“Hmm, you like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” It surprised her just how much she liked it actually.
As soon as she said that, he stopped and lowered his face between her legs. Yes, finally, she thought. He gently blew a breath over her panties, the heat penetrating through the sheer, satin material. He put one hand on each of her inner thighs before pressing a firm kiss against her mound. When was the last time a man had gone down on her? It was pathetic that she couldn’t remember. Hell, she wasn’t sure she could even remember the last time she’d had sex. She groaned and tried to wiggle closer to him.
“I told you not to move!” He nipped at her, catching her panties and one of her lips in his teeth. She cried out and stilled, tightening her grip on the bars of the headboard. He resumed his slow, torturous onslaught tease of her sex with hot kisses and feather light caresses until she was panting with need. Then he gathered her panties to the side and flicked his tongue over her clit. Olivia half screamed, half moaned. She was so fucking horny that little bit of contact had her mind swirling and her body tensing for an orgasm. Most of the reason was because of Dean, because of what he was doing to her. But the other reason was because her last boyfriend wasn’t very adventurous in the bedroom. Then again, she wasn’t either.
“Mmm,” Dean hummed against her folds. “You taste so good, Olivia. And you’re so eager.” He chuckled. “It makes my cock so hard to know that you’re hot for me.” He slowly licked up one side of her folds and down the other. She swore the room exploded into hundreds of different colors. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered. Christ, she couldn’t believe it. All he’d done was kiss her, pinch her nipples, and lick her clit and she was ready to come already. It used to take her a long time to get to this point with her ex, and most of the time, he finished way before she was even close. So the fact that a complete stranger could get her off so quickly was exciting and a little terrifying. It was like she had no control over her body.
He shoved two fingers into her pussy, his tongue circling her clit, and she lost it. Her hips bucked, lifting her ass off the bed. Dean pinned her down with an arm across her stomach and continued to finger her. “Yeah, that’s it, Olivia. Let it go. Give it to me, baby. Let me taste you.”
Sweet Lord, his voice, his words – no one had ever spoken to her like that before. And then she did as he’d asked. She gave him a taste of herself. It all happened so fast. The way her orgasm tore through her body was violent and intense, and she nearly passed out from the sheer force of it. Her fingers and hands ached from holding the bars on the headboard so damn tight. She wanted nothing more than to squeeze her thighs together to ease the throbbing tremors that were wracking her core, but she couldn’t because her ankles were still tied to the bed.
Dean brought his body up to cover hers, and then he kissed her. Her taste lingered on his lips and it was erotic to taste herself on him like that. What was even more erotic was that she was getting aroused again. Normally, if she were lucky enough to orgasm, she was good for a few days. But with Dean, she found herself craving more. Without thinking about it, she let go of the headboard and put her arms around his neck. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. “Uh-uh. No letting go, remember,” he said, drawing out her bottom lip with his teeth before kissing her again.
“Yes, Sir, sorry.”
“I’m going to tell you something, Olivia,” he said as he released her hands and kneeled between her legs again. Then he began to unbutton his pants. “Something I’ve never said to any sub before. Do you want to know what it is?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her curiosity was piqued.
He smiled down at her in that cocky arrogant way he had about him. “No sub, no woman has ever made me has hard as you have,” he pulled a condom from his pants pocket, and then pulled his pants down over his hips, “which is why I need to fuck you so badly. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside of you right now.”
It was a boost to her ego to know she turned him on so much. Olivia watched as he rolled the condom over his long, thick cock. He was much larger than any other man she’d ever been with, and she knew it was probably going to hurt. But at the same time, that knowledge excited her. She hoped it would be like when he pinched her nipples – painful at first, and then blend into the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever felt.
“I’m not normally so impatient. I like to make my subs come three or four times. Next time.” He settled between her legs, the head of his cock nudging her entrance. She inhaled sharply. “Next time.” He grunted as he pushed inside of her. “Holy fuck,” he breathed out. “Next time I’m going to spank that tight little ass of yours, and I’m going to make you beg for my cock.”
Olivia held her breath. Next time? Spanking? Like everything else about him and this lifestyle, it excited and terrified her all at the same time. And if she wasn’t consumed with the fact that his hard cock was fully inside of her, his hips frantically pumping her, she would’ve tried to wrap her mind around the idea of seeing him again. She assumed that in this world, a second meeting held a lot of implications. From her research, she knew that it usually meant he wanted to be her Dom, her Master. Kinky sex with him for the purposes of research was one thing; fully submitting to him for a long term relationship was something totally different. She didn’t know if she was ready for that. Not so close to her breakup anyway. But the thought of not seeing him again – that was equally as scary.
“Ah, God, Olivia, baby,” he ground out as he repeatedly shoved his cock in and out of her with merciless determination. He took hold of her hands again, intertwining their fingers, and his mouth crushed hers.
Baby? Was it normal for a Dom to give his sub a pet name? It seemed so out of character with the lifestyle. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like it though. It made her feel special, even though she knew she wasn’t. She was just another in a line of subs. Her ex hadn’t cared enough to flatter her with names like that, so she was going to enjoy it, even if it was only in her mind. “Please, Sir, can I touch you?” Olivia wiggled her fingers beneath his viselike grip.
“Yes, but only because this is your first time.” He released her hands and she clutched his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin, causing him to cry out in pain. “God damn it!” He put his weight into his arms and looked down at her, her hands falling from his shoulders. Shit. She hadn’t meant to hurt him. Dean slowed his pace. “Am I hurting you, baby?”
His voice was suddenly different. It was softer and full of concern. It gave her chills. “No, Sir.”
Dean increased his pace again, rocking into her with such force; her head would’ve banged against the headboard if her ankles weren’t secured to the bed. She reached around and grabbed his ass, surprised to find it unforgiving in her hands. It was muscular, clenching and unclenching with each thrust of his hips. “Fuck,” he drew out the word, “I want you to come, Olivia. Now!”
The concept of coming at his command seemed ludicrous, but that’s exactly what happened. She chalked it up to the fact that she was already so close and told herself that it had nothing to do with his command. Her stomach tightened and her body convulsed at the same time as Dean’s. Their orgasms collided inside of her, leaving her dizzy and unable to breathe. He collapsed on top of her and they lay there silently for several moments. Her mind was reeling from what just happened. Two orgasms within minutes – it was unheard of for her. Yet, it was something she knew she was going to crave during those nights when she was alone and longing for the touch of a man. No, not any man – Dean. She was afraid that after tonight, after this, no man could or would ever live up to him and the way he made her feel.
“I have to apologize,” he said, keeping his face buried in her neck. “That wasn’t my best performance. I promise it will be a lot more satisfying next time.”
“It’s okay, Sir.” Not his best performance? She shuddered to think about what he could do when he was on
top of his game. Maybe she should tell him just how satisfying it was for her, that it was literally the best sex of her entire life. Maybe that would make him feel better – even though she didn’t think he had anything to feel bad about.
Dean eased out of her and climbed off the bed. He finished removing his pants. That was strange that he’d take off his pants after they were finished having sex, unless he was planning to do it again. “Are you okay? If I hurt you in anyway, you have to tell me.”
“No, Sir. I’m fine. My fingers are a little cramped from holding onto the bars.” God, she was exhausted. He untied her legs and helped her to sit up. “Thank you, Sir.”
He sat on the foot of the bed and took her legs, placing them across his lap. Then he massaged each of her ankles. “I’ve been told I tie the restraints a little too tight at times.”
“They were fine, Sir.” She watched as he worked his hands around her ankles and up her shins and calves. Olivia propped herself up with her hands behind her, and she let her head fall back to her shoulders. “Mmm, that feels good.”
“So, tell me, Olivia, was it what you expected? Did you find what you were looking for?”
That was a loaded question. “Honestly?”
“Lesson number five, do not ever lie to your Dom. This type of relationship is based on trust, communication, and mutual respect. Without those three things, this will never work.”
“Okay. Well, no, it wasn’t what I expected. It was better.”
“Better?” He set her right foot back on the bed and concentrated on her left foot. “How was it better?”
She just realized she hadn’t been calling him sir. He hadn’t corrected her, and she hoped he wasn’t just going to punish her without warning. “Well, Sir, I—”
“There’s no need to keep calling me Sir. Play is over.”
“Oh. How am I supposed to know that? Is that something you tell your subs?”
He smiled and she saw a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “No, you will learn by the tone of my voice.” Dean cleared his throat and said, “Kiss me.” His voice was deep and commanding. It was also sexy as hell. Olivia found herself getting on her hands and knees and crawling toward him as if propelled by some unforeseen force. Kneeling in front of him, she pressed her lips to his. Then he took complete control of the kiss and stole her breath. “God, you’re a great kisser.” That time his voice was different. It sounded normal.
“I see,” she said.
“You’re a quick learner.”
She smiled at his compliment. “So, I can see the appeal for a Dom in this lifestyle, being in control, having a woman do whatever you say, but what does a sub get out of all of this?”
“That’s the common misconception about this lifestyle and it really pisses me off. Yes, Dom’s are in control, but we have no real control over anything. The sub has it all.”
“What?” She laughed. “How is that possible?”
“The safe word. A Dom can only go as far as his sub will allow. Once that word is said, everything stops. And I mean everything.” He laughed. “Most people think that a Dom is in it for the control, and we are in a way, but more than that, we’re in it because we get immense pleasure from giving our subs pleasure. If our subs aren’t happy, then we’re not happy. It’s as simple as that.”
Olivia game him a confused look. “I’m still not sure I get it. If Doms get off on giving pleasure to a woman, why not just go get a girlfriend?”
“Because the control is arousing, too. But it’s not the primary focus of this kind of relationship. That’s what a lot of people don’t understand. They think Doms are just controlling sexual deviants, and we’re not.”
“Huh.” She wasn’t a stupid person, but for some reason, this didn’t make any sense to her. It sounded like Dean was talking in circles.
“Like I said, it’s about trust, communication, and mutual respect. A simple boyfriend girlfriend relationship isn’t bound by any rules. In a Dom sub relationship there are firm rules in place – for both parties.” Dean pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. She was surprised to find him semi-erect. “Consider your last relationship. Were you comfortable telling him anything that was on your mind?”
“No.” In fact, lack of communication was only one of their many problems.
“With your Dom, you can. You can tell him whatever you want and he will respect you enough to listen, without judgment, and then if needed, he’ll help you.”
That sounded like a pipe dream to her. There was no way that kind of relationship could exist between a man and woman who were having sex. It just didn’t happen.
“Were you able to explore your sexual desires with your last boyfriend?” Dean cupped her breasts in his hands and kneaded them, his thumb grazing over her nipple before pinching it in that way that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her clit. “Before tonight, did you know you liked your nipples pinched? Hmm?” He lowered his head and took her hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.
She arched into him and moaned. “No.”
“With your Dom, you will. You’ll learn thing about yourself that you never knew. You’ll be pushed to your sexual limits and in the process you’ll have more pleasure than you ever thought possible.”
She lost a little more focus each time he touched her. “Does it go both ways?”
“What? The sexual discovery? Yes and no. Most Doms know exactly what they like, so there really isn’t any self-discovery for them. But they do get pleasure from exploring their subs, from learning what they like, and then giving it to them.” Dean kissed his way from her breasts up to her throat and jaw. He nipped at her chin before kissing her fully on the mouth.
When he finally released her, she said, “I meant the trust and communication. Do Doms trust their subs? Do Doms tell their subs everything, too?”
“Yes. As the one in control, a Dom must trust his sub to tell him when things are going too far or else someone could get hurt. And, just like we are now, after sex, a Dom and sub will usually talk about what happened, what they each liked or didn’t like.”
“Then, can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” He gathered her hair into his hands and tilted her head. Then he assaulted her neck with hot, lingering kisses.
“Do you ever just have sex with a woman? I mean, is it always in this context for you?”
“No and yes. This is who I am, Olivia. It’s what I know. It’s what I’m good at.”
“Hmm…” She rotated on his lap and his cock jerked beneath her. God, she wanted him again.
“You’re still confused.” It wasn’t a question so much as it was a statement. “It’s hard for someone to get a feel for what this lifestyle is really like, to understand what it’s really about unless they’ve lived it.” Dean pulled her head forward and poised his lips over hers, but he didn’t give her the kiss she craved. “Let me show you, Olivia.”
“What?” She pulled back and met his gaze, which was hot and hopeful. Was he asking her to become his sub? Deep down, Olivia knew she wanted to see him again.
“Let me show you what this lifestyle is all about. Let me show you what it truly means to be a sub.”
Olivia swallowed hard. Yes, she wanted to see him again, but she wasn’t here to join this lifestyle. She was here to write a story. Nothing more. Nothing less. Maybe it was time to come clean, to tell him the true reason she was here. But… Dean had been so nice to her, so welcome and accommodating. She felt like a jerk for not being honest with him from the start. And she was afraid that if she came clean now, he wouldn’t want to see her again.
“Olivia.” His tone had switched to his Dom voice. “Give me one week, baby. If you don’t like it, then we both walk away. No strings attached.” Finally, he kissed her and her entire body melted into his. “So, what’s your answer, Olivia? Will you be my sub?”
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Dean winced as he stepped out of the shower and dried his back. He l
ooked in the mirror and grimaced. Olivia had really done a number on his shoulders. She’d actually drawn blood and left scratch marks on him. A slow smiled tugged at his lips. Olivia. He hadn’t stopped thinking about her since he’d met her last night. His dick got hard every time he thought about her, about what it’d felt like to be inside of her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, remembering that night. Oh, he’d had every intention of playing with her until she begged for him. That plan had failed the moment he saw her naked, spread eagle on the bed. Dean lost all control, which isn’t something that ever happened to him. He’d told her that he was going easy, but that wasn’t really the truth. Yeah, he had been easier on her than he was on all his other first time subs. He’d even let her touch him after he’d told her not to. But, the truth was, she’d gotten under his skin the moment he’d laid eyes on her, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in her and stay there for as long as he could—which is exactly why he’d convinced her to give him a week to show her the lifestyle. She was so shy and unsure of the whole thing. Well, his mission was now to convince her that this lifestyle, that being his sub was exactly what she’d been missing in her life.
It had been a very long time since he’d had a sub of his own. His job didn’t allow much time for that kind of thing, which is why he trained them in the basics of submission, respect, and trust, and then let them go find a Dom who could give them the time and attention they deserved. Until last night, he really hadn’t missed having a submissive. But Olivia made him want one for himself. No. He wanted Olivia. And he’d do whatever was necessary to get her, too. He’d practically begged her to come home with him last night – something he never did, begging – but she’d refused. He did, however, convince her to come to his apartment for dinner and drinks tonight. He’d wanted her to come over early that morning and spend the whole day with him, but she said she had work. So, he’d conceded to dinner. She was due to arrive at his apartment any moment now. If he had his way, she wouldn’t be leaving tonight though.
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