by Skye Warren
“How are you, Alena?”
She nods her head as her fingertips roll the hem of her dress nervously and she glances behind me at the door. Her cheeks are colored with a violent blush that looks beautiful on her.
“How did you-” she starts to ask, but she doesn’t complete the thought.
It could be one of many questions.
How did I get here?
How did I know she was here?
I decide to lay it all out for her and let her choose what to do with it.
“I knew you were coming.” I answer her. My heart races as her eyes widen. “In fact, I asked Madam Lynn to send you the invitation.” I spot the large wingback chair and decide to take a seat. It will be less intimidating for her if I’m sitting.
Her lips part with a question and then slam shut. She blinks several times.
“I saw you a few weeks ago in the city and I couldn’t believe you were here.” I sit back in my chair, “I thought this may be better.” I look her in the eyes and wait for a response. It may have been easier to stop her from leaving the coffee shop, to walk up to her at the elevator before she went to work. But that would have set the wrong precedent.
This is the relationship I want. And the one she needs.
Our needs have to be established. Without it, without her willing to give both of us what we need, this relationship will fail like it did before. This time I’m going to fight for it. I want her badly enough to convince her to give this a chance.
“I wanted to see you here. I wanted to offer you this.” I gesture around the room.
She blinks several times and then a small breath leaves her and her eyes gaze with lust.
“You want this?” she asks me as though she’s shocked by the truth. Her hands reach up to her collarbone and she looks at me with a raw vulnerability I’ve only seen in her eyes once. The night I first made her mine. All those years ago.
I nod my head once. “I want this with you.”
She seems to come out of the lust-filled haze and realize she’s in a room with me, a man who she’s hardly spoken to in years. But I’m still a man she once loved. A man who knew her better than anyone.
“You don’t know me, Joshua,” she starts to say, although she’s obviously bothered.
“I knew you well enough to know you’d want this.” I know she’s going to fight at first. She’s not used to submitting, but I’ll earn her trust, I’ll show her it’s worth it.
It’s quiet for a moment as she takes in my confession. “Do you come here a lot?” she asks, changing the subject.
“I’m a partner in the business.” Her mouth drops some and she looks around the room with more unease than before. Insecurity obvious on her face.
This is a turn for the worse and I don’t understand why. I wasn’t expecting it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She shakes her head and almost refuses to answer.
“What did I say?” although it’s a question, there’s a command in my tone.
She recognizes it and considers me for a moment. She may not know it, but this is just like any other submission. She can choose to trust that she can trust me and answer the question honestly, or she can blow it off or hide from it and run without giving me a chance. I wait with bated breath for her choice.
And finally she answers, “I just didn’t realize you did this a lot.”
It doesn’t take me long to read between the lines. I stand and make my way over to her, holding her gaze. “Do you think I fuck a lot, Alena?” I walk close enough to touch her, but I don’t yet. “You think this is a game for me and you don’t want to be used and tossed aside?”
I know that’s exactly what she’s thinking. And why wouldn’t she? I work in the business of selling sex and she’s going to want a commitment. She needs one.
“I don’t.” I tell her the truth. “This isn’t about a quick fuck for me. I’m not a playboy. I didn’t bring you here to toy with you. I want to see if this can work between us.” I’m not ready to fall back into the deep relationship we had before. Not just yet. But I won’t lie and say it’s not something that’s on the forefront of my mind. I want her as a submissive, but I can give her more than that.
I can give her everything, if only she’ll let me.
“What do you want from me then?” she asks.
“I just want a chance. One I never got before.” I take a step closer and gently brush my hand along her jaw, leaning in so I can whisper against her lips. “I want to show you how much you’d love it.”
Her eyes close and I know she wants the same.
As she leans in, I pull away slightly. I need her to submit before I can give her anything else. She opens her eyes instantly at the loss of my touch. Her breathing is heavy and I know she’s feeling insecure. I don’t want that. But I need this first. It’s too big a part of my life and my desires.
“Do you want to try it?” I ask and gesture to the bench behind her. It’s a spanking bench made of plush leather and steel.
She turns to look behind her, pushing her soft brunette hair out of her face.
“Right now?” she asks.
I nod my head once, “right now.”
She may not be ready just yet. And I can wait, I can take it slow. But she’s in need and I’m desperate to fulfill those needs.
“I don’t know,” she answers honestly.
“What don’t you know about?”
“I don’t think I trust myself right now,” she smiles slightly, letting out a small nervous laugh.
“You don’t need to, just trust me.” I look into her eyes and plead with her to give me this. To give us this. “I still want you Alena. I’ve never stopped wanting you.”
She takes in a sharp breath, her hazel eyes heating with a lust that makes my dick harden.
“I want to,” she whispers.
“What do you want?” I ask her.
“I want to... try it out.” She barely gets the words out, but I heard them and it’s all I need.
Chapter 6
Alena
My heart is racing out of my chest.
What am I even doing?
I feel drunk from the pure seductive nature of this atmosphere. And from him. He always made me weak and he’s doing it again right now.
Seeing him in this very room is a dream come true. But it’s terrifying at same time. I feel like a naive girl all over again. I close my eyes and walk over to the bench. I want to do this. This is why I came here in the first place
This is for me. I need this.
I open my eyes at the thought and the look in Joshua’s eyes pins me in place. It’s predatory and full of lust. The desire evident on his face, but also… lower. His massive cock is hard and the outline of it is pressing against his suit pants.
I close my eyes again as he walks forward.
“Look at me, Cherry.” The command in his voice is hard and on edge. It’s a tone he’s only used with me once. I refused it then, but I won’t now.
My eyes meet his piercing gaze.
“Yes?” I almost say sir. Simply because I know the language. I’ve done some research over the years. I’m familiar with this scenario and I want it. I want it desperately. Even if it’s just for now.
Just this one time.
“I want you to lie down on your back on the bench.” My body stiffens at his command. I’m not used to it. It’s not what I anticipated either. I turn to look at the leather seat as my hands drift to the buttons on the top of my dress.
“I didn’t tell you to undress,” my eyes snap to Joshua’s at his words.
“Yes, sir.” The title slips out without my consent and the look on Joshua’s face makes me want to say it again. And again and again. He’s obviously pleased and that makes pride and motivation flow through my body. I hold onto them as I gently lay down on the bench. It’s angled slightly, so my head is lower than my ass and it feels a bit awkward.
“That’s my sweet Cherry.” Hearing the p
raise in Joshua’s voice and the nickname he gave me so long ago fills me with warmth. Cherry. I loved it when he called me that. My thighs clench and my eyes close at the sweet memories of what we once had and what I walked away from all those years ago. But now I have a chance to have it back. I can give him what he’s always needed. I know I can.
As I think the words, he brushes his hands up my thighs and loops his thumbs around my panties. I lift my hips as the thin fabric slides over my ass and he slowly pulls them down my legs. Goosebumps follow his path and my body ignites with an intense need for more.
“If you want me to stop, you’ll say red. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I breathe the word.
I can’t breathe as he takes them off me and tosses them onto the chair behind him. Oh, fuck.
I swallow thickly and wait for his next command. My clit is throbbing with need and my nipples are hardened into peaks. I want him so much, it takes everything in me to just lie here and wait patiently for him.
His large hands grip the inside of my knees and spreads my legs wider. I grip the edge of the bench harder as he lowers himself closer to my bared pussy. I’m fully exposed and feeling a mixture of desire and insecurity. It takes me back to our first time. It’s just like that. All over again.
He pulls my dress up slightly over my hips and stares at my pussy with a hunger I’ve never seen on another man. My lips part with lust. I love the look in his eyes. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed him.
He kneels on the floor and grips my hips, moving my ass and tilting me so I’m where he wants me.
Oh, fuck. My neck arches and I want to watch and I want to run and hide all at the same time.
“Fuck, Cherry,” Joshua says as he trails a finger down my clit to the opening of my pussy. “You’re soaking wet for me.”
My clit throbs as he leans down and takes a languid lick. My neck arches and my mouth opens with the unexpected pleasure.
“Hold onto the bench,” he says firmly and I look up at him and realize my hands are on his shoulders. I nod and quickly follow his command.
As soon as I do, he thrusts two thick fingers deep inside of me, making my back bow and sending spikes of pleasure shooting through my body. Fuck, yes!
My nipples harden and I instantly remember how he used to control my body. I know now why sex has never been the same. My body is a slave to his touch. Only his. I writhe on the bench, but his firm grip on my hip keeps me pinned in place.
I can’t help the moans spilling from my lips as he strokes my g-spot over and over again, making me climb higher and higher. Soft cries fill the room as my head thrashes.
So close. I’m so close.
As he sucks my clit into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, my body ignites, coming alive with a pleasure that’s unmatched. White spots flash before my eyes as I cry out my release.
My back arches and my hands reach up to grab his hair and push him closer to my pussy, but I’m quick to go back to the bench and obey him.
I grip onto the bench as hard as I can while he continues to suck my clit and fingerfuck every last bit of my orgasm out of me.
I gasp for air as my head falls to the side. Every inch of my body tingling with desire. I struggle to breathe and finally calm down as I hear a zipper. I look down my body and see Joshua’s thick cock and my heart stops.
“Turn over, Cherry,” his voice drips with desire as he gives me the command. He holds my hips, steadying me as I quickly do what he says and get into position even with the intensity of my orgasm still racing through my body in dim waves.
His deft fingers quickly strap the cuffs to my wrists and ankles and my heart races. I trust him. I do. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t partially scared, but I want this. I want to get over my fear. I want to enjoy this.
His hot breath on my ass makes me want more. He leaves a kiss on my right cheek as the trembling in my legs settles.
I can hardly breathe as he kisses up my body, pushing the dress above my waist, his fingers trailing softly up my body. A shiver runs down my body and I just want him right now. I don’t want to wait.
His soft touches are torturous.
“I want you, Cherry. Let me have you just like this, with nothing in between us.” His voice drips with lust and desperation as he gently sets his hands down on my hips. It makes me feel powerful. Even though I’m bound, it’s my limits that he has to abide by and the knowledge makes me yearn for more. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.” He barely speaks the words.
I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.
“I know you want it too,” he whispers into my ear. His hot breath sending shivers down my entire body.
I pull against the straps and moan, arching my neck to let his teeth graze down my neck. I give in to him like I want to. I trust him and I want him. It’s now or never.
“Yes, Joshua. Please. Take me.”
Chapter 7
Joshua
I’ve wanted this for too fucking long.
I line my dick up at her entrance and slam all the way in without hesitation. The bench tilts forward slightly, but it’s bolted to the floor. I can fuck her as hard and fast as I want. And there’s nothing to stop me from giving her just that.
She screams out a ragged cry of pleasure as I hammer into her tight pussy over and over again. I’m rough with her and ruthless, it’s a hard fuck, but it’s how I want her and I know she’ll love it. The sounds of her pleasured moans and my hips slamming against her ass fill my ears. I fucking love it.
I’m going to give her everything. I want her so consumed with pleasure that she can’t think straight. I want her so sore tomorrow that she can’t sit without remembering this.
She’s mine.
I want her to know it with everything in her. I want to own this tight pussy. The thought makes me groan as she writhes under me as best she can although she’s bound. It’s a useless effort, but instinctual.
Fuck, she feels so good. Too good. I groan as I lean forward and nip along her shoulder, keeping up a relentless pace.
Her strangled cries of pleasure fuel me to push harder and deeper.
“Joshua!” she screams out my name as I push her limits. Yes! My name.
Her breathing is ragged and I love it. The sound fuels me onward.
She pulls at the leather cuffs on her wrists and I nip her earlobe, “stay still while I fuck you just how I want.” If she pulls any more, the leather could rub against her wrists. I don’t want that. Even more so, I want her to obey me. I want to give her a command that she can obey, even if it is against her instincts.
She bites down on her lip as I pound into her over and over. Fuck yes! She’s perfect. She’s trying so hard to stay still. Her head thrashes from side to side and she’s holding her breath as her mouth opens into a perfect “O”. She’s so close.
“Scream for me as you cum on my dick, Cherry.” At my words, she cries out my name, her pussy spasming on my dick. Yes! My name! Because she’s mine. I ride through her orgasm, hammering harder into her as I grip her hips. My blunt fingernails dig into the soft flesh and I piston my hips.
“Joshua!” she screams again and sucks in a sharp breath and it only fuels me to go faster, to take her over the edge again. I want to give her everything.
I need to. This is my one chance to have her and show her how good this is going to be. How easy it is and how much she’ll enjoy it.
I keep fucking her, over and over with hard, fast strokes, taking her to the edge.
My balls draw up and a cool tingling sensation grows at the base of my spine. Fuck, I’m going to cum. She’s so tight and so good, I can’t fucking hold it any longer.
“Cum for me again,” I tell her with my eyes firmly on her gorgeous face as my hand reaches between the bench and I gently pinch her clit.
Her face scrunches and her body tenses as her orgasm rips through her body. She pulls instinctually at the binds, but she’s quick to correct the behavior. Fuck, she’s so good. K
nowing that even as she’s overwhelmed with pleasure, she’s still trying to obey me, makes me lose it.
I bury myself to the hilt and pump short, shallow thrusts until we’re both spent and left panting with our combined cum leaking onto her thighs.
My body is still humming with the afterglow of my release as I grab a few tissues from beneath the bench and catch my breath. I tuck myself in, watching as her legs stop trembling and the effects of her orgasm dims.
She was perfect. Everything I’ve dreamed of having in a submissive. From the moment she decided to walk to the bench and give this a real try, she gave herself completely.
I kiss the small of her back as I wipe the cum from between her thighs and then unbuckle the straps on her ankles. Her wrists are next and she immediately sits.
I pick her up in my arms and she leans into me, her body still trembling. I lean back and soothe her, running my hand down her back and kissing her hair. She’s so beautiful. The years have only made her more of a woman. After a moment she moves from my lap, not looking me in the eyes. I don’t like it. Aftercare is important, but I let her get up and move to the chair where her panties are.
I regret letting her get up when I see the look in her eyes. She’s on edge and nervous. She’s thinking too much. Worrying about what’s going to happen.
If she was my sub she wouldn’t have a worry in the world. And I want her to be just that.
She leans down and pulls her panties on and up her lush thighs without looking at me.
I bet she’s wondering what this meant to me and if it’s over.
I don’t want her to wonder; I don’t want her to think about anything at all but pleasing me. After all, I’m doing the same.
“I have a Christmas dinner tomorrow to attend for a client.” The words escape my lips before I can think. Her forehead pinches and she’s unsure why I’m even bringing it up. “I want you to come with me.”
She stares at me wide-eyed and doesn’t answer.
“A submissive doesn’t question the commands.” I pick my suit jacket up off the floor and wait for her response. “You know what to say, Alena.”
