Clad in only my black lace underwear, I knelt and looked at him. “May I sub for you?”
For an instant, he looked shocked, but then he smiled at me, slow and amused. “It’s generally not a good idea to play when you are angry, gattina.”
“I’m not angry, Sir,” I replied, keeping my voice saccharine-sweet.
He raised his eyebrows, and moved over to the bed in the room, kicking off his shoes and leaning against the headboard. “Aren’t you? In that case, get up and come sit on my lap. Straddle me.”
Blood was roaring in my brain. I was afraid, yet so aroused. This was it. This was the culmination of more than a decade of fantasies. This man. This moment. It was a good thing he didn’t know how intense this was for me, because if he did, he’d have run far, far away.
I moved towards him, straddling his legs as he’d ordered, and I sat on his lap. This close to him, I could almost drown in the liquid chocolate brown of his eyes. This close to him, I had nowhere to hide.
“Tell me, Alice,” he said, his hands stroking my arms, up and down, till my body was screaming and begging for more. “What do you know about BDSM?”
“Some,” I replied. “I know about safe words. I know about hard limits and soft limits.”
He smiled. “Let’s start there then,” he said. “What would you like to use as safe words? You’ll need a word to slow things down, and a word to stop entirely.”
“Yellow and red?” I asked. I wasn’t about to make up some insane safe word like ‘anaconda’ or something, and then forget it midway through.
“Good,” he said. “Limits?”
“Nothing in public,” I replied. Liam had already made me fill out a sheet for the club records, and my limits were fresh in my mind. “No blood, no other bodily fluids.”
“You know the club has cameras?” He gestured to the black sphere in the ceiling.
“Yes,” I responded. “That’s for safety, right? I meant nothing on the public stage, nothing outside the club, that kind of thing.”
He nodded with a smile. “Understood,” he said easily. “Sex is optional in a session. Would you like this just to be about bondage and submission?”
Could he not feel the heat from my pussy, feel my damp crotch? I wanted him with shocking need. I bit my lip. I’d never asked for sex so blatantly before in my life. “No,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming. “I’d like more.”
Heat filled his eyes. I could feel his erection nudge my thigh, and I shifted slightly. He shook his head. “Not yet, gattina,” he chided. “Stay still. Tell me, what in particular turns you on? Is it punishment? Would you like to be spanked and flogged? Would you like to be tied up? Would you like me to get you to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, but forbid you from coming? What do you want to do tonight?”
I gulped. “All of it,” I whispered. “Please.”
He growled and bent his head to my throat, kissing me before biting me at that spot. The sharp pain wound through me, and set fire to my core. I thought my body was going to explode. My heart was pounding; my nerves taut.
His hand came out and wound itself in my hair. Not painfully, just hard enough for me to feel his touch all through my entire body in a shockwave of lust.
“Since you are a beginner, Alice,” he said, “you can ask questions about anything you are concerned about.” He kissed my lips fleetingly. “Beyond that, don’t ask me what you should be doing. All you need to do is follow my directions.”
I nodded silently.
“Stand up,” he said.
I obeyed, and his eyes blatantly feasted on my body. I blushed, but at the same time, the look in his eyes banished any real coyness. They were hot with appreciation and lust, and I felt very, very desired when I saw the way he looked at me.
I could feel my pussy dampen further at his silent scrutiny. The heat never left his expression. “You are so beautiful, gattina,” he said finally breaking the silence. His lips twitched, banishing his serious expression for an instant. “I’m going to spank you now.”
“Oh good,” I said promptly.
He laughed. “Oh good, Sir,” he corrected, and I bit my lip.
“Oh good, Sir,” I repeated after him. Could a single word make you feel more submissive? It did for me. When I said that word, Sir, a wall shattered deep inside me, and a piece of me that had stayed dormant for my entire life awoke.
His eyes darkened briefly when I said that word. He didn’t speak though; he just placed his hands on my hips, and pulled me onto his lap. “Bend forward,” he said, positioning me so I lay across his thighs, my head on the bed, my legs spread apart on the floor.
“How hard do you want to get spanked, Alice?” he asked me, almost conversationally, as his hand roamed across my ass.
“I don’t know, Sir,” I confessed, and again I felt a tingle in my body as I called him Sir.
“No, you wouldn’t, not your first time,” he agreed. “I’d like you to keep as still as possible,” he said. I was going to voice an obedient yes Sir, but before I could speak, his hand came down on my ass cheeks. Smack.
“Ouch,” I yelped automatically. That hurt. But his hand was massaging away the ache, leaving behind only a faint heat in my ass.
“You’ll have to ask for another,” he said, and I warbled a Yes, Sir in response.
Smack.
I had thought that he’d take it easy on me after my yelp. I was wrong. The spank had been just as hard as the previous one. I bit my lip as his fingers rubbed the aching spot, easing away the pain.
“I’d like you keep asking for each spank, Alice,” Enzo said, his voice deep.
Ah, I understood what he was doing, and I appreciated it much more than I could articulate. He could have spanked me and I would have taken it until I gasped out my safe word, but this way, with me having to ask for each spank, he was learning my limits.
“Could I have another, Sir?” I asked him. The heat in my ass was nothing compared to the heat in my pussy. I shifted restlessly on his lap, but his hand held me firm.
“Remember, Alice,” he said. “I’d like you to stay as still as possible.”
Shit, “Sorry, Sir,” I said. I really wanted to obey Enzo. I wanted this. I wanted more.
Smack.
Surprisingly, this one hurt less than the previous two. “Sir, can I ask a question?” I asked, taking care to hold still, resisting my urge to twist my face around and look at him.
“Of course,” he said.
“Did you hit me less hard that time?”
He laughed. “No, gattina. Your body has just warmed up, that’s all.”
Okay. In that case, I was definitely ready for more.
I asked; he spanked. My ass was aflame, as was my pussy. Holding still was the hardest part. I wanted to writhe against Enzo’s body. I wanted to kneel and take his erect cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel his hands on my entire body.
At some point, my panties were tugged down, and the spanks rained down on my bare ass. With each stroke, I begged for more. Reality had retreated to a dim background blur. What remained in the forefront was the strokes that fell on my ass. I felt the burning in my ass and the heavy ache in my pussy, and I wanted all of this and more. I wanted the weight of his body over mine. I wanted to feel helpless as he held me down and slid into my body, and I wanted to unravel for this man, in grateful response to the storm he’d created in me.
“Please, Sir,” I begged at some point. “Please…”
“Another spank, gattina?” he asked me, a ragged edge in his voice.
“More,” I responded, twisting around to look into his eyes. “Everything. Please.”
In response, he just lifted me and tossed me on the bed. “Should I take off my bra?” I asked.
He frowned at me in response. “Let’s see if I can remind you of the rules, Alice,” he said sternly. “Don’t ask questions about what you should be doing. Remember?”
I’m sorry, Sir,” I said meekly, but his eyes were still narrowed.
“I think you are going to have to lose a privilege for this, gattina.” He rummaged in the drawer in the corner, and pulled out a black silk scarf, still in its plastic wrapping.
“Ah.” He sounded satisfied. “I’m going to tie your wrists together,” he said, “and then to the headboard.” He gave me an amused look. “The slats are rather convenient.”
I put my wrists together obediently, and lifted them above my head. “Such a good girl, Alice,” he praised me. His fingers were swift and sure with the scarf, and before I knew it, my wrists were snugly wrapped together and tied above my head. I tugged at them experimentally, testing the bindings. There was a tiny bit of give, but only a little bit. Not enough to do anything useful.
“The next offence,” he warned me, “and I’m going to blindfold you.”
“Yes Sir,” I muttered. I didn’t want to be blindfolded. I wanted to see him undress.
“Now Alice,” he said, “where were we?” His hands reached towards me and traced the outline of my bra, cupping my breasts, and I shivered in pleasure and didn’t respond to his question. I wasn’t sure if it was a rhetorical question or one I was expected to answer.
I’d made the wrong choice. His hand wrapped in my hair, and he looked at me sternly. “I really hate repeating myself.”
I should have been afraid, but his eyes were relaxed and his breathing was even. He wasn’t angry at all; this was part of the game. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I answered. “I didn’t know what you were going to do before I asked you a question.”
He chuckled. “I was going to take your bra off, gattina,” he said. He reached under me to unhook my bra, taking the opportunity to kiss my lips thoroughly on the way. “You are being a very good girl,” he said again.
I blushed, half-dazed by his kiss. “Thank you Sir,” I whispered.
He pushed the bra straps down my shoulders, but because my hands were tied together, he couldn’t pull the bra off entirely. With a little tsk of impatience, he just pushed it up and out of the way till it bunched at my wrists. I giggled, and I was rewarded by a grin of pure amusement.
“I was a little premature tying you up,” he said, “but improvisation is everything.” I laughed at that, but as his hands cupped my breasts, pushing them together, I stopped laughing, and stayed still in anticipation.
He brushed a thumb across my nipple, and watched it engorge. “I like this reaction, Alice,” he said. He lowered his head, and sucked that nipple between his lips, and grazed it with his teeth. I groaned as he repeated this treatment on the other breast, and I shifted restlessly. Damn it, he still had all his clothes on. When was he going to get naked?
Not anytime soon. His fingers replaced his mouth, and each nipple was pinched and pulled, almost to the point of pain. I whimpered, a noise of need in my throat, and I tugged at my bindings as I writhed in need. He looked at me, amused.
“Going somewhere, Alice?” he asked, and pinched my nipples hard.
“No Sir,” I gasped out. “It’s too much,” I begged, speaking of the overflowing sensation that ran through my body, and he smiled at me.
“We are just getting started,” he said. He moved down my body, and my legs parted automatically for him. His palm reached out and he rested it on my dripping crotch, and he smiled again. “Are you wet, Alice?” he asked, pure male arrogance dripping off every inch of him.
Though it was difficult to resist the urge to roll my eyes, I held off. I didn’t want the blindfold. “I’m very turned on, Sir,” I confessed.
He looked at me. “Good,” he said. I could see his erection bulge through his pants, and I licked my lips. “I’m glad you are turned on too, Sir,” I told him, and he shook his head at me, his eyes amused.
“Want to be blindfolded Alice?”
“No Sir,” I said instantly. “I’m sorry Sir.” I made every effort to sound contrite. I really didn’t want the blindfold. I wanted to see him.
His lips twitched. He got up and took off his shirt, and my eyes stayed glued to his body. He was perfect, all hard muscle, with a trail of hair heading low on his flat stomach and disappearing into his waistband. I couldn’t wait to touch every inch of his body.
Ah. Now I understood. Tied hands were a harsh punishment indeed.
He took off his pants as well, but left his briefs on. I could see the hard, bulging outline of him, and it had me licking my lips and hoping he’d let me suck his dick. I truly enjoyed oral sex, both giving and receiving.
I almost begged for his cock, and just in time, I remembered his instructions. Do only as I was told. I kept quiet, but my eyes stayed focused on the outline of his cock.
“You know what the advantage is to being a Dom, Alice?” he asked me.
“No Sir.”
“I get to take my pleasure first,” he replied, his hands on my hips, parting my legs. He lowered his head to my pussy, and swiped his tongue over my slit. “I get to taste your sweetness,” he said, licking again, before lifting his head. “I get to touch your beautiful pussy.” His fingers parted my lips to expose me to his heated gaze. “I get to hear you moan when I do this.” His pushed two fingers inside me, while his tongue found my clitoris again.
This was him taking his pleasure? He could do this to me anytime.
“By the way, Alice?” He gave me an intent look. “You cannot come.”
“What?” I almost shrieked before I swallowed. “Sir,” I tried begging instead. “Please.”
He gave me his typical ghost of a smile. “I want to feel you come when I’m in you.” His voice was even. “Hold it back.”
His mouth found my center again, and I was almost immediately lost. My hands fisted in their bindings, and I whimpered and struggled to keep my climax in check. “Sir,” I groaned. “I can’t.”
His tongue licked my slit, and he sucked my inner lips into his mouth, but he avoided my clitoris for a few seconds to give me time to calm down again. My heart warmed. He wanted me to succeed in obeying his order; he wasn’t setting me up for failure. Knowing this, I found I was able to regain some tenuous control over my body.
Control that was once again poised to shatter as his tongue found my clitoris again. I arched my hips into his face, and was rewarded by his dark chuckle. “I think you are ready, gattina.” He removed his briefs and reached for his pants, fishing a condom out of the pocket and tearing the foil and rolling it on in one practiced motion. He held his dick in one hand and rubbed it up and down my slit, and I held my breath in anticipation.
So close. I was so close. And I was going to explode the instant he pushed his hard cock inside me. I guessed that that was something I should get permission to do. “Please Sir,” I whimpered. “Can I come when you are in me?”
That ghost of a smile again, but oh-thank-heavens, he nodded and pushed his length in me in one fluid motion, and set his thumb firmly on my clitoris. That’s all it took. I exploded. I clenched and quivered around him, and he kept thrusting, and his movement just extended my climax. My hands strained to touch his body, to hold him tight as he pounded into me. He kept rubbing my clitoris, and it was wonderful and painful and sensitive, and I wanted him to stop but needed him to continue. I was torn; I was lost in sensation as every inch of my passage was raked by his cock.
“Please,” I gasped. “Too much, too sensitive.”
He removed his thumb from my clitoris with an amused look on his face. “We really will have to work on that,” he said. He pushed deep in me. “So tight,” he groaned. My legs wrapped around his hips and tried to pull him into my body. In response, I received two hard, stinging spanks on my thighs. “You don’t get to set the pace, Alice,” he chided. “Keep your legs parted for me.”
He thrust steadily in me, his arms straddling my shoulders. His mouth dipped over my nipples; his teeth grazed them and I whimpered. With each push, his cock was making delicious contact with my g-spot, and I bit my lip and held on.
“Enzo,” I gasped. I was coming again. I started to quiver and clench, and he g
roaned and redoubled his pace. I sneaked a peek at his face. His eyes were tightly shut, and I could see the strain in his muscles. He was close too, and I willed myself to wait, to come with him.
“Fuck,” he growled, and pushed hard in me one final time as he erupted, and I permitted myself my climax, clenching around him and moaning his name.
Chapter 8
Enzo:
She was… magnificent.
I lay there, half-dazed. Touching her, making love to her and dominating her, I felt an intensity that I hadn’t felt since I was a teenager, experimenting for the first time with games of dominance and submission.
I guess I shouldn’t have slept with her. We should have talked prior to our session, and I should have cleared the air. She had every reason to believe I was jerking her around when I alternately rejected her and claimed her. But in life, every emotion came from a place, and my fear of inexperienced submissives came from an old fear.
Yet Maria was in the past. In the present, there was the so-intriguing Alice Blackwell, who submitted with grace, made love with abandon, and right now, was looking at me with narrowed eyes.
There was a small sink in the corner, and I got up to discard the condom and clean up, wetting a washcloth and bringing it back to wipe her thighs. I undid her restraints and rubbed her shoulders to ease the tension from them. She didn’t speak as I tended to her, her body soft and yielding. Finally, she spoke.
“So what gives?” she asked. “I’m too inexperienced for you until I talk to another guy, is that it? I loathe jealous guys.”
I grinned. She was so direct and forthright. She had every right to ask the question, and I loved that she didn’t let me get away with it. “No,” I replied. “It’s a bit of a story.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she replied.
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