by Kim Black
How can he turn me on so much?
He doesn’t want to talk right now, and I can admit to myself that neither do I, but still I hesitate. I ask myself for the first time in years if I am ready to let go of the hurt that’s been burning in my heart. Am I capable of allowing this man to get close to me without fear and without knowing what might happen tomorrow, even if what tomorrow brings is nothing but turmoil?
Just the few weeks I have spent with him have already been the most thrilling of my life.
I know what my answer is. I think I have known it since that very first night.
Slowly I sink to my knees, my eyes never leaving his. I don’t lower my head. Instead, I arch my back, giving him a view of my hardened nipples. Holding his heated gaze, I slowly bring my hands behind my back.
This is what you do to me, Blake.
Blake groans softly, and the sound registers between my legs. Jolts of electric current fire through me and I clamp my thighs together to keep from swooning.
I want to touch him when he approaches and stands directly in front of me. I want to feel the weight of his thick, sexy cock on my tongue, but I force myself to do only what he says from this point on.
His eyes make a slow, steady perusal of my body, taking the time to get their fill of me. They wander from my rounded breasts and flat stomach until they settle on what Blake undoubtedly wants most.
Blake runs his hand through my hair and my heart quickens at his touch. I want this so much that it physically hurts, but I would be lying if I said that I am not still frightened by what tonight means.
Does he want more? Am I ready for more if he does?
“Spread those legs wide for me.” Blake’s voice is laced with sweet, savage lust. It’s controlled, but just barely. The undertone of desperation hidden there summons a sultry moan from my lips. Knowing that I have so much as an iota of an effect on him, sends a fresh wave of chills down my spine.
I do as I am told. Opening for him, letting my body fall back onto the cool floor, I spread my legs as wide apart as they can comfortably go, unashamed and completely at his mercy.
I don’t know where what happens tonight will lead us. I don’t know if we’ll ever figure it out, but I do know one thing for certain—tonight, I am his and he, in all his dominant glory, is mine.
BLAKE
My dick throbs as Alyson spreads her long, toned legs apart for me, revealing her bare, glistening pussy. My mouth waters at the sight of her and I have to remind myself that I still have other plans for the evening.
“Close your eyes,” I tell her and unlike a minute ago, this time there is no hesitation.
Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, I pull out her red silk scarf, grateful that I have this opportunity to use it on her again. “I’m not going to fuck you, Alyson,” I tell her as I slowly kneel near the top of her head.
I watch as her mouth opens as if to speak, but she apparently thinks better of it. She lets out a small whimper and I know that she is disappointed by what I just said.
Sliding my hand under the nape of her neck, I help her raise her head and I tie the scarf around it to cover her eyes. I groan at the sight before me. Alyson, blindfolded, her legs spread wide. The scent of her arousal and that intoxicating flowery perfume she’s wearing fill my nostrils and stoke my desire.
So fucking perfect.
“I think we should play a little game.” Still kneeling, I adjust my position, placing myself directly in front of her. My fingers graze the inside of her thigh and she moans in response. I tear my hand away from her silky skin, causing her to grumble yet again.
So impatient. I shake my head.
“Tell me, Alyson. Why did you storm out of my office the other day?”
I feel her body stiffen. Her breath catches in her throat and for a second I think she won’t answer my question.
This won’t do.
I repeat the question once again, becoming irritated that I am being forced to repeat myself. I suddenly plunge my finger into her pussy. “Don’t make me ask again, Alyson! Remember what I told you? Lesson one is never to lie to your Dom.”
She gasps in surprise and then moans in pleasure. “Oh, God. Blake, please,” she’s begging. I know exactly what she wants, but I still don’t move my fingers.
“Alyson,” I warn, and she quickly nods her head.
“I… I… I find it hard to believe that you will ever be satisfied with me, Sir,” she confesses, her voice small and hesitant as she admits her truth.
I slowly begin to move my fingers in and out of her warm, sleek cunt. She moans her appreciation and grinds her hips as I continue to fuck her with my fingers.
How can she believe that I won’t be satisfied with her? Doesn’t she see how much she’s affects me?
“And now? Do you feel that way now?” I ask, almost whispering. I don’t want to hear her answer, but I know that this conversation is necessary. If she agrees to give us an honest chance, she’ll have to know that she can tell me how she feels without fear of judgement.
She nods, sadly, biting her lower lip, and I feel a lump of emotion form in my throat.
How can she not see?
“Alyson,” my voice is soft as I pull my fingers out of her and lean down so that I am now hovering over her. I kiss her throat, her shoulder, her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.” I kiss her ears, her cheek, and her forehead. “Since the moment I met you, you’ve been like a drug in my system that I never want to detox from.”
Tears stream down the sides of her face, soaking the blindfold. I kiss each tear away. “But you want someone experienced, and you obviously don’t do commitment…” she croaks, and my heart breaks at the pain that’s evident in her voice.
I reach for the blindfold and pull it away, needing to see those gorgeous blue eyes. “I want you, Alyson. I’ve wanted you since the moment you sent me that first email. I want you and only you. I’m sorry that I haven’t been clear in that regard, but I never planned for you. For us. Not after…”
“After what? Blake, please tell me. What caused you to become...” she stops short and looks me in the eye. “What happened to you?”
Looking down at her, I know that if this thing with Alyson is going to go anywhere I need to tell her everything, down to the last painful detail.
I pull away from her and stand up. She sits up and folds her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
“I was engaged. Three years ago. We were going to have a baby. She was so stressed out, always working and never taking care of herself. I told her to rest. I told her that she had to think of the baby, but she insisted and I relented. I didn’t stop her when she started catering more events than usual. I didn’t question her when she came home late from an event, too exhausted to even hold up her head.”
I’m now pacing back and forth, the images from three fucking years ago come rushing back as if they happened only yesterday, and although I want to scream, I press on. “I didn’t want to argue with her. Didn’t want to cause her more stress by insisting. By the time she was seven months along, we barely saw each other. I was working on the biggest case of my career and she was expanding her catering company.”
I pause and take a deep breath. Outside of my therapist, I’ve never told anyone else about this. “One night, I came home late. I’d been working on that fucking case. The one case that was supposed to change our lives for the better.” I shake my head, because that case did indeed change everything, but not in the way I thought it would. Not for the better.
“There was so much blood. So much. I didn’t know what to do. She was crying hysterically and I couldn’t get her to calm down. I got her to the hospital as quickly as I could.”
Turning to face Alyson, I see the tears running down her face, her hand over her mouth.
“I lost them both that night. Pre-eclampsia, they told me,” I whisper, turning away from her. “She and our child left me that night and I had no choice but to let them go.”
ALYSON
“Oh, Blake. No, please don’t think like that. How could you have known? How could either of you?” I scurry over to him, wrapping him in my arms.
I can’t imagine how much he’s suffered since his loss. My own loss comes to mind and I squeeze him even harder.
A few minutes pass before Blake breaks my hold on him and looks me in the eyes. “I’ve never told anyone about any of this shit. I’m glad that I told you,” he says, before his lips comes crashing down on mine. His tongue pushes against my lips seeking entry and I give it to him, wanting him to take all the comfort he can from me.
He groans as the kiss ends and I can’t help but ask the question I have been dying to have answered, “So… what happens now?”
As much as I need to hear his answer, my stomach churns at the possibility that I won’t like what he has to say. He entered this lifestyle after losing the two people he loved. It’s obviously been his escape—a way to take control of his life. Is he now ready to leave it behind, or at least find a happy medium? Do I want him to?
I want this life, with him. I can’t imagine having any other version of Blake than the one I’ve been drawn to so deeply.
Blake smiles, and it’s a genuine smile. He takes both of my hands into his and kisses each of my palms tenderly. “What happens now is that you’re going to take that sexy ass of yours into your bedroom down the hall and get into the same position you were in that first night. Face down on the bed, on your stomach, your ass in the air.”
“Blake,” I scold, pulling my hands away from him. “You know what I mean. What happens between us? What are we doing?”
He grins, and shakes his head. It’s then that what he said finally registers.
“My bedroom? What are you talking about?” I gasp.
“I don’t know about you, but I plan on having you in a few minutes and I plan to repeat it every day that follows,” he confirms with a knowing grin. “You’re mine, Alyson. It’s fast, I know, which is why you’ll be staying here and not in my main condo, but I don’t want us to be apart.”
I’m speechless. Stunned into silence as my eyes wander the span of the room. “Blake, I… I can’t live here. It’s too much, too soon.”
“Nonsense. You’ll stay. Jaxon and the moving crew are already working on moving your things over. I want you here, Alyson,” he says calmly, as if it’s not a big deal.
But it is. It’s a huge fucking deal.
“Okay…” I’m not comfortable with the idea, but I will do this for him. I understand why he needs me to be here. After what’s told me, he has to be afraid of losing someone he cares about again.
“Wonderful. Now up to your room you go. Your first lesson will begin tonight.”
He doesn’t explain, and I don’t question, “Yes, Sir.”
EPILOGUE: ALYSON
The last few months have been amazing. Blake and I are practically living together, and while I was a bit anxious about it at first, it has gone smoothly.
Thank God.
The more time we spend together, the more normal he seems, and I can only assume it’s because he’s allowing more of his old self to surface.
I don’t mind. I love the flowers he sends me for no reason at all, and the romantic dinners we share a few times a week. But, what I love most is that he still takes my breath away—each and every single night.
“Hands behind your back, Alyson.” Blake kneels behind me on the bed as I bring my hands back, following his orders. I know what he’s going to do. We’ve been training for this night for weeks, but I still feel a bit anxious.
“Just relax,” he cajoles as he binds my hands together.
I take a calming breath, willing my body to unwind from its tense state. Clearing my mind, I tell myself that I trust Blake and that he will guide me through this.
Blake begins by massaging my shoulders, his hands nicely oiled. I moan at his caress, loving the feel of his strong hands on my body. Those hands. They’ve brought me nothing but pleasure in the last few months and I feel secure in the knowledge that I am in good hands with Blake.
Slowly he moves his hands from my shoulders to my back, kneading in a circular motion and taking away all my apprehension. He manipulates my body expertly, and I fall into a blissful state of peace as his hands descend down my body.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, when he reaches my bottom, his hands, giving my cheeks the same loving treatment he’s given my tense shoulders.
I sigh, “Thank you, Sir.”
The feel of more oil trailing down my back eases me, and even though I know what’s coming, I don’t tense up.
I want this. With him. Only with him.
BLAKE
I am in complete awe of this woman. She’s given me so much in the short time we’ve been together and tonight, she freely gives me the only part of her I’ve left untouched.
What have I done to deserve her?
Slowly, I let my fingers circle her forbidden channel. Alyson swoons, but settles down as I continue to massage her rear opening. She’s been wearing the plugs I purchased for her, so I know that she won’t experience too much pain.
But my crafty little woman loves the pain I give her.
I adjust myself so that my cock is now positioned at the entrance to her pussy, and I push forward as I also insert just one finger inside her ass. She moans, encouraging me to continue and I do.
Moving my finger in and out of her ass, in the same rhythm as I’m moving my cock, she shudders with pleasure and I insert another finger alongside the first, testing her channel before I take her where she needs to go. Increasing my speed, she cries out, her slickened pussy tightly clamping down my cock, and I know that she is close.
Snaking my free hand around her waist, I find her swollen clit and apply just enough pressure to tip her over the edge as I rock into her, her hips pushing back in time to meet me.
“Fuck. Oh, Blake,” she cries, just as she falls over the edge into her orgasm, but I am far from finished.
Removing my fingers from her rear, I quickly grab onto her ponytail and give it a quick tug, and she groans at the pain. Before she comes down from her high, in one swift motion, I take her in the ass and she gasps in surprise.
“Oh, fuck. Alyson, you feel so fucking amazing,” I groan, loving the feel of her tight ass around my cock. I still my body, giving her ass a chance to adjust to its sudden impalement. She’ll need to be completely comfortable and relaxed if this experience is going to be pleasurable for her, and that’s what I want it to be.
“Baby, you take over for a while. I’m far too tempted to fuck you hard and long when you feel so damn good around me,” I tell her.
She giggles, but makes no move to take the reins, “Sir, you may take me any way you like. My body is yours to do with as you wish.”
A guttural growl tears out of me at the sound of her submission and it’s all the encouragement I need.
So fucking perfect.
God, I love her.
THE END
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