Permission to Enter

by Jo Addison

  “Ooh, lucky girl! Damn, my ride’s here.” She hugged her friend and said, “So happy we got to be together. I want to hear everything, and remember, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do! I love you, Leila girl”

  And a quick as she came, she was gone. Excitement quickly replaced Leila’s sadness at her friend leaving. Just looking at the black undergarments made her body quake with anticipation at the thought of Graham’s hands on her again.

  * * * * *

  “Good evening, Ms. Anderson,” said the same doorman from the previous night. “Mr. Neilson is expecting you. You can go right on up.”

  Leila was surprised he knew her name, but then she remembered that Graham did own this club, and he would have told the doorman to let her in, since she wasn’t a member. She self-consciously pulled the belt on her coat, tightening it, embarrassed to be wearing only the corset and G-string under it, but he only smiled at her. Surely, he’d seen just about everything working here. “Um, thank you.”

  She made her way through the bar and dance area, not paying attention to the many guests already fondling each other as they moved to the music. She reached Graham’s office and stood for a second, unsure if she should knock first or just go right in. She opted for knocking.

  “Come in.”

  She stepped into Graham empty office area and saw that the door to the bedroom was open, but it was dark.

  “Drop your bag and remove you coat. Bring the blindfold in here with you.”

  She placed the small overnight bag, filled with a change of clothes that Graham had instructed she bring, at her feet. She pulled the blindfold out of the pocket of her coat before shrugging out of it and laying it over the back of his desk chair. The cool air caressed her nearly naked skin, and her nipples puckered as she stepped through the door to the other room.

  “Stop,” he ordered. “Excellent, you followed my instructions. Turn around slowly.”

  She searched for him in the dimly lit room, and found him sitting in the overstuffed chair she’d noticed the night before.

  “I said, turn around.”

  She did as she was told. She gasped.

  Graham laughed. “I see you’ve found my surprise for the evening.”

  She inhaled deeply, and her skin heated with anticipation as her gaze settled on a spanking chair.

  “You know what that is?”

  She nodded.

  “Words!”

  “Y-yes, I know what that is.”

  “Have you used one?”

  She started to shake her head, but then said, “No.”

  “What is your gut reaction to see that? Knowing I’m going to bend you over, tie your hands and legs to it, and spank your ass till it’s red and beautiful. And answer truthfully, because I will know if you’re lying, and that will only be cause for more punishment.”

  “I…I’m…” She gulped. “I’m excited.”

  “Good girl. Come here.” She crossed the room to him. He pulled her onto his lap and shifted so her legs dangled over his. He ran a finger over the silky fabric between her legs. “You are excited, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she said on a breath, wanting to feel his hands all over her.

  He moved his fingers to her breasts, which the corset pushed up high. He caressed the delicate skin above the nipples that fought to spill out over the cups. “You have the most perfect breasts,” he said as he absently stroked her, driving her insane.

  “I want you to know…” He moved his touch to where nipples hardened under the fabric and drew little circles over them. “…that I’m going to punish you for leaving this morning without so much a good-bye, but…” He pinched her through the satin barrier, coaxing a whimper from her. “…for me, it’s all about the pleasure, not the pain. Are you okay with this? Do you trust me to give you great pleasure?”

  “Yes!”

  “Excellent. Now stand up and give me the blindfold.”

  Her legs were already wobbly, her body filled with desire, as she stood in front of him. As he placed the blindfold on her, she could feel his breath, soft and warm on her skin, but she still jumped slightly when his lips touch hers.

  “Jumpy, little one? I promise, all pleasure. Well, in the end anyway. You do need to learn a lesson about morning after etiquette. Looking at you, like this, I’ve changed my mind. I want you naked.”

  Leila’s chest rose and fell with each raspy breath, and a fresh flood of desire soaked her already drenched panties.

  Graham continued to speak as his hands worked efficiently to remove the corset. “You see, little one, I woke this morning hard as rock, thinking of you lying beside me. I wanted to feel your lips wrapped around my dick before I fucked you again, so you can imagine my frustration when I reached for you and you were gone.”

  Leila’s skin prickled as he licked each of her nipples. She loud groan pulled from her as he latched his lips on, sucking each in turn until they were hard pebbles. Only when she was duly frustrated did he stop and remove her panties. She was naked.

  He took her hand and turned her around. “Take two steps forward. Okay, now kneel down.”

  She followed all of his instructions and was soon situated on the spanking bench with her knees resting on either side of her, her torso over the padded center and arms out in front of her. His breath brushed against her backside as he secured her in place. The position was slightly awkward, but not uncomfortable. She was immobile, completely open to him, and wetter than she’d ever been.

  She squirmed, trying to alleviate some of the pressure on her breasts and between her legs, but it was no use.

  Graham laughed. “Don’t worry,” he said, and she yelped when his hand brushed across her lower back and ass, “you’ll get your release.” He was next to her face. “I promise,” he whispered, and then was gone.

  All her senses sprang to life but were greeted with nothing: she couldn’t see, feel, taste, smell or hear anything but the rapid beating of her heart. For every second that passed, she grew wetter and wetter, craving his punishment, his touch.

  Then, as if by magic, something struck the lower part of her ass where it met her thigh. She cried out from the shear shock of it. But as quickly as she felt the sting of the hit, it changed to heat and traveled by direct route to her clit, which swelled and throbbed.

  She squirmed, trying to put pressure on her clit, but she was immobile. Graham’s quiet chuckle filled the silence, and she didn’t know whether to yell at him or beg for more when he struck the opposite ass cheek.

  “Aah!” she yelled as he moved from one ass cheek to other in quick succession. It was becoming too much; the prickle of pain turning to the agonizing sting of unfulfilled pleasure.

  She wiggled against the restraints, every nerve screaming on the edge. “Please!”

  “Please what?”

  “Please, I need to come.”

  “Since you took you’re punishment so well….” His hands separated her hot, stinging buttocks, and his tongue found its way to her ass’ most private opening, while his fingers played relentlessly with her clit.

  Leila might have blushed had she had a moment to think about what Graham was doing to her. She had never had a man lick her so intimately before, but she didn’t care, she only wanted relief. When he applied just the right amount of pressure, she got her wish and screamed out violently as the orgasm shot through to her very core. Her hips shook and pulled against the restraints that kept her from flying every which way.

  Graham rubbed her back, legs and ass and gently coaxed her back to earth. Then he carefully undid the ties, helping her to stand. He removed the blindfold and pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering, “You took it all beautifully. You are perfect,” over and over, until she was steady once again.

  She smiled into his chest, feeling high and sated. He turned her slowly and led her to the foot of the bed.

  “Climb up, get on your knees, and lean onto your forearms.” She did as she was told. “Excellent. Spread your knees but
stay upright.” Again, she found herself completely open and vulnerable to him. He was still fully dressed, and she was stark naked. She craved to see him naked, to touch his sculpted body.

  “Very nice.” He kissed each ass cheek lightly, and she squirmed. She thought she was sated but after feeling his lips on her again, a fresh flood of desire settled between her legs.

  “I love looking at your ass, your pussy, wet and ready for me. Now don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

  Leila nearly collapsed as his words warmed and caressed her body with desire and yearning.

  Graham gently touched her tender ass, and she flexed. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m only rubbing some oil on you. It will help with the stinging. Feel better?”

  “Mmm…” she mumbled drowsily as his hands expertly massaged the warm oil across her backside. It felt delicious, and she might have dosed off if his fingers hadn’t slipped between her ass cheeks and slid across her asshole to clit, which was now fully awake and throbbing again.

  “I love looking at your red ass, marked with my handprint. You have no idea how perfect you are, do you?”

  Leila couldn’t have answered him if she wanted to. She sucked in air and grasped the bed as another orgasm began to take hold of her. His fingers were relentless, oily and sliding with ease across her clit, dipping inside her and back again.

  “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  His hands left her body, and she whimpered.

  He laughed quietly, and she wanted to strangle him.

  “Don’t pout. You’ll get another orgasm…soon. But I never said your punishment was over, did I? Roll over and get on your knees in front of me.”

  She turned around and saw his wicked grin. Her gaze dropped to the bulge between in legs.

  “Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start to think this isn’t going to be much of a punishment for you.”

  While Leila climbed off the bed and knelt down on a pillow Graham had placed on the floor for her, he stripped out of his clothes. He was a sight; hard muscles with his cock fully erect, glistening with anticipation. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him.

  “What you do to me,” he said hoarsely. He moved toward her, stroking the full length of his cock. “I don’t know the last time I’ve been this hard.”

  He stood in front of her, and she reached for his balls. “No, I want your hands behind your back. You are not to touch me. I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

  Only slightly disappointed, Leila did as instructed.

  “Now open that pretty little mouth of yours.”

  She opened her mouth and moaned as his dick deliciously slid across her tongue. He gripped the back of her head and gently guided her as he moved his cock in and out of her lips. She kept her gaze on his face, enjoying his look of pure ecstasy.

  Leila wrapped her lips around his cock, and he sucked in a harsh breath. Even though he held her head gently, but firmly in place, she knew she still had some of the power, and she loved it. She loved the way he took control, holding her head as his cock slid in and out of her eager mouth. She loved how he took control, showed her his dominance. Her reaction to her submission was bigger than she thought it would be.

  Back in college when she dabbled in submission, she found it frustrating, never finding a true dominant. But now, with Graham, she knew she had found what she was looking for, and a mixture of panic and pleasure filled her heart. Looking up into his handsome, lust-filled face, she wanted more from him. She wanted it all. And panic because this was only supposed to be temporary. It had started out as one night of pleasure but now, at least for her, it was becoming something more, and that terrified her.

  “God, Leila, your lips are so incredible. Seeing you on your knees with my cock in your mouth… You’re perfect.”

  Leila smiled around his cock that swelled bigger and harder inside her mouth. She wanted to taste him, she wanted him to come. Deliriously consumed with desire, her pussy throbbing. As he glided across her lips and tongue to the back of her throat, she instinctively, forgetting her orders, reached for his ball and squeezed.

  Graham moaned. “No!” He pulled out of her mouth, and she flinched. “Oh, Leila,” he said, pulling her up and into his arms. “I’m not angry. I didn’t want to come in your mouth.”

  Then he gave her that wicked smile she was starting to love and pushed her roughly onto the bed. Surprised, she yelped and started to giggle, but it soon died on her lips when he climbed on top of her, his eyes dilated with undeniable lust.

  “As promised, I got my clean bill of health, and now I want to come inside that tight pussy,” he whispered, and thrust inside her, sucking the air from her lungs.

  Leila grasped his shoulders and lifted her legs, spreading them wide, allowing him to go deeper. He pounded into her and yet she craved more, needing him to fill her completely, needed him to fuck her without mercy. She was wild, screaming his name, digging her nails into his shoulders. She didn’t recognize herself. She only knew she needed everything he gave her.

  “You’re so tight. I can’t get enough of you,” he panted, thrusting deeper into her.

  She lifted her hips to greet him and groaned. He slipped his hand between their bodies, found her clit and pinched her, sending a wave of pleasure through her.

  “Come for me, baby,” he ordered.

  “Graham!” she screamed as the orgasm took hold and surged through her.

  Graham gave one final thrust and grunted as he followed her, releasing every drop of himself into her.

  When they both stopped shuddering, he looked down into her eyes and kissed her with passion. Not as a Dom, but as a lover, and her heart swelled just a little more.

  Still deep inside her, as if he was reluctant to separate their body, he cupped his hands around her forehead, pushing her hair aside and said, “My goodness, woman, you are something to behold.”

  “You ain’t so bad yourself…Sir.”

  He laughed, rolling over, leaving her empty and cold, but he quickly remedied that by pulling her to him so her head rested on his hard chest.

  “Sleep,” he order, then kissed her on the top of her head. “And,” he whispered, “you had better be here in the morning when I wake up, or…” He reached down, caressed her ass and then gave her a light smack.

  Smiling into his shoulder, she sighed contentedly and fell to asleep, safe in his arms.

  More Than One Night

  Leila opened her eyes and smiled, remembering where she was. Carefully, so as not wake Graham, she rolled over onto her side and looked at him. Really looked at him. The last two days had been a whirlwind of emotions, desires and fulfillment. She hadn’t had a moment to process all that had happened or to really look at him. Because every glance had been filled with lust and yearning, she hadn’t had the opportunity to study him. So she took advantage of the moment and did so now. And what a sight he was—perfectly beautiful as he slept.

  Looking at him, her skin tingled, wanting to touch him, to run her hands over his hard muscles, to pull back the covers and look at every inch of his hardness. She wasn’t sure of what he referred to as “morning after etiquette,” so she hesitated. But then, as if her hand had an agenda of its own, she delicately traced the outline of his collarbone, down over his chest to his taut, rippled abs.

  He breathed in heavily, but his eyes where still closed. So, feeling brave and not caring if she was going to be punished, she slowly slid the blanket off of him to stare at him in all his glory, perfectly sculpted and…his cock, rock hard.

  “Oh, little one. Don’t stop now.”

  She yelped and looked at him as he smiled. “I…I—”

  “Please continue with whatever you have planned. I won’t stop you,” he said, his voice morning husky with sleep.

  Leila leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.

  “I wasn’t expecting that,” he said, reaching for her.

  “No. No hands. I’m in control now.”
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br />   “Whatever you say…Mistress.” Graham placed his hands behind his head. “I’m all yours to do with as you please.”

  A flood of heat sizzled between her thighs, and she licked her lips in anticipation of touching him, tasting him. Leila’s gaze roamed his body, taking in every inch of him.

  Graham moaned, and his cock twitched. “See what just a look from you does to me? I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.”

  Trying not to focus too much on her throbbing clit, she leaned over and gently kissed his chest while she ran her hands over his chest muscles. She moved her lips slowly down his abs and reached for his cock, drawing her hand over the length of him to cup his balls. Graham grunted and brought his hips up to greet her.

  She slid farther down his body, until her lips were over his cock. She swirled her tongue over the head and then licked the length of him. Taking his balls in one hand, she squeezed him gently as she wrapped her lips around the tip. Graham gasped. Suctioning around him, she pulled him deep into her mouth, licking and sucking without mercy.

  Graham’s breathing changed to short pants as she continued to assault him. She loved the taste of him. As much as she craved his dominance, at this moment she loved being in control.

  Graham’s hips writhed as he pushed upward, forcing her to take all of him into her mouth. She could tell he was getting close to coming. Even though she’d never wanted a man to come in her mouth before, she wanted him, but he had other plans.

  “Climb up onto me,” he ordered, his dominant side returning. Leila did as she was told. “Lower yourself onto me. I want to come inside of you.”

  Placing her hands on his chest, she lowered onto his cock and hissed. He felt so good inside her.

  As if reading her thoughts, he said, “I feel like you were made for me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, sucking in spurts of air as she rode him. She angled her hips so her clit rubbed against him and she could take him in deeper. “You feel so good.”

  He reached out and caressed her breasts as they moved up and down with each thrust. “You are so beautiful. I think I could watch you like this for a lifetime.” He grabbed her hips and held her tightly as he pushed his hips up, impaling her with pleasure. “Come for me, little one. I want to see your face when you climax.”