“Don’t resist. Some things may feel strange at first but if you’re open to it you’ll find them quite enjoyable.” Put your arms to your side he instructed as he pulled my jacket down my arms and then threw it to the couch.
“What if I don’t like it?” I asked like a young child uncertain if they wanted to try a new flavor or ice cream or not.
“Rachael, all you have to do is tell me and I’ll stop immediately. But you won’t ask me to stop. Lift your arms.”
Grabbing the hem of my spaghetti strap top her pulled it up over my torso and then over my head and tossed it over with my coat.
* * *
I met Michael at a wedding just a few weeks ago. It was the ceremony of my best friend and I was one of the lucky, or perhaps unlucky is more like it, bridesmaids. While the bride looked beautiful the rest of us were forced to wear trumped up prom gowns that reminded me of the 80’s. The wedding had its stresses like most do, but in the end it went fairly well.
I didn’t come across Michael until the reception where he approached me with the offering of a drink. He’s very handsome, dark back hair, bright blue eyes, tall and fit, and his suit looked as if it was created to map the shape of his body. Of course I said yes and took the drink from him.
I’d already had quite a bit to drink and with the addition of yet another I found myself admiring Michael a bit too obviously.
“Do you like it?” he asked startling me.
“I…um...I think...” I stuttered trying my best to regain my composure.
“The music. Do you like the music?” he clarified taking my empty glass from my hand and setting it on the nearby bar.
In my drunken state I wasn’t very smooth, “Oh, yeah, it’s alright” I stammered like a fool.
“Would you like to dance?” he said taking hold of my hand half dragging me out onto the dance floor before I’d even responded.
“Sure!” I said as I tripped over my own feet.
Michael managed to catch me in one smooth motion before I hit the floor. His hand rested upon the small of my back and the other behind my shoulder. He acted as if I were weightless and lifted me as if I were nothing but a martini needing to be tipped back up after falling on a table.
I braced myself against his chest as I tried to regain my composure. “Thank you.” I said into his suit jacket embarrassed. “That would have been awful. I’ve had too much to drink and I’m making myself look like a fool.”
“I think you look lovely. No one saw a thing. Let’s dance.” He said as he whisked me out onto the floor.
Placing his hands behind me he pulled me to his body and held me there. He began to swirl us around the floor in smooth motions that illustrated his ease and skill. From our close proximity I could smell his musk. It was a mix of his chosen cologne and his aftershave. It was intoxicating and I closed my eyes as I inhaled deeply.
As my head began to fall to his shoulder Michael leaned his head down and whispered in my ear, “I’ve been watching you all day.”
In the comfort of his embrace and the stupor the drink had brought on all I could do was sigh pleasantly not really taking in his words.
Michael continued. “I want you and I always get what I want. You’re coming with me now.” He said as he jilted me out of my daze and dragged me across the dance floor and outside to the lot where all of the vehicles were parked. Approaching a shiny black Mercedes her walked me around to the passenger side and helped me in.
In my mind I was wondering what the hell I was doing but I hadn’t been with a man in so long and he smelled so good and he was so attractive. Clearly I was letting my lust get the better of me.
He drove in silence and I didn’t say a word because I was too busy battling my common sense. The part of me that worried he could be a serial killer or a creepy stalker spoke loudly but the other part of me argued that he wouldn’t have been at my friend’s wedding if he were a bad guy.
My breath caught in my throat as he approached the most exclusive apartment complex in the entire city. Pulling up to the curb the doorman helped me out and then Michael tossed him his keys. Clearly this was a regular occurrence.
Finally finding my voice, “Wow, so…you live here huh?”
“I’ve lived here quite a while but I recently upgraded to one of the higher suites so I’d have a better view of the city” he replied like it was no big deal. I lived in the worlds shittiest apartment and could only imagine what this place cost a month. I was beginning to realize how far out of my league I was. Oh boy Rachael, you’re swimming in the deep end now.
As we entered the elevator Michael punched in a private code. We stood in silence as the elevator climbed and then dinged at the 50th floor. As the doors whooshed open I was granted my first glimpse of his home.
Magnificent wouldn’t even begin to describe the place. It was all very sleek and modern with all black leather furniture with colorful progressive artwork on the walls. The floors were gorgeous polished white marble and the wall that looked out over the city was all windows. I stepped one foot in and couldn’t get myself to go any further.
Standing there against the backdrop of the silver elevator doors I felt awkward and out of place. With his suit jacket slung over my shoulders I stood staring at the ground. Michael had already walked into the main living area where the couches were all arranged and was taking off his watch and tie. After a moment he looked up and noticed me still standing at the entry.
“Why are you still over there?”
“I’m not used to this. I’ve never been anywhere that looked like this before. I don’t think I belong here. I think I should leave.” I said turning towards the elevator. As I reached to push the return button Michael grabbed my hand and pulled me to him.
“I want you here. You belong here.” He said sliding his jacket off my shoulders. “Wait here just one moment. I’ll be right back.”
Michael left the room and went down the hallway towards what I assumed were the bedrooms. I made my way to the living room and stood looking out at the lights of the city. What am I doing here? I thought as I looked at the twinkling headlights below.
Before Michael could return I went back to the elevator and pushed the down arrow. As the doors slid open I stepped inside and pushed the 1st floor button. I felt a sense of remorse as the doors came to a close and the elevator began its downward decent but I knew this was the right decision. His kind would never end up with someone like me.
Once in the lobby I asked the desk clerk to call me a cab and then I went out to the sidewalk to wait. As I began to lean back against the wall Michael came bursting through the lobby doors.
“Oh thank god. What are you doing?” he exclaimed.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t fit in here. I’m going home.”
“At least let me drive you.” He said grabbing my hand beginning to lead me around the side of the building to where the attendant had parked his vehicle.
As soon as we rounded the corner he grabbed me and pressed me up against the wall.
“I really want you to stay” he said breathing heavily against my neck. The delicious smell of him began to overwhelm my senses and I couldn’t stop myself from lifting and wrapping my leg around him. Michael’s mouth quickly found mine and in a matter of seconds I was no longer thinking of home. In a flurry of passion our tongues mingled and I knew I would do whatever he wanted.
In a fit of hunger he ran his hands up my thighs and pushed my dress up around my waist. He was already rock hard as he undid the button on his trousers and slid down his zipper. I ground myself against him as he pushed himself into my wet slit. I arched my back and cried out as he entered me.
I’d never done anything like this in my life and it was exhilarating. Michael gripped my ass with both of his hands and held me to him as he began to fuck me against the wall of his apartment complex. It was night time but any car that drove past would see us clearly. This only heightened my desire and I pushed back against him with each thrust.
I began to cry out with each of his movements. Each of his thrusts made me want him more and I was getting close to the climax. To quiet me he brought one of his hands to my mouth. Leaning my head back I bit down on his hand unable to control myself. The cement of the wall bit into my back and each time he drove himself into me I felt the grit of it against my skin. It was rubbing me raw but I didn’t care. In those few minutes all I cared about was his cock inside me. I’d never wanted anything so badly.
Michael buried his face against my neck to squelch his own grunting but I could still hear him clearly. With each motion he clenched his teeth but couldn’t completely silence the sound of his exertion.
Turning my face sideways against his hand I whispered “I want you to cum in me.” And that was all he needed. With a single final hard thrust he smashed me against the wall with his body and let himself loose in me. Feeling his cum filling me was the last sensation I could bear and my orgasm built to a crescendo as my muscles began to clench and convulse against his cock. He thrust into me in a few smaller exhausted movements making sure I took everything he had to give and then he collapsed against me. I wrapped my arms around him and held him in silence until we both returned to our senses.
As he pulled away from me I knew he was perplexed by what had happened. As someone that was clearly always in control it threw him for a loop that he succumbed to his passion so completely. I pulled my dress down and smoothed my hair as he fastened his pants. Slowly he looked up at me and didn’t say a word.
Staring back I looked deep into his blue eyes and wondered how I ever could have left his apartment. He’s beautiful and clearly rich. It’s so typical that I would let my self-esteem get in the way even though he made it painfully clear that he liked me, at least up until the last few moments..
“I’ll take you home now.” was all he said as he showed me to his Mercedes. This time he didn’t open the door and he didn’t help me in. I looked at him in the pitch black darkness of the vehicle and wondered if I’d ever see him again.
He pulled up to the curb and waited for me to exit the car. I began to lean through the door to tell him I’d had a nice time but before I could get the words out he was already driving away.
That evening I went into my house, alone. I pulled a bath and sat in the warm water thinking about Michael. He was everything I’d ever wanted in a man except after he came he became withdrawn and quiet. Did he not like me anymore? Will he never speak to me again? He said he’s used to always getting his way. Was I too easy?
But the sex was incredible and we seemed to fit together perfectly. For the whole next week that was all I could think about. He hadn’t called me or contacted me in any way. I had begun to think we were just going to be a memory of a single night up against the wall. A moment of abandon that we would never have again. Then the package arrived.
* * *
Exactly seven days after our escapade I came home to a large package on my doorstep. Perplexed I carried it into my house and found a knife to cut the tape. The label gave no sign of who sent it or what it held. Carefully I cut the tape so that I wouldn’t damage whatever was inside. As I pulled back the flaps I stared down at a collection of bondage gear. “What the hell!?” I said out loud to myself.
Sitting on top of the gear was a handwritten note:
I’m sorry for taking so long.
I need to see you again.
Come Saturday evening and bring your favorite gear.
- Michael
Bring my favorite gear? He used the word favorite as if I should already have experience with this stuff.
Flipping the box over, I dumped the contents on my kitchen table. A few of the items I recognized easily; a black satin face mask, a pair of silver handcuffs, lube, vibrators in an array of sizes. There were other items I wasn’t so sure about. One looked like one of the items you see people use with horses, another had a handle and leather fringe coming off the other end. I saw something that looked like a plug of some sort, some straps, kneepads, rope, a full leather suit and a hood. Is this what he’s used to?!
There were two days until Friday. When I wasn’t at work I sat on my laptop at home investigating these various devices Michael had sent to me. Bizarre, is the word that first came to mind but I was also intrigued. I’ve never been into any of this before but then I’d also never met anyone like Michael before. Could I really do this? I wondered.
Part of me considered not going at all. What kind of man would be into this stuff? Yet, I was also very curious and some of the toys didn’t seem so bad. They actually seemed like they could be kind of fun. Over the next couple of days I pondered the pros and cons of going or not going. In the end I decided I would regret not going and at least seeing what he had planned. I could always leave I wanted to.
Friday evening I showed up at his place. The doorman knew to expect me and entered the elevator code for me. In the end I brought the entire box in a discreet duffle bag. I had no real clue about most of these things and I didn’t want to seem like an idiot so I just brought it all.
All of this brings us to where we are now. Me fumbling embarrassingly with the buttons on his trousers and Michael realizing I don’t have a clue and taking over.
I now stand here facing the wall with my top off wondering what the hell is going to happen next.
“Don’t turn around” Michael commands. I can hear him over at the table where I left the bag. He’s searching through it but I have no idea what he’s looking for. I hear a buzzing as he turns a vibrator on and off. I hear him remove some other items but I don’t know what.
“Rachael, we’re going to play a game. I was going to have you be the dominant one after I took over against the wall last time but since you’re new to this I’ll be dominant this time to show you the ropes. It’s more my natural preference anyway.”
“Um...Ok.” I said uncertainly.
“You’re going to do everything I tell you to and you’re going to let me do whatever I want to you. Like I mentioned before, some things may feel strange or unusual at first but once you’re less nervous you’ll get used to them and will begin to enjoy them. And, of course if you don’t like anything you’re free to tell me to stop. I’m not going to ask if you have any questions because I know you must but asking them won’t do any good. I’m just going to get started.”
Reaching over my head Michael brought the facemask down over my eyes.
“I’m going to start easy.” He said as he reached down to unzip my skirt. The zipper slid down easily and he let it fall to the floor. He left it there.
I could feel Michaels gaze upon me as he stood behind me. It was a few long moments before anything else happened. Coming up behind me he pressed himself against my back. I could feel his muscles and warm skin and knew he had been removing his shirt, maybe more. He reached around me bringing his hand to my stomach. He began to move his hand further south and I flinched not expecting him to move so fast.
His hand continued to travel down and into the lace of my panties. Reaching further he brought his fingers to my lips. Taking his time he moved his fingers gently over my mound before parting me.
“I’m going to insert a small vibrator.” He said as he slid a small egg shaped device into my pussy. I wasn’t overly aroused yet but the small vibrations were quick to do their job. Michael’s hand traveled back up my stomach and around to my back. Leaning back a bit his chest left my body but his hips still pushed against me and I could feel the largeness of his cock against my ass. In a few swift movements he unclasped my bra and pulled it off down my arms. His hands found their way back around my body where they cupped my breasts.
He fondled me gently and then more aggressively pinching my nipples between his finger and thumb. Once they stiffened he began to roll them causing a small but sharp pain that was not unpleasant. Where his groin hit my ass I could feel he was beginning to become aroused as well and I found myself becoming excited about our learning experience and couldn’t wait
to find out what would happen next.
Pulling himself away from me I heard him grab another instrument from the table.
“This might startle you but it won’t hurt.”
I heard the familiar buzzing of an electric razor as he pulled me from the wall. Using his foot he indicated at my ankles that I needed to spread my legs and I did as he required. Kneeling down Michael brought the razor to my body. The sudden feeling of the razor against my skin shocked me and I jerked unintentionally. Grabbing my leg harshly with one arm he held me in place as he began to shave my pussy. I could feel the clippers run over my lips and back towards my ass. He continued with these motions until I could feel the air hitting my clean cunt. Bringing his face to my body he tasted my juices with flicked his tongue against my clit. Holding my ass with his hand he kneeled between my legs and buried his face in me. He didn’t penetrate me because that’s what the egg was for but he nibbled and rolled his tongue around my nub nearly driving me to the edge. Minutes passed where I felt I might cream his face but I held off and before long he’d had his fill and pulled away.
Suddenly a slap of leather hit my back. Not knowing when it was going to come made it a strange sensation of anticipation and shock. He hit me several times across my body alternating where he hit so I never knew where to expect it. Slap, slap, slap. The feeling became pleasurable and I began to try and anticipate where he would strike next.
I heard a bottle lid and knew he must be doing something with the lube. It was the only bottle that had arrived in the box. Approaching me from behind I felt his hand on my ass. He pushed down my underwear and then parted my cheeks.
“I’ll go slowly so this doesn’t hurt.”
I felt him press something against my anus. It felt greasy from the lube and I found myself wanting to clench and deny it entrance.
“Relax. If you squeeze it makes this harder. Just take a few deep breaths. If it hurts let me know.”
The pressure built up again as he began to press the anal plug past my outer ring. He was skilled and would use a little bit of pressure and then back away, give a bit more pressure pushing a little further, and then backing away again.
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