by Eden Elgabri
Her nipples ached and her pussy dripped with longing for a man she barely knew. A man she lusted after at first sight. A man who opened a door to a brand new world.
The second she saw him, her nipples hardened in response. He didn't need to say a word. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, a hint of amusement. A slight touch on the shoulder, softer than a caress made her body quake, no doubt as he intended.
"Perfect timing. I was afraid you'd hit traffic. I heard there was an accident on Route 95."
"I didn't go that way. I used the back roads. It's always faster at certain times of the day. Lunch is one of them."
"Have you had lunch?"
"No, I had a late breakfast though, so I'm good."
"Me too. I might be hungry by the time we finish with the tour. Chello's isn't too far from here. Might stop in for a late lunch or early dinner if I could get a certain someone to save me from having to eat on my own."
Butterflies danced in her stomach. He was asking her to dinner. Her chin dipped down and she looked up from lowered lids in a coquettish fashion. “That would be great."
"Now, you haven't come since we last spoke on the phone? You haven't touched yourself?"
To go from the mundane conversation about traffic and dinner to her masturbating was like an electric shock straight to the crotch. If he'd started with it she would have been more prepared. But, he'd taken her guard away and made her relax before he hit her with the blatant reminder of sex and his control over her. Like Pavlov's dogs, he rang the bell and she salivated. Only in her case the area between her legs turned on and in seconds she felt like she was sitting in soup.
"No. I haven't. . . no one has done anything to make me wet.” She wanted to add until now, but held back to not add to his amusement.
"Wonderful. You'll be happy you didn't. You wanted to? Didn't you?"
Ugh. Why did he torture her with answers he already knew? “Yes, I wanted to come since I spoke to you."
"But you didn't. You obeyed. Why?” he asked.
The fuck if she knew what was happening to her. She sighed. “I don't know. I thought of doing it to piss you off, to see if you could tell . . . . “ She shook her head. “But then I didn't. I really don't know why."
John reached behind her and unzipped the dress she was wearing. He pushed the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. It pooled around her heeled feet.
His eyes scanned her nakedness and darkened with lust. “Good girl.” The huskiness of his lowered voice set off the bell inside her head and her body readied for him. She tingled and ached and thrummed, a mass of anticipation
"Where shall I take you first? What shall I do to you?” The rhetorical questions sat and she knew no answer was expected from her.
His mouth came down to her and his tongue licked the outline of her lips before slanting over hers and commanding them to open. He ate the breath, the life from her until her eyes glazed and her legs shook.
His hand stroked the length of her back from the base of her neck to the tip of her spine, soothing yet tormenting just the same.
He stepped away as quickly as he had stepped up to her. “So let's take a look around.” He walked away from her and off to one of the doorways. He opened the door and she followed him in. A length of red rope sat on a small table. Bondage.
How would he tie her and what would he do with her body once she could no longer defend herself against him?
"Dani, place your hands together as if in prayer."
Tentatively, she did as she was told and he approached her with the rope. He wrapped the silken cords around her wrists and then under and around before he tied off a knot. He let another two feet or so of cord run through his fingers before tying off another knot and then slipping the second one into a hook hanging from the ceiling.
Her arms were pulled tight over her head making it impossible to move her body more than a few inches in either direction.
A two foot whip with thin rawhide strips on the end blended in with the wall until John's hand reached for it.
Dani could feel her eyes widen and her heart beat fast. “No, John, please, not that. Don't hurt me."
He continued to approach her frowning and raised it above his head.
"Red!” she screamed.
"Good, good girl.” He grinned and his frown lines disappeared. “You must know I'd never mar that beautiful flesh. I'd never physically hurt you. There are many men here that enjoy inflicting pain. You should be aware of that should you decide to switch to another dom. Now I'm going to tap you lightly with the whip. I promise I won't hurt you. Do you trust me to know your limits? Do you trust me, Dani?” he repeated.
Her heart beat faster and faster, yet as terrified of the whip as she was she knew he was telling the truth. “Yes,” she whispered. “I trust you."
He tapped the whip against her leg, no more than a caress. “Didn't hurt, did it?"
She smiled at him. “No, not at all."
He tapped her a little bit harder but still the whip did not cause any pain. Then it slapped across the back of her ass and the little bite in it caused her skin to tingle. She didn't want to admit it, but there was something exciting about the spanking. Something that went straight to her crotch.
"Good enough?” he asked.
"One more, just a little harder.” He let the whip go cracking it against her ass once more. This one had more of a bite and she yelped, “Red."
He hung the whip back on the wall and bent behind her licking and kissing across the sting, soothing little sucks meant to ease the pain.
"Let's try another room.” John unhooked her from the overhead tether and pulled on her lead out of the tiny room and into another.
In the center of the room stood what looked like a shortened version of a balance beam. John brought her to it and bent her over the soft padding. He pulled a tether from the ceiling and once again secured Dani to it. Would he simply slap her ass or more?
Dani shivered and heard a low chuckle from John. “What's the matter, Dani? Afraid of another spanking? Or are you afraid of something else?” he asked.
John moved in front of her and picked up a small bottle from the little table there. He poured a small amount of oil on his finger. “Can you guess what I'm going to do with this?” He grinned at her and she squirmed.
Oh, she knew. But would she like it? He stood looking at her and she remembered he expected a response. “Um, you're going to put it. . . . “ She couldn't say the words so settled for, “inside me."
John roared. “Oh come on, Dani. You can't even say it out loud."
He moved behind her and spread one cheek. “I'm going to take this finger and I'm going to stick it as far up your ass as it will go. Does that excite you?” he asked as he slid his finger inside her.
She groaned from the invasion and the feel of his finger moving inside her ass. The oil made it slide easily and it felt. . . good.
He pulled it out and she whimpered. “I'm not done, sweet girl. Don't worry, I'm not done. In front of her he doused his hand in oil and her eyes widened.
Oh, he couldn't possibly think. . . . “Red,” she yelled before he could even get behind her.
"I'm not going to fist you, Dani. Don't worry. You haven't even had a cock, so how would you ever stretch enough for that? Besides not many actually enjoy that and my goal is for you to enjoy."
He slid one finger in and as it came back out he added another. The two fingers moved in and out until he finally added a third.
Dani's ass burned from the invasion but the movement felt so good. “Do you want my cock in there? Should I replace the fingers?"
He increased the pace and Dani yelled out, “Yes."
"No, I don't think so. Not yet."
His fingers moved, tantalizing nerve endings she hadn't known she had. She was taking to her research more than she wanted. She'd hoped she wouldn't like any of it and that would break the intense desire she had for John. No such luck. If anything th
e excitement and fear only increased it. No one had ever done the things John was doing to her and no one had ever turned her on more. He removed his fingers and she groaned.
He helped her up and turned her around. His eyes twinkled in amusement. Dani tried hard to keep her expression blank, to not let on the way she was feeling but somehow he saw it. He knew how much she wanted him to get on with it and bring her to orgasm and he was deliberately teasing her straight out of her mind.
"One more room has something a little different. The rest are all pretty much the same.” He untied the rope around her hands and dropped the tether on the table on the way out of the room.
Dani rubbed her wrists and followed. She'd seen the device that hung in the center of the room. An adult swing. With emphasis on the adult part. Rather than being intimidated, she let out a sigh of relief. Only reason to get in this thing would be intercourse. Finally, she'd be getting off. Stepping up her pace, Dani walked in front of John and sat tenuously on the swing.
"My, we are eager, aren't we?” John secured the strap across her waist. “Hold on to the arm straps until I secure your ankles, and then I'll secure your wrists."
Dani grabbed hold of the straps as John lifted one leg high and pulled the strap tight across her ankle. When the strap tightened around the other leg, her pussy and ass lay completely exposed. He reached up quickly and secured her wrists before she had time to think about protesting or having a change of heart.
The tip of his finger traced from her knee to the top of her thigh. “Which hole am I in the mood to take?” He probed her pussy with one finger and her ass with another, tormenting her as he moved them in and out. “You're worried that I'll take your ass. Worried and excited at the same time. I can see it in your eyes. But the swing is made for a nice fast fuck and I don't want to do that to your ass on the first time, so I'll fuck your pussy."
Relief sat uneasily. A tiny part of regret niggled. His finger felt so good, maybe his cock would too. Somehow Dani knew when she least expected it; he'd give it to her. His fingers slid out of her and John donned a condom. He slid into her and pulled on the strap of the swing so that he entered her fully and to maximum capacity. He pushed and pulled on the strap, as if shaking it increasing the speed with which his cock pistoned in and out of her.
The contraption allowed them a speed three to four times faster than would be humanly possible without it. His shaft dragged across her clit each time until her pussy clenched and quaked, tightening around John's thick length until his low growl of pleasure mingled with her high pitched moans.
He pulled the condom off and threw it in the trash. Kneeling in front of the swing he grinned at her. “You didn't think I was done, did you?"
Dani sucked in a breath and emitted a high-pitched whine that resembled that of a chastised dog. “I need a minute. It's too soon. I'm too. . . “
John laughed and the deep sound filled the room as fully as his cock had moments before filled her pussy. “You still think you have some control here. I take what I want when I want it. These holes are mine now. They belong to me. If I want to make you come for hours without a break then you'll come for hours."
The thought of coming again weighed against the sensitivity of her clit. As her mind debated the issue John's tongue lapped at the puckered opening of her ass. She twitched but couldn't move much.
"You can't move away from me. And if I want to lick that hole, I'll lick that hole.” He rolled his tongue around her anus and stuck the tip inside. She wiggled and he laughed. “The point is, you can't move and are laid out like a picnic. I can do what I want with your body."
Dani whimpered and John stood up and slowly walked around her. As much as she knew deep down he wouldn't hurt her and would stop if she said the safe word, her vulnerability in this position made her heart race. There was no way out of the situation she was in. Completely at his mercy, Dani could hardly breathe.
One of his hands grabbed the wooden chair by the door and he pulled it up in front of her. He sat, relaxed in it, staring at her opened legs as if trying to decide what he would do to her next. “You're glistening."
"What?” The word came out like a strangled whisper.
His finger grazed along the inside on her thigh. “Your nectar is oozing out of you, running down to your ass, and making your pussy lips which have opened like the petals on a flower, shine like morning dew."
She tried to shut her legs but couldn't move them. Her holes, open and exposed to him, made her twitch for more. The more he fucked her the more she wanted. Where did this insatiable desire come from? From John. All from John.
His eyes remained on her genitals, pleased at what he saw. He took one finger and poked at her anus. “Nice and wet. I think it's time to introduce you to the rump rouser."
"What? The what?” she asked knowing full well that something was going to end up filling her ass.
He stood in one smooth motion and sauntered slowly over to the table. He extracted something from the box on the top of it. Tearing open the package he took out a butt plug and rubbed the tip along her slit until it was soaked. Then he prodded her anus. The little black number slid in easily. He'd stretched her with his fingers and the plug didn't even take up as much space. She couldn't even figure out why he was grinning until she heard the click and the buzzing started.
The damn thing was a vibrator. And it was stimulating as all get-out.
"Enjoy it, babe.” John picked up his pants and fished in the pockets for his cell phone. Punching in a few numbers John walked to the entranceway and moved through it to the other side of the door.
Dani's eyes widened. He couldn't be serious. He was going to leave her there? Alone and buzzing? While he spoke to who knows who about who knows what? Her ass throbbed as she heard his gentle laughter out in the hall. Seconds seemed like hours as she lay there exposed, growing hornier and angrier by the second.
"John,” she yelled as loud as she could. But it didn't have the desired effect. Instead of him coming in and giving her the attention she needed, his footsteps headed in the other direction. She screamed in frustration for no other reason than to hear her own voice.
He came back with a flogger and she realized her vocalizing would cost her. The leather strips hit her pussy and brought it back to life. He didn't hit hard enough to hurt only to stimulate. Again and again, each hit swelling her lips with lust and engorging his cock. Dropping the flogger to the floor, he grabbed another condom from his pants pocket and rolled it over his penis.
While the rump rouser continued to drive her mad, John impaled her with one thrust. Filling her, he didn't move, but ran his thumb over her swollen clit until her inner walls convulsed. As her orgasm launched John began pumping inside her.
He moaned. “I love having you come all over my cock. Feeling your pussy tighten and twitch. You're my bitch. Say it."
She hesitated, not sure if he meant for her to repeat him or not.
He thrust hard inside her. “Answer me, girl. Whose bitch are you?"
The words tumbled forth as the sheer delight of orgasm blanketed her. “I'm your bitch, sir."
"Damn right. You're here for my pleasure. That's the real reason you're here. You're my whore."
Dani hated that term. And she wasn't a whore. Far from it. “I'm your whore, sir.” She thought the words would taste bitter, but surprisingly they were freeing. “I'm your whore, sir,” she repeated. In saying them a second time came an understanding. Acting the courtesan for him in no way made her less of a lady. Instead, it made her more of a woman.
For years she had categorized women into good and bad, sinners and saints, ladies and whores, but the truth was all women were whores for some man. It came with loving. For what was loving if not submission? Giving your heart paralleled giving your body when you gave it completely.
As John pulsed inside her, a new realization dawned. She couldn't stop herself from loving him. She might not have known him long and certainly didn't know him well, in spite o
f their physical intimacy. But she knew chemically whatever occurred in the brain when you fall in love had happened to her.
She glanced up at him fighting to control his breathing. This man could destroy her. His eyes narrowed as the corners of her mouth spread into a wide grin. She couldn't stop herself. It wasn't the time to be grinning at him like a lovesick schoolgirl. But as much as she knew it, she couldn't hold back. He'd understand the smile held more than just satisfaction and more than likely he wouldn't like it.
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Chapter Four
Was there a full fucking moon or what? The club held its share of unique individuals on a normal night, but tonight bordered on the surreal. A small group gathered around a table near the left of the bar. A woman stood on the table in spike heeled black boots, black thigh high stockings, and a black laced corset. Wearing that much black, she might as well have been the grim reaper. From the rafters hung restraints that held her outstretched arms. Her pussy and ass remained bare.
Even the people who weren't crowded around the table watched from wherever they perched in the bar. The whip cracked against her ass, creating another red line. The man wielding it had an almost fevered glaze to his eyes and a big bulge in his pants. Another man held a vibrator to her clit making it impossible to know if her groans and shrieks were from the pain or the pleasure.
"This makes me want to puke,” the tall blonde whispered in John's ear. “You watch the ones around the table while I search the faces of the rest of the crowd."
John nodded and ran his hand over her hip, wondering why he didn't enjoy it more. She was a beautiful woman and even though she was his partner, touching a body like that should have produced an effect, whether he wanted it or not. He squeezed the cheek of her ass and his cock began to thicken although his heart clearly wasn't in it. She rewarded him with a cup to the balls a little tighter than he would have liked and he coughed and nodded. He got the point. “Just trying to make it look real. Watch your hands. You are supposed to be a Sub, not a Dom."
