by Watson, Meg
He broke into a small smile. It seemed like ages before he spoke, but it must have only been a minute. I saw his eyes darting over my body, sizing me up.
“Do you still want that?” he said softly. I nodded.
“No,” he said with a sudden firmness in his tone, as though I was being scolded. “You have to say it.”
“I still want you to,” I answered in a shaky voice.
He nodded. “That’s better.” Leaning back, he flared his nostrils and looked me up and down. “That’s very good.”
Internally, I wriggled like a puppy dog under his praise.
“Turn around,” he said.
“Wh-what?” I stammered.
He crossed his arms and stepped back a couple inches. It felt as though the sun had gone out. I needed him closer and only barely stopped myself from reaching out to him.
“Camille, let’s get something straight here.”
I stared at him.
“Please answer me when I speak to you.”
“Oh… OK,” I said.
“When I ask you to do something, I want you to do it.”
His eyes bored into me.
“Answer me,” he said through gritted teeth.
Terrified I had already displeased him, I quickly nodded. “Yes,” I said. “I— I understand.”
“That’s good,” he said in a calm voice. I felt my fear instantly soothed. “Because I need to know that I can trust you. Can I trust you, Camille?”
“Yes, William,” I said in as clear a voice as I could manage.
He smiled, crinkling his cheeks into two long dimples. I was so filled with gratitude I wanted to lick the stubble from his jaw.
“We’re adults now. There’s nothing to stop us from taking what we want. Do you agree?”
“Yes, William,” I repeated obediently.
He nodded. “That’s good. And you can say no at any time, all right? Simply say the word. You are totally safe with me, Camille. All you have to do is tell me No. Do you understand?”
An edge of fear flickered in my mind. What was he saying? I crushed the feeling. “Yes, William,” I said again.
He leaned forward, brushing his jaw against my cheek. That one, electric moment of contact sent waves of desire through me and I heard a small moan escape my lips.
“Turn around,” he said in a low voice.
I took a deep breath and turned to face the wall as my pulse rushed noisily in my ears.
“Put your wrists over your head,” I heard him say. Obediently, I clasped my hands and put them over my head, leaning against my forearms. The wall sconce above me glowed faintly blue.
“Now widen your feet.”
Trying not to hesitate, I slid my feet shoulder-width apart. The sensation of having my legs spread made me feel instantly vulnerable. That plus being able to only see the wall sent shivers of fear through me. What was he doing? He wasn’t touching me in any way. Was this insane?
I glanced to my left, to the corridor we had come from. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the area. Even the music was far away.
“Don’t worry,” he said as if he read my mind. “No one else is back here.”
Don’t blow it! I yelled at myself. Just do what he’s asking!
Suddenly I felt his hand between my shoulderblades. His touch instantly soothed me and all I could feel was how I wanted more, much more of that.
“May I continue?” he asked.
I nodded, then remembered. “Yes, William,” I replied breathlessly.
The hand on my shoulder slid down to the small of my back and then up again. I felt myself arching into the caress, breathing deeply. It was as though I had never been touched before. Every sensation was bright and burning in my mind.
“You like that?”
“Yes, William,” I answered immediately.
“Good, good,” he cooed. I felt his other hand on my back, stroking parallel lines up and down. His hands were broad and strong, and I felt myself leaning back to him, craving his full embrace.
He pushed me forward firmly against the wall and held me there a moment. Then one hand left my back and I heard a sound like he was reaching into his pocket. In seconds I felt something soft twirling against my wrists, then a tension that pulled my hands together. I looked up. He was tying my wrists together. I sucked in my breath and his hands stopped moving.
“Camille, you seem nervous,” came his voice, calm and firm. “Would you like me to stop?”
With my hands suspended in the air, bound together and held flat against the wall by his large hand, I considered the scenario frantically. Was I really going to let him tie me up?
“No,” I whispered.
“Tell me,” he commanded.
“No, William, don’t stop,” I said in a clear voice.
That’s it, came a voice in my mind. That was the point of no return, right there.
I watched in fascination as he twisted the tie between my wrists and then looped it over the wall sconce. I was helpless, facing the wall with my arms over my head and a man I couldn’t see behind me. While fear crackled through my brain, heat began to run through all my veins. My skin came alive with anticipation and my pussy lips throbbed with fullness.
Suddenly his arms were encircling me. It was like a slow motion tackle, and just as relentless. His huge form aligned all along my backside, fitting his chest against my back, his hips against my buttocks, and his thighs along my thighs. His hand slid over my ribs as I moaned. This was it. I had craved this touch for so long that it was overwhelming.
I felt like I was drowning in desire. His hands kneaded and pulled at my flesh through the lace of my dress. I felt his breath burning my neck and then his teeth lightly biting me. I arched my back like a cat, pushing against his firm, solid mass. The fist-hard bulge of his cock nestled against the crack of my ass and I pulsed against it, teasing him.
“Oh yeah?” he growled into my neck as he pinched my nipple between his fingers, drawing it out and rolling it slightly. Spears of light shot through to my clit. “Do you want my cock?”
I groaned and nodded. “Yes, William.”
Before I knew what he was doing, his hands had slipped down and yanked my string panties to my knees. I realized that I was naked and exposed to him and I winced.
He stopped. “What is it?”
I couldn’t say. The words caught in my throat. He backed away slightly and where I had been warm, now I was cold, so cold.
“Camille, do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head. I had only meant to tease him, but now fear gripped me. His hard cock was only inches from me. A million thoughts raced through my mind. I wanted him, but I wasn’t sure I wanted him like this.
“What if someone comes?” I whispered urgently.
He chuckled. “Oh, we will both come. I’ll make sure of it.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I mean, anybody could see us. Here. Anybody could walk by!”
He said nothing but I felt like his disappointment was clear and precise.
“All right, Camille,” he said firmly. I felt his hands drawing my panties back up.
“Wait, what are you doing?” I asked frantically.
“You said No,” he replied simply.
“But— Wait —” His hands paused on my hips. Would he really leave me? My clit throbbed and my breath felt ragged in my throat. “I didn’t mean—”
He leaned forward against me and I gasped in relief at the sudden contact. HIs fingers stroked the crack of my ass, lingering lightly on my pulsing, wet lips and then stroking back up toward my spine. “Camille, do you want my cock, or not?”
I couldn’t think. All of me wanted it, except the parts that were terrified.
“You have thought of this since you were fifteen,” he murmured in my ear. I nodded. “I knew,” he continued. “I could always tell. But you were such a good girl, you would never admit it.”
“I know,” I replied quickly. “It’s just… I haven’t ever
done that… I mean I’ve thought about it…”
I heard his breath whistle between his teeth.
“Are you saying you’ve never had a man inside you before?”
I gasped. Just hearing the words thrilled every inch of me. A man inside me…
My panties fell to my ankles. His trousers were rough on the backs of my thighs.
“Ask me,” he said in my ear.
ASK HIM! my brain commanded me.
“Ask you...” I began sheepishly, then cursed myself for my cowardice. I took a deep breath. “Fuck me,” I whispered.
His lips hovered near my ear and his body pressed mine. His hard-on lurched against my ass, filling me with terror and excitement. It felt huge. “Ask me again,” he said in a clear voice.
“Fuck… me,” I said through ragged breaths.
“Again!” he commanded.
Every inch of me cried out for it. My lips throbbed and my ass began to relax as I imagined his meat filling me. Yes, I wanted it. “William, please, fuck me!”
I didn’t have to ask again. He jerked my skirt up over my hips. I arched my back as he kneaded my nipple in one hand, while a spit-moistened finger began to trail up and down my slick, wet furrow. Chills coursed over my skin and I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate on just the sensations, willing myself to relax.
“Do you like that?” he asked as every stroke explored me deeper. I shuddered and arched into his fingers.
“I like it,” I breathed automatically. I knew that if I didn’t respond, he would stop, and I no longer wanted him to stop. I wanted him to take me.
“And this?” he asked as he delved deeper. I felt him gently but insistently probing me. The tip of his finger traced a circle around my clit, batting it delicately back and forth. I gasped at the surprising pleasure of it. It seemed like my body had been waiting, wanting this for so long. I pressed my hips back toward him.
“Yes,” I heard him murmur. His other arm circled my waist and held me tightly against the front of his trousers as he explored me thoroughly. Every touch sent fireworks through me, and I found myself shuddering in wave after wave of shocking sensation.
“I want it,” I moaned and pushed back, surprising myself. I was being fingered by the man of my dreams in the back hallway of a club. It was a like a movie scene. I didn’t want it to ever end.
“You do want it,” he muttered hoarsely. “Camille, tell me again.”
“I want it,” I said automatically, pulsing my hips back against his invading fingers.
“No,” he said, and pulled away. I almost cried with disbelief.
“Wh- What?” I stuttered as I tried to twist to face him.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for that,” he said in my ear. Still his hot breath made me gasp in ecstasy.
My mind reeled. What had I done wrong? I pushed my hips back to him, shamelessly trying to reach him again.
“Oh,” I heard him say. It sounded like there was admiration in his voice.
Taking a chance, I spread my ankles as wide as they would go and pushed my open pussy toward him. There was no point in any modesty any more. I needed him. That was all I could think of.
“I need your cock,” I said.
“What?” he challenged.
“Fuck me with your cock, William,” I said clearly. “I want you to fuck me!”
SLAP!
I gasped and flinched away. What had just happened?
“Is that how you speak to me?” he growled.
My eyes stung with tears and I tried to catch my breath. I wasn’t even sure it had actually hurt, but the surprise of being spanked took my breath away.
SLAP!
Again I flinched, but I came back to my pose: ankles apart, ass out. I wanted what I wanted.
“Answer me!”
“No,” I choked out, trying to regain my composure. “I won’t speak to you that way again.”
SLAP!
I clenched my teeth and moaned, but pushed my ass out even further. The feeling of his handprint across my bare buttock was almost visible in my mind. A red, angry print, like a tattoo.
Then I felt him slide his hand across the area gently in caressing circles.
“I’m sorry I had to do that,” he said softly. “You need to learn your place. You can ask, but you can’t command. Do you understand me?”
I nodded through tears that overflowed and burned trails down my cheeks. Resting my forehead against the wall, I took some comfort that if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me either. “I understand,” I remembered to answer.
“Alright, that’s good,” he cooed. The relief was nearly overwhelming. It was like every time he pushed my boundaries further, then drew me back in with praise, the sensation of gratitude got stronger.
“Now ask me to make you come.”
“William,” I breathed dutifully, “will you please make me come?”
I heard him suck in his breath as though my answer pleased him. I arched my back and presented myself to him shamelessly.
“That’s good, Camille,” he muttered as I felt him press close to me again, pulsing the bulge of his trousers against my thighs as his fingers reached around the front of my hips. I pushed back automatically, inviting him in, gasping in relief when I felt his fingers open my folds, immediately finding my clit.
Relief washed over me. I sucked in my breath, trying to relax as I rotated my hips, guiding my swollen clit around his fingertips. He gripped my waist with one hand and held me tight against his rock-hard erection.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out as he expertly drummed his fingertips against me. I had never felt anything like it. I relaxed against the sensation as he held me hard against the wall and made my body submit to his touch.
My weight pulled against the tie that bound my hands over my head. I barely noticed the ache in my shoulders as he pressed me against the plaster, grinding his cock against my thigh as he kneaded my swollen and desperate pussy. I circled my hips against his touch, eagerly letting the orgasm build in my belly, seeing it in my mind as a bright light coming closer and closer. Just a pinprick of white as first, then growing as it advanced.
Then I heard him sigh desperately, and he gripped me and thrust hard against my backside, his fingers vibrating against me in a way that brought the light ever closer. I gasped and cried out, flattening myself to the wall.
“Ask me!” he cried in my ear.
“Please make me come!” I called out, and he was. The light grew until it burst, setting everything on fire. Fireworks of lust exploded in my womb.
His teeth sank into my neck as he pounded me. The sound of his fingers rubbing through a deluge of my moisture filled the hallway.
“Yes!” he shouted in my ear. “Come!”
My body arched, filled with light and explosions great and small. Every part of me felt superheated and alight. I cried out, or maybe that was only the echoes in my mind. He fell against my back, panting and heaving and pinning me against him so close that I could feel every ripple of his muscles though the wool of his suit. I wanted to laugh with joy, or thank him, or kiss him, or anything. I wanted more, but I didn’t even know what that meant anymore.
In a few moments, his hoarse breathing slowed against my neck. I rested my head against the plaster and waited helplessly for him to untie me, blissed out and satisfied for the first time in my life.
Finally he reached over my head and loosened the tie, freeing my hands. As I lowered my arms he rubbed my sore, cramped shoulders. That tender gesture sent waves of love through my brain.
He pulled me around to face him, dipping gracefully and tugging up my panties, but not before planting a tender kiss on my swollen nether lips. My thighs were sticky from my own cum, but I didn’t care.
My numb hands dangled uselessly at my sides as he rose, meeting my eyes, so close I could feel his breath on my lower lip.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wondered what you sound like when you come,” he growled, his eyes glowin
g faintly in the low light.
“And?” I whispered.
He chuckled softly. “You’re everything I hoped, Camille. Everything I knew you would be.”
I raised my chin slightly, willing him to kiss me. I wanted to experience all of him, but he seemed to retreat.
“We should go,” he said abruptly.
The room seemed to swim. “What?” I said stupidly. What could he mean?
He straightened, stuffing his silk tie back in his suitcoat pocket and jerking his lapels into order.
“You head out first,” he said sensibly, “and I will circle around in the opposite direction.”
“No, William—” I stammered, nearly falling forward and then catching myself. “What about… This can’t be it!”
Suddenly I was flattened against the plaster again with my arms over my head. He pinned me immobile under his weight and glared fiercely at me.
“You. Do. Not. Command. Me!” he growled.
I shook my head desperately. “No! No… I— I just meant—”
“You just meant to tell me what to do?” he said archly.
I shook my head again and bit my tongue. Just shut up! I commanded myself.
“Oh now you don’t answer me?”
“No, William,” I stammered, desperate to figure out the right thing to say. Every part of my cried out for more. I didn’t want him to leave me here and go back to our former life.
Seeing my discomfort, he seemed to soften. As he drew slightly closer, I felt the warmth increase. Despite myself, I arched into that warmth like a plant turning toward the sun.
“I need to know I can trust you,” he whispered, his eyes gravely serious. I began to think that was a long process, one that I had barely begun. “I need to know that you…” he slid a hand down my arm, trailing his fingers lightly across my underarm, “are completely…” his fingers fell to my nipple and pinched it lightly through the lace, immediately pebbling it and sending sparks through my lungs, “mine.”
“I am!” I panted breathlessly, realizing the truth in the words as soon as I had spoken them. I had always been his, since my very first thoughts of being anybody’s.
He nodded absently, as though still unconvinced, and pinched my nipple until I had to bite back a yelp of discomfort.
