȯȧns in pŀėȧsurė and wiggles her arse. Jared starts sliding in and out of her booty picking up his pace until he is banging into her. Meredith squeals with pŀėȧsurė the harder he fuċks her. Suddenly, Jared howls as he floods her ȧsshole with his come. He collapses on top of her.

After Jared's breathing returns to normal, he pulls out carefully, heads to the loo and grabs a warm wet hand towel to clean them both up. Meredith enjoys being the pampered one for a change. Once cleaned up, Meredith heads to the loo. She comes back by way of the kitchen with spring water and some strawberries. She feeds Jared the first strawberry and then licks the juice off his lips.

"Delicious," Meredith exclaims.

"Yes, yes you are," Jared replies.

Snack finished, it is time to try to settle to sleep. Meredith settles into Jared's arms under the duvet, and as she switches off the bedside lamp.

"Next time, I am the boss." Jared whispers as he snuggles into her neck.

"We'll see…"

"Count on it," Jared says as they are drifting off to sleep.

Ends