by Cherry Lee
His body was hard and insistent, the bulge of his erection pressing into her belly and his hot mouth nuzzling her neck. He sucked on her throat then nipped it lightly, a growl vibrating from his mouth into her skin. She moaned and tipped her head back against the wall, offering herself. Her fingers clutched his shaggy hair, holding him to her. She wanted more, more, more. All common sense fled beneath the onslaught of need. She couldn’t find it in her to care that someone else might come out the exit at any minute and find them there. In fact, the idea only added to her excitement and arousal.
His hand slid beneath her skirt and panties, fingers tracing the lips of her pussy and seeking her wet center. Sabrina gasped, suddenly shocked from an alternate world in which she did exactly what he bid her into cold reality. “No. this is crazy. I can’t...”
“Sh.” He nipped her collarbone, sending another bolt of desire through her. “Yes you can. You will. You don’t have any choice. Submit to me.” Each statement struck like a low gong, vibrating through the air and filling her mind. Her will crumbled again as his fingers plunged between her lips and into her body. She squirmed and struggled—not to get away but to impale herself on his hand.
Sabrina whimpered and ground against him. Brian continued to support her with one arm while his hand explored her cunt. His thumb grazed over her clit and electricity jolted through her. She hissed.
“You like that? Need it, I think. It’s been too long.”
“Mm,” she murmured.
He pinched her clit hard, gave it a little twist and she squeaked. “Oh God!” Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“Like it rough,” he muttered. “I thought you would.”
How could he know? He’d glimpsed her through the eye of his camera and come up with all these assumptions about her, and so far every one of them was correct. How could he see in an instant what people who surrounded her every day had no clue about? Everyone thought she was a bitch, a barracuda, an ice queen, or whatever other epithet they liked to use for a woman in charge. No one guessed her secret submissive nature. This stranger appeared to know her better than anyone in her life.
Brian alternated between lightly tickling her pussy and abusing it with pinches and pokes designed to hurt. Within seconds Sabrina was shaking and crying out and coming. Her climax hurtled through her like a Cirque du Soleil performer gone berserk. She banged the back of her head against the building as she arched into Brian’s skilled touch.
When the last glimmer of orgasm died away, she was limp and appeased. But guilt and shame quickly chased away her afterglow. She opened her eyes to see Brian looking into her face and she was humiliated by what she’d let this perfect stranger do to her.
He smiled. “You are a horny little bitch under that aloof veneer, aren’t you?”
She released his shoulders and unclamped her legs from around him. “Put me down, please.”
He cocked his head. “Really? Do you think that’s fair? What about me? Feel what you’ve done to me.” He drew her hand to his cock, let her feel its thick length through his trousers. “Doesn’t seem right to just walk away, does it?”
“What do you want?” she demanded, her negotiating skills kicking in automatically. “I’m not going to let you fuck me. Do you expect a blow job? I agree I owe you one, but not here. Maybe in your car.”
He blew an irritated breath as he set her on her feet. “Whew, lawyers. You sure know how to take the spontaneity out of things.”
Sabrina tried not to notice him watching her as she pulled down her hem and smoothed her hair.
“We’re going to go back inside,” he announced. “I have more photos I need to take. Then we’re going to my place and you’re going to do something for me.”
“I don’t know you. I’m not going off with a complete stranger.” She felt with her toes for the high heel which had dropped from her foot.
“Not much of a stranger. I just had my hand buried in your pussy. Besides, your friend has my business card. If I murder you, she’s sure to figure it out and I won’t get paid for my work tonight. Can’t afford that.”
Sabrina suppressed a smile. She didn’t want to promise to go with him. If he’d done this to her here in a public place, just imagine what might happen between them in private, the things he might have her do in payment. Her pussy clenched and released, soaking her already sopping underwear.
“Sabrina, say yes,” he demanded. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you. I’ll treat you well and you’ll be happy you came, I promise.”
She glanced at the glowing red exit sign over the door. The safety of civilization lay within. Perhaps she could slip away after a bit and simply go home and spend the rest of the night trying to figure out what had come over her.
“Yes. I’ll go with you,” she said, and realized as the words left her mouth that she wasn’t lying. She would leave with Brian and do whatever he asked her to do.
“Good.” He stroked her hair, his hand on her head heavy and oddly comforting. “You’ll do fine. Don’t worry.”
Do fine at what? Her curiosity was piqued and her libido swelled again as dozens of erotic scenarios flipped through her mind.
Brian turned away from her, retrieved his abandoned camera and beer from the ground and headed for the door. He patted his hand against his side and summoned her as if she was a dog. “Come on. Let’s go.”
Annoyed, intrigued and turned on, Sabrina followed him into the building. What an unusual man and what a very strange evening.
Once inside, he left her without another word to resume his task of capturing candid photos of the reception. Sabrina found her seat at last and sank gratefully onto it. Her legs were trembling, her panties damp and her mind in turmoil, but she had to introduce herself to the collection of misfits at the table, random distant relatives and acquaintances who didn’t fit into any other group. She explained her connection to Wendy and then excused herself to belatedly go to the buffet. A plate full of food was what she needed to settle her stomach and calm her nerves. But she only picked at the tough beef and lukewarm green beans, her mind swirling around the possibilities for later that night and her eyes searching the room for a camera flash.
The rest of the evening she watched Brian--kneeling to catch a shot of the groom burrowing under Wendy’s skirt for the garter, standing at a safe distance as the single women scrambled for the bouquet. He photographed white icing smeared like cum on the bridal couples’ faces and captured the poignancy of Wendy and her father swaying in a final dance. Sabrina enjoyed watching Brian’s face, the frown of concentration or the flicker of a smile as a special moment touched him. He might claim this wedding gig was merely a means to an end, but she could see he took his work seriously.
He returned her look once or twice, but for the most part ignored her as though supremely confident she would stay as he’d told her to. Arrogant, domineering, egotistical and sexy as hell with his sleepy eyes and bed head. She’d love to see those half-mast eyes widen when she took him by surprise. She pictured the cock she’d only felt through his trousers, imagined it in her hands, her mouth and various other bodily openings.
By the time Brian finally approached her, a half smile on his pretty mouth, Sabrina was so aroused he could’ve bent her over one of the tables and fucked her right there while the last lingering guests watched them. Another scenario to stiffen her nipples and wet her pussy.
“Are you ready to go?” he asked.
Sabrina glanced at the cake crumbs and wine stains on the white table cloth, the chairs of her table mates long vacated, and then looked up at Brian looming over her. “Yes. I’m ready.”
He offered her his hand and drew her from her seat. As he escorted her from the hall, Wendy caught sight of Sabrina and waved. “Have fu-un,” she chirped, infusing the word with sexual innuendo. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Good God, had the woman always been that annoying?
Sabrina smiled and waved back. “Enjoy your honeymoon.” And I’m sure you
won’t do what I would do.
“Does your friend know about you?” Brian said as walked her to his car.
“Does she know what about me?”
“That you pretend to be a woman but inside you’re a bitch in heat.” The way he said it wasn’t a slur but a fact, spoken in a caressing voice that made the hair on her nape rise. A bitch—a creature of primitive responses and eager compliance—was exactly what she wanted to be. How did he keep doing that, reading her most intimate thoughts?
“It’s good. I can help you with that, but you have to trust me.” His voice was dark magic, weaving around her and binding her. Every time he spoke she felt her conscious will leeching away and her need to obey swelling through her.
They didn’t talk much on the way to his apartment. He didn’t seem to feel the need to fill the car with small talk about work or their lives outside of this evening, this moment. Sabrina was actually relieved. She spent every day talking, arguing, listening, explaining, communicating, debating with dozens of people. It was a pleasure to sit in silence, not even the radio playing, and listen to the hum of traffic as they made their way through the city.
Brian’s apartment was in a converted warehouse, not yet upgraded into chic lofts that only the wealthy could afford. The sidewalk outside the building was cluttered with society’s dregs, addicts, pimps and whores. Sabrina clutched her purse tightly and stayed close to Brian as he grasped her arm and led her to the scarred metal warehouse door. The elevator groaned as if it was haunted as it creaked slowly to the third floor. Brian pushed the grate open and led her across a hall that smelled of garlic and fry grease.
“Asian family down the hall. Nice people. They cook for me sometimes.” These were the first words he’d spoken practically since they’d left the reception. Sabrina startled at the unexpected sound. He glanced at her. “Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to eat you up…although I might eat you out.”
Her pussy lips went stiff at the suggestion and the fluttering wings in her stomach sped up. Her nipples drilled their way through her bra cups and pressed hard against the front of her dress. Her breasts felt tender. They wanted to be unbound from the confining material. She waited while Brian unlocked the door of his apartment.
He went inside first, hitting the switch and illuminating the space with a light from high above that cast the large room in stark white and dark shadows. Brian didn’t look back to see if she followed him inside. He went to a cluster of living room furniture and turned on a couple of floor lamps that cast a much friendlier glow.
Sabrina trailed after him, drawn to the bank of large, multi-paned windows that gave a view of rooftops and streets. The view couldn’t compare to the skyline view from her apartment, but it was intriguing in its own way—a snapshot of the city.
“How long have you lived here?” she asked. “I didn’t know they’d started renovating this area.”
“Sh.” He snapped his fingers at her. “No talking now. I’m going to give you some orders and you’re going to follow them. If you do well, you’ll get a treat. If not, you’ll be punished.”
It was far too late for “I’m not sure” and “Don’t talk to me like that”. Sabrina had known the kind of games they were going to play. That was why she’d come here. Still her tongue betrayed her, trying to establish her identity as a strong, independent woman. “I don’t think I know you well enough to go straight into this kind of play. Perhaps we should talk first. Get to know each other better.”
“We know each other exactly as much as we need to. If you’d wanted to chat, that would’ve happened in the car.” He walked toward the far end of the room, clicking on another light. “Now it’s time for you to be silent and obey.”
He turned on some soft jazz that filled the nooks and crannies of the big space, making it feel less formidable. Sabrina rubbed her hand up and down her arm, prickling not with cold but with nerves. Brian didn’t offer her a drink or a seat as he went about his apartment, turning on lights then removing his jacket and tossing it over a chair. She felt awkward and off kilter and was beginning to wonder why she’d come with him.
Stay,” he ordered and walked to the bedroom suite in a corner of the loft. He proceeded to strip off his shirt, replacing it with a T-shirt. The trousers came off too and before he slid into a pair of sweats, Sabrina had ample time to notice that he went commando. Her eyes were riveted on his bare ass and a glimpse of cock.
At last he turned around and padded back to her on bare feet. No—“sauntered” was the word. He moved with graceful ease, testosterone oozing from every pore. He was entirely alpha male and made her feel small, feminine and vulnerable.
Brian stopped in front of her, reached out and smoothed his hand over her hair. “You’re very obedient. That’s good. Now I want you down on all fours.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Kick off your shoes, get down on the floor and be a dog.”
Her blood raged through her veins, pulsing hard in her pussy at the words. She didn’t hesitate, but did as he bid, dropping to her hands and knees. The doggie position wasn’t new, but being told to act like a dog was. Tentatively she panted and let out a weak bark.
“I didn’t say pretend to be a dog. I told you to be one. Don’t think about it. The point is to learn to become the animal when you take on the role.”
Sabrina glanced up at him. “I feel stupid.”
He leaned over and rapped the tip of her nose, hard. “You’re going to feel humiliated by the time I’m through with you, but you’re also going to feel released.” He stroked his hand the length of her back, then hitched her skirt up so her panties were revealed.
Her face burned as he patted her rump and commented, “Nice ass. Now crawl around a little. He sat down on the couch to watch.
Sabrina exhaled a shaky breath and crawled across the floor, examining the living room furniture, sniffing the upholstery, exploring her new environment. The bare wood floor was hard and cool beneath her knees and palms. It didn’t take long for her knees to hurt a little from the unfamiliar position. She was excruciatingly aware of Brian’s gaze drilling into her and thought how she must look to him with her expensive dress pulled high and her white panties on display. Was he hard? Did he ache for her? She glanced at the man sitting on the couch and noted with satisfaction the visible bulge in the front of his sweats. Oh yes, she was definitely turning him on. That pleased her. She found she wanted to arouse him. Although she might be the one in the submissive position, she had power over his cock even from down here on all fours.
“Come here,” he called and she went over to him, head lowered, eyes gazing up from beneath her brows.
He leaned forward and stroked her hair back from her head, ruffling it as if she were a real canine. “You’re a good girl.”
Brian picked up the camera sitting on the couch cushion and pointed it at her. “I’m going to take some pictures. Crawl away from me a little then look back over your shoulder.”
An alarm went off in Sabrina’s head and the enjoyment she was beginning to feel in this strange game evaporated. “No pictures. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Don’t worry. Nothing that happens between us here will ever be shown to anyone else. The pictures are for us to enjoy. Trust me, you’re not going to find ‘em on line tomorrow. I swear.”
Easy enough for liars to swear as she knew well from years as a lawyer, but as Sabrina gazed into Brian’s eyes and listened to his solemn voice, she believed he spoke the truth.
“I want to capture you like this. Humor me.”
Slowly she nodded. Once more he flicked the tip of her nose hard enough that it stung and her eyes watered. “Now, no more talking, bitch.”
Sabrina whimpered and rubbed her nose with her hand.
“Walk away now,” he ordered as he raised the camera to his eye.
She obeyed, padding away from the couch and then looking back over her shoulder at him.
“No. Not like a model tryi
ng to be seductive. Just look at me like a dog looks at its master.”
With longing. That’s what dogs were like, always hopeful of a treat and seeking more petting and praise. Sabrina stopped thinking and looked at Brian, begging him with her eyes to tend to her. She wanted a good, hard fucking. Her body ached for it, but she didn’t have the words to ask for what she needed.
“Hold very still,” he ordered. He didn’t use a flash, only the illumination of the lamp. “All right. Go on. Keep exploring like a dog would.”
Sabrina ranged around the loft, checking out the other areas, the kitchen and bedroom with its dirty clothes on the floor. Off the bedroom area was a small bathroom and another closed door beside it. She pawed at the door, but it wouldn’t open.
“That’s my dark room.” Brian had trailed after her, snapping shots every now and then. Now he stooped and picked up a sock. “Want to play tug-of-war?”
She looked up at him and shook her head. No way was she putting his used sock in her mouth. That was taking this game too far.
“Come on. Dogs love to play. How about chasing a ball?” He went to his dresser and pulled a small rubber ball from a drawer. He held it up in front of her and Sabrina perked up, pretending excitement at the sight of a toy.
Brian tossed it the length of the apartment. Sabrina yipped and went scrambling after it, chasing the blue ball across the floor and cornering it by the couch. She picked it up in her mouth, a flicker of pleasure lighting in her at the conquest, and carried it back to the man.
Brian crouched down and took pictures of her as she approached him with the ball gripped between her teeth. It was hard to hold it that way. Her jaw wasn’t big enough even though the ball was quite small. Saliva dripped from her mouth down her chin.
“Good girl, bring it to me. Now drop it. Drop it!” he commanded as she came close. All the while, he captured the moment on film, snapping shot after shot. Sabrina still wasn’t sure how she felt about the camera, but part of her wanted to see how she looked performing like this. She felt sexy and could tell from the glitter in Brian’s eyes that she looked hot to him as a dog-woman.
