The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1)

by Jake Furie Lapin

  “Don’t worry. Do what you want to do to me,” she answered, probably somewhat due to her intoxicated state, but it set things at ease.

  I lit about 6 or 7 of her candles. “These are going to come into play at some point in the night,” I informed her. She looked a bit confused.

  “This has to come off,” I said, referring to the thin strip of hair above her clam.

  “That’s fine,” she assured me, “I promise to shave it off tomorrow or tonight after we have sex.”

  “No,” I said, “I’m going to take care of it right now.” I went to the bathroom and took out her cream and razor while she was bound to the bed. I carefully shaved the excess hair that was above her clam. At that point, I could tell that she trusted me 1000% because I did a great job of cleaning her up.

  “Next time, make sure you are smooth and ready for me,” I demanded.

  “I will,” she said.

  “No. Say yes, Sir,” I commanded. She understood and promptly nodded her head and bit her tongue.

  The candles had been lit awhile, so I grabbed one and dripped some wax on her nipples, legs and clit. She flinched a few times, but quickly realized that she enjoyed the pain and pleasure, just as I had learned when I lost my virginity. I didn’t drip any wax on her scars, but instead I kissed all of her scars. “You are a beautiful woman. Don’t ever let a man bring you down in that way,” I told her. She almost teared up in happiness.

  All the wax had dried in drops on her legs. “I will be right back,” I assured her. I went into her beautiful gourmet kitchen and found a filet knife for cutting fish. When I returned to the bedroom she had a horrified look on her face.

  “Don’t worry,” I said while calming her.

  I then slowly and carefully peeled all of the wax off of her body. She was quivering and panting, most likely reliving the terror of her abusive past. After I removed all of the wax I returned the knife to the kitchen, reentered the bedroom and immediately released her from her bindings. As soon as she was free she lunged and grabbed me, “Thank you so much! I’m very much in love with you!” she said excitedly.

  “You are not in love with me at this point. Just now, you learned what BDSM is all about. It’s about trust and being open with one another,” I said to her. “We are not going to have sex tonight, but instead, we are going to rest and absorb what we have gone through. We will have sex in the morning.”

  The next morning, when I woke up next to her I found myself to be extremely hard. Without saying a word, I spooned her from behind and began to play with her nipples. I discovered she had extremely sensitive nipples, and started moaning and grinding against me. After running my hands up and down her body for a while and kissing her neck, I flipped her over with her legs over my shoulders. I massaged her pussy firmly for a while and then slid two fingers inside; she was soaking wet. Her pussy juices were flowing and I couldn’t wait to taste them. I went down on her slowly, and flicked her clit with my tongue. I started slowly kissing all around her juicy lips, and began to pick up the pace when I noticed her breathing got very hard and fast.

  “I need you inside me,” she whispered.

  Without saying a word, I entered her and pushed all the way inside. She moaned loudly and clenched around me. I fucked her slowly, letting her savor every inch, before upping the intensity. She was close to cumming already and started to moan louder. While still inside her and thrusting, I leaned down and kissed her passionately, first on the mouth and then all over her neck and chest. I fingered her nipple with one hand and braced myself with the other as I went deeper and deeper inside of her. She was practically shrieking by this point, and I knew she was going to cum hard. Sure enough, just a few seconds later her whole body bucked and I felt her spasms around my cock. With one final thrust, I came hard with her. It was incredible, and I knew she wouldn’t forget it. I wanted to give her a lesson in trusting a man, and showing her the type of man she should be with.

  “Wow,” said Kelli. “That’s amazing. What happened next?”

  “Well,” Jake replied, “it was now 7:15am. In spite of the great sex we’d just had, I’d been restless all night and something just wasn't sitting right inside me. Megan lay peacefully on my chest, holding me securely, comfortingly. I wanted to do something special for her, make her breakfast, and make her cum hard again in our next sex session. I slid my way out of the bed and gracefully made my way to the kitchen. Omelette or Pancakes, I thought. The answer came right away: Pancakes with berries. We will need the energy to burn off our intense, upcoming sex session.

  I started to prepare the mix, thinking to myself, ‘It should only take 20 minutes to make a few nice stacks.’ I wanted this to be perfect. Thankfully, she had fresh strawberries and blueberries in the fridge, and a healthy multi-grain pancake mix in her pantry. ‘Organic maple syrup, awesome,’ I thought. As I started to prepare the meal I heard a noise, and looked over to spot her phone, just sitting there on the kitchen counter. I was curious, ‘Who is this girl, really?’ I wondered.

  I picked up the phone and saw that it was lit up from a text message. I suppose that most men wouldn’t have intruded, but then…I’m not most men. So I opened the text and read the contents. It was from a guy, and it read: "Megan, I'm sorry about last night. I won't bring up our past again, can I bring over a few movies tonight and snuggle like we used to?" Next to the message there was an image she had attached to the contact details and the name of the sender. Mark: her date from the bar last night.

  ‘Fuck!’ I thought. ‘Hmmmm.’ Maybe she wasn’t as unattached as she had led me to believe. Without a second thought, I replied back for her, "Mark, you know what, come over now. Be here no sooner than 8:00am, I'm making breakfast, let's talk."

  :-) was the response back.

  I put the phone down, turned around, and Megan was standing in the doorway. She was dressed in only my white button down shirt, as she made her way into the kitchen stretching sexily.

  "Jake, last night was amazing. I can't wait to feel you inside me again. Fuck you’re good!” I stared at her, this time with distrust. I didn’t want to let her know what I was thinking though, so I pretended that everything was fine.

  "Babe, sit down, I'm making breakfast." I furiously finished the mix, poured several pancakes into the pan, and chopped up the berries as the pancakes were cooking. Quickly getting two plates, I made two healthy stacks with fruit and plain yogurt, and placed the berries on top. I looked over at her, and could tell that she was quite impressed by my kitchen skills. However, my attention wasn’t on the food anymore. I was glancing at the kitchen clock. It read 7:40am. Not much time. I left both finished plates on the counter, made my way to the kitchen table and I sat down across from her.

  "Megan, we need to have a lesson. Come here." She grinned at me, and I knew what she was thinking. She was remembering the sizzling hot vanilla sex that we had just an hour or so before. She was expecting more of the same, but didn’t yet realize that this lesson wasn't going to be pleasant for her.

  She quickly left her chair and walked over to me. I firmly grabbed her long wavy hair and knotted it around my left fist, pulling her across my lap. Holding her down with her hair in my left hand, I started to firmly spank her ass with my right hand, hitting as hard as I could. I licked my right palm a few times to make it sting, I wanted to leave impressions on her ass.

  I finished and glanced at the clock again; it was 7:43am.

  I threw her on top of the table, and while holding her arms down, I made my way to her thighs with my mouth. The spanking had shocked her somewhat, but she was still wet. When I flicked her fleshy button with my tongue she moaned, "Oh yes, please Jake. I need this, take me." I sucked on her thigh and bit down, hard, leaving my mark on her inner thigh.

  The clock said 7:45am. I pulled myself up and she grabbed my cock. I looked at her, and placed my hand firmly around her throat. She eagerly slid my cock inside her wet pussy.

  "Fuck me, fuck me hard." Still grabbing her throat,
I pounded her furiously with fast, hard, thrusts, harder than she had ever felt before. Her breasts were bouncing up and down and every thrust brought a new sound out of her lips. She was panting like an animal and shouting my name.

  "Jake! Oh my god, Jake! I am so close. Keep fucking me, right there. Please, fuck me harder!"

  Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 7:50am. I kept fucking her until she was at the edge. Then, just before she came, I stopped. Completely.

  She was totally bewildered. "Jake, what are you doing? I'm so close, why are you stopping?"

  "Beautiful, it's 7:53am, and your BLIND date, Mark will be here soon to snuggle and watch movies like old times," I said sarcastically.

  She bowed her head. She knew exactly what was happening: she lied to me about her date.

  "Serve him breakfast and talk to him. Tell him the truth," I told her firmly. "When you are ready to be honest with me, call me and let me know. I have a flight out to Vegas this afternoon from Philadelphia airport, so you can call me when I am out there. BDSM is not a game. There is no room for lies or side stepping issues. It's about being honest and trustworthy. If you lie to me now, how will I know you won't lie to me again so you can sleep with another guy? Understand?"

  She nodded her head in understanding.

  It was 7:55am, I grabbed my belongings, and left her place feeling disgusted. Almost immediately, my phone lit up with a new message from her, "I'm sorry, I want to be with you." I didn't respond back, I needed to get home and get ready for my trip to Vegas.

  “Impressive,” said Kelli. “It’s good to know that you can speak your mind so clearly and stick to your beliefs.” Jakes story was making her feel warm all over. She couldn’t believe how strong he was, and she felt moved by what he told her.

  She pulled herself together and realized that he was gazing at her intently. He was waiting for her to say something.

  “So, uh, that was what happened from the charity event. What about the trip to Vegas?”

  “Well, driving home to pack for the trip, my phone kept prompting me of new messages from Megan. I wasn’t responding but they just kept coming:

  "I'm sorry"

  "Please talk to me"

  "Hello, Jake"

  "I need to talk to you, to explain"

  "Please don't hate me. I know what I did was wrong"

  "I need to talk to you"

  "Don't hate me, please"

  "Call me"

  All the messages were coming in about 10 seconds apart. I just let it sit for a while. She needed to get worried and really think about what had taken place. I wasn’t going to be another one of these guys that she could lie to.

  In between messages from Megan, I got a new text from an old friend. It was someone that I’d had a casual fling with in the past. I had actually wanted to go deeper with her, but it had remained casual.

  "Hi" was the message. My heart raced fiercely. Our paths crossed several times, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for them to cross again after the last time. She had hurt me a lot. I thought it was over and buried by now, but obviously, it's never over. It's never finished business, always unfinished.

  Kelli smiled again. “It’s good to know that someone can get through to you,” she said. “I see that you have a heart, after all.”

  Jake nodded and continued with his story.

  "Hey V, how r u?" I responded.

  "Talk? Are you alone?" she said.

  "Kinda getting ready to pack for Vegas, can I call you in a bit?"

  "KK," she responded.

  I knew something had to be wrong. V had only ever texted me when she felt lonely or wanted to talk about something going on in her life.

  By this time I was home and packing quickly for my short trip. Already the drama was rolling in.

  I thought about the events of the past 24 hours. I did like Megan, a lot. I felt bad about leaving her in such a state of despair and arousal, but I didn't appreciate being lied to or misled. Maybe I should give her a second chance?

  In the meantime, I had to figure out what do I do about my old friend. It occurred to me that I would have to open up to Megan a bit more, make sure she knew everything about me, and let her know that I cannot commit to any relationship right now.

  Finally, I sent her a text to explain myself and put her mind somewhat at ease.

  "Megan, I am upset, but I understand why you did what you did. I've been there before, afraid of the truth. I'll call you when I am at the gate, as I'll probably have 30 minutes or so to kill, OK?"

  "OMG, thank you Sir xo," she replied.

  As I drove to the airport I thought about the fact that V was texting me. It had to be something major; she usually only reached out to me when she was in significant pain. What could it be? I knew that she had recently been involved with a guy that I knew was a complete player. I had tried to warn V about him, and knew that she might get hurt, but she’d been obsessed with winning him over. I knew that it was really about the chase on both sides, and that it wouldn’t last, but she was determined to pursue the relationship.

  I called her and within a few minutes, she had broken down in tears. He had left her, just like I had predicted. I gave her some words of comfort. It really bothered me to see her in pain. I tried to give her the support that she needed, and she eventually calmed down. I told her that when I got back from my Vegas trip that we could get together and talk about things.

  After I checked in and got through security at the airport, I decided to give Megan a call. I figured that I would at least give her a chance to explain herself. She was incredibly grateful and told me over and over again how sorry she was for having deceived me. I told her that I liked her a lot but that I needed for us to be completely transparent with one another from this point forward. There could be no room for any lies.

  Megan immediately agreed, and I told her that I was going to be very busy on the Vegas trip, particularly as I was planning to participate in several poker tournaments. However, I also told her that I wanted to take her out for dinner when I came back from Vegas, so that we could get to know each other better.

  Kelli felt approving. “Good for you!” she said. “I think second chances are important.” She thought of how many times she had given Paul a second, third, and fourth chance. It had been the right thing to do at the time, even if those days were coming to an end.

  “So, you still haven’t told me about Vegas! What happened when you got there?”

  “Well, I was ready for a swim, so I got my swim trunks on and headed for the pool. A bunch of my poker buddies were already there and having beers, so I joined them. What immediately caught my eye was the fact that all the guys were sitting in a row, and there was one empty chair. Next to the empty chair was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Of course I sat in the empty chair.

  I sat for a while making small talk with my buddies, but eventually the woman turned to me and struck up a conversation. She asked about the tournament and we got into a great conversation. I can always tell when a woman is interested or available, and this was definitely one of those situations. We started to talk more intimately, and she told me that her boyfriend was also in the pool bragging up his poker tournament prowess. She confessed to me that she traveled all over the country with him, but that she never actually got to spend time with him.

  “What do you mean?” I asked her.

  She replied, “Well, it’s just that he’s always gambling or sleeping, or out drinking with his buddies! I hardly ever get to see him.”

  I leaned in and gazed into her eyes. “Do you get lonely?”

  She nodded, slowly. “Yes, yes I do. I just want to be able to spend quality time with the man I love.”

  We talked for a few minutes longer before she turned to me. “Jake, I know this might be a lot to ask and you might be busy, but would you be able to just hang out with me for a while? Just dinner and talking?”

  I agreed. I was still thinking of both Megan and V, but it seemed like a little fr
iendly company with a beautiful woman couldn’t hurt.

  She stood up, and I admired her gorgeous, svelte figure, as she told me that she was going to her room to get ready for dinner.

  After she left, a guy came out of the pool and approached me. It turned out that it was her boyfriend. He’d seen me talking to her and felt threatened, I suppose.

  He asked me what I’d talked about with her and I told him we’d just chatted about various things. Then he proceeded to tell me that he had met a different girl just hours before and planned to “tap that” during the evening.

  Kelli was horrified. “What? He actually TOLD you that?”

  Jake nodded. “Yeah. The guy was that arrogant and that stupid. I couldn’t believe that he had such a stunning girlfriend and would treat her like that. I decided right then and there that I was going to teach him a lesson, somehow.”