by Mia Moore
He went to the door of his room, took a necktie from the hook and approached the bed. “Lift your head Jessica.”
He placed the fabric over her eyes and tied the ends together securely. Everything was dark and she was so exposed. She heard his soft steps and her foot was lifted, stretched to the side and set down. Then the other, so that her legs were now spread.
Her breathing quickened. Oh my God. I’m lying blindfolded and all I want is him to touch me!
His footsteps were near and then drifted away. He’s leaving me here like this! How could he? Craig Get back here!
It seemed like a long time had passed when he returned. There was a soft tap causing her to startle, turning her head quickly to the sound. There was a light touch on her foot which traced a path up her calf, thigh, hip to the outside of her breast. Her head tilted back and she gulped air as the touch danced across her chest and followed a descent along her body and leg ending at the ankle of her other foot. Every nerve in her body was on fire yearning for his touch to more intimate parts, especially as she lay, legs splayed open.
She gasped and jerked upward as drops of cold liquid splash against her tummy, dribbling along to pool in her navel. Then warmth as his tongue licked the cold from midriff and down, stopping at her navel. Her body arched upward, signaling her craving for his tongue to continue its journey. Abruptly, he pulled away and there was nothing.
Her head turned at the sound of water running. He was in the bathroom. She sighed, wanting him desperately to return.
***
He leaned over the bathroom sink cupping cold water in his hands and slashing it over his face. Jessica was in a state of arousal, yearning for his touch, and he was not immune to the sight of her naked body. From her answers on the questionnaire, it was very apparent that she wanted to be dominated sexually. Her level of kinkiness was pretty tame at this point. He knew that to get her head into a submissive state he needed to exercise control, not just of her but also for him. And that was difficult. He needed the cold water on more than his face.
He was playing with Jessica’s largest sex organ, her mind. A break now in their encounter would only serve to heighten her arousal, and give him a chance to cool his own. It would be too easy at this point to give in to his desire and make love to her. Why didn’t he? He’d played this game before with other women. Being dominated sexually was a common fantasy for professional career women. And he’d done this with more than a few. Usually at this stage, he would be stripped naked and riding the little ponies. Why is she different and why do I want to make this so special for her?
He returned to the bedroom and saw her body spread like a banquet before him. Immediately, his efforts to cool his ardor, hissed like water hitting lava rocks in a sauna.
***
She heard him return, heard his intake of breath and then soft footsteps as he approached near her head. She felt his lips brush her own and she pressed forward for more. He broke the kiss as his lips wandered to her neck. She lifted her hands to cup his head and stroke his hair. He removed her hands and placed them once more at her side; his actions were a silent command.
His right hand glided to her breast, holding the flesh in his hands gently, then squeezing harder and pulling. He released his grasp, to scrape his fingernail over her hard nipple, and pinched it hard. She gasped throwing her head back harder into the bed, causing her chest to rise. He continued trailing kisses down her neck, along her chest until his mouth reached her breast. His mouth was hot on her nipple as he ran his tongue softly over its surface. His other hand continued tweaking the nipple of her other breast.
She writhed under his caress. Touch me was a chant in her mind, in sync with her pounding heart and quickened breath. His hand left her breast and softly travelled the length of her stomach down to the yearning ache of her feminine centre. She gasped as his fingers finally touched the spot that had become the centre of her universe. She grinded and pushed herself into his fingers.
He rose to kiss her mouth once more, thrusting his tongue repeatedly into her mouth. The combined touch of his hand and his kiss pushed her over the sexual cliff. She gasped and her hands clasped his shoulders, holding on for dear life. “Craig, Craig…” She whispered into his lips as she became lost in lust.
His hand rose to hug her tightly to him, rocking her body like a baby, gently to and fro. They stayed that way until her body relaxed and her breathing slowed to its normal rhythm. He untied the blindfold and kissed her once more before standing up to retrieve the glass of orange juice, lightly flavored with champagne. He handed it to her and she gulped it down, suddenly finding herself parched.
He eased himself onto the bed next to her and took her in his arms, their bodies snuggling close, her leg intertwined with his.
Her fingers slipped to the buttonhole of his denim shirt trying to undo it. “Aren’t you a little overdressed? He allowed her to undo his shirt but stopped her hand as she toyed with the snap on his jeans. She pulled her hand away and lightly touched lower, feeling his arousal.
“What’s wrong? It’s your turn. We don’t have to stop, do we?” She murmured close to his ear.
He playfully slapped her hand and said, “Did I say you could do that?”
“No but…”
“No buts. I’m the Dom here. You were a perfect subbie.” He placed her hand inside his shirt, allowing her to play with his nipples and the hair on his chest.
“That was your first scene Jessica. I’m thinking it didn’t suck.”
“Oh my God! I loved it. I can’t believe how much I wanted you to touch me. The first night we met was hot, but it was nothing compared to this. Every fibre in me felt alive. Did my answers on the quiz give you that much information, that you knew exactly what to do?” She pinched his nipple.
“It was actually your mind I played with.’
“Seems to me, it was your fingers.”
“Yeah, but it was your mind, not having control of the situation, that really got you hot.”
“Wow. I’ve never felt like that before. Or ever stripped for a man. One part of me is shocked and another part absolutely loved it.” She propped herself up on her elbow to look into his eyes.
“You’re gorgeous.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“But I feel a bit guilty. What about you? I’d like to do something for you. I shouldn’t have all of the fun.” She snuggled tighter to him, her hand seductively caressing his chest.
“This may be difficult for you to understand, but seeing you…doing the D/s thing is enough for me right now. Don’t worry down the road a bit, I’ll get mine. But for now, I get a rush out of stretching you. This is only the beginning, there’s so much more. And I’ve got the feeling that you’ve never been cherished before. That your pleasure was always secondary to someone else’s. You’re a giver, not a taker.” He stroked her back.
She lay silently for a moment. The one guy she’d lived with-Peter- had lasted almost three years. It was true that she had given more, both physically and emotionally. Each of them maintained a full time job, yet it had fallen on her shoulders to do the bulk of the cooking and cleaning. And when she would fall into bed exhausted, he would usually expect rambunctious sex. Often she had faked it, just to satisfy him and be able to fall asleep. Not always. But she’d never felt the way she had felt an hour ago.
“Yeah maybe. But that’s kind of a typical woman thing y’know. The whole a man can work from sun to sun, but a woman’s work is never done.”
“Yeah. But the D/s thing isn’t typical. A lot of people use it to spice up their life, but it’s still not conventional. So it’s okay for me to focus on you. I want to.”
“If you insist, it works for me.” She leaned into him, planting a quick kiss on his lips. “But you know…as much fun as this is, I’m hungry. I really didn’t eat much lunch. I was scared shitless to be honest. And you’ve taken a lot out of me. Can we re-heat the frittata?”
“Sure. W
ould you like to borrow a robe and we’ll go downstairs.” He rose to his feet, opened the closet door, took out a plaid flannel housecoat and handed it to her.
She slipped her arms into it and kicked off her high heels. They left the bedroom and went down the stairs to the kitchen. She climbed onto a barstool at the island table and watched him turn the oven on, plug the tea kettle in and pour warm water into a royal blue teapot to warm it.
As he worked, she admired his strong arms, the muscular chest and tight buttocks that the blue jeans accentuated nicely. Why is he still single? He’s handsome, killer body and is a pretty nice guy. And he knows his way around the bedroom as well as kitchen.
“How long have you been living the bachelor life? You said that you’d been married at one point. Never had kids?”
“Nope. I married Heather just after we finished school. We met at university, dated while we worked our butts off getting the phd’s. We were both lucky to get teaching positions there, so got married. We’d talked about children and agreed we wanted to have a family but got caught up in our work and kept putting it off. Our plan was to pay off the student loans, save enough money for a down payment on a house and then have kids.”
“What happened? Why didn’t you?”
“Well she was offered a full teaching position at McGill, with way more money. I was doing fine in Toronto and we tried running two households, her in Montreal and me here. It worked out okay for about a year. But we weren’t able to bank much and she started to drift away. Her work was demanding and she got a promotion to head of the department. So it just never materialized.”
He turned off the kettle and busied himself putting tea bags into the pot and emptying the kettle into it.
“And you’ve been single ever since? Writing books and articles.”
“Well I’ve dated. I lived with a woman for a couple of years. But that didn’t work out.” He set the pot of tea, cups, then milk and sugar in front of her. “And what about you? Why are you still dating? I’m surprised that some guy hasn’t swept you off your feet.”
“Yeah me too. When my relationship broke up, I was turned off men for a long time. The ex was climbing the corporate ladder and into lots of single women’s beds. God only knows where he got the time and energy. Well, he knocked up one of the harem and now they are living unhappily ever after.”
“You’re kidding. He screwed around on YOU? He must have been a real asshole. How’d you hook up with him in the first place?” Craig settled into the chair across from her.
“I met him shortly after I moved here. I had just started working. Sylvie, one of the journalists was covering the film festival and I was her assistant. I tagged along to help her and met Peter there. There were some sparks. We started dating and started living together. Mom and Dad never really cared for him. That should have been a big clue for me.”
“So you got over your man hating. Didn’t turn into a lesbian and you’ve been doing the dating scene ever since.” He glanced at his watch, got up, took a couple of plates from the cupboard and then opened the oven door. “Mmm, I think it’s done” he muttered. He slipped on his oven mitts and scooped the hot pan of lasagna out of the oven.
“Voila.” He turned and showed it to her.
“You made lasagna! I thought we were having left overs from brunch? I love you. Will you have my baby? Can I do anything to help out?” She grinned.
“Just perch right there. I’m taking care of this. We’re both hungry. I knew we would be after doing a scene like we just did. And this is part of the cherishment that a Dom shows his subbie.”
“Oh, so you prepared this second meal. You’re pretty sure of yourself Mr. Forsyth. How did you know that we’d end up almost in bed? Are you insinuating that I’m easy?”
“Absolutely. It’s part of your charm. THAT and the fact that I’m irresistible.” He set a plate of meaty lasagna in front of her with cutlery and a napkin.
She looked at him and shook her head. He certainly is confident. And wasn’t that what I was looking for? And he cooks too! Where have you been all my life? She continued smiling waiting until he had settled in his chair with a plate before him.
“Mmmm. This is good. Do you treat all of your subbies this well?”
“Just the ones with green eyes.” He smiled and held his fork in front of him. “Seriously, I know that you were pretty nervous at brunch. This is new to you – not sex of course. But trusting me and giving me power over your body. That’s different. It takes a lot of courage to surrender.”
“My nervousness showed huh? Yeah, it was totally different. But it was probably the hottest sex I’ve ever had. And you didn’t even make love to me. I mean… I still feel a little guilty over that.” She took another bite of her dinner. It was disappearing quite quickly, she noticed and glanced at the pan, considering seconds.
“Don’t. It was a total head rush for me. You honored me giving me your trust. To cause you to be so aroused and controlling the pace, the scene. Don’t worry, I got mine too.” His eyes met hers and he reached over to squeeze her hand.
She grinned, thinking of the scene earlier in the bedroom. Tinderbox was waking up again. The talk and the food in her stomach had given her a nudge. Will we go upstairs again after dinner? Have dessert in bed? What is this man doing to me? I don’t know but I LIKE it.
“Would you like some more?” He tilted his head and smiled.
Is he reading my mind? Her cheeks were warm again.
“Yes and Yes.” She squeezed his hand.
He shot her a puzzled look and then smiled. “Okay, let’s feed you first.” He got up to get her a second helping.
He had finished eating and sat watching her as she finished her second helping. “Where do you put it? You’re petite. You must have a hollow leg because it sure isn’t showing on your hips or stomach.”
“Look who’s talking. You with the washboard abs. My stomach isn’t as flat as it once was.” She ran her hand over her tummy.
“That’s sexy as hell. Don’t lose it.”
“There’s no chance of that if you keep feeding me like this.’ She popped the last bite into her mouth.
She swallowed and said “And now the other more?”
“You said earlier that you did some research on D/s? Did you come across any mention of topping from the bottom?” He stood and removed the plates taking them to the sink. Turning back to her, he took her hand and led her into the living room.
Her eyes were drawn to Mother Nature’s panoramic display. The sun had become a fiery orb, floating it seemed on the edge of the water, shades of red, orange and pink shimmering on the skyline. Where had the day gone?
Hiding her disappointment that they weren’t visiting his bedroom, she said, “What's topping from the bottom? I’m guessing it’s an anatomically challenging position. Is it in the Kama Sutra? I’ll look it up in my copy.”
“Silly Sam. It’s where the subbie, who's the bottom, tries to direct the Dom, who’s the top.”
They sat down next to each other on the sofa and snuggled close. He touched her chin with his fingers, tilted her face up and kissed her. His hand slipped inside her robe and caressed her waist and back. She twisted slightly, her body inviting his touch on her chest and front. She reached hungrily for him, opening her legs at the same time. His hand crept lower on her waist. Quickly he grasped her hips. Her body, a light rag doll in his strong arms, was lifted and flipped so that she lay across his lap, ass facing up.
Restraining her back with one hand as she squirmed trying to raise herself, his other hand grabbed a fistful of the robe at her knees and raised it up over her bottom to her waist.
Her face transformed in color to one of the reddish hues of the sunset outside. Was it exertion, trying to escape or the sudden naked vulnerability of her bottom, or a combination?
Whack! Her body jerked upward, the struggle renewed as his hand delivered the first resounding slap and rested softly there for a moment.
“THAT’
s for topping from the bottom in the kitchen.”
Another hard slap was delivered, his hand lingering there, stroking softly. Her efforts to escape were now a half hearted attempt.
“And THAT’s for topping in here, just now.”
Her bottom was turning as pink as her face. It stung. She’d never been spanked in her life. Not even as a little girl when she was bad.
Another hard blow landed on her ass, causing her gasp and moan “Ooweee!”
“And that last one was because I wanted to.” His hand continued to caress her, softly cupping each round globe of her bottom, and slid down between them, fingers probing forward.
She lay still across his lap, helpless. She rested her head against the arm of the sofa, her body now still and waiting. His hand explored her tenderly. Her breathing quickened, heart pounded.
She could feel his arousal against her tummy. Her hips rolled towards him, squirming. “Craig…yes…OH CRAIG!” Her body quivered; crying his name as she climaxed. Spent, she lay across him, panting.
After a few minutes she turned over to gaze up at him. They smiled at each other until she raised her arms to his neck, pulling him closer to her. He scooped her into his arms, sat her on his lap and kissed the spot just below her ear. She melted into his kisses, satiated and happy.
“What are you doing to me?” Her lips brushing the folds of his ear, she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Nothing more than you deserve. Cherishing and claiming you.” He whispered, before kissing her once more, his tongue dancing with hers.
“If this is how a Dom treats a subbie, I’m in. This was unbelievable today. Pinch me. I think I’m dreaming.” She looked into his eyes.
“Ooowe! That hurt!” His hand had descended to her bottom and delivered a hard pinch.
He smiled at her. “You asked.”
“Well, I know I’m not in Kansas anymore.” She snuggled into his neck and sighed. Both were quiet, lost to their own thoughts. They held each other for a long while, each of them content and at ease in the stillness.
