Matty was in awe of himself. Sure, he did just fine on any given Friday or Saturday night and he was generally known to show up with nothing short of runway models at nearly every function requiring a date. But, this was something different. He had never ‘bagged’ a woman like Isabel. She was more than just a pretty face and a hot body; in fact, she’d be offended if anyone ever referred to her as such.
Behind her subtle beauty and staunch, family-oriented demeanor lay a fiery, sexy woman who was far more intelligent than anyone really knew. Now, Matty was the one bringing pleasure to this magnificent woman. She made him feel powerful. She made him feel sexy all the time, not just when he had his pants down or when he had a pocket full of cash at the bar. He was wanted. He was desired. He’d always heard that behind every great man stood a great woman; and now, he was beginning to see what that meant.
As he kissed Isabel in the living room of her spacious suite, he couldn’t get over how excited he was to be with this woman. Ever since their first experience right in this very apartment, Matty had become more and more enamored with Isabel. What he thought was just a one-time fling by a desperate widow was turning into a passionate affair that gave him even more confidence and stoked his ego. Yet, the experience was different. Given their situation, their affair had to remain a secret. The confidence he was gaining was far more internalized. He stood taller. He was less brash. He didn’t have to have Isabel on his arm wherever he went (he knew he couldn’t, anyway). No. He was simply becoming more and more proud of himself the longer he spent time with Isabel.
Right now, he had his arms wrapped around this great woman. He held her tightly, pulling her close to press their bodies together. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him as they gently kissed in the middle of the room. Matty could feel her body melt against his as their tongues danced together. He loved feeling every movement she made. He enjoyed all the little sounds she made: the soft moans, the breathy almost-words, the tiny giggles, and especially the sharp gasps when he hit a sensitive spot. It was a refreshing and eye-opening change of pace from the drunk, high and/or mindless bar-hopping chicks he usually took home.
Matty felt Isabel’s body go limp, her head disengaged from his and fell back. Eyes closed, she just hung onto him and let out a sexy “Oooohhhh...” as she relaxed in the support of his muscular arms.
“God you are so sexy, Isabel,” Matty told her. It was all he could think to tell her. It was all he could think, period. He had arrived at Isabel’s suite to discuss his plan for the upcoming meeting of the families. But, Isabel looked so ravishing in her evening gown that he couldn’t resist her. She wasn’t about to turn him down, either.
“Uuunnnnhhhh, thank you, Matty.” Isabel just dangled there, lightly swaying in Matty’s arms. Matty pulled her closer to him, essentially lifting her off her feet, so he could kiss her neck and chest.
Suddenly, Isabel let loose her arms. Her head snapped forward and she pressed Matty away from her. “Oooo...” she said with a devious look on her face. “I have something we could do.” Her sly smile and raised eyebrow piqued Matty’s curiosity.
He let go of Isabel and she grasped his hand. Walking past him, she pulled Matty up the steps to the hallway and then down to her bedroom.
The master bedroom was a cavernous room with high ceilings. Decorative rugs highlighted the modern furniture spaced about the hardwood floor. Several pieces of art adorned the walls. The far wall was essentially all glass, a window looking out over the city with a large set of curtains tied off at opposite ends.
Pulling Matty into the room after adjusting the lights that dangled from the ceiling to a soft glow, Isabel shut the door behind him. Letting go of his hand, Isabel glided across the floor to the closet. She removed her earrings, bracelet and watch, and placed them on a shelf just inside the open closet door. She then entered the closet.
Matty could hear the rustling from inside the closet as Isabel retrieved whatever she was looking for. She emerged a few seconds later with a couple pieces of black metal in her hands. Matty couldn’t quite tell what they were at first, so he just watched her cross the room.
She stopped in front of a large painting and placed the pieces of metal on the floor beneath her. Matty thought they looked like a pair of hooks.
Isabel reached up to the painting and lifted it off the hook, pulling it off the wall. As she walked to the corner of the room to set the painting down, Matty noticed not only the nail on which the painting was hung, but a pair of metal rails set about two feet apart on either side of the nail. They appeared much larger and sturdier than something just meant to hold a painting on the wall.
Isabel returned to where the painting had just been hanging, reached to the floor and grabbed the pieces of metal. She reached up over her head and slid the pieces of metal into the rail fasteners on the wall. The flat back of the hook slid into the rail and supported the 4-inch hook that now protruded from wall. Isabel slid the other hook into place as Matty just stood and watched with curiosity.
As Isabel walked back toward the bed in front of him, he watched her reach behind her back and unzip her dress. When she reached the nightstand, she slipped the dress from her shoulders and it fell to the floor.
Matty took in the image of her body in the soft lighting. He saw a lacy, purplish bra hug her back and, as Matty was figuring out, her ‘signature’ boy shorts underwear wrapped around her hips.
Isabel quickly followed her dress to the floor, bending at the waist to reach the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Matty admired her shapely ass and long, taut legs still tipped by the 2-inch heels.
Several things rattled around in the drawer as she pulled what appeared to be a length of rope from the drawer. It was black, maybe a half-inch thick, and looked to have a slight sheen as it passed through the lights. Isabel collected it and slid the drawer shut. Standing back up, she turned to walk toward Matty.
Matty had already removed his jacket and was unbuttoning his shirt as Isabel approached. Unraveling the rope as she walked, she looked up at Matty. “Yes, that’s right; you’d better get rid of those clothes,” she told him.
“Now what is that?” Matty asked as he continued to remove his shirt.
Throwing it over his head, Isabel identified the rope. “This,” she said, “is a Japanese silk rope.” She wrapped the rope around each of her wrists a couple times and then pulled on it bringing Matty’s head down toward hers. “It’s incredibly strong, yet soft,” she continued. “You can tie it around someone’s ankles or wrists and not worry about leaving marks or bruising.” She pulled even harder and planted a kiss on his lips, driving her tongue between them for just a quick taste.
Before Matty could get his hands on her, she pulled back. The rope slipped from his neck as she pulled it with her right hand and slowly walked backward across the floor. The rope dropped to the hardwood and she seductively collected the length.
“I’m going to let you tie me up, Matty,” she said to him. His eyes immediately grew large and he threw off his shirt. Kicking off his shoes, he went to work on his belt. Isabel further explained, “And I’m going to let you do whatever you want with me.” Nearly whispered, her words had a devastating effect on Matty. Her hips swayed as if she was walking an imaginary tightrope leading to the hooks on the wall.
When she arrived at the wall, she turned, and throwing the rope over the hooks, she said “But, I’m not just going to be tied up; I’m going to be tied up against this wall.” Wrapping the rope around her wrists once again, she placed her back against the wall. She gave Matty a visual demonstration. The hooks were placed in the rails so that when her arms hung underneath each hook her elbows were level with her shoulders. She cocked one knee over her other leg, “Do you think you can come up with something to do to me while I’m up here?”
Throwing off his slacks, Matty eagerly walked to her on the wall, “Oh yes, I can!” he responded. Isabel giggled at his enthusiasm. When he finally reached her, he placed his hands on the wall and leaned in to kiss her. She fervently kissed him back, but took the opportunity to display the strength of her toys. With the rope wrapped around her wrists, she grabbed the rope tightly and lifted her feet off the floor. Supported completely by the rope hanging from the hooks, she lifted her legs up to his hips and wrapped them around him.
Matty, completely caught up in the kiss, was surprised by Isabel’s legs simultaneously hugging his hips. He pulled his head back and looked down at Isabel’s body suspended in the air between his body and the wall. Holding herself above the floor by the rope as well as her legs around him, Isabel just hung there smiling. Matty surveyed Isabel’s toy, a look of admiration on his face.
“Does this give you any ideas?” Isabel seductively asked. Matty looked down upon her. She relaxed her arms and tightened her stomach. By straightening her body between Matty and the wall she pushed him further away. Matty took a few steps back and Isabel was able to stretch out. Completely suspended in the air, Isabel gyrated her hips in front of Matty. His mouth agape at the image before him, he was essentially frozen.
“Uhhhnnnn...” Isabel moaned beneath him. She could see the look on his face as well as the arousal beneath his boxers.
“Oh my god, Isabel,” he managed to say. He reached down to her, placing his hands underneath the small of her back. Her body bowed as he lifted her. She let her head fall loose. Lying prone, supported by the rope, her legs around Matty and his hands, she enjoyed the feeling of being suspended in mid-air. Matty’s hands alternated holding her aloft and caressing her body, one powerful arm supported her back while his fingers traced down between her breasts then her stomach.
Letting one leg fall from his hips, she said, “Now, now, let’s do this right.” Matty gently helped her return to a standing position in front of the wall. She unraveled one wrist from the rope and pulled the length through the hooks. Matty watched intently as she collected the rope. Unwrapping her other wrist, she handed the rope over to him.
Matty took the rope and watched as Isabel stretched out her arms. He held one end of the rope and let the rest of it fall to the floor. He extended a length of it underneath her arms, so Isabel retracted one hand. The other, she placed on the rope. Matty started to tie a knot around her wrist when Isabel stopped him.
“No,” she said softly, “wrap it around my wrist loosely a couple times before tying it off.” Matty obeyed. “It makes it easier to keep circulation going,” she explained. With three loops of rope around her wrist, Matty then tied a simple, double knot. The result was a loose, but secure cuff of silk rope. Matty then repeated the procedure on her other wrist with the opposite end of rope.
Isabel quickly tugged the cuffs and twisted her wrists to test Matty’s work. Satisfied, she extended her arms to her sides and said, “Now, you can put this rope on the hooks and I’ll be all yours.”
Eagerly smiling, Matty took the rope and lifted it up into the hooks. When Isabel relaxed her arms, her wrists rested nearly even with her ears. So, she explained, “Now, if you want me to be more immobile, you can wrap the rope around the hooks a few times to shorten the amount of rope over each arm.”
Matty looked up and understood what she was talking about. The hooks were large enough to wrap the rope around several times. Plus, adding loops around the hooks would make it far more difficult to slip the rope over them.
As Matty looked over the hooks, Isabel asked, “So, how immobilized do you want me?”
Only glancing down at her for a second, the look in his eyes was utter anticipation. Quickly, he looped the rope above her right hand several times around its hook. Her wrist was now well above her head as Matty did the same to her left hand.
Finished, Matty stepped back from her. Isabel looked up at each wrist, pulling and testing how much range of motion she had in each arm. Matty didn’t leave her much.
Matty stood, looking her over, his hands on his hips. He looked proud to have put Isabel in the proper position and he quickly became excited. His face showed as much.
Isabel seemingly appeared to resign to the bonds she found herself in. Her arms fell slack and she turned her head to look at Matty. She tossed her shoulder-length hair to one side and then coyly tilted her head to the other.
“Well,” she said, “now what are you going to do with me?”
Matty quickly lunged at her, his excitement taking over. He dove his head into the crook of her neck and eagerly kissed and bit into her soft skin.
“Whoa, whoa there, big boy!” she quietly told him. “Easy, Matty. Take your time.”
And that’s why Matty was so enamored with Isabel. Even when she chastised him, she did so with the grace and tact of a loving teacher. He wanted so desperately to not let her down, he immediately changed his behavior.
His kisses turned to tracings of his tongue. His bites become far lighter and lingered longer. He slowly realized that every inch of Isabel’s body was exposed and available to him. She was completely vulnerable. The response she started giving him as he gently bit into her neck was encouraging. The sound of her breath slowly escaping her throat as he drug his tongue across her chest was intoxicating. Every touch, every movement along her body caused a new, arousing reaction from Isabel.
“Yesssss, that’s it,” she whispered as he lightly touched his tongue to her stomach.
Matty quickly adjusted to Isabel’s responses. There wasn’t an area on her that he could touch, lick, kiss or nibble that wouldn’t cause Isabel to moan or sigh in delight. He even began to notice the goose bumps on her skin, the muscles tensed up underneath his mouth and hands. Eventually, he even learned that just the anticipation of his touch could cause the same reaction. Matty never realized that men could tease women. He was absolutely thrilled with himself.
Gently kissing her stomach, Matty dropped to his knees in front of Isabel. He brought his hands to her hips and squeezed her flesh beneath his fingers. He then slid his hands upward. With her arms suspended well above her head, the elongated muscles along her sides tensed up. Curling his hands behind her, he lightly pressed into her back as he slowly lowered them.
His hands stopped just above her ass and he gripped her tightly. Pulling her abdomen toward him, he dug his face into her stomach. He bit her exposed stomach and worked his way to her navel. Her skin dimpled under his tongue as he drew circles around her belly button. Isabel arched her back into him and imagined his tongue on her pussy in this position.
Matty released his grip and slid up her body once again. Placing his hands on the wall behind her, he rose to his feet and walked those hands over her head, dragging his face along her body as he stood. When he reached her height, he nuzzled his head up against hers, forcing her to turn her head to one side. He brought his mouth next to her ear and whispered, “Damn, Isabel, you’re so fucking hot!”
Isabel let out a long, loud sigh at the sound and feeling of his voice in her ear.
Matty pulled back to bring his mouth together with hers. He kissed her deeply while his hands came down off the wall. He slid them behind her and caressed her back. Isabel felt him hug her, but quickly realized his hands were heading for a specific target: her bra.
Matty’s fingers reached her bra and quickly undid the clasp. With her bra now loose, Matty ran his hands underneath the lacy fabric. Maintaining their kiss, Matty’s hands found Isabel’s breasts and squeezed them. The bra hanging loose, his hands massaged her soft mounds.
Becoming more and more excited, Matty leaned into Isabel. With his hands covering her breasts, he pressed her firmly against the wall. Pinned, Isabel felt his tongue thrust deeply into her mouth. His hands roughly squeezed her breasts. Vulnerable and exposed, she surrendered to the feeling. Matty was becoming more and more aroused and she was helpless. As he pressed against her, she could feel his cock growing between their bodies.
Matty let up on the pressure against Isabel. Breaking their kiss, he stepped slightly back from her. His hands, still underneath the bra, rose up to her shoulders. His attempt to remove the bra was quickly stymied by the realization that with her hands bound above her head, the bra was not going to come off in this position.
Quickly changing tactics in order to hide his mistake, Matty lowered his mouth to her chest. Holding her bra above her breasts, Matty kissed her right breast just above the nipple. He then kissed a circle around one breast, then the other.
Isabel looked down at him as he slowly and deliberately played with her breasts. Her arousal quickly increased with Matty’s more attentive touches. She greatly enjoyed his kisses and tongue at her skin, but as he took more advantage of her vulnerability, she became more excited. His lips on her nipples caused a moan. When he drew her nipple into his mouth, she let out a little cry of ecstasy. His teeth gently nibbling at her breast gave her goose bumps. With his powerful hands holding her shoulders firmly against the wall, she felt completely under his control. And she wanted more!
Subtly, she started moving her hips. She loved his mouth on her breasts, but the teasing was having its intended effect. She felt the wetness building between her legs. As Matty concentrated on one breast, then switched to the other, Isabel started writhing in front of him. She grew louder with her responses and even added a whimper or two to egg him on.
Finally, Matty started to lower in front of her. His hands slid down her back once again. Stopping just above her ass, he dug his fingers into her hips. Isabel provided a little balance for him to drop to his knees. Kneeling before her, his hands then continued down over her panties where he massaged her ass.
Matty licked Isabel’s navel one more time before he ventured even lower. Running over the lace panties, Matty detected Isabel’s arousal. With his hands squeezing her buttocks, the panties shifted underneath his tongue and he could instantly smell her. As he went lower, his tongue confirmed how wet she had become. Her distinctive taste had already soaked through the fabric and Matty teasingly let his tongue linger. ...Matty was learning his lessons.
Licking directly over her opening, Matty let his hands come loose and circle around to Isabel’s hips. Smiling to himself, Matty thought he’d apply this new lesson as best he could. His fingers dug underneath the waist of the underwear and gently tugged downward. He let his head dip lower and he licked the inside of her leg. Still pulling on her panties, they lowered slightly, but all of the sudden, Matty stopped. Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he let his hands slide down her legs as he continued to kiss and lick the inside of her thighs. Gripping and massaging her legs, he completely left her panties behind and mostly in place.
When Matty’s hands retreated from her panties and he continued down her legs, Isabel let out a little whimper. She was incredibly aroused and Matty was normally quick to get to the action. But, apparently, he was slowly learning the art of arousal. His hands, tongue and mouth had worked quite well to build her anticipation. She was ready. But, the additional teasing was a nice touch, especially in this situation. Still bound to the wall, she couldn’t force the issue. And that was the point.
Matty could tell his tease was successful. Isabel still made sounds in response to his tongue and hands on her legs, but he could discern a little frustration in her noises from him not returning to her panties and what they concealed. He was quite proud of himself.
Finally, knowing he was successful with the tease, he decided he was too aroused to continue it himself. His head started working its way back up the inside of her legs; and his hands quickly followed. In no time, his hands were right back at the waist of the panties, fingers inside them once again. Matty’s mouth went directly over Isabel’s mound, his tongue pressed into the fabric and felt the soft moist flesh underneath.
Isabel became louder with her vocalizations. The return of Matty’s mouth to her lips was absolutely welcome. But, Matty was still deliberate in his actions. While his tongue licked at her from over the panties, his hands still held her panties at her waist. The pressure applied directly between her legs was driving her mad. She nearly felt like begging.
Thankfully, Matty continued. At long last, he reached into her panties and started sliding them off her hips. His head pulled back and allowed room for her panties to fall to the floor. Matty held them at her feet as she raised her legs one at a time to completely step out of them. Finished, she spaced her feet apart.
Matty looked up at her as he tossed the panties aside. Her naked body was on display right there in front of him. Her hands were suspended above her head. Her breasts hung free underneath the loose bra. Her sexy stomach and shapely legs curved in just the right places directly in front of his face. His eyes traced every inch of her before they stopped squarely between her legs.
Still on his knees, he brought his mouth right between her legs. His hands squeezed her buttocks and pulled her to his mouth. Isabel cried out as his firm tongue finally touched her moist flesh. Matty curled his tongue to part her lips and search for her button. Isabel squirmed against the wall, her back arched, standing on her toes.
Matty enjoyed tasting her, feeling her, smelling her... But with her standing against the wall, he had limited access to her depths. With that in mind, he abruptly stood up in front of Isabel. Breathing heavily, Isabel looked at him with wide eyes when he stood over her. Matty leaned in and kissed her. Isabel could taste herself on Matty’s lips. Her arousal only increased.
Matty’s kiss was firm and determined. His tongue drove between her lips and sought out hers. He pressed against her so hard that her head was driven against the wall. His hands roamed all over her body, around her back, her ass and up to her breasts.
With one hand squeezing her breast, Matty withdrew from their kiss. He gazed into her eyes, his chest heaved from the intense kiss. Isabel matched the intensity in his eyes. Suddenly, she was spun by his powerful arms. The room flashed around her and she was now facing the wall. Her arms were pressed against her ears as the rope pulled her forearms crossed above her head. Matty’s hands found her sides and then she felt the weight of his body against hers. Her chest was compressed against the wall, Matty’s full weight leaning against her. She felt his hands slide along her hips and detected his erection pressed against her ass from behind his boxers. His hot breath fell on her neck as he nuzzled her. She felt completely helpless, trapped between the wall and her lover, her hands bound above her head, utterly unaware of what might happen next.
Matty’s forcefulness increased. His arousal was taking over. His hands roughly fondled every inch of her body that they could reach. His mouth kissed, nibbled and licked. Isabel was enjoying the attention when Matty’s hands found their way between her legs. Her wetness allowed his first two fingers to slide quickly inside her. He pressed up into her so firmly that she was lighter on her feet. Matty’s strong arm drove his fingers deep into her. Isabel almost yelled at being filled so roughly, yet she enjoyed every second of it. A strong, powerful man had her pinned against the wall, his fingers filled her, his chest pressed against her back and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Matty’s fingers slowly started sawing in and out of her. Her juices lubricated his fingers as they slid in and out easily. Finding a rhythm, Isabel moaned along with the thrusts. Matty’s body matched his fingers movements and she felt as though she was being fucked.
“Oh yeah, Isabel... Do you like that?” Matty’s confident, breathy voice penetrated her ear in the middle of one of his thrusts. Fingers deep inside her, his arm nearly held her up off the floor, Matty asked again, “Huh, you like that?”
“Oh god yes!” she managed to get out. Her arms pulled at the ropes, her back was arched to accept Matty’s fingers, her legs strained to maintain balance on the floor with Matty’s arm nearly holding her up. Her entire body was delightfully engaged.
Matty’s hand pulled out of her and she felt sturdier on her own feet. Yet, he still pressed against her. Still bearing his weight against her back, she felt him removing his boxers with his free hand. He continued to whisper in her ear as he stepped out of his underwear.
Finally, both of his hands shot up on the wall above her head. He pressed his entire body against hers. She felt his now-exposed erection slide underneath her as he held her there. “Are you ready to get fucked, Isabel?” he asked. His hips drove his shaft up against her and caused her to inhale sharply. With all his weight crushing her against the wall, Isabel enjoyed the vulnerability, the subservience, the eroticism. Still, she didn’t want to be fucked. She recalled Matty’s tongue at her opening and wanted the feel of that orgasm as she was bound to the wall.
“Uhnnn” she grunted, the mass of body against her keeping her from getting a good breath. “Lick me,” was all she could get out.
“What?” Matty responded, not backing off.
Isabel took in as deep a breath as she could and nearly pleaded, “lick me!”
Matty knew better than to ignore that plea. Immediately, he pushed away from the wall and got back down to his knees in front of Isabel. With his hands on her hips, he spun her back around to face him. Isabel’s arms fell back into a more comfortable position and she grasped the ropes with her hands. She tried to catch up on her breathing.
Forcing her legs apart with his hands, Matty dove right to her opening once again. His neck craned to give his tongue access to her. Sliding between her lips, grazing her clit, his tongue worked and worked to continue the arousal.
Isabel could feel Matty’s tongue hit all the right spots, but not with the consistency she needed to reach orgasm. She still felt nearly helpless with her arms bound to the wall, yet, she had a little room to work with. Pressing back against the wall with her shoulders, she pushed her hips against Matty. Walking her feet slowly forward, she nudged Matty backward. As she became more vertical, Matty had better access to her.
As Matty felt her push against him, he crept back away from the wall. Slowly but surely, Isabel became more open to him. Eventually, his tongue was able to part the fold in her lips and her clit was exposed to him. When he passed over her engorged button, Isabel cried out with pleasure.
Now knowing that was what she was looking for, Matty concentrated on it. Matty’s hands went around her legs and held her ass, squeezing it. His tongue attacked her relentlessly, massaging her clit between him and her own body. She felt her arousal reaching a peak. Her toes started to feel funny and her hands began to tingle. ...And yet, she wasn’t sure she was going to get there.
With Matty’s hands on her ass, she decided to use that extra support to her advantage. Raising her right leg, she pushed Matty away from her for a second. Matty looked confused at her movement for a second; but then she threw that leg over his shoulder and he quickly understood what she was going for. He wrapped his arm over her thigh and went right back between her legs.
“YES! That’s it!” Isabel moaned. Matty’s tongue now had clear access to her clit and he hit it effectively. Supporting herself by the ropes at her wrists and balancing the bulk of her weight on Matty’s shoulder, the odd position gave Isabel an erotically exposed feeling. She felt her orgasm, which was briefly interrupted by the positioning of the leg, build again.
Matty could tell Isabel was enjoying herself. Her moans and cries became louder and more numerous. His chin was coated with her juices and he didn’t care. Tiny twitches started accompanying Isabel’s noises. With his right arm, he could feel the leg she was still standing on quiver. And that’s when it hit him!
Isabel looked down when she felt Matty pull away from her. She saw him fish his right arm inside her leg and around behind her. With the back of her thigh safely in the crook of his arm, Matty stood up. Suddenly, Isabel was being lifted into the air. Matty’s sturdy legs pressed him and Isabel up into the air. He quickly adjusted Isabel’s legs on his shoulders as if she were a rag doll, then moved his hands underneath her, supporting her.
Isabel’s shock at being completely off her feet quickly gave way to a new arousal. She was completely suspended in mid-air, her lover at one end, her bound hands at the other. As Matty’s tongue once again found her clit, the feeling of near weightlessness gave her a sensation she had never felt before. Matty’s strong frame and the confidence she had in her bondage hooks gave her license to freely writhe a full 5 feet above the floor. She flung her head back and hit nothing. She kicked her legs and Matty didn’t allow her hips to move. She pulled at her core and Matty didn’t move. She was trapped, yet she was free. Suspended in mid-air, a fierce tongue attacked her and she had nowhere to go. She knew she wasn’t going anywhere until her entire body exploded in orgasm. She knew it and she wanted it! ...And that’s when she realized the orgasm was building...
Her hands began to tingle again. Her legs began to twitch. She could feel it approaching. She was so close.
Responding to Isabel’s reactions, Matty dug his fingers into her skin. His tongue pressed against her clitoris and rubbed it relentlessly. Smaller and smaller movements over it caused Isabel to tighten up. Sharp breaths and grunts came from her mouth, spurring him on.
The orgasm hit Isabel abruptly. Her hips bucked violently against Matty. Her legs stiffened behind his head. She cried out as wave after wave of the orgasm went through her. She pulled at the ropes, threw her head back, and arched her back as the pleasure coursed through her. A powerful pulse shot through her and she pulled with her entire body, causing Matty to take a step forward. “AH, AHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as she couldn’t take any more. She started twisting and turning to get Matty to disengage.
Recognizing that Isabel had ridden out her orgasm, Matty raised his head from between her legs. She fell slack between him and the wall. “Hahahahaha...” Isabel laughed as she relaxed, no longer under the attack of Matty’s tongue. “Ooohhhh, god... That was good.”
Matty beamed.
Isabel essentially fell limp as Matty lowered her back to the floor. Barely able to stand on her own legs, Matty raised her hands up high enough to free the rope from the hooks. Isabel fell back against the wall and put a hand on Matty’s shoulder to steady herself. She acted as if she was still in a fog, not looking at anything specific. Matty untied her bonds and in one swift move picked her off her feet and cradled her in his arms. Her naked body stuck to his as he walked her to the bed.
Isabel felt herself lay on the bed and as if it were some kind of dream, saw Matty crawl onto the bed over her. She slowly raised her arms and put them around his neck as he positioned himself over her. She felt her legs being spread and then she felt the head of his cock touching the soft lips of her entrance. Their eyes locked as she felt his large member pierce her and fill her...
Isabel slipped out from under the sheets and walked to her closet to collect her robe. Emerging from the doorway cloaked in fine silk, she told Matty, “We do need to discuss a little business.”
Matty, his head propped up on one elbow, just watched her move across the floor. She disappeared into the bathroom for a second then returned to walk toward the bedroom door. Upon reaching the door, she grasped the handle and turned to Matty, “Come on!” she implored with a knowing smile.
Matty started to stir on the bed while she exited the room. He located his underwear and decided that was enough.
Isabel went to the bar and poured herself a drink. She reached for another glass when Matty emerged from the bedroom. A fresh cocktail awaited him when he arrived at the counter. They shared a couple looks as they sipped their drinks before Isabel walked from behind the bar. She stepped down into the living room and gracefully slid onto the couch. Matty followed.
“Now, you say the meeting is happening in 3 weeks?” she asked him after he took the opposite end of the couch.
“Yep,” he replied and took another sip of his drink.
“And all of the bosses are going to be there?”
“That’s the word on the street.”
“Well, I know where it’s going to be.” Isabel shifted on the couch cushion, tucking her legs underneath her, facing Matty. “Tony Baldo owns a warehouse in one of his shipyards. In the back corner of the warehouse is an office area that the Baldo family used as a speakeasy a long time ago. They’ve since converted it into a more ‘normal’ office space, but all of the secret panels, false walls, and other security structures are still intact.”
Matty just sat in awe of Isabel as she gave the details.
“Tony has used this office as a meeting space many times before and everyone trusts him. With the heads of all the families attending, there won’t be much concern that anyone will try anything. Combine the secretive and secure nature of the location, and the inherent trust everyone has in Tony, I know security will be a little lax. Sure, everyone will have their top bodyguards with them, but security before the meeting will be lacking.”
Matty was actually astonished that Isabel knew so much about the Baldo operation. “How do you know all of this?” he asked, shaking his head in admiration.
Isabel dismissed it, “Carmine taught me most of it. You don’t live 25 years with a man and not learn anything about what he does.” She winked at Matty as she sipped on her cocktail. “And I’ll pass all of it along to you as long as I can trust you with it.”
Matty smiled, “Of course you can, Isabel.” He moved across the couch and kissed Isabel gently on the lips. Isabel accepted the kiss, but when Matty didn’t retreat from the gentle kiss and pressed forward, she placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back toward his side of the couch.
Matty was a little confused at the rejection until Isabel gave him a stern yet coy look, “Business before pleasure, Matty.”
With each of them in their original positions on the couch, Isabel continued, “Now, be sure to get the device from the Russians. The Abbate family has never dealt with them before and thus it is highly unlikely anyone will discover what we’re up to.” Isabel leaned forward with an arm on the back of couch. “Once you have the hardware, you’ll take two low-level grunts from outside the family and set everything up. You will then get rid of the evidence and especially the witnesses.”
Upon the word “witnesses”, Matty’s eager, admiring face broke and his eyes lowered slightly.
Isabel picked up on his uncertainty immediately. “It’s just business, sweetie.” Knowing he’d never killed anyone before, she feigned her sincerity incredibly well. “It’s part of the job. We have to sacrifice pawns. Can you handle that?” Her voice stern yet coated in motherly tenderness.
“I can handle it.” Matty straightened his back and thrust out his chest. “I’ll make you proud of me.”
She sipped on her drink once more and noticed Matty’s eyes looking somewhere on the carpet. Confronting his uneasiness, she slid closer to him on the couch, “I have faith in you, Matty. I wouldn’t bring you into this if I didn’t think you could handle it.”
Like a little boy who just had his pride restored, Matty looked at Isabel and smiled. Isabel smiled back at him and reached out to place her hand upon his thigh. Their eyes locked. Matty rose his hand to Isabel’s arm as their lips found each others.
From the darkness of the terrace on the balcony, a figure stood wide-eyed in shock. Confusion and tears crossed the face of the young female Abbate as she watched her mother make out with one of her childhood friends. The horror overcame her as Isabel’s robe fell from her shoulders. Carmen fell backward into her chair and her arm hit the table. The glass of wine she was sipping while she waited for her mother to come home was knocked from the table and crashed to the tiled floor.
The couple on the couch jumped to attention upon hearing the noise. Isabel scrambled to replace her robe over her shoulders and quickly made her way to the balcony door. Sliding the door open, she saw a nearly catatonic Carmen sitting in a chair at the table. Her wrists were limp as they hung from the arms of the chair and her eyes were unfocused.
“Carmen!” Isabel barely vocalized as she stood in the doorway clutching her robe at her chest. Neither of them moved for a few seconds, both overcome with surprise.
Isabel took a step onto the balcony, but she quickly halted when Carmen’s head turned to look at her.
“I’m so...” Isabel’s voice trailed off as Carmen rose from her seat. Her eyes suddenly focused intently on her mother. The confusion, the hurt and the shock mixed in her dark eyes pierced her mother to the core.
“I...” Isabel tried once more to explain, but Carmen just stormed past her. She rushed through the living room, past a stunned Matty, still clad in his boxer shorts, and ran through the hall. Matty and Isabel could hear the frantic pressing of the elevator button until the bell announced its arrival.
As she heard the elevator doors close, Isabel looked at Matty. Unsure of how to react, Matty simply looked back at her. He almost pleaded for a cue. Isabel turned her head to face the balcony door where her daughter had spent an unknown part of the evening. She then just hung her head in shame.