All You Have To Say Is 'Stop'

Chapter Three…Combined POV

Three weeks later

Heather and Gil had spent every free moment together, which usually meant they had breakfast together most mornings after their respective work was done. Heather had convinced him to go see a show with her and after much negotiating; he had taken her on a roller coaster. She had been amused to find out that he had just finished riding Insanity the day she had literally run into him rather than some sexual assignation like she had initially assumed. Their time together had been almost childlike, it was…sweet.

Heather had finished packing her overnight bag and was now packing what she had coined her ‘toy bag’. It was 1100 PM on Sunday night and they were going out of town to an alternative bed and breakfast inn that Heather had been to a couple of times before. They were actually going to stay both nights and Heather was certain more would come to pass than the chaste kisses they had exchanged so far.

Gil arrived promptly at 1230 AM and his hair was still damp from the shower he had taken right after his shift. As they loaded her bags into his car, Heather noticed that he had two bags as well and one of them had a very sturdy lock on it.

“I thought I would bring a few surprises along,” he said, noticing her looking at the bag.

Heather smiled at him, “Don’t worry, so did I,” she said with a teasing note in her voice. Gil laughed and a warm feeling of contentment came over him. He noticed a look of uncertainty in her eyes and when they were in the car he reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

The two hour ride passed quickly as they chatted about their work, their families and what they were reading. She had finished her book of Frost poetry and many of the passages were now underlined. He had started to read a biography on Marie Curie.

They checked into the establishment and entered their room.

In the room there was an awkward silence as they put their bags in the closet. They both looked at each other for a few seconds before Gil crossed the room and gave her a gentle kiss. The intensity and passion of the kiss increased quickly and the built-up tension from the last three weeks began to ease away.

Gil broke contact, smiled and step away from her. He was trying to keep her from seeing the excitement and longing in his eyes.

“Do you know what I want you to do right now?” he asked gently.

Heather looked at him and without hesitation said, “No, sir.”

He never raised his voice, but the tone was mildly different. “Not sir, you will call me Gil. I want you to remember you are with me and not some other generic dominant male,” he said. “Let’s try this again. Do you know what I want you to do right now?” he asked.

The simple request made Heather smile. Few men had ever made her want to surrender control and usually they thrived on the protocol. So many of them seemed to think that a title made a man what he wanted to be. “No, Gil,” she said with confidence.

“I’d like you to close your eyes and stay where you are,” Gil said.

Heather could feel him brush the hair back from her face softly and his lips were kissing her brow, her cheek and then they briefly touched her lips.

“Now, without opening your eyes, I want you to tell me why you agreed to leave the Stratosphere with me and go have coffee three weeks ago,” he said. There was no malice in his voice, but even if Heather wanted to brush the question aside, she would have hesitated to do so.

Gil had her close her eyes, because even the most emotionally intelligent person had a tendency to show more facial expressions when they could not see other people. He watched her visibly struggle with her response. He gently wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her and watched several emotions cross her face.

“I accepted because I firmly believe there is not such thing as coincidence,” she said finally. “I think we were somehow meant to meet each other again.”

His voice was still soft and even when he said to her, “I took the chance of asking you because I hoped we would end up in the situation we are in now. Somehow, I think I have known since I first met you that we were kindred spirits.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I thought you might like to know I wouldn’t ask you any question that I wasn’t willing to answer myself.”

Gil released her from his arms and Heather found she missed the closeness of his embrace. He ran his fingers through her hair and the he slipped a blindfold over her head. Adding the blindfold caused a tingle below her waist and her nipples started to harden. His fingers caressed her face and stroked her neck. She could feel him kiss and nibble all around her neck with almost excruciating restraint. Her neck was so sensitive and such an erogenous zone that she couldn’t help but shudder. His beard and moustache caused a wonderful sensation of stimulating the nerves and gave her goose bumps.

Slowly he removed her shirt and ran his fingers around her breasts, then tweaked her nipples through the lacy bra. Next, he unhooked the bra and slid it from her shoulders. He spent several minutes thoroughly squeezing and fondling both of her breasts until he leaned forward and took her right nipple in his mouth while the other breast was still being stroked. He sucked on the nipple which caused her to shudder. Suddenly, without warning he bit down and used his hand to sharply pinch the other nipple at the same time. This caused Heather to inhale deeply and arch her back. But she didn’t cry out or pull away from the pain. He continued sucking and biting hard until she was just about ready to say something in protest, then suddenly he stopped the aggressive onslaught and began to gently use his tongue to lick the nipple and areole. Heather’s breasts were really sensitive and she felt her knees start to buckle. Gil grabbed her by her ass to keep her from sinking to the floor.

Next he removed her pants and matching lacy panties and then there was silence in the room. Heather resisted the urge to squirm in discomfort. She knew he was there, but she couldn’t hear him and couldn’t see him. She had used the maneuver on many submissive males, and it worked well. She was feeling pretty self-conscious and a little vulnerable as she was naked, he was still fully clothed and she knew his eyes were taking in every flaw of her body. She felt the disorientation of not knowing what is going to happen next. Closely following that thought was the realization (again) that she truly had no idea what her had brought for “toys”.

She heard a rustle and Gil moved in to her pressing his body against hers and moving her backward slowly until she was against a wall. He kissed her deeply and his tongue was a welcome invasion. He began to suck on her neck again. This tike Heather did start to squirm and she tried to press her naked body against his clothed body in a futile attempt to make him loose control and speed toward lovemaking. She reached out to try and pull him closer and he moved her hands back to her side, touching the wall. Then she felt cold metal and heard the click of the handcuff as it snapped closed around her left wrist.

He leaned in to her until she could feel his lips against her ear and his beard on her cheek. He said, "This is how it is going to be. I am going to give you pleasure as long as you give me pleasure. Right now you have just one cuff on, but if you try to touch me without permission, or you don't do as I say, as fast as I say, then I will cuff your hands together and take you exactly how I want to-with only my pleasure in mind. You are not to speak except to moan, groan, scream or make any other sound of passion and excitement.

Do you understand?"

Heather swallowed hard, nodded and felt her nipples get harder. She could feel the goose bumps travel along on her arms, neck and back as her excitement began in the deepest part of her body. She trembled slightly and knew it was not from the air conditioned room.

"If it is more than you can handle, all you have to say is: stop," he whispered to her seductively.