by Jacqwin Hess
“You had a cock…ah…in um…” She stared in shock, her mind unable to function passed what he’d just admitted too. She watched him look down, lifting his eyes only at her and gave a sneering grin, looking every bit the beautiful devil he was.
“No, not like you’re thinking. I’m a Dom and I don’t serve any man or pleasure them. I didn’t love them. They serve me and I’ve used them. Again, past tense. I do not, nor do I have any desire to screw men. I was just young, curious and stupid back then. It was too much drinking, drugs, and high on power…and I loved to fuck.” He almost spoke on, saying he had a tendency to get restless and board, but she’d shit if he said that, thinking he would with her eventually. “It happened, living life to the fullest, experiencing and doing anything I wanted—never without a condom of course, ever; be it male or female.”
He wasn’t telling her any more and letting her know just exactly how experienced he was and what all he’d done. He usually had at least two or more women at a time, fucked in gangbangs, orgies, and secret BDSM gatherings, fucked and used the men there, women–all of them just being pretty little holes for his exclusive pleasure, but again, all that happened when he was young, too young to be honest. “I’ve been at parties and whatever, but no, I don’t screw men.”
She sat up looking at him. “You’re lying. You hesitated in speaking. Whatever. That’s an awfully big word at the moment. You’ve never initiated it, but…one has had his way with you or you had it with him. That’s why you said everything, in italic. Italicizing.”
He smiled at her, thinking she was kind of smart for that. Italicizing? It’s from all the writing she’s done and at the moment, one of her stories was up on his laptop. It turned out that his investigator literally managed to get his hands on her old computer and laptop from when she was younger and downloaded all information from off of the hard drive. She wasn’t great at her English, but the actual stories themselves, the characters and their lives, they were solid, smart, funny, and interesting. She knew how to immediately reel you in, but the question was, could she keep you enthralled through the book to the very end? She never finished anything and all the stories were done in halves. With the right kind of direction, she could actually be good and succeed. “I’m a selfish bastard, the worst…and you’ll soon learn how much, because I don’t see letting you leave me. I’m just getting warmed up. You’re too hot and sweet, tight. The night has just started for us and I won’t stop until I’ve broken you in.” He kissed around her pussy folds and then gave her his signature smile, sweeping a hand over her beautiful pussy. “Italic, I liked that. It’s the writer—”
“I want to clean up. Let’s shower.”
Avoiding her failed writing career— No…she was avoiding my sexual experience and not wanting to lay there thinking or hearing about it, not avoid the topic of her writing. “Adri, you don’t have to be bothered by what I said, admitted to you—are you? I meant it when I said it was a long time ago, in my youth and not what I do now.”
“That’s not realistic, Sebastian. How can that be? You’re into BDSM, but not the other anymore? That doesn’t jive. I’m just…trying to wrap my head around it, that all.”
“I understand what you’re saying. It’s hard to understand. I guess I’ve seen and done so much crap when I was young that it’s all turned me off.”
“You said everything and then said parties and I know what that means. I’ve seen porn before and…heard things, discovered things in my research for my writing. How can you want a guy, be with him and claim to be straight…now? How do you…”
“I grabbed his hair, jerked his head back, rammed my dick in his mouth, and then ordered him to suck me off, just like a woman—of whatever part of them I wanted. Flesh is flesh, Adriaunn, it’s all the same,” he stated and she was still staring bewildered at him, twisting her lips to the side, being all shy about it and not processing what he was trying to get across to her. “All right, think, scientifically, it does not matter. Take away the face and gender and what do you have? A body, flesh…nothing, nothing to signify a difference and to matter how the body comes together.
“What’s the difference in my come…going in your mouth or a guy’s mouth or your pussy and some girl licking your cunt or me licking and eating you out? Why is it okay for one and not the other? Why? And…delving deeper and ask the difference between a mouth and a pussy, fucking from one…into the other, while one orifice is eating them other out as it’s getting fucked and sucking the cock, feasting on each of their cum when they climax? Brutal, but true and scientific fact; people not liking it because their…ignorant. What’s the difference, Adriaunn?...Nothing. Skin is skin–flesh on flesh in flesh—there’s no difference. Take the face and gender away and what do you have? It’s all in people’s head. The only mental hang up people have is in the biblical, moral aspect of it. That is what bothers people, just what you’ve been raised to believe and there is this…invisible line we shouldn’t cross. It’s not okay for two guys to fuck, but it’s a little better to have a girl with all three orifices loaded up with cock or two girls eating at each other and both hands full, fucking all five at once, now that’s okay? Think on it.”
“You…done that?” She whispered, her mind still just spinning, secretly shocked to find she wasn’t bothered by his words or disgusted by what he’s done. It didn’t bother her. It kind of intrigued her, but he didn’t need to know that.
“Yes.” He instantly answered, soft and abrupt, looking over her face as she just stared back at him. He caught onto her lack of disgust and seeing interest there instead, but he didn’t point it out to her, not wanting to corner her about it. “And before you ask why,” he stated and then answered her question. “Because it’s immensely pleasurable, the best, out of this fucking world hot. It’s…incredible and I had no reason not to do it. They were nothing but a set of orifices there for my pleasure and I used them how ever I wanted. They worshiped me, touched me, licked and suck and fucked me and I let them. At the time, it ah…was the only time I felt anything, opened my mind and let myself just…enjoy life’s erotic pleasures. It was like people who are on drugs or alcohol. Except I didn’t need it and could stop at any time, do it or not, it was totally under my control, but for a time I was extremely active and…because of my readily access to anyone I wanted, it ruined me for a time. That form of depravity, it grew mundane and…I got tired of it. As I said, I’ve done it all and once you’ve done it all, what do you have?”
“Nothing.” She answered, dropping back down on the pile of pillows.
“Exactly.” He leaned over and caressed around her lips. “ But, I still…have my needs Adriaunn. I’m still a man.” He looked down to her breasts for a second and then back up at her.
“Come on, take me to the shower and feed me. I’m starved Sebastian.”
“Adri?” He warned her to stay down, relax and let him finish.
“What? What? What are you asking?”
“I think you know” he stated and she looked at him, waiting for him to ask. “I want control over you. I know Victoria explained more about me while going over the Consent Contract. I want your complete trust and to dominate over you. It’s no secret to the world out there what I am, Adri. I’ve just managed to stay extremely private about it and stay elusive about it, no one truly knowing for sure—except for my closest friends growing up, because they were all there doing the same thing. If we continue to see each other, you must be prepared for that and people judging us or assuming, but they are never…to be allowed to know, never tell them the truth and anything.”
“NDA.”
“Right. Anyway, I want this, us, but on my terms and how I need. I had dominated over you in the car…and you liked it,” he stated in a matter of fact tone, both of them knowing she did. “You didn’t mind it and you were comfortable with it. I do what I want with you, with no problems, arguing, or fights. You trust me and give it all a try. I will never…do anything to hurt you. It’s all for your
pleasure, to give you pleasure–for our pleasure. I’m not into the humiliation aspect of it, or anything that feels like abuse; nothing like that. I promise.”
“I won’t be tied up, the bondage. I won’t do that,” she whispered, shaking her head as he reached out and slipped her loose strand of hair away from her face. He was smiling, but it didn’t reach his eyes, which unnerved her a bit, but she didn’t push it.
Ahh Fuck! So she did leave that part unsigned! He was going to have to wean her into this and do it in baby steps. He had leaped at the hopes she’d jump right in, but she was still quite reserved and he should know that after how awful their first day he meet her went, knowing what he did now about her. “Fair enough.”
She sat up on her elbows and looked him in the eyes. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t want to be stopped from touching you back. The thought kills me and I know it will drive me crazy not to be able to feel you against me, to touch you in return. It’s…been a long time since I’ve…” She dropped back down and brushed her fingers through his sandy blond hair. “To touch you is almost–almost as fabulous as feeling your cock in me, and gives me too much pleasure. To feel you under my palms is just something I couldn’t deny myself. It’s cruel. I love touching you…and all of you. I know you wouldn’t hurt me and do anything horrid and…anything you do to me will feel utterly fantastic. If I didn’t trust you, Sebastian, I wouldn’t even be here at all. If we do this again, maybe…someday. I promise, if I ever get the urge to be tied up and spanked?...you’ll be the first person I call. Deal?”
“You’re being a smart ass.” He stated and huffed, then rolled his eyes back down at her. “Deal. Just know that when it comes to bondage or anything of the kind, how far we go?…it’s entirely up to you.” For the moment, but eventually, I’ll control over you in the entire definition, my sweet Adriaunn. “You’ll have the control, but everything else between us, you and your pleasure, and how I want to give it, is my decision. You try it out. If you don’t like it, we don’t do it again, that simple.”
“And the ‘Sir’ and ‘Master’ thing?”
“No, you’ll only call me Master…when you’ve earned the right to, and you haven’t. You have a very long way to go, Angel, and it is going to be my utmost pleasure to work on you, train you, and get you there. Who knows, you may never reach such a station in my life, but we’ve just started. It will only happen when you have given me your total submission; given me total power and control over you. As for now, you can call me Sir, if you wish. You don’t have to call me by anything particular,” he replied, but didn’t say anything more. The truth was, he knew there could be a time when she said it all on her own; felt it and wanted it. She would say it just during sex at first and test the word ‘Master’ out on her lips as she came. She’d say it, unable to help herself and then after a time, if they stayed together, she’d feel that way all the time. To be honest, the thought had a definite appeal to him. So much appeal that it was almost frightening. And as for the ‘bondage’ thing, he would definitely have her tied up, had to, wanting to be in absolute, total control of her pleasure, but he’d leave it to her as to how far it went–for now.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…I’m not into the role playing and silly-stupid games and being called names, a…fuck-slave or kneel dog, lick and kiss your feet, or wearing a spike collar.”
“No. That falls under the humiliation category, the degradation, and a bit out there for me ,too. Though, I…did call you a bitch in the car, it wasn’t like that. I was just…caught in the moment and it was–”
“Hot! I know. I understood, took it as it was meant, like an endearment, sort of. It was hot and it made me come when I heard it. I was your bitch.”
“Yes,” he hissed and withdrew his fingers from her pussy, lifting them to his lips and then sucking her wetness from his fingers. Delightful!
“God you are such a nasty boy. I just can’t get it out of my head, seeing you…doing all that; sucking…a cock, while you eat a girl at the same time and—”
“Oh no-no-no-no-no, Adri. Wrong. Just get that out of your head, because you still have it all wrong. I told you. I’m the one fucking, not serving and pleasuring. I don’t suck cock and never will I or offer my ass up to be used. No one fucks and uses me, but enough about that. Are we doing this? Will you submit your pleasure to me?”
She did hesitate, but nodded her head. “All right—but after we eat and shower. Now I’m starved. And a good Dom always takes care of his sub!” She gasped out as he shot up, grabbing her hips and threw her over his shoulder with no effort at all—suddenly frightened, aware of his massive strength. She cried out in shock as he took her out of the bedroom, her hoo-haa in the air and continued to walk down the hall and turned, going down the first flight of stairs. She burst out laughing, throwing a hand over her naked backside and slapped his bottom with the other hand, growling as she squeezed his butt. “I love me some gluteus maximus! Your ass is so hard and sexy! B-U-T-Ful!”
She laughed out when he finally set her on her feet; she tiptoed up and kissed him. She turned as he opened the cabinet, showing a shocking display of junk food, boxes and boxes of Little Debbie cakes, chips and cookies, candy and snacks! The only meals were the kind you just add water and microwave, dozens of canned pasta, soups, canned meats, and cereal. But…she noticed right away that he hadn’t been kidding about the pear thing. She found them in every variety on the shelf and noticed that they were all fresh and organic without preservatives or sugars. He had canned pears, little snack packs of pears, bags of dried pears, candied pears, and off in the corner on the countertop were different kinds of pear flavored liquors; vodka, rum, and gins. Of course, there was a big white bowl full sitting on the bar. She kept her mouth shut and moved out of the way for him.
“So, Scooby doo pasta or…” he pulled down a can of potted meat, then tossed it back up. “Ravioli, Chinese—fuck I am so unprepared. Let’s call something in. We’ll shower while we’re waiting for it to arrive. Deal?”
“Deal,” she replied and rose up, kissing him again. She remained standing up against him and leaving her lips pressed against his. She loved the feel of his mouth pressing against hers, so strong, warm and soft and then loved the feel of his arms slowly wrapping around her body. She moaned, in-love with the feel of his fingers on her cheek, his hands caressing her face as he slid it behind her head. She opened her mouth for his tongue when his mouth slanted and sealed over hers. In a matter of seconds it was hot, fiery, and heavy, urgent and not enough.
She screamed as he slammed her into the counter and gripped down over her bottom, lifting her against him, feeling the hard ridge of his cock. She felt him move against her, reaching up for something in the cabinet, jerking as he opened it, hearing a cracking of metal against glass and then glass against granite as he set it down on the countertop. Before she realized it, she was up on the bar, legs shoved out, him scooping a handful of the pear out of the jar and then crying out in shock as he filled her pussy with them. Her hands shot out to each side of her, grabbing the handles to the cabinet as he dropped, shoving her legs further apart, and smiling so wickedly at her pear-filled pussy. The juice was running all over and out of her, dripping onto the floor.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Sebastian growled, his cock in pain as he slammed his starved mouth against her so hard it actually lifted her up off the countertop. She screamed, fisted his hair, and held on for dear life as he made a dessert out of her delectable little hole. He was eating the pears from her, shouting out in ecstasy as she tightened that hot pussy of hers and squeezed them out for him, which of course, drove him even wilder. She couldn’t hold herself up anymore and gasped, fearing she would fall, but he had his arms wrapped too tightly around her. He dropping them on down to the floor, keeping his mouth on her pussy as he kept feasting on his two most favorite things in the world—pussy and pears, both so delectable. Fingering her and licking her clean, he felt more juices run down over her pussy. Looking u
p, he watched her literally pour the rest of the pears over her breast and getting so into it herself, which spiraled his brain out of control with white-hot desire. They ran down her breasts, ribs, stomach, and down to her pussy for his waiting, hungry mouth. He jerked her onto her back and leaned on over, where he kept licking and sucking her body clean. She tore his pants open, shoving them down with his cock springing out and groaned when he thrust hard into her, immediately thrashed insanely into her hot body. It had been so hot that all too soon, he was arching back and stiffening, shouting out as he blew his come at her core. “Oh yeah–fuck yeah. That was so fucking good, delectable.”
Adri could only moan weakly, giving a nod and then smiling, bursting out laughing. He also smiled and lightly laughed, leaning over her and kissing her. He gently ran his nose over hers before he pressed his lips to hers again, gently running his tongue over her lips-then gave a smacking quick kiss before bodily lifting her up with one arm as he came to his feet.
“Now there’s a new meaning of pears and cream for you!” She stated and he stumbled on the steps, almost falling with her, but caught himself on the railing and burst out laughing.
“You’re so bad! Behave please so I can at least get us up the stairs safely.”
“I’m only bad with you!” She stated, laughing out as he set her on her feet and spun around, her laughing abruptly stopped as she gasped out at the sight before her. Sebastian’s bathroom was stunning! Her eyes flashed wide in shock over the beauty around her and at the size of it. His bathroom was bigger than her apartment. The bathroom had marble walls, ceiling, and flooring—which was heated—was the epitome of opulence. She was a total woman and just loved it. He turned on the water, having instant hot water and set the temp, letting her get in first then he stripped out of his shirt and pants that were both covered in pear juice. He made a move to join her, but she jumped behind the frosted glass to hide herself and stared at him with eyes wide.
