“Now what?” he eventuallyasks.
“Uh, right. First rule, I want you to keep the talking to a minimum. You’re right. One-on-one you seem to be terrible with women that you at least have some sort of attraction to. I think we can have a lot of fun tonight, but this is going to take years if you're talking. I can gag you if you think it's gonna be aproblem.”
“Can I respond to that? Or are we talking no words atall?”
“If you have a question, I want you to think very carefully before you ask it, and I’d prefer if you kept the general comments toyourself.”
“I—okay. What would you like me to donow?”
“I want you to go take a shower and I want you to wash very carefully under your nails. I know you washed your hands before we had dinner, but I want to make sure your fingers areclean.”
“Youplan—”
I raise my fingers in a closing motion. “Uh!” There's no real question coming. He just can't helphimself.
“Sorry. I’ll just go take that showernow.”
“Good. Thank you.” I watch him as he walks past me into the bathroom. His bare ass is amazing. I know part of it is genetics, but there is definitely something to be said about a hard-working man who knows how to lift with hislegs.
While he’s in the shower I consider getting undressed, but I just remove my underwear instead. I know how the sundress I’m wearing makes my breasts and my ass look. I’m sure he wants to see me naked, but I’m going to make him wait. I’ll make it a reward of sorts if we can get through tonight with minimalinterruptions.
I check my phone and drop the girls a quick text, telling them I’m fine and that I love them. I see Noa responding when I hear the shower shut off. I stash my phone on its charger andwait.
Eventually Silas comes walking out of the bathroom, bringing a cloud of steam with him. The sight of his damp body is downright pornographic, but I keep that to myself. I notice his erection has gone down as he towels off. I sit on the edge of the bed and watch him as he grabs a huge pump bottle of SPF lotion and starts slathering it all over his face andarms.
“I like to combat dry skin and sundamage.”
“No, by all means. Go on,” I say. I might as well lay on the bed with my chin cupped in my hands as I take this whole showin.
“Ready,” he says after he rubs the excess lotion on his hands down his muscular thighs. My eyes travel to his dick again in the dim lamplight.
“Did you come in the shower?” Iask.
“I thought about it, but no. It just—I was thinking so much about not coming so I could perform, I kinda killedit.”
“That’s fine. I don’t think getting you hard again is going to be a problem. Come here.” He comes over to me as I stand and I don't resist the urge to touch his chest. I look up into his eyes as I gently run my fingertip over his nipple. His hands come to my sides and I feel him gathering up my skirt. I lightly slap his hand away as I shake myhead.
“Nuh uh. No touching unless I say so. Do you need me to go over the rulesagain?”
“You didn’t —No,ma’am.”
“I don’t like the sounds of ‘ma’am’. We’ll have to think of something else, but Ebie will do for now. Lie down on yourback.”
Surprisingly he follows that order with no comment. He stretches out in the middle of the bed with his legs slightly open. “I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard with these neck ties. Is thatokay?”
He swallows and I see a vein starting to stick out in his forehead, but I also see the evidence of the blood rushing back to his cock as he thinks my request over. Finally he nods and raises his hands over his head. His arms are so long he overestimates just how much room he has and smacks his wrists on the spindles. He’snervous.
“Shit.”
“Here,” I say as I climb on the bed and straddle his chest. I gently take his right arm and lower it near his head then loop one of the neck ties around his wrist. Then I secure the rest of the satin fabric to the headboard. I do the same with the other wrist then I look down at him. His eyes are closed. I watch him for a few moments. I watch the way his throat moves. I look at that vein in his forehead and resist the urge to run my fingers over it. I listen to his breathing. He’s not breathing hard enough for me to hear it over the white noise of the air conditioner and the relentless rain, but his adrenaline is definitely pumping. He’sready.
“Silas,” I say quietly. He opens his eyes, like he doesn’t realize he was keeping them shut. “I want you to watchme.”
He eyes scan my face before he lets out a harsh, “Okay.”
I slide down the bed and reach for the box of condoms. I could draw this out and torture us both, but I really need to come and I have no idea how long Silas will last. If we have time, if we have another day and another night, I can really test his limits, but for now I have to give us both what we need. I tear open the flap in the end of the box and rip condom of the end of its little stacked strip. I quickly get him sheathed up then straddle himagain.
“How are we doing?” I ask him as I reach between my legs. His eyes are intent on what my hand is doing under my skirt, but he manages to spit out ananswer.