I pulled out of the drive-thru and waved goodbye to Demetrius, then bent over my phone.
Working lunch tmw. After 6?
My heart was pounding.
Meet me @ Sakura in Gtwn @ 6:30. Wear a dress.
I groaned out loud. Dinner first? Now that I’d decided to dabble in Tad’s mystery world, I just wanted to get on with it. Or get on it, as the case may be. But I wasn’t going to admit that!
So bossy. Do I get to pick the color? I typed.
This time yes, he replied.
I laughed. He was incorrigible!
Ok. TTFN!
I wasn’t entirely expecting a reply, so I’d pulled out of the bank parking lot and was on my way home when the phone buzzed again. Well, there was nobody around for me to crash in to…
:* sleep tight.
I almost did crash when I saw that one. “Tight,” indeed!
***
After the World’s Longest Lunch Shift, in which yours truly screwed up no fewer than three separate orders, I finally escaped work. I rushed home, showered and shaved, put on makeup, and tried on four different dresses before I settled on one. I headed out the door in a daring sundress that played up my best assets. It was a blue and white floral print, spaghetti straps, cut low in front with a fitted waist, but only knee-high at the hem. My strappy platform sandals were comfortable and cute. A summer-weight blue blazer was my insurance against hyperactive air conditioning at the sushi place, and a white leather clutch held my minimal amount of girl stuff.
I left my little walkup apartment in midtown Memphis on time, but traffic going east to the ritzy subdivision of Germantown was unexpectedly awful. I didn’t dare speed; the traffic cops in Germantown are notoriously overzealous, so I didn’t pull in to the parking lot of the restaurant until 6:35.
Tad was outside when I pulled in, and he walked over to my car as I parked. He was just oozing impatience – and sex appeal. I think the man could have made overalls look sexy, but he really looked delicious in dark grey blue jeans, a dark blue shirt, and a charcoal blazer.
I tried not to look too ungraceful as I lumbered out of my sedan in my high-for-me heels. “Hi. Sorry I’m late, traffic was awful.”
He visibly controlled his irritation. “Hi yourself. Traffic is always awful, Alex. Are you having second thoughts about this? We could have a normal date if you’d like.”
“Tad, I’m a Midtown girl. I never come out here! I apologized; I don’t know what else you want me to do.” I was getting irritated. Hot sex was one thing, but I wasn’t going to play the emotional manipulation game. I’d had plenty of that in the past!
He looked surprised. “Really?”
I put my hands on my hips. “Really.”
Tad nodded slowly, like he’d forgotten that I spent all my time inside the I-240 loop. He turned to face the restaurant and held his arm out, away from his side, invitingly. I slipped my arm in his and he pulled me close, then leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Then I want you to take your panties off.”
I stumbled in surprise and looked up at him. “What?”
He met my gaze very seriously. “You asked what else you could do for me. It would please me greatly if you excused yourself to the ladies’ and got rid of your panties… if you still want to play tonight.”
I caught my breath as I thought about what he was saying. Sitting in a fancy restaurant, throughout a whole meal, with my sex naked under my dress. I knew he’d be working on me, trying to keep me turned on, trying to keep my pussy wet. He’d be making a game of it, walking the line between keeping me turned on and totally humiliating me. My treacherous body responded instantly, and I knew I’d do what he asked.
My mouth was dry as I whispered, “Ok.”
A hostess led us to a small high table in the bar area. I didn’t even look at Tad as I swept past him to the bathroom, but once I locked myself in the stall I got the shakes. I leaned against the cold steel wall and tried to catch my breath. What was this man doing to me? His demands were unbelievably sexy, but it was like he was steamrolling my willpower – and I’d never been accused of having feeble willpower before! Then, as I slid my nice white lace hiphuggers down my curvy thighs, I realized what I could do without stepping outside the boundaries of our game.
When I came back out of the ladies’ room, I was almost lightheaded. I felt like everyone could tell just by looking at me that I was a slut with no panties, but at the same time, I knew Tad was the only one who knew my secret. I sat down on the high bar chair, acutely aware of the way my dress felt sliding against my body, and matched Tad’s questioning look with a smile of my own. I placed a small white lace package on the table and pushed it toward him.
“I’m afraid my purse isn’t big enough. Tad, would you be a dear and hold that for me?” I blinked innocently at my date.
His whole face lit up with a barely-suppressed grin. “Of course, beautiful.” He slipped the cloth bundle into his pocket just as a waitress appeared with drinks. She gave us each a shot glass and a glass of water, then opened a large bottle of cold sake and poured. She smiled at me and asked, “Would you like to hear the specials?”
Tad answered smoothly. “No thank you, Hayley. We’ll just have two chef’s specials, I think. Alex, do you have any requests?”
I quickly dragged my mind out of the gutter and onto the table. “Ahhh, I hate surf clam, and I love crispy salmon skin.”
Hayley made a note on her pad, then smiled and walked away. She was thin and tan, with very expensive blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Her eye makeup was a little too dark for my taste. I wondered how often Tad came here. I wondered if Hayley had ever taken her panties off for Tad. I wondered if he was just slumming with me.
Tad looked at me for a moment, then said, “I do come here fairly often, I tip quite well, and I always let the chefs choose for me. She’s just a waitress who’s good at her job.”
I sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m glad you have strong feelings for me.” He picked up his sake glass and sipped it, and I did the same.
“Wow. That’s definitely a step above buy-one-get-one-free hot sake, Tad.” I grinned at him.
“I don’t settle for anything mediocre.” Tad reached out for my free hand and gently ran his thumb up the side of my index finger, then over my knuckles. His words, coupled with his fingers, set my insides on fire. I blushed, confused, but I was unable to look away from him.
Dinner lasted for approximately three days, and I don’t remember a thing about it except that it was good. And there was no surf clam. Tad did all the usual attentive date things – he kept eye contact with me, he rubbed my hand, his leg bumped up against my leg just a little more often than chance, and occasionally he would lean in and whisper something in my ear. But the somethings he whispered were alternately explicit and commanding. He’d tenderly lean over and brush my hair aside to ask me how wet my pussy was, then the next time he leaned forward he’d quietly inform me that in less than an hour, he was going to tie me up and make me come.
Finally, Hayley brought the check and disappeared with Tad’s credit card. I excused myself to the restroom, but Tad stopped me. “You aren’t going to touch yourself, are you? I’m going to be the only one to make you orgasm tonight, Alex. Don’t take advantage of your privacy.”
I bit my lip. “You jerk. That hadn’t even occurred to me – until you said that.”
I wobbled off to the bathroom on a cloud of endorphins and sake. When I sank down on the toilet, I propped my head in my hands and tried to think. Don’t touch. Ok. But wasn’t there something else I was supposed to do?
Shit! Lisa! I pulled my phone out of my bag. One missed text from about an hour ago: Having fun gf?
I replied, No! He’s teasing me. Going to his house to scratch the itch. Thx.
Almost immediately, Lisa replied. Have fun. Be safe. Dont forget curfew. :)
We’d agreed ahead of time, as we usually did, that I’d text her by midni
ght with an “I’m ok” code word. Tonight’s word, of course, was “dirty.” If she didn’t hear from me, or heard some other reply, she’d call and rescue me. Usually, we used this trick to get each other out of boring dates, but we thought it’d work just as well for a possibly dangerous one.
The text exchange left me a little more clearheaded, so I finished up in the ladies’ and sauntered out to the parking lot with a bit more composure. After the arctic blast of the restaurant’s air conditioning, the humid 85 degree night air was like stepping into a sauna. Tad was waiting just outside the door, and I slipped out of my shell and handed it to him.
He gave me a rakish grin as we walked to my car. “Well, were you a good girl?”
I scowled at him. “I’m never a good girl, but I did what you asked this time.”
He stopped at my car door and blinked at me. “Are you frustrated, beautiful girl? Just hold on a little longer.”
The same phrases he’d used when he fingered me in the park. My pussy throbbed relentlessly and I groaned. “God, Tad, you’re killing me.”
He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue demanded entry to my mouth, and his whole body pushed me against my car. I could feel his long hard cock pulsing against my stomach, and more than anything, I wanted it inside me. I squirmed my burning pussy, trying to rub against his leg if nothing else, but Tad suddenly broke the kiss. He grabbed my hips and pushed me away, pinning me to the car inches from his jeans. I balled my hands in fists and breathed deeply. A few moments later, I looked up at Tad.
“No more freebies, Alex. Come to my house and let me play with you. You’ll love it, I promise.”
I unclenched one hand and dug for my keys. “Yes. Please.”
“Follow me, beautiful.”
***
Tad lived in a nice part of East Memphis, in an older home set on an unexpectedly large lot. I parked behind him in the driveway and followed him in, looking around curiously. The house had high plaster ceilings and hardwood floors, but the floor plan was so open and modern that I knew it had been updated. It was furnished in a tasteful traditional bachelor style, with leather couches and antique walnut furniture.
Tad hung my purse and sweater on a hook behind the door. “Before you ask: yes, I have a cleaning lady. No, she’s not coming tomorrow morning, should you choose to spend the night.”
I laughed. “You do have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you. Would you like a drink before we begin?”
I shook my head, suddenly shy.
“Then come with me,” he commanded, and I went.
He led me down a short hall to a large bedroom. “This is my playroom,” he said, gesturing for me to enter.
A wrought iron four-poster bed dominated the room, with a large trunk sitting on a Persian rug at the base of the bed. A two-drawer nightstand sat against the wall on either side of the bed, and an iron chandelier hung from the ceiling.
I walked into the playroom and looked around slowly. It looked fairly innocuous. Maybe this wasn’t going to be as weird as I thought?
Tad followed me in and stood very close to me. He lifted my chin and said, “Look at me, Alex. I’m going to tell you the rules now.”
I looked up. With the only light coming from almost overhead, his eyes were shadowed and dark, and I shivered. “Okay.”
“I’m not going to do anything you can’t handle, okay? But if you can’t take it, just say ‘red’ and I will stop immediately. If you need a minute; if you want me to slow down, say ‘yellow’ and I’ll slow down.” He paused, looking at me, and I nodded slowly.
“I’m going to tie you up, I’m going to fuck your pussy and your mouth, and I’m going to make you come at least twice. If you don’t do what I say, when I say it, I am going to spank you, because I can’t tolerate disobedience. If I spank you, it will hurt, but I won’t leave marks or injure you.” He paused again.
I could barely breathe. I couldn’t believe I was hearing this, or that I was agreeing to it. Unbelievable or not, though, I was about to come just standing there. I realized he was waiting for my acknowledgment, and I nodded again.
He continued, “You’re going to come harder than you ever have in your life. Now, do you trust me?”
I nodded and then squeaked out, “Yes.”
“Good girl. Stand right there.” Tad leaned in for a quick kiss, trapping my lower lip between his teeth as he pulled away. He circled behind me and I heard the chest creak open. There were some rustling noises and then Tad was behind me again. He slipped a silk blindfold over my eyes and tied it tightly behind my head.
I started to speak, but I felt a finger on my lips. “Shhh,” said Tad.
I took a breath and shook my head. “Wait. No pictures, ok? You’re not blindfolding me so you can take pictures and post them on Facebook are you?” By the end, I sounded a little desperate, a little out of breath.
Tad pushed the blindfold up and tilted my chin up. I stared in his very serious green eyes as he said, “Oh no, beautiful. Not at all. I don’t share with others.” I nodded, and he pulled the blindfold back down.
I couldn’t see anything of substance. Some light leaked in from the top and bottom of the blindfold, but I was largely forced to depend on my other senses. I could hear the floor creak under Tad’s feet as he moved behind me, and the noise of my dress’s zipper was very loud. Tad’s fingers barely brushed my back as he expertly unclasped my strapless bra. Then his hands slid up to my shoulders and pushed the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders, and everything fell in a puddle at my feet, and I was totally naked. I felt more than naked. I felt exposed, opened for him to judge. I felt like my big breasts were throbbing in time with my heartbeat, and the fat around my stomach was jiggling, and my butt was probably all dimply. I tried not to cry.
Tad groaned. His rough fingers traced over my shoulder and down onto the curve of my breast as he walked around me. His voice was husky with desire as he said, “You look so fucking fabulous, Alexandra Arnott.”
Then he was gone. I felt bolder, but still shy and exposed and on display. My nipples were quivering, aching – his hand had been so close. I fought back a whimper, fought to stand still like he’d told me, hoping that he’d give me what I needed soon.
More noises behind me, then he was back. “Alex, I’m going to put nipple clamps on those glorious tits. It’s going to feel amazing, but you’re not going to come yet, ok? You can come when I take them off, but you’re not going to come when they’re on. You can do this for me.”
I moaned, swallowed, found my voice. “Ok. I’ll be good.”
Tad cupped my right breast in his hand and stroked my nipple with his thumb. It hardened even further, and he said, “Your tits are amazing, Alexa.” Then his mouth closed around my other nipple, sucking and biting it to full hardness. I gasped and fought to keep my hands at my sides like he’d told me.
Suddenly he was gone again, and I teetered, off balance. I heard a quiet click, then out of nowhere felt a sharp cold pressure on my right nipple. I whined and jerked, but he must have been ready for me because my left nipple was clamped before I finished my involuntary movement. The nonstop painful pressure was similar to what Tad had done to me in the park, when he’d pinched my nipple the whole time he was finger-fucking me, but this was so much worse. Both nipples were being pinched hard, and I wondered if I was going to lose sensation in them. I whimpered.
He picked up one of my big breasts and held it in his hand, then casually slapped it with the other hand. I whimpered and tried not to squirm as he worked the clamps on my nipples, attaching a heavy metal chain between them. It pulled my aching breasts together and down, and the chain brushed the top of my tummy as I breathed.
Tad’s fingers started trailing down my stomach. He said, “You’re my brave girl, Alex. Your tits look so good like that. Yes, the clamps are very tight, aren’t they?”
I nodded.
Tad’s fingers tickled both sides of my hipbones. “But nipples are very tough,
Alex. Step up, high over your dress, and walk forward, girl.”
He took my small hands in his, supporting me in the dizzy darkness as I took a step toward him. He halted me and ran his thumbs over my palms.
“Anyway, your nipples will go numb eventually,” Tad continued. “Spread your legs.”
I planted my feet a little wider, with my feet shoulder-width apart. I felt shy again. Guys didn’t like to inspect my goods - stick a finger in there, maybe, or lick it for a few minutes, but not spread me open and look at me.
Tad clicked his tongue. “Wider, Alex.”
I hesitated, and his voice went gentle. “You’re beautiful, Alex. I like to look at you. Make me happy, girl.”
I spread my legs even wider, til I felt the strain in my knees, and his hot hands started drifting down my body again. “Yes, Alex, good girl.”
His hands trailed down my thighs, tickling behind my knees, then one hand lifted off and joined the other at my ankle. He started unbuckling my sandals. “When your tits are numb, I’m going to yank both of those clamps off, and you’re going to scream your pretty little head off while you come. Step out of this shoe. Good.” He moved to the other shoe. “And I’m going to be fucking you while that happens. Ok, step out of the other one. Now kneel, Alex, on your knees.”
I knelt, feeling the cool hardwood under my knees. I heard a zipper going down and cloth rustling. I was drooling at the thought of finally tasting his cock, finally giving him a dose of the torment he’d been giving me, finally getting some sex even if it was just giving head. I opened my mouth, and he chuckled.
“You ready for me, baby? You want to suck this cock?” His hands, surprisingly gentle, tilted my head up a tiny bit. Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeling my teeth, touching my tongue. It was so unexpected and so erotic, I groaned again. In response to my moan, the fingers disappeared and finally a cock replaced them. He was thick enough for a good mouthful, his knob slicked with pre-come, and then he thrust slowly in and I realized he was long, longer than I’d had before, and he was going to take my mouth.
I gagged and he backed off, let me draw a shuddering breath, then he was pushing back in to my mouth. He buried his hands in my hair and said, “Oh, you’re going to learn to take this cock. We’ll take it slowly, train you to take all of me. Your mouth is so fucking hot, Alex.”
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