The cosmo is delivered. Drink in hand, I walk down the bar toward him. When I’m at the stool next to his, I say, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
He turns like I’ve shot him and blurts out, “No, it’s not.” And as quickly as the words come out, he spins and walks away.
I stand there, wondering if my breath is horrible or something. But before I have a chance to do or say anything, a body moves up next to me and sits down.
It’s the Viking.
“Hello there.” He holds out his right hand. “My name is Steffen. And you’re . . .”
“Patricia. Trish.” I take his hand and shake it. Instead of turning it loose, he takes his other hand and puts it on top of mine.
“It’s a pleasure. I’ve haven’t seen you in here. New?”
“Yes. Completely. Untrained.” At that word, I see his eyes light up and his smile deepen.
“Untrained! Well, well, well. Looking for someone to train you?”
“She’s got someone, Steffen,” I hear Dave’s voice say.
“I didn’t realize she was taken,” Steffen says quickly.
“She’s not. If you want to play with her, know that I’ll be asking what you did and how you did it. I don’t want her hurt or scared in any way, understand?” My chest feels warm when I realize that an older, experienced Dom wants to protect me.
“I would never do that. Only what she’s comfortable with.” Steffen turns from Dave back to me. “Would you like to play?”
Dave told me about negotiating. “Depends on what that entails.” I’m starting to feel a little frisky.
“How about I just concentrate on doing something that would please you but would be a little challenging for you? How does that sound?” I like his smile. It’s just warm enough with an edge of danger, and I find it thrilling.
“That sounds pretty good.” I throw a glance at Dave to see what his reaction is, and he smiles and nods. This Steffen guy must be okay.
“We’ll take the alcove on the right. It’s not in use.” He tries to lead me to it, but I sit back on my heels.
“In front of everybody?” There’s panic blooming in my stomach.
“Yes. In front of everybody.” He stops and looks into my face. “One of the most important things the Dom tries to propagate in his sub is trust. Do you trust me? Have I done anything that would make you distrust me?”
There’s no retort for that. “No, I don’t guess you have.”
“Then trust me to make this a positive experience?”
I nod. “Okay. I’ll try.” My voice is shaky, but I’m feeling resolved and I want to do a good job as a first-time sub. When we’re out of earshot of Dave, I lean up to Steffen and whisper, “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Anything. If it’s too personal, I’ll tell you.” He’s getting ready to perform some kind of sexual act on me in front of a group of people and there’s something too personal for him to share with me?
“No. Nothing like that. It’s just . . . what does ‘sub’ mean?”
I was pretty sure he’d laugh at me, but that’s not what he did. He pulled me to a sofa instead, spread out another towel, and patted it with his hand for me to sit. “I’m a Dom – a Dominant. That’s the character trait with which I most identify. It’s in my nature to be dominating, but with that comes the responsibility to care for my sub in a way that will allow her, or him, to love and trust me, to look to me to have his or her needs met.” I nod.
“I call you a submissive. There’s something in your nature that responds to a strong, capable Dominant. You know that for your sexual fulfillment to be complete, you need to submit to someone who can and will fulfill your every sexual fantasy. You will trust that person to take care of you while still pushing your boundaries safely so that you achieve levels of sexual satisfaction that you couldn’t in regular vanilla sex.” I’d heard about that vanilla thing – I read the trilogy. “Does that all make sense?”
I nod again. “Thanks. That seemed to be the simplest thing in the world for everyone else, but I just didn’t understand.”
“Sometimes we overlook the obvious while moving toward the complex. Simple things matter too. They’re the building blocks of trust and submission.”
This guy is smart. And damn sexy. I decide that whatever he wants to do in that alcove, I’m going to trust him.
Steffen leads me back up to the stage area in the alcove and says simply, “Sub, present yourself to your master.” I have no idea what that means. I walk toward him and he sweetly says, “Kneel.” When I get to my knees, he says, “Arch your back so your breasts push forward.” When I do, he says, “A little more.” I try again. “Much better. Now, turn your hands palms up and rest the backs of your hands on your thighs.” That was easy, and I hear him say, “Beautiful. Now, bow your head, but don’t let the arch in your back fade.” I try to do what he’s said. “Arch your back a little more. A little more. There! That’s beautiful. Good job.” I feel sort of like a dog, except there’s no treat. I’m hoping I’ll get that in a few minutes. He gives me a moment or two to settle into the pose. While I’m doing so, he says, “Holding the pose like that will help your muscles build memory for it. It’s uncomfortable for you now, but as you practice it, it will become more comfortable until you enjoy sitting in this manner.” Then he adds, “And it’s important that you begin to learn to not look a Dom in the eye unless asked to. When trusting a Dom to care for you, you should reciprocate with respect.”
I cast my eyes downward and answer with a simple, “Yes, Master.” He says nothing, so I assume he’s pleased.
After what seems like an eternity, he says, “Rise. Gracefully.” I try and I think I do a pretty good job. “Work on that, but it was good for a first time. Give me your hand.” Careful not to look into his face, I hold my right hand out and he takes it in his left, then leads me to a piece of equipment.
He turns to me with his back to the crowd and very quietly says, “Lie down with your torso along the beam, a breast on either side. Put your hands down by the front legs of the horse. I’ll position your legs.” I lie down on the horse just like he said and, to my horror, both of my breasts pop out of my bra-thing. I wait for the laughter; it doesn’t come. That breast thing must happen pretty often around here. When I put my hands down, he secures them to the front legs of the horse with cuffs that are already in place. This is starting to make me nervous. I feel him take hold of each of my ankles and fasten them in place on the platforms to either side of the horse. I’m bound to the horse and helpless. And, oddly, it feels, well . . . it’s very arousing. He turns the horse so my ass is away from the crowd, and I remember that I don’t have on any underwear. I have to be sure to thank him and Dave for that.
He walks to the front, squats down, and fondles both of my nipples. I feel the heat rising in my cheeks but, to my surprise, it’s pooling between my legs as well. My nipples are getting harder and harder to the point that they’re aching. I know everyone is watching and, as though he can hear my thoughts, Steffen whispers to me, “Don’t worry about anyone but me. As long as you’re pleasing me, I’ll please you.”
“Yes, Master,” I think to say.
“Very good, pretty thing.” He stands and moves behind me and addresses the audience. “Tonight we’ll do a little orgasm denial. This can be useful in discipline. There’s nothing more frustrating to a sub than to be brought to the edge, only to be left hanging without satisfaction. I’ll stroke her clit and watch for the signs.” Signs? I’m not sure what he’s talking about.
His fingers graze my slit, and then he parts my lips with two fingers and finds my bud. It’s aching. “Your tiny little dick is hard as a rock, pretty one,” he murmurs to me and begins to stroke rhythmically. Suddenly, I realize that I’ve forgotten about all of the people watching, I’ve forgotten to be embarrassed, and I’ve forgotten to be worried about what he thinks about my naked backside. All I’m thinking about is the next second and how good it’ll feel as compar
ed to this one. I feel the tension building in my belly, feel my hips start to rock, and I start to moan. I’m right at the edge, and I start to tell him that I’m going to come when . . .
He stops.
I wail. When I do, he slaps my bare ass. “None of that. Be a good girl, not a brat. Take it like a good sub.” I’m shaking with need, and I can’t do anything about it. If I could get my hands free, I’d stroke myself, but I can’t.
He starts again. This time, I’m more sensitive and it doesn’t take as long. His fingers are talented, and a sweat breaks out on my brow. My stomach muscles are starting to clench, and I feel the muscles in my pussy clenching too. The orgasm is right on me, about to overtake me.
And he stops again.
This time I manage to stifle my groan, but my hips are still churning and I feel like I’m on fire. “Much better, pretty one. Once more.” He slaps my ass again, then takes his hand and slaps my entire pussy. The blood rushes to the impact points, and I can almost feel myself swelling.
His finger moves to my most sensitive area again and starts to methodically stroke, this time around and around the glans of my clit. I’m almost screaming, but I’m quiet. It’s a struggle, though. The circling is driving me mad, and my hips are bucking. I can see my breasts hanging down either side of the horse and bouncing as I writhe, and my nipples are so swollen that they look like flames might shoot out of them. Everything in my lower body is going into spasms, and I need relief. I’m getting closer, closer, so close, and I tense my legs, waiting for it to hit.
Of course, he stops.
That’s it for me. I start to cry. I’m not sobbing out loud, but the tears are rolling down my face. They’re hot and fast, and I don’t know how much more of this I can take. He can see my shoulders shaking with sobs, I’m sure. He puts his hand on my lower back and I hear him whisper, “Pretty one, I’m very impressed. You’re doing very, very well. We’re almost there.”
His hand moves back down my slit and, this time, I’m determined to hang in there. His finger finds its mark and he starts again, slowly, around my clit. My teeth find my lower lip and I bite it in an attempt to stay quiet. He’s working my nub and my abdominal muscles are cramped and tight, my pussy in spasms, and my arms and legs rigid in their shackles. I feel faint and lightheaded, and I don’t know what’s going to happen. Working its way around, over and over, his finger doesn’t just hit the magic spot, it’s abrading it, torturing it, asking it to give in. Spots are beginning to form in the backs of my eyes, and I’m panting over my bitten lip. I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I’m going all in. Just as I feel the climax working its way through me, I feel Steffen’s other hand rest gently on my ass cheek, almost like a caress, and he says the magic words.
“Pretty one, let go and come for me.” He gives my clit an extra little flick, and everything inside me explodes. I know I’m shrieking, but I can’t control it, and he keeps going until I’m straining against my restraints and jerking. Then he stops.
Before I can stop my tears, he’s at my head, squatting in front of me. “Look at me, pretty one,” he says, and I look up. He smiles into my face, leans down, and kisses me. I kiss him back, a hungry kiss, because now I know what Dave was trying to tell me: I want to be fucked. Right now. I need it.
Steffen has my restraints loose in just a few seconds, and he picks me up. That’s a good thing, because I really don’t think I could walk at this minute. Quick as a wink, I find myself in a big bed in a dimly-lit room, candles burning and soft music playing. There’s a hand on my cheek and a sweet male voice says, “That was so good, pretty one. You did very well. I want to satisfy you. Would you like for your master to fuck you?”
There’s no way for me to stop myself. “Yes, please! Please get inside me!”
“Use the words, sub. What do you want?”
I’ve never said anything like that out loud, and I don’t know if I can, but I’m not going to get what I want if I don’t try. “Please, oh please, screw . . .” He pinches my ass. “Oh god!” I pant. “Oh, please, I need you to . . . please . . . please fuck me! I need you to fuck me!” I can’t believe those words are coming out of my mouth, and I can’t believe I haven’t said them before. They’re so freeing, to ask for what I want and know that I’m going to get it.
“That’s ‘Master.’ Call me Master, pretty one.”
“Yes, please, Master! I need to be fucked, Master. Please?”
“Let’s get you up where you’ll really enjoy it.” He manipulates my body like I’m a poseable doll, and in a few seconds I’m on my elbows and knees, ass in the air. “Arch your back to give me better access to your pussy, pretty one.” I do as I’m told. “Perfect. I’ll fuck you now. Please let me know if I’m satisfying you.”
Juices are already dripping out of my cunt and running down my leg, and all it takes is the tiniest push from him and he’s in me, stroking me, the parts of me no one’s ever stroked that way. I’ve never been fucked this way, never felt so thoroughly used and so thoroughly sated. I want more, more, more.
“What do you need, pretty one?” Steffen pants.
“More, please, Master! I need more! Please fuck me harder!” It’s almost like I’m having an out-of-body experience because I can’t believe I’m begging to be fucked by a guy I didn’t know an hour before.
He picks up the pace and my mind is going somewhere it’s never been. Everything goes white, and every muscle in my body responds as I scream out my orgasm. I’ve never had a vaginal orgasm like this, and it’s stupendous. There’s nothing else like it, and I ride it for all it’s worth.
Next thing I know, I’m in strong arms, snuggled tight to a big, broad chest. There’s a hand stroking my hair, and I’ve never felt so safe. The sensation is almost like floating. I hear a calm, warm, male voice say, “Come down, pretty one. It’s over. No more flying,” and he chuckles.
“Can I look up at you now? Please?” I ask. I don’t want to be called a brat again.
“Please do.” The face I look up into is smiling back at me. “How was that?”
“I don’t know.” He shoots me a puzzled look. “I’d have to get a thesaurus, because I’m pretty sure ‘awesome’ is overused and I don’t know what else to call it.” He chuckles again. “That was incredible,” I manage, then finish with, “Master.”
“You’re a quick study,” he murmurs, then surprises me by kissing me. I kiss him back and stroke his cheek, and he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and kisses my forehead. “I think Dave is really going to enjoy training you. I’d like to get another shot at it too. Whaddya think?”
“I think that’s absolutely, positively doable!” My grin is bound to be goofy, but I don’t care. It’s genuine. I’ve never felt like this in my life. Do I want to do this again?
Oh hell yeah.
Chapter 3
That was Wednesday night. On Thursday night, Dave works with me all evening. Everything that I suspected about the man is true. He’s even more gorgeous naked, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and is as trustworthy and honest as they come. But he’s really, really mad when I come through the door.
There’s no mistaking it. First thing, he grabs me by the arm and drags me to a private room. Once there, he asks me point-blank, “Did Steffen tell you about safewording?” The look I give him must’ve answered his question, because now he’s livid. “I can’t believe that. He knows you’re a novice. What the hell was he thinking?”
“Hey, Dave, really, no harm, no foul. I don’t know what . . .”
“Safewording. You choose a word. If you call that word, all play stops. I was watching you up there scening. I know you would’ve called a safeword if you’d known to.”
I shake my head. “No, I wouldn’t have. I was enjoying myself. Well, as much as someone can enjoy being tortured. But there’s no doubt in my mind, if I had cried out and asked Steffen to stop, he would’ve.”
He’s still angry, but that seems to have calmed him a bit. “Stef
fen and I will have a talk.”
“Okay. But know that I thought the whole thing was unbelievably great, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” I smile at him, and finally he smiles back.
“You may have to eat your words,” he grins.
“I’ll eat whatever you give me and ask for more,” I grin back. In a split second, he presses me to my knees, then unzips his leathers. I find myself face to face with what has to be the mightiest cock I’ve ever seen. I get out one word: “Whoaaaa.”
“Glad to see you approve. You give head?” he asks.
“I have, but not well. And not on demand.”
“Well, you will now. Suck me, sub. Watch those teeth. And I’ll give you direction. I expect you to follow it.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Very good. Take me in your mouth.”
Only about five strokes in, he tells me, “I’m going down your throat. You’re going to choke. There’s no way around it. But if you’ll pretend you’re yawning every time I press in, you’ll eventually get it. Don’t worry about drool, tears, or snot; it’s part of the process. This will be the first thing we practice every time you’re here until you get it down pat. Fellatio is one of the things a Dom desires the most from his sub. It’s the ultimate act of submission, especially when the sub swallows, and it’s the one gift a Dom can give his sub that no other Dom can, that particular taste and smell that’s all his. Some Dom is going to enjoy it from you, and you’ll enjoy giving him this gift back.”
As he spoke, I’d started to stroke down on him, but when he stops talking, he takes my head with both hands and shoves it down onto his thick shaft. I feel like someone has put a foot on my neck, and I could swear I’m seeing stars. When he pulls me off, he says, “Take a deep breath and down again.” He repeats the process. By this point, I’m pretty sure he’s trying to kill me. He shoves me back down over his cock and I gag again. This time, when he lifts my head, I’m coughing almost uncontrollably. “Again, little one.” Just before his cock head hits my throat, I remember to try to yawn. That’s all it takes; it goes right past my soft palate and down my throat, and I want to cheer. Except I can’t. Because I’ve got a giant cock down my throat.
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