Well, what I intended to be a short story has now gotten completely out of hand! The Garden of Earthly Delights has taken on a bit of a life of its own and is likely to go way beyond the sixteen episodes I originally sketched out. Best laid plans and all that.

In Part Ten, Nick took a bit of gamble, giving Grace an unexpected push towards her desire to submit and, last we saw him, he had her in a somewhat compromising position in a not-so-private place. She’s not exactly complaining, though …

* A quick word of caution: this episode is considerably more explicit than those previously published, so if sexual content offends you, please don’t read any further.

 

THE GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS – PART ELEVEN

 

Nick felt as if his dick was about to explode. And having Grace’s wet pussy inches from his face was pure torture. It took everything he had not to slam her against the Defender and shove himself inside her, but he knew doing so would be an appallingly bad idea. Aside from the fact that they were barely concealed from passers-by, Grace absolutely needed to understand that he was the one calling the shots, that he had a grip on both her and himself. An out-of-control fuck against the side of his car would demonstrate exactly the opposite.

He could hear Grace’s breathing coming in almost incontrollable gulps as she tried to steady herself, to get a handle on both her arousal and her nervousness. As she subtly shifted her weight, her wet scent increased in intensity, the fragrance drifting across the very short distance between them.

It was like being punched in the solar plexus.

If Nick had had any doubts about his strategy, about unceremoniously pushing Grace towards her desires, her obvious excitement at what he was doing to her put paid to them.

Forcing himself to breathe through his mouth in an attempt to avoid the damp perfume assaulting his nostrils, he once again tightened his hold Grace’s thighs.

‘Grace, I believe I gave you an order. I want to see those fingers buried in that pussy of yours. Now.’

Grace had tensed following his initial command but at his reiteration she stiffened even further. Nick half expected her to disobey his instructions and prepared himself for another assault on her nipple in reprimand but, to his surprise, Grace’s right hand tentatively reached down, her fingers coming to rest against the bare skin of her outer labia. Then she froze momentarily, as if preparing herself for what she was about to do. Nick both felt and saw her whole body contract, her struggle to obey his instructions clearly broadcast through the tension of her posture, and then, suddenly, her stiffness disappeared and she brushed her index and middle fingers across her swollen clitoris. Gently at first and then, after a few strokes, with more certainty. Within seconds, her fingers and clit were slick and glistening from the moisture flowing from her body and soft, wet sounds began to escape the folds of her cunt.

The visual, despite the gloom of the night, was arresting.

‘Good, Grace.’ Nick had to throw everything he had into keeping his voice steady and firm. ‘Keep going unless I tell you to stop.’

Jesus. Nick was no masochist but watching Grace masturbate and not allowing himself to act upon her obvious arousal was self-inflicted brutality at its worst.

With every stroke of her fingers, Grace’s clitoris became more and more swollen. More engorged. And then her middle finger disappeared momentarily, dipping between her plump folds. When it appeared again, Grace ran it over her clit, the length of it glossy with moisture in the dim light – undoubtedly as a result of being inside her.

Nick’s response to the visual was a hammer-blow of vicious need. His balls tightened and he felt a telltale dribble leak from the head of his cock.

‘Do that again. Two fingers.’

Grace groaned softly, whether from arousal or protest he couldn’t tell, but this time there was no hesitation in following his command; her middle and index fingers skimmed quickly the across her swollen, pink lips and then disappeared into the soft, damp well between them, her thumb gently grazing across her clit as she did so. This time, she left her fingers buried inside herself for slightly longer and when they emerged it was only momentarily. Almost immediately, she shoved them back into her pussy, clearly desperate for the friction and sense of fullness they gave her.

Nick forced his gaze up Grace’s face. Despite his earlier command to watch what was happening to her, her eyes were squeezed tightly closed in concentration. But this time he didn’t attempt to correct her slip-up. She was exactly where he wanted her; lost in the sensations she was experiencing, focussed entirely on the movements of her fingers between her legs and his instructions to touch herself. For now, it was enough.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in her face gradually increased until, suddenly, Grace jerked involuntarily, arching away from the door of the Defender and leaning her weight into his hands, which were still clamped around her thighs. And then her legs started to tremble as the first tendrils of a building orgasm began to grow and wrap themselves around her. He was sorely tempted to drop his eyes as the wet sounds from her pussy increased in volume and frequency, undoubtedly the result of Grace riding her fingers with increasingly frantic movements, but above all else Nick wanted to see her face as she came, the moment that the orgasm over-ran her and she truly let herself go.

Abruptly, he stood up, aligning his body with hers and shifting his hands up slightly to hold her hips. Up close, the intensity of her expression as she strained towards climax was mind-blowing. Every few seconds her brow wrinkled in frustration, her body reaching out for what it could sense hovering so close to it but not quite able to make the connection. After studying her for a few seconds, Nick bought his left hand up from her hip, over the bodice of her dress, and clamped his fingers down on her right nipple. Hard.

The result was immediate and explosive.

Grace’s entire body bowed against him as an orgasm ripped through her body and she lost any ability to stand upright. He immediately dropped his weight forwards, sandwiching her against the car in an effort to keep her on her feet and bringing his hand up from her nipple to cover the scream that she was valiantly trying to hold in. As soon as his palm made contact with her lips, he felt the sting of her teeth as the scraped against his skin; both felt and heard the muffled cry that escaped her throat.

For long moments, Grace’s body continued to shake against his, her face like that of a saint in ecstasy, until, finally, the orgasm subsided, leaving her boneless and wilted against him.

Nick gradually became aware that the hand she had used to touch herself was trapped uncomfortably between them, digging into his rock-hard erection, but he was reluctant to move his body from hers – one, because she couldn’t yet stand up on her own and, two, because the urge to stay close to Grace and make sure that she was okay after the sexual rollercoaster ride he’d forced her to take was overwhelming.

Her eyes opened – and the mixture of satiation and shock in them was startling. Nick slowly removed the hand that was still covering her mouth and moved it back to her waist, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he did so. He made no move to speak – simply allowed himself to look at her and she at him. To absorb their new knowledge of one another in the darkness. Eventually, though, the sharp sound of an ambulance siren a couple of streets away broke the spell and Grace began to wriggle against him.

‘You’re squashing me.’

‘I know. I don’t want you to fall.’ Yet even as he spoke, Nick moved his body backwards slightly to give her a little more room. Almost immediately, Grace jerked her arm out from between them – and then both of her hands were touching his as she tried to push them away from her waist and pull her dress down.

‘Grace.’

Her hands froze over his and her eyes flew up to meet his at his gentle, yet firm tone.

‘We’re not done. Did I give you permission to cover yourself?’

She visibly swallowed but despite her obvious discomfort at being forced to leave herself exposed, she shook her head and dropped her hands to her sides in compliance.

Nick smiled. Apparently orgasms made Grace slightly less argumentative.

‘First, are you okay?’

She nodded slowly.

‘Good. Do you think you can stand on your own? You do have permission to speak now, by the way,’ he added belatedly.

‘I … yes, I think so.’

‘I think so …?’

A flash lit off in her hazel eyes – Nick recalled how difficult she’d found saying ‘sir’ from the first time they’d played together – but Grace managed to control herself and mumble the forgotten word despite her obvious distaste. He chose to ignore her delivery – for now. They’d certainly have to work on the way she addressed him in the future but right at this moment? He had other things on his mind. He inclined his head in response to her belated acknowledgement of his status before continuing.

‘Good. But I want you to let me know if you feel unsteady, all right?’

‘Okay.’ A pause. ‘Sir.’

Nick moved a little further backwards but still didn’t relinquish his hold on Grace or her rucked-up dress.

‘Grace, you do realise that you just did – willingly, I might add – everything that you ran from last night, don’t you?’

Her widening eyes as she absorbed his words told him that his subtle re-enactment of their disastrous first time together had, until now, completely escaped her. He continued. ‘You did what I asked, when I asked you to, without question. I didn’t blindfold you, but you shut your eyes when I told you to and kept them closed. And when you disobeyed me, you accepted the reprimand – although I suspect you enjoyed being corrected more than you were supposed to.’ He allowed his words to sink in, watching as Grace confronted the truth of his words.  ‘In fact, the only real difference was that we weren’t being watched by Tristan and Caelan, although the threat of potential passers-by was, or should I say, is,’ he said, as he looked unhurriedly around, ‘almost equivalent.’

Grace opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.

‘Clearly, Grace, you can submit. And what’s more, you enjoy it. That orgasm of yours was fucking dynamite.’

Even in the dark, Nick could tell Grace was blushing at his words.

‘Which brings me to my last point before I let this dress of yours down.’ Nick allowed himself to smile slightly. ‘I believe I wanted to see how wet you are, Grace, and I don’t think I’ve yet got a full understanding.’

Grace visibly recoiled, the lassitude and compliance of her post-orgasmic state clearly no longer enough to prevent her brain challenging his order.

‘But … you … ’ Grace tripped over her words, ‘You saw … everything.’ The last word was almost choked, her mortification evident.

‘While I saw quite a bit, I doubt I saw ‘everything’, Grace.’ He paused, moving so that his face was mere millimetres from hers. ‘Put your fingers inside yourself and then remove them for me, please.’

Her look of shock was priceless and he wished it wasn’t so dark so he could see all the nuances of her surprise playing out across her face. But it didn’t last long. Instead of defying his order, she shoved her right hand back down between her legs, glaring defiantly at him as she did so, trying to overrun her discomfort at his request with bravado. In response, Nick increased his grip on her, digging his fingers into her hips, broadcasting his displeasure at the manner of her acquiescence. He was rewarded with a startled squeak, and then in a voice so quiet, so embarrassed, it was almost a whisper, Grace said, ‘I … I’ve done it. Sir.’

Nick pulled back slightly, letting go of Grace’s waist has he did so. The skirt of her dress fell to her knees, covering her nakedness as he grasped her wrist in one of his hands, raising it between them so it was level with his lips. Slowly and deliberately, his gaze locked on hers, he sucked her moist fingers into his mouth, running his tongue down the length of them to remove all traces of her arousal. Grace sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t pull away.

Her taste was fucking fantastic – sharp and tangy – and Nick couldn’t help but fantasise about tying her down and smacking and licking her gorgeous little cunt until it dripped against his mouth. But that wouldn’t be tonight, despite his cock’s protests to the contrary.

When he finally released her fingers, Grace’s hand was trembling.

Nick mentally got a grip on himself before crouching down, reaching beneath her dress, grabbing hold of the knickers that were still at half-mast around her thighs and pulling them down her legs. He tapped her calves to indicate that she should step out them. ‘I don’t ever want to see you wearing these – or any other pants – in my presence again.’

He stood up, the offending lingerie balled in his right hand.

‘And you’re more than wet, by the way. You’re soaked.’

With that, Nick bundled a silent Grace into his car and tried to ignore the faint, lingering taste of her on his lips as he drove her home.

She still hadn’t said a word by the time they’d pulled up in front of her old Edwardian, and she even managed to remain mute as he walked her to her front door. As she went to put her key in the lock, Nick leaned in and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

‘Friday. My house. Eight o’clock sharp. That gives you three days to think about things. If you decide not to turn up, we’ll never mention this – or last night – again. But if you do choose to come, make no mistake; I’ll push you. Are we clear?’

Grace was still for a long time, her eyes searching his in the glare of her porch light. Eventually, she nodded. Once.

‘Okay then.’ Nick leaned forward and gently brushed his lips across hers before releasing her from his grip. He turned and walked down her garden path, fighting the urge to look back.

The ball was now firmly in Grace’s court.

He just hoped she thought the orgasm she’d had was as spectacular as he did.

……

Enjoying the story? Click here to read part twelve of The Garden of Earthly Delights.

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