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by Rachel De Lune

  I can’t quite believe that I’m enjoying this, sitting here on a chair in the middle of his dining room, fully clothed except for my knickers. My legs are wantonly spread apart and he’s perfectly relaxed opposite me as I touch myself, per his instruction. It’s crazy.

  “Isabel, are you wet?” he asks, as if it’s the most natural thing to say. My body relaxes into the vulnerability of the situation and of being exposed to him in a new, more intimate way. I push any and all my insecurities aside and answer him.

  “Yes, Sebastian. I’m… I’m soaking wet. Please…”

  “Take your index finger and slide it down the side of your inner lips. Do not touch your clit. Now do the same on the other side with your ring finger. Now both fingers together, one each side. Good girl. Close your eyes and let your head fall back. Now, with those two fingers, start rubbing right in line with your clit and then stretch your lips wide apart.” His words make me needy, yet I flush with embarrassment. “Wider than that, Isabel. Stretch them so your clit is tight.” He purrs his instructions, a deep and soothing voice that automatically has me trusting yet hot as hell.

  Don’t think, Izzy. Just do it. Don’t worry about him. Follow the sound of his voice and hope he keeps talking to you. God, my clit is burning and I can feel my pussy opening, wanting this.

  “Now, with your free middle finger, gently tap your clit.”

  “Tap?”

  “Yes, tap it, Isabel. Now do it harder. Slap it. Tell your clit off for being impatient.”

  A bolt of pleasure runs straight from my clit through my body as my finger makes contact. The sensation isn’t pure pleasure, though. It is tinged with pain, just on the fringe, driving my desire, and I begin to pant. My orgasm builds and every fibre of my being begs to come.

  “Now take your fingers, place them on the top of your lips and close them tight together. Rub your whole hand over the top of your mons. No sneaking a finger between your wet folds. Good girl. Now rub yourself again with one finger, but this time I want to see really long strokes. Go from the very top of your slit to the opening of your pretty little cunt. Very slowly slide your finger up inside you… That’s too far. Slide back a little so you are just an inch inside. Now explore, feel yourself, what you like, what spots you like to press.”

  The frenzy of lust streaking through my body makes focussing on Seb’s words difficult. I’m desperate to come. But I want to obey him. I’ve never touched myself like this before, never taken the time to, and I am struggling with how good I’m feeling. My whole body is alive with nerve endings ready to ignite. Small tremors beg to grow from within me, but I still want more.

  “Sebastian,” I breathe out. “I can’t take much more of this.”

  “Oh, but you can take much more, Isabel. On another night, I will make this last ten times longer. Now I want you to use both hands. Put your finger back inside your pussy and use the middle finger from your other hand to stroke your clit, but at half the speed that your mind is telling you. Now tell me, does that make you feel naughty?”

  “Yes. God, yes. Very.”

  “Now, open your eyes and look directly at me as you make yourself come with both hands.”

  I mentally battle to open my eyes and then to hold his gaze. My entire body heats as I look into the cool depths of his eyes. My clit throbs, my pussy contracts around my finger and I can feel that I’m going to come, right in front of him. I focus on my fingers and the feel of my wet pussy. I never imagined that I could touch myself in front of someone, let alone Seb. His words coax me deeper into my fantasy. My legs are wide, reflecting my vulnerability, but I also feel alive, every part of my body strung as taut as a piano wire, and it’s Seb who is playing me.

  I want to please him. I want to earn the smile on his face, his approval at my obedience. I hold my stare and move my fingers to tip me over. Pleasure explodes from my core, rushing through my body in a heated wave. My voice sounds a desperate cry, deep and throaty. “Argh. Mmm.” I can’t hide how good it feels as I let go. I come hard and hot with Seb watching me, instructing me, and I can’t stop the appreciative noises that escape from my lips.

  “Good girl. Press your finger in tight to your clit and leave the other inside to feel what you’ve done. Slide your finger out, and come over here and place it in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

  I’m still recovering from my orgasm so I’m a little slow in recognising all the words he’s said. Place it in my mouth. I want to taste you. How can you turn me on by saying things like that after what you’ve just done to my body? So gorgeously crude.

  I try and re-orientate myself as I stand and take the few steps around the table to Seb. I look directly at him as I raise my hot and sticky finger to his lips. I wait for him to open them and tentatively push my finger inside his mouth. Immediately he envelops my finger and caresses it with his tongue. Desire pulses to my already wet sex. His own desire is unmasked as I look into his eyes. The blue is clouded with promises of yet more to come.

  “Hmm. Thank you, Isabel. Well done. Now, how do you feel?”

  I slump back into the chair as I think about his question. How do I feel? As if he’s mentally fucked me, and I’m desperate to feel him on my skin. I’m astonished I could make myself come for someone. But it’s not just someone. This is Seb.

  “It was a little awkward… I was embarrassed. But the look in your eyes and the tone of your voice…” A small smile creeps over Seb’s lips.

  “Go on.”

  I take a deep breath. “I’ve never felt so turned on. Your desire for me, your instruction… I wanted to please you and obey you.” My eyes sink to my lap and I pull at my hem, covering myself back up. I run my palms over my thighs to alleviate my need to fidget. “Will we, um… could I do this more often?”

  “You will. I’m going to give you homework, Isabel. You must make yourself come every day this week, finishing Friday. Do you think you can do that?”

  Oh, shit. Seriously? There is no way I’m going to be able to do that.

  “I’ll try.”

  “Isabel, you will do more than try. Explore your body, feel yourself, what gets you hot and wet, what makes you want to touch more. You will bring yourself to orgasm regularly, but I want you to experiment. No more rubbing yourself off to an unsatisfactory climax. Touch yourself, play with your clit, your pussy, your perfect breasts. Hold yourself on the edge of climax before giving into your body that’s screaming to come. You will make yourself come each day.” He doesn’t try to hide his sexy smile as he delivers his instruction. “You will then text me to advise me of your daily achievement, and bonus marks if you text me while your fingers are still wet with your desire.” A stern look replaces his smile and straightens my spine. “There will be consequences if you fail. I will know if you lie to me.”

  I think I’m going to come again…

  “Okay,” I manage to say, my voice thick with need.

  “Good girl. Now for the main course.” Sebastian stands and crosses to the kitchen, clearly satisfied that a small part of him is going to be guiding me outside of the apartment, when we aren’t together. I sit alone at the table, still buzzing with warmth from my orgasm. Who have I become? Me, little, quiet Izzy, performing with brazen abandon and enjoying it? This could be something I could easily get used to, and like a drug, become addicted.

  I watch Seb prepare our dinner with exacting precision and mastery—as in command in his kitchen as he is everywhere else. I smile inwardly at this stolen glimpse of him, at ease in his home.

  Where he has invited you and instructed you to make yourself come at the dining table.

  My cheeks heat and I cast my eyes towards the table as Seb brings the plates of stir-fry across.

  We enjoy easy conversation over dinner. I have relaxed and have a fixed grin on my face, but he has a knowing look in his eyes. As we finish off the last morsels, he dabs at the corner of his mouth with the starched white napkin and sets it down slowly on the table. His gaze holds mine and somethin
g dark flickers in his blue eyes.

  “Now for dessert.”

  Seb clears the plates away and returns holding a black satin blindfold.

  The air crackles and my head swims with a light-headed sensation as I watch him move towards me. With no hesitation, he walks behind me, places the blindfold securely but delicately over my eyes and ties a knot at the back of my head. The satin ties brush against my exposed neck as he releases them. With this single action, depriving me of sight, Seb establishes his control over me. “Can you see anything?”

  “Nothing.” My heartbeat already thrums in my chest and I try to steady my breathing.

  “Good.” The light pad of his feet on the wood tells me he’s moved away, and my anxiety peaks. I can’t see Seb and can’t look to him for guidance. Fear creeps into my mind. The cool air over my heated pussy reminds me of my vulnerability. I twist my feet, fidgeting, and feel the delicate symbol of my surrender still fastened around my ankle. I focus on that—the meaning behind the jewellery. I want this feeling of being open to his desires, his will, and at his command. The blindfold has offered me a thin shield of security and I’m grateful.

  His warm breath on my neck signals his return.

  “Open your mouth,” he commands gently. I slowly part my lips, a little hesitant as to what to expect. As I do, my tongue tastes the cool metal of a spoon before an intense rush of chocolate floods my mouth. Rich, deep, and velvety smooth, the chocolate melts in my mouth as I clasp my lips and pull it from the spoon. The tip of something soft on my lips encourages me to open. The sensations of taste and touch are heightened by my lack of sight. I bite down into a ripe strawberry and juice bursts in my mouth and escapes past my lips. Before it can drip, material tickles my lips as Seb dabs with a cotton napkin.

  He continues to feed me the chocolate torte and strawberries in turn, and I enjoy every bite.

  Without saying a word, he takes both my hands. “Stand.” His deep whisper matches the velvety chocolate taste that still lingers in my mouth. He leads me slowly across the room. From the brief knowledge I have of the flat, I must be standing somewhere in his bedroom. He releases my hands. A single finger glides down the side of my cheek.

  “I’m going to strip you naked.” It’s a statement—no question or hesitation in his voice. He undresses me. Each of his movements is planned to ignite my senses even further—a wisp of contact followed by a well-placed hand. Each time his hands come into contact with my body, I heat. The cover of the blindfold helps me feel less self-conscious about his actions, and I succumb to the building tension in the pit of my stomach. As my skirt hits the floor, I step out of it. Seb returns to the buttons on my blouse, revealing the black lace that covers my breasts. He bends to whisper in my ear.

  “New underwear, Isabel?”

  Oh, shit. What do I say? That I wanted to buy new underwear to please you, to feel sexy in?

  “Yes.” I hope he can’t see how my cheeks are warming.

  “I like,” he replies, and I think I almost feel a smile against my neck.

  He continues to run his fingers over my skin, taking his time with me. I’m burning with anticipation. His hands play around my hips, toying with me. He undoes my bra and runs his hands over my shoulders to free my breasts.

  “Although you look unbelievably sexy standing there in thigh highs and heels, that’s not what I want tonight.”

  I draw a breath and feel my pussy pulse at those words. What does he want?

  I don’t know how long he’s taken to undress me. Minutes—if that—but it’s as if he’s lavished attention on me all night. I’m desperate to feel what it’s like to be under this man, feel his strength and maybe a glimpse of lost restraint as our bodies join.

  “Step out of your shoes, Isabel.”

  I do and immediately feel his fingers slip around the tops of my thigh highs. He’s literally stripping me in front of him, and I’m helpless. I feel… good. Free. The choices have been taken from me and I can just enjoy.

  “You’re wearing your anklet again. Are you sure? Have you thought about how far you want to cross your vows?” His fingers close round the ankle and I feel him remove the jewellery to allow my thigh high past.

  “I want… I want to submit. To you. Completely.” I’m panting, imagining Seb’s cock as it pounds into my pussy. He secures the anklet back in place and continues to rub around my calves and slide up to the back of my thighs. With every inch his hands travel, I lose more of myself to his touch.

  I can sense him standing next to me, his mere presence turning my body into a pliant plaything.

  “You’ll have sex with me, after you beg me for it.” His words are a definitive statement. He turns me around, now without a scrap of material on, and gently lowers me back onto the bed.

  “Are you feeling brave?”

  Am I feeling brave? I seem to be stuck repeating his words over in my mind as if I can’t grasp them. I’m feeling desperately needy. I want Sebastian. I’m going to do whatever he asks.

  “Please… Yes… Yes, anything.”

  He pushes me back so I’m lying down and he pulls each wrist above my head. He wraps soft, silken material around each wrist before tugging on them. He secures the material to the headboard. My arms are now tensioned above me. I give another piece of myself over to Seb as he secures me, taking my trust and returning it with his control. Before I can fight it, he’s taken each ankle and pulled them wide to the corners, spreading me out. Muffled movement is my only indication he’s still with me, getting louder before the bed dips to the side of me. My heart is in my mouth and I’m ready to burst. His soft lips plant kisses down my neck, carefully between my small, pert breasts, avoiding my sensitive tips, and on down to my navel.

  My body screams at me to move. I want to struggle, but I can’t. This should be terrifying and scary. Intimidating. Instead, my heart beats harder. Faster.

  After worshipping my body with kisses, he pauses, and it sounds as if he is taking a drink. Then I feel his presence over my left breast. His lips brush against my nipple and entice an instant reaction. He sucks it deep into his mouth. It’s cold and I gasp as an ice cube presses against the tip of my nipple. I don’t know whether it’s the cold ice or the attention that makes my nipple go rock hard. He then repeats the process on the right and causes the same instant response. All I can hear is my deep and heavy breathing as I try to cope with what he’s doing to my body. I can’t speak. I’m not sure what I’d say if I could. I’m a mass of feeling.

  Warm fingers tweak the very tips of my nipples and he pinches them softly. I moan and my body arches off the bed. Sensations awaken through my skin as I feel the spike straight to my clit. My pussy clenches and weeps in response. I press my breasts up into his hands, desperate for more contact, for him to do that again, to keep doing it.

  Taking my cue, he pinches my nipples again and my body responds, arching up at his touch, desperate for him to keep going. And he does. He gently stretches them up and my moan turns into a small scream of pleasure. What is he doing to me? This is intense. I inwardly beg him to run his finger down to touch my pussy and my clit and feel what he’s done to me—to feel how wet he’s made me.

  Seb caresses my legs, running his splayed hands over each and every contour. I urge him to go higher, flexing my hips, hoping with every sweep that he’ll provide relief from this slow torture. I’m panting and willing his fingers to find their way to my aching core.

  Finally, he runs a single finger down my slit and pushes straight inside me. The ease of his journey gives away how wet I am. It brings a new high to my pleasure, mixed with immediate relief. The muscles I didn’t even realise I was holding tight relax. But before I can enjoy it, the feeling is gone. Seb removes his finger, and I strain to hear what he’s doing.

  I hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor and then his lips are on my ankles, moving quickly up my legs, heading straight for the inside of my thighs. No, no, Seb. Wait… Please. A sliver of fear melts into my blood.
I can’t stop him. I’m tied up and at his mercy and I have no power. The feeling swallows me. With my lack of sight, my senses are heightened and everything feels stronger, more potent. It’s an addictive feeling.

  Before I can engage my voice to tell him not to go down on me, his tongue is on my clit and I let loose a loud gasp. Seb nuzzles his head between my spread legs and gently runs his tongue up until he’s flicking my clit, answering my unspoken words of need. God, yes!

  I try to keep my body still, but I’m no longer in control. Its reactions are all Seb’s. He can command me and use my body as he sees fit. He keeps the tip of his tongue lightly pressed to the bundle of nerves and I’m balancing on the edge of a body-shattering orgasm. My muscles are winding up, contracting within me. He keeps the pressure constant, teasing my body even now, and he pushes his hands underneath my bum to lift my hips to him further. His tongue then works faster and presses harder into me, running up and down and dipping inside me. He builds me to a crescendo and as he flicks the tip of his tongue onto my clit, he drives his thumb inside me just as I let go and tip over the edge.

  “Ohhh… Yeeesss!” I scream out as the pulses rush through me. I can’t contain the need to give voice to my release, my ecstasy.

  Once I come down from my orgasm, Seb lowers me back onto the bed.

  His teeth sink into the pulse point in my thigh and I groan, caught in a frenzy of lust. Hands and lips cover my neck, breasts and chest, but it’s not what I want. “Yes, Seb. Please, please fuck me. I need you.” I don’t care how I sound. I feel empty and need him inside me—to feel him lose control with me.

  “You’ve pleased me, Isabel. You haven’t held back.”

  “Please… Please. I need you!” His heat retreats but he returns quickly, ripping a condom open. He positions the tip of his cock and gently presses inside, filling me up.

  “Christ, Isabel!” His voice is deep and raspy, telling me he’s as affected as I am. Yes! How can you feel this good? He moves, slowly at first, pulling out, making my stretched core flutter with pleasure. I smile as his pace quickens and I relax into the wanton and sexy creature he’s created, free of decision and eager to enjoy.