Short Story ... Courteous Neighbor

Courteous Neighbor

Part Seven

Watching Mason’s muscles tense while I dragged the falls over his body brought a smile to my face. My fingers clenched and released eagerly around the plaited handle, excitement growing at the prospect of delivering my first strike. It had been a while, so I wanted to start slow. First, something had to be done to secure his ankles. I laid the flogger down on top of his stomach, almost giggling when I saw his muscles flinch tightly as I dropped the handle down with a plop. Sliding my drawer open, I extracted what I needed before I moved down to the end of the bed. Mason lifted his head, listening intently. I saw the frown of concentration on his brow and had to stifle another giggle.

Fucking blindfold. I hate not knowing what the hell she’s doing. The sound of that damned drawer of hers opening seemed to magnify in my ears. Not knowing what in the fuck she had hidden in there was unsettling. I heard movement down near the end of the bed. Lifting and cocking my head I tried to work out what the fuck she was up to. I’m damned sure I can vaguely hear her sliding something. My leg jumped when she trailed a sharp nail up the instep on the sole of my foot.

“So jumpy, Mason,” she admonished and I pressed my lips together. I’ll give her fucking jumpy. Just you wait till I get my hands on you, Skyler. My other leg recoiled when she did the same to the sole of my other foot.

The jerky movement of his leg pulling away from the unexpected sharpness of my nail made his cock twitch. The thin line of his lips pressed so firmly together showed just how pissed off he was getting. The more I tormented him, the blacker his scowl got. Placing my hands down with my fingers clasping around his ankles, I slowly ran my palms over his shins up to his knees. Trailing my fingertips softly down the inside of his knees, I skimmed down over the sides of his calves and observed the hairs on his legs slowly rising from a wave of goosebumps washing over his skin. Over and over I repeated it, focusing my attention on his thighs to note when they began to loosen. I didn’t stop until he was more relaxed and lulled into a false sense of security. Wrapping one hand around the top of his foot, I pressed my thumb in, massaging in small circles just under his toes. The smile on my face widened when I heard his small groan of enjoyment.

Feeling the heat of her palms sliding so sensually up my lower legs put me on guard. I knew she was up to something. But what? The sensation of her fingertips sliding in a tantalizing whisper down the inside of my knees seemed to connect straight to my cock. Her repetitive stroking caused the hairs on my legs to stand on end, but it eased the tenseness in my muscles and I found myself relaxing beneath her feather-light touch. She surprised me when she pressed her thumb in and began a slow massage in the pad beneath my toes. A foot massage---now that’s more like it.

While Mason was enjoying my casual massage, I reached over with my free hand and pulled one loop closer to the side of his foot. It almost reached---I’d allowed just enough length. I switched feet, edging the other loop closer on the other side. Removing my hand, I leaned down and subtly captured his big toe in my mouth, swirling my tongue around in a tantalizing circle. Mason rewarded me with another moan of pleasure while I watched his cock bounce and harden like a rock. Releasing his toe, I switched to his other foot and repeated the heated caress of my tongue around his digit while my thumb continued to massage beneath his opposite foot. I knew time was of the essence---I had to be quick.

Enlarging the loop, I placed it over my free hand and it settled loosely around my wrist. Changing feet, I repeated it with my other hand. I put both hands on his feet and lifted my wrists. As I pushed my hands down over the top of his feet I moved them slightly further apart. The loops dropped down, encasing them. Sliding my fingers beneath both heels, I lifted them up off the bed ensuring the loops ended up resting idly around his ankles. Quick as a flash, I pulled my hands away and stretched my arms out, tugging on the other ends threaded through the eyelets in the posts to tighten them before I tied them off.

“What the fuck?” In my relaxed state, it took about two seconds to realize something didn’t feel right. But it was two seconds too late and I uttered a curse when something tightened around my ankles and pulled my legs in opposing directions. She’s tied my fucking ankles? Oh, she’s going to getting more than a damned spanking. I struggled, pulling on my ankles. Is that Rope? She’s got fucking rope?

“Stop struggling, Mason, or you’ll end with abrasive rings around your ankles,” she advised quietly. I didn’t miss the humor in her tone and I clenched my jaw.

“You’ve got one second to release my ankles, Skyler,” I growled in response.

“Oh, Mason,” she sighed with mock exaggeration, “I can’t have you flailing about when I use my flogger---I might unintentionally hit somewhere I’m not aiming for,” she giggled. “We can’t have that now, can we?” My stomach tightened when I felt the brief drag of her fingernails when she grasped the handle of the flogger she’d dropped on me. Anger swelled inside me when she dragged the falls continuously up and down my body. “Can you feel that, Mason?” She asked innocently.

“Feel what?” I growled with growing annoyance.

“This,” she said casually and paused with the falls laying across my stomach. My brows drew together. What in the fuck is she talking about? Then I felt it and my stomach tensed. She’d picked one fall up and pressed it down onto my stomach---and it was fucking sharp.

“Are they fucking tipped?” I snapped hotly. Then I jumped when I felt her heated breath in my ear.

“Yes, Mason---they are,” she whispered triumphantly. Images began racing though my head envisioning all the kinds of retribution I was going to subject her body to.

Seeing such a strong, confident man spread-eagled on the top of my bed was such an alluring sight. From the tick in his chiseled jawline and the angry scowl making deep furrowed lines in his brow, I knew payback was going to be a bitch. No-one had used my own toys on me in a long while, but instinct told me Mason would---and I was sure he knew how to use them properly. A ripple of excitement rolled over the surface of my skin just thinking about being on the receiving end of my flogger and the level of heated moisture between my thighs sky-rocketed. I eased my arm back, ready to lay in the first strike. The falls landed softly across his chest.

When the first lash thudded across my chest, an involuntary spasm hardened my muscles---more out of the unexpected connection than anything else. After the third one, I couldn’t decide whether she didn’t know what she was doing, or if she was just getting reacquainted with the feel of the flogger and finding her rhythm. Then I noticed the thuds were getting a little harder and faster. It seemed she had now fallen into her rhythm with regular strikes being applied. She was still working up and down my chest---and I felt the warmth spreading as a result. If that’s all she’s got, I’ve got nothing to worry about. She’s going to get far worse from me when I get the chance.

I saw the wicked little smirk pulling at his lips when his shoulders relaxed and I rolled my eyes. He probably doesn’t think I know how to use it. I grinned evilly. He shouldn’t make assumptions. With an extra hard lash, I landed a harsh stinging one across his abdomen.

“Fuck,” he bit out through clenched teeth and pulled on his wrists and ankles while his stomach retracted. I enjoyed observing the reddening lines slowly come to life across it and with three more stinging strikes, I landed some more in rapid succession---the final one coming within a whisker of the tip of his cock. “Watch it,” he barked and I raised my brow in defiance. Who’s in control here? Perhaps he needs a little reminder. My next lash landed a stinging blow to the soft fleshy part of his inner thigh. His balls jumped when the edge of the fall just clipped against the base of his sac and his ass pushed into the bed. Ooops. “You’re gonna pay for that one,” he growled heatedly.

Did she fucking land that one intentionally? Regardless of whether it was intentional or accidental, she’s just earned herself some extra special attention to her pussy when the roles are eventually reversed.