by Lexie Syrah
“If you’d like to know something about me, all you have to do is ask. My life is an open book, though some of the answers may be things that you’d rather not know.” It was almost as though he was daring me to ask a question.
“Why’d your wife leave you, Mr. Sheffield?” I knew that it was a question with an answer that I didn’t want to hear, but after last night, I had to know.
“That’s a long story that I might tell you eventually, but the short of it is that we both wanted different things in the bedroom.”
“That was very vague, Mr. Sheffield. You’ve spanked me, I’ve seen your collection of spanking tools, and you fucked me like an animal last night. Can you please give me a little more clarity?” It was strange how intimidated I was right then. I wasn’t scared of him being upset, but I had a very hard time telling him to do something.
“Yes Maggie, I can go into more detail. You won’t like it, though. My ex-wife and I had a completely open relationship. That means that we had sex with other people whenever we wanted. Most people aren’t as open as we were, but both she and I knew that neither of us could stay monogamous.”
“We didn’t enjoy the same types of sex. She wanted as many cocks in her as possible, and I only want a single woman to service me, to submit to me, and to worship me, and I still have those desires. I want that woman to be completely exclusive to me unless she’s commanded to do things with other people.”
“I didn’t need the open relationship as much as she did, but I’d have been unsatisfied without someone who was willing to be in that “slave” role for me. I’d known that about her from the very beginning, and I didn’t have a problem with it. Our sexuality was what had brought us together, and I was never under the impression that she’d change. She felt the same way about my desires.”
My interest was piqued when he mentioned his desires. I couldn’t be sure, but I felt like I fit those roles perfectly. I was sure that I could service him and submit to him. And I didn’t want anyone else.
“My wife and I had a basic difference in needs, and we decided to stay together because we cared about each other. We just weren’t compatible sexually. I invited a younger woman to live with us and be my slave, but my ex-wife got very frustrated at me invading the house with someone I was fucking even though she had gangbangs in our living room from time to time.”
“Eventually, we just decided that we’d be better off separated. We still occasionally talk, but for the most part, we’ve just gone our own ways. Is that enough clarification for you, Maggie?”
I had to take a moment to let it all sink in. Mr. Sheffield wasn’t just a man that had deviant desires. He’d had a sex slave live with him and his wife. I didn’t know how I felt about that. I didn’t think that I’d enjoy living with Mr. Sheffield and his wife.
I was glad that Mr. Sheffield wasn’t a mind reader right then because I was sending out very angry thoughts about another woman serving him like I had been. I knew that it wasn’t right for me to be angry, but I didn’t care. I could accept Mr. Sheffield having sex with someone else. That’s why I had said that I didn’t expect a romantic relationship, but I didn’t think I could handle another woman taking my place.
“Yes, that was plenty of clarity, Mr. Sheffield. I had no idea that you’d had another girl living with you and your wife. It seems like most wives would have a problem with that, so I understand why she would be upset. Then again, I couldn’t imagine watching your wife get gangbanged. That seems like it would be very painful too. Maybe I’m just not experienced enough to understand your relationship with your ex-wife.”
Mr. Sheffield grinned at me, and I realized just how relaxed he was tonight. He almost seemed like he had a childish glee to him.
“Most people don’t understand it, and in the end, everyone would have been right. We weren’t a good match even if we enjoyed everything else about our relationship.”
“But it’s my turn to ask a question now, isn’t it?” His crooked grin made me think that he had been waiting to play this question game that all new lovers play.
“Yes, sir. It’s your turn. I’ll be 100% truthful. Promise.” His glee was rubbing off on me, and I was beginning to get giddy as well.
“Would you ever consider having sex with other people, both men and women, if I wanted you to?” I hadn’t thought that he’d ask a question like that. I’d said that I’d do whatever he wanted, but I’d expected that we would keep it between the two of us.
“I don’t know. I’d probably try, but I don’t think I’d enjoy it very much. I like you, and I like sex with you a lot, but I don’t know if I’d enjoy having sex with random people. It’d make me feel like a cheap whore. I’d try if you really wanted me to, though.”
Mr. Sheffield mulled my answer over in his head for a few moments and replied, “I understand, Maggie. Most people aren’t like me. I wouldn’t want you to do anything that you didn’t want to do, but I enjoy watching a woman with another man or another woman. I wanted to see how you felt about it before either of us were put into a situation where it became an issue.”
I nodded and didn’t have a reply for him, so we both ended up staring off into space. Both of us were focused on how that single question and situation would affect the bizarre relationship that we’d built in three days.
Chapter 6
I went back to my steak and tried to get it all down, but for the first time, I didn’t finish my food. Mr. Sheffield looked at me for a second before going back to his food. I wondered why he had given me that look, but with the tension that hung in the air, I didn’t have the confidence to ask him directly.
When he’d finished his food, I picked up both of our plates and scraped them into the trash before rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher. As I was standing in front of the sink, I felt Mr. Sheffield’s hands wrap around my waist. Even with the tension between us, chills ran through me when I felt his touch.
His fingers held my waist tightly, and he turned me around. His face only inches from mine as he pulled my skirt to the ground, leaving my pussy exposed to him. Two of his fingers found my entrance and forcibly entered it. I was completely dry, but Mr. Sheffield didn’t seem to mind. I cringed as he continued to add pressure and twist his fingers, forcing himself further inside of me, but I didn’t pull away. This was who he was, and this was what he enjoyed.
He pulled his fingers out of me, put them to my lips, and said, “Get them wet.” My scent filled the air, and I breathed deeply of it, knowing how it would affect me. The images of our experiences together flooded my mind. Laying over his knees and getting my first spanking while his hard cock pressed into my stomach. The feeling of his weight on top of me as he stretched my pussy wide. I could see and feel the memories in HD all over again, and my body began to warm to his touch.
I opened my mouth to take his fingers. I’d never tasted myself before, and I was surprised at how little it tasted like it smelled. A slight acidic taste washed over my tongue as it wrapped around Mr. Sheffield’s fingers. I sucked and ran my tongue over his fingers, cleaning them of all scent and taste. Every crease and callous of his fingers were imprinted into my mind in that instant. I’d never forget them, and my eyes closed as I pictured them in my mouth. My legs felt weak, and I bent slightly so that I could support myself against the counter.
Mr. Sheffield’s fingers left my lips, he spun me around to face the counter again. I heard the sound of a zipper being undone. His hard cock ran across the crack of my ass, desperately seeking a warm and wet place to fill. My breathing picked up as his hand moved to the back of my bra and unclasped it. The snap of its release sent shivers down my spine.
His hands and body moved purposefully across my body, and I could feel the raw masculinity leaving his body. He’d done this many times before, and though I hated all of the other women he’d done it to, I worshipped him for being able to have all of those other women yet choosing me.
I had a hard time letting him manipulate my body as
he ripped my shirt and then my bra off of me. His nails raked across my naked back, and I desperately wanted to turn around and take his lips in mine. I wanted to grip the hard cock that would soon be filling one of my holes. I wanted to see his eyes close and his body quiver as I sent electricity shooting through him with my own touch. But the control was in his hands, and he pressed my chest down on the cold countertop and my nipples hardened. He spread my legs wide and ran his fingers over my bare pussy. His fingers would be damp from the wetness that was filling me.
I heard a soft sucking sound and turned to look at Mr. Sheffield. His finger was coming out of his mouth as he finished sucking my juices off of it. “You taste magnificent, Maggie. Tonight, you’ll get your reward for being such a good girl today.”
His fingers found me again, but this time, when they entered me, I was ready and waiting for them. My pussy swallowed them up, and the pain that they had left in their wake before was replaced by bliss. Every place that they touched inside of me sent me closer to the edge of orgasm.
His other hand danced lightly along my waist and up to my breast. He had been as soft as silk until now, but now he showed me his strength as he gripped my breast tightly and slipped my nipple between his fingers. When he began to squeeze, his fingers pinched my nipple, sending shooting pains through my breast. Where most people would have cried out and tried to move away from the pain, I embraced it and let it give me wings.
It didn’t take long for his rough finger-fucking to send me over the edge into an orgasm. I screamed in ecstasy, but he didn’t stop or give me any chance to breathe before turning me around and picking my small frame up. He had taken his pants off at some point, and he positioned my body over his cock. It slipped into my begging pussy, and he breathed a sigh of pleasure as he felt me cover him in my tight embrace.
He carried me towards his bedroom, the buttons of his dress shirt leaving imprints in the pale skin of my stomach as he held me tight to him. Every step made his cock shift inside of me, and I was constantly dancing from one sensation to the next. My lips quickly found his neck, and I softly nipped and kissed him, trying to show him that I needed to feel his skin against my lips.
I moved my lips to his ear and whispered, “Please Mr. Sheffield, fuck me. I need to be used.” My desire was a flowing stream through my words, and I could feel his heart beat faster, but he replied, “Not yet, little one. I said that you’d be rewarded tonight, and a hard fucking isn’t nearly enough of a reward for such a good little girl.”
I was an impatient girl, but his words seemed to calm me even if a part of me was infuriated with having to wait. I felt Mr. Sheffield rip the comforter off of his bed before he laid me down in the center. He walked to each of the corners of the bed and pulled a long chain with a cuff on the end. I watched Mr. Sheffield attach the black leather cuffs to my limbs, leaving me in a spread-eagle position. I’d played with cheap cuffs before, but these were elegant and soft, nothing like what was sold at typical porn shops. A fawn in midstride was etched into the leather.
Mr. Sheffield laid down on top of my restrained body, and though a part of me was afraid of being so vulnerable to him, his weight reassured me. His cock pressed against my lips, but he didn’t try to enter me again. Instead, he began to cover my body in soft kisses starting at my lips. His tongue danced with mine for just an instant before he moved to my neck. His fingers contrasted with his lips as they were rough against my soft skin as they grasped, mauled, and scratched where ever they touched me.
Kisses fell to my neck and down to my breasts, making me moan and beg for more than just kisses. I arched my back when his hand found my ass and squeezed hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises. Passion was driving his hands while his control and the alpha male in him directed his lips.
His body radiated controlled and focused desire. Most people talk about passionate men as though they were animals, but Mr. Sheffield was nothing like an animal in this instant. He was the epitome of masculinity: fear-inducing strength, a touch that lit my needs on fire, and such single-minded focus on my body that I was clay in an artist’s hands as he worked my body ever closer to another orgasm.
As his lips got closer to my pussy, he slowed his pace, spending more time in each spot and making me beg for him to keep going. I wanted his tongue to work its magic on my pussy. I wanted to feel him lick and suck my clit while he filled me with his fingers. I wanted to feel the waves of orgasm crash through my body over and over again.
As his tongue touched my pussy lips for the first time, I let out a sigh of relief. I had been waiting what seemed an eternity for him to find his way to my cleft, and now that he was there, I knew that the teasing would end and the ecstasy would begin. The only experiences I’d had with a man going down on me had involved inexperienced frat boys who went straight for my clit. It had felt wonderful, but that was a mechanical experience. Their tongue had been a wet vibrator that wouldn’t do exactly what I’d wanted.
This was different. There was nothing mechanical about this. Every touch was a transfer of the passion that filled Mr. Sheffield’s body to mine. I felt lightning course through my veins as his tongue barely grazed my opening, and my body shook when I tried to thrust my hips to meet his tongue. If anyone was being an animal tonight, it was me. My body was acting purely on its desires and passions, and if I hadn’t been tied down, I would have gripped Mr. Sheffield’s head and forced him to eat my pussy.
I wanted to flood his face with my juices and make him lap them up as he expertly tongued me. I felt trapped, but instead of escape, I desired the freedom to force him to take me harder and rougher. I got lost in the sensations as his tongue began to flick across my clit for the first time. His nails ran from my breasts, across my barely visible ribs, and down my waist. It felt like they were slicing me wide open, and that combination of pain and pleasure sent me over the edge.
I screamed and pulled at the chains that held me down. My head came off the pillow, and for the first time, I saw Mr. Sheffield’s head buried in my pussy. The sight was incredible and nothing that I had ever imagined. I’d enjoyed visions of him fucking me in every imaginable position, but the sight of him doing something purely for my pleasure was mind-blowing. I couldn’t stand to watch it any longer as his tongue and fingers continued to force my already sensitive body back towards another orgasm.
I tried to relax against the pillow that I laid on, but when Mr. Sheffield’s fingers found the entrance to my pussy, I lost it again. “Please Mr. Sheffield, fuck me! I need your cock inside of me right now!”
The muscles of my thin arms tightened like dried sinew in the hot sun as I pulled against the chains one last time before exhausting the last of my energy. He didn’t reply as his tongue was far too busy trying its very best to lick me into another mind-blowing orgasm. His fingers entered me, and began to make a “come here” motion, and I blacked out as an even bigger orgasm ripped through my body.
I woke up in a panic as pain flooded my body. My eyes flew open, and I tried to escape whatever was causing it. After half a second, I realized that Mr. Sheffield was on top of me, and his hands were wrapped around my wrists, but the chains and cuffs were gone. He was the cause of the pain. I whimpered softly as he thrust into me again, but instead of trying to escape him, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling my body towards him. His lips found mine again, and though I felt like someone was stabbing my pussy, I got lost in our embrace.
Our tongues danced as his cock filled me completely, stretching my sore and swollen pussy to its very limit. Fiery pain filled my core, but passion, lust, and possibly even love wrapped around our lips’ embrace. I chose to follow and focus on those sensations and emotions as he continue to abuse my pussy. Slowly the warmth of my lust began to flow down towards my pussy, enveloping everything in its numbing embrace.
Pain became pleasure, and I began to moan. The sound of my voice in the throes of passion once again seemed to push him over the past the point of no return, and I felt him speed u
p slightly as his hands gripped my shoulders tightly. His nails left bloodless indentions in my skin as he grunted and groaned. I could feel the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy, and Mr. Sheffield’s body relaxed onto me.
His weight made me feel so small and protected, and the emotions that filled the room were no longer ones of pure lust and desire. There was something more, something more lasting. Some people would call it love, but I’d never experienced that before. I couldn’t put words to it because it felt different than the way that people described love. It was an overflowing of calmness, an overwhelming sense of safety, and in the simplest term, it was serenity.
Love was supposed to be this magical feeling of finding your other half, but that wasn’t how I felt. I didn’t feel like a half of Mr. Sheffield. I felt like he was my shield against the world, as though I would never be afraid again.
He shifted his body so that he could lift himself up on his elbows. I looked into those beautiful eyes and he just stared back with a soft smile. The dominant alpha inside of him had retreated to leave the kind and soft man. His eyes and smile seemed to be free and almost child-like, as though he were begging me to come outside and play.
