Holiday Romp

Carson March
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Published over 2 years ago
Chapter 5

Holiday Romp (Part 5)

I woke up the next morning feeling like I’d run a marathon. My thigh muscles were aching, my arms were sore. Half awake, I rolled over onto my back to stretch and stare at the ceiling. 

Will and I had gone back to the party last night after our beach escapades, and even though both of us would have been just as happy to disappear again up to one of our rooms, we stayed with our friends, dancing, laughing, and ordering too many piña coladas instead. 

It was a good idea in the long run - circling each other in public had my heart racing all night long as we flirted and caught one another’s eyes. Will patted me on the bum, touched my arm, and pressed himself up behind me every time he passed by. He leaned in to whisper dirty things every few minutes, keeping me blushing and on the edge of intense arousal the entire time. 

When we all finally wandered back to our rooms at about 2 in the morning, Will pulled me back from the group and started to ramble. 

“I want to invite you in. But we’ve had a lot to drink, like way beyond a bit tipsy. I want to do things to you and it’s killing me to not do them right now, but our heads both need to be screwed on properly or it’s no good.” 

“Oh, ok,” I said. I was at a loss for words. Wasn’t drunk usually the state where men pushed you for more, not less? 

I must have looked confused, because he rushed to explain. 

“Trust me, it’s not easy … fuck I’m tempted to tell you to come up and we’ll just cuddle and go to sleep but I won’t be able to keep my hands off you if you’re there. I just don’t want you doing things you haven’t really consented to … and drunk is not conducive to consent. In fact, it’s not consent at all.” 

I blinked. Then smiled. 

“I agree,” I said. 

“So you’ll come over as soon as you wake up then right?” 

“I’ve had so much to drink I might still be drunk when I wake up.” 

He laughed. 

“Good point. Ok, wake up, drink a lot of water, take a shower, have breakfast, grab some Tylenol and then come straight to my room.” 

I pretended I was thinking about his offer, looking skyward to ponder. 

He leaned into my ear and whispered: “I’ll tie you up and do wicked things to you.” 

I laughed. 

“Do you travel with rope?” I asked.

“I’m quite resourceful. I’ll take a nip down to the board-and-boat rental first thing in the morning… I’m sure they can help me out,” he grinned. 

“You’re serious.” 

“Totally. You have no idea how much I want to tie you up in my bed.” 

“No one’s ever done that to me,” I said. I could feel the late hour and the booze and my own naivete combining to make me suddenly feel a mounting trepidation over the entire thing. 

“I know,” he said knowingly. “We go slow – so slow you’ll be begging me to go faster, I promise. And a safe word, and if you say it, we stop immediately, no questions asked.” 

“Safe word like… banana? Boogie-woogie? Gubernatorial?” 

He grinned. 

“I think just stop would be best,” he answered. 

Stop. Ok, that seems pretty easy.” 

“I will make sure you don’t need to use it. Trust me,” he said. “I am not going to hurt you.” 

“Isn’t that what every serial killer probably says before they do something crazy?” 

“I want you to tell your friends where you’re going and what you’re doing – my room number, my name, and tell them you will check in by text at a set time.” 

“I can’t tell them this!” 

“Yes you can and you will. It will make you feel safer that they know where you are.” 

He was right and dammit if his careful consideration of the entire proceedings wasn’t actually hot as fuck. When did discussing the nuances of consent and safety become so… sexy?

“All right. I’ll tell them.” 


Laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, the bright morning sun peeking in around the window blinds, my face burned just thinking about doing as he’d suggested. But he was right: I’d feel better knowing I was safe, with my T’s crossed and my I’s dotted. 

As luck would have it, my roomie woke up just then and wandered to the bathroom. When she came back out, she headed to my bed and flopped down next to me. 

“I’m so hung over,” she said.

I laughed. “Yeah, my head is not the best.” 

“I think it’s a pool day. No touristing today. Just pool. Let’s get the others organized to meet down there.”

I paused for a moment. Just say it, Kat. Don’t be such a wuss.

“Umm, actually, I have a… date. Sort of. A date thing. With Will, the guy from last night?”

She grinned. 

“Wow, you move fast!” 

I laughed. 

“Well, not really, it started the other day when I missed the bus.”

“Have you already…” 

“We have.” 

“And?” 

“And it was fabulous.” 

She laughed again, then put her hand to her forehead. 

“Ow, my head. Don’t make me laugh! Ok well, you better get up and get going.” 

“Yep. Umm… Listen, he asked me to tell you I’ll be with him, in his room. But also to check in by text at a set time – let’s say 11 a.m.”

“Check in with me? That’s different.” 

“Well, he wants to… tie me up. And he wants me to feel safe about it, so…” 

I let the sentence dangle.

“Oh, excellent. He’s a pervert,” she said with a grin. 

“A very skilled pervert, yes.” 

“Ok, 11 a.m.… have fun. I’m going to go back to sleep for a little bit then.” 

I smiled at her as she wandered back to her own bed. 


A half hour later I was knocking at Will’s door. No answer. Had he slept in? Hungover? In the shower? I knocked again. There was still no answer and not even any noise behind the door. I stood there uncertain whether to wait or go back to my room. 

“Hey, Kat, I’m coming!” 

I looked over the balcony. There was Will, jogging up the path from the main hotel. He was dressed and looked as perky and fresh as someone who’d slept 12 hours and hadn’t had a single drop of booze. 

He hoisted up a bag in his hand. 

“Needed our supplies,” he said, grinning. 

Rope...

Fuck. He really hadn’t been joking. 

Jesus, what am I doing? 

I heard him climbing the steps and in a moment he was next to me, pulling out his keycard to open his door. The room was immaculate.

“Wow, did you guys tidy up in here?” 

He shrugged, a little bashful.

“Actually I got up early and went and found a maid and asked very very very nicely if she could come do a once-over,” he said. 

My mouth dropped open.

“I gave her a very good tip, I promise. I just wanted it to be nice.” 

“And your buddy?” 

“Gone. And not coming back for many hours, I assure you,” he said. 

The door clicked closed behind us. 

“Give me a few minutes, ok?” 

He sauntered off to the bathroom, and I sat on the edge of the bed. Now I felt nervous and shy. 

“Go ahead and lie down on the bed, Kat,” he said, poking his head out of the bathroom door. “Sitting like that will only make you feel nervous. Just… relax.” 

I did as he suggested, pulling myself up the bed and laying down on my side, head on the pillow. He was right, it was much more relaxing than my ram-rod straight position at the end of the bed. My breathing slowed down and I felt my muscles relax. 

He was several more minutes, and when he finally re-emerged I almost felt myself again. I smiled at him as he approached the bed. 

“Forgot to brush your teeth? Needed to floss?”

“Nope. But I did brush again anyway. Just wanted to give you a few minutes to feel comfortable,” he said, as he got to the bed, and lay down next to me. 

“That was very nice of you.” 

“Was it? I don’t know, it’s all part of my evil plan, really. Get Kat to relax, tie Kat up, make Kat have many many orgasms so she’ll come back every day.” 

I laughed at him. 

“I’m not sure that’s an evil plan,” I chuckled. “Sounds like a pretty good plan, actually.” 

“Oh good, then my evil plan is already working,” he beamed. 

He scooted over closer to me, both of us on our sides facing one another. He reached out with one hand, stroked along my arm, then to my waist and over my hip, down my thigh, almost to my knee. On the upstroke, he let his hand slip under the skirt, pushing it up as he went, his hand sliding backward over my rear end over my silky panties. 

“Your skin is as soft as this fabric, did you know that?” 

I didn’t say anything. The feel of his hands on my body had frozen my ability to speak, think or even – it seemed to me – breathe. My eyes were closed so the sudden feel of his lips brushing mine took me by surprise, and I gasped. 

“Kat,” he said, breathing against my lips. 

That was all it took: my name in his deep whisper. My thighs clenched and a flush of warmth washed over my whole body. I reached both hands out to touch his chest, and felt the fabric of his t-shirt against my fingers, then slid my hands down to his belt and below. He was so hard, his cock already straining against the khakis. I let my fingers close on his length through the fabric, and he groaned, his hips pushing against my hands. 

He pulled back suddenly, took both my wrists in his hand and held me. 

“Tsk. So handsy. At this rate, you’ll have me out of my pants and cumming all over you in three minutes.” 

“Is that a bad thing?” I asked cheekily. 

“It is if I plan to spend a very long time teasing you until you beg for me to cum all over you.” 

I opened my mouth, closed it, then opened again. 

He laughed. 

“I love when I make you speechless.” 

“It’s easy to do apparently,” I said, rolling my eyes at him. 

“Easy in general, or easy with me.” 

I paused. 

“Easy with you.” 

“Good. I like having a… special effect… on you. Stay there.” 

He rolled away and stood up, crossed to the other side of the room and then returned with the bag he’d been carrying earlier. He reached in and pulled out what looked like several lengths of silky white rope. 

“It’s amazing what you can find in a boating supply shed,” he said with a grin. 

I bit my lip. 

“Sit up,” he said, and then got up on the bed in front of me. “Hold out your wrists.”

I did as I was told, as though I had done it a million times before, without a moment’s hesitation. He took a shorter length of rope and tied it around my wrists several times, running the end around the middle and pulled it snug, then tied off the ends. 

“If you feel a pinch or any numbness, you tell me right away, ok?” 

I nodded.

“Good girl,” he said, smiling. 

It shouldn’t have had such an effect on me but it did, for some reason, and I grinned back at him. 

“Thank you, sir,” I said in reply. 

He grunted. 

“Jesus, Kat. You sure you haven’t done this before? You say sir like you’ve been trained to do it,” he said. 

“I’ve never called anyone sir, nor has anyone tied me up. Scout’s honor. I’ve barely had orgasms that I didn’t do myself,” I added, then flushed with embarrassment when I realized what I’d admitted to. So embarrassing. 

“Then you’ve had terrible lovers who deserve to have their asses kicked.” 

I shrugged. 

He kissed my forehead. 

“You will not be having any self-induced orgasms today… Though perhaps someday I’ll make you do it for me while I watch,” he said with a wink. 

I must have had a look of horror on my face because he laughed. 

“Don’t worry. Not yet. You have time to get used to the idea. Ok, lie down now, middle of the bed.” 

I did as he asked, and he pushed my arms up over my head, then set to work tying my wrists to the bed frame. It took only a moment. 

“Ok try to move.” 

I did and was unable to get very far, though my legs could move at will. 

“Next time, legs too,” he said, as though he could read my mind. He stood up then and headed back to the bathroom. From the sounds, I imagined he was going to the bathroom, washing his hands, and indeed when he re-emerged he was pulling off his t-shirt and drying his hands on it, before chucking it aside. 

He opened the button of his khaki shorts but left them on, then crawled on to the end of the bed at my feet. He pushed my skirt up to my waist, took hold of the waistband of my panties, and pulled them down, letting me lift my rear end to get them off. He stood, folded them, and set them carefully aside on the dresser, then returned to the bed, standing at the end. I had pulled my knees up so my feet were flat on the bed, legs tightly closed. 

“Open your legs, Kat,” he said. 

I did. 

“Wider. So there’s room for me.” 

I did, barely. 

“I said wider so there’s room for me between them. Not just the knees, slide your feet out.” 

His voice had dropped a level, deeper, and more firm – he sounded stern but not mad, a tone that one could not disagree with. Well, to be fair, it would be more accurate to say it was a tone I had no desire to disagree with – he was asking me to do something I wanted to do.

I moved my feet as he’d said, sliding them outwards, knees still up, so my legs made a V space between them. 

He nodded. 

“Better,” he said. 

He climbed onto the bed then, kneeling between my legs, reached his hand out and let his fingers caress up and down my pussy lips. 

“Perfect,” he murmured. 

And with that, he leaned forward and pressed his face between my legs, his tongue slipping easily between my wet pussy lips in a long, slow drag. My hips began to move and my legs opened even wider, an instinctive response to the feeling of his mouth on me. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I moaned, a repetitive whisper. 

He carried on, his tongue slowly probing, pushing in momentarily, then licking up towards my clit but not quite touching it. I whimpered, and moved my hips towards, realizing for the first time how much my movement was restricted with my wrists bound. I pulled against the rope while trying desperately to move against his mouth at the same time. 

“Will, please…” I moaned. 

He looked up for a moment, and notice me pulling against the rope. 

“Problem, baby?” 

I gasped, exasperated, desperate, needy. 

“No problem then?” he continued, smiling. “Good.” 

He dropped his head down again, carrying on at his leisurely pace. Eventually, I felt his mouth move upwards to my clit, then finally his tongue was licking and circling it. 

“Ohjesusfuck, fuck oh god.” I couldn’t stop myself from swearing and cursing. 

I felt his fingers on my pussy lips then, teasing, spreading me open. He paused his licking to look up at me. 

“What do you want, Kat? Tell me.”  

“Will…” 

“Tell me… Beg for it, baby.” 

“Will…” 

He let his finger slip between my pussy lips but no further and I arched my back trying to get more of him inside me but it didn’t help. 

“WILL – “ 

“That’s not begging.” 

“Please… please.” 

“Please what?”

“Please… Finger… inside me… please… Will.” 

I gaspws between words, my breath coming short and fast as my heart pounded. 

Please, Will?” he repeated after me, a question, as he stared at me with eyebrows raised, waiting. 

I fumbled in my brain trying to think of what he was getting at, when it came to me suddenly. 

SIR. Please, sir,” I burst out, practically shouting. 

The second the words were out of my mouth he slid two fingers inside and lowered his mouth to my clit. The combination of the two had me so close to the edge, I could barely breathe, let alone talk. 

He started to move his hand, fucking me slowly while his tongue lapped and teased. In less than a minute I knew I was going to explode. 

“I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum…” 

He upped the speed and intensity just slightly, enough to continue the rhythm but push me over the edge. 

“OH GOD OH FUCK FUCK FUCK – “ 

I came so hard that I didn’t even notice he was untying the rope that stretched from the bed to my wrists until it was already done. My wrists were still bound together, but I was free of the binding to the headboard, and he easily rolled me onto my tummy. As soon as I was flipped over, he pulled at my hips, up and backward, and I knew he wanted me up on my knees. 

My tied hands remained out ahead of my body on the bed like I was praying, and my forehead pressed into the mattress, but my rear end was lifted into the air as my knees came up underneath me. 

Will stood up long enough to get his shorts off, then returned to the bed, the weight of his body pressing on the mattress right behind me. He leaned over, licked along my pussy one more time, then put one hand on my hip and the other on himself and pushed into me. I heard a quick intake of breath as he buried himself deep, heard him whisper “fucking hell”– whatever I thought of my own lacking sexual talents, he clearly was enjoying himself a great deal. 

“Kat, fuck… Why do you feel so fucking good?” The question hung in the air as he brought his other hand to mine and began moving in and out of me. 

He let himself slide almost all the way out, then pushed hard back into me, thrusting over and over until suddenly he was pumping fast, barely coming out of my pussy at all, and he bent over my back, one hand reaching under to rub against my clit with his fingertip. 

My moaning tripled in volume. 

“Tell me, Kat,” he said. 

I couldn’t say anything and didn’t know what he wanted anyway.

“Tell me how much you like me fucking you.” 

“I- was all I could get out. 

“Tell me… Tell me, Kat.”

“I… I love it… love it… don’t stop… please… I love it.” 

He put one hand on my shoulder and began pumping harder still. 

“Will… fuck me… fuck me… please… fuck… fuck!” 

That got him going because suddenly he was thrusting so fast and hard that I was bouncing against him, and the sound of his body hitting mine was a loud smack in the room – loud enough I wondered for a split second if someone in the hallway might hear it. 

“Kat, fuck, I’m going to cum,” he said. 

I turned my head as far as I could to the side, to look at him over my shoulder, and locked eyes with him.  

“Please …” I begged. 

He groaned, lifted one hand to smack my ass once, twice, and then pushed himself as deeply into me as he could get. 

We stayed like that for what seemed a full minute, breathing hard. Finally, he pulled out, and nudged me gently over on to my side, and lay next to me, kissing my forehead as he did. 

“I’ll untie you in a minute, once I catch my breath,” he said and smiled. “Christ, you’re something.”

“Me?” I practically squeaked the word out. 

“Yes, Kat. You. You’re making me crazy. I already want to do that again and we only just finished,” he said, chuckling. 

I grinned. 

“Well, I can look at my calendar and clear another meeting this morning if necessary,” I said and winked. 

“Oh, your calendar is full all morning, all afternoon and all evening.”

“All day? You might get bored.”

“Not possible. I have a lot more rope to play with. And other pieces of furniture in here to tie you to with it.” 

That shut me up, and my eyebrows shot upwards. 

He grinned. 

“Don’t worry. One thing at a time, baby.” 

With that, he cuddled up next to me so that his lips were pressed to my forehead, and my face was tucked in at his chest. 

Truth be told, I was curious as hell as to what the next “thing” might be – and quite willing to stick around all morning, all afternoon and all evening to find out.

*** 

For more smutty goodness from Carson March, stroke the links below:

After the Party
The Business Meeting
The First Meeting
Meeting Annie
The Not-So-Stranger

Odd Job in 5B
Poker Night
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