by Taylor Shade
My pussy throbs.
TWENTY
Drake
Goddamn.
As Sloane Kenner emerges from the bathroom in the leather outfit and boots, my cock leaps in my pants. I want to take her right now. I want to throw her down onto the carpet and fuck her until she screams my name.
But first, I have plans for her.
“Oh, you are so going to get fucked,” I say in an even tone.
I see a sparkle in her eyes at my words.
“Yes, counsel,” she says.
“Present yourself for inspection.”
“Yes, counsel.” She moves toward me.
“Stop.” She stops.
I dip my nose into her still damp hair, inhaling the strong lavender and jasmine fragrance of the shampoo. Underneath it, the strong pheromones of horny girl hit my nostrils, sending my senses alight with desire.
Then I pull back, gazing steadily at her stunning face. She’s thickened her eyelashes, making them almost vampy. She put something on her cheeks to make them paler than they really are. Purple eye shadow surrounds her eyes. Nice touch. The effect draws out the deep blue of her irises.
Her lips... God, her lips... are a shocking bright red.
My cock throbs again.
“You are the most goddamned gorgeous thing I have ever seen,” I say as I look into her gorgeous eyes.
I move like I’m going to kiss her. She leans forward, but I pull back.
“Not yet,” I say. “You need to earn me.”
Her red lips betray a smile that sends lightning bolts to my now rock-hard cock. Those teeth, those cheeks, that chin.
God, she’s fucking perfect. I want to drink this moment in, possibly the one moment in my life that I’ve been in the presence of true perfection.
I even love the tiny mole on her right temple, the way one side of her face doesn’t quite equal the other side of her face, the way one breast seems to be a little larger than the other.
All her imperfections are perfect... because they’re hers.
God, what is happening to me?
“Turn,” I say.
She faces away from me.
I dip my nose down to her shoulder, infusing my lungs with the intoxicating bouquet of succulent horny girl.
I drift my mouth down to the spot between her shoulder blades. There, I stick out my tongue and taste her.
She shivers with desire as I lick her soft skin, the succulent tang of her flesh a joyous delicacy that fills my senses with lust.
My cock jumps, begging me to throw her down and fuck her.
But no.
This is a girl who needs to be savored, craves to be adored, longs to be cherished. She is a bright shining star in a sea of sameness, a guiding light showing me the way.
I can’t believe this is me. I can’t believe I’m feeling this. I want to scream, to pull back, to throw her out, to return to my old ways.
But I sense something new... something taking me over. A sense that I’m becoming a different man.
Fuck.
I can’t control it. I can’t not take my time with her. With so many other girls, we’d already be mid-fuck, my cum getting ready to launch.
But I couldn’t even get hard for Naomi Stanley yesterday.
It’s almost like Sloane Kenner walked into my life... and now no other woman exists.
I drop to my knees, my face at the small of her back.
I lick the spot above her tramp stamp, relishing the soapy salty taste of her skin. Her hands move backward along her thighs, finding my ears. I move my hands up to enclose hers as I kiss the two dimples above her beautiful round globes over her barely visible crack.
I used to be a man in control. It’s who I am. I create, I dominate.
But this girl has me.
She so has me.
I can’t believe this.
I can’t believe this is for me.
I used to think thoughts like this are for lesser men. Men who settle for one woman. I always made fun of them, ridiculed them, assumed there must be something wrong with them... like they’re infected by some sort of love parasite.
But I think I get it now.
I think I’m beginning to understand how one woman can light a fire unlike all the others.
Part of me wants to abandon ship and run.
But a new stronger part of me keeps me in place, commanding her... while at the same time knowing that she is truly the one commanding me.
TWENTY-ONE
Sloane
God, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. The heat from his breath and tongue at the small of my back has lit another source of wet fire in my front.
No man has ever been able to do this to me. It’s like he’s trying to devour me with his senses.
All the men... boys, really... that I’ve known have been more of the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am variety, so ready to go... bang!... then asleep in minutes.
But this man seems to want to take me on a sensual journey that is both erotic and torturous at the same time.
The tables are turned. With this man, I’m the one who needs to come sooner rather than later.
I’m even amazed at how fast it starts. The very second he told me to present myself, I felt a rush. Then, when he dipped his tongue into the small of my back...
Oh God!
I didn’t even know there’s an erogenous zone there. I don’t think any man has ever touched me there before.
I’m way beyond goose bumps now. He’s a sensual torture machine, teasing my body into complete submission.
I’ve never known desire like this, never felt such intense craving to be touched... to be manhandled, to be forced to the ground and fucked raw.
Oh, if only he would throw me down and do me.
I so need it.
I so want it.
And yet... and yet...
... he takes his time, continuing his endless exploration of my skin.
His tongue dips into the spot right above the boots and below my ass. I feel his hot breath in my crack, his face diving under the skirt to the open hole in the crotch-less leather panties.
His tongue finds my asshole.
A vibration charges all the way down to my feet, triggering a shiver up my spine and into my neck.
Oh, God.
Yes.
I can’t believe this.
I want this.
He licks and probes, teasing my backdoor with a hot wetness like I’ve never known.
“You taste so good,” he says. “I want to spend a year here.”
He dives back in, my anus complying with his mouth.
So good.
Such a strange sensation.
So dirty.
So fucking amazing.
Then he’s gone.
“On your hands and knees,” he commands.
“Yes, counsel.”
I do as he says.
His wall-to-wall carpet in here is lush, soft, and thick.
Behind me, he opens up a drawer and takes something out.
“Knees only,” he says.
I rise. Next thing I know he’s fitting a blindfold over my eyes, licking my shoulder at the same time.
The combination of fear and arousal lights my skin on fire.
“Hands and knees again,” he commands.
I go back into position.
Then there is silence. Not to mention darkness.
I hear the low hum of the building, barely audible. But nothing else.
So I wait.
And wait.
Nothing.
Hm.
What the fuck?
He’s not making a sound. I can’t even hear any breathing. I didn’t hear him leave the room. Is he even still here?
I think about speaking, but don’t want to break the spell.
Whoosh!
What the fuck was that? Something soft glided over my naked back. Something super-soft.
Goose bumps sparkle all over me at the tho
ught of the strange but very pleasant sensation.
Whoosh!
There it is again. This time on the back of my legs.
Whoosh! it goes over my back again.
Oh God, what is that? It feels like a woman’s long hair, maybe just one tied up strand of it.
Whoosh! it hits me in the face.
Yep, it’s hair. Thick and long hair. Shit, he didn’t bring somebody else in here, did he? I’m not up for that at all. I want only him. And I’m just not into girls.
“Ass up,” he says.
“Yes, counsel.”
There’s the voice I so desire. Its gravelly resonance is back, filling the room with a loudness that breaks the still space like smashing glass.
I push my ass up.
“Legs apart.”
“Yes, counsel.”
“Spread your ass cheeks.”
“Yes, counsel.”
I do as I’m told.
A stab of fear hits my chest. Do I really want to go through with this?
Whoosh! the hair falls over my spread asshole.
Oooh, maybe I do.
“More. I want you to feel cool air on your asshole.”
“Yes, counsel.”
I pull my cheeks as far apart as I possibly can, feeling a stretch right on my asshole. I feel the short skirt flip up onto my back.
“Very nice,” he says. “Very nice indeed.”
Then I hear the sound of a cap opening up. What is that? It’s so weird. When sight is unavailable, every sound is so intense.
Oh!
Something cool and wet is falling onto the top of my butt crack. I make a little squealy noise, enjoying the feeling as the substance dribbles down my crack all the way to my inflamed pussy lips.
Oh, that’s good.
Ah!
Those are fingers, massaging the substance... it must be lube... all around my butt crack.
He teases my folds as he rubs the lube all around, sending an electrical spark right into me. I squirm around and giggle.
“Mmm, you like that,” he says.
“Uh-huh.”
“What?”
“I mean... yes, counsel.”
He laughs. “This is just the beginning of what you’re going to feel tonight. Just the beginning, my sweet baby.”
Sweet baby.
Ooooh... how does he know I love that phrase? I’ll be his sweet baby—Olivia Pope to his Fitz Grant—anytime.
Ah!
More cool lube dribbles down, tons of it this time.
Oh God, this feels good. But how long will it feel good? What’s he planning for me?
Then I sense him up by my face. He places his hand on the back of my neck ever so slightly, launching tingles down my spine.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
Huh?
“Yes, counsel.”
I open my mouth and in comes something round and metallic.
“Suck on this,” he commands.
“Yes, counsel,” I say in muffled words around whatever it is.
It clinks on my teeth as I wrap my lips around it. It’s probably about an inch in diameter, a smooth metal ball with a base.
He moves it in and out of my mouth as I suck. This is weird. What the hell is this thing? I’d much rather be sucking his cock instead.
Oh, I know what it is!
Oh my God, it’s a butt plug. He’s going to put this up my ass, isn’t he?
My heart beats fast and my breathing sharpens.
Whack! he slaps the right cheek of my ass.
I groan.
Ooh, I like that.
Whack! onto the left cheek of my ass.
I shudder all over, a fire rising inside me.
What is it about that that’s so amazing?
I don’t know, but I also don’t care. I love it.
Whack!
God, yes.
I’m now sucking hard on the butt plug.
Whack!
Yep, that’s all it takes to convince me. A few whacks on my ass and all my thoughts fly away. I’m a fully compliant obedient girl now.
Then he pulls the plug out of my mouth.
I grit my teeth, because I know what’s coming.
But the sweet anticipation of it is incredibly exciting.
And there it is.
I feel it pressing up against my asshole.
So weird.
So smooth.
He works it in, stretching my hole ever so slightly.
“Ah!” I say, a little stab of pain jolting me back there.
He pulls it back and starts it again, slower.
Then he gets it in a little more.
“Ow!” I say, another bigger stab of pain.
He grumbles, then I feel another dribble of lube falling down from my crack.
Then...
Fingers!
One goes in my ass. Then two.
Ooooooh.
Wow.
Don’t know if I like that or not. Very weird. Very strange.
Then he pulls them out slowly, and puts them back in again.
My forearms are on the rug now. I’m gritting my teeth, breathing hard.
He takes his fingers out.
I’m thinking about saying something. Something like I’m not ready for this yet. Because that was just weird.
Whack!
Whack!
Whack!
Oh, God. Too good.
I’m back. That did it. Go ahead, take my ass.
I feel the cool metal slide all around the lube again as it touches my butthole.
He presses harder this time.
“Ahhhhh!” I say.
This time, it’s not painful. It’s just... so different. So weirdly different.
Then it’s out again.
Whew.
D’oh!
It’s back, stretching me wider.
My hands and feet lift up off the ground involuntarily. I make a grunting noise.
“You okay?” he says.
Good question. Am I okay? Let’s see, I’m on the floor of a rich man’s stunning penthouse apartment in a sexy leather outfit, blindfolded, having a metal plug inserted up my ass.
Hm.
Even more strangely, yes... I am okay.
“Yes, counsel,” I say.
The butt plug vanishes again. I take a deep breath, knowing it’s not going away for long.
And there it is.
Harder and firmer this time.
Oh... oh... big stretch now. I hold by breath, every muscle in body in a full-on clench.
Ow!
Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod.
Snap!
It’s in.
Oh my God, it’s in!
Holy shit, I have a plug up my ass. Holy motherfucking shit, I did it.
There’s no turning back now. I’ve crossed a line. I’m a deviant girl now.
My asshole clenches shut, drawing the plug in further. I gasp.
“You’re okay,” he says. “In fact, you’re a very good girl. I’m so proud of you. All I want you to do right now is get used to that sensation. Take your time.”
It takes some getting used to, that’s for sure. My butt is in a severe state of confusion, trying to make sense of its new friend-slash-invader.
Still don’t know if I like it, but I’m warming up to it. I swish my butt around in the air, feeling the smooth metal inside me.
Hmmm... I also feel the hair again. But this time on the back of my thighs, moving in rhythm to my swishes.
Oh my God!
Oh... my... God! I’m wearing a fucking tail!
Yep, the hair moves in unison as I wiggle left and right.
Suddenly, I like this a whole hell of a lot.
TWENTY-TWO
Drake
I take out my camera and snap a picture of this.
Too hot. Just fucking too hot.
The most beautiful girl in all of New York, blindfolded, her long blonde hair falling in decadent curls, wearing a metal-studd
ed patent leather outfit (including boots), on her hands and knees... with a big purple-and-turquoise unicorn tail dangling from her asshole.
Amazing.
I can see it’s taking some time for her to adjust to all these new sensations. I give her that time.
Then I remove a soft leather flogger from my stash and stand above her with my legs spread, my cock straining to get out of my pants so he can get inside her.
Down, boy. We need to instill some discipline first.
I hold the flogger upright, the soft little fronds about a foot above the center of her back.
I laugh to myself. She really has no idea what’s coming.
But my gut instinct tells me she’s going to love this.
I watch her skin closely as I lower the flogger so that just the very tips of the strands dash lightly on her back.
Her entire body reacts, her neck tensing with her head up. Her ass shakes. I think I even heard her say “oh” very softly.
I lower the flogger again, this time spinning the little fronds in circles as they dance on her tramp stamp.
“Oh,” she says, louder this time.
I laugh.
“You are such a sensitive girl,” I say. “Your nerve endings are on fire.”
“You’re telling me,” she says.
“Hey! Did I say you could speak?”
“No, counsel. Sorry, counsel.”
I smash the flogger across her back. She groans, biting down, as her body convulses. A line of pink shows up brightly on her pale skin almost instantly.
“That’s better,” I say, knowing full well she enjoyed that. I’m not punishing her at all. Punishing her would be to send her home to Queens.
And there’s no way I’m sending her home to Queens.
I haven’t figured out where this is headed yet, but she’s staying here for now. I don’t know exactly what this relationship will become, but for the next forty-seven days I will train this body into complete submission.
She will never be the same... nor will she ever want to go back.
She will have become a free human being... free to enjoy her sexuality without the constraint of others’ judgments... free to surrender to a real man like me.
I draw the flogger over her ass, poking it on top of the inserted tail. She wiggles her bum.
I think that may have triggered a drop of pre-cum in my pants.
Fine. Time to let the dog out.
