Lessons
It was nearly eight when Wren finally made it home that evening, to find only the "I went out and left a light on for you" light on. She glanced down at the date on her watched and realized Drev was about due for his twice monthly outing. She still wondered where he went and what he did, but not enough to invade his privacy. After all he afforded her the same interogation-less freedom. She moved into the living room and turned on the light on her desk, and pulled her lap top out of her bag, and booted up both her's and Drev's.
Her stomach growled so she went to the kitchen to grab a snack of cheese cubes and cut carrots and a small bunch of grapes. She took everything to her desk and pulled up her bluetooth interface and told it to talk to Drev's computer. She had some work for him to do. She sat there entering dates and appointments, before she had to give into the restless energy that had plagued her for the last week. Sighing she put everything to sleep and went into her room to change from the black jeans and baby doll into a pair of very short cut offs and a black camisole.
In the bathroom she pulled her hair into a ponytail and put a load of clothes into the wash. She really needed to get to the dry cleaners, and her mental day planner put it on the list. She grabbed the swiffer dry mop thing and headed into Drev's room. She'd decided to clean under the furniture, since it wasn't something she did normally and the past weeks energy had everything else sparkling.
Laying on her belly she peered under his massive bed and was surprised to find two storage bins. She pulled them out, and put them out of the way. Back on her belly she used the swiffer to clean up all the dust bunnies that had taken up residence. It took two little mop head things but she no longer wanted to turn up her nose and refuse to sleep in the bed. Chuckling at herself she got up of the ground and went to get the storage bins.
As she carried the first one, curiosity over took her. He'd never hidden anything from her and she wondered what could possibly be in the bins. She set it on the bed and against her better judgement opened it. She was actually disappointed to find file folders inside. A quick flip through some of them showed her they were the hard copies of the assest catalogued in his computer. There was nothing new there for her. Feeling a bit let down she put the lid on and slid it back into place under the bed.
Figuring the second bin was the same, but just to be sure, she put it on the bed and opened the lid. A small scream echoed in the room, as the contents had startled her. They looked like something that belonged in a torture room. She ran her fingers over the things, when she recognized a small silver bullet shaped object she realized these things were sex toys. Her roommate in college had had one of those bullet things and used it frequently, to Wren's chagrin.
She pulled out a few of the items, wondering what in the hell you used four black balls on a string for. When she pulled out a set of what appeared to be velcro wrist cuffs with long ropes on them, she stopped and stared at them. Did Drev like to tie up his partners? Was she denying him some things he truely enjoyed?
She sat on the bed with the cuff in her hands and stared at them. Her mind began a series of bizarre ruminations. "I wonder why any one would let some one restrain them on purpose. What could be gained by doing so. Is there a sense of risk involved? Then again, it might be nice to completely give up control and let your partner take and give what he wished.' She tried to imagine such a thing and found the idea intriguing. She wondered if she would enjoy such a thing, or if Drev would enjoy doing such a thing to her. "Would I want to do that to him?' No, she decided that she had no desire to take control in that way. Her little uses of dominance suited her well.
Though there were some things she would like to try, but felt too self-conscious to approach them. she wondered if giving up control would help her to be able to do such things, if Drev asked them of her when she could let go of the responsiblity for the action. It was intriguing and with a glance at her watch she wondered when he would get home so she could ask him.
"I want you to get more familiar," he said, giving her a soft kiss before climbing up onto the bed. Lying in the middle of the bed, he held a hand out to Wren. "I want you to get as familiar with my body as you can, because it's yours now. You can do whatever you want with it."
Drev was startled by his own words, by the amount of blind trust that was in them. He was lying exposed, his swollen member standing proudly, seemingly oblivious. The funny thing about it, was that deep down, he was perfectly fine with it.
Familiarity with his body was something she had, but she felt like he was asking her to get to know every part of it. To test and play in a way she'd never done before. It wasn't that their sex before had been bad, far far from it, but she had never participated in the exploration he did. He touched and teased and licked her body until she couldn't stand it and yet he never seemed to get enough of her. That must be what he was asking her to do.
She moved until she was kneeling on her knees next to him. With a smile on her lips, her fingers and lips started exploring his chest, as her legs slid from underneath her and she was half laying next to him and half on him.
With an impish little grin on her face, she licked her lips and put her whole mouth over the tip of him. She slid her mouth down until it was full. She did not hold much of him in her mouth, but it felt incredibly...erotic just to have that little bit. Her breath sped up, her belly clenched and wet heat started between her thighs. She was turned on by this and it was surprising and felt so oddly right.
She moved her mouth back up, and let her tongue swirl around where her lips had been. It was almost like licking an ice cream cone. With that image in mind she used her tongue to explore the entire length of him. Her body moved until she was between his thigh, and she wriggled and moved around before finding a comfortable spot. She ended up curled into a ball between his thighs, as she explored this new territory.
Her brain analyzed everything she did and she had to pause a moment when she asked herself why this wasn't revolting to her. Shaking the thought away, she went back to playing. One hand followed her mouth around, while the other explored lower.
She found she liked to have him in her mouth and experimented with how much of him she could take in, then pulled back and tried again, get just a little bit more each time. She was truly lost to her exploration and was quite startled when a soft grunt followed by her whispered name met her ears.
With a deep grunt, he called her name, but it came out in barely a whisper. "I'm close," he managed to say a little more strongly. "Oh... fuck, Wren......"
It didn't take long for his sounds to come faster and for his hips to twitch as he tried not to push against her. She didn't change what she was doing, since it seemed to work and she liked it. Taking as much of him as possible, moving back and trying for more each time. Once she gagged herself, but learned enough not to go that far again.
A loud grunt filled her her ears as something hot filled her mouth. She was shocked at the suddenness of it and froze. It continued to fill her mouth and she stared up at Drev wide-eyed, not sure what to do with the stuff.
She pulled away and looked around for a place to spit out the hot salty-sweet liquid. It was an intense heated version of the stuff she had tasted at first. She knew what it was, and she didn't want it in her mouth any more. Though the knowledge of how it had gotten there, made her very happy. Her eyes lighted on the kleenex box and she rose up over him, and laying with her legs across his, plucked out to tissues and spat the stuff into them.
The back of her throat burned, but the taste left in her mouth wasn't unpleasant. She smiled at Drev as she sat back up. "That was fun."
"That, my dear, was incredible." He invited her up to lay on top of him; damn he wanted to feel her body against his. "I'm very pleasantly surprised." He smiled reassuringly. "Ah ah, these aren't allowed up here," he said, snapping the waistband of Wren's cute little panties. Cripes, just watching her move was enough to make him hard again already.
"So when are you going to dance for me?"
"I don't know. Not tonight. I'm not dressed for it. Some other night, okay?"
She had not meant to say that. She'd meant to shut him down with the same answer she'd given him on their first date. That she didn't give private dances. As she let the words she'd said sink in, she found herself liking the idea of being able to do that for him. She had never danced for Marcus and she'd never dated anyone who'd wanted her to do that. Perhaps this was something else that would help her stop being so afraid. 'I mean my God, look at what you've just done, Wren. You not only looked, but you touched, tasted and made the man orgasm. What more is there to be afraid of?'
Wren sighed inwardly. 'Plenty.'
((Drev and Wren out))