“Never?”
“Never.”
Felicity tried, but failed to hide the smile that exploded on her face.
“You're blushing.” Alistair smirked as he saw how happy his words made her. He was relieved that she was responding that way. Maybe she felt something for him, too?
“I know, I can't help it. I'm kind of embarrassed to admit this, but I really wanted our dates to be something special. Something that you never did with anyone else,” Felicity admitted.
“From the moment I saw you, I wanted you,” Alistair said, coming clean.
“You did?” Felicity asked, eyes lighting up.
He nodded. “Yes. I knew I wanted to properly expose you to a world you were so very curious about. You actually took to it like a fish to water. I found your eagerness endearing and your spirited personality captivating. Then, it was just you, everything about you made me want to be with you more and more. I don't get attached easily, especially not in my world, but with you it's been so very different. New.”
“I feel the same way,” Felicity said, leaning closer to him across the table.
“I don't know why I'm telling you all of this, it wasn't my intention,” Alistair said, smiling boyishly.
“I'm really happy that you did.” Felicity leaned over all the way, kissing him. “Is there any way we can get our orders to go?” she said once her lips were free.
“Now, now, patience is a virtue. We will enjoy this meal, but perhaps we can take dessert to go.” Alistair winked.
“That works for me,” Felicity took another sip of her drink. “So, we've told each other so many things about ourselves, but I want to know one thing?”
His interest peeked, Alistair cocked an eyebrow. “And that is?”
“What was your first time like?” Felicity grinned at him.
“I've had many 'first times', which one are you referring to?” Alistair asked, then he sipped his wine.
“Now, I want to know about all of them, but I'll narrow it down. The first time you had sex?”
Alistair chuckled. “Very well. I was sixteen and working for a young married couple-”
“Working?” Felicity asked, inadvertently cutting him off. “I thought you were born rich.”
“Are you going to let me tell the story?”
“Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.”
“As I told you before, it's true. I come from old money, but that didn't mean that my parents didn't see the importance of their children learning the value of a dollar. Or what it meant to have to work hard to earn your keep. When I turned fourteen, if I wanted to buy anything, I had to spend my own money. If I couldn't afford it, then I couldn't have it. So, that meant I had to find employment.” Alistair chuckled, then continued. “When I was sixteen, I started working for this young married couple, mowing the lawn, watering the plants, things like that. I hadn't been working for them long before the wife started flirting with me. At first, it was barely detectable, but then she grew bolder. Touching me, first my arm, then my shoulder, before long she had me cornered and her hand was down my trousers. I came pretty quickly and she seemed to enjoy that. After that first time, our relationship developed into something even more intimate.”
“She started fucking you?” Felicity asked. “That's a kinky woman. Talk about robbing the cradle. I bet you didn't even have body hair.”
Alistair smiled. “I had some.” They both laughed, then he continued. “She did things to me that blew my mind. One day, we were in the middle of fucking when her husband interrupted us.”
“I'm guessing you survived.” Felicity giggled.
“Not only did I survive, but he joined in. He, too, was my first. Like his wife, he blew my mind as well. I learned a lot and had a great time, but our relationship ended when Summer did. So...” He took another sip of his drink. “What about your first time?”
“Oh, you don't want to hear about that ol boring event,” Felicity remarked.
“Now more than ever.” Alistair waited.
“Not nearly as scandalous as yours. I was eighteen. It was prom night, so it was supposed to be special. I was with my boyfriend of two years and we had our own hotel room. He didn't take his time, it was painful, I didn't cum and afterward, he broke up with me, claiming long distance relationships never work,” Felicity said, her expression sulking as the memory of that time reemerged from the darkness.
Alistair studied her, seeing how the painful memory affected her. He leaned over, placing his hand over hers. “He was just a boy, how could he had known what he had? You were meant to walk into my club that night, Felicity. We were fated to meet. Let that memory and all others like it fade away. You're not that girl anymore and only a man can truly appreciate who you are now.”
Felicity's gaze shot up and zeroed in on Alistair gorgeousness. All one-hundred percent, pure masculine male, every ounce of him. Her high school crush could never compare, no one could. Immediately, she began to feel the heat rise from inside. It boiled over like a fever and she sipped her entire glass of sangria hoping it would calm her down. The last thing she wanted to do was swipe the table clean of the dinnerware and take Alistair right then and there in front of the other diners.
Alistair smiled as he watched her and he chuckled. “Patience, love.”
“All I know is, dinner better get here soon.”
~*~
The dinner was delicious and incredibly torturous for Felicity who'd been watching Alistair the entire time. She licked her lips every time he licked his. Just the thought of those lips and tongue on her body made her want to have her way with him in the ladies' washroom. They were home now and all over each other. They'd barely made it to the bedroom before Felicity ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying in all directions. She pushed Alistair on the bed, climbing on top of him. Her lips crushed his as their tongues mingled. He growled when Felicity broke the kiss and began sucking little hickeys on his neck, marking him in her own way. She could feel his erection driving into her and she began to grind against him.
“Ahhh, Felicity, I want you so fucking bad!” Alistair said as he groped her, hands caressing and massaging her body as his humped against her.
Felicity raised up slightly. “Such naughty language,” she said, using his own words against him.
He smiled. “I've more where that came from.”
“Why don't you let the bad English boy come out and play,” Felicity flirted. She slowly rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him.
Alistair moaned and arched, driving his erection harder into her. “Fuuckk. I can tell your pussy is dripping, fucking wet, so thirsty for my cock.”
“Mmmmm, what else can you tell.”
“Love, I'm going to make you cum so hard, you'll pass out. Keep fucking with me,” Alistair playfully threatened.
“Oh, I've got something for your ass tonight.”
He shuddered from the pleasure, his toes curling within his shoes. “Is that so?”
“Tonight, you're mine. So I ask permission to have my way with you, sir.” she beseeched, leaning down to kiss his exposed torso. Her tongue lapping at his erect nipples.
“Mmm, bloody hell,” Alistair groaned, his head thrown back. “Is that what you want, Felicity. Do you think you can handle me?”
“Yes, sir, I know I can.”
He chuckled slow in his muscular chest. “Permission granted. I'm yours.”
“I really want to tie you to the bed,” she implored.
Alistair obliged, raising his arms above his head. “The silk scarves are in the drawer.”
Felicity bit her bottom lip, grinning mischievously. She pulled away long enough to grab the black, silk scarves and bind his wrists to the bed, leaving enough leverage for him to move, but not touch himself or her. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down. She took them off along with his shoes and socks, tossing the clothes aside. The only thing left, were his boxer-briefs, heavily dampened with pre-cum and tinted.
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“My, my aren't we anxious,” Felicity said, grabbing his erection through his underwear.
“Oh, shit!” Alistair gasped, his body quaking under her touch.
“Oh yeah, you're going to be doing a lot of begging tonight, sir,” Felicity said.
Alistair chuckled under his breath. “I look forward to seeing if you've learned anything from my lessons.”
“No more talking from you, sir. I don't want to have to gag you.”
Felicity slapped his dick and he yelped with a jerk. He couldn't help himself, he laughed. Seeing her let her hair down, so to speak, put him in a sexual frenzy. Just hearing her boss him around nearly had him blowing his load. He lay still, watching her take control of her new-found confidence.
Felicity began kissing him again, tongue caressing his passionately. Then she pulled back and began working her way down his body, making sure to pay great attention to his erect nipples. Only after he was writhing beneath her lips and begging for more, did she travel lower, removing his underwear. Her tongue ran along the length of his shaft, tickling the ridge of his head. Alistair shuddered and arched upward. She teased his cock, licking slowly, sticking the tip of her tongue into his hole, lapping the droplet there. Alistair moaned and pumped his hips, rubbing his dick along Felicity's cheek. She slapped it again and he gasped.
“Stay still, sir,” she said.
He exhaled and settled back against the mattress, fingers twining around the scarves. She went back to worshiping his cock. Licking and sucking, just the way she knew he loved. He fought hard to stay still as his body was ravaged with indescribable ecstasy. She sucked his balls into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue, lapping at the tender flesh.
“Ah, God!” Alistair panted and groaned as his eyes rolled up into his head.
Felicity hummed as he arched and cried out in pleasure.
She pulled away. “Don't cum yet, sir.”
“Do you want me to ask for your permission for that, Felicity?” Alistair said through heaving breaths.
Felicity thought about it. Thought about how much power he was giving her over him and it excited her to no end. “Yes,” she blurted out.
“Very well, I'll let you know when I'm close then.”
“You better, sir.” She bit her lip. “What if you cum without my permission? Can I punish you?”
Alistair laughed. “Is this my student trying to become the teacher? My sub wanting to control her Dom?”
Felicity began to stroke his shaft and he shivered. “I want to know what it feels like to be you.”
Alistair looked down at her thoughtfully. “Again, I find myself doing something I've never done with any of my subs.”
“Is that a yes, sir?” she asked, perking up even more at the possibility.
“I am the Dom in this relationship and always will be.”
“Yeah, but I know there's a such thing as topping from the bottom,” she shot back. “I know that's what you're doing. You'd never relinquish control entirely.”
Alistair laughed. “This isn't 'topping from the bottom'. I'm actually insulted by your misunderstanding of the phrase. Tell me, Felicity... do you feel as though I'm not giving you what you need?”
“No. God no! I love when you take control of me,” Felicity said, her hand stopping its motion.
“You know I don't like my cock unattended once you get started, unless I say so,” Alistair said.
Felicity began to stroke him again, the way he'd taught her. “Is this 'topping from the bottom'?” she asked innocently.
Alistair groaned and sighed, relishing the sensation. “No. You will never know what it means to top from the bottom because I know exactly what you need.”
“Yes, you do,” Felicity said, then she leaned down, sucking his cock into her mouth all the way past her gag reflex.
“Oh, fuck!” Alistair panted, eye lids fluttering as he was caught in the vortex of pleasure.
“You never answered my question, Alistair,” Felicity said, after pulling off his dick and licking it here and there. Each flick of her tongue seemed to send little shocks through his limbs and she smiled.
“Can you spank me? Is that what you want to know?” Alistair said once he was able to calm down enough to answer.
“Yes. I read somewhere that some Doms switch.”
“Well, at least you understand that term,” Alistair remarked.
Felicity pouted, but kept stroking him, keeping his orgasm just on the brink.
“Once again, I find myself doing something I've never done with my other subs,” Alistair said, chuckling, then he winced as a little shock of pleasure rippled through him making his toes curl.
“Sir?” Felicity prodded. She almost wanted to laugh at how difficult it was for him to relinquish his power.
“It's been years since I've let someone dominate me, and never a novice.”
“Then teach me,” Felicity suggested. “The power will always be yours.”
Alistair stared down at her, grunting as he felt his orgasm crest. “I'm cu--”
“I can see that,” Felicity said, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing.
“Ah, fuck! Shit!” Alistair thrashed on the bed as another orgasm was thwarted.
“I see you're not behaving at all. I told you to stay still. You need to be punished.” Felicity released his cock and rose from the bed. She walked over to his toy dresser, removing a few items. When she returned, she placed a crop on the bed beside Alistair body. He looked at the crop then back at Felicity, an amused expression on his face. She still held a red cinnamon scented candle in her other hand. She lit the wick and watched as the wax began to melt.
Alistair twisted his hands around the scarf bindings, knowing what was coming next. He smiled when the memory of him testing Felicity's limits with hot wax flashed in his mind. She had been so aroused by the momentary bouts of heat and pain then the coolness as the wax chilled. Now she was going to apply his own technique to him. His cock jumped with anticipation. When enough wax had melted Felicity held it over his chest.
“How many do you think you deserve, sir?”
The fact that she kept him in control even as she took over nearly drove him over the edge. He could feel the pre-cum running down the length of his cock as his arousal soared to new heights. He had all but forgotten what it was like to be on the receiving end of sexual dominance. What a liberating experience to relinquish the control for a while. Yes, he would indulge in the moment.
“I was disobedient, Felicity. How much do you think I deserve?” he asked, shifting the power.
“Hmmmm,” she licked her lips. “Maybe five, just to start.”
"I hope I can stay still during my punishment, Felicity,” Alistair said, teasing her.
“Well, if you don't...” She looked at the crop then back at him. “Shall we begin?”
Alistair ran his tongue over his bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, love.”
Felicity tilted the candle and a few drops of hot wax poured out landing in a splash over Alistair chest running over the firm mounds of his pecs. He hissed then exhaled as the wax began to cool on his skin. Felicity tilted the candle again and Alistair gasped as the hot wax landed on his nipple. He closed his eyes, groaning as he waited for the liquid to cool. She did it three more times, moving lower each time, the last one landing on his scrotum.
“Ah!” he hissed, legs twitching as he struggled to endure without moving.
“You did very good taking your punishment,” Felicity praised.
“Thank you, Felicity,” Alistair said, panting a little.
“I think you deserve a reward. Turn over.”
Alistair cocked an eyebrow and gave her a suspicious look. Felicity snatched the crop from the bed and smacked him hard across his wax-coated nipple.
“Ow!” he yelped, then laughed, half-shocked, half-invigorated.
“Do as I say,” Felicity said. She hoped her fingers didn't shake with the amount of excitement she was feeling.
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This time, Alistair rolled over, the scarves around his wrists giving him enough leverage to be comfortable.
“Spread your legs,” Felicity ordered.
Alistair did as he was told. He wondered what she was going to do and then he felt it and his body jerked with the surprising sensation. Felicity's tongue lapped at his opening and he moaned in response. She swirled her tongue around his puckered entrance and nibbled on the tender flesh. Alistair was beside himself with pleasure as he writhed on the bed moaning, panting and groaning. He gripped handfuls of sheet, bunching it in his palms as he reveled in the ecstasy. Felicity massaged his ass as she worked him over. Before she knew it he was screaming as his balls emptied onto the satin covers. She licked him through his orgasm, stopping only after his body went limp and the tremors began to fade.
She sat up. “I don't remember giving you permission to cum.”
Alistair quaked once before answering. “I'm sorry, Felicity.”
“Oh, that ain't gonna cut it.” She picked up her crop and ran it over his back and ass in large figure-eight designs. “Let's see what kind of a mess you made.”
She slid her hand beneath his crotch gathering his spilt cum. Alistair moaned as her fingers grazed his hypersensitive cock. When she pulled her hand back, her fingers were covered in his creamy, sticky fluid.
“Well, this is quite the mess. I should make you clean off my fingers.” Felicity looked at Alistair laying on his belly, he was looking at her from the only angle he could, over his shoulder. She wondered just how much he'd let her get away with before he ended their little “game”. She decided to push her limits and maybe his, too. She held a finger, just one by his mouth. “Lick it.” She couldn't believe she was being so bold. She also couldn't believe how horny she was. If she didn't get his cock inside of her soon, she was going to explode and not in a good way.
Alistair looked at her finger covered in his cum and his tongue slipped past his too-perfect lips and lapped at the creamy fluid, cleaning her finger.
Felicity gasped, and her pussy clinched. “Oh that's it, game over. I need your cock, sir.” She pushed at his side, rolling him over.
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