Ellie and Paul - Part 3

Ellie’s mind burned with thoughts of Paul. It was Wednesday, and she had another appointment to see him tomorrow.

On Monday night that had made love in the equipment room at the gym. It had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life, and her body still ached. When they parted that night, Paul had said he would call, but hadn’t. She thought she would go out of her mind… her boss was mad at her for being spaced out at work, but Jeff hadn’t noticed. He left on a business trip on Wednesday morning, mindlessly reminding her that they were going to dinner at his parents’ home on Sunday night.

The day passed in a haze. Ellie went through the motions at work. At lunch she went to the pub across the street, and steadied her nerves with an oversized vodka martini. This was too intense, she thought, and where would it end? Would she really break up with Jeff? What did she feel for Paul? As the numbness of the alcohol slid over her, the questions in her mind blurred, she paid the cheque, and started towards the door. Just outside, her better instincts retreated and she sent him a text message:

CAN I C U?

Back at the office, she began to wade through the afternoon email. About an hour later her cellphone buzzed.

R U BUSY TONITE?

Ellie’s heart jumped. No more work would happen this afternoon.

At four o’clock, Ellie stammered a lame excuse about a doctor’s appointment and fled the office. She’d been in since seven AM, so what the hell difference did it make? On the way home she stopped at the liquor store, buying a half litre of vodka and a bottle of red wine. Once home, she showered and poured herself a glass of vodka, lots of ice. Paul was coming over at seven.

At about quarter past, there was a knock on the door. She opened the door. It was Paul. He was dressed in blue jeans, his puffy jacket, baseball cap, and carrying his gym bag.

“Hi Ellie.”

She ushered him in, and offered him a glass of wine. He accepted, and, like last time, made himself comfortable on the couch.

“Ellie, we need to talk.”

She couldn’t agree more, but was dreading this. She wanted him so bad – did he want to end it?

“Ellie, I don’t know how to say this…”

Fuck. What?

“I have a girlfriend. A fiancé.”

Fuck.

“But this….. I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s wrong, but I just can’t”

Jesus fucking Christ. He’s engaged, she thought. What the hell are we doing?

Paul reached for her. He stroked her arm. She studied his fingernails, his badly bitten fingernails. I could help him with that, she thought.

“So am I, Paul” she said, “Jeff and I are supposed to get married. But I want you. I just don’t know what I want anymore…”

Paul touched her chin. She stared into his eyes, and shuddered deep within. Impulsively, she grabbed him, kissing him desperately, as if she was trying to make him forget his fiancé.

She lead him towards the bedroom. This was the third time she had been with him, but the first time in an actual bed. He sprawled diagonally across the mattress, and as she climbed on top of him, he flipped her over so he was on top. His strength was so sexy, it was so hot that he could manhandle her this way….

They twisted and tangled in the blankets and sheets, making a mess of things. His strong arms tossed her about at will. Finally, she locked her hips around his waist, and spun him onto his back.

“How do you like that?” she panted.

“Mmmmm….”

“I’ve got a few tricks to show you.”

She climbed off his body and dashed into the living room. She grabbed his gym bag, and dashed back to the bedroom.

From inside his bag she pulled out a rubberized resistance band and wrapped the thick rubber tubing against his wrists.

“Hey, what the….?”

“Shhhhh……”

He struggled a little, but not too much, as she lashed his wrists to the bedpost. Ellie grabbed one of Jeff’s ties from the rack on the back of the bedroom door, and tied it over Paul’s eyes in a blindfold. He looked so sexy and strong, but helpless.

“Ellie… what are you doing?” Jeff sounded a little perturbed.

“Shhhhh….”

Ellie straddled Paul, facing away from him. She began to stroke his cock, gently at first, then more forcefully.

“Ellie….”

She stroked faster, listening carefully for his moans, his twitches. Not too fast now….

“Ellie… unghh…..”

She slowed her strokes sharply. No need to end this quickly. As his body relaxed, she picked up the tempo again. She could feel his frustration, his torment.

She brought him back to the edge, and then backed off again. Paul struggled against his bonds.

“Ellie, you bitch. Let me go.”

He’d had enough. Ellie pulled his blindfold and untied his wrists. Instantly, Paul flipped her onto her back, spread her legs and slid his now enormous, rock hard cock into her.

“I have some ideas in mind for you, my dear….” Paul growled. “We’ll see how you like it.”

He placed her legs over his shoulders and fucked her deeply. She could feel every inch of him thrust into her. He pounded into her for several minutes, then pulled out abruptly.

“How do you like that?”

Ellie’s whole body shuddered. This was his turn to play the tease. She was so close to an orgasm.

“Paul, please….”

“Please what?”

“Please”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me”

“I wanted to hear you say that. I wanted you to say it.”

Paul turned Ellie onto her hands and knees. He pulled the pillows on the bed under her belly, and pinned her arms behind her back. He tied them with Jeff’s tie, and slapped her on the ass.

“Unghh… Paul.”

Paul entered her from behind, pulling her sharply towards him. He fucked her relentlessly, occasionally slapping her ass and pulling her long hair sharply. The aggression of his lust made Ellie wild, and she bucked and thrashed against him. Her wetness poured down her thighs.

“You like that Ellie, you tease?”

She bit hard into the pillow in front of her.

“Let me show you what teases get”

He pulled out of her, flipped her onto her back, and came in giant spurts across her belly. He bent down and began licking her, and within a minute she came in a tremendous orgasm.

He untied her wrists, and she curled up into his arms.