The Hunted

by J. D. Chase

  It fulfilled a need in me but I learned to control it. I also learned that my preferences were milder than most so I stopped when I couldn’t find a partner whose preferences matched my own. Taking yourself and someone else to the edge of their limits is a risky business. I sought control but I found that I couldn’t exercise the type of control that I wanted to.”

  “I don’t understand. Why couldn’t you find someone who shared your preferences if they were mild?”

  He smiled sardonically. “My tastes were too mild. Most members had sexual preferences that involved some form of pain. I had many, many girls that were willing to submit to me but they all required me to inflict pain - the severity varied but the need to inflict pain was not for me. I tried a whole range of techniques and implements but I wasn’t happy about inflicting pain on someone – although they were willing participants.”

  As I absorbed this information, I felt relief that he wasn’t about to announce that he was a sadist … or a masochist. But I also realized what he was. “Lucas, are you telling me that you are a Dom?”

  “I thought I was. I am a dominant male in all aspects of life. I don’t think that I am a Dominant in the true sense of the word. I just like to be in control.”

  I laughed. “I know that. What does a Dom want?” I was enthralled … and shocked to realize that this topic of conversation was distinctly arousing.

  “Oh, you know. There is no ‘one size fits all’ description but the overarching factor is that the Dom is in control and the sub has to do exactly as they are instructed. Most will treat their submissive as a slave, some will collar them, and some even attach a lead and make them crawl after them. Not all involve pain but most do as the pain is intrinsically linked to pleasure. All agree the limits that they are prepared to reach and any acts that are to be avoided altogether before the relationship begins so both parties know what to expect from the other. The submissives are said have the real power - they have a safe word that they will use to immediately end an activity and they can end an agreement at any time, although many become emotionally attached and put up with more than they’d originally agreed in fear of losing their Dom.”

  “Oh my god.”

  “The vast majority enjoys being pushed to their limits, both physically and emotionally, and for this to work, they have to trust their Dom. He facilitates all interactions and he has to know how far to push his sub. Both parties get sexual gratification from testing her limits. Doms would tell you that they are often pushed to their limits too - they always run the risk of getting carried away unintentionally and exceeding those limits. I’ve seen it happen numerous times. Some of these relationships only existed within the confines of the club - others were in full time relationships. I could never get used to seeing a man call his wife ‘slave’ and ‘slut’ and treat her with contempt in front of an audience, making her to demeaning chores and acts. Yet, as soon as they stepped out of the club, their relationship was just the average run of the mill married couple.”

  My mind was reeling with this new information. Lucas has had several Dominant/submissive relationships. I’d heard of BDSM, of course I had, but I had assumed it was just for weirdos. I’d previously pictured a stereotypical Dominant (wearing a gimp mask and so on). I tried to picture Lucas exerting his will over a submissive but I couldn’t picture it. Instead, an image of me, spread and tied to a four-poster bed formed in my mind. Then a Lucas materialized and began to fuck me with wild abandon. Oh my god! The scenario played out in my mind. It was so freaking hot watching myself spread open and helpless as Lucas fucked me as though his life depended upon it. I could almost hear my moans and-

  “ISSY!” Lucas called sharply. “Are you listening to me?”

  “Hm, what?” I shook my mind to clear the image.

  “Are you okay? I’m sorry if you found it too shocking but you did ask.”

  I was far from okay. My heart was hammering in my chest and I had to fight to resist the urge to squirm. I pressed my thighs together in an attempt to cut off the distracting sensations that I could feel between my legs. I was so seriously turned on by the fantasy that had just filled my mind. I want that fantasy to be a reality!

  “When did you stop?” I was amazed that I could speak coherently.

  I was sure that a shadow passed over his face for a moment before his usual calm mask slipped back into place. “A good few years ago now. I’ve been celibate since. I decided to dominate my way through the business world instead,” he said wryly.

  “You’ve been celibate for years? But how? Why haven’t your balls exploded? I couldn’t manage to go one year without sex.”

  “Ah, my dear Issy, celibacy is another way of exerting control, albeit over myself. I also have an extensively equipped gym within my apartment and I work off any sexual frustration. Well, until you caught my eye. I spent two hours solid working out yesterday evening, but I still had an impressive erection when I thought of you, although I could barely stand up straight.”

  I burst out laughing at the vision of him staggering around a gym with a huge erection in his shorts. It served to lighten the atmosphere between us.

  “Lucas, I would never judge you - even if you had taken part in more extreme sexual acts. I just wanted to know a brief synopsis of your sexual history - no biggie. I know so little about you. Besides, I probably shouldn‘t admit this but when you were talking about the club and your need to dominate, I found it … well, I found it a little arousing. More than a little arousing. I don’t subscribe to the whole slave thing … or gimp masks … or being caned to within an inch of my life but you do like to dominate during sex. You grasp my hands, you punish me by stopping the action if I try to interrupt you and I know you get a kick out of seeing my frustration.”

  Lucas’ eyes flew wide open and his grip tightened on my hands for just a second. “Well, that’s unexpected. What exactly did you find arousing?

  “I don’t know exactly. I can’t believe that I’m admitting to this but I tried to picture you with a sub but I couldn’t. Then out of nowhere an image of me … no, I can’t … it’s too embarrassing.”

  “Oh come on, what did you say about being honest and upfront?”

  I could have knocked that cocky grin right off his face. But he had a point so I recounted what I’d seen and how it’d made me feel. By the time I’d finished, my cheeks were scarlet and I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye.

  Silence ensued until Lucas moved to sit next to me. I forced my eyes to flick over to him. He looked gobsmacked; he just kept shaking his head slightly.

  “Well, well, well, Miss Prince. Perhaps you’re not so vanilla after all!” His eyes were dancing in the candlelight.

  He leaned in closer, a predatory look on his face. “I think that it is healthy to explore your sexuality. Perhaps you’d enjoy me collaring you and making you submit to my every desire.”

  I shook my head. “It wasn’t the thought of being collared that made me hot! The part about dominating me and so that I submit to your desires … and my own, now that makes me hot! I think I may have desires that I don’t even know about. Before you, I always took the lead but now …”

  “Hmmm, I wonder. Since you seem to like being dominated sexually, shall we explore your hidden desires? See exactly what turns you.” His voice was thick with emotion and longing.

  I felt torn. Sensing my discomfort, he whispered, “Neither of us will do anything we don’t want to. You don’t want me to attempt to seduce you but you say that you are turned on by the idea of BDSM. Let’s just see where it goes - do what comes naturally. If we like something then we’ll do it; if we don’t - we stop. Simple. Nothing heavy - let’s just have some fun seeking maximum pleasure for us both. Whenever I restrain your hands and forced you to keep your hips still – by your own admission, it drives you wild. Now that’s slightly kinky. I wonder what other surprises might be in store for us both.” He was so animated, so alive.

  I thought for a second. If I was
honest with myself, I found even just talking about it as sexy as hell. “Um … I do like you taking control but I found the restraining frustrating. Yet, the orgasm built fast and was so intense that it was worth it. I want to be able to touch you sometimes. I adore the feel of your hair when it’s entwined in my fingers. I love feeling your hard muscles move under my hands and … what are you laughing at?”

  “I can think of one hard muscle in particular that would love to move under your hands!”

  I slipped my hand from his grasp and grabbed a pillow. I hurled it at his chest. “Pig! I was being serious!”

  He caught and hugged the pillow to his chest. “I am deadly serious. My hard cock … your hands … no joking matter!”

  I attempted to extricate the pillow from his grip but he stood and evaded my hands. Quick as lightening, I grabbed the edge of his towel instead and grinned triumphantly when it fell from his hips. He feigned modesty and placed the pillow so that it covered his genitals.

  “Oh, come on … it’s not like I’ve not seen it all before!” I laughed. “And besides, I’m lying here stark naked so it’s only fair that you join me.”

  He rolled his eyes playfully before backing up and disappearing into the hallway, pillow still firmly in place.

  I took advantage of his absence to consider our recent conversation. It certainly was a day for curved balls! I still couldn’t believe that I had agreed to give him a one month’s … what? Trial? I guess that was what this was. And now I’d managed to talk myself into entering into a Dom/sub relationship of sorts … a mild version of such a relationship but still, something that was new to me.

  Damn my body for getting turned on by his tales of dominance and sexual pleasures!

  I was so used to being in control of every aspect of my life. Okay, compared with Lucas, my controlling tendencies were mild but then I wasn’t head of a multimillion dollar empire. I was used to making my own decisions - probably because there was nobody else in my life to make them for me. With no family and no boyfriends, I’d had to take responsibility for everything in my life.

  Perhaps that’s the attraction to Lucas … the reason for letting him get closer than anyone else. He takes control so I don’t have to. It makes a refreshing change - I can just relax and let someone else make the decisions. And yes, the fact that he is breathtakingly gorgeous and amazing in bed might have something to do with it. But could I be fully submissive? Is that what he really wants from me? At least he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want to inflict pain on me or force me to do demeaning acts. Perhaps this could work.

  I was interrupted by Lucas coming through the door, carrying two glasses of wine - no pillow in sight; he was gloriously and unabashedly naked! Oh my! Yep, I’m going to have hot and steamy sex with an Adonis who is hung like a horse! There are some definite positives to this month long trial period!

  Lucas placed both glasses on a bedside cabinet. He sat next to me and leaned down, I thought, for a kiss. He skillfully passed a trickle of cold Chardonnay into my mouth before kissing me gently. He cupped my face in his hands, a look of concern etched into his features. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hold you to it. Vanilla is fine. In fact, vanilla with you is fantastic. I-”

  I interrupted him by closing the gap between us and kissing him firmly on the lips. “Don’t you dare back out on me now, Lucas,” I breathed. “I’m quite looking forward to what you have in store for me.”

  His eyes grew wide as I spoke. “You are an amazing woman, do you know that?” He kissed the tip of my nose and then crushed me to his chest briefly. “Okay, you asked for it.”

  He stood and placed his hands on his hips. His face showed no trace of the concern he had shown a few moments before. Instead, he looked stern - almost angry. And so damn hot! A man not to be disobeyed! Oooooh, yes sir! I clenched the muscles of my sex in delightful anticipation.

  “Stand up,” he commanded.

  I shot off the bed and stood before him. What was he going to do to me? Or make me do to him? I shivered slightly.

  “Walk around to the foot of the bed.”

  I obeyed instantly.

  “Bend over and grasp the footboard. Yes, like that. Now move your feet further apart.”

  Oh my word! I felt so exposed and vulnerable yet I couldn’t wait to experience what would happen next. My ass was displayed for him and I wondered briefly whether he was going to spank me. No! He wouldn’t inflict pain on me.

  “Close your eyes and keep them closed. Do not let go of the bed.”

  “Okay,” I whispered. My heart was racing and my skin tingled, desperate for contact.

  “Don’t speak again until I tell you.”

  Oh! Does he have to be quite so bossy? I found it exhilarating though. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t move and I couldn’t speak. What could I do? I could smell the scented candles now and of course I could hear Muse in the background. Never before had I thought of Knights of Cydonia as sexy. Oooh - and I could feel. His hands were gently trailing up and down my spine. It was such a sensual contact. I relaxed instantly.

  Then I felt my hair being carefully gathered and placed over one shoulder. Then a different sensation on the back of my neck … tiny kisses … then across my shoulders. Then … oh my god … the tip of his tongue traced the outline of my spine - from top to bottom. I couldn’t help but shiver in delight.

  His hands drifted up and down my back and along my sides until they settled on my breasts. He cupped them gently, just taking their weight as they hung forward. I felt him close the gap between our bodies and his front lay against my back. He kissed the side of my neck before tracing the outline of my ear with his tongue. He then sucked and nibbled my earlobe and kissed behind my ear.

  I was glad my legs were braced because my knees were slowly turning to jelly. And then … then … oh boy! I felt his majestic cock rest between my ass cheeks. Oh so slowly he thrust forward so that it slid gently against my ass and then back again. How I longed to reposition myself so that his cock was entering me or rubbing against my clit. But it was a nice sensation … a promise of things to come.

  He began to gently pinch and twirl my nipples which sent a bolt, like lightning, down between my legs. My need for his grew and I felt myself pushing back my ass against him, silently urging him for more. Immediately, he stopped and I heard a low growl so I stilled.

  “Good girl,” he muttered, before continuing to kiss my neck. Then one hand left my breast and I felt his cock repositioned, so that it now slid between my wet folds. Oh yes!

  His hand then traveled around to the front and his fingertips began to circle around my clit as he pushed his cock against me - sliding across my opening. It was heaven and it was hell because I wanted more … much more. I wanted to feel him inside me, filling me and driving me to the edge of sanity.

  As if he could read my mind, he suddenly altered the angle of his hips and the thick head of his cock was probing against me, as if it were seeking my entrance. His hands went to my hips as he pushed himself forward slowly.

  I sighed as it found its target and moved inside me fractionally. I felt Lucas’ fingertips dig into my hip bones and I wondered if he was trying to exercise control again after I’d sighed out loud. I wanted all of him inside me so badly. Without thinking, I pushed back to deepen the penetration. He stilled and I heard a another low growl. I relaxed and he continued slowly. I was taking his impressive length, centimeter by centimeter and I could feel myself stretching to accommodate him. I guessed that he was around halfway in when he suddenly withdrew - right to the tip. I pouted at the feeling of loss.

  I needn’t have worried, for the next second, he slammed his entire length into me, making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. My god, he was big! It felt amazing. Again, he withdrew almost all the way and slammed into me again. I could feel his balls slapping against me. It was all I could do to maintain my grip on the bed, such was the ferocity of his thrusts.

  As the track changed, he changed his rhyth
m to a smoother pattern but still driving deep. One hand turned its attention back to my breast and the other to my clit. His face was against my shoulder blade and he grazed my skin with his teeth in between the feather light kisses. There was nothing I could do but feel and enjoy.

  I stifled pants and moans for fear that it might be classed as talking. I concentrated instead on the Muse track, Supermassive Black Hole. Why had I never realized how erotic that track was? Lucas appeared to be matching his thrusts to the rhythm and it was all I could do, not to grind my hips in response. I wondered briefly how we might look - a hypnotic, erotic, ecstatic dance. I could picture Lucas’ long legs and perfect ass pumping back and forth … and his tanned muscular back bending over me, his muscles taut … and his dark hair, damp with sweat, curling against his neck. My oh my, I shouldn’t have thought of that!

  I felt the familiar tension building inside and I found it impossible to hold in my breathy pants. Lucas began to speed up his thrusts and I had to increase my grip on the footboard. I heard a low moan and realized that it was me … I held my breath, waiting for him to show his disproval, but it never happened.