Page 28 of Below the Surface
“I hope you won’t need to use it at all. But if you need to leave the party before I’m ready, use your safe word. Otherwise, everything will be onmytimetable. If you use your safe word, we will come home.”
I nod.
Piper kisses me and circles my clit with her finger repeatedly, taking me higher but offering no chance of release. I grip her arms to steady myself.
“Get on your knees on the bed, Cameron.”
I move to the bed and see the small plug and bottle of lube Piper has laid out.
“Look forward,” she tells me.
I grip the comforter as she spreads my legs apart. Her tongue blazes a trail down my spine. She settles behind me, her warm breath caressing my center. She licks me in long, languid strokes. I press into her, and she stops. A smack lands on my ass—not as hard as she can deliver, but a reminder that she’s in control.
“Don’t move, Cameron. Stay in that position. I told you; you’re not coming soon.”
Her mouth resumes its exploration, and I grip the comforter tighter. The intense sensations coursing through me consume my mind. Every lick, every touch of Piper’s lips against my skin sends waves of pleasure rippling through me. The combination of her commanding presence and the deliberate denial of release has me teetering on the edge of desperation. Seeing the small plug and bottle of lube on the bed sends a thrill down my spine. I fix my gaze forward as she positions herself behind me. I know what’s coming next, and excitement intertwines with trepidation.
Piper hums against my center, and a slight tremor erupts from my core.
“You want it so much, don’t you?” she asks.
She traces her tongue from my core all the way to my ass, teasing me with gentle suction. My body quivers in anticipation as she reaches for the plug. This one is larger than we’ve used before but still smaller than many I’ve seen. Her talented hands massage my ass, preparing me for what’s coming. A wave ofanticipation washes over me as the cold lube connects with my hot skin, sending shivers down my spine. I gasp in pleasure as her tongue teases and tantalizes my sensitive entrance again. She eases a finger inside with slow and deliberate movements, expertly stretching and preparing me. My body surrenders to her touch, every nerve ending buzzing with ecstasy. She increases the tempo, pumping in and out until I struggle to hold myself up. The plug glides effortlessly inside me, filling me. With skilled fingers, she delves into my core, teasing and stroking until I’m lost in a world of ecstasy.
“Oh, God.” I know I’m not supposed to speak, but I’ve never felt so full.
A smack lands on my ass, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming her name. I desperately want her to continue, to smack me again—to make me hers.
Piper withdraws her finger from my core and moves to look into my eyes. “Sit up, Cam.”
I look at her in disbelief.
“Sit up,” she says.
I comply.
“Now,” Piper says. “Go wash up. Don’t remove the plug.”
A rush of fear mixed with excitement travels up my spine.
“Get dressed.”
I stare at her.
“You’ll leave that where I put it until we get home. If it becomes too much—if you feelanypain—you whisper your safe word to me, and we’ll come straight home.”
I can’t stop staring. I’m not sure what I expected. It wasn’t this.
“Cameron,” Piper says. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes. Of course I trust you.”
“Get dressed. I know you’re apprehensive about this party—the people from my past life who will be there. I want you tobe reminded every moment that you’re mine. And I’m yours, Cameron.”
Piper’s words reassure me. She reminds me that I’m hers—not as a possession, but as her lover, the only woman she desires. It fills me with a sense of love and devotion towards her. I’m determined to make it through the party until she’s ready to bring me home—even if it kills me, and it might.
When Piper and I first started dating, I couldn’t have predicted what would develop between us. I try not to have expectations in life. I prefer to approach life with a touch of optimism tempered by a dose of reality. Kelsey told me once that’s double-speak for being a pessimist. Realism is not synonymous with pessimism. You might say I view life like I do the morning weather report. In the summer, when the weather person says it will be sunny andhot, I pack a bag with a towel, blanket, and bathing suit in the trunk of my car. But Ialwayshave an umbrella under my seat, just in case.
Attending Kelsey’s parties is an exception to my unwritten rule. I view her get-togethers skeptically, with a touch of hopefulness. Experience has taught me Kelsey will push my buttons—and not the ones that enjoy being pressed. That’s why Piper chose tonight for this adventure. I admit it. It’s exciting to do something kinky while Kelsey remains oblivious. A smile creases my lips as I finish slipping into my dress.Little do you know, Kels.