Permission to Enter

by Jo Addison

  He had a tastefully decorated bedroom, with a large four-poster bed in the center against the far wall. There was a chest of drawers and an overstuffed chair with a matching ottoman. Leila breathed in deeply; it smelled of Graham, of his masculinity. She wanted this man.

  “Say yes,” he said quietly, coming up behind and placing his hands on her shoulders.

  “Yes to what?” Although she didn’t know why she was bothering to question him. With the feel of his hands on her, she’d say yes to anything.

  “Yes to whatever I tell you to do.”

  A fresh surge of liquid threatened to drip down her leg. “Yes.”

  “Good girl,” he said, lowering the zipper of her dress, and then he peeled it from her shoulders. He kissed her neck, shoulders, and the delicate skin between her shoulder blades.

  Leila moaned.

  “God, you’re receptive. I can’t wait to touch you.” He ran his hands over her breasts. “And taste all of you.”

  Leila stifled a sound of frustration as he removed his hands from her body.

  “Don’t worry,” he said as if reading her mind. “All good things come to those who wait.” He pulled her dress off and turned her around, stepping back. He sucked in air. “You are lovely.”

  Leila skin heated, and a blush heated across her body.

  Graham laughed. “So sweet. Yet something tells me there’s something hidden deep in you that is not so sweet.” His gaze took in all of her. “Take of your bra and press your back up against one of the bed posts.”

  Surprised by the sudden change in his voice, Leila looked at him to see if he was joking. His already dark eyes seemed to darken almost to black. With desire, she hoped. She dropped her attention to his crotch. He was hard, and he was not joking.

  The Dom she had been yearning for had arrived.

  His smile was a little cocky when she looked back up into his eyes.

  “Do as I say,” he commanded.

  Leila’s hands trembled as she reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. She let it fall to the ground. Her nipples puckered as a powerful wave of desire hit her, nearly knocking the air from her lungs. Her thin panties were all that kept her yearning from being completely visible, and by the way Graham was soaking in every inch of her, she didn’t think they were going to stay on for very much longer.

  “The post,” he ordered.

  Not sure if her legs were steady enough to take only the few steps, Leila kicked off her high-heeled shoes.

  “I did not tell you to remove those. Now you’ll have to be punished for not listening.”

  Goose bumps covered every inch of her, and she whimpered, but not from fear. She pressed her back against the bedpost and looked at him, waiting.

  “Your stare is going to be my undoing. Therefore….” He walked to the chest of drawers and took out a blindfold and came to her. Before covering eyes, he kissed her deeply. “Do you trust me?”

  She didn’t know why, but she did. “Yes.”

  “Good girl.” He covered her eyes. “Now, put your hands behind you and grasp the post. Do not let go,” he warned, “or I’ll tie you to it. Do you understand?”

  She nodded.

  “Words.”

  “Yes.”

  “Since you kicked off your heels without my permission, I want you on the balls of your feet.”

  She did as he bid.

  “Excellent. Lean back slightly. I want those beautiful breast thrust out in front of you.”

  Now in the position Graham wanted her in, Leila waited to see what was going to happen next. The room went silent, and although it was only seconds since she last saw his beautiful face, felt his slightest touch, she ached for it, burned for it. This was the moment she’d been waiting years for—to be dominated.

  She gasped as hands moved down the sides of her body and up between her breasts. He tormented her with his knuckles, grazing her skin lightly, again and again. She pushed her chest out as far as the position would allow, but he only chuckled at her weak attempt to get him to touch her breasts.

  Then, finally, his tongue was on one nipple, circling and flicking at her, while his fingers played with the other one, teasing her until she moaned.

  “I can’t wait to hear you scream from an orgasm.”

  “Please…” she begged, reaching for him.

  “You have a lot to learn, little one.”

  Before she knew what was happening, she found herself face down on the bed with her hands behind her back.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  She heard a drawer open and close, and then he was behind her again. Smooth silk caressed her skin as he bound her hands together, not tight but just enough that she was completely at his mercy.

  “Perfect,” he whispered, and then his hands were on her, caressing her ass and slowly moving down her hips, her legs.

  His fingertips trailed up the inside of her thighs, and she sucked in air, her clit throbbing. She needed him to touch her but knew he would continue to play with her, deny her what she wanted most. He exchanged his fingers for his lips and kissed his way up her inner thighs, stopping just shy of where she ached with need.

  “You smell delicious,” he said then ran his tongue over the thin satin of her panties. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out and wriggled her hips, a fresh onslaught of desire flooding between her legs.

  His hands were under the delicate straps of her panties and in a quick motion, he slid them down her legs and off. He breathed in heavily and ran a hand lightly over her backside. “My God, what a beautiful ass you have. Now, I want you to spread your legs and slide down until you’re back on the balls of your feet.”

  She did as she was told and was now open to him. With her panties gone, there was no hiding her desire.

  He left her in that position for a few moments, and her mind should have moved to a place of fear, but she wasn’t afraid—quite the opposite. She imagined what he looked like naked, a sight she hoped she would see soon. And how he would taste when she wrapped her lips around his hard… She moaned and almost lost her balance when warm juices ran down her inner thighs.

  “Where did your mind go?” he asked, his voice infused with amusement. Before she had a chance to reply, he lightly slapped her ass.

  She yelped. The sting vibrated through her and landed with a bolt of electricity directly between her legs. There was no biting back the moan that escaped from her.

  He did the same to the opposite ass cheek.

  She trembled and tried to stay on the balls of her feet, but with her hands behind her back, she swayed.

  Large, warm hands gripped her hips, holding her steady.

  “It’s okay. I got you.” His fingers gently caressed her ass where he smacked hit her. When he kissed her on each ass cheek, she bit her lip again, frustrated and turned on beyond her wildest dreams. When he slid his fingers between the swollen, sensitive lips of her pussy, she thought she’d explode then and there.

  “You are so wet and such a pleasure, my sweet. I knew you’d be perfect, so receptive. Now I think it’s time to give us both what we need.”

  Graham untied her hands, helped her stand. He turned her around and kissed her gently on the lips then pushed his tongue between her lips and explored her mouth, tasting her every inch of her. She moaned into the kiss, and he ran his fingers through her hair, gripping her tightly, possessing her completely. Leila had never been moved by a kiss like that before. Every nerve tingled with need to be under his control. She knew if he hadn’t been holding her she would have fallen over.

  He stopped kissing her, and she wanted to protest, but soon his tongue was toying with her nipple, sucking and nibbling on her until both nipples were hard and swollen.

  “Now, I want you to sit back on the bed and scoot back a bit. Perfect. Now lie back and lift your hand over head. Do you feel the head board behind you?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Grab on to the slat and don’t move or—
” He leaned over her and blew a puff of breath between her legs, making her whimper. “Or I’ll just have to punish you again.” He chuckled. “Although, you did seem to enjoy it quite a bit.”

  Her skin heated, and she figured she was turning red from head to toe. She was glad for the blindfolded.

  “I’m going to dim the lights and take off your blindfold.”

  Leila blinked, adjusting to the light. She smiled when she saw Graham staring at her. His eyes were so dark and filled with lust. He did not return her smile, and she saw again the true Dom he was. Her clit throbbed.

  Graham stood and removed his shirt. Leila gaped at his muscular chest. He was fit without looking as though he hit the gym every day. Exactly the kind of body Leila fantasied about but never thought she’d have the opportunity to be with. Her fingers itched to explore every hard ripple of him.

  His gaze never left hers as he slowly, as if to torture her just a bit longer, undid he pants and lowered them. In only a pair of boxer briefs, his desire for her was evident. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.

  “Better stop that or I won’t be able to control myself.” He walked to the foot of the bed, and Leila couldn’t help but be disappointed he wasn’t completely naked. “Spread your legs and bring your heels as close to your ass as you can,” he ordered.

  She did as she was told, opening herself up to him. She’d never been this exposed, this vulnerable in front of anyone, let alone this gorgeous hunk of man who was looking at her as if he was about to feast on her. Which, if truth be told, was exactly what she hoped would happen.

  He stood for a moment, just staring at her, drinking in every inch of her. Leila had never before felt so beautiful or desired.

  “I took off your blindfold,” he said, kneeling onto the bed, “because I want to be able to look into your eyes when you have your first orgasm with me.” Then he stared at her with such intensity and longing that she nearly came.

  Graham kissed her ankle then teased her with delicate kisses all along her inner thighs until she thought she’d go mad. Then finally, when she didn’t know if she’d survive the torment a movement longer, he carefully spread the lips of her pussy and licked a hot path to her clit.

  She clutched the headboard, trying to steady herself as he lapped at her liked a parched man quenching his thirst.

  He lifted his head and said, “You are the most delicious, unexpected surprise. I’m not sure one night is going to be enough for me.”

  Before she realized what he’d said or meant, he thrust his tongue deep into her and licked upward again and again. She moaned and squirmed, enjoying every frustrating moment. His lips latched onto her engorged clit, and he suck, swirling his tongue over her until she was just about to come.

  Then he stopped.

  She cried out in protest.

  He quickly changed positions so he lay next to her. In an instant, his fingers were inside of her and rubbing her clit without mercy.

  “Come for me, little one. I want to hear you scream.” He applied just the right amount of pressure to her clit, and she obeyed him, screaming as the most intense orgasm ripped through every nerve in her body. He continued to caress her tender lips, coaxing and prolonging the orgasm longer than she ever knew it could.

  “Wow,” she said.

  “Wow, is right. But we’re not done yet. No, not nearly done.” He leaned down and kissed her belly. “You can relax.” She let go of the headboard, straightened her legs and stretched, smiling at him. “I was going to give you a moment to rest, but if you keep looking at me like that…” He sprang off the bed. “I’ll be right back. Don’t you dare move from my bed.”

  Graham left the room, and Leila stretched, feeling better then she’d felt in long time. If this was how the man commanded her body with his mouth and fingers, what was it going to be like once he was actually inside of her?

  Graham came back and handed her a glass of water. “Drink,” he ordered. She did, and he took the empty glass from her. “How are you feeling?”

  “Wonderful.” She smiled at him, but it quickly faded when he stood and lowered his briefs. “Oh.”

  He chuckled lightly and stepped back, giving her a full view of his perfect body. Her gaze moved from his strong shoulders and arms to six-pack abs that tapered to heavy, muscular thighs, but it was the appendage between those thighs that held her gaze. His cock was long, thick, and so very hard. It glistened with pre-cum, and she couldn’t control her tongue from licking her lips. She wanted a taste of him.

  He opened a drawer, pulled out a condom, and sat down next to her. “You are so lovely,” he said, stroking her breasts and belly, causing her arousal to rekindle. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He leaned over and licked her nipple, and a small moan escaped form the back of her throat.

  “You probably know that my club has very strict rules about medical tests and all members must show proof of their health?” She nodded, but could barely concentrate on what he was saying because his hand had moved lower and was playing with the soft hair between her legs, making her wet again.

  “Because of this, many of our guests go without condoms, but since I haven’t been with anyone for a while, I don’t have any paperwork to show you that I’m healthy. But I can guarantee that first thing tomorrow, I’m heading to my doctor so I can fuck you with no barrier next time. I just wanted to explain why I’m using a condom. Are you okay with this?”

  She nodded, near delirium as his fingers had slipped between the lips of her pussy and flicked her clit. “Yes, god yes!”

  “Excellent,” he said, wasting no time tearing open the packaging and rolling it onto his cock. “Normally, I’d take it a little slower, but tonight I’m going to take you fast and hard.” His eyes where dark and unyielding. A shiver of anticipation charged through her. She was desperate for him to be inside her.

  “Bring your knees up,” he demanded. The instant she did, he pushed into her.

  She cried out, the feel of him filling her was more than she could have imagined. She was soaking wet. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she drew him in deeper.

  “Fuck, you feel good.” His thrusts were rhythmic, and she raised her hips to match his beat. She ran her hands up and down, reveling in his solid back muscles. She wanted to feel all of him, commit each touch to memory for fear this was all a dream.

  His thrusts turned urgent, and he moaned. She tilted her hips, wanting every inch of him deep inside her. He pumped harder and harder into her, each thrust filling her with profound pleasure.

  “Graham!” She screamed, clawing at his back.

  “Am I hurting you? You just feel so good.”

  “No. Harder! Please, don’t stop.”

  “Couldn’t if I wanted to.” He grunted and drove into her, his balls slapping against her ass. She felt him stiffened a second before he shouted her name as he climaxed.

  Hearing her name from his beautiful lips was all she needed. Every nerve ignited, and she joined him with her own climax.

  The Morning After

  “My, my, look who finally made it home.” Grace was standing in her kitchen, still in her pajamas, drinking a cup of coffee.

  Blushing slightly, Leila shook her head and smiled.

  “From the color of your face, I’d guess you had quite a night.” Grace handed her a steaming mug.

  “Thank you. Yes, I did. It was kind of amazing.” She made her way to the sofa, kicked off her shoes and sat down.

  “So,” said Grace, joining her, “what happened? What was it like? Tell me everything.”

  Leila recapped her evening with Graham, sparing Grace only the most intimate details. “I must have fallen into quite a deep sleep. Graham was still sleeping but honestly, I didn’t know what the protocol is in a situation like this. I mean, it was only for one night, albeit a night I will remember forever, so I just left.” She shrugged. “But how about you? What happening between you that hot, hot man of yours?”

  Grace threw her head back and gr
oaned. ”Amazing. He was so, so dominant. God, that sounds crazy.”

  Leila laughed. “I know exactly what you mean. How did you end things? I feel bad just leaving like I did, but I didn’t want it to be awkward after such and amazing night.”

  Grace turned a shade of red Leila had never seen on her friend before. “Well, um, we didn’t exactly end things.”

  “Ooh, do tell.”

  “Jackson travels a lot, and he’s flying out next week, so we’re going to see each other then.”

  Leila threw her arms around her friend. “Oh, Grace, I’m so happy for you.”

  “Thanks. I’m kind of happy myself. Dammit, I hate to say this, but I have to get dressed and get to the airport.” She stood and went to change.

  Leila lay back and sighed. She wished she had closure with Graham, but it was her own fault.

  A few minutes later, Grace emerged, looking perfect and dragging her suitcase behind her. “I wish we had more time….”

  “Why don’t I drive you to the airport?”

  “Thanks, sweetie, but I already called an Uber.”

  Just then the door buzzed.

  Leila jumped. “I wonder who that could be.”

  “Well, it’s not my ride. Uber drivers don’t buzz.”

  Leila rolled her eyes at her friend. “Ha ha. I may not be a big city girl like you, but I’m not that stupid.” She went to the intercom. “Yes?”

  “Delivery for Miss Leila Anderson.”

  She buzzed him in, and seconds later a deliveryman was at the door, handing her a package, wrapped in beautiful silver paper, the size of a shirt box.

  “What’s that?”

  “No idea,” Leila said, putting it on the kitchen counter and removing the attached card.

  “From the way you’re blushing, I’d take a guess and say that it’s from Mr. Gorgeous-Club-Owner. What does it say?”

  “He wants to see me…tonight. Apparently, he’s not too happy I left this morning, and he says I’ve still got a lot to learn.”

  “What’s in the package?”

  She lifted the lid, pushed back the delicate tissue paper, and gasped. She pulled out a black corset, a very skimpy, lace G-string, and a blindfold. If Leila thought she was done blushing, she was mistaken.