Chasing us, p.15
Chasing Us, page 15
Brandon reached for me again, but I slapped his hands away. “Nope. I have something planned for you tonight,” I said, my voice low and seductive.
I’m not sure who was surprised more; Brandon or me, but I was damn sure we both liked it.
“Okay,” Brandon breathed as he lay down flat on the bed. I could see how hard he was for me and I almost ran inside the bathroom where I left part of my surprise. The other part was in a small black bag beside the bed.
Once inside the bathroom, I called out to Brandon. “Hey, I left something for you beside the bed. It is in a small black bag. Open it up,” I demanded as I slipped the rest of my clothes off.
Shimmying into a see-through, all black bra and matching thong, I checked myself in the mirror. I pulled my hair back into a high bun, just the way he liked it. After purchasing my lace dress and cowboy boots, I had spotted a lingerie store and Jamie’s words once again attacked me. I knew I wasn’t hot or as sexual as I wanted to be, but the fear of losing Brandon took over and I decided to step inside the store and outside of my comfort zone. With Kylie on FaceTime, she had helped me purchase the perfect items to spice up my night with Brandon. I left the store with the revealing outfit I was wearing now, a black whip, a pair of black handcuffs, and ball gag. I knew I would be pushing myself tonight, but for Brandon, I would do anything. And I wanted and needed to keep him.
Opening the bathroom door, I looked around and was relieved when the only light in the room was filtering through the window. The moonlight had cast a spotlight on Brandon, who was sitting up now, his clothes long gone and the handcuffs and ball gag I had left in the bag, were now secured in his hands. His face was full of a bright smile that told me he was more than pleased with my gift.
As I strode over to him, I made sure to sway my hips and slide the whip up and down my thigh. Seeing this, Brandon’s mouth gaped open and almost hit the floor.
“Hell yes,” Brandon exclaimed as he took in my outfit. “You look like a feisty little kitten in that outfit,” he said, his words practically licking me up and down.
Pointing the whip at him, I allowed the tip of it to gently rub down his neck and to his tight stomach and then finally to his hard-on which was saluting me. “Sit down,” I demanded as I watched him carefully. I kept my stance strong and powerful even though I was trembling on the inside. I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would ever have the courage to be the girl to take control in the bedroom, nor had I ever felt sexy enough to reveal this side of myself to another man. But, Brandon brought out something in me that made me want to be that girl.
Following his orders, Brandon sat back down on the bed and smiled at me like he was seeing a ghost, but a sexy ghost who was about to rock his fucking world.
Climbing on the bed beside him, I took to my knees and held my hands out with my wrists together. Realizing what I was motioning for, Brandon slipped the cuffs on my wrists and snapped them shut. He gently placed the silver key on the bedside table before quickly turning back to me.
Sucking in a deep breath, I handed him the whip and showed him that I was now submitting to him. Brandon and I had been friends for years and that meant he had been privy to the very boring non-sex life Jamie and I had. It was no secret; Jamie preferred to just get himself off with no care of how to please me. So now, that I was giving him the opportunity to do things no man had ever done to me, I wanted him to see how much I wanted him. I knew I could be bossy and stubborn in our everyday lives, but here, in this intimate moment, I wanted nothing more than to be submissive and completely taken by Brandon.
Brandon’s eyes continued to grow wild with need as he happily accepted the gift. “Are you sure?” he asked, as he observed my face. I could tell he was searching to make sure I was fine with the acts we were about to perform.
“Yes,” I breathed, making sure he understood that I had thought about this moment. A lot.
“I want to do this; trust me this is every man’s dream. But, I don’t want to do anything you are not ready for. This could get intense and I’m afraid once I get started, I won’t be able to control myself.” His eyes were smoldering me with the heat radiating off of him.
Smiling, I bit my lip and nodded my head yes. “Brandon, I have never done anything like this before.” Sighing, I found the courage to speak the words that had been haunting my brain for so long. “But, I want this more than anything with you. I have fantasized about you, I have craved your power. I have yearned for your control. I have never been someone who has allowed someone to completely own them the way I want you to own me.”
Brandon’s eyes landed on me like he was seeing me, truly seeing me, for the first time. As I continued, my heart pounded deep inside my chest and I swear Brandon could hear the drumming.
“Yes, I allowed my parents and even Jamie at times to make decisions for me, but they never owned my heart, my soul, or my dreams the way you do. Something about the idea of you taking me as yours in the bedroom turns me on and makes me want you more than I can explain. If I wasn’t ready for this, I wouldn’t have spent my afternoon searching for and buying the very items I have dreamed of you using on me.”
As I spoke, a fire burned in Brandon’s eyes and his body shook with need. A seductive smile appeared on his face as he listened to me speak. Never have I been so honest with anyone before. This girl that I was becoming, was the complete opposite of the Leigh everyone else knew. The old Leigh wouldn’t have dared to speak such honesty. She wouldn’t have been brave enough to buy sex toys or even allow someone else to have that much control and faith to use them on her. And that girl wouldn’t have craved someone to take control of her.
“I have wanted to claim you in every way imaginable since the first day I laid eyes on you. I want to dominate you. To grab your sexy little body and love you and control you to prove you are mine. You are so hot and the idea that I can be inside of you and throw you around this bed while spanking you and placing you in my grasp, is something I could never ask for, but at the same time, have wanted forever. These dreams and fantasies I have had, have literally driven me insane for years, and now, that you are allowing me to make you mine and to trust me with this type of control, both makes me love you so much more and drives me crazy.”
Brandon’s lips were tempting me as he quickly licked them as he continued to soak me in. I could feel the need for him grow as my body began to throb and ache with a powerful need. Moving closer to me, Brandon wrapped his arms around my waist and then flipped me over so that I was no longer sitting up looking at him. Brandon pushed me down so that I was now on my hands and knees, my back to him. Turning back to face him, I saw Brandon slide his hands over the whip and the act alone almost made me reach my climax. Biting my lip, I fought the urge to scream with pleasure and need. His tight muscles were pulsating as he moved his hands along the black edge, his eyes burning a hole straight through my soul.
Brandon had never been rough with me before, but there was something so erotic and hot about how he was preparing to take charge of me. I felt his hands run over the thin lace thong before he ripped it off of me. Biting my butt, Brandon growled as he took the whip and slapped me once on the backside. The impact of the tight leather on my ass caused me to yelp, but not in pain. The burning was pleasurable and made me want more.
I looked back at him, biting my lip and showing him I was not in pain and that I wanted and craved more. A low moan escaped my lips as my body begged him for more. Seeing the spark in my eyes, Brandon hit me again, this time the sting caused my insides to tighten and my sex to shake. Reaching into the bag again, Brandon pulled out the ball gag. Nodding my head yes, I told him with my eyes that I was ready for this part of our night. Slipping the black strap around my head, Brandon placed the red ball attached to the strap near my lips.
Sticking out my tongue, I licked the red ball in the same motion I had used the night before as I pleasured Brandon’s cock. Growling, Brandon hovered over me as he slowly placed the ball inside of my mouth. He kissed my cheeks and then moved down my neck and to my breasts. With one hand cupping my sex, Brandon caressed my breasts as he placed kisses all over my body.
I bit down on the ball, the pleasure and excitement of the moment were almost too much for me to control. I moaned for more as Brandon’s lips and hands teased and taunted me. Right as I felt like I couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, Brandon picked the whip back up and smacked my ass hard.
Even if I wanted to revolt against the whip, I couldn’t. The handcuffs bound my hands and I was a slave to Brandon. My mouth tried to scream, but again, I couldn’t because I was bound and gagged in the best way possible. I watched as with each smack of the whip, Brandon’s desire for me grew and grew until he could barely contain himself anymore. Tired of the foreplay, he threw the whip down onto the bed and thrust himself inside of me.
I tried to scream out with pleasure, but I couldn’t and knowing I was unable too, caused me to reach my climax instantly. Even though I know he felt the wetness of my release, Brandon continued to push in and out of me with force. With each movement, I could feel myself growing and mounting for my next release.
Brandon was in control. He was strong and dominating. However, even with my hands bound, my mouth gagged, and my ass sore from my whippings, I still felt loved and safe. I knew Brandon was enjoying his power but was paying careful attention to my body and its movements. Not once did he get out of control or hit me harder than desired. It was like we were in tune with one another and he knew all of the pleasure points that drove me absolutely insane. With one last thrust, Brandon finally began to climb for his release. Flipping me over, Brandon placed me on my back as he mounted himself on top of me. Grabbing his cock in his hands, he began to explode, his cum spraying all over my chest and stomach. This was his last stop in proving he owned my body.
He collapsed onto the bed, panting and out of breath. Rolling off of me, Brandon unsnapped the ball gag and unlocked my handcuffs. My wrists were sore but I didn’t mind. I was happy and pleasured and in love. Watching him, Brandon ran to the bathroom where he returned with a towel. Tenderly, he cleaned off my chest and stomach as he removed the remains of our lovemaking from my body. When he was done, he threw the towel to the ground.
Turning to face me, Brandon pushed a stray hair away from my face. “That was amazing, baby.”
“Did you like everything?” I asked, the unsure part of me making its appearance again.
“Are you kidding? That was the best sex of my life! I can’t believe you let me do all of those things to you. You were someone different tonight. You were someone spunky, brave, and confident. I liked that girl, and I want to see her more often. But only if you are ok with it.”
I watched him carefully. I agreed with him. I, too, liked the girl I was tonight. She was someone who didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought and was sexual in a way that turned me on.
“I liked being that girl tonight. I can’t promise every time will be like that, but I will try,” I said, hoping Brandon was satisfied with both the sex and with me.
“Baby, that was beyond anything I could have ever imagined. If that is a one-time thing, then that is awesome too. You really shocked me tonight. Seeing you come out of that bathroom dressed like a little vixen with the whip, finding the toys, and then getting the opportunity to go and record a demo has made today one of the best days of my life.”
Deep inside of me, I felt my heart beating so fast it almost jumped right out of my chest. Brandon loved me and wanted me. Jamie’s words no longer had any bearing on my life. He had called to mess with me, to make me feel inadequate and inferior. That was his mind control and I refused to allow him to control me anymore.
“I love you,” I breathed as I watched the moonlight cascade over Brandon’s entire body. In this light, he looked like an absolute god. “I’m glad tonight was great for you.”
“I love you too,” Brandon said as he placed a kiss on my lips. “Don’t you want to know which night was the best of my life?”
Confused, I arched my brows at him. I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention to his words the first time. “Sure.”
“The best night of my life was the first night I met you. I still remember you walking into the bar when we had the sixteen and older night. You were so beautiful and so innocent looking. I didn’t know whether to grab you and kiss you or grab you and make you leave. You seemed too pure to be someplace like that,” Brandon smiled, remembering the night. “Anyway, you came and asked me for a water and I could barely talk to you. I wanted to ask you your name, to ask you out, but then Jamie showed up and he was much braver than I was. I watched him approach you and I saw how you smiled when he talked to you. I knew I had missed my opportunity, but I never stopped watching you and the feeling you gave me that night never went away.”
My breath stopped and I swear the Earth stopped spinning. I too remembered that night, which seemed like a hundred years ago. I also remembered seeing Brandon’s face and not being able to function. It took my friend Leslie to push me to just walk up to the bar and stupid me could only ask for a drink of water. Brandon had seemed so distant that I knew he wouldn't be interested in me. I was sixteen and he was eighteen. He was gorgeous and had this rock star, bad-boy appeal that drove me and every other girl in the club crazy. I knew I couldn’t compete with any of the other girls and besides, I thought he wasn’t into me. Then, Jamie had walked up to me and said all of the right things to make me swoon like an idiot. If I had known how Brandon had felt, I would have found the courage to talk to him and to tell Jamie to piss off.
Rolling over again, I climbed back on top of Brandon and straddled him. “You know what? The best night of my life, other than tonight, was that same night. I saw you then and I see you now,” I said before leaning down and crushing my lips to his.
Taking me once again, I allowed Brandon to slide inside of me as I took control this time, riding him to our next level of high before he flipped me over and slipped between my legs as I watched the moonlight dance upon the ceiling. That night, I fell asleep wrapped in Brandon’s arms. All fears and insecurities that once laced my brain, and held me captive were thrown away.
Chapter 15
Two days later, Brandon and I found ourselves growing tired of driving. After our wild night, we hadn’t talked at all about the change of our sex life. In fact, we went on with life like normal. After packing up, we headed further west toward California, which would be the last stop of our trip. So much of our trip had been spent checking clocks and making sure we followed our schedule. Sitting once again in the passenger seat of the car, the music played softly from the radio as Brandon drove. Sometimes, our time in the car was my favorite time spent with Brandon. It was our time to be silly and remind ourselves that we were young and carefree. We didn’t have to think about our looming futures and the possibilities that our dreams may just be figments of our imaginations.
“What are you thinking about?” Brandon asked as he glanced at me.
Smiling, I shook my head as I laughed to myself. That was another change in our relationship. It seemed like Brandon could read my mind now, we had grown so close and I couldn’t help but think it funny now that we were so in tune with one another.
“I was just thinking about how much I love our time in the car,” I admitted.
A wide grin spreading across his face, Brandon laughed to himself. “Yeah, I think other than our time in bed, I really like driving with you.”
We were on a very plain and uneventful stretch of highway and there really wasn’t much to see. “This is such a boring view,” I admitted. “It would be cool to see something.”
“How about we stop at the first roadside attraction we see,” Brandon suggested, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
Shaking my head, I laughed this time out loud. “No, that is how horror movies begin,” I joked. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to get chased by some maniac with a chainsaw.”
“You are crazy, that stuff doesn’t really happen,” Brandon teased. “Next sign, I am stopping.”
I knew there was no use in arguing. He was going to take us to the first attraction we would see even if we ended up chopped up into a million pieces.
I was growing tired as I carefully watched for a sign indicating we were near a town or area for tourists. I had even grown excited thinking maybe there wouldn’t be anything to see until we reached L.A.
“Look,” Brandon yelled as he pointed out the window. “There’s a sign right there.”
Looking in the direction he was pointing, a large weathered sign stood off the side of the road. In big bold white letters read RATTLE SNAKE FARM. HOME OF THE BIGGEST COLLECTION OF RATTLE SNAKES IN THE WEST!
Gasping, I just about fainted. I hate snakes. “Hell no,” I yelled.
“Too bad, you agreed,” Brandon said as he put on his blinker and veered toward the exit way leading to the snake infested attraction.
I closed my eyes until I finally felt the car roll to a stop. I couldn’t believe Brandon was going to take me some place disgusting like that.
When I opened my eyes, I knew that I was in a horror film. The building was a rundown square space that had only two small windows looking inside. The same sign as we saw on the roadside was also written in front of the building. Other than our car, we only saw one other car in the dirt parking lot.
Stepping out of the car, Brandon opened my car door for me and then walked to the front of the car where he patiently waited for me. After a few minutes, I swallowed my fear and got out of the car. As we walked inside the building, an older man with a leather hat approached us.
“Welcome,” he said. “What brings you all in today?” he asked, a big smile appearing on his toothless mouth.
Smiling, Brandon looked at me before answering. I knew he loved this. I was dying inside, and he was enjoying my fear. “We thought it would be fun to check out your collection of rattlesnakes,” he said, trying to hold back his own laughter.
