Chapter 25

Tori awoke when the bindings on her legs were tightened and groaned. Good God! Hasn’t the man had enough? How can he possibly have anything left? The weak light visible at the edges of her blindfold told her it was morning, but barely. Throughout the long hours of the night, Richie had possessed her body over and over until she was sure they were both raw. Her breasts ached and she was sure she’d never walk right again.

Slender fingers rubbed her nipples, then traced her cleft before sliding deep inside, spreading....something. She could smell....berries and....vanilla. What’s he got now? More pudding? Jam? No, it didn’t feel right for either of those. Lube? Despite her soreness, she was intrigued to see what he had planned.

Richie set aside the lubricant, leaned back and waited to see her reaction. It wasn’t long in coming. It started with the slight shifting of her shoulders and upper torso, then continued down until her hips were lifting and undulating.

“Mmmm. Richie? What is that?” Everywhere he’d spread...whatever it was...was feeling...well...hot. And changing positions didn’t help.  “Babe, you gotta do something. It’s hot.”

It certainly is! And the sight of her writhing beside him was making him hot too! Unable to resist any longer, he rolled over, positioned himself and slowly buried his throbbing erection in her heated depths. Both of them winced as already chafed flesh was abraded even more. He really should have stopped a few hours ago, but all those lonely nights in Europe  - and the rest of the tour for that matter – away from her had given him nothing but time to think up delicious ways to torture her. Even the phone sex sessions had only fuelled his fire. And the truth of the matter was that even after all their time together he still couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted her more today than he did the day they met. He was just happy – and amazed - that his body was able to keep up!

Bracing his weight on his elbows, he held himself so that his chest grazed her already taut nipples and began to move in a steady rhythm, not too slow, but not too fast either.

“Ooooh.” Tori groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?” But despite her protest, and to her great surprise, her body very quickly matched his rhythm. Jesus! How can my body want any more?

Richie smirked, then bent to capture her mouth with his.  Lips clung and teased, tongues licked and savoured, teeth nibbled and scraped. Even when Tori turned her head and broke the kiss to scream her pleasure, he didn’t stop. He just turned his attention to her ear and neck. His repetitive thrusts became harder and more intense.

“Oh! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” Her body started to convulse. “RICHIE!”

“Tori!” Her channel clamped down on him like a vice and dragged him over the edge with her. “Fuck!” He dropped his head to rest his forehead on the mattress above her shoulder.

“No more...please babe....no more.” Tori panted and pleaded.

Richie nodded his head and kissed her neck. “I’m done.” Easing from her body, he removed her restraints and rolled over onto his back beside her.

Tori pulled off the blindfold and curled up against him, stifling a groan as she moved. “Happy birthday honey. I hope you enjoyed your present.” And I’m glad it only comes around once a year!

“Thanks angel. It was a fantastic present.” He wondered if she realized that the real gift was her complete and total surrender to him and whatever he wanted to do to her, trusting him to bring her pleasure, not pain.

Several hours later, Tori rolled over, stretched and groaned. A large hand settled on her stomach and rubbed lightly.

“Morning..er..afternoon angel. Do you want food or a bath first? Or do you want to go back to sleep?”

“I think the baby probably needs some food first. Then I’ll have a good soak...and take a nap.” 

He handed her a menu. “If you will make your selections, milady, I’ll place your order and see that you – and the Chickpea - are served directly.”

Tori reached up to caress his cheek, a grin curving her lips at his nasal British accent. Sobering, she took the menu and sniffed haughtily. “See that you do Richard. And immediately afterwards I shall require a hot bath, followed by a massage with the lavender lotion, and the lotion Kiki sent to ease sore muscles.” A feminine brow rose. “I trust that you have that lotion.”

“Yes milady. I took the liberty of obtaining some prior to this trip.”

“Good. I like a man with brains as well as brawn.” She started to sit up and throw her legs over the side of the bed, but stopped and groaned again. Holding up her arms, she eyed him expectantly. “Carry me to the bathroom please.”

“Yes milady.” He scooped her into his arms. “Is this where the brawn comes in?”

“For starters.”

After a good meal – well, Tori thought it was a good meal, Richie just tried not to gag while he watched her put ketchup on her Greek salad and dip her chicken souvlaki in mustard – and a long soak in a hot tub, Tori was ready for a nap.

After Richie had set her on the bed, she laid back and he went to work with lotion on her sore muscles. He took his time, his fingers kneading her supple flesh and caressing her soft skin.

Something in the way he touched her had her looking at him with a mixture of shock and apprehension. “You can’t!”

It took him a minute to grasp her meaning. “Honestly?” He glanced down his body. “No. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy touching you. The day that happens, call the undertaker.”

Tori chuckled, laid back and gave herself into his soothing care. When he was finished, she patted the mattress beside her. “Now come here and hold me while I sleep.”

“Yes milady.” Stretching out next to her, he got comfortable and held his arms open wide. When she cuddled close, he wrapped them around her and pulled her even closer.

“Mama! Daddy!”

As soon as the door opened, Stevie ran into the room and climbed onto the couch beside his mother.

“Hi Peanut!” Tori hugged him. “Did you have a good time at Aunt Dot’s?”

“Uh huh.” He nodded. “Me and Bean and Stephie and Jesse and Jakey and Romey went simming, and Rocco came and payed wif Romey’s Tansformers.”

Tori winked at Ava, then listened with rapt attention to her son’s recitation of everything that happened in Redbank since she’d left.

“You’re early.” Richie commented to Jon as he walked in, Lauren in his arms.

“Hoping to drop off Miss Chatters All Night here and grab a nap before the interviews.” Jon plunked his niece onto her mother’s lap and kissed Tori’s cheek. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Tori restrained the urge to point out that he couldn’t be all that annoyed with Lauren since he was the one carrying her instead of passing her off to Ava. She looked down at her daughter. “Did you keep Uncle Jon up all night?”

Lauren just giggled and held her arms out to her father, who, of course, immediately picked her up.

“Dey was seeping on the couch dis morning.” Stevie informed his mother.

At his sister’s knowing smirk, Jon grimaced and muttered. “Ratted out by a three year old.” He headed for the door. “See you guys later.” Knob in hand, he paused and glanced back at Tori. “Will you join us tonight?”

“I didn’t bring any stage clothes.”

“Wear that purple sundress you had on when you got here.” Richie suggested.

“You think that’ll work?” She looked at Ava for her opinion. Ava considered for a moment, then nodded.

“It sure worked for me.” Dark brows waggled.

Ava snickered. Jon just rolled his eyes. “Whatever. We’ll talk setlist at dinner.”