Chelle Bliss - Untangle Me

The bedroom door opened and I felt his lips wrap around my right nipple.

“Kayden, please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“I want you inside me.”

“Are we still cranky?” Kayden asked as he tongued my nipple.

“No… Please.”

“Have you learned your lesson?” he asked. His mouth closed around my left nipple sucking hard.

“I promise. I won’t get cranky anymore and take it out on you.” I knew I’d get my way eventually, but I held my breath waiting for his answer.

He yanked the chain attached to each nipple; I inhaled deeply from the feeling. My body was on fire, and I thought that I’d lose my mind if he didn’t fuck me soon. His hand trailed over my skin until it reached the vibrator and I wanted it out of me. He slowly turned it and dragged it out of my pussy. My need became more intense at the loss of sensation. He lifted my hips, placing a pillow underneath me. I licked my lips knowing that I’d feel his cock inside me. He moved me to get better access.

I waited with bated breath for his cock to fill me. He positioned himself between my thighs and rubbed his cock against my body. Placing his chest against mine and kissed me deeply, controlled me in every way. He commanded my body, filling my senses. He slowly pushed his cock inside, my core adjusting to the intrusion. Our bodies fit together perfectly.

“Kayden, don’t stop. Fuck me,” I moaned.

I heard the vibrator again and I licked my lips with the thought of an orgasm. He placed the vibrator against my clit and began to move, picking up the pace. My entire body tightened, my arms straining against the ropes as my toes curled. All of the muscles in my body ached; my skin covered in a fine sheen. Suddenly my mind went blank; the orgasm overwhelming. Holding my breath, my head jerked off of the bed. The ecstasy rolled through me in waves. His body tightened between my legs, all of his weight on top of me. He stilled and started to move again as he found his release.

He shifted his weight, kissing me on the lips, cheek and forehead with tenderness. His body moved away from mine, and I felt his hands against my breast. I held my breath waiting for the pain I thought would come with the release of the clamps. Removing the clamps he placed his mouth around each nipple, soothing them as the blood rushed back to places that were deprived. He untied my arms, rubbing my aching muscles. I laid there for a moment waiting for my body and muscles to adjust after he freed my legs. Kayden grabbed me like a rag doll as he rolled on his back. I curled into him and swept my fingers across his chest.

“I love you, Sophia,” he whispered against my hair. “Have you learned your lesson, love?”

“Yes. I did,” I replied with a smile plastered across my face, thankful that he couldn’t see me. I had learned that I wanted more, and I’d misbehave again for the fun of it. I loved that Kayden wanted to push my boundaries and make my fantasies a reality.

I stared at the screen reading the message over and over again, unable to really believe the words. I had been invited to interview for a position with UPS. I chewed on my thumb nail, reading through the details. The background check would be ordered if I was selected as a candidate for hire. Could I pass it?

“Sophia, I got an interview,” I said to her, trying not to sound too excited.

“Really, where?” she asked, putting down her book and turning toward me.

“With UPS, do you think I have any hope of being hired?” I asked her. “I don’t want to get my hopes up. They haven’t done a background check yet.”

“Their requirements may be different, so it’s worth a shot. Worst that’ll happen is they tell you is no,” she said to me. She was right and I knew it. I had nothing to lose.

“You’re right, it’s on Saturday. Can you drop me off?” I asked her.

“Yes, baby. I’ll bring you to the interview. I’m so excited,” she said with a smile, bouncing up and down on the bed. “Maybe things are finally starting to turn around.”

“It’s a nice thought. I’ll ask at the interview what their requirements are,” I said, trying to think how to broach the topic of my arrest at the interview.

Sophia dropped me off at the door, but I felt like a slob. Some people wore suits, but others were more casual than me. I didn’t own a suit and didn’t have the money to buy one for interviews. I pieced together some clothes I salvaged from New Orleans, some gray pants and a golf shirt. The lined stretched out the door and I took my place at the end.

Me: Fuck, there are a lot of people here.

Sophia: Don’t worry baby. They’re hiring for all locations in the Bay area. There’s plenty of work to go around. They’re going to love you.

A man stepped outside, cupping his hands around his mouth. “The interview process today will take between two to three hours. If you can’t stay for that length of time, you can leave now.” Some men stepped out of line and walked to their cars. I felt sick waiting in line, my nerves were on edge. I didn’t want to talk about my arrest, but I needed to know my chances of landing this job.

Me: A guy just announced I’ll be here around 3 hours. I’m sorry beautiful.

Sophia: That’s fine, I’ll go shopping. Stay there and knock their socks off sexy.

I made my way through the various stations and paperwork checks. I sat in the waiting room, shaking my foot uncontrollably, to be called by the head of Human Resources. I kept playing over possible ways to ask about the background check without sounding like a lifelong criminal.

“Mr. Michaels?” a woman called from the doorway. I blinked taking a moment to realize she was calling my name, before standing and following behind her. The interview started relatively well, she read over my application and questioned me about my work experience. While I spoke she flipped through my paper work, stopping on a spot and began to tap her pen.

“I see here, Mr. Michaels, that you’ve been arrested. Tell me about it,” she said

My palms began to sweat as I rubbed them together thinking before I answered. “I was arrested and charged with Criminal Mischief.”

“Is it a misdemeanor or a felony?” she asked. She chewed on her pen as she waited for my answer.

“Misdemeanor, ma’am,” I answered as my heart pounded violently in my chest.

“Were you found guilty?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No, adjudication was withheld.” I responded.

“It shouldn’t be an issue then, misdemeanors are often over looked, but felonies are the kiss of death.” She quickly read over the rest of my application, “Look for an email in the next 24 hours. The candidates we’ve chosen to move forward will receive an email with directions.” She stood up and extended her hand to me.

“Thank you, ma’am, I look forward to that email.” I said with a wink. I could usually charm the panties off any woman, but today my goal was a job. She blushed and I shook her hand lightly and smiled. I felt confident that I would get that email, I always interviewed well with women.

I left the interview feeling upbeat and found Sophia waiting for me in the parking lot. She smiled as I entered the car. “How did it go, sweetheart?” she asked, leaning over for a kiss.