by Shara Lanel
He handed her back her phone and sat down next to her on the hard plastic bench. “They’re going to come here and pick me up. Then we’ll go get the car. The shop is about a mile up the road. When’s your dad getting here?”
“He said half an hour.”
“Can you get him to drive you to the shop—it’s called Joe’s—to get your luggage? We might be longer than half an hour.”
She nodded. “I’ll wait.” She bit her nail, realized what she was doing, and shoved her hand back in her lap. “I’m wondering…um…maybe we could hook up on my way back through Newark? Is that crazy?”
“It’s not crazy. Will you have any time?”
“Well, my friend Rita lives in Manhattan. Maybe I’ll just tell the parents I wanted to meet with her before my flight. Not that I need my parents’ permission, but explaining that I was going to see a cabby I just slept with…well, that would cause unneeded worry.”
Jake grinned. “I can certainly see your point of view there.”
He left and Christine once again found herself fantasizing about their time in the back of the cab. She greeted her dad when he arrived and tried to put it out of her mind. Then she saw Jake again at the garage and felt really weird with her dad there. She should just forget the whole thing. Jake slipped her a card with his number on it. “In case you have time,” he said, but Christine was already thinking it was a bad idea. Being around her dad seemed to ground some sense back into her. But all weekend, long after she’d gotten home and done the holiday thing, she remembered Jake spanking her and talking about tying her up, and she couldn’t get out of her head the fantasy of taking that further. The closer she got to her return trip, the more she relived the memory of touching Jake and feeling him inside her. She decided to take a bus back to Newark, then call Jake. Maybe he’d changed his mind.
“Can you come into Manhattan, then? I can pick you up at Port Authority.”
“What about your son?”
“He’s staying at a friend’s for the day.”
“Okay.”
Another bus and more time to think she was totally crazy to be doing this. When she got to Port Authority, she realized it was a much bigger place than she’d thought. Most likely Jake would have his cab out front with the rest of the cabs, so she headed there. Like twenty cabs were in front of the building, all looking much the same. She stood there biting her nail and wondering how to narrow it down as pedestrians on the sidewalk buffered around her. A horn honked and a man got out of one of the cabs.
“Christine!”
Oh thank God. She rushed in Jake’s direction, suitcase in tow. He came around the cab and helped her with the suitcase. Then she wondered whether to sit in the front because she knew him or in the back, traditional with cabbies. These were the sort of things that drove her nuts, little worries that she had no control over.
“Sit up front. What time’s your flight?”
“Nine forty.”
“We’ll have to leave enough time to get through the tunnel.”
“Yeah, missing my flight would not be good.”
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
“Um, how can you tell?”
He chuckled. “You’re biting your nail and fidgeting.”
“Sorry. This isn’t usually like me.”
“The nervousness or going off with a guy you just met?”
“The latter.”
“My apartment’s a real hole in the wall.”
“That’s okay.”
The place was on the Upper West Side and had a buzzer system to keep out strangers. The exterior of the building was white brick with a freshly painted interior. He was on the sixth floor.
“Here it is. It’s considered a two bedroom, but my son’s room is more like a closet by non-New York standards.” He gestured at the closed door on the right as they passed the kitchen, barely big enough to stand in, on the left. The living room had a couch, a beanbag, a flat screen TV and a little desk area near the pass-through. “My bedroom’s over there.” That door was open a crack but she couldn’t see inside it. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Sure.”
“Wine or beer or soda?”
“Um, wine sounds good.”
A glass and a half later and she had a nice little buzz. “This should make flying easier.” She patted the arm of the faux suede sofa, reveling in its texture.
“Don’t worry. It’ll wear off.”
“What if I don’t want it to?”
“Then there’s more on the plane.” He grinned. “I feel as if I should say something romantic but I can’t think of a thing.”
“That’s okay.”
“Kiss me anyway?”
And the kiss rocked her to her toes. It was gentle but hot, inviting yet restrained. He was letting her set the pace. It was very different than being trapped in a car with him. Here she could leave at any time. Here she was making a definite choice. She opened her mouth and let his tongue inside. Hot, wet. He palmed her breast and she sighed into his mouth. His thumb flicked her nipple through the cotton shirt and lace bra. It made her think about the back of the cab when he spanked her. Did she want him to do more of that? Spanking her? Dominating her? Just the thought of it caused her breathing to hitch. Should she tell him what she was thinking about? Would he think her insane?
He pinched her nipple, still through the layers of fabric. It felt good. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and thought about him fucking her.
“I can tie you up,” he said as if he were reading her mind. “Tie you up and spank you.”
“But you’re enough for me without that.”
“But you want it, right? You’re thinking about it?”
Should she admit the truth? Maybe she really was a deviant. But she was getting on a plane. She’d never see him again. Maybe she should face her desires.
“I’ll tie your wrists with silk,” he whispered. His voice was husky and deep. It reverberated through her core. Was it his words, or just the sound, or the tickle of his breath on her cheek? “I’ll pull your panties down, bend you over my knee and spank your pink bottom.”
Why were those words turning her on even more? She was crazy.
“I’ll bind your mouth with a gag and blindfold your eyes. Then touch you where you least expect it.”
Christine bit her lip. “What if I want to stop? If I change my mind?”
“Then we’ll stop, no matter how far it’s gone. Have you heard of safe words?”
“I think on TV once.”
“When you call your safe word, everything stops, no questions asked. But for this time, you say stop, I stop. No special word needed.”
“Should we go to your bedroom?”
He took her hand and tugged her through the doorway. He had a king-size bed with brass posts. There were a couple of framed pictures on the wall. They seemed to be school pictures of a boy who looked a lot like Jake. He must be his son.
“Let me show you what I have. If you freak out, no harm done.” He opened the top drawer of his dresser. Underneath a layer of white t-shirts, he unearthed a few lengths of silk cord, a pair of handcuffs, a scary looking vibrator and something with leather strips on the end.
She pointed to it. “What’s this?”
“A flogger.”
“You’re really into this stuff?”
“Not into the scene, if that’s what you mean. I just have these fantasies.”
“Show me that vibrator.” Christine tried to sound braver than she felt.
“Look, it rotates against the G-spot and this part vibrates against your clit.”
“And you use that once you tie me up?”
“If you want.”
“Kiss me again.”
He leaned in and kissed her, lips smooth, gentle, and Christine had this deep intuitive feeling she could trust him. She placed her hand on his chest and admired his pecs. This man worked out. She wanted his shirt off, so she unbuttoned it. Then her hands were
all over his chest, really enjoying the texture. He pulled her closer so the lower half of her body connected with his. He was hard and she liked it.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Strip down to your underwear.”
She wore a silk-front thong and a lace bra. The room was nice and warm, so she couldn’t explain the goose bumps on her skin. He pulled down the comforter on the bed, revealing beige sateen sheets.
“Lie back and I’ll tie you up.”
Was it the ropes that turned him on? Seeing her helpless on the bed? Being in total control? Oddly enough, it was the loss of control that turned her on. He tied her wrists to the metal posts, and used longer ropes to keep her legs wide open. She was comfortable on the pillow with her arms outstretched, but she felt vulnerable, especially with the cool air touching her inner thighs.
“I’m going to blindfold you too.”
She nodded, ignoring the twinge of trepidation in her stomach. He pulled a handkerchief out of the drawer, folded it and soon her vision was blocked. Then the slow, exquisite torture began. At first, he kept the fabric of her underwear as it was, flicking her nipples through the bra, rubbing his thumb along the silk triangle of the thong. Christine wiggled a little. She couldn’t help it. He leaned in and sucked her breast through the fabric. There was something erotic about that. Then he moved away. She couldn’t tell to where until his warm tongue licked the silk of her panties. She gasped. Nice. This was very nice. He moved away again. Then she heard a strange sound. She wasn’t sure what it was until he laid the object against her stomach. It was the vibrator whirring. The vibrator moved lower and lower on her stomach, over her mound, against her clit. Then he fingered the fabric out of the way and touched her hole.
Chapter Three
Jake watched Christine squirm as he pushed the vibrator into her a millimeter at a time. She lifted her hips, trying to make him speed up the process, but he pulled back each time to tease her. He loved seeing her spread out in front of him, the bra and thong enticing and sexy. They were going to come off soon, but he liked taking his time. She was incredibly wet, her own juices lubricating the vibrator. His cock had hardened as soon as she’d obeyed his command to strip. He had no idea why the bondage and spanking turned him on so much, and he was sure Christine had no idea either. Perhaps just the fact that it was taboo.
He’d tried a couple of different fetish clubs after he’d broken up with his wife. He’d decided to be dominated first so that he would know what it felt like. The dominatrix wore a sexy leather dress and stockings with the garter visible. She’d put a black hood over his head and face and slipped his hands through cuffs attached to a chain secured to the ceiling. Then she’d alternated between pleasure and pain, sucking him off then flogging his ass. He’d loved every second of it but for his second visit, he wanted to dominate. The tiny woman who agreed to be his sub had followed his command to bend over his knee and lift her skirt so that he could spank her bare butt. After each swat she’d said, “Thank you, Master.” He touched between her legs to see if this was really turning her on. It was. He touched her intimately, but he never let her come. She sucked him and he came embarrassingly fast and she swallowed everything.
That experiment had fueled his fantasies for some time, but he wasn’t someone who enjoyed playing with different strangers. He wanted to concentrate on one woman who trusted him completely. He thought Christine very brave because she was trusting him with her body though she’d known him such a short time, and she was trusting him with her desire, opening up to a whole new world of eroticism.
“Please. Please, I want to feel it deep inside me.”
He lifted the vibrator away from her skin. “Beg me.”
“I beg you. Please fuck me with the vibrator. I need you to.”
He adjusted his dick because it was uncomfortably hard in his pants. He wanted to ram himself inside her but that would defeat the purpose—teaching her about her own desires. He touched the vibrator to her clit again and upped the vibration, which upped the volume of the tool as well. This time he didn’t stop with the tip. He eased it down her passage and adjusted the little arm to vibrate on her clit at the same. She moaned and moved her hips, so he shoved the tool deeper until he knew the rotating beads were hitting the right spot. Her moan turned into a keening and he knew she was close to coming.
He withdrew.
“No, don’t stop!”
“I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t leave me.”
“Just a sec.” He sprinted to the kitchen to the utensil drawer, finding a pair of kitchen shears. He returned and snipped off her underwear. She gasped.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see all of you.” He snipped her bra off as well, freeing her breasts. The dark areolas drew his eye like ripe berries. Her breasts had flattened and spread out a bit because of her position. They were plump without being big. The air touched her nipples and hardened them. He leaned over and licked one, slowly, all the way around, then he switched to the other one. He imagined the wetness made the exposure to the air a little more intense.
“Please, I need more.”
“Say Master. Beg me as your master.”
“Please, Master, I beg you to pleasure me. I beg you, please make me come, Master.”
* * * * *
Christine thought calling him master would seem silly and somewhat shameful. Instead, she knew it was right when she was tied up like this. She loved that he teased her and ordered her to do things like beg. Her nipples were achingly stiff, the cool air and the wetness sensitizing them more than before. She’d panicked a bit when she heard the scissors and when she realized he’d cut her pretty bra and thong from her body. She couldn’t have stopped him if she’d wanted to. Why did that so completely turn her on?
“You will only come when I give you permission, do you understand?” His sexy voice had gone lower, sending shivers up her spine.
“Yes, Master.” But it was driving her crazy, as if she was winding tighter and tighter with no promise of release.
Suddenly she felt something swat her breasts, stinging her skin. The strips slipped gently across her breasts then swatted her again, a bit harder. It was the flogger she’d seen earlier. The swat hit her inner thighs next. Another swat, harder, then the trailing strips of leather. She knew the next strike was hard enough to turn her skin bright pink. He lifted her hips and tipped her onto her side as far as she could go with her ankles and wrists bound. She knew where the next swat would be—her ass. What she hadn’t expected was how hard it would be. “Ouch!”
“Shh, I don’t want to hear another word from you, unless it is to beg me for more.”
He struck her again, then slid his hand across her ass soothingly. He alternated strikes with light touches. She was nervous because she really hadn’t known him that long and she was trusting him to eventually let her go. It had helped to see his son’s school pictures on the wall, plus her dad had met him. The thing was, the uncertainty was a huge turn-on.
Christine obeyed Jake’s command to remain silent. Her butt had to be quite rosy by now. Every swat sent a jolt through her pleasure centers. How could this be so erotic to her? How could she get off on pain? He struck her and struck her and she lost herself in the present moment. All her fear went away. Every thought went away, every worry. She never wanted him to stop. It was no longer about sex. It was almost spiritual. When he stopped, she could have died. He rolled her onto her back once again.
“Wow.” Jake sounded shocked. “I’ve never flogged someone like that before. Anyone else would’ve freaked if I tried, but you didn’t tell me to stop or go lighter. You really liked it, didn’t you?”
“It’s like being jolted out of a trance when you stopped. Only now does my butt feel sore.” She smiled, and she knew she had to look very relaxed and dreamy.
“I’m going to fuck you now, as hard as I want.”
* * * * *
He had never been so hard in his life, even at the BDSM clubs. He was leaking into his underwear. He undid his jeans and pushed them down with shaking hands. His dick was so sensitized that the touch of the air startled him. He circled his dick with his fingers, feeling as if he needed to ease himself with small touches before he gave in to his one desire. He had to have her. Her mind had become more open to him as she fell into a trance state. He was with her mentally as she reached nirvana, something he’d never felt in his life. It had taken all his strength to break out of the trance himself, and when he had, he’d wanted to be inside her physically to make up for the lack. Her legs were spread before him, asking for him. Her thighs were still a bit pink. God, she’d let him go on and on. He’d stopped worrying about hurting her too much, though he’d kept the strokes even and not too hard. This was further than he’d ever gone. The word “Master” on her lips was the same as her mouth around his dick. It rocked his world. For one moment, he thought he wanted to keep her this way, to have her be his slave and obey his every command, but then he felt guilty. He would never take away her free will. He wanted her to want the punishment.
He slipped on a condom and climbed between her legs, the mattress lowering from his weight. As soon as his thighs touched hers, she moaned. “Oh God, fuck me. I beg you, Master, fuck me hard.”
“How hard?”
“As hard as you can. I want to feel you deep inside me and I want you to feel as much pleasure as possible.”
He entered her in one swift stroke, all the way to the hilt. Oh man, she was extremely wet, waiting for him. Her muscles contracted around his cock as he withdrew and rammed with his own rhythm, hard and fast, hard and fast. He didn’t think about her pleasure, just his own, but her moans told him she was enjoying every minute of it. God, he couldn’t hold out a second longer. His release shook him to the core and she rocked with him, shouting out, her muscles squeezing spastically.
