The Architect by C.A. Bell

look at him. “And so far?”
    â€œAnd so far, so fucking good,” he reports before covering my pussy with his mouth. He sucks on my clit, triggering my hips to jerk, and my breasts to heave high. He flicks his tongue at lightning speed over my sensitivity. As he continues to jab and circle continuously, he brings me closer to orgasm with every stroke, until I’m right at the peak.
    â€œStop.” I pull my hips down into the sofa.
    He looks up at me. “What’s the matter?”
    I close my eyes as the climax fades away. “I don’t want to come yet.”
    He grins as he takes his jacket off, and pulls his tie from his shirt collar. “Oh really?”
    â€œYes, really.” I smile at him as he stands and looks down at me. Somehow I feel that this is where I belong. Below him, at his beautiful feet, admiring and showing gratitude for the happiness he has brought to my life.
    â€œStand up,” he orders.
    Practically jumping to his command, I stand. He twists me by the shoulders so my back is at his chest, and I watch in the mirror hung over the fireplace as he steals my sight from me with his tie.
    â€œNow, trust me, and give me your hand.”
    I do trust him. I trust him with everything that I have, and not just because I need him right now, because I know I’ll need this man forever.
    I give him my hand, and he guides me upstairs, then takes a left to the bathroom before coming back on himself and heading for my bedroom. I feel the footboard of the bed hit my thigh and I have my bearings exactly as he walks me to the en-suite and turns the shower on.
    Deprived of sight, and with some loss of hearing through the water hitting the tiles, I reach out to find him, but I can’t.
    â€œDon’t worry, I’m here.” His voice at the back of my neck sends shivers down my spine.
    â€œWhat are you doing?”
    His finger touches my lips. “Shh.”
    I shush and wait eagerly for his touch, until his hands are on me again; undressing me, loving me, and making me feel safe. He peels off my shrug, along with my dress, and then, unclasping my bra, he drops it to the floor. I stand there naked, embarrassed, and totally unaware, until he grabs my hand and tells me to step into the shower.
    The warm water hits my hip as I enter and reach out for the familiar wall. Gripping my wrists, he pulls them behind my back and ties them tightly with something silky. All of a sudden I become claustrophobic.
    With eyesight and hands restricted I call out, “Heath, stop it, I’m scared.”
    His hands squeeze my naked waist, and I feel his bare chest against my back. “It’s okay, Ruth, I’m here.”
    I calm as I lean back onto him. He kisses my forehead. “Relax, darling, I’m not going to hurt you, not ever.”
    My heart rate quickens at his words, and I smile as his hands leave my skin. I feel him move to the front of me. Telling me I am beautiful and that I have a stunning body, he showers me down with the shower head. I chuckle when he moves the water over the area between my legs.
    â€œOh, you like that do you, bad girl?” he asks playfully.
    I nod, and he does it again, this time at maximum power.
    An ‘mmm’ escapes my throat as I feel his erection poke me in the hip, and the jetting water hits my clit. Desperate to reach out with my entwined hands and grab him, I struggle, and he laughs as he holds me in place using my restraints.
    â€œIs there something you want?” He asks as he rubs the head of his cock against my leg.
    Teasingly, I reply, “No.”
    â€œNothing at all?”
    â€œWell, there’s nothing that catches my eye,” I joke.
    His tone turns deviant as I hear him turn the shower dial. “Nothing at all, huh? We’ll see about that.”
    The water turns icy cold and knocks the breath out of me as goose bumps rise over every inch of my body. Trying to step back away from the