Tasting Candy

by Candy Quinn

  Those long, shapely legs of hers were ivory coloured and so beautiful. The kind that just made you want to kiss them, rub your hands along them, all before feeling them wrap about your waist and cling to you.

  She slipped in deep to the center of the back seat, adjusting her blonde hair as she waited for me, leaving that slender stalk of a neck exposed facing me.

  Elliot finished packing the trunk as I stood quietly watching, just letting her stew in anticipation, to see what she’d do and how she responded to pressure.

  But she had the patience of an angel, and I couldn’t help but smile as I saw her sparkling blue eyes look at me.

  I moved to the back seat with her, the hard seat against my back and ass as I looked to her.

  “What’s your name?” I asked.

  “Angela,” she said without pause, but what was most remarkable was just how beautiful that voice was. ‘Voice of an angel’ didn’t do her justice, and it made me regret having silenced her for as long as I did.

  She was the whole package, a body that belonged on the cover of magazines and billboards, a voice that should be singing before a crowd. The grace of a lady far her senior in years and social standing. Her every little move so dainty and meticulous as she crossed her legs and let her hands rest over her knee.

  “Well, Angel,” I said, taking ownership of that name and rebranding her. “I think you’re going to have a wonderful vacation.” My hand went to her thin, toned thigh, resting atop it and squeezing as Elliot went into the front seat and started us on our journey.

  With the windows down, it blew her blond hair away from her perfect cheekbones, the little button nose that made her look so youthful.

  She leaned in against me, slender arms coiling about my own as she pressed her surprisingly ample bust to my bicep. She was the full package, and as she gazed up at me with such sparkling eyes, I could see down that dress to the sight of such ample, pale breasts on display.

  “I know we will, Sir,” she said with such reverence and respect in each word.

  I was only a man, and I couldn’t control the way I began to swell at those sweet words, at the press of her body to mine. I leaned back, trying to look more relaxed, when all I could think about was getting to the hotel and ravishing her.

  She wasn’t just any companion, after all. She was chosen for my tastes, and I throbbed again just thinking about it.

  Thinking about making her mine.

  It was an old colonial style building, settled amongst the trees and overlooking the ocean. Beautiful sand and water spread out before us, the cities and towns hidden by the lush foliage. The sea air blew in, and it was as if all my worries simply melted away. Especially with beautiful Angel still shimmying into me, needy for approval that I never truly gave.

  Elliot opened my door, and I held out my hand to help Angel out as I looked upon the great hotel. It could easily house a couple dozen families, but it was far more exclusive than that, and only a few cars were parked nearby.

  I strode towards the building with the same slow, measured gait of the locals, taking my time to enjoy the warm sun on my skin and the breeze in my hair.

  I felt so relaxed, and yet, I also felt this excitement beneath the surface of my skin. I didn’t want to rush, though. I wanted to soak in every moment of my vacation.

  “What do you think, Angel?”

  She looked like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide and shimmering, excitement radiating from her as she bit her lower lip and soaked it all in.

  “It’s beautiful, simply beautiful,” she said soft and breathlessly. The ravishing young vixen nearly bouncing along my side with her excitement, rubbing against me with her supple, yielding breasts. She was the perfect, soft woman, who looked like she’d ever be in need of a hard, guiding father figure.

  “Where are we staying, Sir?” she asked delightedly.

  I smiled, taking a moment to stop and point to the east wing. “That’s us,” I said, “so that we can enjoy sunrise together.”

  The way her eyes sparkled at that said she was delighted with the response, but then looking at her stare at our place for the vacation, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d reacted that way to whatever I said. She looked absolutely delighted just to be at my side.

  Either she was a really good actress, or she was actually the real deal. An innocent little thing who wanted nothing more than to be taken care of.

  A rare and true pet.

  I’d find out soon enough, and I draped my arm around her delicate shoulders as I guided her inside.

  Beautiful artwork surrounded us in the lobby. It wasn’t just the hung paintings, but the marble carvings, the way the ceiling as shaped as if to tell a story, it was beyond lavish. And it wasn’t like the high class places in New York, stripped of emotion and personality. It was true artisan work, and I couldn’t help but appreciate it.

  I was a lover of the arts, and my own condo was filled with colour and passion. It was one of the few things that motivated me to earn as much as I did.

  The second thing was the pristine young woman on my arm.

  I led her up the marble staircase, listening to her heel click against the smooth stone, the two of us left alone as I showed her to our suite.

  We had the entire wing to ourselves. I didn’t scrimp on things like this. I worked hard, and I deserved the best, and while the hotel technically housed other guests, I ensured they’d be nowhere near me and my Angel.

  The room was adorned in red and gold, the king sized bed nestled next to the large window that looked out over the ocean.

  But lavish rooms and high class living weren’t the only things the hotel was known for, and I greedily took in the little instruments I’d requested, laid out with care on the bed. A blindfold, five strips of leather with their metal Os, a paddle.

  All I needed.

  Angel reacted with sheer awe, gazing about as if she’d never seen so magnificent a place before in all her life, and of course she hadn’t. Though when her gaze came to rest upon the sight of those kinky implements, her eyes dipped and I could see the blush fill her pale cheeks.

  Though sweetest of all was how she clung to my arm a little tighter as she forced her gaze away.

  “It’s spectacular,” she said breathlessly.

  I stroked over her shoulder, warm from the heat of the sun, and yet even still, my touch made her skin bump.

  I shut the door, locking it.

  I didn’t want to waste even a single moment with her, and I pulled away from her.

  “I didn’t give you permission to talk, Angel,” I said with a tut-tut to my voice, my eyes flicking to the bed. The sun was higher in the sky now and the room was a bit darker than outside, a warm orange flooding the bed.

  “You’re going to have to be taught what happens when you speak out of turn.”

  The poor girl looked mortified. Her round, exotic looking eyes wide and glossy, her face appearing simply aghast. Those pouty lips of hers trembled, about to speak before she realized better and hung her head. Those little hands clasped before her as she awaited her punishment.

  What a sweet young thing.

  I had to hide my smile, though. My excitement.

  That was the hardest part, for me. It wasn’t doling out the punishment, it wasn’t listening to the girls scream in pain and pleasure, or feeling them wriggle and writhe.

  It was trying to pretend it didn’t affect me until it was time.

  I motioned towards the bed.

  “Keep your dress on, but go to the bed,” I said sternly, though I’d like to think I wasn’t cold about it.

  She obeyed perfectly, that beautiful young woman moving with such angelic steps, her dress streaming behind her as she went and tucked the skirts beneath her thighs and took a seat. She glanced over at me with those big blue eyes of hers before hiding back beneath her blonde hair.

  I stepped towards her as she settled in, and I hoped her heart was racing like mine.

  I had a specific set
of instructions for the company that sent her, and so far as I could tell, they obeyed my every word.

  My index finger went to her jawline, touching along it and making her look up at me again.

  “I want you to be as quiet as a mouse,” I instructed as I reached towards the leather collar at her side. My thumb ran along it, the cold metal pressed to my palm. Rubies adorned it all around in an intricate pattern and I smiled at the craftsmanship as I brought it to her throat.

  She tilted her head back, chin up as she let me put that collar about her neck, tying it tight about her slender little stalk.

  Up close like that I got to appreciate just how long and curved her lashes were, they fluttered before me beautifully as she let me take control. Her anxious swallow straining the confines of that collar, yet she restrained her squirm.

  I looked down on her with such appreciation as I went for the next piece of leather, this one suited for her wrist. I lifted her hand from her lap and she kept it in place as I fastened it, the rubies glittering alongside that metal O ring.

  I took a moment to feel her slender, smooth arm and smile.

  I was so damned excited. The thought of having her, fully, excited me like nothing else. No meeting with the most powerful people in the world, no amount of money, could compare to the way I felt before taking a beautiful young woman for the first time, claiming her for myself.

  To feel that milky white skin, with its smooth, flawless complexion. She was a work of art, like a statue carved by the finest of artisans, I wasn’t sure such a girl as her could exist before then. But there she was, sitting so demurely, obediently. Offered up to me as I strapped her into the leather, claiming her as mine.

  She of course never uttered a word, just cast furtive glances at me as I went about my work, took liberties with feeling her skin.

  As I fastened the last one around her ankle, stroking up along her calf with such a calm sense of entitlement, my heart thudded faster and I could barely contain myself. I let her bare feet rest against my thighs, both of them held by my hands, as I looked up at her.

  I reached for the blindfold, and beckoned her head towards me so that I could rob her of her sight.

  She did just as I wished without a word said, leaning forward and letting me wrap that blindfold about her head, tucking her beautiful blonde hair out of the way. She was so still and quiet, but there through her gauzy dress, I could see the outlines of her stiffened nipples, betraying the excitement she felt as I took my time with her.

  Those full, pink lips parted as she breathed heavier, her bosom rising and falling with each breath.

  Without her being able to see, I was able to finally smile. To let my eyes trace along her beautiful body and finally let myself seem weak to her utter beauty.

  I throbbed in my pants, and I wanted so badly for her to touch it, for her to know what she was doing to me, but that wasn’t part of the game. The fun part was seeing how long I could resist. How far I could take her before I simply had to have her.

  My hand cupped her jaw and forced her blinded face to me, so that my forehead rest against hers.

  “Are you ready, Angel?”

  That beautiful swan of a woman gave a light nod, her magnificent voice so soft and light.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, ready to offer herself up to me fully, completely. She was the full package, no hesitation, no reservation. She wasn’t just mine, she wanted to be mine. Such a rare treat in a submissive.

  I smiled and stroked her cheek as I stood. I didn’t want to bind her, not yet. I wanted to see what she’d do, how she’d react. I wanted to give her some freedom, just to see her limits and what she’d do with it.

  “Alright, Angel. I want you on all fours on the bed.”

  She obeyed, but blinded as she was she had to feel her way up onto the bed, her dainty fingers feeling out the rich blankets as she climbed in. That dress of hers didn’t cover even half of her thighs like that though, her pert little rear wagging in my face as she bent away from me, bare feet dangling over the edge of the bed.

  I liked disorienting them just a little. Making them enter my world, rely on me more.

  What could I say other than that it got me hard?

  I stood behind her, watching her ass sway with uncertainty, little tremors running down her spine, and I licked my lips as I undid my belt slowly so as not to give myself away.

  “How do you feel, Angel?”

  She was hesitant to answer me, I could tell, but she obeyed. That soft little voice so sweet and light.

  “I’m not sure, Sir… a little nervous,” and that much was obvious, with the way her slender limbs shivered now and again. Her much tinier form so frail compared to mine, her skin looking porcelain and untouched in the Caribbean light that streamed through the open windows along with the ocean breeze.

  “First times will do that,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I intended it to be comforting so much as a statement of fact.

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked, and that time I knew I was just curious. Interested.

  That question obviously threw her, the poor little dove flinching and faced me with confusion written on her beautiful pale face around the blindfold.

  She took her time, wet her lips, leaving them glossy and moist.

  “I… I’m not sure, Sir,” she said faintly. Though she’d sold her virginity off to a rich man she’d not yet met, and I could see the stiffness of her nipples prodding down through her see-through dress.

  Maybe it was just the money, but I didn’t believe so. Not with how selective I’d been, not with how many boxes on the checklist she had to say yes to.

  I brought my hand to the back of her thigh, rubbing the backs of my fingers along that smooth, sensitive flesh.“Did you shave like I asked?”

  Her blush deepened at that question, and I felt her thighs quiver a little. Those beautiful milky stems in my hand so soft and pure. She nodded her head and said to me softly, “Yes, Sir. Of course.”

  She’d never miss so big of an instruction as that, but I just wanted to see her reaction.

  Especially as my hand trailed up her inner thigh with such a slow, teasing motion, closer and closer to that prize of hers. That little bit of herself that she sold to me.

  Though I knew I got more than that. I didn’t just want a girl’s virginity.

  I wanted them to be mine, willingly, happily.

  I could feel the gentle heat of her femininity as my hand grew near along her thigh. That soft inner thigh flesh led me up towards it, where her bare little cunny — so smooth from her shaving and slick with excitement — greeted the light brush of my hand.

  That momentary contact made her gasp audibly and her whole body stiffen in surprise. She bit down upon her puffy pink lower lip and suckled it into her mouth as she tried her best to remain quiet.

  “Did you shave like I asked?”

  Her blush deepened at that question, and I felt her thighs quiver a little. Those beautiful milky stems in my hand so soft and pure. She nodded her head and said to me softly, “Yes, Sir. Of course.”

  She’d never miss so big of an instruction as that, but I just wanted to see her reaction.

  Especially as my hand trailed up her inner thigh with such a slow, teasing motion, closer and closer to that prize of hers. That little bit of herself that she sold to me.

  Though I knew I got more than that. I didn’t just want a girl’s virginity.

  I wanted them to be mine, willingly, happily.

  I could feel the gentle heat of her femininity as my hand grew near along her thigh. That soft inner thigh flesh led me up towards it, where her bare little cunny — so smooth from her shaving and slick with excitement — greeted the light brush of my hand.

  That momentary contact made her gasp audibly and her whole body stiffen in surprise. She bit down upon her puffy pink lower lip and suckled it into her mouth as she tried her best to remain quiet.

  It was so sweetly endearing, and I couldn’t help b
ut throb once again, so eager to feel that tight little pussy around me. But more that even that, I wanted to taste her.

  First, however, I had to do what I promised.

  I brought my finger, laced with her juices, away from her smooth and untouched sex, hands instead pushing up the flirty dress she’d chosen so that I could look over her pristine ass cheeks. They were so pale, so delightfully gorgeous, and I stroked along her left cheek, feeling her out.

  I rubbed it, first. Greedily, letting the soft flesh caress my hand and get the blood flowing to the surface.

  She was like a mewling little kitten, half in heat, half awkwardly shy. She didn’t know what to do with herself, trembling with the anticipation so innocently, a soft little sigh escaping those pouty pink lips of hers.

  “This is for your own good,” I said before bringing my hand down.

  Crack!

  The sound filled the air, and I stayed still for a while as she got that wail out. Her slender throat put to work producing a surprised squeal as my hard hand met her soft, delicate skin.

  I felt almost heady with the sensation, greedily taking in her response and letting it ease my troubles away.

  Back in the big city, I have a few trysts, when I care to. But overall, my tastes are so selective that regular sex just didn’t thrill me. Not in the way that training new subs did. Those with a curiosity and a high price tag.

  I brought my hand down again and watched as my handprint marred her beautiful, pale flesh for just a moment.

  It wasn’t just about the sex. It was never just about the sex, or even the power.

  I wouldn’t call myself benevolent, but I couldn’t deny that a part of me wanted to imprint upon the women I’ve been with. That I wanted to have an impact that I couldn’t have as just a suitor, just another john.

  And so I brought my hand down again, shhing her in a gentle and warm manner as my hand stilled on her ass, rubbing the heated flesh.