'M' is For: [Ch13] Lover's Folly - Part 3

It took less than twenty minutes for the drug to kick in. Thomas held me gently, nuzzling my hair, as the room shifted and the colors became just a little deeper. Sensation bloomed across my skin so that a gentle touch on my shoulder made my whole arm tingle. A heat was gathering between my legs like the slow but unstoppable stirrings of a summer thunderstorm. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate, my breath start to quicken.

“Thomas,” I said, my voice coming out low and pleading to my own ears.

Thomas’s eyes were almost golden in the warm glow of the lamp on the nightstand. He leaned toward me, bringing his lips to mine at last.

The kiss started out chastely enough. He tipped my chin up with his forefinger and thumb and lowered his lips onto mine—but I was growing too impatient to deal with such preliminaries. I put a hand on the back of his head and drew him into me, forcefully deepening our kiss. My heartbeat thudded loudly in my chest. Alone in the privacy of the room, the door securely locked, it occurred to me that we had never really shared an intimate moment before. This was ours, and ours alone. I wrapped my arms around Thomas.

Thomas broke his lips from my mouth, but before I could protest, trailed kisses from the corner of my mouth down along my neck. I moaned. Everywhere his lips touched my skin, pleasure radiated outward. Throbbing pain in my ankle notwithstanding, I could feel myself growing wet from the attention.

He returned his lips to mine and I pressed myself upwards into his kiss. My fingers ran through his hair, which was just long enough to tangle delightfully.

I reached for the bottom of his T-shirt. Anticipating what I wanted, Thomas straightened, raising his arms so that I could more easily pull off his shirt. I discarded it on the floor.

“Take off your pants,” I whispered, and Thomas rose. I watched him as he undid his belt buckle and then unzipped his jeans, pulling them down and stepping out until he stood naked before me. The gleaming cage hanging between his legs caught my eye. Instead of the barrier it had seemed to be when I discovered it earlier, I saw it now as just another fact of Thomas to contend with, like an arm or an elbow.

He knew what was coming when I pulled off my top and carefully slipped out of my pants. Soon I was wearing nothing but a purple lace bra. I met his eyes, and he came forward. He slid easily onto the bed between my opened legs, and I gave a soft moan of pleasure as his mouth found my entrance. Eyes raised to watch my face, he pleasured me slowly, stroking my cunt with his tongue. Powerful tingles rippled through me, heightened by the effects of the aphrodisiac, and I grabbed a handful of his hair, coaxing him to go just a little harder. He responded immediately.

It took everything I had to not let him bring me over the edge then and there. As I felt myself just beginning to crest, I nudged him back and bade him switch positions with me.

“Can I tease you?” I asked Thomas as he took my place on the bed. “You just look so hot and so delicious with that cage on. I promise I won’t have too much fun.”

Thomas gave a soft exhale of laughter. “When you put it like that…”

Permission granted.

I took the belt that Thomas had discarded on the floor. Coaxing him onto his stomach, I used the belt to hogtie his wrists and ankles up behind him. His head bent to the side, watching me work. My handiwork was effective, albeit a little clumsy. A wicked smile bloomed across my face. I tickled him lightly along his ribcage. He jerked, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Reaching over, I tickled him on his other side, and was rewarded again by another violent jerk. I ran my hand down along the length of him, tracing the contours of his body from shoulder to knee, giving him a moment’s respite before I started again.

I thought back to the memory of Missy coaching me shortly after my first book club. We had tickled Thomas together on the great expanse of her bed. Being in such a position of power had been new and novel to me then. Now, I was a little wiser, and I better knew how to pace the agony with the pleasure for Thomas.

Once I started up again, I moved relentlessly. I found the soft and sensitive parts of the soles of his feet. My fingers traveled upwards to his neck. Evilly, I flicked his rounded ass and was regarded by a gasp and a groan. “Mal…Please…”

I tortured him until his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright with tears. Still, he never quite managed to finish his plea, and I knew as agonizing as the sensations were, they brought their own kind of sordid pleasure. When I sensed his energy flagging, I moved to his ass. I slipped on a glove and lubed myself up. Finding a position on the bed that didn’t put too much pressure on my injured ankle, I began to finger his ass, pressing against his tender flesh even as I teased his balls. It was a different kind of torture from the tickling. His breath, which hadn’t been steady for some time, became ragged. A sheen of sweat had broken out along his shoulders, glistening in the lamplight. Unconsciously, he began to move his hips against my hand, desperately trying to cum even within the cage.

It was the aphrodisiac that called me to bring things to an end. It pulsated in my veins, growing stronger and more demanding. I finally undid the belt buckle, setting Thomas free. He turned around to face me, and I could see how flushed his face had gotten. Sweaty strands of hair clung to the edges of his face. He had never looked both so adorable and so desirable. I wanted him madly.

I bent over to give him a kiss, and he arched upwards to meet my lips with his. The heat of his cheeks pressed against my skin.

“I’m ready,” I said in a low voice to him. “Why don’t you use the strap-on on me?”

“Okay,” Thomas breathed back.

I settled back into the pillows and watched as he eased himself off the bed. His balls were swollen and bulged against the restraints of the cage. I felt a twinge of guilt at the sight. I didn’t love that I couldn’t give him the relief he craved, but I told myself that Missy would set it right when he returned.

Thomas slipped on the harness that I had brought with me downstairs. He adjusted the straps until the silicone dildo rose proudly between his hips in contrast to his own caged cock. He turned to face me, and I smiled at him.

“Come.”

Thomas swallowed. A look of tortured helplessness settled over his features. He took a half-step toward me and then paused. Meeting his panicked gaze, I had the first sense that something was wrong.

“What is it?”

“I…I can’t do this,” Thomas said, looking stricken. “I’m sorry.”

I stared at him. “What? Why?”

“I…” Thomas shook his head. He was backing away from me now. His hands fumbled at the harness, tearing it off. “I just can’t. This isn’t right…with Missy…”

“You want me to beg?” I asked him with a laugh, a faint feeling of panic settling in. Part of me couldn’t believe this wasn’t some kind of a joke. My body was raging for closure, every nerve screaming in my brain.

“No, I don’t,” Thomas said, his voice strangled. “I’m sorry, Mal. I’m really sorry.”

Maybe in the sobriety of daytime, I would have let him go just with that. But reality, already blurred by the drug I had taken, had turned around on me yet again. I felt like I was trapped in some sort of absurd dream. Or nightmare. I pushed myself off the bed and wrapped my arms tightly around him, pressing my face into his chest. “Please don’t do this,” I pleaded. “I need you right now.”

“Mal…” Thomas gripped my shoulders firmly and pushed me back. Tears stung my eyes as I stared into his face.

“You’re serious?”

Thomas looked away, eyes cast down to the ground. Face burning with humiliation, I slowly picked up my clothes and the discarded strap-on. “Well, okay then.”

I limped my way back to my bedroom with my stupid sprained ankle. It was almost funny how pathetic and miserable I felt just then. The throbbing between my legs had become even more insistent, making me less cautious than maybe I should have been, but my parents were long since gone to bed, and not a soul interrupted me as I mechanically made my way back to my bedroom and washed up. It was with a sob of relief that I finally threw myself down into the familiar comfort of my bed and switched off the light. I kicked off my shorts and reached between my legs.

Thomas had left me thoroughly wet. I thought back to Thomas’s stormy eyes, the flush staining his cheeks as he stretched out across the bed. Mal…Please, I heard him say. My fingers dipped and circled across the familiar terrain of my flesh. My arousal sharpened, having at last found a conduit for its raging, terrible need. My movements became faster and harder. Furiously, I recalled the details of the scene before Thomas had brought things to their abrupt end: the sheen of sweat on his forehead, the taste of his tongue on mine; the way his cock had strained in its cage, alive and twitching with a mind of its own. Like a breaking storm, merciful sweetness flooded my senses. I could have wept in relief.

Still, I wasn’t fully in the clear. On the heels of the immediate pleasure, I could feel the old ache of need gathering itself on the periphery. The aphrodisiac wasn’t done with me yet. On another night, its unyielding call would have been a pleasure to answer, but tonight I fully felt the agony of being cast adrift without someone to share it with. It would be a long, wakeful night ahead.

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The next morning, we said our goodbyes to my parents. I was half-worried that my mom would shut Thomas out after the events of dinner last night, but she managed to send him off with a nearly convincing warm farewell.

Thomas and I caught a late morning bus back to the city that got us in by the mid-afternoon. We were quiet throughout the four-hour ride, stiff and awkward with the way things had ended the night before. What was there to say? Thomas had already apologized. Besides, I wasn’t angry with him, not exactly. How could I hold his conscience against him when I myself had once shared the same misgivings? What did it say about me that I had proven to care so little about my own rules? I was the worst kind of hypocrite, and it had taken Missy’s boon to me to reveal the depths to which I would stoop.

Kiara was right, I thought with bitter humor, remembering that Memorial Day weekend nearly half a year ago. I was better off not falling for Thomas. It would have been nice if words and warnings were all that it took. Too bad nothing could have prepared me for the reality of him.

At Port Authority, we disembarked from the bus and walked together through the bustling station to the subway. He kept close to me, a hand lightly placed on my lower back. I could feel its pressure even through my winter coat. It kept us linked even as crowds of commuters jostled past us, threatening to break us apart. Once we made it to the turnstiles, it was time for us to go our separate ways. It was only then that he released me. We turned towards each other.

“Well, see you around,” I said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” said Thomas. He cleared his throat. “Before you go…I got a birthday present for you.”

“Oh yeah?” I blinked, surprised by this.

Thomas fished into the pocket of his coat and produced from it a little plastic Spider-Man action figure. “I was in CVS the other day and saw it by the checkout. I don’t know if you remember, but the first time we met we talked about Spider-Man.”

“I remember.” I forced a smile, turning over the figurine. The little guy was crouching in his red and blue costume, hand extended to shoot some web. “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday.”

We exchanged a brief hug and said our goodbyes. With one last look at the heart-achingly beautiful and forbidden man standing behind me, his duffel slung over his shoulder, I swiped my MetroCard and pushed through the turnstile.

The weekend was behind us at last.