was working.
They laughed in the same places, like they always had. So
many times over the years they’d caught one another’s eye at a movie theater,
seeking that connection even if it meant peering over a group of friends. Those
had been isolated moments though, easily explained away by long friendship and
shared history. Now it was only the two of them, and the shared glances turned
to fondling, to kissing and eventually to missing the end of the movie in favor
of making out on the couch like a pair of horny teenagers.
Jake’s voice was muffled, his lips brushing between her
breasts. “I knew there was a reason I should be making you sit at my feet. Now
I’ll never know how it turns out.”
Tess pulled away, sliding partially out from under him to
reach for the remote that sat on the end table. She hit “reverse” and stuck her
tongue out at Jake, who backed off with a mock ominous scowl.
“You did not just handle the remote without my
express, lordly permission.”
She grinned. He was cute when he poked fun at himself.
“I’d say you were cruising for a bruising, but since I’ve
already given you one of those…wait here, I’ll be a few minutes.”
He leapt off the couch and took the basement stairs a few at
a time, hurtling out of sight before Tess knew what was what. She heard his
footsteps thumping all the way upstairs, then indeterminate knockings and
rustlings that went on for some time.
By the time Jake clomped back down the basement steps, Tess
was sitting backward on the couch, chin propped on the back as she stared at
the steps, waiting for him to re-appear. He was carrying a big plastic storage
bin, and the cords in his neck and forearms strained at the weight. The thing
clanked when he put it down on the tile floor by his home gym, an ungainly open
cube of steel framework that occupied one corner of the rambling converted
basement. It was right next to the guest room door, but she hadn’t paid much
attention to it on her visit to borrow the shower, other than to wonder if Jake
actually used the thing.
Now Tess eyed it with growing suspicion.
Time for a workout? It seemed an unlikely choice. She
watched Jake shove the black vinyl-covered bench and the big weights out of the
way and start removing equipment from the bin, stuff that seemed to be
attachments for the gym. Extra supports, something that looked like a cross
brace. Heavy rings on clip hooks that fit perfectly into the holes perforating
the framework at regular intervals. An oddly shaped vertical strut, hip height
or so, that Jake secured into place in a bracket halfway between the two front
uprights of the cube.
When he returned to the bin, his body no longer obscured the
view.
Tess took one look at the shiny red phallus on the end of
the newly added upright and gasped, vaulting the back of the sectional and
bolting for the stairs.
Not too fast though. She was registering concern, not making
a bid for freedom. Jake caught her easily and swung her over his shoulder,
carefully avoiding the tender marks on the backs of her legs as he brought her
to the gym and shackled her wrists and ankles to one side of the frame with a
set of well-padded leather cuffs.
“Now stay there. These things can’t be rushed.”
Fascinated, and unable to even pretend she wasn’t curious,
she watched him rig the rest of the setup. There were two more rings on clips
close to the floor—for the ankle cuffs, presumably—and some sort of crossbar
arrangement at hip height or so, with a bracket. It looked like a horizontal
microphone stand, with adjustability in several directions.
That is no microphone .
It was a vibrator, a big one, and Tess relaxed at the sight
of it. Whatever this was, it would obviously involve her getting off, and Jake
had said he wouldn’t be adding to her collection of bruises, so how bad could
it be?
The egg timer should have been a clue.
Chapter Eight
He was trying hard not to smirk and give something away.
Jake
They laughed in the same places, like they always had. So
many times over the years they’d caught one another’s eye at a movie theater,
seeking that connection even if it meant peering over a group of friends. Those
had been isolated moments though, easily explained away by long friendship and
shared history. Now it was only the two of them, and the shared glances turned
to fondling, to kissing and eventually to missing the end of the movie in favor
of making out on the couch like a pair of horny teenagers.
Jake’s voice was muffled, his lips brushing between her
breasts. “I knew there was a reason I should be making you sit at my feet. Now
I’ll never know how it turns out.”
Tess pulled away, sliding partially out from under him to
reach for the remote that sat on the end table. She hit “reverse” and stuck her
tongue out at Jake, who backed off with a mock ominous scowl.
“You did not just handle the remote without my
express, lordly permission.”
She grinned. He was cute when he poked fun at himself.
“I’d say you were cruising for a bruising, but since I’ve
already given you one of those…wait here, I’ll be a few minutes.”
He leapt off the couch and took the basement stairs a few at
a time, hurtling out of sight before Tess knew what was what. She heard his
footsteps thumping all the way upstairs, then indeterminate knockings and
rustlings that went on for some time.
By the time Jake clomped back down the basement steps, Tess
was sitting backward on the couch, chin propped on the back as she stared at
the steps, waiting for him to re-appear. He was carrying a big plastic storage
bin, and the cords in his neck and forearms strained at the weight. The thing
clanked when he put it down on the tile floor by his home gym, an ungainly open
cube of steel framework that occupied one corner of the rambling converted
basement. It was right next to the guest room door, but she hadn’t paid much
attention to it on her visit to borrow the shower, other than to wonder if Jake
actually used the thing.
Now Tess eyed it with growing suspicion.
Time for a workout? It seemed an unlikely choice. She
watched Jake shove the black vinyl-covered bench and the big weights out of the
way and start removing equipment from the bin, stuff that seemed to be
attachments for the gym. Extra supports, something that looked like a cross
brace. Heavy rings on clip hooks that fit perfectly into the holes perforating
the framework at regular intervals. An oddly shaped vertical strut, hip height
or so, that Jake secured into place in a bracket halfway between the two front
uprights of the cube.
When he returned to the bin, his body no longer obscured the
view.
Tess took one look at the shiny red phallus on the end of
the newly added upright and gasped, vaulting the back of the sectional and
bolting for the stairs.
Not too fast though. She was registering concern, not making
a bid for freedom. Jake caught her easily and swung her over his shoulder,
carefully avoiding the tender marks on the backs of her legs as he brought her
to the gym and shackled her wrists and ankles to one side of the frame with a
set of well-padded leather cuffs.
“Now stay there. These things can’t be rushed.”
Fascinated, and unable to even pretend she wasn’t curious,
she watched him rig the rest of the setup. There were two more rings on clips
close to the floor—for the ankle cuffs, presumably—and some sort of crossbar
arrangement at hip height or so, with a bracket. It looked like a horizontal
microphone stand, with adjustability in several directions.
That is no microphone .
It was a vibrator, a big one, and Tess relaxed at the sight
of it. Whatever this was, it would obviously involve her getting off, and Jake
had said he wouldn’t be adding to her collection of bruises, so how bad could
it be?
The egg timer should have been a clue.
Chapter Eight
He was trying hard not to smirk and give something away.
Jake
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