The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader Volume 6

by Elliot Silvestri

  “It makes things easier,” Rhette said, leading him back to the kitchen and small dining area. She had set out some glasses and bottles, but didn’t have any intention of using them.

  “Easier?”

  “Why meet at some place and have to come back to someone’s house to have sex when it’s just easier to just meet at the house and have sex.”

  It took Jordan a moment to digest what she was saying. “Usually there’s a…a date first,” he said lamely.

  Rhette smiled at him like she would smile at one of her students who suddenly realized a universal fact that everyone else already knew. “I’m not interested in a boring conversation and an overpriced and oversized restaurant meal. I’m just interested in sex. Then maybe a date.”

  “Oh.” Jordan’s face was blank. Either he couldn’t believe his good luck or he thought he was being played.

  The dress that Rhette was wearing was covered in green and yellow flowers. It was cut low enough to show off some cleavage but at the same time it was still respectable. Reaching behind her back, Rhette, pulled down the zipper and let it fall from her body. Standing in front of her, Jordan’s mouth dropped open at her forwardness. He normally had to put on hours of charm and politeness in order to get a woman into bed. This was too easy.

  Striking a pose that she hoped was both casual and sexy, Rhette asked, “Care to go to the bedroom?” She could feel his eyes on her, check out some of her too large curves and inspecting every inch of her skin and lingerie. She was wearing shoes, no stockings, bright yellow panties that were as far from a thong as possible, but still sexy, and a bra that kept everything in place but still looked good under her dress, even though she wasn’t wearing it any longer.

  “Um…sure?”

  She laughed at him and beckoned the way. Maybe she put a little more wiggle into her walk than necessary, but that was part of the fun.

  The moment she walked into the bedroom, which she had thoroughly cleaned and picked up and changed the sheets while waiting for Jordan to arrive, he suddenly pressed up against her, wrapping his arms around her body. She could feel his cock, already hard, against her lower back. Turning her head, he ducked his head down and kissed her. For Jordan it was a crazy experience because it was never this easy for him. For Rhette, it was thrilling because it had been far too long since she had gotten properly fucked.

  His hand went into her bra, found her nipple, and pinched it. She moaned in her throat and pressed harder into him. His other hand found the hooks to her bra and in a moment the garment was off and on the floor. His hands were everywhere on her body except he showed that he was a gentleman and didn’t dip into her panties.

  Rhette stepped out of her shoes, which dropped her down a few more inches compared to him. Jordan took the opportunity to back up and yank off his shirt. She glanced over her shoulder at his muscular chest and nodded in approval. Still not wanting to mess up his golden opportunity, Jordan went down to his knees and kissed the small of her back while placing his fingers on the elastic of her panties. “May I?” he asked.

  She liked both his polite nature and his good grammar.

  “Of course. Why do you think you’re here?”

  He looked up at her and grinned, then slowly lowered her panties over the ample curve of her ass.

  When her bare skin came into view he gasped, not because she was now fully naked, but because of the state of the skin on her ass. The welts had faded slightly along with the redness, but she was still very pink and bruises were starting to form.

  “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. “What happened to you?”

  “My dom whipped me today, but doesn’t fuck me. That’s why I’m fucking you tonight.” She did her best to adopt the attitude that she wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, when in fact she was both of those. It dawned upon her right then that maybe, just maybe, that was part of the thrill.

  “Your dom?”

  She couldn’t tell if Jordan was confused or surprised or both.

  “Mmm-hmm. It’s not a sexual relationship. He gives me the pain I want, but he won’t fuck me. That’s what you’re here for.”

  He should have known how crazy Rhette was from the moment she invited him into her house and then her bedroom. The advice from his older divorced brother bubbled up. Never stick your dick in crazy.

  “Won’t it…won’t it hurt to have sex with your ass like that?” he asked, still staring at her abused bottom. His face was only inches away from it; he could tear his eyes away.

  “Jesus, I hope so,” she said boldly.

  “We…we don’t have to do it doggy style,” he said graciously, figuring that would make it easier on her. He had already made his decision in spite of his brother’s advice.

  “I want to do it doggy,” she said. “That’s my favorite position.” She moved forward and crawled onto her bed, wiggled her ass at him. “Aren’t you going to join me?” she asked, arching her back and spreading her legs.

  From his position on the floor, he could see her pussy lips bulging between her thighs. They were pouting and she was wet. Jordan unsteadily got to his feet and kicked off his sneakers while dropping his pants. Rhette watched. She was amused when his cock came into view. It bounced up and hit his abdomen when he pulled off his underwear.

  Jordan’s wasn’t huge, but he was more than big enough. She was thrilled that he was already hard; they had all the foreplay they had needed. She had invited him over for sex, nothing more, and that’s what they were both going to get.

  He knelt on the bed behind her and she reached back between her legs, found his cock, and guided it into her pussy. He slid in with ease. Jordan shuddered as he filled her up.

  “Jesus, I needed that,” she breathed as he stretched her.

  “Jordan,” he said as he carefully put his hands on her hips, avoiding the pinkest parts of her skin.

  “What?”

  “Jordan. My name is Jordan.”

  It took Rhette a second to figure out what he was saying and then she burst out laughing. “I know your name is Jordan. It’s a figure of speech, or if you’re my mother, it’s taking the Lord’s name in vain. Either way, it’s just an exclamation of how good it is.”

  “Right,” he agreed, only understanding half of what she said.

  “Just fuck me,” she told him, pushing her ass back against him.

  Jordan reacted like any man and started thrusting his hips. Each time he slammed into her ass a jolt of pain ran through her body. It was terrible and wonderful. She started making a low, steady moaning as he fucked her.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Yes,” she sighed. “Keep going.”

  It was odd, Jordan thought as he continued to fuck Rhette. They had briefly chatted and flirted on their phones, and a few hours later he met her for all of five minutes before fucking her. In a way, he knew he should have felt used, but from another perspective, it was the perfect way to meet someone to even consider dating. Why spend all that time getting to know someone if they turned out not to be sexually compatible. As far as Jordan could tell as he fucked Rhette harder and faster, with her moans and little cries of pleasure keeping time with his hips, they were more than sexually compatible.

  “Jesus, slap my ass,” she begged. She could feel her climax was right out of reach and she needed just a bit more of a push to get over the edge, or in her case, a good firm spanking.

  And Jordan wasn’t the man to do it.

  He paused in his thrusts. “Are…are you sure?” He looked down doubtfully at her welted and reddened ass.

  At least he wasn’t stupid enough to repeat his Jesus/Jordan joke—if it had been a joke and not just natural stupidity on his part. “Jesus Fucking Christ! Yes, I’m serious! Slap my fucking ass!”

  He did so, once, and he did it reluctantly and poorly. In response, Rhette slammed her hips backwards onto his cock, desperate for more stimulation. “More!” she screamed at him. “Harder!”

  It took Jordan a few tries, but eventually h
e got it. He tangled his left hand in her long red hair to better control her body and slapped her ass with his right hand. Each swat was painful and caused tears to well up in her eyes. That’s exactly what Rhette wanted.

  When she came, her pussy clenched Jordan’s cock, pulsing around it, making her orgasm much more intense. He thrusted a few more times and then lost his control and dumped his entire load into her, emptying his balls in just three huge spurts. She felt his hot liquid gushing inside her pussy; it made her shake and shudder, or maybe that was the spanking. It was hard to tell.

  Jordan hadn’t been fully ready for such and intense sexual session. He had given his all and now needed a rest. He pushed her face down into the mattress and settled on top of her. Rhett rather liked his weight pressing into her curves.

  “I’m sorry I came so quick,” he said after a minute as he rolled off her body. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

  Rhette rolled to her side to face him. Her right ass cheek pressed on the mattress giving her a little more burn, but that was a nice distraction. She liked him looking at her. His eyes took in every inch of her body. Maybe her tits could have been a little smaller. Maybe her hips should have been a little narrower, but overall she could tell he was pleased with her body. Or at least he didn’t give of an aura of being disgusted by her.

  “You’re a natural redhead,” he said, looking at the little triangle of pubic hair above her pussy.

  “Yes. Of course.”

  “Good,” he nodded. “A lot of redheads…well, they dye or they’re really just brunettes with some auburn highlights.”

  A smile tugged on her lips. “You’re into redheads?” she asked, a little bit pleased. It was okay to be objectified if it worked to her advantage or was a trait that was admired and not fetishized.

  He blushed which was an odd, but charming, reaction. “Yeah. I don’t know why. But I’ve only ever dated redheads, or I’ve only ever tried to,” he said.

  “Why is that?” It was odd pillow talk, but they were hardly a conventional couple.

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. I love the color. And redheads usually have such beautiful pale skin and lovely freckles.” He was starting to wax poetic, but then stopped himself. “Sorry. You’re not a piece of meat, but you are beautiful.”

  While she was sure he was exaggerating, or was so taken with her it was almost cute, she still laughed at him, and then leaned forward to give him a kiss. His tongue was warm in her mouth and if nothing else he was a good kisser. Actually, she reflected when she broke the kiss, he was good in bed and more than willing to take instruction from her. He was handsome with sandy blond hair, a firm chin, and a nice cock. There was the possibility he might be boyfriend material.

  Reaching down, she grabbed his cock, which was mostly soft now, but was also slightly sticky from their recent intercourse. “Want to go again?” she asked boldly.

  “What?”

  “I’m not going to waste time with a guy who can’t fuck me at least twice a nice,” she told him. Her words caused a reaction in his flesh. She could feel him getting hotter and his cock was coming back to life.

  “I’m not sure I can get hard again so soon.”

  “I want to fuck like an old married couple, missionary style. But I’ll help you get hard first.” She wiggled down and took his cock into her mouth, savoring the mixture of their juices on his skin, working to get him hard.

  “Oh…okay,” he said, closing his eyes.

  It wasn’t going to be much of a date, but what was he expecting from a woman who had a dom that spanked and whipped her, but didn’t fuck her?

  Chapter Three

  On her third visit to Nick’s workshop, Rhette didn’t hesitate in stripping off all her clothes. Shoes. Shirt. Pants. Bra. Panties. Today she had worn her traditional boring panties: practical and cotton. No lace, no silk, no thong cut. She was at the workshop to get something done, not to play silly games. The fact that she could remove all her clothes without hesitation or prompting from Nick gave her a bit of pride. Maybe she was a little fat, but there was no reason to be ashamed of who she was.

  When she marched over to the spanking bench and assumed the position where Nick could whip her ass, he chuckled softly. “Eager today, are you?”

  “I’m not here to mess around,” she said, wiggling her butt a little, not so much to tease him, but in anticipation of what was to come. Rhette watched as Nick selected one of the many spanking implements from the wall in front of her. Instead of using a leather whip like before, this time he chose a long, narrow paddle that had holes drilled through it. Just the sight of the highly polished dark brown wood gave her an excited shiver down her spine.

  “Want to experiment with getting some bruises?” he asked her as if discussing the weather.

  “Yes.” Rhette was eager for everything.

  “I think you need to be restrained for this,” he said.

  “What?” She scoffed at him because she knew her own willpower. “Why?”

  “This will hurt a hell of a lot more than you’re used to,” he said mildly.

  Rhette looked down at the rubber covered handles she was ready to grip. Where the handles went into the wooden frame was a pair of metal rings obviously designed to restrain the victim on the bench. Initially she had been afraid of what the rings implied. Now she was curious to find out how they were used.

  “Okay…but will you use rope or something else?”

  Nick shook his head. “Not rope. I’m not good with knots.” He turned around, opened one of the many boxes that filled the far wall, and produced a pair of bright red leather cuffs. These are easier to use.” He showed her the cuffs and right away Rhette knew she wanted to wear them.

  Standing up from the bench, she inspected the cuffs. Made from leather dyed red, they were padded on the inside and had been used before. They were adjustable and could be tightened up with a buckle. In essence, they were nothing more than a belt shortened up. The buckle was designed to accept a small padlock, but Nick didn’t produce any locks today. He just wrapped the first one around her wrist and cinched the buckle firmly in place. He paused after helping her put the first one on.

  “You okay?” he asked her.

  Looking up at Nick in his tight black t-shirt and black jeans, she felt her heart pounding and her knees were about to go weak. This was what she was constantly looking for. When sex became a routine, it became boring. She needed novelty and excitement to make it interesting. When it was a little bit scary, it was better.

  “Y-y-yes,” she said. She wanted to sound confident, but it came out as scared and uncertain.

  “We don’t have to do this.”

  “I want to,” she said firmly, finding her confidence. “I just haven’t done it before.” She held out her other wrist to him. Her heart was still pounding, but she locked her knees. There was no way that Rhette was going to swoon in front of Nick. The hardest part was pushing the thought that he was probably still wearing that cage around his cock. Maybe he couldn’t fuck her while wearing it, but there were other things he could do to her and that got her even hotter. She could feel her face getting hot as she blushed.

  Nick said nothing and fixed the cuff around her hand. She smiled at him and confidently resumed her position on the spanking bench.

  “Hold the grips,” he told her and then grabbed a pair of carabiners from a box on the workbench and snapped them on the D-rings sewn into the cuffs and then that onto the metal rings set into the frame.

  Looking down at her hands Rhette figured with a bit of stretching and extreme bending of her wrists, she would be able to free herself from the carabiners, but certainly not while she was being beaten.

  Rhette wanted to press her thighs together to prevent her pussy from dripping, but that would give away how excited she was.

  “Are you ready now?” Nick asked, picking up the narrow paddle.

  She wanted to say no, because she wasn’t ready. Instead she asked a question. “Why are there hole
s in it?”

  “Makes a little whistling sound,” he explained. “Less air resistance when it cuts through the air. It supposedly causes a harder impact.”

  “You’re kidding,” she said. His words were making her nervous again.

  “Nope.” He experimentally swung the paddle back and forth, getting the weight of it. He hadn’t been lying. Just moving it slowly caused a faint whistling.

  “I’ve changed my mind,” she said pulling back from the spanking bench. The cuffs and rings held her in place. “Don’t.” The word left her mouth but Nick ignored her.

  The paddle cut through the air. The whistle was clearly audible now. The smack of wood on flesh reached her ears before the pain registered in her brain. “Jesus!” she screamed, dancing faintly on her feet, trying to escape but was prevented from going anywhere by the restraints.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Nick asked calmly.

  Her pussy was throbbing with desire. One smack from an overly fancy fraternity paddle and she wanted to fuck. What was wrong with her? Rhette started to cry but choked back the sobs and the tears. “No.” It hurt to admit she wanted to be hurt.

  “Do you know your safeword?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  The paddle whistled through the air again. The impact this time wasn’t so bad. Either Nick had pulled back on the power or she was already becoming accustomed to it. She could feel the two line of pain on her ass, across both buttocks. Focusing on the pain made her wonder what her ass looked like. Would it be just bright red or would there be stripes? When would the bruises bloom?

  “Too soft,” Nick muttered.

  The next blow was much sharper and the whistle louder. It hurt.

  “Jesus Chris fucking the whore!” she cursed.

  “Such a mouth on you,” he chided her. The next two slaps of the paddle struck differently; the first hit her left cheek and the second hit her right. In most ways, that was actually worse.