“Mmmmm,” he moaned as she ran her tongue along the underside of his balls. She nipped at the inside of his thigh and used her hand to stroke the length of his dick. This was the most exquisite torture he could ever devise for himself. Shock waves of pleasure burst throughout his body with each little suck, pleasure and pain, both so strong in their intensity. Finally the tingles abated and Tyler felt his dick return to fully hard. He grabbed Krista’s head and thrust into her throat a few times, then pulled out of her mouth.
“That’s enough, pet,” he said, grabbing her elbow and pulling her to her feet. “Stay,” he said and walked over to his discarded pants, pulling a second condom from the pocket. With a practiced motion, he bit the corner off, pulled the plastic from the wrapper and unrolled it around his cock. He walked back to where Krista stood, leaning against the table and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he sheathed himself deep inside her pussy.
Tyler backed her into the kitchen wall, using it for support and began to drive into her as he kissed her on the mouth. He felt her try to wrap her arms around his head and grabbed her hands, holding them over her head with one hand. He squeezed her nipple, hard, with his other hand, and swallowed her scream, still kissing her as his dick battered her pussy.
Tyler wanted to hear her cry again and unwound her legs from around his hips. Pulling his dick from her, he set her down and turned her around to face the wall. “Spread,” he said, as squatted. With a hard smack from one hand on her ass cheek, he pushed two fingers in her pussy and a third inside her ass. He pushed his fingers in and out of her, smacking her ass with each thrust. Tyler blistered her bottom with one hand, grinding his knuckles into her holes with the other. Her pussy was clenching around his fingers and he knew she was winding up for an incredible orgasm. He pulled his finger from her ass and leaned forward giving it a small lick.
Krista moaned as she felt his tongue against her anal entrance. There was no other feeling in the world quite like this one, she decided. Just as suddenly as it started, it stopped and she felt him bite her ass cheek, hard as he continued pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy. Krista cried out in pain. Tyler let go of her with his teeth and went back to licking her asshole. Back and forth, biting, licking, biting, licking until Krista was certain that the only things she needed in this world were his tongue and teeth. He pulled away and began the same assault on the other cheek, back and forth, teeth and tongue. By the time he was finished, ever single inch of her ass showed teeth marks and her puckered sphincter was quivering uncontrollably.
He stood suddenly, pulled her cheeks apart and drove his cock deep into her ass, plunging in and out, harder and harder as Krista cried out in shock. She concentrated on the way it felt, the sensation of his dick stretching her open then retreating, over and over again. At the height of his stroke, she felt so full, like she would burst, then as he drew out of her, an engulfing emptiness. The feelings rocked through her as he pumped against her ass.
Krista felt another orgasm building. “Please Master,” she begged. “Let me come again.”
Tyler plundered her hole without remorse. He had waited as long as he could drawing out her pleasure, but he had no restraint left. “Come if you can, Krista, but I’m too close. I can’t wait for you.”
The pressure rose higher. “Just a minute more Master, please.”
“No, Krista,” he said, pulling her hair again and reaching around with his other to stroke her clit. “Come NOW!”
Thrusting madly, Tyler emptied his cock for the second time that evening as Krista’s orgasm convulsed around him, spurring him on to new heights of pleasure. He loved the way her body clenched him rhythmically, loved that she had pushed herself to comply with his command.
Chapter 10
Krista and Tyler took a shower and sat at the kitchen table, eating the leftover spaghetti and drinking wine as they talked.
“It feels weird to be asking you this, but what’s your name?” She figured she should start with the basics and work from there. “I mean, your whole name.”
Tyler finished chewing the food in his mouth and swallowed before answering her. “I guess you are probably feeling a bit in the dark,” he said. “My name is Tyler Hale. I’m thirty two years old, born on October twenty ninth, a Scorpio, not that I’m big into astrology, but it’s one of those things. What about you?” he asked, twirling another bite of the spaghetti.
“I’m Krista. Krista Hamilton,” she said, glad to finally know something about him. “I’m twenty eight years old, born on July 3, a Cancer.” Krista swallowed, audibly, nervous now that there was no sex to hide behind. She’d never exactly been popular, always shy and a bit introverted. “So, what do you do?”
“You,” Tyler said coyly. Krista rolled her eyes and opened her mouth as if to argue. “Just kidding,” he said, raising his hands, palms out to ward off the daggers from her eyes. “I own Chained. Plus a few other clubs of similar design around the country.”
“So you’re pretty big into this whole BDSM scene, then?” she asked.
“Yeah, kind of,” Tyler said. “I mean it’s been a while since I’ve had a sub of my own, but you could say that.”
“What else do you like to do?” Krista asked.
“I like to read,” Tyler said, “and I like sports of course. I also like hiking and watching game shows on TV.”
“Seriously?” Krista asked. “What’s your favorite game show?”
“Jeopardy,” Tyler said without batting an eye.
“Oh my gosh,” Krista said. “I used to watch that every day when I was a kid because my mom had a crush on Alex Trebek. At first I hated it and thought it was dumb, but then I released my inner nerd and got into it. I even joined the Scholarbowl team at my school.”
“Wow,” Tyler said, trying to fit Krista into the image of a nerdy school girl. The two just didn’t work. “I just can’t picture you as a nerd. Quiet maybe, but not nerdy. Besides, you’re too sexy to be a nerd.”
“Thanks,” Krista said, laughing. “But I wasn’t always. In fact, you would die if you saw my school pictures from the 4 to 9 grades.”
“I find that hard to believe,” he said, sipping his wine and pushing the empty plate away.
Krista stood and walked over to one of the bookshelves against the hallway pulling a book from the very top. She rubbed a thin layer of dust off, opened it about half-way through and walked back to the table. Setting the book in front of Tyler, she pointed at one picture in particular.
Tyler burst out laughing, bending down for a closer look. “I take it back,” he said. “You definitely were a nerd.”
Krista looked down at the picture, remembering how proud she had been of the way she’d styled it that day. She had hairsprayed her bangs straight up, nearly three inches before letting them fall down in front of one eye. At the time, she’d had no idea that it looked like a rooster’s comb or some crazy kind of hair experiment gone awry. She also was wearing bright red lipstick that clashed horridly with the weird orange shirt she was wearing. More importantly, her teeth were about three sizes too big for her mouth.
Determined to get it all out of the way since she’d already started down the path of self depreciation, she flipped the page and pointed at another horrible picture, and said, “Fifth grade.” She flipped a few more pages, pointing to another picture. “Oh and there I am at the Regional Scholarbowl Championships with my 6 grade team. I won top scholar that night for answering the most questions correctly They gave me a free ice cream cone when we went to dinner on the way back.”
Flipping through the book, she laughed as she explained the circumstances behind each photograph. Tyler thought it unusual for a woman to be so relaxed about not looking their best. He’d never met a woman who would willingly have shown him the pictures he’d seen tonight. Yet Krista had laughed at herself easily, obviously comfortable with who she was and who she had been. It was if she was proud of the things about her childhood that separated her from the “in” clique.
Krista looked at her 11 grade picture and attributed a large part of the difference to the fact that she’d figured out how to properly apply make-up. Always before she’d ended up looking like a clown, taking advice from her mother such as “there’s no such thing as too much blue eye shadow” and “you have the perfect skin tone; it goes with every color”. She loved her mom, but neither fashion nor make-up were at the top of her mom’s strengths.
“No offense,” Tyler said, scooting away from the table “But you’re like a real-life version of the ugly duckling story.”
Tyler pulled Krista up as he rose and pulled her towards the couch. As he sat, he pulled her down on his lap.
“That’s me, Tyler,” Krista said, “a beautiful swan.” She suddenly realized that she had never called him by his name before. It had always been Master or Sir. She wondered if he would be okay with it. Truthfully, it was a little hard to remember to always say Master.
Krista thought about the easy conversation they’d shared. It would have become strained if she was forced to maintain a submissive persona and she was glad she had forgotten. With this understanding came the realization that she was not one hundred percent submissive and that she didn’t want to be. In the bedroom was fine, but she was too strong to let this take over her entire personality.
“Tyler,” she said his name again, taking a deep breath. “I think we should talk.”
Tyler lifted his hand and pressed his finger against her lips. “Shhhh,” he said, knowingly. “I know what you are thinking and its okay. I like being in charge in the bedroom, but I don’t want to be responsible for someone’s whole life. I’m really looking for someone who matches me, submissive to my dominant side, sure, but with the strength to be their own person. Any doormat can be submissive. That’s not what I’m looking for.”
“Really?” she asked. “I mean…” Krista blanked. She hadn’t expected him to say that or for her to feel so glad to hear him say it. “I just thought…” She gave up and took a second to gather her thoughts.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she started. “I guess I figured that you would want to be in charge of everything. That that was how you got your kicks.”
“A good Dom doesn’t need to be in charge of everything Krista,” Tyler said, looking into her eyes openly and honestly. “A good Dom doesn’t need to abuse, or humiliate their subs either, although that’s what some subs really want. A good Dom cares for his sub, taking both of them to heights of pleasure that usually are not explored openly. A good Dom reads his sub, pushing her past her limits, bending but not breaking. Most importantly, a good Dom has a healthy self-esteem and does not need to truly damage his sub either emotionally or physically to increase his own self worth.”
“So how does that tie into all the whips and chains?” Krista asked curiously. She had to admit, she was impressed by what he said and how he felt.
“Did any of the things we did truly hurt you?” Tyler asked.
Krista thought about everything for a moment and then shook her head.
“No not really,” Krista said.
“What did you feel?” Tyler questioned. “Think about it for a second and tell me what you really felt.”
Krista went over everything she had experienced in her head.
“Some of the things hurt, at least momentarily,” Krista said. “But the pain amplified the pleasure. Sort of like the reason for evil is to show how good, good really is. That’s a bad analogy. Nothing about what we did was evil. I should have said that it’s like the saying that the bad things that happen in our lives help us to appreciate the good things. No, that’s not a good analogy either.”
Krista opened her mouth, trying to explain what she meant without sounding like she was comparing it to something bad. It hadn’t been bad. What they’d shared had been amazing, wonderful. She didn’t want Tyler thinking that she thought it was evil or any such equivalent. Unfortunately, she was rambling now and she had to get it under control.
“I know what you mean,” Tyler interjected, grinning. “Stop trying so hard. I’m not going to take offense and just so you know, it’s adorable when you ramble.”
Krista sighed, rolling her eyes.
“It’s just that all of this is so far beyond what I’m used to. I have no frame of reference.”
“That’s understandable,” Tyler said as he nuzzled under her ear. “It’s a big adjustment. You have to understand that Americans in general are sexually repressed. Everything we have been taught from the time we were children strengthens this repression and most people are too terrified of being ostracized to seek out what they really want.
“As a result, they push those feelings down and bury them behind carefully constructed walls of propriety. Any urges that are out of the ordinary or do not fit in with society’s norm are relegated to fantasy, where we think about them while masturbating, or during boring, routine sexual experiences. What’s really sad is how different the world would be, how much happier humanity as a whole if we could all just admit what we really want, if we could go out and fulfill our needs with a person or people that want the same things without shame or consternation. I really believe it would change the world. That’s why I opened my club.”
Krista listened to Tyler’s impassioned monologue. Clearly, he really believed it. Not just as some sort of perverted bedroom play, but as a root to a deeper sense of happiness. Krista examined her feelings and the things she had felt since all of this started and had to agree that she had never felt so happy before. Sure great sex had that effect on most people, but this was the first time in her life that she had ever felt free to be herself. To say what she thought, how she felt and what she wanted. It was strange that giving up control could bring such a feeling of freedom.
Krista relaxed and put her head on Tyler’s shoulder. Her thoughts spun randomly as exhaustion claimed her. Eyelids drooping, she snuggled into Tyler’s shoulder, secure in herself and safe.
Chapter 11
Krista blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the morning light filtering through the curtains in her bedroom as her stomach rumbled. The smell of bacon and coffee teased her as she stood and slipped into a black satin robe. When she made her way to the kitchen, she was thankful she’d gone to the grocery store last night on her way home from work or they’d be forced to eat pop tarts for breakfast.
Walking slowly across the cold kitchen floor, Krista relished the delightful smells wafting from the stove. Even better was the gorgeous man, preparing the food in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. Muscles rippled across Tyler’s back and shoulders as he flipped an omelet in the skillet. Krista almost thought she should pinch herself and make sure she wasn’t dreaming.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned softly, sliding her arms around his waist and kissing him on one shoulder. “It smells delicious in here.”
Tyler put the skillet back on the stove and turned in Krista’s arms to kiss her on the mouth. “You have perfect timing,” he said as he pulled his mouth away from hers. “Everything is almost ready. Now go brush your teeth. Your breath is awful.” Tyler pushed Krista gently away from him and swatted her on the ass.
“So you like coffee?” Tyler asked, grinning as Krista moaned after taking a sip of coffee. They’d just sat down to eat and her only focus seemed to be the creamy liquid in her cup. Plus she had three different kinds of gourmet coffee and a top of line espresso/cappuccino maker. When he’d found all of that, he’d figured she had a thing for coffee. But after watching the ecstasy on her face when she took her first sip, he realized that he might have underestimated the magnitude of the affair.
“Oh yeah,” Krista said. “Me and coffee go way back. I found early on that
my feelings about it were deeply intense and unwavering. It’s the only relationship in my life that has lasted more than a few months. Of course it’s the only relationship I’ve ever had that never disappoints me and always gives me exactly what I need.”
“What did you need, Krista?” Tyler asked, lust filling his eyes. “What kept you from being happy?”
Krista looked up at Tyler and swallowed, slowly. The conversation was getting serious. Did he know what she had only recently figured out? Could he possibly know that she had subconsciously been looking for someone strong enough to dominate her without even knowing it?
“Was it this?” Tyler asked as he stood and pulled Krista to her feet before dipping his head to hers. He licked Krista’s lower lip, then closed his teeth around it, not hard enough to break the skin, but almost. A moan escaped from her mouth and Tyler switched tactics, sucking soothingly.
“Yes, Master,” Krista whispered against Tyler’s mouth, unable to deny it any longer. It was the dominance she needed with a little pain thrown in. She had found it with Damien and she’d found it with Tyler, both of whom had pleased her beyond anything she’d thought possible.
Tyler’s lips left Krista’s mouth, traveling down her jaw, teeth grazing here and there, biting, sucking. He pulled roughly on the tie to her robe, freeing her body. Fingernails trailed down the side of her neck, scratching slowly down her chest. A sharp pinch of her nipple tore a cry from her throat.
Tyler pulled away and spun Krista around, bending her towards the table and yanking the robe from her shoulders to throw it across the room. A hard swat on her ass forced her teeth to clench together as she grabbed the edge of the table.
“And this?” Tyler asked.
“Yes, Master,” Krista said, louder this time as sharp swats began to rain on her bottom. Despite the pain, her pussy was wet and throbbing.
Tyler tormented her bottom. Always before, he’d mixed pleasure with the pain. This time it was just the spanking with no pleasure to offset it. It didn’t stop Krista from becoming more and more aroused. She could feel the pressure building, even as tears leaked from her eyelids.
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