by Violet Blue
“Maybe I haven’t been making myself clear,” Alex said. “I let you go because I trust you to come back. Men like me don’t give away things they’re unsure of. But maybe you haven’t understood my confidence in you.”
“I…” Sasha started to speak, but Alex’s hand tightened behind her neck, and she stopped. He rubbed his five o’clock shadow against her throat, then continued.
“I can see now that I made a mistake,” he said. “You don’t need your freedom, do you? You need to know you’re wanted. You need to know you’re loved.”
Sasha felt her legs go weak. She leaned on Alex, and he held her weight. There were no windows in their front hall. She opened and closed her eyes to the same solid black.
“I’ll be clear from here on out. You’re mine. I own you. I tell you to spend time with your friends because it gives me pleasure to do so. Because I like you missing me, and I like it when you come home with new stories from your friends and your world to entertain me. I expect you to stay independent and entertaining to me. Do you understand?”
Sasha nodded.
“Because I have no interest in owning something weak and unchallenging, Sasha. I want you strong, and I want you to have your own interests.” Alex lowered his voice even more. “But you belong to me. Do you understand?”
Sasha nodded again.
“I’m not sure you do. Go into the living room. I’m going to show you.”
Alex released her, and she walked deeper into their apartment, less sure in her heels than she’d ever felt before, sensing his body just a few inches behind her with every step. She turned the corner, and their living room appeared before her, lit by the streetlamps shining through the windows. She hesitated at the doorway.
“The middle of the room will be fine.”
Sasha moved to the center of the room, and hesitated again.
“Face me.”
She did. Alex had his arms crossed, but his body language didn’t seem closed off. There was a trace of a smile dancing around his lips.
“It really is a lovely dress you’re wearing,” he said. “Take it off.”
Sasha blinked, then did as she was told. A pile of green silk quickly landed in a puddle around her feet.
“And matching underwear, too. Lovely.” Alex stepped forward and ran a hand along her side, like he was calming a skittish horse. “But I want you, not some fancy outfit. Take them off as well, if you please.”
The courtesy of his phrasing somehow made the words even less of a request, more of a command. She unhooked her bra and let it fall. She slid down her panties and stepped out of them, then nudged the clothing away from herself with one foot, so she wouldn’t trip on the fabric. Sasha looked down at her high heels and back up at Alex.
“Shoes, too?”
He chuckled. “Let’s not go nuts.”
Sasha stood in front of her husband, naked except for three-inch black leather heels. He was close enough to touch, close enough that she could grasp him with both arms and cling to him for reassurance, but she didn’t dare. She held still as he watched her, his eyes roaming over her body, finally meeting her eyes.
“Good girl,” he said.
She shivered.
“Oh,” Alex said. “I see. Let’s warm you up.” He knelt down in front of her, reached for her hip and kissed her.
Sasha had never really liked anyone, even Alex, going down on her. It made her self-conscious. Without thinking, she stepped back.
Alex stood up faster than she realized was possible, grabbed her upper arm and yanked her body back toward his own.
“See?” he said, pressing against her. “This is what I’m talking about. I’m not doing this for you. This is what I want.” He took her other arm in his hand as well and started walking forward, forcing her to walk back. Each time she took a misstep in her heels, his arms supported her. “You belong to me. All of you. I don’t care if this makes you nervous, I don’t care if you don’t understand how beautiful and delicious I find you.” Sasha took a final step backward and felt the fabric of their couch against the backs of her legs. “Now lie down, spread your legs and give it over.”
Sasha felt the heat and moisture building between her legs. She did as instructed.
“Better,” Alex said. He knelt again between her legs, lifting one up onto the back of the couch, knocking the other so her calf hung over the edge and her shoe rested on the floor. She felt his breath and then his tongue on her lips and clit, and she moaned.
“Behave yourself or I’ll tie you down,” he murmured, and went back to work, alternately licking, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh. She tried to stay quiet for him, but soon enough was moaning in a different way. Her self-consciousness was gone. He wasn’t doing it because he thought he had to. He wasn’t trying to impress her; he was trying to devour her. His tongue slid all the way inside her, then out again to investigate her folds. She had no obligations other than to be his toy, and this knowledge changed the entire experience for her. She felt the couch getting wetter and wetter beneath her and knew that it wasn’t his saliva that was the culprit. She moaned again and started thrusting her hips into his mouth. When her legs started to quiver, he stopped.
“Not yet,” he said. He stood and backed up a few steps. “Kneel.”
Sasha pulled herself off the couch and sank to the carpet in front of him. Her head was level with the bulge in his pants.
“Take it out.”
Sasha unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly and lowered his pants just enough to release his cock.
“Suck me,” he said. “No hands.”
Sasha gently closed her mouth over the head of his cock and began working up and down the shaft.
“Suck harder,” he said. “Not faster, just harder. That’s it. Let it almost come out of your mouth, then take as much as you can.”
Sasha tried to oblige, but after only a few strokes, she let him slide out of her mouth altogether. She reached up to put him back, and Alex caught her wrists.
“That’s too bad,” he said. He sounded amused. “I said no hands.” Sasha opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could get a word out. “I believe I also said that if you didn’t behave, I’d tie you down.”
Still holding her wrists in one hand, he stripped his belt out of the loops on his pants with the other. He bent down and placed the belt against her lips.
“Hold this.”
Sasha looked into her husband’s eyes. What she saw made her open her mouth, then close it obediently over the leather.
“Good girl,” he said again, and she knelt up straighter for him. He put her hands behind her back, then held out his free hand for the belt again. She bent her head down and dropped it into his palm. He leaned over her and tied her hands behind her back with the belt, sliding it through the buckle until it was tight on her wrists, then looping the excess leather through the center and closing her hands over her own restraint to hold it in place. The tail of the leather hung down along the crack of her ass and on her ankles before coming to rest on the floor.
“Very nice.” Alex tilted his head near hers and smiled gently. “Your nipples tightened up again. It’s so obvious that you like this, I can’t imagine why I didn’t do it before.” He straightened up, and his cock was in her face again. “Try again.”
Sasha did. She sucked with the strength and speed Alex demanded, and she bobbed her head to chase after his cock, regaining her suction as quickly as possible each time after he slid from her mouth. She felt the roof of her mouth pressing down tight on him, and reveled in the noises her throat made as it grasped and released him. Alex reached for the back of her neck, slid his hand up into her hair, then closed his fist on a huge handful of her mane. Sliding out was no longer a risk as he pumped her head up and down his shaft, steady, strong and fast, until he moaned himself and came, holding her tight and still with his cock deep in her mouth, shooting down her throat as she struggled to swallow and suck and breathe all at once. Slowly his grip
on her hair lessened, and she withdrew.
“That,” Alex said, “was perfect.” He tucked himself back into his clothing, refastened his pants, then hooked his hands under her arms and stood her up. Then he spun her around and released her wrists from his belt. “But we’re not done. I believe,” he continued, as she turned back to him, “that you were interrupted earlier.” He gave her a little push, and she landed on the couch with a bounce. “It’s your birthday, so I’m going to make it easy for you.” He pressed her shoulders down onto the cushions and spread her wide apart. Then he took her hand and placed it between her legs.
“Show me,” he said. He undid his tie and wrapped it over her eyes, plunging her into blackness again. “Let me know when you get close.”
She couldn’t remember ever being so wet before. Her finger circled her clit, and it barely qualified as friction. She began using her whole hand, and soon the feel of Alex’s fingers on her nipples and his breath on her thigh pushed her over the edge.
Sasha gasped. “Now,” she said. “Now.”
Alex bent to her clit and drew her into his mouth. His tongue was her world as she came.
The next day, Alex came home with another package wrapped in birthday-patterned foil. Sasha opened it and found a thin, soft, black leather collar with a small ring in the front. Her eyes widened.
“Where did you get this?”
“Never mind,” Alex said. “I got it, and that’s enough.” He took the collar out of her hands and showed her the metal loop built into the buckle. Then he pulled her into the bathroom and in front of the sink so she faced the mirror. He stood behind her, and she watched while he fastened the collar around her neck.
“The buckle can be locked,” he said, “but for now I’ll trust you to wear it when I tell you to. You’ll take Lucy to the opera this Saturday, not Jesse. And you’ll wear this all evening until you get home. You can put it on yourself, but I’m the only one allowed to take it off. And next time, you’re going to need to ask permission to come. Do you understand?”
Sasha nodded. She felt the heat growing between her legs again as she leaned back against her husband and raised one hand to stroke the leather and hook a finger into the collar’s ring. She smiled, wondering if Alex had already bought a leash to clip on to her collar, and wondering how exactly she was going to conceal the collar from—or explain it to—her friend Lucy.
REVEALING
Ruby Ryder
Placing another piece of steak in her mouth, Cindy made adorable yummy noises that make Jack laugh. Okay, so he could definitely cook. After three months of dating, he’d finally insisted she come to his house so he could cook dinner for her. She’d been resisting going to his place and wasn’t even sure why. He seemed eager to show off his skills in the kitchen, though, so she finally said yes. Why not check out his ability to cook and keep house? Jack’s skills in bed had already been tested during their encounters at her apartment. Cindy smiled a little thinking about that.
He was a sweet, handsome, intelligent guy…but Cindy wasn’t yet convinced they were a good match. She’d been looking for signs that Jack was…adventuresome…in bed. No luck yet. He was talented, knew what to do with his fingers, tongue and lovely cock…but so far had shown no signs of kink. She was still hoping.
Their relationship was new. Perhaps he didn’t feel comfortable revealing too much too soon. She laughed inwardly—she was doing the same thing, right? She didn’t want to reveal her predilection for rather unusual fetishes until she got some indication they might be well received. Wouldn’t it be funny if they were both doing the same thing? It would. But the risk lay in making the first move…revealing first. Who would be the one to take the chance? Then there was always the possibility there was nothing to reveal on his end. That was the chance she took dating a vanilla guy. But even the vanilla guys could rally when given the opportunity. Even vanilla guys dreamed of kinky sex.
She eyed the rib-eye steak, rice pilaf and oven-roasted asparagus on her plate. Every bite was well worth a yummy noise. She took a drink of the expensive champagne. Jack had impressed her. With the food, certainly, but he had a nice place, too. Not what she had expected, not the usual single guy living by himself type of feel. Clean, comfortable, with actual decorative touches here and there. She liked it here. She liked Jack. So she really hoped he would turn out to be at least a little kinky.
“Oh my god this is incredible! Where did you learn to cook like this?” she mumbled through her bite of steak.
“My mom.” He smiled. “I was always in the kitchen with her… probably because I like to eat so much.” They both laughed.
They’d met in an unlikely place. At the top of Nordhoff Peak. Cindy had been in the mood for a long hike and couldn’t find anyone to join her, so she decided to go by herself. What an interesting hike it turned out to be.
Sometimes she preferred solo hiking because of the mental space and freedom it offered. The seven-mile hike to the peak was strenuous but doable. Cindy was resting at the top, drinking in the view and enjoying the endorphin rush. She pulled out her lunch and had just started eating when up walked Jack…hiking alone as well. Apparently he had started a half an hour later than she had, even parked at the same trailhead. They ate lunch and then hiked back together, talking the whole way. After that, dating each other felt rather predestined.
Cindy considered what she knew about Jack so far: he owned a landscaping company with several employees. He was used to doing hard work. Medium in height and stocky in build, Jack had large hands that could be remarkably gentle and talented at lovemaking. Intense blue eyes contrasted with his tanned face in a way that captivated her. His blond hair was kept in a longish cut, just enough for her to run her fingers through. Jack loved to be in the mountains and could be found hiking the hills on his off days. They’d enjoyed a couple more hikes since they met. He could actually keep up with her! Many men couldn’t. All that was good. But he seemed so…normal. Not that normal was bad…just not what she preferred when it came to sex.
Cindy worked as a waitress in a very expensive gourmet restaurant. Her coworkers were often amazed that such a tiny woman could actually carry those large trays filled with plates of food, but Cindy was no slacker. She lifted weights and worked out at the gym regularly. Though small, she was quite strong. She could dress it up when necessary but was a tomboy at heart, a woman who would rather be out hiking than at a fancy dinner. Dark brown hair fell to her waist and was usually tied back in a braid. With soft brown eyes and a natural beauty that didn’t need makeup, she got her share of attention.
Her appearance was deceptive. She tended to attract men who were looking for a woman who was rather wholesome… nothing resembling the wanton wench that inhabited her small frame. She could throw a good fuck and was proud of it. She could make men whimper and tremble and swoon. Not all of them wanted to…she’d found. That was the tricky part. She had to find out what side of the fence Jack stood on.
So what was she waiting for? Time to ’fess up to the kink! Still, she hesitated. They finished dinner, the conversation interesting but unremarkable…what she really wanted to be talking about was sex. Kinky sex, specifically. She could feel it coming… the moment when she’d lay her cards out on the table and hope for the best.
She helped him clear the table and automatically opened the dishwasher to load it with the dinner dishes. She pulled out the top shelf and her eyes went straight to it.
Well Holy Fuck, Batman! Jackpot.
“Oh! We don’t have to do these dishes tonight…let’s just leave them.” His hand stopped the shelf from coming all the way out, pushing it back in with too much insistence and closing the dishwasher door. Jack pressed her against the kitchen counter, kissing her deeply. Jack could make her wet with his kisses, so she let him have his way for a while.
When they came up for air she murmured, “Too late, Jack…I saw it.” Watching his face carefully for reaction, she saw surprise, embarrassment and uncertainty.
/> “Really…well. Okay then.” He laughed nervously.
“Hey, babe—toys are cool. Totally.” Cindy turned around, opened up the dishwasher, slid out the top shelf and grabbed the large black dildo. “This is actually pretty impressive, Jack.”
Jack was blushing crimson, despite his tan skin. He looked uncomfortable, even after her obvious approval of the toy.
“But it’s not as big as mine…” She grinned at him.
“Yours…uhhhh…what?” Something wasn’t computing in his head. And then she watched it click in.
“Where’s the harness? I want to see it,” she said lightly.
“Harness? Ummm, actually…I don’t have one.”
Okay. Jack was sort of coming apart at the seams, Cindy could tell, poor guy. It was as if he didn’t want to admit what he used the dildo for, wasn’t sure if they were on the same page or not and was still scared to…reveal. But come on, what else would he be using a dildo for?
Cindy pulled him by his neck down to her lips and kissed him passionately.
“Jack…” She held the dildo up between them and ran her fingers down the length of it. “This is for…your ass…right?”
Jack looked down and just nodded, unable to get any words out. She lifted his eyes back to hers with a touch under his chin.
“I think that is so….fucking…hot.” There. He couldn’t mistake that.
“…Seriously?” Jack looked doubtful, but his cock was hard against her, entertaining no such doubts.
“Way seriously.” Cindy disengaged from his embrace and placed the dildo in his hands.
“Hang on to that…. I’ll be right back.” She walked out of the kitchen toward the front door.
