by Mia Cardine
Daniel frowned at her. “If you say so, but as far as I’m concerned, nothing has changed between us. I feel the same way about you.”
Emma looked at him. “I feel the same way about you, but I certainly need to process all of this information before we do anything else intimate.”
Daniel moved towards the door. “I understand. Just give me a shout when you’re ready. You know where I live.” With that, he walked out the door and Emma was alone again.
Emma had spent an uncomfortable two days after that, trying to decide what to do. She genuinely enjoyed Daniel’s company, but at the same time, he was so reticent with the details of his earlier life. She knew from experience that men were not always the best at sharing their feelings, but he was worse than most. She wondered how this would work in a long-term relationship. Would she always feel this way?
Finally on Wednesday, she called him, they chatted for a bit and decided to do dinner that evening. Emma had kept a list of questions that she was still interested in learning the answers to regarding his previous relationship and their current status. However, the conversation never got to that level. They chatted over the Italian food at a local restaurant that Daniel knew of. Emma wondered if he’d taken his former wife to this same restaurant, sat in the same booth, ordered the same things.
At the end of the evening, Daniel gave Emma a rather chaste kiss on the doorstep. Emma was puzzled by this. They’d gone from nearly consummating a BDSM scene in his bedroom four nights ago to tongue-less kisses on the front steps. Had Daniel gotten back together with his ex-wife? Emma tried to clear her head of the thoughts but it was hard not knowing what exactly was going on. She preferred answers, even when the answers broke your heart.
Despite her consternation, Emma asked, “Do you want to come in for a minute?”
Daniel shook his head softly. “No, I don’t want to push things until you’re settled with everything. I don’t want us to just be physical. I’d like to have more than that with you.”
Emma broke into a grin. “Oh. I was just thinking that you were pulling away. How refreshing to hear that a guy wants more than just a physical thing.”
Daniel pulled her close and kissed her again, this time with more feeling. Their lips rutted together and Emma opened her lips to allow his tongue inside. She greeted it enthusiastically. They hadn’t done much since the night they’d made love. She’d missed it, though she understood Daniels’ misgivings. She wanted things to be a combination of physical and emotional, and she’d felt too many non-romantic emotions lately. She thought that moving slow might be a good idea, but she was still intrigued by the whole BDSM thing. How far would she have gone if they hadn’t been interrupted? Would she have submitted fully? How far would she take it?
The kiss broke off and she smiled up at him. This felt more like dating than the earlier peck.
“How about we try again on Friday?” Daniel asked.
“Try again?”
“I had you on the floor the other day, waiting, when things went to shit. I was hoping to explore that a little more with you.”
Emma started. It was like he’d been reading her mind. “Okay. I’m game to try again. Any other ex-wives I should know about before we start this time?”
Daniel rolled his eyes. “No, definitely not. Once was enough.”
Emma tensed a bit in his arms and he apparently felt it. She’d wondered at his words. Did he mean that he would never marry again?
Daniel cleared his throat. “I can feel the question in your stance. I’m open to marrying again if it’s the right woman. The last one definitely was not right.”
Emma was unsure what to wear on Friday night. Would he be tearing her clothes off of her? She read a little bit about it on-line. She felt better as she learned more about the concepts and the roles involved. It was not how she had envisioned it in her mind at all. She had dungeons, whips and chains in her mind, which seemed ridiculous, given that they were meeting at her house, which had none of those items. She still felt odd enough about the whole thing to clear her browser history when she was finished. No use in leaving that around for others to see.
The evening started easily enough. Emma decided on a bottle of red and put two glasses out with it. She’d cut some brie and other cheeses to have as a snack. Daniel arrived promptly, and they downed the first glass of wine without discussing the night’s activities.
“So what’s our safe word going to be?” Emma asked after pouring herself a second glass.
“I don’t think that we’ll be doing much for a while that will require one, but what would you like it to be?”
“Madame Bovary,” she replied. “It’s definitely not a phrase that will come up in our conversations during our activities, will it?”
Daniel smiled. “I’ve never heard of that as a safe word, but that’s fine with me.”
“So how do we get started? Do you want me at your feet again?”
Daniel looked down at his wine glass. “That’s a good start.”
Emma stood up and took a seat on the carpet at Daniel’s feet. The act didn’t feel submissive; it almost felt cozy as if she were going to curl up with him for the evening like a housecat. Without looking at her, Daniel said, “Strip to the waist.”
Emma was surprised by the cold tone he’d adopted, but she complied. Part of her brain wondered what he’d do if she said no. Would he punish her or would the games be over? She wondered what the ramifications would be. She was titillated by the thoughts.
Her blouse and bra fell to the floor. The evening was cold, and her nipples were quickly hard. “Now the panties.”
Emma removed her panties, leaving her in just a skirt. She could see where this scenario might lead. So far everything was moving fine. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Daniel led the way and Emma followed submissively. She stayed back three steps from him, just as she would royalty. She was amused by the thought, but she tried not to giggle. It was tempting.
When they reached the bedroom, Daniel pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Hold out your wrists.”
Emma held them out in front of her like she’d seen in so many cop dramas. Daniel put one on her wrist and then lightly tugged that arm behind her back. With the cuffs behind her, he clicked the other wrist into the cuffs. Emma felt the first real feelings of helplessness now. She was at his mercy, and while she was certain of his character, there was a small chill in knowing the power he had over her at this point.
Without asking, Daniel slid a blindfold over her eyes and tied it snugly. “Don’t speak unless you’re asked a question.” Emma nodded meekly. She’d lost one of her senses and her ability to free herself, and she really felt that loss.
Emma shuddered as something brushed across her breasts. She couldn’t tell if that was one of Daniel’s fingers or perhaps something soft and light like a feather. It didn’t linger, just a quick touch that left her wanting more. She felt the touch again on her back and then down one arm. She found herself getting turned on by the thought of where it would be next. She wondered if Daniel was still clothed or if he’d stripped as well. In her mind, she could still visualize his strong, smooth chest and the size of his ample manhood. Whatever else she could say about this session, she was getting very turned on. The entire thing was so different from her usual activities where she had to be in charge of everything. With this, she could just relax and let Daniel make the plans. It was almost relaxing in a way.
“You will not cum until I tell you that you may,” Daniel said firmly.
Emma wondered what was next. She heard the squishy sound of lube being used and she wasn’t shocked when she felt a finger enter her. At least, she was fairly certain it was a finger. The sensation warmed her, feeling the slow motion of Daniel’s finger inside of her. She started moving her hips, but she felt a hand on her waist, which made her wait for the motion. She waited patiently. Daniel seemed to be taking his time about it. The single digit massaged her and stretched her slowly.
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She was glad when he added a second finger. She was long past ready for it. She started to buck her hips to meet the finger, but again she felt a hand against her hip, this time firmer and more insistent. He held her there, letting the fingers do the work. She gasped as he found her clit. He wasn’t shy about manually manipulating it as he thrust into her. “Remember,” Daniel said again. “Wait for me to tell you to come.”
This may be a more difficult command than she’d first thought, Emma realized. His fingers were insistent, pushing her open, teasing her clit. She tried to turn her mind to other things, to making a grocery list or naming all the winners of American Idol. Anything but give into her growing desire.
She gasped when a third finger entered her. She’d not been expecting more and the full feeling reminded her of the other night with Daniel, the size of his manhood and the amazing sex. She stopped herself and went back to her list making. She couldn’t allow herself to get aroused, because she’d soon come. She wanted to play the game with him.
She could feel the sweat build on her forehead, always a sure sign that her body was starting to build to a climax. She bit her lip, but before she could decide on what to do, the motion stopped. The fingers slid out of her and she just sat spread-legged on the bed with nothing inside of her. She wanted to ask what was going on, but she was not supposed to talk. She remembered some of the articles she’d read had discussed delayed orgasm as a domination technique. Was that what Daniel was trying now?
She waited patiently for something to happen which actually allowed her the chance to let her climbing orgasm recede. She felt less like she was going to climax the longer she sat there. Daniel didn’t say a word, but Emma could hear the sounds of his breathing in the room. He was here, just planning what to do next.
When she felt something press under her skirt again, she was ready. It was if she’d just started from the beginning with him, though there was a low strumming in her body that had told of an earlier sexual encounter. She decided he must be using a dildo on her. She felt the lube-covered device slide into her. She gasped. It was bigger than the three fingers had been, thicker than before. The device kept going into her, longer than his fingers and much longer than Daniel himself. He’d slicked it up well with lube and despite the size of it, the dildo moved easily in her. With everything in her, she wanted to move her hips, to start a rhythm that would end with her climax. The time she’d needed to start thinking about an orgasm was next to nothing this second time around. She’d wanted it from the time it entered her. She had more difficulty this time in forcing her mind to think of non-sexual matters. The dildo practically screamed for her to pay attention to it, even though it only sat inside of her – not moving at all. She didn’t want to start moving. She knew there would be a price for disobeying, but she wanted pleasure now. She shifted herself, trying to pretend like she was only getting comfortable, rather than trying to get off.
“Tsk, tsk, no moving,” Daniel said. They were the first words that he’d said in some time. Emma wasn’t certain why his voice calmed her but it did. However, after telling her to be still, Daniel had lightly pushed her back on the bed so that she was now flat on the bed, skirt hiked up. She felt much more exposed now, even though the actions were the same.
Daniel began moving the dildo in and out, slowly at first and then more rapidly. The motions of the big plastic tool made her moan as he dragged it in and out, faster and more forceful. His actions felt like he was trying to mimic what he did during sex the last time. The feeling was similar, but again Emma tried to pull herself back from climax. She didn’t want to disappoint Daniel on this first attempt; she saw this as a challenge and she was competitive enough to want to win.
As if he knew what she was thinking, Daniel stopped the movements and removed the dildo from her. Again she felt naked, exposed, and ridiculously turned on. She wanted to be fucked by Daniel. She was surprised by the insistence of her desires. Most times, Emma was fine to just follow the traditional sexual path of kissing, oral play and then sex. She didn’t think about what she really wanted or what would be done to whom by whom. It was strange for her to know what her desires were with this clarity.
When Daniel returned to her, she thought about just trying to get what she wanted, but without sight that would be next to impossible. She didn’t even know if Daniel were still clothed or not. She couldn’t undress him with her hands tied behind her back. She had to wait for him despite how long that might take. She sighed as she felt his weight on the bed and steeled herself for the next round of play.
She was surprised when she felt his lips against her breasts. All of his attentions had been below the waist and now he’d changed the game again. She definitely was never sure of what to expect next. He seemed to be hovering over her, licking and teasing one nipple and then the other. She tried stretching a leg out to see if she encountered him, but she felt nothing. Daniel tsked again, chiding her for trying to learn more than he was willing to tell her.
She drew her leg back up and waited for him. She hoped that the leg might remind of him of the pleasures he’d been sampling just a while before. The kissing and licking continued for several more minutes. Emma found the attention enjoyable, pleasurable even, but she was fixated on wanting more.
With her other heightened senses, she heard the squish again of the lube bottle as she had with his fingers. She tried to wait patiently for what would happen next. She felt something else press against the lips of her vagina. She knew that she was wet and willing. Daniel would have no trouble getting inside. She was sure that this time it was his cock. She felt the heat as he inserted just an inch inside of her and then a little more. He waited as he had with the dildo. There was no movement, no push, just the feeling of something inside of her, waiting.
Emma didn’t push her hips as much as she wanted. She didn’t want to make this go away. She figured that with Daniel inside of her that he would be having his own orgasm which would likely mean that she could have one as well. Even so, she tried her best to be patient.
Daniel pushed further into her. She tried in her memory to think of how he’d felt when he was fully inside of her, in to the hilt, but she couldn’t remember. Maybe some of this exercise would allow her to remember the precise feelings of the sex this time.
Daniel pushed further. She felt his balls press between her legs which were now bent and to each side of his waist. She gave him a slight squeeze with her legs. He took both calves in his hands and wrapped her legs around him. Using his hands under her back, he brought her to a sitting position, sitting on his lap with him inside of her. Now he started a rhythm with her. He used the softness of the mattress to bounce with each push. He grunted as all of him filled her. She moaned, hoping that the guttural sounds didn’t count as speaking. She had to let out some of this desire now or she’d burst. He thrust inside of her again and again. Despite the hours of play, Daniel seemed in control of himself. She could feel him inside of her but there was only patient movement, no rush to climax. She relied solely on Daniel’s hands to hold her upright. With her hands still behind her, she had no way to balance herself. With this obvious lack of control, and his member inside of her for her third penetration, she didn’t know how much longer she could last. She wanted it now.
Daniel pushed up again, thrusting deep inside of her. Emma felt something change with his movements. They were getting faster and more desperate. He must be getting close, she thought. He still didn’t speak, just grunting like a caveman as he took her. The sound made it difficult to concentrate on keeping herself under control. It would be difficult to last much longer than this.
Finally Daniel said, “you may –“ Emma assumed that he finished the sentence, but she didn’t remember. A blinding white orgasm came over her, rushing across her skin and through her body to where she couldn’t think, only feel. She could tell from his motions that Daniel was experiencing orgasm too, and she wished she could see his face as he experienced climax. Finally, wh
en they were both spent, Daniel rested her back on the bed.
She could hear his footsteps out of the room, and for a moment, Emma grew panicky, fearing that he would leave her this way. However, in a second he had returned, wiping her gently with a washcloth. He took off the blindfold and rolled her to one side to remove the cuffs.
He gave her a big smile. “I could ask you how it was, but I think I have my answer.”
She smiled up at him. “No question there. I had a good time.”
“Would you like to take this to the next level soon?”
Emma laughed. “You might have to rehydrate me afterwards, but I’d be interested in it, yes.”
“Good.” Daniel came back to bed and sat with her for a while, neither one of them moving to dress. After a long while, Daniel picked up his clothes and began to dress. “Let’s talk this week? Maybe we can get together on Tuesday?”
Emma agreed and just watched as Daniel let himself out of the house.
Emma had received a text from Daniel just before 3pm on Tuesday, saying that he couldn’t make their dinner that evening. Something had come up with the ex-wife drama, and he needed to take care of it. Emma had visions of him wining and dining her as they laughed about poor naïve Emma. The thought of sitting home alone and brooding wasn’t appealing. She needed to get out and have her own fun. She’d been fine on her own up until two weeks ago.
A few phone calls later and she had plans. Emma felt a bit odd going out with her friends for an evening. It had been nearly a month since she’d seen some of them and others, like Jenna who she worked with, she hadn’t spent much time with them outside of work. She’d forgotten the fun of just being herself, not trying to be part of a couple, especially one with a particularly noxious ex-wife involved.
They’d selected a bar with a large outdoor patio attached. The paving stones had been there for years and had been worn smooth by countless patrons. Some of her co-workers had started early, and Emma saw them first, all huddled around a table with two pitchers of margaritas. A warm breeze had made a few of the women shuck their more professional attire, leaving just a t-shirt or sleeveless blouse on. Emma thought this looked like trouble.
