Cry to Me

"Bind my wrists."

There were no other sounds, just the sultry whispered words that resonated in his ears along with his own heartbeat. The way she was presenting herself made him wanted nothing more than to use that belt and fuck her three ways from Sunday, making her scream so loud that the neighbors knew his name. But something was holding him back.Inexperience. He stood behind her, fidgeting with the belt, trying to figure out how he would do this. What if he tied it too tight? What if she didn't like it? When does he untie her? What about safe words? Would she need a safe word? Could he actually hurt her? What if he was terrible at it? He was so consumed with his thoughts as he stared at the belt that he didn't see her turn to face him.

Dulci wanted him to dominate her, have his absolute way with her, let him have all of her in every way. She knew he wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but she wanted to show him.When she turned around, she saw how nervous he was, chewing on his bottom lip, staring anxiously at the leather belt draped across his hands.She kissed him, gently brushing the belt out of his hands, letting it hit the floor with a thud.She wanted that with Sidney, but she wanted him the way he was the most comfortable, the way he touched her, the way he made her breath catch as he took his time with her, the way he seemed to penetrate her with his entire body, holding her as her body was racked with the most overwhelming orgasms, and the way he looked at her, like she was the only thing in his world that mattered. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she walked them backwards, slowly lowering him on top of her, never coming up for air.

Sidney leaned up on his elbows, rearranging himself off center between her legs as he looked down at her, eyes oozing with arousal. He took both of her hands and pinned them above her head with his hand.He watched her close her eyes as he slowly traced his fingers down her body, watching her nipple harden as he lightly dragged his fingers over it.He lowered his head, wrapping his lips around it as he lightly grazed his hand lower.He smiled, nipple between his teeth as he felt her involuntarily twitch under his touch, goose bumps breaking out all over her skin.She instantly tried to shut her legs around him when he finally touched her clit, moaning into his shoulder. He took the opportunity to look down, finding it to be very wet, glistening with stimulation, and he wanted nothing more than to taste it.Letting go of her wrists, he lowered himself off the bed, pulling her right onto his face.

“Sid,” she whispered toward the ceiling as he feasted on her, running her hands through his hair until he did something that took her off guard. He pulled her hands off of his head and held them taut against her sides, once again eliminating the chance her to touch him.He smiled triumphantly against her as she dug her nails into his hands, closing her legs tightly around his head, telling him he’ll make her come as he used his tongue to fuck her, pulling her by the arms to meet his face.He flicked his tongue against her clit before he stood up, leaving her spread against the bed, wondering why he stopped.

“Flip over and give me your hands.” He picked the belt up off the floor.He could hear the breath catch in Dulci’s throat as she slowly turned on her stomach, not expecting the change in pace.He took both of her wrists and tied them with the belt before flipping her back over and pulling her almost off the bed.He lifted her bottom half so she was almost vertically upside down, her neck and shoulders the only thing on the bed, fully exposing her to him as he slowly licked her opening.He stuck his tongue in as far as it would go, feeling her clench around it as he held her legs apart.While he was apprehensive at first, he wished he had something to hold her legs open so he could take full advantage with his hands.If she didn’t have something at her house, he would buy it.As he maneuvered his hand close enough to touch her clit, he felt her trying to unzip his pants.He unzipped them, pulling his penis out for her to touch.The sensation almost knocked him over as she jerked him off from her upside down position.

“Spit on my hands,” she gasped half way through a breathy inhale as he pinched her clit. He lifted her further, spitting in the general direction of her hands, groaning as she started to jerk him off again.He continued to fuck her with his tongue, willing himself not to come as she expertly pleasured him.He couldn’t look at her, the way the sweat forming on her forehead, chest, and stomach, the way her breasts framed her face, but the sexiest thing she did was put her mouth on them, sometimes licking, sometimes biting, and it was driving him wild.When she clenched her hands around his penis, he knew she was going to come, especially the way she was stomach breathing, legs stretching and trembling as he rubbed her clit faster.

“OoohhhI’mcoming,” she cried into her own shoulder, involuntarily pushing against him. He continued to touch her clit, watching it happen from his intimate position, giving her clit a kiss before he lowered her back onto the bed, flipping her over and hitching her at the waist, backing her off the bed until her knees were almost off of the edge.Quickly undressing, he slowly pushed into her, all the way in to the point where he was moving her and the duvet across the mattress.He instinctively held onto her hips, but as he looked at the brown belt between her wrists, he decided to use it as a handle, repeating the action again, pushing so far in that he lifted her upper body with her bound arms.

“Ohmygoddothatagain,” she moaned loudly as he cursed under his breath. He knew he wouldn’t last long.She felt too good, and the obscenities that were coming out of her mouth made it hard for him to think straight.

“Fuck me,” she demanded as she looked over her shoulder at him, being met with the hard slam of his hand against her ass as he doubled his pace, holding her down with his hand on her upper back. He hoped the headboard hitting the wall wasn’t as loud on the other side of the wall as it was in their room.He slowed down to his original pace, pulling her by her belted wrists slightly as he used his other hand to squeeze her ass.He wanted to watch her face the second time she came, he wanted to see the immense amount of pleasure that he gave her, the way she always had her mouth in the O shape, bunched forehead as she moaned without reservation.He scooped her up and flipped them both so he was on the bottom, wanting to get the full display as he turned her to face him.He sat up, kissing her fully before leaning her back to take her nipples into his mouth, nipping them gently before lying back down.He thought she would just ride him given the position, but she got up on her feet, squatting onto him, bouncing up and down as he held her ankles.

“Fuck, Dulci,” he groaned, never breaking eye contact with her. He knew he was hitting the right spot when she started to shutter on him, face and chest flushing a deep red as she gave him the face he’d wanted to see again, and again, and again.He never wanted to see anyone else’s orgasm face except hers.Knowing her legs were probably fatigued from the work, he held her knees and started thrusting into her.

“Come for me,” he grunted through clenched teeth between thrusts, doing anything he could to push off his impending orgasm. She couldn’t form words, only movements, nodding her head to tell him she was coming, releasing all over him after he smacked her ass hard, throwing her head back in the most saturating orgasm she’d ever experienced.Sidney pulled her down on top of him, holding her as he thrusted to completion, groaning out loud as she kissed and sucked his neck, eventually finding her way to his mouth as they shared a steamy, satisfied kiss.He delicately removed the belt, tossing it across the room as he brought her on her side next to him, massaging her wrists as they continued to share their intimate kiss.

Sidney looked down at Dulci, brushing damp hair out of her face as she stifled a yawn, huddled against him. She had one eye opened as they looked at each other like a child desperately trying to stay awake.

“Go to sleep,” he chuckled as he kissed her cheek, reaching down to pull the duvet over them.

“I can’t sleep,” she yawned again, covering her mouth until his mouth replaced her hand.

“I think your body is telling you otherwise.” He pulled her on top of him, rubbing her back as he settled in to go to sleep.

“The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner morning arrives and I don’t want you to leave,” she sighed, snuggling her face into his warm chest.

“I don’t want to leave, either,” he squeezed her.

“Then don’t. Call in sick,” she mumbled, twitching slightly as sleep started to take over.

“It doesn’t work quite like that.”

“I know,” she nodded her head.

“You could always quit your job and travel with me,” he joked, wanting to see how she’d respond. He’d never ask her to do it because she was dedicated and passionate about what she did.It was the entire reason he paid for her to go to the conference.

“Uh huh,” she murmured as her breathing became slower and steadier.

“We could spend summers in Canada. You’d love it there.”He kissed the crown of her head before shutting his eyes.

“I love you.”It was almost inaudible, but he made it out, smiling as he returned the sentiment, entwining his fingers with her limp ones as he let the idea of him and Dulci in the future bring him to sleep.

“Good morning and welcome back. Today we will be practicing the techniques for essential orthopedic surgeries in small animals discussed in yesterday’s lecture.”

It has been five days since the conference started. Dulci filled her days with lectures and practical applications.She was so absorbed in the classes and lectures that she barely gave herself enough time to talk to anyone outside of the conference.The experience reminded her of her vet school years, soaking up as much information as possible, sacrificing a social life in order to be among the best of the profession.Dr. Anderson, the lecturer, was one of her surgical rotation professors at Virginia Tech, a man she always looked up to because of his experience and advances in the field.She wanted to be him until she got into general practice.She was in the process of practicing a new positional technique for removing femoral heads when she felt a presence behind her.

“Dulci? I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Dulci closed her eyes, recognizing the voice as Megan King’s, the doctor that replaced her. When she turned to politely greet Megan, she didn’t expect to see her flushed and surprised as if she was caught red-handed.

“I wasn’t expecting to be here, either, but my boyfriend was gracious enough to loan me the money to pay for myself,” she smiled coldly before focusing on the cadaver.

“Do you mind if I watch? I’ve always been impressed with your surgical skills.”The kindness in Megan’s voice made Dulci feel bad, as if she’d been too harsh in the part.Maybe Megan just needed guidance.Maybe Dr. Harrison was right.

“Absolutely. If you’d like, you can watch and do the other leg?” Dulci offered as she reached into the joint, feeling for the abnormality in the femoral head before cutting it off.

“That would be great,” Megan smiled, putting on a surgical gown and gloves, watching in silence as Dulci worked.

“You wanted to become board certified, didn’t you?”

“I did for a while,” Dulci said absentmindedly as she concentrated, almost jumping out of her skin as a hand landed on her shoulder.

“And she still can. In all the years I’ve been teaching, Dulci here was my best student,” Dr. Anderson smiled at both Dulci and Megan.

“And you were my favorite professor,” Dulci chimed as she removed the femoral head, dropping it in the surgical pan.

“Have you taken certification into consideration? I know of at least a dozen surgical internships that would be lucky to have you.”

“I’ve been considering it more, but it would mean relocation,” Dulci explained, feeling somber with the idea of leaving Pittsburgh. If she were single, she’d do it, but the thought of leaving Sidney made her stomach drop.

“Get in touch with me if you ever change your mind,” Dr. Anderson finished, politely excusing himself.

Dulci finished her sutures in silence, thinking about whether or not a long distance relationship was an option. Would Sidney be willing to try if she moved across the country?They hadn’t been together that long and they never discussed their level of commitment.She pushed the neuroses down, handing the surgical instruments to Megan.

“Your turn.”

“I, umm. I’m actually gonna get going.I forgot.. I actually have a lecture soon, so… Thanks for letting me watch,” Megan said quickly as she left in a hurry.Dulci watched her run out of the suite, wondering where she was going.She knew there were no other lectures because it was the last day of the conference.Bewildered, she started practicing her bone graft harvesting.

“I wanted to bring this to your attention in case you were interested in taking on that internship,” Dr. Anderson placed a list of schools and specialty hospitals on Dulci’s surgical table before he walked away. She looked at it blankly, deciding she’d think about it more on the plane ride home later that evening.

Hours later and drunk on surgery, Dulci exchanged her pass for the conference package, tapping her toe anxiously because she was running late and her plane was scheduled to leave in three hours. She still needed to get back to the hotel, pack, then catch a cab to JFK.On the way out of the convention center, she saw Megan and a familiar looking man waiting for an elevator.She watched as the man put his arm around her shoulder, pushing hair behind her ear before kissing her.Megan was married, and that was not her husband, and when the man turned to greet someone, Dulci almost choked on her coffee.It was Dr. Harrison.Dulci smiled at the receptionist, grabbed her conference perks, and walked quickly out of the building, almost throwing herself in front of a cab to stop it.

“Waldorf Astoria, please.”

It all made sense. Dulci was booted because Harrison was sleeping with Megan and they could be together in New York without their respective spouses knowing.It was information she didn’t want to know.

As the cab pulled into the valet, Dulci quickly paid, speed walking into the hotel, wanting to get into her room immediately. As she walked to the elevator bay, her cellphone rang.

“How was it?”

“It was fantastic. I’ll never be able to thank you enough,” Dulci told Sidney as she entered the elevator.

“And, I figured out why Harrison booted me from going to the conference. I should’ve guessed it the way he’s been fucking with the schedule.He’s sleeping with Megan King,” Dulci told him with exasperation, finally slowing down as she walked to her hotel room, struggling with the keycard.

“Why won’t my key work?” she mumbled to herself as she pulled the keycard in and out of the slit with no response, juggling her bags and phone in the other hand. As she pushed the card in for the third time, the door opened, scaring Dulci to the point where she dropped her phone and bags, fearing that she was disturbing another hotel patron.She looked at him, trying to process what was happening.She thought she was going through a moment of déjà vu until he pulled her into the room, picking up her bags and phone.

“How are you here?” Dulci questioned as she slowly sat on the bed, lack of sleep and mental exhaustion finally catching up.

“I wanted to take you home,” Sidney sat next to her, kissing her hand through the giant crooked smile on his face.

“Shit, I forgot about the flight,” Dulci jumped up and scrambled around the room, throwing different items in the direction of her suitcase.

“Dulci?” Sidney followed behind, trying to get her attention.

“Would you get my things out of the bathroom for me?”

“Dulci?”

“Where did I put my boarding pass?” Dulci flipped through her folder completely oblivious of Sidney until he snatched it out of her hand, pulling her up to face him.

“I got rid of it,” he told her quietly, finally getting her full attention.

“Come home with me.”

“I will, but our plane leaves in two hours and I’m passless,” Dulci said confused as she looked at her watch.

“Dulci, come home with me,” he repeated. She was thoroughly confused until she realized he was wearing his Team Canada hat.

“To Canada? But I thought you had games?”

“We have a four day break and I want you to meet my family,” he whispered as he kissed her cheek, pulling her into a hug.

“I didn’t think to bring my passport,” she said disappointedly, nuzzling into his neck, inhaling his cologne, afraid that he’d leave without her and they’d go another four days without seeing one another.

“Pff. When you’re with Sidney Crosby, you don’t need a passport,” he scoffed playfully, feigning arrogance.

“Oh my god,” she laughed at him, shoving him lightheartedly before kissing him again. “When does our flight leave?”

“In three hours. I’ll help you pack.”He put her suitcase on the bed, pulling her clothes out of the drawers and neatly placed them in the suitcase.She walked into the bathroom to collect her toiletries, finally digesting her new plans for the weekend.She was going to Canada for the first time with the man that she loved.

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