by C. C. Simone
While Van talked, Sonja looked over his shoulder and spotted Tiffany shaking her head from side to side, as if to say, “Don’t do it.”
“What do you mean by terms?” Sonja asked Van.
“Simple. You do as I say, when I say it.”
“I see. Do I get any input?”
“If I decide to allow it.”
“If you decide? Who made you God?”
“If you agree to get involved with me, then you will have made me a god in your life.”
Tiffany continued shaking her head from side to side but with a little more urgency.
“What sort of things are you going to tell me to do?”
“Like I said, everything. But mostly sexual in nature.”
“Sexual? Wow, we haven’t been on our first date and you’ve got us having sex.”
“Sure. And when we go on our first date, it’s going to end in sex.”
“Really? Why? Because you say so?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re acting very presumptuous.”
“Well, that may or may not be so. But the fact is I’m being very open and honest with you. You have the option to get up and walk out of here never to see me again, but you’re still here. So I assume you’re still interested.”
Sonja didn’t say anything for a minute, staring into her coffee cup. Tiffany was fidgeting in her seat, wondering what the hell was about to happen. Or maybe it’s just too much caffeine she thought. The waitress kept on filling up her cup because she was drinking so much and not paying attention. Her mind was completely on the scene playing out in front of her. It was fascinating and she tried her best not to be obvious about observing it. She figured Sonja would fill her in on any details that she missed.
“Van, you’re right. No one has ever been this direct and honest with me. I like that. No bullshit. Just straight to the point. So if you want to go on a first date, I’d like to try it.”
Tiffany looked as though she might faint.
“Very well. When are you free?”
“How about tonight?”
“Tonight?”
“Yes. I’d rather jump in and do something than give myself time to reconsider.”
“Excellent. I like the way you think, too. I think we’ll get along great. I will meet you hear at six o’clock.
“See you then.” Sonja got up to leave.
“Pay for the coffee.”
“Do what?”
“Pay for the coffee. Both of them.”
“Well, okay. I guess.”
“You guess? You should mark this down in your diary.”
“Why?”
“It’s the first time I’ve told you what to do and you didn’t have to decide anything. So pay it.”
Sonja thought, “This is going to get very interesting. But I can stand at least one date and if we do have sex, he seems passionate enough that it should be fun.”
“Okay, I’ll pay,” said Sonja. And she did.
When Sonja and Tiffany got back to the office, Tiffany rushed into Sonja’s office.
“What’s this? Not taking time to knock?” smiled Sonja.
“You can’t be serious about going out with that guy, can you?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m serious. More like curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”
“And that cat has nine lives. I’ll be fine, and I’ll have a hell of a story to tell if this is the only time we go out. And maybe get some hot sex out of it. I could use it.”
“Okay. I just want to go on the record as being officially worried about you.”
“I understand. And I appreciate it. Believe me, I do. But I will be fine. It’s time for a little excitement in my life, you know?”
“I suppose you’re right. I just hope and pray it’s not the wrong kind of excitement.”
“Don’t worry. Sonja smiled at her friend. She thought she was very fortunate to have a friend like that who was honestly concerned about her.
Chapter 4
At 7:00p.m., Sonja was about to walk inside the coffee shop when she heard a car horn behind her. Turning around, she saw Van pull up to the curb in a late model maroon Cadillac.
“Not bad,” thought Sonja as she walked over to Van’s car. Much to her surprise, Van hopped out, left the motor running, and he ran around to the passenger side of the car and opened it for Sonja.
“Please get in,” said Van.
‘Thank you very much,” responded Sonja. She thought that this gesture from Van was unique and it felt nice to her, even though she could open the door on her own. “At least he’s courteous,” she thought.
Van took Sonja to an exclusive restaurant in town and they had drinks, a wonderful dinner, and drank some more. When Sonja excused herself to go to the ladies’ room, she checked her cell phone. Sure enough there was a text message from Tiffany.
“Are you okay? How are things?”
Sonja quickly texted Tiffany. “Yes, I’m okay. Wonderful time. Finishing dinner.”
When she returned to their table, Van stood and said, “Let’s go.”
“But I haven’t finished my…”
Van interrupted her. “I’ve paid the bill. Let’s go.”
“Okay, if you say so.”
Sonja thought back to the things she talked about with Van at the coffee shop. “You’ll do as I say, when I say it.”
As they waited on the car to be brought back by the valet, Sonja started thinking, “Van is starting early with this ‘obey me’ crap. I’m not sure I like it.”
The valet soon arrived with the car. Van tipped the valet and opened the back door. “Get in.”
“In the back? I like to sit up front.”
Van scowled at her.
“Oh hell, okay.”
Sonja got into the back seat and buckled herself in. thinking Van was trying to be funny, she relaxed.
They drove in silence for a while and Sonja finally asked, “Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out shortly. Right now, unbuckle yourself and strip totally naked.”
“Okay, Van, this isn’t funny. I’m not stripping naked.”
“Oh, but you are. We can drive all night if you’d like but you are going to strip naked for me in the back seat before the evening is over.”
Sonja sat there for a minute. She didn’t say a word. No one had ever been so direct or rude to her before. Then it hit her, “Oh, yeah, the obey thing. Why not go along with it and see what happens? I don’t feel like I’m in any danger.”
Sonja began to strip. She kicked off her shoes, then took off her jacket. She slid her shirt off. She began to slowly unbutton her blouse. She saw Van steal a look in the rear-view mirror. An urge to make love Van suddenly popped into her thoughts.
“Where the hell did that come from?” she thought.
As she slowly took off her blouse and placed it on the seat next to her, another thought raced across her mind. This time it was of her on her hands and knees, Van pulling her hair tight as he entered her from behind.
This time she let the thought linger. She felt her pussy get a little wet.
She slowly unhooked her bra and let it fall on her lap. Her medium-sized breasts popped out, bouncing up and down as the car made its way down some unknown street.
Sonja saw Van looking at her in the rear-view mirror. “Like what you see?” she playfully asked.
Van didn’t respond. Not even a smile. And just when I was starting to get into it, too, she thought.
Sonja slid her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and lifted her ass off the seat, sliding them off. She let them hit the floorboard of the car, then stepped out of them. She was completely nude in Van’s car except for her stockings and she slowly took them off, too.
“All done!” she announced to Van.
“Good. See, I told you that you’d do it.”
“Okay, okay. You win. I did it. Now what?”
“Lay back on the seat and masturbate.”
He tossed a small pillow into the back seat. “For your head,” he tersely said.
“Should I text Tiffany?” she thought. “No. Let’s see how this game plays out.”
Sonja lay back, trying to get in the mood. She began rubbing her breasts with both hands and noticed her nipples growing erect. “That’s a good sign,” she thought.
She noticed the car had begun to go a little slower. She believed that meant Van was just watching her more closely.
Rubbing her breast with one hand and moving her other hand toward her pussy, she jumped when she rubbed her finger across her clit. She began to rhythmically work her hand back and forth on her pussy, playing with her labia before quickly inserting two fingers inside herself.
This caused her to moan and she felt hotter and hotter. Her pussy was so wet it was making gushing sounds as she finger-fucked herself. She felt her orgasm building.
She pinched her nipple hard and then she pinched the other one. Her orgasm exploded, her pussy pulsating and quivering. She raised her ass off the seat and clenched it tight as the blissful waves of her orgasm rolled through her body like the strong waves of an ocean storm rolling into shore.
Sonja let out a low moan which got louder and louder. It fully culminated in “Oh, God” and she drew out the word “God” for what seemed like minutes to her.
When her orgasm subsided, she collapsed on the back seat of the Cadillac. Van never said a word. At this point she didn’t care. She was too busy trying to catch her breath and regain her composure. She realized she had gotten too busy to ever masturbate and she vowed never to let that happen again.
Van finally spoke. “Very good, Sonja. See, that wasn’t so bad and it turned out to be quite fun for you. Do what I say and things will always work out for you.”
Sonja realized she was lying there completely naked. Yet for some strange reason it seemed more empowering than anything else.
“And what if I don’t do what you say?” she asked.
“Well then, first of all you’d be breaking our understanding. And secondly, I’d have to punish you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Sonja snarled.
“It means you would need an adjustment to your behavior. Your punishment would be especially designed for you in order to teach you to obey me.”
“You’re really full of yourself, you know that?”
“Call it what you want, the fact remains I’ve been completely honest with you. Probably far more honest than any of your past men friends.”
Sonja thought that was probably true. Some of her past lovers were basically con men. She hated it when she had to agree with Van.
Van slowed the car to a crawl, then he turned it up into a driveway. Sonja looked out the windows of the car and she could tell they were in a neighborhood of some kind. The houses she could see looked fairly expensive so maybe they had arrived at Van’s house. At least they weren’t out in the middle of nowhere so she felt a little safer. Right now, she didn’t really know what to think.
Van unlocked her door from the front of the car. He walked around to her door, opened it, held out his hand, and said, “We’re here. Get out of the car and come with me.”
“Can I put my clothes on?”
“No. Leave them in the car. They’ll be fine.”
Not wanting to hear another lecture about obeying him, Sonja took Van’s hand and stepped gingerly out of the car.
“Come with me,” he said and he held her hand as they walked toward the front door. He clicked something on his key ring and she heard the front door unlock. Van opened it and led her inside.
Turning on the light, Van said, “Welcome to my house. I hope you like it.”
Van’s house was huge. Sonja sat on a large leather sofa. Her nude body melted into the buttery soft leather. “This sofa must have cost a fortune,” she thought.
“We’ll stay in here for now,” said Van. “Are you cold?”
“No. Although I must admit it feels a little strange to be sitting stark naked in the home of someone I barely know.”
“Interesting, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s interesting that you’d allow yourself to do this. You wanted a man who would make decisions for you and you must have wanted it pretty bad because I decided you would take off all your clothes and masturbate in my car, and you did. Now, my decision is for you to sit nude in my house. And you’re going along with it. Quite interesting, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. Hey, why don’t you show me the rest of your house? It’s beautiful.”
“In time. But not right now.”
“Now that’s what’s interesting,” Sonja thought.
Van walked over to the big leather sofa where Sonja sat. he sat down on her right so close to her that she automatically moved left toward the large, padded arm on the left side of the couch.
“You smell good,” Van said. He smiled and leaned forward and kissed Sonja on the lips and his right hand caressed her breasts.
They kissed more passionately and Van’s fingers were rubbing and stroking her sensitive nipples. She could tell they had become erect from his touch and she silently admitted how good this felt. It had been too long since she had been with a man and Van was good-looking. So, what the hell? Why not give in to him?
Sonja began rubbing Van’s chest and she began to unbutton the top button of his shirt.
“No, no,” said Van, moving her hand away. “I’m keeping everything on.”
“Oh, you don’t have to be modest. Why don’t you get naked like I am?”
“Not tonight, Sonja. You’re the only one who will be naked tonight.”
“This is very odd,” thought Sonja, “but I want to see how this ends. At least I’ll have a story to tell Tiffany.”
Van moved his right hand to Sonja’s thighs and began to rub them. He continued to play with her breasts with his left hand.
Sonja’s legs parted just a little when Van began to rub her thighs. They parted even further when he began rubbing his hand lightly over her pubic hair. She was glad she had trimmed it up the night before.
Van continued kissing Sonja and he slid his tongue deep into her mouth when his fingers first touched the lips of her pussy. It felt electric to Sonja, sending shock waves of pleasure through her body.
Van kept rubbing her with his hand and it wasn’t long before his fingers were deep inside her.
“You sure know how to play with a pussy,” Sonja panted as her breathing became shorter and quicker.
“You’ve got a nice pussy to play with,” replied Van. The bulge in his pants pushed against Sonja’s thigh. She could tell it was huge. Instinctively she reached for it, only to have Van move her hand away.
“Not yet,” he said.
Sonja thought, “He must be incredibly shy or there is something physically wrong with him. Now, I must try to get him naked.”
Van stroked her pussy faster and faster. Sonja knew she was going to have an orgasm and she could feel how wet she was. She knew this entire scene was weird but somehow she liked it and the strangeness of it turned her on even more.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, “Oh, Van, you bastard, I’m coming!” Sonja shook, trembled, the muscles in her legs tightened, and her ass came off the couch. She felt her abs tighten up so hard she thought she might get muscle cramps in them. Her first orgasm of the night was like waves crashing against the shore. This one felt like a damn hurricane. Strong, fast, and sustained. It was awesome.
After her orgasm had subsided somewhat, she was exhausted and collapsed onto the couch and into Van’s arms. Every now and then a little spasm would shoot through her body. Oh, how she needed this, as strange as it was.
Sonja’s body was covered in sweat and Van got up and brought her some towels to dry off with and a blanket to wrap up in.
“I’m totally at his mercy,” she thought. “My clothes are in his car, I’m in his house, and I’m comple
tely naked. Oh yeah, this is turning out to be quite the date. I’ve cum twice and have yet to see Van without his shirt. But, true to his word, I have not made one decision all night. It’s kind of liberating but it’s strange because I’m not used to it.”
Sonja and Van lay there cuddled up on the couch for at least 45 minutes. Sonja tried to kiss Van and he gently pushed her away, saying, “No, not tonight.”
The hurt look on Sonja’s face gave away her sense of rejection. Van knew that feeling of rejection. It happened to him more than once but the last time was the worst. His ex-wife took him for nearly everything he had and she had taken their only son with her. His ex and their little boy just disappeared.
Van hadn’t seen his son since. Van knew about rejection. And he knew that from the time his ex rejected him that he would be the one who rejected people. It would never happen to him again.
Suddenly, Van looked deeply into Sonja’s eyes. She loved his eyes; looking into them this deeply made her want him more than she had all night.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said to Van.
“No. Not tonight. Maybe not ever. You never know.”
“What the hell is he saying?” thought Sonja. “Did I miss something? Is he some kind of nut?”
Suddenly, Van pushed his hand inside the blanket covering Sonja. He began rubbing her inner thigh. Sonja began to squirm and involuntarily parted her legs a little bit.
Van leaned over and whispered into her ear, “I want to eat your pussy right now.”
Sonja couldn’t believe it. He was lavishing all his attention on her and he wouldn’t let her touch him or suck him or fuck him. It was so bizarre. But she knew she was going to let him eat her pussy. It had been a while since she experienced that and so far, Van seemed to know what he was doing. She figured he’d know how to give head. Besides, who gives up head when it’s so freely offered?
Van pulled the blanket off Sonja. He knelt between her legs and began to rub her pussy with his fingers. He could see that she was getting wet.
