Series of Misfortunes
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Orlando Bloom
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,761
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
"You can't blame the book, there was no way to know I would be allergic to the oil." Miranda told Orlando, he was sitting on a chair in the corner of their bedroom, arms crossed looking at her like she had just lost her mind.
"I can and I will." He said stubbornly.
"But Lando, you don't even know what I am suggesting yet." She tried to say it in a sexy way, hoping he would forget about the book.
"And I don't want...." He stopped talking when he saw her pull handcuffs out from under her pillow. He had always wanted to try that out.
'Shit.' He thought.
"Tip #119. Handcuffs, scarves or ropes." She said simply with a smile on her face. He was up and out of the chair and on the bed with her in milliseconds. Grabbing her to kiss her hard and rough. She started tugging at his shirt, excited to have him naked against her body. He was pulling her clothes off at the same time, it was frantic fumbling but it had been so long for both of them. She was naked, laying against the pillows.
"Get comfortable first." He told her and when she nodded and lifted her arms toward the headboard, he took the handcuffs and locked her into place. Then he leaned in and began to place soft butterfly kisses all over her body. Moving down toward her pussy. He positioned himself between her thighs and spread her legs and began to lick her from the top of her pussy downwards, thrusting his tongue inside of her when he reached the bottom. She moaned and tried to press herself into his face but he held her in place. Flicking his tongue over her clit several times before sucking on her roughly, placing a few gentle bites as well. She was fast approaching orgasm when a thought popped into her brain, she tried to ignore it but it kept bouncing around until she had to ask it. Out of breath, it came out as more of a whimper because Orlando's tongue was still working its magic.
"Lando...babe, check the drawer and make sure the keys are there." He immediately stopped.
"Isn't that where you put them?" He asked sitting up.
"I think so." She replied meekly.
"I knew I shouldn't have listened to the fucking book." He growled pulling open the drawer. They weren't there.
"Where are they Miranda?" He growled.
"Uhm... check my purse," They weren't there, they weren't anywhere he looked. He was getting panicky.
"Miranda, we have to find those keys. Think."
"Don't yell at me. Fuck I have to pee." She said crossing her legs.
"Shit. What are we going to do?" He asked, watching her squirm on the bed.
"Call 911?" Miranda suggested.
"No way it'll be all over the papers. No 911."
"Do you have bolt cutters? Would they work?"
"Yeah Miranda I keep bolt cutters underneath the bed for just such an occasion." He said rudely.
"Oh fuck off. Figure something out because I have to pee, really badly." She whinged.
"Maybe I could call your dad." He suggested.
"Don't you dare. I am not letting my dad see me like this, he would die of a heart attack or stroke." She screamed.
"Elijah?"
"Oh my God." She was nearly crying.
"He won't tell anyone. Let me call him" Orlando went to pick up the phone. Miranda's bladder was so full she could barely think of anything but relieving it.
"Okay Elijah's on his way." Orlando came and told her.
"Great. Can you cover me up? I don't want him seeing me naked." he picked up a blanket and covered her with it.
"I can't hold it any longer." Miranda said.
"Just a bit longer baby." Orlando begged. She shook her head.
"I can't." She said and a moment later peed all over the bed. "Sorry."
"It's okay, it's just a bed. We can replace it." But Miranda noticed he wouldn't sit on the bed beside her anymore.
"Where is he?" She grumbled. Orlando just shrugged.
40 Minutes later Orlando went to answer the door. She could hear Elijah and Orlando walking up the stairs. He came in and immediately his eyes fell on Miranda, arms cuffed to the bed, naked except for the blanket and a huge wet spot around her that smelled like urine.
"Whoa you guys are way kinkier than I thought." He said holding up the bolt cutters. They got Miranda out and she thanked him and Orlando pushed him out of the room. Miranda headed for the shower. Later while they slept in the guest room, Orlando wondered when he would ever get to make love to his wife.
"You can't blame the book, there was no way to know I would be allergic to the oil." Miranda told Orlando, he was sitting on a chair in the corner of their bedroom, arms crossed looking at her like she had just lost her mind.
"I can and I will." He said stubbornly.
"But Lando, you don't even know what I am suggesting yet." She tried to say it in a sexy way, hoping he would forget about the book.
"And I don't want...." He stopped talking when he saw her pull handcuffs out from under her pillow. He had always wanted to try that out.
'Shit.' He thought.
"Tip #119. Handcuffs, scarves or ropes." She said simply with a smile on her face. He was up and out of the chair and on the bed with her in milliseconds. Grabbing her to kiss her hard and rough. She started tugging at his shirt, excited to have him naked against her body. He was pulling her clothes off at the same time, it was frantic fumbling but it had been so long for both of them. She was naked, laying against the pillows.
"Get comfortable first." He told her and when she nodded and lifted her arms toward the headboard, he took the handcuffs and locked her into place. Then he leaned in and began to place soft butterfly kisses all over her body. Moving down toward her pussy. He positioned himself between her thighs and spread her legs and began to lick her from the top of her pussy downwards, thrusting his tongue inside of her when he reached the bottom. She moaned and tried to press herself into his face but he held her in place. Flicking his tongue over her clit several times before sucking on her roughly, placing a few gentle bites as well. She was fast approaching orgasm when a thought popped into her brain, she tried to ignore it but it kept bouncing around until she had to ask it. Out of breath, it came out as more of a whimper because Orlando's tongue was still working its magic.
"Lando...babe, check the drawer and make sure the keys are there." He immediately stopped.
"Isn't that where you put them?" He asked sitting up.
"I think so." She replied meekly.
"I knew I shouldn't have listened to the fucking book." He growled pulling open the drawer. They weren't there.
"Where are they Miranda?" He growled.
"Uhm... check my purse," They weren't there, they weren't anywhere he looked. He was getting panicky.
"Miranda, we have to find those keys. Think."
"Don't yell at me. Fuck I have to pee." She said crossing her legs.
"Shit. What are we going to do?" He asked, watching her squirm on the bed.
"Call 911?" Miranda suggested.
"No way it'll be all over the papers. No 911."
"Do you have bolt cutters? Would they work?"
"Yeah Miranda I keep bolt cutters underneath the bed for just such an occasion." He said rudely.
"Oh fuck off. Figure something out because I have to pee, really badly." She whinged.
"Maybe I could call your dad." He suggested.
"Don't you dare. I am not letting my dad see me like this, he would die of a heart attack or stroke." She screamed.
"Elijah?"
"Oh my God." She was nearly crying.
"He won't tell anyone. Let me call him" Orlando went to pick up the phone. Miranda's bladder was so full she could barely think of anything but relieving it.
"Okay Elijah's on his way." Orlando came and told her.
"Great. Can you cover me up? I don't want him seeing me naked." he picked up a blanket and covered her with it.
"I can't hold it any longer." Miranda said.
"Just a bit longer baby." Orlando begged. She shook her head.
"I can't." She said and a moment later peed all over the bed. "Sorry."
"It's okay, it's just a bed. We can replace it." But Miranda noticed he wouldn't sit on the bed beside her anymore.
"Where is he?" She grumbled. Orlando just shrugged.
40 Minutes later Orlando went to answer the door. She could hear Elijah and Orlando walking up the stairs. He came in and immediately his eyes fell on Miranda, arms cuffed to the bed, naked except for the blanket and a huge wet spot around her that smelled like urine.
"Whoa you guys are way kinkier than I thought." He said holding up the bolt cutters. They got Miranda out and she thanked him and Orlando pushed him out of the room. Miranda headed for the shower. Later while they slept in the guest room, Orlando wondered when he would ever get to make love to his wife.