by Tamsin Baker
Simone smiled. She still felt the warm glow of her back side.
“I wouldn’t say that completely. My ass is still stinging.”
Patrick laughed again, the sound bringing another smile to Simone’s lips despite her being completely serious. She laid her head on his chest and snuggled in.
“So, it was all right, Patrick? Even without lots of kinky stuff?”
She kept her head down but felt his lips on the top of her head.
“It was incredible, Simone. Thank you for the most precious gift you gave me.”
She laughed and raised her head, looking him directly in the eyes.
“I’m the one who should be saying thank you. That was amazing. But I have nothing to compare it to.” She blushed and dropped her head again, insecurities rising to the surface, “So, it was okay for you?”
A rumble sounded, deep in Patrick’s chest and he rolled them, pinning her to the bed with his weight.
His blue eyes were hard as he studied her. “That was awesome. If sex with you is this good after only one try, I can’t even imagine how good it will be in six months’ time.”
Joy, pure and intense, pulsed through Simone. She couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. “So, you want to see me again?”
Patrick frowned at her.
“I told you I did. I don’t play games, Simone.”
Simone quirked her eyebrow at him, unable to believe he said such a thing.
A wry smile spread over his mouth. “Not those sorts of games. You will always know how I feel, Simone. I will be straight with you and you can speak to me about anything.”
Simone nodded and ran one of her hands down the side of his beloved face.
“Will you be faithful in this relationship? Or are there different rules with your lifestyle?”
Patrick dropped his head and kissed her, gently at first, then stoked the fires of their passion with his thrusting tongue and nipping teeth.
He pulled back and stared down at her. She watched his talented hands pick up the pin wheel. A tingle of apprehension shot through her as he laid it against her upper arm and began to run it down her bicep.
“I will be faithful if that’s what you need. Scenes at the club aren’t sexual in nature for me, but we can discuss everything before and after. We will find our own boundaries.”
The pin wheel was a little painful as it made its way across her skin, yet it heightened her excitement and arousal as Patrick leaned forward and followed the trail with his tongue. Heat washed over Simone, ripping a gasp from her.
Patrick lifted his head and stared her straight in the eyes.
“Lesson two, my beautiful pet?”
He waited and Simone counted her heartbeats, one, two, three. Forcing herself to relax, she could trust this man and together they would learn what made the other happy.
She wanted to be his and if that meant loving something that he needed, then she would learn to love it too. The bondage had been fun and whilst the spanking had been a bit weird, she had liked the attention. Somehow she would find a way to give him what he needed.
“Yes please, sir.” But she ruined the affect with a yawn.
Patrick smiled kindly down at her and turned around so that they were spooning. His hard, muscled body felt so good at her back, but Simone panicked. She had failed already.
“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t mean ...”
Patrick’s hand soothed her by making circles on her belly and she self-consciously sucked it in. “Shh, Simone, calm down. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Simone frowned at the use of her name and his tone. Their play was done for the night it would seem.
“I thought you wanted to show me some more things,” she whispered as her eyes slid shut. She really was tired.
Patrick stroked her thigh gently and kissed the back of her neck. “Baby, I’m the one who should be apologizing. That was your first time and I’m being selfish to want to push you too soon. Let’s get some sleep and we can play some in the morning if you’re up to it.”
“Okay ...” Simone murmured, relieved that she hadn’t disappointed him. If this was the start of a new relationship then she was rapt with their first date.” She sighed as she settled against him and sank deep into the abyss of sleep.
Chapter Three
Simone awoke to the most beautiful sensation of hot skin at her back and a warm arm slung across her waist, holding her close. She smiled to herself as reality set in. It was better than any dream she had ever had.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Patrick’s sexy voice slid into her ear and Simone blushed as she felt his morning erection pressing against her buttocks.
She wriggled against it, her own body heating in anticipation. “Good morning, Patrick.”
He groaned and slid his hand around her hip and in between her legs. She squirmed a little, and then gasped and clamped her legs tighter together as her Dom’s talented fingers caressed her clit. Awareness throbbed through her belly as her still half asleep body came fully awake.
“Oh my god!” She squealed and wriggled but he just held her closer and chuckled in her ear.
“You’re playing with fire, missy.”
Simone gasped again, closed her eyes, and gyrated her hips back against his groin. There was no point playing coy after last night, she wanted him again.
She was quickly pushed flat on her belly and her legs were spread wide as Patrick pinned her down with his weight.
Desire curled low in her belly. There was no feeling in the world like the pressure of a man on top of her. The weight, the comfort. This position was different, but she still loved the feel of him. She was sore, yet she needed this so much. She needed to feel wanted, desired.
Patrick dropped a quick kiss on her neck before he leaned across her body and she heard the squirt of a bottle.
“Are you too sore, baby?”
Simone turned her head to the side and whispered. “No, please ...”
Patrick moved off her for a moment and Simone watched him as he sheathed himself with a condom and moved back to gently rub the cool lube over her sensitive flesh. She jumped, unable to lie still as he ran his fingertips over her pussy, then under her to circle her clit.
“Tell me what you need, baby girl.”
Simone tilted her pelvis up and buried her face in the covers. He couldn’t possibly think that she would be saying anything.
“Tell me Simone, we aren’t playing at the moment. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Simone shook her head and lifted herself a little higher. “Please don’t make me say it.”
Patrick chuckled and put a hand under her hip. “Lift up, sweetheart.”
Simone lifted her hips slowly, not liking the vulnerability of the position. It made her feel too open and exposed.
Patrick slid a pillow under her pelvis and pushed her legs open. She took a deep breath to calm herself as Patrick lay on top of her, his hands braced on either side of her head.
He bent down and whispered into her ear. “You ready for this, gorgeous girl? I want to ride you ‘til you scream my name.”
Simone clenched the pillow beneath her head and tilted her pelvis up once again. Her body was throbbing, aching for penetration. “God, yes please.”
The thick head of Patrick’s penis nudged her outer lips and she opened herself to him. It was as natural as breathing. He thrust slowly into her, filling her until she arched her back with a scream.
“Oh God!” She was so stretched, so full, yet that ache was sated. So good.
He began to retreat and Simone instantly wanted him back. She was empty without him.
“More,” she begged, moving back to follow him and he thrust forward again.
“Ah ...” Simone moaned and Patrick bent down to bite her ear gently as he truly began to ride her.
She closed her eyes and let the little moans and gasps that rose to the surface escape her lips and surround them. Patrick liked her loud and she could d
efinitely do that.
He was moving faster now and Simone’s whole world seemed centered around that place between her thighs. She tilted her hips up a little more and heat flooded her lower body. Tingles of sensation wove magic down her legs and fireworks exploded inside her belly.
“Ah, Patrick, oh ...”
Patrick grunted above her and moved faster, his thick cock penetrating her deep, rubbing over that extra sensitive spot inside her. She gasped and a moan escaped her lips, sweat beaded her forehead and her cheeks flushed with heat.
“Come on, baby.” He moved harder and harder, doing a little snap with his hips that tightened her belly to an extreme point of pleasure. Lights began to sparkle on the edge of her vision and she arched up.
“Patrick!” She screamed his name over and over as pulses of pleasure rippled through her belly and down the backs of her legs. Pushing her up and out of this world, then letting her free fall into a body still wracked with spasms of pleasure.
Patrick gave one more thrust, pushing hard into her and Simone felt him pulsing deep inside. She would love to feel the glide of his skin, feel the actual pulsing of his cock inside her, but it was too soon.
She collapsed forward with a groan and he gently slid out of her.
Panting, she watched as he moved from the bed, cleaned himself up, and slid back onto the bed with her.
She closed her eyes and grumbled as her newly sensitive tissues complained. “Now I’m sore!”
Patrick smiled kindly and rubbed her back as she pulled the blanket up and moved the pillow back to the top of the bed.
“What’s on for your day?”
Simone stretched, feeling sore but awake and buzzing. She turned onto her side to look at Patrick, his amazing blue eyes roaming over her face.
“I have a baby shower for my cousin around lunchtime.”
Patrick dropped a soft kiss on her lips as naturally as can be.
“Are you free for dinner?”
Simone nodded, elated that he really did want more than just one night with her. He had said he did; he had said a lot of things. She didn’t think he was lying, but it was natural for her to be a little bit cautious.
He smiled happily but said nothing else. Really, that was it? She wasn’t letting him get away with that.
“Why, Patrick? Would you like to do something for dinner?”
For a moment her brilliant ex-professor looked confused, his brows drawn together. Then he gave her a shy, heart breakingly beautiful smile. “Would you like to go out for dinner tonight, Simone?”
She gave him her biggest smile, thrilled that he had understood what she had needed so quickly.
“I’d love to.”
He kissed her again, longer and hotter this time. His talented tongue stealing in to taste hers while his lips nipped at hers.
She pulled away a little as his fingers found her sore nipples. Hadn’t he had enough of her yet?
“Sorry, baby. You really are sore aren’t you?”
She nodded and pulled the sheet up again that had slipped down a little. She shouldn’t be feeling self-conscious after everything they had just shared, but it was still there. Once the passion cooled, she was embarrassed.
“I feel amazing, but yeah …”
Patrick jumped up in all his naked glory, obviously not feeling any of the shyness that she was. Simone drank him in. The gorgeous, tight butt. The huge muscled shoulders and strong legs. It was a man who could model for a Greek God.
“I think a shower is in order and then some breakfast. Would you like to join me?”
Simone nodded but she waited until he disappeared to jump out of bed and make her way to the bathroom.
She stuck her head in and called out. “Is there another toilet, Patrick?”
“Yeah babe, just down the hall to the left.”
Simone couldn’t help the smile that stretched across her lips as she made her way to the toilet and forced her body to relax. Everything stung a bit, yet she couldn’t be happier. Not only was she no longer a virgin, but Patrick wanted a relationship with her. A real one and not only did he want a relationship, he wanted her to be enough for him that he didn’t need anyone else.
She washed her hands and made her way back to the bathroom where Patrick was already washing himself. She was still a little concerned about the BDSM side of things, what would happen if she couldn’t learn to love it all?
“Jump in.”
Patrick indicated to the nonexistent shower door and Simone stepped around the sheet of glass, holding herself straight so that her breasts looked perkier.
Patrick moved out of the water and began to shampoo his hair.
“What are your plans for today?” Simone directed the question at her lover while she stepped under the water, the heat washing away all the evidence of the night before.
“Work mostly. Papers to correct. All that.”
Simone picked up the soap and began to wash her body. She winced as her newly de-flowered body stung.
“Really sore?”
Simone turned towards him again with surprise. “Don’t you know?”
Patrick laughed, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously at her. “Are you kidding me? I don’t think I’ve ever slept with a virgin before.”
Simone ducked her head back under the spray to hide her flush of pleasure. She hoped their relationship lasted, but if it didn’t he still wouldn’t forget her. She loved the fact that she would always be remembered by him, if only for that.
“Well, now I feel special.”
Patrick laughed, loud and hard. Simone grinned again, loving that sound more than any other she had ever heard. Well, the sounds he had made during their lovemaking had been pretty amazing too. The very memory of it was enough to make her belly curl in arousal.
Patrick stepped out of the shower, dried himself down and wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’ll go and get some breakfast ready. Meet you in the kitchen?”
Simone smiled softly at her lover, the ease between them so natural that she felt instantly at home. “Yeah sure, thanks.”
Patrick headed out and Simone just stood beneath the water while she relived every moment of the night before. Every hot touch, rasp of his teeth on her skin. Patrick’s amazing body and how he had made her feel. Everything had been more incredible than she had ever dreamed, and she had fantasized about it many times.
When she was sure Patrick would have gone to the kitchen already, she turned the water off and took her time towel drying her tender body. She felt like she’d been riding a bike for two days and every muscle was sore and stretched.
Simone walked back into the bedroom and slipped her clothes back on, minus her undies, she couldn’t put them back on. She wandered down the white hallway, sparsely decorated with a few black and white photographs and made her way into the kitchen where Patrick was pacing.
She stopped when he turned, his face lined with pain.
“What’s wrong, Patrick?”
Patrick shook his head and indicated that she should sit down where some papers rested.
Dread settled into her belly but she dropped into the chair and picked up the white sheets. It was a contract.
“What’s this?” She put it down and looked up at him.
“Read it.”
It was a BDSM contract. “I don’t want to read it. I want you to talk to me. Sit down.”
Patrick stared at her as though she were simple for a moment, and then fell down into the chair next to her. “I fucked up.”
“What are you talking about?” Simone reached over for his hand and stroked it. She was beginning to really worry. What was wrong with her big strong Dom?
“I shouldn’t have brought you home last night. It goes against all the rules.”
Patrick was muttering to himself and not even looking at her.
Simone took her hand back, hurt that he would think such a thing.
“Why would it be wrong? What rules?”
What the hell
was he talking about?
Patrick linked his fingers together on top of the table and continued to stare at his hands. “There are rules about play, lots of them of course. But one is not to have sex for the first three play sessions, if at all. You certainly don’t take a Sub home the first night and have sex with them. I didn’t even show you the contract! Or discuss limits! What sort of Master does that make me?”
Simone blew out an exasperated breath. She hated that word, Master. Seriously?
“Please just read it for me.”
Patrick’s voice reached her and she snatched the contract up. It was pretty basic. They were meant to wait for three dates before they engaged in play. Hard limits, soft limits, basic common sense most of it.
“This is what you’re upset about? Why?”
Patrick looked up finally, his blue eyes troubled.
“I should have shown you this last night. Hell, I should never have brought you home. I’m breaking all my own rules left, right, and center.”
Simone laughed and reached out for Patrick’s hands once again. She pushed her fingers into his and he relaxed his hold to let her in.
“Patrick, it’s the twenty-first century. We don’t have to wait three dates if we don’t want to. And I’m not a Sub you picked up from a club. We’ve known each other for more than two years. Please don’t feel that you disappointed me, you haven’t. I’d much rather you just talk to me about all of this.”
She waved her hand over the paper work and pushed away the need to burn the thing.
“I hope you won’t need these anymore. Not if you’re happy with me.”
Patrick’s eyes brightened a little but he ran a shaking hand through his hair which disturbed her a little.
“I suppose.”
She sighed and fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Patrick, sir, whoever you are at this point in time. Tell me what the real problem is.”
She stared at him and waited, tapping her finger nails on the kitchen table.
Patrick finally slid both of his hands over the table, palms down. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t even know where to start.”
