Take Me With You

by Sindra van Yssel

  “That feels good,” she said. “Keep doing that.”

  He withdrew his hand.

  She turned her face toward him and whimpered.

  “You,” he said with slow emphasis, “do not give the orders.”

  “No, Sir,” she agreed, chastened.

  “Who does?”

  “You do, Sir.”

  “Who obeys?”

  “I do, Sir.” She relaxed. He is getting into this. And his voice of confidence allowed for only one answer.

  “Good girl,” he said. “I won’t punish you. This time.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said, feeling conflicted. She wanted to be a good girl for him. She wanted to be a good submissive. But she couldn’t help but wonder what a punishment would feel like.

  He put his hand between her legs again, a finger resting on her clit. For a few moments that seemed an eternity, he didn’t move his hand.

  “Now, however, you have to show me what you want. Move. Grind against my hand.”

  Heat rose in her cheeks. She hesitated for a moment. She hadn’t anticipated that. But slowly she started moving, and as she did, his finger pressed against her. The friction felt good, and that made it easy to continue. She moved her hips, gyrating against his hand. I must look like an absolute slut. But right now that feels safe. Or maybe not safe but exciting. Or excitingly dangerous? Fuck, I don’t know, but it feels good.

  She wasn’t sure she could come like this, not without more stimulation—something inside her or a firmer touch. But she was getting close.

  “Good girl,” he said, withdrawing his hand again. “Now you get a reward.”

  Despite his words, she groaned. All he had to do was start moving his fingers, or plunge them inside her, and she would have all the reward she wanted. Instead, he pushed her legs farther apart.

  The next thing she felt startled her. It was soft, wet, warm, and right where she needed it most. His tongue on my clit. Ohh. So that’s what he meant by a reward. She hadn’t expected that from this angle. He cupped her breasts, and her nipples hardened against his palm.

  His tongue flicked her just right, rhythmically, building her pleasure. His thumbs brushed her nipples, making them tighten and sending wiggles of pleasure straight to her core. Her pussy clenched as she let go, waves of ecstasy flowing from her neck all the way down her legs and back again.

  She would never have thought coming from a man licking her pussy was a submissive act, but tied up and powerless as she was, she had no choice but to accept it. The bondage had turned what he was doing into something dominant, and all she had to do was take the pleasure in.

  He leaned back, and she caught her breath. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding it. Was he kneeling on the floor? Ropes aside, he’d made it all about her, twisting under her to lick her pussy. She started wondering about the way that power was flowing between them. She heard rustling but didn’t know what he was doing.

  “Now,” he said, his voice raw. “My turn.”

  His hard, latex-covered cock bumped against her ass, and then he grabbed the inside of her thigh and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. As lovely as the action of his tongue had been, she wanted something inside her, and she didn’t have to wait long. He grabbed her hips and pushed forward. His cock stretched her, and a second orgasm enveloped her.

  “This isn’t about you,” he said. He slid his hands up, cupping her breasts again, but this time his touch was rough. He squeezed enough that her tits hurt, and he rammed into her hard at the same moment. She let out a scream, but his cock felt so good, it was cut short. She pushed back against him, wanting more.

  It may be about you, but I’m still getting pleasure out of it. Still, she wanted his. She rocked back with him, willing him to squeeze harder, fuck harder, do whatever he needed to do to get off. Was he getting off on being so rough? If so, she could embrace the pain. And it seemed maybe he was. His cock was rock hard and huge.

  For a long moment, there were no words, only bodies; no thoughts, only feelings. Breasts, hands, cock, pussy, sliding, squeezing, pain, pleasure. Then he made a grunting noise, and another climax tore through her body, making her pussy contract around him. She screamed. He yelled. She felt him swell and pulse and knew she had made him come. Or that he had used her to do so. She wasn’t sure which it was and she didn’t care. As wonderful as his words could be, she needed the physical proof she had pleased him.

  His touch changed, from the rough mauling he’d been giving her breasts to a warm embrace. Breathing heavily, he nuzzled her neck. Together they panted, not saying anything. She turned her head, and his lips pressed against hers. She yielded to a kiss, tasting her own arousal on his tongue. She never wanted to taste herself, but somehow it was pleasurable, and she wasn’t sure if it was because it reminded her of what he’d done to her or because it was an act of submission itself to kiss him however and whenever he wanted. The entire room smelled like sex.

  “Are you okay?” he asked when they parted.

  “Mmm, yes, thank you. Way better than okay.”

  “Good.” He tugged at the sleep mask, and the effect of the light was momentarily blinding. “Oops,” he said. “I should have given you warning. I will next time.”

  He’s learning. But he’s picking it up fast. She blinked and nodded. “It’s okay. We’ll pretend you meant it.” She looked down, disappointed to see he had pulled up his pants and zipped them again.

  He chuckled. “I’ll get you out of the ropes and off your knees.”

  They were kind of sore, come to think of it. The couch was soft and padded, but she wasn’t used to putting pressure on her knees that long. Still, she could be patient while he untied the rope. Three coils of rope ended up in a tangled pile on the sofa. He sat down between them and her and pulled her into his arms.

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said softly. Even though she wanted him naked, she recognized that his being clothed created a power imbalance. That’s what I want. Him to get into it. And that means letting him do it his way. It seemed a shame, because he obviously worked out and he had a beautiful body. Better than mine. But he seems to like mine.

  She squirmed on his lap, aware of how wet she still was. He held her steady with one hand firmly around her waist while he explored her body with the other. She arched as he kissed her neck and breasts, and when he sucked one nipple in, she felt as if her breath was sucked away with it. “Sir!” she exclaimed.

  He grinned at her. “Yes, I am. And I think I’m beginning to like that.”

  Take your clothes off, Sir. But no, she couldn’t give him an order. Please take your clothes off? She tried to resist saying anything, but the thought kept coming back, however well he distracted her with kisses and caresses.

  “What do I need to do to get you to take your clothes off?” she blurted at last.

  He arched his eyebrows and waited.

  It took her a while to figure out what he wanted, while she got more and more annoyed and felt awkward. “Sir?”

  “Exactly,” he said.

  He’s catching on to this almost too fast. In spite of that, she smiled.

  “Ask again,” he told her.

  “Um, I withdraw it. I shouldn’t have said anything. I was topping from below.”

  “You are now. I told you to ask again—unless that’s something you’d like to safeword.”

  Oh. “What do I need to do to get you to take your clothes off, Sir?” He must like the “what do I need to do” part. What will he make me do?

  “Well, you’ll need to get off my lap. And after that, all you have to do is…” He paused.

  She slid off his lap onto the couch and waited.

  He stood. “Is undress me.”

  She grinned. Reaching up to his shirt, she undid the buttons of his sleeves and then enjoyed exposing his chest. She had to stand up to get it off him the rest of the way, and she threw it across the room.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t like the shirt?”


  “Don’t want it to be easy for you to put back on. Sir.”

  She sat back down and put her hand on his belt.

  “Hold on,” he said.

  She waited.

  He kicked off his shoes and lifted first one foot and then the other to pull off his socks. “You may continue.”

  She giggled. “Very gracious of you.”

  To her surprise, he reached out and grabbed her hair. “Continue,” he ordered.

  Mmm. He is getting into this. She forced herself to take her time. Unfastening the belt, she eased it out of its loops. This could be used on me. She doubted Craig would, however. If he was hesitant about floggers and spankings, he wouldn’t hit her with a belt. But she wondered what it would feel like. Torn between curiosity and fear, she put it on the pile with the rope. She didn’t think it would look right to throw it across the room anyway.

  She unfastened his pants and pulled down the zipper. His cock was hard again, and she slipped her hand inside and rubbed it through the snug cotton of his underwear. She looked up at him with a grin as she felt his cock get still harder. Then she inserted her hand under the waistband and seized its length. It was so warm, so hard. She pushed the underwear down with her other hand and pulled his cock out into the open. It was even bigger to see than it had felt.

  Maybe it’s not perfectly safe, but it’s safe enough. She leaned forward and licked from his glans, down his shaft, and back up again.

  “You don’t have to do that, Alicia.”

  She looked up at him. “But may I?”

  “You may.”

  She took him into her mouth, closing her lips around the head. His scent was strong, masculine, and intoxicating. She leaned forward until he was tickling the back of her mouth, and then pulled back, pressing her tongue against his underside. The faint tastes of cum and latex were still with him from before, but in spite of that, she savored the sensation of him on her tongue.

  She wanted him and wanted his pleasure. But memories of previous boyfriends came unbidden to her mind—one, mad at her for not being able to swallow; another reduced to pudding by the fact that she would go down on him at all. She didn’t want either result, and for a moment, she hesitated.

  He noticed immediately. “What’s wrong, Alicia?” He tousled her hair. “I told you that you didn’t have to.”

  She let him slide wetly out of her mouth in order to answer. “I just worry that I’m not very good at it. I don’t have a lot of experience.”

  He shook his head, bemused. “What you were doing was wonderful.”

  She wasn’t sure.

  “Do it again, just like that,” he told her, his voice suddenly commanding.

  He really did like it. Still on the couch, she knelt in front of him and licked the shaft before taking his cock in once more. This time she was able to go farther. She bobbed on his cock, wanting his pleasure and fearing it at the same time. Will it be too much? Will I suddenly recoil?

  She could feel his heartbeat pulsing in the big vein that ran down the shaft. She couldn’t get him all in, so she wrapped her hand around the base as well as she could and pumped him with it. She cradled his ball sac in her other hand, exploring the mix of sensation of smooth skin and wiry hair. She lost track of time as she focused on his cock.

  “I’m going to come, Alicia. If you don’t want to…” he said. He combed his hand through her hair, neither pulling nor pushing. She felt him swell inside her mouth.

  Instinctively, she pulled back. She didn’t know whether she wanted that freedom or if she would have rather he pushed her down and gave her no choice, but she couldn’t do it on her own. She jerked her hand on his cock, and he came, spurting on her neck and breasts, until white liquid dribbled down them. Looking up, she expected to see disappointment.

  “Ah yeah, that was good,” he said and looked down at her. He grinned. “You’re coated in me.”

  She followed his gaze. “So I am, Sir.” She pushed her chest forward and rubbed his cock between her breasts. She wasn’t sure whether she was cleaning off the bit that was still leaking from the head or making his cock messy with what was already on her breasts. A little of both, she supposed. “You’re not disappointed I didn’t swallow?”

  He shook his head. “We didn’t negotiate that, did we? Or even what we meant by safe sex, exactly. And besides, that felt wonderful.” He chuckled. “Looks nice on you too.”

  She leaned back and lifted her breasts to help him get a better view. “Thank you, Sir,” she said.

  “Thank you, Alicia.”

  They stared at each other. Just when Alicia thought the moment might be becoming awkward, he picked her up off the couch and carried her to her room. He laid her on the bed, then climbed onto it to lie alongside her. She reached down and rubbed his cum into her chest, and then put her head on his. She snuggled up, content. It had been a long day, and in minutes she was asleep.

  Chapter Six

  Craig hadn’t been intending to stay the night. He’d only wanted to provide aftercare and snuggling. But with Alicia fast asleep, there wasn’t much for him to do but close his eyes. When he opened them again, it was hours later. She felt so right there, with her gentle breathing and smooth cheek against his chest, and her soft breasts yielding to his side.

  But he was expected at work, showered and shaved and in unrumpled clothes, and he hadn’t brought a change with him. He’d have to drive home, get changed, and drive into work. With Alicia living in Alexandria, his town house in Dupont Circle, and work in Bethesda, it would take him a couple of hours to get in. If he was late, it wasn’t the end of the world, but he was the kind of man who liked to meet all his obligations. Alicia didn’t have a clock in her room, he didn’t have a watch on, and his cell phone was in the other room, so he had no way to tell what time it was.

  He tried to wiggle out from under her, but her eyes fluttered open immediately. “Bathroom is down the hall,” she murmured, sounding groggy.

  “No, it’s not that. I have to go to work.”

  “Ugh.”

  “Sorry.”

  She sat up. “You should get a job like mine. They don’t care when I show up as long as I put in my time and get my stuff done.”

  “Lucky you. I’m in charge. I need to set the tone, and we need people in the office when the clients expect them.” God, her naked body is distracting.

  She saluted. “Aye-aye, Sir.” Then she looked chagrined. “I know you’re right. I’m just lucky. In lots of ways. Still—are you sure I can’t tempt you?” She caressed his thigh, looking at him.

  “I’m sure you shouldn’t,” he said with regret. “But let me check the time.” He pulled away from her, knowing that if she touched his cock, he’d find it much harder to leave. Without letting himself look back, he returned to the living room to fish his phone out of his pocket. By the time he got there, he was hard again, thinking about all the things she could do to distract him. He wanted to fuck her again. He wanted to feel her mouth around his cock. And while he’d always regarded swallowing or not swallowing as entirely a woman’s choice, as was whether to engage in oral sex at all, the idea of making her was starting to seem attractive. Alicia, you’ve created a monster.

  He looked at the time. It was nearly eight. A late monster. Hurriedly, he put his clothes back on. Dressed, he returned to the bedroom and found that Alicia had crawled under the covers.

  At least she’s not naked. That will help. His hard-on was contained but had not subsided.

  “Well? Do you have time?” she asked.

  He shook his head.

  She sat up, letting the covers slip from her breasts. Unless he missed his guess, it was quite deliberate. “Are you sure, Sir?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Because I’m horny.” She ran her hand down her breasts and down her stomach until it disappeared under the sheets. “I suppose I could take care of myself.”

  Crap. If I hadn’t gotten dressed, I would find this irresistible. “I suppo
se you will,” he forced himself to say. He leaned over and kissed her. “Thank you for last night, Alicia. I’d like to see you again soon.”

  She returned his kiss until he straightened. “Maybe.” She pouted.

  Grr. He couldn’t tell if she was just being manipulative or if she really was hesitant. Yet he was confident she’d had a good time last night, and if she was trying to twist him around her finger, he had no intention of going along. Not as a man. But especially not if she truly wanted a Dom.

  “Enjoy yourself,” he said, letting his gaze roam her body one more time. “I’ll be thinking of you.”

  He got to the door before she spoke. “Are you sure, Sir?”

  He turned his head. “Enjoy yourself, and that’s an order,” he said. He grinned at her with more confidence than he felt and headed out.

  To say that he would be thinking of her turned out to be an understatement. He focused on driving well enough, and with a run to the train and from the Bethesda station, he managed to get to work only a little late, at least in body. But his mind was elsewhere.

  He’d always taken charge with women, in and out of bed, but he’d never gone into a date with a preconceived notion of what he wanted to do or what sexual activity he wanted to engage in. He liked pleasing a woman—he’d found few who objected to that—and he read signals and figured out what direction to take things in. In a way, the relationship with Alicia was no different; it was only that she’d given him very strong signals and wanted some kink. Fine. But there was a change. Now, he could plan and have an expectation that she would follow. He might encounter a limit and have to change that plan, but still. His mind raced with ideas.

  Maybe I should have told her she couldn’t play with herself. How would that have gone? He found the idea of her masturbating arousing, but the idea of saying no was pretty hot too. He’d never sought to control anyone. But when someone wanted to be controlled—well, that was different, wasn’t it?