“Hello, Milady,” he said coyly, thinking of their last encounter and the fantasy she’d shared with him while he gratified himself in front of her. They’d both seen each other cum, but they hadn’t shared that intimate moment of pleasure yet. He hoped to remedy that, and soon.
Memories of his pleasure flushed his face.
Reagan kissed him softly on the cheek and welcomed him in. She set the bag on the counter and went into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase.
Ethan followed her. He couldn’t help but notice the enticing aromas of both the dinner she’d prepared and her delicate perfume, each tantalizing him in a different way.
“Smells delicious,” he said, walking up behind her.
She turned and grinned at him.
“The dinner?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Yes, that too,” he quipped.
She chuckled, clearly enjoying the flirtation.
“Here, put these beautiful flowers on the dinner table,” she said, handing him the vase, “and thank you for bringing them. That was very kind.”
Ethan took them, grazing her fingers with his own, his eyes glued to hers. The effect on her was obvious. He walked into the dining area where she’d set up a small table. He didn’t recall it being there the last time he was in her apartment. It was set with wine glasses and pretty dishes and he placed the flowers in the middle of the place settings.
“I just put the lasagna in the oven. Should be ready in about an hour and a half. Would you pour us some wine?”
He nodded in agreement, thinking they could both use some. He picked up the red wine on the table and uncorked it like a pro, raising his eyebrows for her approval. She grinned at him and shook her head slowly as he handed her a glass.
“What are we toasting to?” she asked him.
He thought for a moment and smirked at her.
“How about we toast to breaking the rules?” he teased.
She laughed.
“Cheers to that,” she said, clinking his glass.
They both took a sip. After a moment of silence, he noticed a slight frown on Reagan’s mouth.
“Is everything okay?” he said.
She nodded slowly and forced a smile. He took her hand.
“Can we sit down?” he asked.
Her eyes softened and she sighed.
“Of course,” she said, allowing him to lead her to the sofa.
He sat down beside her, still holding her hand.
“I’m afraid I’m not very good at this dating thing. This, in particular, seems so foreign to me,” she said, gesturing between them.
Ethan nodded, encouraging her to continue.
“I’ve never dated very much, so I’m feeling a little out of my element.”
He stroked her fingers with his and gently smiled at her. He had to admit, he enjoyed witnessing her vulnerability and seeing this whole new side to her.
“The thing is, when I’m working, I know exactly what needs to be done. I have a plan and I am directing the scene, you know?”
He nodded again. He did know.
“I feel safe and in control. I almost always know what happens next and what the outcome will be. But this … this kind of feels like …”
“Improv,” he said, finishing her sentence for her.
Ethan appreciated her offering the acting parallels to explain her feelings. That, he could understand.
“Reagan, I’ve dated a lot. I do know exactly what to do. Trust me, I have enough experience for both of us,” he said, trying to comfort her. “The way I see it, we’re both entering this adventure with advantages and disadvantages. For example, I’m completely at your mercy when it comes to kink. In fact, it’s as foreign to me as dating is to you.”
He smiled reassuringly. He could see Reagan soften her posture and he took it as a good sign. He gently continued.
“Best case scenario is that if we both bring our strengths to the table, we can help each other enjoy new experiences.”
Reagan grinned.
“And worst case scenario?”
Ethan looked at her with mock confusion.
“Hmmmm,” he said, “I hadn’t really considered a worse case scenario.”
She laughed and gave his hand a good natured squeeze.
“Ouch,” he said teasing her, pulling his hand away. “That hurt.”
Reagan smiled devilishly at him.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” he said, shaking his hand in jest.
“Yes, you bring out the naughty sadist in me,” she purred.
He gave her a wink.
“Well that was easy,” he teased. “I like that about you, Milady.”
She stood up and walked across the room while his eyes followed every sway of her hips and every bounce of her breasts. He could feel his cock stirring as his eyes landed on her ass. Her thighs looking particularly alluring, peaking out between the leather of her skirt and the top of her knee high boots.
He wanted to walk over to her, force her over the kitchen counter, and slide into her, cumming in her pussy with the most satisfying orgasm of his life. He shifted in his seat to hide his erection.
She picked up the bag he had brought with all of the goodies in it. He had found a gift bag and thought it would be funny to use it. She held it up by the handles and raised her brows, holding back a giggle.
“You did ask them to gift wrap your purchase,” she said wryly.
Ethan nodded, glad she got the joke.
“Well, I had the gift bag so I ended up doing the wrapping my self.”
He stood up and walked over to her.
“Do you want to inspect the items?”
Reagan nodded.
“Tell me, how was your shopping experience?”
He shook his head, pretending to be dismayed.
“It was a torturous experience, Milady. I’m not sure how I even got through it.”
Reagan looked at him with mock impatience.
“Is that so? Yet, you survived to tell the tale, my Pet,” she teased. “Why don’t you pour us more wine and share your story.”
They sat back down and, for the next few minutes, Ethan recounted his experience in the hardware store, exaggerating the funny parts and offering his impressions of Susan, the sternest cashier ever. Reagan was in stitches, greatly amused by his story. He loved hearing her laugh and it made his sense of humor come out even more.
Reagan looked down at the bag and started to pull out the items. She remarked that she found it especially charming that he’d chosen a hot pink feather duster and duct tape.
“Well done,” she said, amused.
“The flowers almost match. Did you notice?”
She looked at the vase on the table and smiled. Ethan was happy he’d impressed her. She seemed genuinely touched.
“Did you do that on purpose?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Why?” she asked gently.
“Because I wanted you to see that I’m excited by this. And I thought the flowers would make you happy,” he said, reaching for her hand.
Her blush made him pause. Was she not used to gentlemen treating her with gifts? It made him want to spoil her even more.
“Are you happy, Milady?”
She smiled warmly at him and squeezed his hand.
“I am happy,” she said. “I like that you’re so thoughtful.”
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips gently.
She looked down, and then looked back up. She had a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her lips. She pulled his hand towards her mouth and returned the kiss to his. Then she turned his hand over and sensually kissed the soft flesh under his thumb, her eyes never leaving his.
He could feel his arousal growing, as if her kiss had a direct line to his cock, making it throb with desire. When she sank her teeth into the same spot, he sucked in his breath, the pain of it deliciously exquisite.
Reagan had a way of gauging the exact am
ount of sting to release his endorphins but not cause him any harm.
Enough to keep him wanting more and more.
He felt his cock responding to her touch, growing in his crotch to it’s full length. He held his breath, waiting for whatever she would do next. He wanted to pick her up and slide her onto his cock, sinking into the pussy he knew was wet for him.
“Come with me,”she whispered, standing up, “and bring the bag.”
She grinned.
He picked up the bag and followed her. She took him into the same room as his first visit and he followed her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of it, crossing one long, delectable leg over the other.
He stood in front of her, resisting the urge to lay her back on the bed and kiss her deeply. If it was a normal situation, he would have taken the lead. He would have pushed back on the bed, opened his pants, and then climbed over her, putting his cock directly above her mouth. Instinctively she would have obeyed, taking him into her mouth and sucking on his long, throbbing member until he spilled his cum all over her mouth and lips.
Then he would turn her over, and lower himself so that his mouth was close to her ass and pussy. From behind, he’d lick her pussy, sucking on the clit and sliding his tongue deep inside her, making her squirm with desire. Just when she was about to cum, he’d stop, denying her orgasm. Then he’d slide his hard cock inside her and fuck her so hard she’d moan and cry out. He’d wrap her hair in his fist and pull her head back as he fucked her, only stopping when they came together, her crying out with the ecstasy of her orgasm, him cumming inside her so deeply, so fully, that he could fantasize about making her pregnant.
That was what he’d normally do. That was the Ethan he was used to being.
This game they were about to play, was something different, and it excited him every bit as much as if he’d been taking the dominant role.
She was in the lead, and his cock twitched with anticipation for what might happen if he was patient enough to let the lady take command.
“Take your shirt off, my Pet,” she ordered.
He felt a shiver flow through him as his cock throbbed with longing for her.
This was going to be fun.
She gave him a little wink and he smiled back at her, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. With each button unfastened, he raised his eyebrows mischievously at her. She did her best to maintain her composure, but he could tell she was charmed by his playfulness.
“You’re being cheeky. I may have to spank you,” she said with mock authority.
He smirked back.
“Would that turn you on, Milady?” he asked, hoping it would.
She nodded slowly.
“You have no idea,” she said, her eyes filled with desire.
That turned him on even more. He wasn’t used to seeing a woman tell him what her fantasies were. He knew his girls liked being fucked by him, he knew they liked being taken and claimed and made to beg for more, but he had no idea what a woman would ask for if she was the one in the driver’s seat. That thought burned through his imagination and made him desire her so fully it consumed him.
Once he had removed his shirt, she held out her hand and he gave it to her. She looked him up and down, taking her time to admire his form.
He felt as if he was about to be let in on a huge secret. A woman was about to show him how she wanted things.
“Take the rope out of the bag and hand it to me.”
He quickly obeyed.
“Stand at the end of the bed, between the posts,” she said through shallow breaths.
He could tell she was becoming aroused and he could feel his erection craving her so completely that he was afraid his cock would start cumming in his pants. He was so on edge that the slightest thing might take him over, spilling his cum in a ferocious spasm of pleasure.
He slowly made his way to the end of the bed and held his arms up against the posts.
She slipped off the bed and came up behind him, pressing her body against his back, nipping his earlobe. He could feel the heat from her body against his back and he shuddered, letting out a deep moan. Her erect nipples pressed into him, her tummy and thighs touched him, and he wanted to turn around and devour her.
She continued to gently nip down his neck and shoulders, occasionally biting just hard enough that he could feel the sharpness of her own arousal. She gently ran her hands down his torso, slipping them past his waist and down his thighs without touching his cock.
It was just as well, for if she had, he was sure he would have squirted his desire all over the inside of his pants.
“Do you want pleasure or pain?” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He wanted the pleasure of fucking her, of owning her, but the thought of experiencing something different, something new, the sensual discipline that she was so expert at, excited him more than he could have ever imagined.
“You decide, Milady. I am your slave,” he whispered.
He heard her make a subdued, throaty moan behind him, and he smiled softly to himself. She opened the rope, appearing unsatisfied with the length.
“I’ll be right back. I have to cut this rope in half. Don’t go away.”
He laughed softly.
“Not a chance in hell.”
He waited, his hands gripping the posts of the bed. He didn’t dare move without her permission. His anticipation increased with every passing second and his skin tingled with desire.
He looked down at his cock and felt a surge of excitement at the thought that he could probably make himself cum without even touching himself. Just the thought of what Reagan wanted from him, knowing how turned on she was, would be enough to send his semen shooting out of him.
She returned quickly with the rope in two halves and a bottle of water.
“I turned the oven on low, so we can play a little longer ... unless you’re starving.”
He looked at her ravenously.
“I’m starving, but not for food.”
She nodded.
“Good. Now turn back around.”
He did as she said and she took his hands and placed them together. She tied the rope snuggly around his wrists, and then took the ends and secured them to each post. His hands were raised together at his chest in prayer position.
“Are you comfortable?”
He nodded.
“Yes, Milady.”
She laughed softly.
“That’s unfortunate,” she teased.
She made her way over to her tickle trunk and rooted around in it for a few seconds. She returned with several items Ethan wasn’t familiar with. She climbed on the bed so she could face him and held them up for him, one at a time.
“This is a flogger, my Pet. It is a caressing implement, but can cause a bit of a sting if I want it to.”
The flogger had a black and red checked handle with thick leather straps dangling from it. It looked intimidating. He raised his brows.
“Don’t worry, this one looks scary but it isn’t. Now this one is a different story,” she said grinning, holding up a red leather paddle. “This one will test your endurance.”
He nodded, considering the punishment to come. Reagan giggled at his expression, then reached around him and slapped his backside with the paddle.
“Then of course we have your lovely feather duster and the clothes pins. I’ll let you decide which we play with.”
She waited for his reply.
He looked at the flogger and the paddle in her hands, and the clothes pins. It didn’t take him more than a second to decide.
“Feather duster.”
Reagan laughed and slipped off the bed. She found the bag and removed the duster, then made her way toward him, waving it at him. When she was close, she gently ran it over his back, the sensation soft and pleasant on his skin.
“Ready?” she asked.
He gave her a nod and she unbuttoned his pants, slipping them over his legs to t
he floor. She then slipped down his underwear, freeing his erection for the first time.
It sprang out from his shorts and he could easily imagine it squirting his cum all over her perfectly made bed.
That would earn him a punishment he didn’t want to consider!
She quickly brushed her finger tips down the shaft, teasing him, and then pulled her hand away, her eyes challenging him. He groaned his displeasure, not wanting her to stop. He was so ready to spill himself on her hand that he could hardly breathe.
“Shh,” she whispered.
She reached around him and picked up her flogger.
And then it came.
Smack.
The first lash landed gently on his backside.
Smack.
Smack.
He was surprised by the sensation and the way his body responded each time the flogger made contact. He could feel his ass warming up, his skin tingling with pleasure and desire.
If anything, she was heightening his lust.
She moved up and down his body with the flogger, varying the intensity and expertly placing each blow across his back, his ass, his shoulders and his thighs.
The rhythm and the flow lured him into an almost hypnotic state, his breath slow and controlled as the endorphins raged through his body.
She put down the flogger and then ran her fingernails over his sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to raise on his flesh.
He moaned his pleasure and she continued for several more minutes, trailing kisses over his neck and back.
“Do you remember the safe word?” she whispered in his ear.
How could he forget, he thought, and nodded. He was feeling blissful, as though he had smoked a joint.
“Tell me what it is, my Pet.”
Ethan licked his lips, his thirst making his mouth too dry to speak. She noticed and picked up the water bottle, holding it to his lips. He carefully sipped the water, moistening his mouth. Then he spoke.
“Rabbits,” he said,“but you won’t hear it from me again.”
She chuckled.
“Sounds like a challenge.”
He shrugged, smiling impishly. She picked up her paddle and gave him a swift swat on his bare ass, making him growl. She threw him a sassy smile and he responded with a glare.
“Okay, point taken, Milady.”
She proceeded to use the paddle on him, lightly at first, easing him in, pressing his pain threshold, building his trust.
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