67A: Speaking of Torture

I've decided to break up this next chapter into three sections. Also, this way, I hoped to make it easier on devices that didn't handle many pictures well (like my old tablet). These three sections were originally going to be three separate chapters released over time, but I didn't want to drag it out. 

So that Blogger won't (hopefully won't) screw up the order, I'm releasing them a few hours apart.

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Marie

    I wake up and stretch. It feels so good to be able to properly stretch again. My knee has been doing much better, and I can make short trips on it without my crutches. Jesse doesn't like me doing this, but he tries to keep himself from carrying me everywhere.

    Jesse, I think happily and stretch again. I'm spending the whole day with him. I wonder what he has planned.

    He said I was in trouble, I think with a little jolt of excitement going through me like lightning. I giggle and decide to wear the dark blue panties just like the ones he stole.

    I hear a knock at my door before I get a chance to put on my shorts. After peeking out my window for a second, I see it's him. I smile mischievously, toss my shorts on the bed, and go answer the door with nothing but my shirt and panties on.

    "Hey," I say and work very hard at keeping a straight face.

    His eyes go right to my bare legs, and he says, "You're not using your crutches."

    "Mm mm," I make a negative noise as I shake my head no. "I don't need them unless I get real tired. I can almost-"

    Yes! I think as Jesse takes one step inside my house and attacks me before kicking the door closed. I don't care that he interrupted me as I entwine my arms around his neck.

    His hands come down to cup my ass, and he groans when he discovers my underwear.

    "I thought... you had on... short shorts," he says while kissing my neck. I guess my shirt covered up more than I thought.

    "You arrived before I finished dressing," I explain. I really like the way his hands massage my derriere, and I'm sure to make a low, appreciative groan.

     "Minx," he accuses, and I laugh. My laugh turns into a squeal when he picks me up, and he carries me into my bedroom. He immediately puts me on my bed and goes down between my legs. "Oh, shit," he groans. "Only they're blue."

     I giggle at his agonized tone. He's being ridiculous. For the first time in my life, I'm ready. The only problem is that Jesse wants to have an old-fashioned relationship where we take things slow. I've been doing everything I can to drive him insane. I tried to give him a hand job the other night, but he stopped me, much to my surprise.

     He moves my underwear to the side and sticks his tongue down into me. The act takes me so much by surprise that I cry out and actually try to move away.

     "Oh no you don't," he growls after lifting his head a small amount.

    "You wanted slow, remember?" I gasp, suddenly shy again.

    He reaches to the waistband of my panties and starts pulling them off. "Hmmm...." he says low in his throat like he's contemplating something. "Slow," he says in that same tone, and I get a little nervous. I hate that I'm nervous, but it's his fault. If it were up to me, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore.

    I feel the backs of my thighs brush against the cotton fabric of his shirt as he places my legs over him. Then I feel his warm tongue reach down to slowly lick me.

    "Do you have tennis shoes?" he asks from between my legs, and I can feel his breath on me.

    "Running shoes?" I ask. I think that's what he means.

    "Yes."

    "Yes," I answer, and he leaves me to look under my bed.

    "Ah hah!" he exclaims happily, and I hear what sounds like him pulling the laces out of them.

    "What are you doing?" I have to ask.

    "Getting some string," he says as he pulls out the laces while he hums.

     "Why do you need the laces?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. I think I've guessed why.

     "You have a great headboard, Marie. So many different places to do this," he states while tying the laces together at the ends with a knot to make one long lace.

     "Jesse..." I say, unable to finish my sentence. I'm having difficulty breathing from the look in his eyes.

     "You know what, Marie?" he asks when he sees that I'm not going to say anything else. "This isn't what I'd planned on doing first thing this morning. I'd hoped we could go grab breakfast at the diner," he states. "But then you answer the door in your panties... in some just like my favorites and like the ones you tortured me with by making me think about them last night." He puts his knees on the bed and starts coming towards me. "So, you've distracted me totally off breakfast." He looks dangerous as he grabs one of my arms and continues to crawl on top of me.

    "We can go eat breakfast," I point out with wide eyes.

    "I'm no longer interested in what's on the menu at the diner," he states as he grabs my other hand, confirming my suspicions about what he wants to do with that shoelace. "There's only one thing I have an appetite for." My shock keeps me from stopping him as he, very quickly, too quickly, binds my wrists together tightly.

     I gasp and look up at my wrists while I feel Jesse's hands on my waist, pulling up my shirt. He lifts it over my head and pushes it up to my wrists, making me completely bare underneath him.

    "Breakfast at Chez Marie," he says huskily after pulling up one of my knees. He looks up and sees me struggling against the shoelace and says, "Don't pull too hard. I don't want you to hurt yourself."

    "I..." I don't know what to say as I look down at him with wide eyes.

    "Do you trust me, Marie?" he asks with his eyes looking at me intently before he lazily kisses my knee.

     Do I?! I think in a bit of a panic. I start breathing fast. I've never been tied up before. I rampantly think of all the ways I could take him out with only my legs, but I know he doesn't want to harm me.

     He moves up to make his face level with mine and crouches over me. I'm terrified, and in the back of my mind, I'm furious that I'm terrified. 

    His lips gently caress mine, and I feel the looser fabric of his shirt graze my breasts as he hovers above me. Then he kisses me deeply before pulling back again and going gentle once more.

     He does this several more times before leaving my mouth to kiss my neck. I ask, "Why tie me up?"

     I feel him smile against my skin as he answers, "Because I wanted to show you what I meant when I mentioned something you would like and not be able to move around. Remember?"
     The text. "I would like?"
     "Yes," he replies. "Please, trust me, Marie," he says and kisses me again.
     I close my eyes and work at slowing down my breathing. Without the use of my hands, I feel exposed and helpless.
     But this is Jesse!
     "Marie?" he asks, and he sounds very worried.
     "Okay," I manage as a whisper.

     He exhales like a sigh of relief and kisses me again. I want to thread my fingers into his hair, but I can't. The desire to touch him is so automatic that I have difficulty reminding myself to try not to get hurt from the shoelace. The hypnotic way his body moves above me makes me want to touch him even more, however.
    Jesse's hands! Oh, his hands... the way they touch me as they travel over my body like they're covering more area than they actually are. I get so distracted by them that I feel surprised any time his lips or teeth do something new. Normally, I'd want to run my hands down his arm, but he touches me without restraint. The fact that I can't stop him makes it feel so much more erotic.
    "Marie," he groans into my stomach while his hands run up and down my sides. Then he turns his head and lays his cheek on my belly while wrapping his arms around me. "Ma Marie. Je t'adore."
    A small tear escapes my eye as I wish I could verbally return his feelings, but he doesn't act like he expects anything. Instead, he sighs happily and lets his hands roam where they may.
    "My stomach is growling," he states mischievously, and his head moves down while he eagerly parts my legs. "You know what I'm hungry for, don't you?" he asks in a teasing tone.
     I finally find a little bravery in the midst of all of this. "What you wouldn't come and get last night," I answer and smile at the mild shock on his face.
     He recovers and says, "Last night. ...Last night... hmm..." He pretends to try to remember something, and I roll my eyes. "That's right. You're in trouble. I got distracted. Thanks for reminding me."

     I cry out when he presses down on that sensitive spot, hard, with his tongue and circles it around, dragging me with it. I desperately want to hold onto something: a pillow, the sheets, his hair, SOMETHING! But of course, I can't! I let out several cries as the pleasure builds and builds.
     And then he stops.
     My eyes fly open in shock from this unexpected twist, and I pant while I mentally hear what sounds like a jet engine powering down. I groan. Why did he stop?
     "Nope," he says, stressing the 'p.' "I told you you're in trouble."
     Mon Dieu. "No. No, Jesse. I'll go crazy. I'm going crazy!"
      He brings his face level with mine and says a little harshly, "Good! You. Have. Been. Driving. Me. Insane, Marie!" He pants a few times. "I wanted simple! I wanted to take things slow, but you've been tempting me at every turn. Don't you know how turned on I am simply by being near you?" His voice gets gentler as he says, "I'm amazed by how skilled you already are at pushing me over the edge. Exhibit A." He gestures to my tied up body. "Not what I had planned. But I couldn't help myself. I'm aggravated at how little self-control I possess around you. Me! I'm the one that's supposed to know what he's doing and control himself, and I wind up doing what I tell myself not to do."
     His lips crash onto mine, and I worry about his frustrated state. When he gives me a chance to, I whisper, "I'm sorry."
     Jesse wilts on top of me, his head landing on my shoulder. I can feel the hard bulge in his shorts pressing into my thigh as we both lie here doing nothing but breathing.
     Jesse breaks the silence. "I want you, Marie. So. Bad." He lifts up to look down at me so he can say, "All you have to do is say the word, and I'll make love to you right now."
     Holy crap! I think and breathe fast while Jesse watches me like a hawk. "I'm tied up. What's stopping you?"
      His lips twitch together for a split second like he's a little mad before he answers, "You are." He watches me some more, his face showing a calmer expression. "I wanted to take you to see a waterfall after breakfast before things got too hot outside. But I'd love to make you so wet that you're dripping. It'll help."
     I start breathing faster again as I feel like everything is closing in on me. He's offering me exactly what I've said I want. Why can't I just tell him to do it? I'm ready, damn it! I am! 
     Am I?
     "I'll let you think about it," he says and starts suckling me.
     Think?! How can I think like this?! I wonder as I cry out when his hand reaches up to tweak and play with my other nipple. Again, I want to put my hands in his hair. Oh, as soon as I'm able, I'm going to do nothing but run my fingers through his hair for hours! "Ah!" I let out as he increases the pressure with his tongue going crazy inside his mouth against me. Little noises escape me, and I squirm below the waist as much as I'm able.

    He leaves one side for the other, leaving that side extra-sensitive. When his other hand reaches up to toy with it, I cry out again. Then I realize he has the other one in his mouth and is tugging on that one too.
    I start saying his name repeatedly in different ways: in warning, begging, crying, and sighing. More whimpering gets added to that as that intense need builds between my legs. From this?
    "Oh-oh-oh-oh," I say in a broken voice as my hips jerk forward into nothingness again and again.
    Jesse groans, leaves my breasts, and goes down between my legs to lick up the wet fluids coming out of me. Oh, that's gross. Why does it feel so good?
     I reach a state of mind that I'm no longer aware of what's around me, and the center of my universe is where Jesse's tongue caresses me. I've already had an orgasm, but he keeps going anyway! Did he know?
     "Jesse," I breathe, "I..." I can't say it. Yes I can. "I came already."
     "Mhm," Jesse makes a noise into me from the back of his throat, not saying any more because his lips are busy. He knows. And he's not stopping.
     In pleasuring myself, I'd never gone past my climax before. I didn't see the point. That Jesse isn't stopping is completely foreign to me. That I'm loving it is humbling in its own way.
      I continue to ride the small waves of pleasure as Jesse plays with me in an unhurried way.
      After some time has gone by, he lifts his head to ask, "Have you thought about it?"
      My eyes widen as I realize I had forgotten to think about it. Jesse smiles knowingly up at me and works his way up my belly, past my breasts, and he stops at my neck to lick at bite at me. Unexpectedly, he reaches up and works at untying the shoelace from around my wrists.
     The second my hands are free, they're in his hair. "Never cut your hair," I say as my hands attack his scalp.
     He smiles a little in confused surprise like that was the last thing he expected to hear, and I don't blame him. "Okay," he says simply before his gaze upon me darkens, and he roughly jerks me to him and claims my mouth in a crazed frenzy.

      My pulse beats out of control as I try to keep up with him, my hands in his hair of course, but he keeps up that crazy frenzy of his, only pausing to lift his shirt up over his head and off. We both groan from the skin-to-skin contact as he kisses me like he never left.
     I'm not ready.
     The thought slips into my mind unbidden, and I immediately try to push it out. Self-doubt starts to eat at me as Jesse treats me like... like a full-grown man would treat me if he wanted to make love to me imminently. I whimper as the fear takes root and grows. I feel like Jesse's out of my league and merely pulling me along.
     "No," I whine and cry, not just to Jesse but to the feeling I have because I also know the feeling is right.
     Jesse jerks his head back. "No?" he asks, and the look on his face shows his extreme concern. He takes several huffing breaths as I can tell he's trying to calm himself while he watches me to see if my 'no' is that kind of a 'no.' It is.
     I feel so stupid. My hands cover my eyes so that I don't have to look at his crestfallen expression. I can still hear him panting heavily for a few more seconds before he groans and holds me close. I'm glad he doesn't force me to move my hands.
    "I'm sorry," I eep out.
    I feel Jesse's chin on the top of my head before he says, "It's okay."
    It's not okay, but thank you for pretending that it is.
    He continues with his statement. "There were two choices there, and you picked no."
    I say very quietly, "But I'm sorry I answered the door in my panties."
    He laughs a nice, relaxed laugh before he says, "You can answer the door in your panties anytime you want. You'd just better expect a reaction like that if you do."
    "That's what I wanted at first," I admit.
    "Was it the tying up thing?" he asks. "Or was it that I scared you just now?"
     He wants to know why I said no. Well, I guess that's reasonable. "The tying up was, uh, okay."
     "Really?" he asks, sounding excited in an almost-humorous way. Then, I can tell he calms himself down before he asks, "So, it was just now?"
     "But there was nothing wrong with just now!" I cry out, angry at myself.
     "Marie, I was full-on, not-going-to-take-no-as-an-answer just now, and yet I'm happy that I did take no for an answer. So, yes. Just now was different."
     "I feel so stupid."
     "You're not."
     "But I feel it."
     He makes a growling noise while holding my head and kissing my hair. "This is why I wanted simple."
     "I think that's impossible," I say. "I can't help myself."

     He groans and says, "And dammit if I don't love it. Even the torture."
     "The torture?"
     "Like you talking about your pink panties last night."
     I finally smile. "Oh. Yeah. I was a little mad at you for not coming over even if you've been over every night... until you leave."
     "So it was deliberate torture," he says and takes a deep breath, and I feel his chest move against me. "Marie... you need to get some clothes on. Speaking of torture."
     "Okay," I say simply and move to roll away from him. His arms tighten around me, and I look up at him, confused, and see him staring intently back at me.
      "I said you need to. I didn't say I wanted you to," he answers to the question in my eyes. Then he kisses me in a very loving way and rolls us so that he's on top of me again. He groans and starts rocking his hips against me.
     I think I worry about the wrong things. I can't help it.
     "Jesse! Your shorts are going to be messy," I pant out as he kisses my neck.
     "Okay. I'll fix that," he says and lifts up a little to take them off before landing back on me again in nothing but his boxers.
     "That's not what I meant!"
     He chuckles into my hair as he rocks me side-to-side so that he can successfully get his arms around me. My arms get trapped at my sides, and I don't like that. I make a little complaining noise.

     "What?" he asks as he parts my legs and moves between them.
     I decide to tell him exactly what I want. "I want my hands in your hair."
     "Ooohhh, and since I'm holding you like this, you can't."
     "Yes."
     "Well, good in a way. That means something's driving you crazy too," he responds and tightens his arms around me before rhythmically moving his hips against mine like he's done once before.
     "Ah!" I cry out to the pleasure and frustration. "You're doing this on purpose!"
     "You bet your ass I'm doing this on purpose! I'm still abiding by your 'no,' but I'm desperate for a grey area," he groans. "I guess my boxers are going to get very messy, Marie, because I'd better not take them off," he says like he's reading my mind. "Shit! You're so wet I can't stand it!" he exclaims and starts pushing his hips harder onto me.
     "Jesse..." I say, worried that he'll forget all about my 'no' and do it anyway.
     "Oh god, Marie. Please don't make me stop!" he yells desperately.
     The pleasure is incredible, and I really want my hands in his hair. "I want your hair!" I cry out in a very unguarded way.
      He growls, "I want your pussy."
      I don't have time to be shocked because his mouth attacks mine, demanding that I respond to his tongue. His hips start moving really fast, and I cry out into his mouth. He acts like he likes that, so he stubbornly refuses to leave my mouth alone while his hips continue to gyrate against me at a ludicrous tempo.
     He groans into my mouth when my hips push forward into him. I'm unable to make a sound. My mouth still opens in a soundless cry as Jesse slowly keeps moving.
     Finally, I can take a breath, and I let out a long, tortured cry while Jesse keeps making my hips move on their own.
     "Oh, fuck! I need it! Marie! Oh god, don't let me!" he screams in agony.
     "The only way to stop you would hurt you real bad!" I loudly whine to him. I reach around him and dig my nails into his back.

     He jerks his arms out from around me, grabs my wrists, and pins them on either side of my head. The look in his eyes makes him look like he's gone completely crazy, like he's going to take me anyway.
    My eyes widen, and I shake my head no really fast before I say, "No, Jesse. No."
    "What would you do?" he asks as he demonstrates his ability to fully pin me down, legs included, using all his weight and strength.
     "Something!" I cry. "I'm terrible when I panic!" I admit. I have no real idea right now how I could physically escape him, and I'm very near panicking.
     Jesse starts shaking from, I guess, trying to restrain himself. He lets go of my wrists and grabs my head to kiss me deeply. My hands get drawn to his hair like magnets as he starts moving again.
     "We're taking a shower together after this," he says to the rhythm of his hips. Then he watches my face like a hawk when he picks up his tempo again.
     I finally and bravely meet his eyes and I, thankfully, see that he's a little more in control of himself. I look away.
     "Look at me, Marie," he commands, and I do. He holds my gaze before blinking slowly as I feel warmth pool around my stomach while he groans my name. Oh.
      "I love you," he says like he's talking in his sleep and starts kissing me everywhere. "I'm sorry I nearly lost it," he mumbles again. He sounds full of sorrow says, "Oh god. I made you panic. I can't stand this, Marie!"
      "No, Jesse. You stopped." I hug his head to my chest and run my fingers through his hair.
     "I tried to want to keep it simple. I tried to make myself believe that I would be okay, but the truth is that I want you. Still do right this second, but it's not as bad right now. What kind of a monster am I that I can't keep it simple?"
     I kiss the top of his head before I say, "Let me do it. I'll stop trying to tempt you. It's my fault."

     He starts kissing my neck as he groans and says, "You realize that only makes me want to seduce you even more, don't you?" He doesn't wait for me to answer as he quickly gets up and scoops me off the bed to carry me into the bathroom.