Thandie hauls in the very nice, sleek, black bag of pamphlets and folders, setting it on the table with a theatrical sigh. "This is a bit daunting," she admits to herself, starting to pull it out of the bag, and then she decides she doesn't have to do it right now. "I need a glass of wine. And some chocolate."
Simon pokes his head in. "I can supply both," he says. "I've got a nice red breathing, and some truffles."
"You," Thandie says decisively, "are an angel." She goes to him and wraps her arms around his neck, pressing close and kissing him gently. "There's...so much there. It was an hour of explanations, Simon. An hour. Just to tell me how to fill out the paperwork."
"I know, love." Simon turns away and returns in a moment with the wine and truffles. "Sit yourself down at the table and I'll rub your shoulders."
"Well, I don't need that yet," Thandie grins, "but I will after I've done all this." She's following his movements, trying not to get in his way, and yes, she feels a bit like she's chasing after him; they haven't had near enough time together. Not alone, anyway.
Simon grins and leans forward to kiss her softly. "Let me know if you need help."
"I'll start in a little while," Thandie hedges, and she looks into Simon's eyes, concerned. "I've worked my way into your home and your boy, your whole life, and..." She hesitates. "I feel as though I haven't connected with you enough."
"Well, we can fix that," Simon replies with a smile. "Why don't we take our wine into the living room and just relax for a while?"
"I'd like that," Thandie says quietly. She carries her glass in after him and then settles to the sofa, wanting to wrap around him but nervous about it anyway.
"Simon," she adds after a pause, toying with her wine glass, "I feel as though I've connected more with Jon than with you."
"That's not necessarily a bad thing. You and I have known each other a long time, and you and Jon have some catching up to do by comparison." Simon laces his fingers through hers. "We can make an effort to have some more one-on-one time, and I think that will make a difference. Is there anything in particular you're concerned about?"
"No, just..." Thandie sighs, then shakes her head. "No."
Simon wraps his arm around her and pulls her close. "C'mon, love. Talk to me."
"I don't know, maybe it's...just that I'm afraid I don't know how to balance all of this newness. And...Simon, I've fallen for Jon. You know that, right? And part of me feels like the luckiest woman on the planet, and part of me feels like an intruder."
"You are most definitely not an intruder," Simon assures her. "And I'm glad you and Jon are feeling so strongly for each other. I was hoping that would happen." He kisses her softly. "If you need to slow down a bit, I understand. You've got so much new going on, between us, and the club, and all the new kinky stuff."
"I should slow down," Thandie says, "but God, Simon, I don't want to." She kisses him softly and sighs, resting their foreheads together. "You know me; I don't do anything unless it's full-on."
"I know," Simon replies, thumbs stroking her face. "It's one of the things that's so attractive about you. At least know this - there's no pressure from me on anything. You work things out at your own pace, all right?"
"I know." Thandie catches his hand and presses a kiss to his palm. "Thank you." She kisses him again, then again, just wanting to show him some of the adoration she feels.
Simon kisses back. "You know, you might be able to use a little relaxation before tackling that paperwork." He waggles his eyebrows at her.
Giggling, Thandie leans her forehead on his shoulder. "I might at that," she grins, and she scoots around until she's straddling him, hands on his shoulders. "What'd you have in mind?"
Simon slides his arms around her waist, kissing her softly. "I'm sure we can think of someting. What would help you relax the most?"
Wriggling her hips a little, Thandie murmurs, "I haven't had a chance to share my secret with you," and she grins hugely, "and Jon told me you'd just adore knowing how much I like my ass played with..."
Simon groans softly and kisses her. "I think you need to show me. Let's go find ourselves some supplies and a flat surface."
Sliding down off his lap, Thandie lets her grin turn coy. "What kind of supplies are you thinking--something other than just lube, I'm assuming?" She keeps her hand in his right up until the point when she decides to start undressing, and then she's peeling out of her t-shirt right there in the hallway.
"Well, it depends on what kind of play you want," Simon replies, reaching out to rub his thumb over one pert nipple. "Do you want penetration of any sort, or just external play."
"Actually," Thandie says a little throatily, eyes sliding half-shut at the pleasure, "I was thinking you should fuck me." She tucks her hands under the hem of his shirt and slides them up, just touching for now.
Simon kisses her, hands on her ass. "Oh? You'll need to clarify that, you know."
God, Thandie has no idea why this is always so hard to talk about. Maybe that's why she hasn't had much satisfaction in this area. She squirms against his hands. "Anal sex. You fuck me that way, and...I can use a toy." She kisses him again, then purrs, "Makes me wish Jon were here...you could both fuck me."
"God, I was hoping you were going to say that." Simon kisses her hard. "We definitely have to do that at some point, but for now, I'll be happy to fuck you." Simon bites her neck. "Bedroom. Naked."
Thandie finishes the trip to the bedroom and kicks off her sandals, then peels out of her jeans. She's wearing skimpy little lace panties, almost a thong but not quite. Soon as she's down to those, she turns to help him undress, kissing him hungrily in between.
Simon kisses her just as hungrily, squirming out of his clothes as fast as possible. "Have you done this before?" he asks, feeling stupid for asking but wanting to be sure one way or the other.
"Not like this, no," Thandie admits. "I've tried to play with toys a bit, and I have one that actually penetrates both, but I've never done it with anyone." Stretching out on the bed, she watches him as he grabs lube and a dildo. "With Jonas...he barely used his thumb while he fucked me. I thought I was going to pass out, the orgasm was so good." Just that memory has her squirming again, squeezing her thighs together.
"Then we'll take plenty of time. Have you ever been rimmed?"
Thandie nods. "Not a lot, but a few times." She laughs. "Never as often as I'd like." Beckoning to him, she pushes up to get her arms around him and kiss him again.
Simon pulls her close, kissing her and teasing one finger under the band of her thong. "Shame, really, that more people don't realize women like having their bums played with too. I'd love to put you on your stomach and tie your wrists to the bed. What do you think?"
"Mmmmm." Thandie grins hugely. "That sounds like an afternoon well-spent. Very relaxing."
"All right." Simon kisses her again. "On your stomach, lovely girl." He gets up and fetches some padded leather cuffs, as well as condoms, a dildo, and the edible lube. "You'll have to trust me to fuck you and use the toy on you, but I assure you, I've done this before." He grins at her.
"You have?" But then Thandie has to remember he's been doing this a while, and she thinks about that. "What else have you done like this?" Not for the first time--and certainly not for the last--she realizes exactly how much she has to learn.
"I'd rather tell you later - or better yet, show you," Simon replies with a little smirk. "Talk later, fuck now."
Thandie turns over, throwing him a look over her shoulder. "I do trust you, you know," she tells him. "You and Jon both." And there's a little skip in her heartbeat when she adds, "With everything."
That's so amazing, so important that Simon has to lean up and kiss her softly. "You have no idea how glad we are to have you," he murmurs against her mouth. For a moment he lingers there, then pulls away and picks up the cuffs. "Ready?"
"Yes," she murmurs just a little shakily. She is ready, though, and the tremor in her voice is all arousal. She presents her wrists for him so he can cuff her to the headboard.
Simon cuffs her hands gently, kissing each wrist before securing it to the headboard. "Here we go. Comfortable?"
"Yes," she whispers. She's played a little with bondage before, but this feels so different, and she's never used cuffs. "These are..." Thandie laughs softly. "These are really cool." Giving them an experimental tug, she squirms on the bed and then goes still.
Simon thinks he knows that kind of stillness, and he grins to himself. "All right, little girl. Let's get this pretty thong off of you. It's in my way." He tugs it down and off, then slides his hands slowly up the backs of her thighs to cup and squeeze her ass. "Let me see what I'm going to be fucking." He holds her open with his thumbs, making a show of gazing down at her asshole even though she can't see what he's doing very well. She can feel him holding her open and that's enough. "Lovely." He bends and drags his tongue up the cleft of her ass, one long, slow lick.
Thandie can feel herself growing hot as he stares at her, holding her open, and that lick...it never fails to amaze her how shocking and a little humiliating and good it is. She squirms and moans, voice going soft.
"Oh, we like that, do we, little girl?" Simon licks again. "So we do." He settles down and begins rimming her thoroughly, listening closely to every little noise and revelling in the scent of her arousal drifting up from her wet pussy.
"Yes." Thandie's moans go soft and breathless now, and she's squirming harder, alternately trying to grind down into the bed and up against his mouth, though neither seem to be getting her where she needs to go.
"What I want to know, little girl," Simon mumurs, "is how badly you want my cock in this sweet little ass."
"Oh, fuck," Thandie moans, pushing upward searchingly, and she tosses her hair out of her face to look back at him over her shoulder. "You know I want it," she half-growls. "You know I want it a lot."
"That's what I like to hear." Simon reaches for the lube, making sure the dildo and condoms are also handy. He slicks two fingers to start, then rubs his fingertips over Thandie's anus. He's just trying to relax her right now, get her to where she's aching for it.
Letting out something like a mewl, Thandie rocks back toward his fingers, shifting her hips. "That's really good, Simon..." And she knows he's teasing her, and she loves it.
"Mm." He presses his middle finger in slowly, admiring the way her hips roll back to meet his touch. "Lovely girl," he praises, smoothing his free hand over her back and bending to press a kiss to her shoulder.
It feels so good, all soft, achy pleasure, and when she squirms again it intensifies. "Don't stop," she pleads, nudging up to try to get more of everything he's offering. The sheet is crushed into her hand, and now she's rocking her ass up and down. It's not quite enough, and he knows it.
"I'm not going to stop until you're coming with my cock in your lovely ass." Simon bends and bites her shoulder gently, then reaches for the lube, squirting a little more onto his hand before working his index finger into her next to his middle. He pumps them in and out carefully, moving to kiss the nape of her neck.
Spreading her legs a little more, Thandie moans and reaches back to cup his cheek in her hand. She loves how affectionate he is, even when he's doing something most would regard as utterly nasty. Her hips work restlessly, but now she's letting him do what he will; she needs to learn to give up control like this.
Simon spreads his fingers a little, stretching her gently, and finally, he judges that she's ready. He reaches for a condom with his free hand, tearing the package open awkwardly with his teeth while continuing to work his fingers inside her. He only pulls them out when he needs his other hand to get the condom on and lubed, and then he nudges her up into a better position and kneels behind her, holding his cock steady and nudging the head at her hole. "Ready, little girl?"
"Yes," she manages shakily. "Yes, please, Sir, fuck me..." She tries to nudge back, hands working in the cuffs. This is why Jon is so hooked on submission, this feeling right now, and somehow she feels there's more to it than this.
Slowly, carefully, Simon presses his cock into her, hyper-alert for any sign of discomfort. "Tight," he groans through clenched teeth, "fuck, little girl, such a tight little ass..." He rests his hands on her hips, not holding on too firmly, just enjoying the feel of her smooth, soft skin under his palms.
At once, Thandie realizes why it is she's always loved this so well. "Hurts," she gasps, and then she lets out a broken, joyful little laugh. "Fucking love that." She's always thought of it as just a different kind of pleasure, but now she knows--she gets off on the pain. Knowing that, owning it, feels incredible, and she rocks her hips up to encourage him in harder.
"Oh, you like that, don't you, little girl?" Simon's voice is thick with lust. "Like having a nice hard cock fucking your ass." His thrusts become longer and deeper, just a little more force behind them. "Don't worry, I'm gonna give you exactly. What. You. Need." He punctuates each of the last few words with sharp, hard thrusts, determined to drive her crazy.
It is exactly what she needs, and as he fucks her, she's sliding in tiny increments up the bed, knees slipping under her. It's exactly the insane roughness she wanted from this, deep and hard and sending an ache through her with every thrust. "P-please," she finally gasps out, hands in fists now.
Simon growls deep in his throat, letting himself hold her hips tighter and fuck her harder. "Please what?" he rasps. "I want to hear you ask for what you want."
"Please, Sir," she manages, rocking up harder, "need to come, please..." There's more, though, and she makes herself say it, though her face heats up and her stomach goes fluttery. "Need to hurt more." That's the first time she's ever asked for that, and it's scary and fucking good.
"I think I promised you something more." He reaches for the dildo and, pausing in his strokes and resting his weight on one elbow, he slides it into her pussy. If he moves slowly, he can manage both at once, thrusting his cock and the dildo in alternate sharp rhythm, hard enough to hurt in a very good way. "What about that, little girl?" he asks.
As soon as she feels the dildo against her, Thandie is sucking in a shaky breath, and then when it's buried she sobs that breath out again. "Ohgod," she gasps, fingers curling and uncurling, and yes, it hurts beautifully, and she's trying to breathe and move and register everything he's doing to her--and then orgasm explodes through her at once, her shocked, eager cries filling up the room before she even knows it's going to hit her.
That's so fucking gorgeous that Simon can't hold back any longer - a few more rough thrusts and he's coming, slumping over her and trying to catch his breath. "Good God, little girl," he murmurs, nipping her shoulder affectionately as he removes both the dildo and his own self carefully from her. "You all right?"
Thandie nods quickly, then sighs, melting into the bed. She feels achy and shivery and tired, but she realizes this is what it's about: she'd do anything for Simon. She'd serve him. It's frightening and calming at once.
Simon pulls the condom off and knots it, then tosses it in the wastebasket. He lies down and pulls her close - he'll deal with cleanup in a minute, but right now she needs to be held, and he needs to hold her. He kisses the top of her head. "Lovely, lovely Thandie."
Twining around him, Thandie lets out a sigh and a little shiver as she presses her thighs together and a last little aftershock twitches through her. She doesn't know how to speak to what she's feeling right now, but maybe she doesn't have to.
Simon kisses her temple. "In a bit when you're up to it, we'll go have a nice long bath, hm? Just relax."
"That sounds perfect, Sir." Thandie's voice is soft and she cups his cheek, her touch light. As attracted as she was to him when they first met, she never thought she'd get a chance to feel this way about him.