by A. L Long
Just as Rade was walking away from the Yukon, he could feel someone watching him. Looking around the park, he only saw a few people jogging and a couple of moms pushing strollers. Pushing away his thoughts, he started walking down the park path in search of Dylan. He walked about five minutes when he saw her sitting on a park bench. She looked to be in heavy thought as he walked up to her.
“A penny for your thoughts,” Rade said.
Startled, Dylan looked up at Rade. “What are you doing here? You scared me half to death.”
Rade took a seat beside her and took her hand in his. “I was about to ask you the same question.”
Dylan was fixated on Rade’s hand entwined with hers. She couldn’t let Rade see the anguish in her eyes. “I needed to clear my head.”
Watching Dylan’s reaction, Rade held his eyes to hers, hoping to get the answers he needed. “So what was so important that you needed to sneak out of the penthouse?”
Letting go of Rade’s hand, Dylan crossed her arms in front of her. “I didn’t sneak out, Rade, I simply left.”
Rade lowered his head in disbelief. “Okay, then why did you have to leave?”
“Like I said, I had to run some errands.”
Rade was beginning to get agitated with Dylan’s response. “Dylan, where did you go?”
Trying to avoid having to tell Rade what she was up to, Dylan stood up and started walking away from him.
Trying to get a safe distance away, Rade was able to grab Dylan’s hand and stop her from leaving. Cupping her face with his hands, Rade made sure her eyes were fixed on his. “Dylan, what was so important that you had to leave?”
Dylan couldn’t hide where she went. Sooner or later he would find out. “I was trying to figure out where the charms came from. I thought if I could find out where they were bought, I would be able to find out who purchased them.”
Rade pulled Dylan close to him. “And what did you find out?”
Dylan placed her head against Rade’s chest before she explained. “At first the jeweler wasn’t going to tell me anything, but then I told him I was interested in buying a bracelet and that my boyfriend purchased the charms. That’s when they told me who bought them. It was some lady. They didn’t know who she was, but the charms were charged to a David Wu’s account. I don’t even know a David Wu. So I came to the park to think. Then it hit me to search his name on the Internet. That’s when I found out that the Wu family is affiliated with organized crime. These are really bad people, Rade.”
Rade held on to Dylan a little tighter, hoping his embrace would somehow comfort her. The last thing he expected was for her to find out this information on her own. He knew she was smart, but her finding out could cause problems between them, especially if she found out he knew about the Wu family. He couldn’t let her know what they were really after and he wasn’t ready to let that information surface, at least not until he could confront her with everything. Keeping his thoughts at bay, Rade softly said, “We should go.”
Rade ended up driving back to the penthouse. Dylan didn’t have much to say. There were so many thoughts going through her mind. She couldn’t figure out what the Wu family wanted with her. She had nothing they could possibly want. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize they were already at Rade’s building. Feeling uneasy, Dylan undid her seat belt and opened the door. Standing outside the car door, Rade took her hand and led her to the elevator. He could feel her detachment. He needed to fix this.
When they stepped off the elevator, he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. “Dylan, do you trust me?”
Dylan didn’t answer. Rade lifted her chin and once again asked, this time looking straight at her. “Dylan, do you trust me?”
Dylan looked deep into Rade’s eyes. “What is this about, Rade?”
Rade didn’t answer her. He just gave her a choice. “Yes or no?”
Confused by his question Dylan nodded her head. “Yes, Rade I trust you.”
Rade lowered his head to meet hers and softly kissed her on the lips. “Good.”
Rade had everything ready for Dylan. He just had to wait until she was done with her shower. It was still early evening and the light beaming through the windows was perfect for what he had planned for her. Inspecting his handiwork a final time, he walked out of the library and headed back down the stairs to her room. The bedroom door was slightly open as he entered the room. The bathroom door was also open, so he pushed the door open further so he could get a better view. What he saw was amazing. Dylan was standing in front of the mirror brushing her beautiful red locks. Rade stood inside the doorway soaking in the beauty in front of him. He would never get tired of looking at her. Everything about her was perfect.
Dylan lifted her head, looking back at her reflection in the mirror. She saw Rade looking at her from the doorway. Turning around, she grabbed her t-shirt to cover herself. “You won’t need clothes for what I have planned. You won’t need your bra and panties either. All you’ll need is your robe.”
Dylan looked up at Rade as she slowly removed her bra and then slid her panties down her legs. Rade watched, taking in her beautiful curves. Wondering what he had planned; Dylan reached for her robe and put it on. As Rade walked towards her, she could see him pulling a black scarf from his pants pocket. Standing behind her, he lifted the scarf and slowly placed it over her eyes, making sure to tie it securely behind her head. Although Dylan couldn’t see him, she could feel his touch.
He gently took her by the hand and began leading her. “Rade, where are we going?”
He squeezed Dylan’s hand a little tighter and said, “If I told you, Sweetness, then what fun would it be?”
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Rade carefully lifted Dylan into his arms. The last thing he wanted was her tripping as she climbed the marble steps. As he took the steps slowly, Dylan knew they were headed to the upper floor of the penthouse. There were only three rooms on the upper floor, so she knew they would be going to the gym, Rade’s study, or the library. When Rade turned right, she was pretty sure they were heading into the library. Entering the room, she could smell a hint of vanilla and cherry blossom. The scent was very soothing. Rade gently lowered Dylan to the floor and took her hand. She wasn’t sure where exactly they were in the library, but counting her steps, she knew it had to be somewhere in the center of the room.
Rade stopped and placed his hands firmly on Dylan’s shoulders. “Sit on your knees, Sweetness.” Dylan lowered her body, hitting what felt like a pillow just under her lower legs. It was soft and comfortable. Dylan was getting a little anxious. Thoughts were running through her head, trying to figure out what Rade had planned for her. It was mostly quiet in the room except for the shuffling of his feet. Keeping her ears tuned to the sounds, she heard the soft sound of music playing. She couldn’t make out the composer, but the piece playing was very relaxing. Not sure if she was allowed to speak, she asked, “Who is that, Rade? It is so beautiful.” Dylan could hear Rade walking towards her. “It’s Chopin. One of my favorites actually... especially for what I have planned.” Rade gently touched her cheek, causing a ping of desire to seep through her body. His breath brushed over her as he slowly moved her hair and began placing soft kisses just below her earlobe.
There was a moment of detachment as Rade spoke softly in her ear. “This is how the game is going to begin. I am going to give you a taste of something divine. You’re to tell me what I have fed you. If you guess correctly, you get to choose what you want me to do to you, but if you’re wrong then I get to choose.”
Dylan could feel the wetness forming between her legs. As she adjusted her position, Rade slipped her robe off her shoulders, exposing her ample breasts. She looked so beautiful sitting before him in a submissive position. With a soft pinch, he took her pink nipple between his fingers. “I will never get enough of your beauty.” Turning her head, he captured her lips as he slowly loosened the sash on her robe. When she was fully exposed, he took her robe and p
ulled it away from her body. Rade could hear the shallow whimpers coming from her. Ending his indulgence, he circled her, positioning himself in front of her. He had a perfect view of her naked body. It was going to torture him to remain in control during his little game.
Rade picked up the first piece of food to feed Dylan. Holding it to her lips, she opened her mouth and began tasting the tiny bite. It was sweet and juicy, a piece of fruit. Dylan took a guess. “I believe what I’m eating is cantaloupe.”
If only Dylan could see Rade’s face. He was grinning from ear to ear at her incorrect answer. “I’m afraid, Sweetness, you are wrong. It’s honeydew, but since you were so close, I will let you choose which item you would like for me to use on you. Will it be a riding crop or the cane?”
Rade never used either one of them on her. Just the thought of having a cane used on her made her nervous. “I guess I will choose the riding crop,” Dylan said, with little choice.
Rade smile and proceeded with his next sample. “Very well, here is your next bite.” Once again Dylan opened her mouth so Rade could feed her. Taking a bite, she had no idea what it was. She never tasted anything like it. She was pretty sure it was some sort of shellfish dipped in butter. “I know it’s seafood, but I’m not sure if it is crab or lobster, so I’ll take a guess. I believe what you gave me is crab.”
Rade knew he should have made the game easier on her and picked foods that had a distinct taste. “Oh Sweetness, you were so close. It’s lobster. I think I will choose the nipple clamps.”
This game was beginning to worry Dylan. She needed to start winning. She couldn’t let Rade have full control over what happened to her.
By the time the game was over, Rade had won five rounds and Dylan had only won one. Defeated, she gave Rade an arsenal of toys to try on her, which consisted of hot wax, ropes, Wartenberg pinwheel, spreader bar, nipple clamps, and of course her choice of the riding crop. Rade was looking forward to a fun evening with her. Helping her to her feet, Rade took her by the hand and led her to a small writing desk positioned near the floor to ceiling windows. Rade loved the way the light from the moon reflected off of her body. Every curve, every muscle became more defined. Her body was like a perfectly painted picture. He knew exactly how he wanted her. Positioning her in front of the desk with her thighs touching the edge, Rade whispered softly, “Bend over for me, Sweetness, with your hands behind your back and your legs spread wide.” Dylan leaned over the desk and moved her feet so that they were at least three feet apart. While she waited for his next instructions, she felt something cold clamp around one ankle and then the other. “This is a spreader bar. It will help in keeping your legs apart for me.” Dylan felt fully exposed with her legs apart and her butt in the air. Even though Rade had seen her naked many times, being in this position made her feel vulnerable. With her hands behind her back, Rade gently took hold of her wrists and began tying them together. The rope he was using was soft, but the way he was tying her wrists together, she knew it would surely leave marks.
“God, do you know how sexy you look at this very moment?” Draping his body over hers, Dylan could feel Rade still had his clothes on. She could also feel the hardness of his erection through the fabric. He was turned on just as much as she was. She longed to feel his skin on hers. Still blindfolded, she knew Rade pulled away from her. Then she heard his voice behind her. “I think my little minx has been defiant.”
“Rade… ugh...” Dylan gasped as a sharp sting formed on her butt.
“Do you know why you are being punished, Sweetness?” Dylan was in shock. The sensation was too much. It took her breath away. “Smack” another blow landed on her butt, just above the last strike. “You need to learn to answer me. I don’t like repeating myself.”
Dylan could feel the tears coming down. It wasn’t because of the burn of the crop; it was from the heated inferno growing between her legs. She knew soon she would be dripping with desire. “Because I left the penthouse.”
Rade gently caressed her cheek as she confessed her wrongdoing. “I will give you ten swats for your disobedience. You have nine more to go.”
Dylan jerked her head up. “You already gave me two.”
Rade chuckled. “The second one was for not answering me. Maybe you should count as I give you your punishment.”
The riding crop came down again. This time with more force. Dylan began to count. “Two. Three. Four…” Between each swat, Rade massaged each cheek, soothing the pain the strikes had caused. “Ten.” Dylan slumped down on the desk. When Rade came down the last time with the crop, she exploded with the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. She knew he would punish her for coming without his permission.
“Well done, Sweetness.” Dropping the crop, Rade smoothed the skin on her beautiful pinked ass. Just seeing the red glow of her butt made his cock hard.
Loosening her binds, Rade kissed her neck. “Looks like my Sweetness enjoyed her punishment.” Dylan was sated; she just wanted to rest her body on the small desk and hope her legs wouldn’t give out from under her. Removing her blindfold, Rade could see satisfaction in her eyes. Crouching behind her, he quickly undid the clamps on the bar and tossed it to the side. Her legs were unsteady so he helped her to stand. Pulling her from the desk, he turned her to face him. Maybe what he had done was too much for her. Cupping his hands around her face, he no longer saw satisfaction. She was out to lunch. “Dylan, look at me.” Hearing his voice, Dylan blinked, trying to focus on his words. “That was amazing.” Rade smiled at her declaration.
After a long shower Dylan felt more alive. Maybe her thoughts about the whole Dominant/Submissive thing were wrong. Everything so far was unbelievable. The things Rade did to her stirred new feeling she never had. All she knew was she wanted more. Was she ready to take the next step? Dylan walked out of the bathroom as she brushed her hair to find him sitting on the bed. “Rade, how much longer do I need to wait before you take me to The Castle?”
Facing her, he contemplated what he was going to tell her. He wanted to put off taking her as long as possible. He was certain if he gave her what she wanted, she would forget about going and continue with what they had without needing to experience The Castle.
“Soon, Sweetness, soon,” he said with hesitation.
Dylan continued brushing her hair, thinking about when that day would be. Rade held out his hand to her. “Here, let me do that for you.” Taking the brush from her, Dylan sat on the edge of the bed while Rade gently brushed her hair.
Unable to hold back from touching her, he placed the brush on the nightstand and pulled her close to him. Touching his lips to hers, he began teasing her bottom lip. Nipping at first, then sucking tenderly. Her lips were like candy. Sweet, soft, and delectable. Slipping his tongue between her lips, he took in her warmth. Entwining his tongue with hers, he moved back and forth like a bow sliding across each string with slow easy strokes. Pulling her closer, his obsession for her was becoming more aggressive. Would he be able to fill the hunger that was drawing him to her?
Feeling her pull, Rade lifted her from the bed and settled her with no effort on his lap. Pulling her towel free, he took each breast in his hands and began caressing them. Looking straight into her eyes, he could see the need lying behind them. There was no space between them. Skin to skin, breath to breath. Lowering his head, he consumed her. Taking everything he could, he began sucking and nibbling her perfect lips. Dylan’s fingers ran through his hair as she pulled him even closer until not even the heat between them could escape. With wavering hunger Dylan shuddered. “I need you, Rade.”
Lifting his hips from the bed, removing his own clothing, he latched on to Dylan's already taut nipples, sucking and licking eagerly. Soft moans echoed from her lips. His control to savor her dissipated as his hunger for her grew like an addiction he couldn’t feed. Lowering her to the bed, his hand gently caressed her body.
Moving on top of her, he slipped his hand between her legs. “God, Sweetness, you’re so wet.”
Playing with her clit, he could feel her tense and her hips began to move up and down to his touch. “Oh God, Rade. I need you inside me.”
Eager to satisfy his own release, Rade shifted Dylan above him so her vagina was directly over his shaft. Guiding her down, he plunged inside her with one swift movement. Her whimper halted his progress. Slowing his assault, he sought his control and eased his fevered movements. As Rade eased in and out, Dylan could feel her own climax building. “More, Rade, I need more.” Rade increased his movements, holding back his desire to fill her completely. Dylan moved her hips as she searched for the added friction she needed. Unable to hold back, she tightly held onto Rade’s shoulders as she crested to her own desire, releasing a fury so intense that her nails dug into his flesh, leaving deep half-moon imprints in his skin. The pain gave way to pleasure as Rade met his own release. Unwilling to let her go, Rade rolled her over and continued moving slowly in and out of her until another orgasm took them. When they were fully spent, he moved off her to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom. Returning, he gently cleaned her and tossed the washcloth into the bathroom. Settling on his side, Rade delicately moved his thumb across her cheek and tenderly kissed her. There was no rush. No demands. Just sweet passionate tenderness. Rade lifted his head and looked down at her. “Good night, Sweetness.” He lowered to his back, pulling Dylan to him. With tears welling inside, Dylan nuzzled Rade’s arm draped across her waist and pulled it to her chest. In a silent whisper only she could hear, she confessed, “I love you.”
