Just Give It Time
Fandom: IT (2017)
Pairing(s): Stenbrough (Stan Uris x Bill Denbrough)
Characters: Stan Uris, Bill Denbrough, Stanley’s Parentals
Rating: T
Description: When the topic of dating comes up at dinner one night in the Uris household, Stan has a hard time trying to figure out how to break it to his parents that he’s already unavailable. (Aged-Up to High School)
Author’s Note: Because Stenbrough deserves more love and it was requested ; )
It started like any other family dinner in the Uris Household. Stan was at his usual place, between his parents with his mother at one end of the table and his father at the other. He had resorted to carefully sectioning off the food on his plate out of boredom as he barely listened to the same conversations his parents seemed to have every night.
His mother was saying something about an upcoming event at their synagogue, her status as the Rabbi’s wife making such things a priority.
“—And of course Stan can sit with the Cohen’s because of Eliana—“
“Eliana?” Stan broke in, confused. Ellie Cohen had known him since they were children. They’d seen each other almost every week since they were born at the synagogue and had attended each other’s bar mitzvah and bat mitzvahs. She was okay, Stan guessed. “Why because of Eliana?”
A light chuckle slipped from his mother’s lips as she glanced across the table to her husband and Stan felt his ears burn. He felt like the butt of some joke that he didn’t understand and he didn’t like it. “Well, we know how you feel about her, Stanley.”
“How I—“ Stan echoed, utterly lost for a moment until realization hit him. His parents thought — what? — that he had feelings for Ellie? That shipped had longed since sailed, since he was a year into something special with someone else, not that the Uris’ parental unit had any knowledge about that yet.
“I’m not dating Eliana Cohen.” Stan said firmly, leveling his gaze first to his father and then to his mother.
Shifting uncomfortably, Mrs. Uris’ cheeks tinted pink, “I didn’t say you were, dear. I just thought that maybe one day you—“
“I’m never going to date Eliana Cohen.” Her son tried again, keeping his voice as clear as possible. He almost continued on to say that he was taken and not planning on dating anyone else possibly ever but instead he settled on, “I mean, I barely know her.”
Stan’s father snorted, “She’s young, fertile, and from a good family. What more do you need to know?”
Looking incredulous, Stan blinked, “More than just that, Dad.”
“Okay, you two, no fighting over a home cooked meal.” Mrs. Uris cut in with a warning tone. She was used to the disagreements between her husband and son that had been nearly constant in the household since Stan started high school. Her husband now endlessly complained how their son had once been such a quiet, respectful boy…
Continuing, the woman sighed, “Stanley, dear, how can you say you’ll never see Eliana when, like you said, you barely know her? Maybe you’ll actually like her? She really is a sweet, good girl.”
Stan knew deep in his chest that it didn’t matter how ‘sweet’ or ‘good’ Eliana Cohen was, she’d never compare to what he already had. The problem was as perfect as what he had was in his opinion, he knew his mother and father would never agree. Feeling a swell of courage and confidence bubble up in his chest, he sighed.
“She might be but I’m,” He hesitated before pushing on, “unavailable.”
His parents looked at each other, confused.
Mr. Uris cleared his throat, “You’re unavailable? Since when?”
Stan silently straightened the unused silverware sitting beside his plate and shrugged, “A while.”
“Oh, dear!” His mother suddenly exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “That’s great! Who is it? Do we know her? Or can we meet her?”
Her, her, her… Stan cringed internally. He had known that his confession would lead to his mother raising questions and assumptions such as these. A part of him, the part that he managed to silence and bury most of the time, wished that her assumptions were right, that there was a pretty, perfect she behind his words.
Life didn’t work that way though and Stan instantly felt guilty for being even a little ashamed of what he did have.
“Yes,” He spat out, sounding strangled, “Tomorrow for dinner.”
His mother grinned and nodded, giving her husband a look of excitement. Mr. Uris eyed his son suspiciously before digging back into his meal. Neither of them realized their son was already having a panic attack over what he’d just agreed to.
“St—Stan, we don’t have t-to—“
“I do, Bill. I have to.” Stan cut off his boyfriend as they climbed out of Bill’s silver ’85 Camero. Meeting halfway in front of the hood, the boys stopped inches apart, their breaths misting in the space between from the chilly air. “I’m tired of feeling dirty and wrong. I want to be honest about you, about us.”
Bill’s gaze flickered away, a small smile playing on his lips and he shook his head, “O-okay, yeah. I u-understand.”
And Stan knew he did because Bill always did. People never really got Stan and he had always thought it made sense. He was odd, he liked bird watching, was severely OCD, and had the quirkiest sense of humor. He knew he wasn’t everyone or really anyone’s cup of tea and he had long since grown used to the looks of confusion and mild concern.
Bill never looked at him like that.
Instead, Bill looked at him with endless patience when he had to wait an extra ten minutes for him to straighten his tie just right before they left for a party. Bill looked at him from across a room like he already missed him. Bill Denbrough looked at him like he made things better instead of further complicating them.
No one else had ever looked at him like that and it made Stan breathless.
Nodding, Stan turned his head to look up at his house, “They’re going to hate me.”
“They’re not.” Bill countered, taking Stan’s cold hand and starting toward the front door. “H-how could they? I-if anything, they’ll ha-ate me.”
Stanley cocked his head to the side and sighed, “Yeah, they probably will.”
Bill paused and quirked an eyebrow at his boyfriend, “You know y-you’re sup-p-posed to say the same th-thing I did, right? The b-b-bullshit about how they won’t?”
“I mean, they’ll hate you on principle, Billy. You’re a guy and you’re dating their son. It won’t be you they really hate, just the fact that I’m,” He cleared his throat and nearly pulled his hand from Bill’s but the other boy gripped on tighter. “you know, gay.”
Bill sighed heavily, trying to think of something to reassure his boyfriend. He didn’t honestly know how Stan was feeling. His own parents knew he was dating another boy and while they weren’t excited, they had all silently agreed to just not talk about it. Bill did what Bill did and his parents were fine with that as long as he didn’t get himself killed.
“M-maybe they’ll only hate th-that I’m a Gentile?” Bill suggested with a quirk of those full lips.
Stan paused for a moment before pulling the front door open. Without thinking too much, he quickly leaned forward and pressed a hard, steady kiss on Bill’s lips. The other boy’s eye fluttered shut for a breath before he felt Stan pull back.
“Wh-what was that for?” He asked, grinning a little dazed.
Stan shrugged and drug his boyfriend into the house.
Mrs. Uris had obviously heard the front door because, within seconds, she was whirling into the entry hall from the kitchen. She was smiling broadly and opened her mouth to speak before catching sight of her son’s school friend, Bill Denbrough.
“Oh! Hello, Bill. Stan didn’t tell us you were coming to dinner as well—“
Stan cleared his throat and flexed his fists nervously at his sides.
“Actually, Mom, I did.” Taking a deep breath, he slipped his hand back into Bill’s and squeezed hard. Bill squeezed him back and shuffled closer so that their shoulders brushed. “I told you.”
Mrs. Uris looked bewildered, “No, dear, you said that you were bring—“
She stopped, face going pale, and a hand flew over her mouth. Her eyes, the exact same shade as Stanley’s, darted between the two boys and Stan felt like his heart would pound right out of his chest. The only thing keeping him from a panic attack was Bill’s firm grip and steady presence beside him.
Just as his mother began to drop her hand as if to speak, Mr. Uris came thundering in.
“Is Stanley home yet? Dinner will be cold by the time he gets here with this girl of his.” He looked around and spotted his son by the door. “Oh, there you are and William Denbrough, good to see you, son. How’re your folks?”
“Uh,” Bill’s eyes darted between his boyfriend, his boyfriend’s father, and his boyfriend’s mother. “G-Good, sir.”
“Glad to hear it.” Mr. Uris commented before turning his gaze on his son, still oblivious to the tension in the room, “Now where is this girl, Stanley?”
Stan swallowed, looking to Bill for some extra courage. The boy smiled at him with those beautiful, bright blue eyes and full, sweet lips. He ran a thumb over Stan’s tense knuckles and nodded a little at him.
I’m right here, right beside you.
“Dad—“
“She broke up with him, honey!” Mrs. Uris exclaimed suddenly, moving forward to grip her husband’s arms. “They broke up and Stanley’s a little shaken up. Bill came to cheer him up, such a dear boy, he is. Why don’t you go set the table and I’ll get the boys settled and washed up so we can eat?”
Stan and Bill looked at the woman in confusion as she maneuvered her husband from the hallway. Once Mr. Uris was gone, Stan’s mother turned back to the boys. After a moment, she dashed across the room and threw her arms around her son, pulling him into her chest like she had when he was just a child.
Bill stepped back, releasing his boyfriend’s hand as the boy’s mother planted kiss after kiss on his forehead, cheeks, and nose. There were tears in both Stanley’s eyes and his Mom’s as she rocked him in her arms.
“I—I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Stan hiccuped into the fabric of her dress.
Stroking his curly hair, his mother hushed him and shook her head, “Don’t you be sorry, Stanley. Don’t ever be sorry, dear.” Pulling back, she took his face in her hands and made him meet her eyes, “I thought that maybe you were. I’ve seen how you look at Bill and it’s okay. It’s okay, dear.”
She looked over her son’s shoulder to smile tearfully at Bill. “Neither of you be sorry. You can’t help how you feel just…” She trailed off with a sigh before gazing back at her son, “We can’t tell your father right now. He’s too stubborn and he won’t even try to understand. Just, give it some time, okay?”
Both boys nodded, numbly.
Mrs. Uris sighed and took a step back, wiping her tears away, “Now, you go wash up and then we’ll eat together like a family,” She emphasized the last part while smiling at Bill. “And I promise, boys, we can talk about this at some point but tonight—“
“Just give it time.” Bill and Stan finished in sync, their hands finding each other once again. They would have to talk to his father one day, someday, but until then Stan decided he would just keep saying that he was absolutely unavailable.
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Heart of stone chapter 16
As I rifled through one of my desk drawers in search of highlighters, I was dumbfounded over a how quickly Selena was able to diffuse my temper. When she came into my office, I had every intention of solely focusing on business and calling it quits on the other half of the deal. After all, she had left me alone last night.
When I needed her.
But then she walked into my office. Just the sight of her stopped me in my tracks. As much as I tried, I couldn’t concentrate on the business in front of me. Gone was the thought of ending the personal side of our agreement. I could only focus on her alluring face, and the memory of her head thrown back in passion. And although she was now clothed in tight jeans and a Wally’s t-shirt, I couldn’t help but to envision the sight of her perfect breasts molded in my hands, responsive to every touch.
I walked back over to where Selena was sitting and held out my hand to show her the findings – a red marker, and a yellow and green highlighter.
“I thought that you could use the red Sharpie to cross off any definite ‘no’, the yellow highlighter for a ‘maybe’ and the green one for a ‘yes’. Is that OCD enough for you?”
“Don’t make fun of me, Justin. But, yes – this will work just fine,” she bit out, snatching the colored markers out of my hand.
I watched her run her finger down the list, immediately taking the red marker to cross off caning.
“Remember what I said, Selena. I won’t hurt you,” I said, interrupting the striking of her script.
“I know you wouldn’t,” she said, and I was curious as to why she was suddenly so certain of that. Perhaps I was finally beginning to gain her trust.
“I’m glad that you’re starting to have a little bit of faith in me. Keeping that in mind, you shouldn’t cross things off so quickly.”
“This particular thing, it’s not about trust or faith, Justin. It just sounds so medieval. The whole idea is a turn off.”
I simply nodded and allowed her to go back to the list.
She highlighted spanking in green, having already experienced the feel of my hand on her ass, but hesitated over flogging and whipping. She almost color-coded them red, but picked up the yellow marker instead. However, before she could mark them, I stopped her hand.
“Remember the soft feel of the flogger in your hands from last night. Trust me, Selena.”
I saw the question in her eyes, deep and probing. But after a brief moment of indecision, she coded both green.
“Okay. I can make sense of most of the bondage part of the list, but you’ll have to explain suspension to me,” she said, needing more clarification.
“It’s just like it sounds. I suspend you from the rails of my bed, leaving your body free for me to do what ever I’d like.”
Her head snapped up to look at me. Those big browns went big, as if she were picturing herself suspended in the air. My cock twitched and I shifted slightly in my seat, the image filling my own head.
Selena. Spread out and on display.
We are never going to make it through the list if I keep picturing all of this stuff.
I hoped she wouldn’t continue to question every little thing. Detailed descriptions of what I wanted to do to her were killing me. As it was, I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and embed myself in her satin heat. Right here, right now. On the couch in my office.
Patience. Get through the list first. Gain her acceptance.
In the end, she highlighted suspension in green, and I breathed a small sigh of relief when she moved on to the next thing.
“Hog tie?” she mused the question out loud, but thankfully I didn’t have to give her an explanation that would torture my groin further. Her scarlet cheeks told me that she knew the answer almost as soon as she voiced the question.
“I’m going to ask you not to go through and highlight the list of enhancements. Over time, I will get to know your body better than you do and I’ll know how far you can be pushed. Will you just let me use my judgment on those?” I asked her.
“I don’t see why not. There isn’t anything too crazy on here,” she observed, scanning the rest of the list.
“See? This stuff isn’t as bad as you originally thought, is it?”
She almost nodded in agreement, but then her eyes rested on something that had her head shaking back and forth.
“Wait, hang on. I don’t know about the anal bea – .”
“Do you trust me?” I asked again, cutting her off.
Trust.
There was that word again, one that I had thrown out a countless number of times. I could tell that she was thinking that same, as her eyes were looking searchingly into mine. I wanted her to open up to me, but I understood her hesitation. My world was unknown to her, and she was bound to make countless mistakes on the unfamiliar path. She needed to trust that I would guide her way.
“I trust you,” she finally said.
“Good. Then we are finished with this,” I said with an air of finality. I leaned forward and took her chin in my hand. “All of this talking about bondage has made my cock rock hard, and we need to decide how we are going to rectify that situation.”
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I felt my skin prickle in anticipation as he moved his hand up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. I shifted my eyes towards Justin’s big mahogany desk before looking back to meet his sapphire blues. They were filled with heat and desperate need. I could tell that he wanted me. My nipples hardened instantly, longing to be touched.
At the office? Seriously, get yourself in check, Cole. That’s so unprofessional.
We could never do it here.
“Surely, you don’t mean do it right now?” I questioned, horrorstruck and thrilled over the idea all at once.
He didn’t answer me, but leaned in closer. I began to pant softly as the pad of his thumb traced the outline of my lips.
“I love the heart shape of your upper lip, and the way your lower lip is fuller than the top. It’s pouty, always teasing me, taunting me to kiss you. I’ll be kissing these lips quite often, Selena.”
I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent. He smelled so good, a natural aphrodisiac that provoked my wild desire for him. I exhaled slowly and licked my dry lips.
“Is that a promise, Stone?” I breathed.
He groaned, cupped the back of my head, and sealed his lips over mine. His kiss was firm and demanding, yet perfect as always, with just the right amount of pressure. He tilted his head from one side to the next, deepening the kiss with his tongue. His strength of purpose provoked a tightening hunger in my core.
I reached my hands up to run them greedily through his silky waves, pulling his powerful frame in closer to me, causing my passion to build to a fanatical need for more. I distantly realized that we were no longer in a sitting position, but had managed to become horizontal on the loveseat, Justin’s body pressed down onto mine. Instinct had me scissor one leg around his hip. I arched my hips up against him, appreciating the feel of his manhood through our clothing. I kissed him back with a fierce urgency, wanting him desperately without regard to our surroundings.
But then I remembered Laura was just down the hall, her severe scowl popping uninvited into my brain.
“Justin, wait! We can’t,” I started, pushing against his chest. “What if Laura comes in?”
“Hmmm…she won’t. She knows better,” he said, moving his mouth down to nip at my neck.
“What is that supposed to mean? Do you do this sort of thing often?” I asked accusingly, wiggling my way out from under him and moving to a standing position.
He looked up at me through glazed eyes, hair sticking up all over, and his clothes disheveled. His tie had been loosened at the neck and his shirt was pulled free from the waistband of his pants. I couldn’t be sure if it had been him or me that ran amuck on his attire.
Damn, if he doesn’t look sexy like that…
“No, Selena. It means that I’m very busy and I don’t like disruptions,” he said, sounding exasperated. “She knows to either buzz my phone or knock first.”
I immediately chastised myself for always being so suspicious.
“Sorry – paranoia can get the best of me sometimes. I just got nervous that someone would catch us, that’s all,” I admitted, pushing aside the thought that I might not have been the first woman to be kissed on that couch.
He stood up and began tucking his shirt back into his pants. After his tie was straightened, he reached for me and pulled me against him.
“I’m the one that should apologize, but I can’t say that I’m all that sorry,” he murmured into my hair.
“What do you mean?”
“I shouldn’t have done that. At work. In the office. Believe it or not, I do hold myself accountable to a certain level of professionalism. I should have restrained myself, but I…” he hesitated. “It was all that talk. And you’re damn highlighters. I had to have just a little taste of you.”
“It’s okay. I kind of liked it,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder. He pulled back and studied me.
“Yeah, me too,” he thoughtfully agreed. He sounded somewhat surprised by that fact.
“What’s the matter, Stone? Did you break another one of your rules?” I asked, playfully slapping him on the arm.
“I did actually,” he admitted with a frown. “And if we keep this up, we’ll never get any work done. I still have a lot to go over with you today.”
Reluctantly, I removed my arms from his waist and took a step back.
“You’re right. So what’s the next order of business?” I asked, focusing on why I was here in the first place.
“For starters, you still need to sign the salary and benefit information.”
He went over to his desk and retrieved the folder that I had left there.
Taking the paperwork from him, I took a seat in front of his desk and got to work on reading over the necessary information. When I flipped to the second page, I let out a gasp of astonishment.
“Justin, this salary would feed a small country for a year. This is too much!”
“Well, that’s a first. I don’t usually have people tell me that I pay them too much,” he said with a laugh, taking a seat behind his desk. “Don’t sweat it, Selena. I can afford it.”
“If you say so,” I mumbled, perusing the rest of the documents. Everything looked to be in order, including the health insurance and 401k benefits that were neatly outlined in detail. Only the salary was over the top. I picked up a pen from the desk and began scrawling my signature over the required documents.
When I was finished, he handed me another folder.
“Your first assignment,” he told me. I peeked at the contents, anxious to see where I would begin.
“Wally’s?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes. The grocer needs help boosting their sales. This campaign is pro-bono, at least for now. I took a big risk with them, which is something I don’t normally do, but I think it will be extremely profitable in the long run. Make sure you do it justice.”
“Of course I will!” I exclaimed, eagerly looking through the information in front of me. The chance to help out Wally’s was exciting, but at the very least, it might help me move past the melancholy feelings that I had over leaving.
“Wally’s is personal to you. That alone will be beneficial. I’m confident that you’ll do well with it.”
I looked up, beaming at Justin for the opportunity, and saw him holding yet another folder out for me to take.
“What’s that?”
“Last folder, I promise,” he said, placing it in front of me. “This is my clean bill of health, as you required on your list. I don’t suppose that you scheduled a doctor appointment for yourself yet?”
Shit. I knew I was forgetting to do something.
I was mentally going through my schedule for the week, trying to figure out when I might be able to squeeze in the appointment, when I heard my phone buzzing in my purse.
“No, sorry. I didn’t schedule one. I meant to, but it slipped my mind,” I apologized absently while I dug through the contents of my purse in search of my cell.
“That’s what I thought, considering how this thing with us happened rather suddenly. I pulled your doctor’s contact info from your phone and took the liberty of scheduling an appointment for you. You’ll go on Thursday, ten in the morning.”
Too busy reading the incoming text, it took me a minute to process what he had said. Once it registered, I wasn’t sure if I had heard him correctly.
“Wait. You scheduled a gynecologist appointment for me?” I asked, completely aghast. I wasn’t sure if I should be pissed off or embarrassed.
“Don’t be mad, Selena. You set the stipulations, and I couldn’t agree more. Besides, I’m anxious to ditch the condoms. I want you cleared and on some sort of birth control so that I can feel that silky pussy of yours without any barriers,” he said huskily, unabashed arousal in his eyes.
Oh no, buddy.
His sexy eyes and suggestive wiles weren’t going to work. He had just crossed more lines than I could count, impeding on my privacy.
A woman’s gynecologist was supposed to be personal.
“You overstepped your bounds, Stone. My doctors are private. You had no right to do that,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Selena, do you really want to go a round about this? Because I don’t. You would have made the appointment anyways. So what if I did it for you? Think of it this way, we’ll have no worries come the weekend.”
“First of all, depending on the form of birth control that I choose, we may not be in the clear in time for the weekend. Second of all, you’re assuming that I’m going to spend the weekend with you.”
“I’m not assuming anything. I know you are. Just you and me, angel. Flesh on flesh. And your unconditional obedience,” he finished shamelessly.
Like I really needed another reminder of lesson number one.
I scowled at him.
Yes, we had an agreement, one that I was determined to meet. I had said that I would give him my submission, or at least try to, and I wasn’t the type of person to take failure lightly. I certainly wasn’t about to start now. Unfortunately, the pride I felt over maintaining my independence kept getting in the way. If this was going to work, I needed to loosen the reigns a little bit. However, I made note to make an entirely new list – one that outlined the definition of my supposed obedience.
Just take a step back, and give him some measure of control. At least for now. That’s all he really wants.
“Fine. You win this round. I’ll stay the weekend,” I said begrudgingly. “But in the future, I’d appreciate it if you allowed me to schedule my own appointments.”
“Fair enough, as long as you remember that it is my job as your Dom to take care of you – in all matters. I can see that’s going to be a struggle for you.”
“You think?” I sarcastically replied.
He got up from his seat behind the desk and came to stand behind me. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he began to massage, kneading small circles with his thumbs over my neck.
“In time, you’ll learn to understand how this works, Selena. In fact, once you learn your role, you’ll welcome it.”
“I don’t know about welcoming it, but I’ll try,” I said, softening under his miraculous hands. I might be able to withstand his crafty way with words for a time, but I was a pile of mush under his touch.
“I want an entire weekend with you tied up and naked,” he said, leaning down to nibble on my ear.
“Mmm…actually, since we’re talking about the weekend, do you have any particular plans for Friday night?” I asked, tilting my head to the side so that he could sample his way down my neck.
“I have several plans, many of which include you tied to my bed.”
“Stop it,” I lightheartedly scolded. “You really are the devil! I’m being serious now.”
“Me too. I want to start checking off all the things that you highlighted green on your little list,” he added suggestively, hands moving down to cup my breasts.
“Justin!” I shrugged his hands off. “I’m not kidding around. Melanie, a girl I work with, just text me. A few people at work are planning a get together at Murphy’s Pub on Friday. It’s sort of a good-bye party for me.”
I looked up at him, only to see that his eyes had darkened.
“Murphy’s? I don’t think so, Selena. But you should go to it. Hale can drive you there and then pick you up after if you’d like.”
“Why don’t you want to come? It will be fun,” I tried to persuade him. I was curious about the strange expression on his face. “Don’t you like Murphy’s?”
“I just don’t fit in well at parties.”
“Please,” I pouted. He frowned at me.
“We’ll see. As for now, I’m starving. Let’s go grab some dinner,” he said, moving around the desk to grab his suit coat.
“Um…sure. Where do you want to go?” It was pretty clear that he was trying to change the subject, and I was interested as to why.
“Do you like Thai?”
As if on cue, my stomach growled at the mention of one of my favorite foods, reminding me that I had skipped lunch.
All right, you get a pass this time. My hungry belly is calling to me.
“That sounds so good right now and I haven’t had Thai in ages.”
“Then Thai it is. We’ll get takeout and bring it to my place. Then we can start on your list,” he added, flashing me a sexy lopsided smile.
“You want to start checking things off right away, do you?”
“We could jump right to the yellow highlighted things,” he suggested.
“You’re too much,” I said, shaking my head. My stomach rumbled again. “Food first, then we’ll see where the night takes us.”
“Oh, don’t worry Miss Cole. I plan on taking you to many places tonight.”
I could only hope that I was up for the challenge.
Justin dumped the bags of takeout on the dining room table.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to round up some utensils and plates,” he told me, heading towards the kitchen.
I kicked off my shoes and went to work on emptying the contents of the Thai takeout. When I opened the container of red chicken curry, steam wafted from the entrée, causing my mouth to water. I dipped my finger into the sauce to have a taste.
“You’re still dressed,” Justin said from behind me, causing me to jump out of my skin. I guiltily sucked the remaining sauce off my finger.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked confused at first, but then I understood his meaning. When he told me to make myself comfortable, it was really a guise for wanting me to strip. “You didn’t actually expect me to be naked while we eat, did you?”
“I said always, Selena.”
“Sorry, Stone. A girl has to eat. I need substance before I can begin your shenanigans.”
“You agreed to try,” he pointed out.
He looked frustrated with me for not cooperating. I wasn’t confident that I could actually bring myself to eat dinner without any clothes, naked under his scrutinizing gaze.
Oh, to hell with it.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen every part of me.
“Fine,” I spat out, aggravated because I was famished. “Where should I go to prepare myself to your liking?”
He frowned at me, his impatience abundantly clear.
“It’s not supposed to work like this, Selena.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “Forget it. Just sit and eat.”
He hastily sat in a chair and began ripping through the remaining contents of the takeout bag. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that this was Justin’s version of a temper tantrum. I ignored him, too hungry to care, and dug into my food. The silence stretched on for a good ten minutes before he finally spoke.
“You’re a pain in the ass. Do you know that?”
“So I’ve been told from time to time. But in my defense, I did warn you that I’d be too much work for you. This is all new to me. I didn’t know that you literally meant always naked. That’s just not realistic. Either way, had I known, I would have mentally and physically prepared myself for it. I’d want a minute to freshen up before you jump on me.”
“Jump on you? Is that what I do?” Justin asked, amusement alight in his eyes.
I merely smiled in return before taking another forkful of the curry.
“So, I was thinking about a few things earlier today,” I started.
“Uh, oh,” he feared mockingly.
“Cut it out,” I said. I balled up my napkin and threw it at him. “I was thinking about how I know pretty much nothing about you. I mean, my original thought was to keep personal details out of this, but it makes it tough to have a meaningful conversation, at least one not based around sex.”
He smirked at me.
“I don’t have any issues with our topics of discussion. Do you?”
“Not at all, but you know all sorts of stuff about me. I think it’s only fair that you give me a little something in return.”
“What do you want to know?” he asked, albeit cautiously.
“Well, I told you about where I grew up. What about you?”
“I already told you that I lived in New York my whole life,” he told me, evading specifics and shifting his gaze back to his plate.
“Details please, Justin. It’s like pulling teeth with you sometimes,” I muttered.
He silently chewed his food, eyes weary. I could almost see the struggle inside of him. Seeming to come to a decision, he put down his fork and leaned back in his chair.
“You know that I have a sister named Justine. Our childhood was spent in a run down house in the Bronx. Definitely not a good neighborhood for kids, that’s for sure. But we survived. We lived there until I was fifteen, and then we moved in with my grandparents.”
My fork froze midway to my mouth, shocked that he had willingly divulged so much in just a few sentences, although he had barely said a thing. For me, it was like he had opened up Pandora’s box, causing a million and one thoughts to twist around in my mind. I had trouble deciding which question to ask next.
“Why did you move in with your grandparents?”
“Now that, my sweet angel, is the million dollar question. One that I’m not going to answer. My parents are off limits, remember?”
“Okay,” I acceded. I didn’t want to risk pushing him too far. I wanted him to keep talking. “Are your grandparents a safe topic?”
His face noticeably softened then, revealing a small smile.
“I can tell you about them. They were good people. My grandmother was a very kind woman. Not a nasty bone in her body. My grandfather was a stubborn Englishman, but he had a tender heart, and he loved my grandmother fiercely. I’ve never witnessed such devotion between any other couple.”
“That’s so sweet,” I awed, smiling at his brief synopsis. My bitter heart softened a bit. It was nice to know that it was possible, at least for some people, to live a life surrounded by the coveted white picket fence. But then again, his grandparents were from a different generation, from a time when commitment actually meant something. It was a shame knowing that the world had changed so much.
“When my grandfather passed away, my grandmother was never quite the same after. She died in her sleep a few months after his passing. My sister says that she died of a broken heart.”
“How long ago did they die?”
“A little over ten years ago. I was in college. I wouldn’t have what I have now if it wasn’t for them.”
“Were they well off?” I asked, assuming he was referring to his wealth at such a young age.
“Not so much, but my grandfather was a smart investor. That, combined with a substantial life insurance policy, my sister and I inherited a decent chunk of change. My sisters ex-husband gambled hers away,” he told me, his face momentarily turning into a scowl. “As for me, I bought my first apartment building when I was twenty-one. After six months, it paid for itself, and I found that I had a knack for scoping out profitable real estate. I bought a second building later that year. The rest, as they say, is history.”
“You’re either extremely fortunate, or brilliant,” I remarked after he finished his tale. I was awestruck by how easily he was able to obtain his fortune.
“I’d like to think both,” he surmised with clever eyes, his mouth tilting up in a sexy lopsided grin. “Real estate is like a game of chess. You need to be able to read your opponent and know how to achieve checkmate. I’m good at winning, Selena. And I always get what I want.”
“Apparently, you do,” I agreed, choosing to ignore his double meaning. I didn’t want to acknowledge how quickly I surrendered in this complex game of strategy.
“You’ve finished your dinner.”
“I have,” I agreed, eyeing him curiously.
“At the risk of sounding cliché, I’m ready for dessert. You can use the bathroom off of my bedroom to freshen up before I jump on you, as you so aptly put it earlier. But, when you’re finished, I expect you to come out of the bathroom naked.”
My stomach constricted nervously. I should have seen this coming. His body language had changed a few moments before, and his statement about winning had been a subtle clue as to where his mind was headed. So caught up in the story about his grandparents, I had forgotten about how he expected me to sport my birthday suit at the dinner table.
A mischievous glint flashed in his eyes, before evolving into something deeper. Darker. I knew in an instant that Justin would not hold back tonight.
He was going to test my limits.
“Okay…” I said, my voice coming out shaky. “Do you want me to come back out here? To the dining room?”
Naked.
“No, you can stay in the bedroom. Do you remember the submissive position that I told you about?”
“Yes.”
“That’s how I want to find you, Selena. On your knees.”
Collecting my courage, I swallowed the lump in my throat and I stood from the table.
“I’ll go get ready. Give me a few minutes, okay?”
“Take all the time you need, angel.”
I made my way to the bedroom and into the bathroom. The walk seemed torturously long, as my feet felt like they had lead weights attached to them.
When I entered the dark master bath, the only thing that I could see at first was the marble countertop that gleamed under the moonlight that flooded in through the skylights.
I flipped on the light switch. It was no shock to see how impeccable the space was. There was not a thing out of place. No toothpaste smudges in the sink, not a speck of dust on the mirror. With its massive walk in shower and whirlpool tub large enough to fit a small army, it was like I had walked into a modern day Roman bath. I half expected a servant to come scurrying from some hidden corner and offer me grapes and a robe.
If only I could be afforded the luxury of a robe right now…
I unfastened the button of my pants and began to undress. I folded my clothes at a painstakingly slow pace, trying to buy more time. Once they were folded, I laid the pile carefully on the counter, and then turned to face the large oval vanity mirror.
I took in my reflection. Like all girls do, I began to critique the imperfections of my body. When my gaze eventually traveled up to my face, I froze. I looked terrified.
Naked and kneeling. That how he wants me.
I struggled to erase the fear in my eyes, as I smoothed out my unruly hair back into a ponytail. I was afraid for so many reasons. It wasn’t sex that scared me – after all, it’s not like this would be our first time together. I already conquered that challenge. I was petrified of putting myself on display for Justin.
What if I did it wrong? What if he pushed me too far?
I worried that I’d have to use my safe word. The fear of disappointing him consumed me.
Digging around in one of the vanity draws, I located a tube of toothpaste. Using my finger, I brushed my teeth the best that I could. I took extra care to wipe out the sink, leaving it just as spotless as I had found it.
Then I looked in the mirror again. I didn’t look quite as terrified as I did a few moments earlier. I couldn’t stall any longer.
Committed to getting the first wave of awkwardness out of the way, I exited the bathroom. There was no sign of Justin. However, he must have been in the bedroom while I had been undressing. The lighting had been adjusted to cast a muted glow about the room. Music filled the space, a dark vibe filled with raw emotion that was hauntingly beautiful. An assortment of objects had been placed on the edge of the bed, as well. One of them I recognized as the flogger. My breath hitched upon laying eyes on it, and my heart attempted to beat a hole through my chest.
The angel that had been conspicuously absent came to the forefront of my mind once again, reminding me that it was not too late to back out of this. I dismissed her warnings with surprising ease, and gave myself a pep talk.
I can do this! Don’t be such a scaredy-cat!
I inhaled a lungful of air to steady my racing pulse. Walking to the center of the room, I kneeled down into the instructed position. Thighs spread, palms to the ceiling.
I stayed like that for what seemed like ages, but was realistically only a few minutes, before Justin finally entered the room. My skin instantly flushed, threatening to break out in a cold sweat at any moment.
He paused in the doorway, eyes filled with appreciation when he saw me. His approval made me relax a bit, and I gradually exhaled the air that I’d been holding.
He moved towards me, making a slow circle around where I was kneeling, sizing me up.
“You look beautiful like this. You’re like an angel. My angel,” he said, stopping in front of where I was kneeling. Using his foot, he nudged my thighs further apart. “Tell me your safeword.”
“Sapphire,” I blurted out automatically.
Like I would forget it.
That word was my only protection in this little adventure into kink.
“Remember to use it if you feel like you’re being pushed too far. But you need to trust that I’ll know your limitations. If you use your safeword too soon, the mood will be broken and everything stops. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
He leaned down to skim his fingers softly along my jaw. My entire body came alive with pleasure at his touch.
Continuing on their path, those same fingers reached down and latched on to one of my nipples. My breath caught in my throat and my head lolled to the side, as I enjoyed the sensation of him twisting and squeezing the hard nub.
He squatted down further, until we were almost eye level, and his other hand moved slowly down my belly until he reached my sweet spot. His finger worked through my folds, lightly grazing over my clit. Electricity flowed through me, causing every nerve ending in my body to stand at attention. He teased me for a minute or so, before pushing two fingers partially inside of me.
“Oh, angel. I can feel how wet you are already,” he said, voice edged with arousal. “But you’re not allowed to come until I say so. Understand?”
I nodded my response, trying to decide if I should be proud or embarrassed by how quickly I was turned on. We hadn’t even done anything yet, and I was dripping.
He pushed his fingers deeper inside of me, making a circular motion around my walls, while his other hand continued to pinch and pull at one of my nipples. Plumping my breast in his hand, he captured one hard point between teeth.
I moaned, fighting the instinct to cry out, as he relentlessly worked me closer to the breaking point. I didn’t want to lose control yet – not this soon. Regardless if he wanted me to come or not, I wanted to savor this sensation for as long as possible. But everywhere he touched left a trail of fire, making it impossible for me to control my own body.
“Justin, you have to stop. I – I’m…” I faltered over my words, my breath hitching as he increased the pulsing motion of his fingers. “I’m so close. I don’t know if I can hold back.”
But he continued his rhythm, hands and mouth torturing me by keeping me right on the edge. His proficiency at knowing how to keep me there was mind-blowing. I wanted to scream out and absently found myself wishing that Justin had gagged me.
Eventually, he slowed his pace, and removed his hands and mouth from my body. My shoulders dropped, sagging from pure pent up frustration.
“You’re ready for me. I could feel your pussy clenching around my fingers,” he murmured into my ear.
“I want you, Justin. Desperately,” I breathed, tilting my head back to invite his mouth to sample my neck.
“All in good time, angel. I have other plans for you first,” he told me, pushing himself up to his feet. “Stand up. I want you on the bed, assuming the same position.”
He held his hand out and pulled me up from the floor. Guiding my way, Justin led me over to the black satin covered bed. I crawled over the cool spread and positioned myself the way that he had instructed.
Climbing up onto the bed next to me, Justin leaned in to take one of my nipples between his teeth. He pulled back and blew, causing the already erect peak to pucker into a hard point. I sucked in a breath sharply. Squeezing it firmly between his fingers, he reached into his pocket and produced what looked to be a small and round metal clamp of some sort.
“Justin, what –.”
“Shhh,” he silenced me. “Be patient. You’ll like this.”
He moved meticulously, placing the circular clamp around my areola, and cranking its clasp tight so that it stayed firmly in place. The clamp was cold to the touch, only serving to enhance the rigidity of my nipple. He repeated the process with my other breast, each motion intensifying the volatile pulse between my legs. I had never been more turned on in my entire life.
After both clamps were firmly secured, he moved off the bed and began to undress. Once he was completely in the flesh, I found myself staring at him in awe. I had seen him naked before, but never quite without an unobstructed view.
Now here he stood before me, in all his glory, the perfect specimen of everything a girl could ever fantasize about. From his dark silky waves, flashing eyes, and perfectly chiseled jawline; to the contours of his honed shoulder muscles and washboard abs, highlighted by the shadows in the room, coming to a V just above his pelvis. He was the flawless male that any Renaissance sculptor would have died for. The sight of him naked made my mouth water.
“I want you on your hands and knees, Selena,” he said huskily, and I reluctantly tore my eyes away from his impeccable form. “I want to see that beautiful ass of yours in the air.”
I rolled over onto my hands and knees, feeling extremely self-conscious in the vulnerable position.
A few seconds later, his hands were on me once again, molding and kneading my behind. Moving at a leisurely pace, his hands and mouth worked their way up my spine, causing a shiver of goose bumps to dance over my flesh. I could feel his hard erection pressing into my thighs.
“I could rub my hands and lips over you all night. I love your body, the way it feels beneath my hands, the way it responds to my touch…you drive me wild, Selena.”
He worked his way back down, teeth lightly nipping my skin all the way to my behind. I desperately ached for him, for the release that that I had been craving, and my body hummed from the way he so reverently worshipped me. I no longer just felt alive, as that expression seemed too blasé for how I actually felt. I was phenomenal in the supernatural sense – like I could be anything he wanted me to be, do anything he wanted me to do.
“Justin, I don’t want to wait anymore…just take me!” At my plea, he pulled away. I arched, opening myself to him, just waiting to be filled.
“You need to tell me if you’re not ready for this, Angel. I didn’t want to rush you into this too fast, but I can’t keep holding back. Are you sure that you can take it?”
“Please, I’ll do anything!” I cried out. I surrendered fully, not caring about anything other than satisfying my burning need. So lost in my own excitement, I hadn’t even realized that he had the flogger in his hand.
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