Sarabande, Ch. 4
Stella was jolted out of her doze by the sound of laughter and pounding footsteps in the hallway. She picked out Tracy’s voice, strident amidst the pandemonium, and, posing herself to look as if she’d been fighting her captivity, whipped her head around when he came slipping in through the merest crack in the door. He slammed it shut, against a chorus of thuds and catcalls, and grinned delightedly.
”Oh, my lord!” he said. “Look at that! Did you miss me, Stella?”
”What took you so long?” she demanded. “Don’t leave me alone like that, I can’t stand it. I missed you so bad… Come tell me you’re sorry.”
He walked slowly to her side, still smiling, and his hand went up to his mouth as he gazed down at her. She wanted to caress his mouth, the way he was doing. She reached out to touch his knee, noting how his eyes closed briefly, and how he leaned into her hand as she moved up the denim, pushing hard, getting hard. He made a small noise, and covered her hand with his, and she gently withdrew, leaving him holding himself. His eyebrow quirked; “Is that what you want?”
”Mmnn… Just stand like that.” Her arm pillowed her head, to enjoy the sight. In fact, he was stroking himself, surreptitiously, through the soft old denim. –As if I wouldn’t notice that,– Inflamed, she rolled towards him. He stepped back, out of her reach, and she rolled the other way, onto her stomach, in frustration. He was looking at her ass, veiled in black chiffon, and she threw herself to the length of her chains, arching away from him. She brought her free hand down into her crotch, jackknifed back, rolling towards him. She caught a glimpse of his astonished face just before she launched herself away again, and realized what she was doing. Replaying for him his own scenario “Tease Me”, his writhing dance of frustration and lust.
His touch drained her fury abruptly. He straddled her, his hands gentle on her face and neck; “Baby, it’s okay, baby… Freak on me…” She reached up to touch him, where he was touching her, watching his reaction. He let her run her hand across his nipples, but pulled away again when she reached for his belt.
”What are you doing?” she said angrily. And at last he flung himself over her, let her cling to him. Grinding her breasts against his, through the filmy chiffon, his skin silkier than any lingerie. The flames blazed around her again, and his lips were burning wherever they touched. He spread heat down her body. He bit at her inner thigh, and her panting moan pulled an answering moan from him. She pulled her unchained leg up, opening herself to him, and he seared her with his burning mouth. His hands were igniting fire everywhere they went, from the sole of her shackled foot to her armpit. Watching him hump his sleek back, thrusting gently against his Levis; “Tracy,” she stammered; “Take your jeans off, baby,” He ignored her, intent on his work. “Please Tracy… I can see how hard you are, give it to me!” For answer he ran his hand over her buttocks, and slipped his fingers into her cunt. She gripped his hair, one-handed, struggled against her chains, convinced that if she could just get to him, she could get his cock into her. And at the same time his fingers were sending shimmering, electric orgasm through her, until she had to give up the fight and arch back, listening to the shrill sing-song cry coming from her own throat.
”Oh, lord, Stella,” Tracy said softly when it was all over. “Ain’t you truly a freak?” He lay alongside her, stroking her body reverently.
–It’s you. It’s you, Tracy Bell,– “True as you, Tracy Bell,” she said equally softly. “I came looking for you, didn’t I… Because you’re a freak, too, aren’t you?”
”Oh. I knew it, I knew it!” He propped himself up on an elbow to peer into her face. “You drown in light.”
”What?”
You said that, remember? In the car… Oh, I know you were meant for me — Like when someone tells you something that you never told anyone. Like we share this thought…”
She touched his arm, paid tribute to his satin skin. Aloud she said; “Lots of people drown in light, baby.”
”Lots of people drown in water, baby,” he told her emphatically. “That’s my private thought… Just before I come, sometimes.”
”That’s your power vision.”
”That what you call it?” He shook his head and smiled. “Oh, man, ain’t that fearsome.”
”Tracy,” she said coaxingly, “What are you gonna do with that hard-on?”
He sat up; “Baby, I don’t quite know how to put this… Do your fantasies ever include two men at once?”
Stella rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes,,” she said dryly. “Do yours?”
He trailed his fingertips teasingly over her stomach. “Um… do you think… You could see yourself… in such a fantasy tonight?”
”What!” she yelped, and tried to sit up, only to have her arm yanked back by the cuff. She reclined on her elbow, instead.
”Oh, I know you don’t usually do this on a first date,” He grinned at her wary look. “But I’d really like to introduce you to my cousin Tony.”
Stella felt a fresh surge of excitement, mixed with an undeniably sick feeling, her stomach dropping, a little masochistic thrill. “Oh, no, Tracy,” she said urgently. “Look. Its been so nice with us so far… Don’t ask me to do… More than you want, I mean… Look, if you want someone to pull a train, I’ll split now, okay? I’ll send up the best of the starfuckers from downstairs, you can mess with –,” Tracy was shaking his head, vehemently.
”Stella, Stella, I’d never… Baby, Tony is my brother. I love him, like no one else in my life, you dig? I want to share something special with you — We don’t do this often, but I think it’s right, tonight. I know you dig Tony, I saw how you was checking him out at dinner. And he’s so hot for you he’s in his room alone, without no other woman, ‘cause he’s praying for you, think about it –,” She had turned her face away, listening as if to one of his records; “Ooh… don’t you want that? Two men all at once, all for you…” His whispering voice purred in her ear, not headphones but reality, his breath stirring her hair; “We’ll be your slaves, baby, anything you want… anything…”
She sighed, tremulously. He could feel her tremble against him, the heat of her body rising again. His fingertips tingled as if electricity were pouring off her. He had her.
”Come on, tell me… Say it, Stella,” he urged.
”You and Tony… Oh, I do… Yes,” she whispered.
Tracy clasped his hands prayerfully, laying them over his nose and mouth. “Yes, baby,” he sighed. He leaped to the floor, and pounded against a wall. “To-Nay!” he roared, and pounded again.
”What, Tracy!” the wall responded fretfully.
”Get in here, man!”
”I’m sleeping, Trace.”
”Uh-uh, that ain’t right,” Tracy muttered. “I’ll be right back.”
”What’s your problem?” he demanded when Tony opened his door. “You want her, or don’t you?”
”Man, what you doing to her?” Tony complained. “She ain’t gonna have any juice left in her at all.”
”She got more juice in her than us both,” Tracy gloated. “Man, we got us a super freak, tonight… All I did was went down on her, she went off like that. Go see if you can slow her down, horsedick, I can’t.”
”Oh, man,” Tony said. “I’m gonna shove it in that mouth, man. Oh lord, I can’t wait,” He rubbed his hands together.
”Better serve her cooze first, or she’ll bite your dick off!” Tracy said, and then in an abrupt change of mood; “Show her some respect, okay, Tone?” –Wish I’d cut her loose from those cuffs,– he thought.
”Respect? Cousin, I’m gonna worship her,” Tony went to the door, leaving Tracy looking after him, a little surprised.
