He liked the way she pushed a little and then pulled back. At times he really had to dig deep into his center and clear his mind just to work his way through her delicate torture, but it was so exhilarating, so intoxicating.
At first he resisted the pain, his body stiffening in protest, but once he finally accepted it, the pain turned into a gratification he couldn’t define or explain. It was deep-rooted and exquisitely arousing.
He was focused only on the sensation, the paddle, and Reagan.
It was a reprieve from everything he faced in his daily life.
As Reagan switched from the paddle to the feather duster, Ethan finally allowed his body to relax, and he eased into a comfortable warmth. She gently dusted him with the feathers, soothing his fiery flesh. He felt safe in her caring control.
After several minutes, she untied the ropes and he let his hands drop to his sides. Then she embraced him tenderly, wrapping a warm blanket around them both, and he held her in silence, welcoming the affection.
He was so highly aroused, but yet he couldn’t describe the embrace as sexual. It was more of an emotional connection.
He was experiencing another level of intimacy, something completely new to him, an intimacy that transcended sex. Reagan had taken him there. She was the only one who ever would.
“How do you feel?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
He looked deeply into hers for a few moments, thinking of his response.
“Honestly, Reagan, for the first time in my life, I feel alive,” he said. “You know how we go through life and we feel like we’re existing instead of living?”
She nodded.
“I know I have a blessed life, and I’m not complaining, but sometimes I just feel so … numb.”
She pulled him closer, as if she truly understood.
“Numb?” she said. “That’s something we can fix.”
She led him to the bed and lay him down on his back. His skin was sensitive and he was grateful for the softness of her sheets.
She went back to her tickle trunk and got the restraints she’d used on him on his first visit. She attached them securely to each of his wrists and ankles and fastened him to the four posts of the bed, spread-eagle.
He was completely vulnerable to her now, both emotionally and physically, and knowing that gave him a sense of intimacy with her he’d never experienced in his life.
Lying there, completely naked, completely bound, he could hardly remember who he was anymore.
Was he the aggressive, dominant man who was used to taking charge of all things in life?
Was he the man who fucked women so hard they screamed?
Or was he the man he was now, lying on the bed, his butt and back pink from being spanked, completely vulnerable to the desires and whims of this delicious woman who stood over him?
He didn’t even try to answer. He just lay back and let whatever was going to happen, happen.
Reagan stood up on the bed over him, a foot on each side of him, and began to strip. When she removed each garment, she let it fall to the floor by the side of the bed, but when she removed her underwear, she threw them on Ethan’s face.
He inhaled deeply the fragrance of her wet pussy which had already soaked her panties. The smell made his cock rise like the mast on a sailboat.
“Now, I’m going to have some real fun with you, Pet,” she teased, and slowly lowered herself down onto her knees, her naked pussy right above his erect cock.
All she had to do was sit down on him, and his cock would have slid right into her pussy. He knew if she did that he would explode instantly. His cum would fly up into her, smashing into her cervix so forcefully she’d feel it. He wanted her to sit so badly it hurt.
“Let me fuck you, Milady,” he said.
She smiled at him and lowered herself on her knees so that the wet, dripping lips of her pussy touched the head of his cock, ever so slightly. The gentle graze of the contact sent desire surging through him and his cock throbbed with lust. He wanted her on him. He wanted to wear her pussy like a glove. He wanted to cum in her, forcing his seed deep inside her, making his claim on her body.
But she refused to lower herself onto his waiting cock. She just sat there on her knees, looking down at him, with a gentle, seductive smile on her face.
“Sit on me,” he moaned.
“Sit on you?” she repeated.
He nodded, and wondered if he could force himself to cum without her touch, so that he could at least shoot his semen up onto her pussy lips if he couldn’t put it inside her.
“That’s an interesting suggestion,” she said, and he could tell from the mischievous look on her face that she was planning something.
She lowered her hands onto the mattress next to his face and leaned down, licking his lips with her tongue. He opened his mouth and she kissed him, so passionately, so seductively, that he thrust his groin upward, trying to pierce her pussy with his tortured, desperate cock.
His cock succeeded in touching her pussy lips but he couldn’t maintain the position and fell back onto the mattress.
“Naughty Pet,” Reagan cooed, as she crawled up over him until her pussy was directly above his face.
“Sit on you?” she said again, and then lowered her pussy lips right onto his waiting mouth.
Ethan had little choice, but he licked and sucked her wet pussy so passionately that she began to squirm, riding his face like a cowgirl, grinding her pussy mercilessly into his face and mouth.
He slid his tongue inside her and she squirmed on it, the first thing to enter her that entire night.
“Good boy,” she moaned, as he continued to tongue her pussy and suck her clit.
Her juices poured freely onto his face and he had to gasp for air when she chose to rise up from his face briefly. She always came right back down onto his mouth though, and when she climaxed, he thought he’d lose control and cum with her.
She reached down and grabbed his head, her fingers wrapped in his hair, and pulled his face harder against her engorged pussy. She cried out, and he felt the muscles of her body tense and contract with the ecstasy of her orgasm.
Ethan smiled as she came. He hadn’t been able to fuck her, but bringing her to climax was a close second on his list of things he wanted to do.
His face had never been so wet, so covered in a woman’s juice and cum. She’d been shameless in her wanton need to pleasure herself. She’d cum all over him, and he loved it.
He’d never felt more connected to another person, to another person’s sexual pleasure, than he was in that moment.
“That’s my good boy,” Reagan cooed, and then rose up from his face and leaned down to lick his mouth again, tasting her own juices from his face.
She kissed him passionately, and then lay down next to him, holding him sweetly for several minutes, before unshackling him and helping him get dressed.
Ethan had no idea what had just happened.
Was that sex, he wondered, as he washed his face in the bathroom. He was so aroused, so sexually on edge, and he wanted to pleasure himself while he was in there. But he didn’t want to waste the sexual energy he’d built up.
He wanted to fuck Reagan, he wanted to somehow redeem himself for allowing her to do what she’d done to him, and at the same time, he wanted to thank her for creating such a bond, a bond that transcended normal sex.
He helped her finish preparing their dinner by mixing the salad and slicing the bread. Good natured teasing, laughter and conversation came naturally to both of them as they shared their meal. The food was delicious and he complimented her over and over.
It was wonderful spending time with her and he didn’t want the evening to end, but it was getting late. He helped her clean the kitchen, even after she insisted that she would do it the next morning. He didn’t mind helping and it gave him a little more time with her.
Finally, near midnight, he knew it was time to say goodnight. As they stood in her doorway, he pulled her into a sensual
hug, enjoying her warm body next to his. She looked up into his face, her eyes content and happy.
His cock throbbed with desire for her. He still hadn’t cum, and he wasn’t sure he could leave with all that lust stored up inside him.
He reached around to the back of her head and grabbed her, pulling her face forward, forcing her lips onto his.
She succumbed instantly to his aggression, opening her mouth and letting him probe her with his tongue.
She moaned in pleasure, surrendering herself to his kiss, and just when it was reaching its peak, he broke it off.
She looked up at him, confused.
“May I kiss you?” he said, his voice a gravely, harsh grunt.
She laughed, but he didn’t join her.
“I ought to fuck you right here and now,” he said.
She looked into his eyes and held his challenging gaze.
“Then why don’t you?” she said, giving him the most coquettish smile he’d ever seen.
He knew if he did, it would somehow mean he was the one surrendering. He’d be the one losing whatever game it was they were playing. He wanted her so badly, but he was also determined not to show weakness, not to give her any reason to doubt he was able to handle her and her kinky games.
After all, it was those games that had locked him onto her in the first place.
She smiled warmly and lifted her chin. He placed his hands on her face and kissed her again, softly this time, waiting for her mouth to part. Finally she invited in his tongue and he kissed her long and passionately.
As they kissed, he opened his belt and let his pants fall down around his knees.
Reagan gasped.
“Don’t tell me you can’t handle the anticipation any longer?” she teased.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?” he growled.
“I already told you, if you want to fuck me, fuck me.”
He sighed. His competitive nature wouldn’t let him lose the game so easily.
“I’m not going to, but I’m going to put my mark on you.”
“Your mark?”
“I have to show you that you’re mine, even if I don’t surrender to my lust.”
“Yours?” she said, challengingly.
“Mine,” he repeated, and he opened her skirt, pulling it down.
His cock was so hard and engorged that it was only moments from orgasm. He pressed it against the outside of her panties, desperate for release.
“You’re going to be mine, you kinky minx,” he growled, and pulled forward the elastic of her panties.
Without giving her a moment to react, he pressed his cock against her and gasped as his cock finally released all the sexual frustration it had built up. His cum spilled onto the smooth skin above her clit, drenching her.
Ethan let out a long, satisfying growl as his semen poured out of him and onto Reagan’s clit, down over the lips of her pussy, and all over the inside of her panties.
He looked into her eyes as he finished coming, unsure how she felt about what he was doing.
He pulled up his pants and closed the zip, then he pulled up Reagan’s skirt.
“Now,” he said. “Here’s my order to you. Sleep in those soaked panties. Don’t change them until tomorrow.”
She nodded.
“And I’m taking you on a date,” he said. “It’s my turn to take care of you, show you some of my unique talents.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Reagan
Reagan woke the next morning with mixed feelings.
Her date with Ethan had been perfect, the memory of all they’d done still making her tingle. She was pleased by how well the evening went, their play, the intimacy, the conversation, and their connection. Even the food turned out perfect!
She was also extremely turned on by what they’d done, especially when he’d broken through her rules and taken control.
That wasn’t supposed to happen, but as she lay in her still damp panties, soaked with his cum, something felt good about it.
Ethan was also so much fun to be around and he really seemed to like her.
So why was she so apprehensive?
Was it all too good to be true?
Was she afraid to get her hopes up?
What if she fell in love with him and the feelings weren’t reciprocated?
Or worse, what if they were?
Then what?
Ethan had opened her eyes to new possibilities and she could feel herself responding, her body, mind, and spirit.
Her mind drifted to different fantasies and scenarios about him, and not just sexy thoughts. She pictured them doing things normal couples do, shopping together, eating ice cream at the beach, walking the dog, talking about anything and everything with one another. It seemed just within their grasp, and yet, not.
Their lives were so different. Ethan was so well known.
How could she ever fit into his life?
Would she be comfortable living her life so open to public opinion and scrutiny?
Would the public accept her as Ethan’s partner?
She didn’t think so.
Yes, mixed feelings.
Once again, Reagan chose to put her worries aside and focused instead on the connection they’d had. Her sexy memories heating her up as she stepped into the shower. She remembered Ethan’s warm mouth on hers, parting her lips, his tongue teasing her own. As the hot water trickled down her skin, she imagined that it was his mouth and hands exploring her body, touching her softly and sensually, her flesh responding to his gentle caresses. She could feel her arousal growing, her moist pussy aching to be touched.
She knew she was going against Ethan’s natural instincts. His dominant, possessive traits. She knew he wanted to fuck her, to dominate her, to make her completely his.
She felt her pussy grow wet as she teased her clit with her finger. She ran her finger in quick little circles as she thought of his long, hard cock entering her. She still hadn’t let him do that. She knew he wanted it so badly he was ready to explode. She knew he was going out on a limb with her, experiencing new things, and she was thrilled that he was putting himself in that vulnerable position just for her.
“Oh, Ethan,” she mouthed silently, as she slid first one, and then a second finger into her wet pussy.
She clenched her breast in her free hand, squeezing the nipple hard and toying it between her fingers. As she slid her fingers in and out of herself, she felt her climax wash over her, just as the water of the shower was washing over her body.
For several minutes, she continued to gently massage her clit as the hot water continued to pour down her body. She imagined it was Ethan’s tongue flicking and sucking on her clit, his fingers exploring her folds. She could feel her pleasure intensifying, blossoming into more deeply satisfying orgasms. She moaned quietly and leaned onto the cool shower wall, allowing the waves of pleasure to course through her body.
She gave herself a moment to recover, and catch her breath. She wanted to be with him, in every way, but she was so afraid.
She wanted to let him do to her, all the things she knew he wanted to do.
She wanted to free him to ravage her pussy with all his brute force and might.
She wanted to be his, to be dominated by him, to feel his manhood force its way through all her defenses and barriers and cum inside her with the most overpowering, shuddering climax of his life.
She didn’t only want to play games with him, and she prayed he wanted more than that from her too.
After breakfast, she opened her laptop to read her emails. She had a few requests to meet from potential new clients. She read them over several times, hesitant to reply. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to meet any new clients.
She wasn’t really sure of anything any more. She was preoccupied and distracted with thoughts about Ethan. That was certain. And she was having a really hard time concentrating. She let out a long sigh.
“Get it together, girl,” sh
e whispered to herself.
She shut her laptop, threw her phone in her purse, slipped on her shoes, and left the apartment. She needed some fresh air. Before she even got out the front door of her building, her phone chirped and she felt her stomach do a little flip. She took her purse off her shoulder and fumbled in the bag, searching for her phone.
Good morning beautiful. Hope you slept well. I sure did.
She smiled at her phone and prepared herself to reply when his second message came in.
Can I take you out Wednesday? I cleared my schedule. Yes, a real date. Are you okay with boats?
She grinned. Ready or not, she was excited to see him again.
Good morning to you, handsome. Wednesday could work. I guess it depends on the boat. Are we talking a canoe?
Still standing in her lobby, she opened the calendar on her phone and saw that she had a client visiting that evening. She would have to reschedule. She wasn’t sure how long her date with Ethan would last, but she was sure she would not want to work afterward. His response came in.
It’s slightly bigger than a canoe. Let’s just say it has room for staff. LOL. Borrowing my friend’s boat for the day. So, are you saying yes? :)
She shook her head, trying to process what she was reading. Spending a day on the ocean, in the sun, a cool fresh breeze, and all the time in the world with Ethan. No worries about crowds or distractions, just his full and undivided attention. It sounded like heaven.
I’m saying yes. :)
She pushed send and took a deep breath. She was just going to enjoy the moment and not think too far ahead. She would let him lead the way. She sighed again, but it was okay. This was good. He made her feel safe.
Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven AM and we’ll drive to the Long Beach Marina. Bring sunscreen. Clothing optional ... meaning wear what you like. ;)
She giggled like a girl. She loved his confidence and she hadn’t felt so feminine, excited, and taken care of in a very long time.
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