The Victoria Blisse Collection

by Victoria Blisse

  “I’m great, thanks,” he replied.

  “Roll over, I’ll unplug you.” He chuckled and rolled onto his front, then tucked his knees beneath him. He sighed with relief as I pulled out the plug and walked over to the sink to give it a wash.

  “All done.” I grinned when I had finished tidying up and rolled onto the bed beside him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his chest.

  “You know, Kelly,” he said, “I’ve never done anything so, you know, kinky before.”

  “Really? I wouldn’t have known. You were fantastic.”

  “Was I?”

  “Yep. Did you enjoy it?”

  “Oh, hell yes,” he replied without hesitation, “It’s always been my fantasy, you know? I’ve never met a woman like you before though, Kelly. They’ve always wanted me to take charge.”

  “I know, the feeling,” I replied. “Guys often do not like it when I suggest I tie them up and stick things up their arses. I don’t know why.”

  He laughed. “Neither do I. That was fucking amazing.”

  “Good, I like to keep my slave boy’s happy.”

  “And you do it very well, Mistress.” I did not have to look at his face to see him smiling. It was apparent in his voice.

  “And you know what I want now, what I really need?”

  “No,” he replied, an eager note to his voice.

  “Food,” I replied and he laughed. “I know this excellent little Italian place. I’ve had a deep craving for his Cannelloni for weeks and I’m not being suggestive for a change.”

  “Italian it is then.” Rob pulled himself up as I lifted my body away from him. “I’ll just take a quick shower and then I’ll be ready.”

  “Erm, pardon?” I looked at him and he furrowed his brow with confusion. “I just took a lot time and effort to mark you as my own, young man. You will go to dinner smelling of me, right?”

  “But...”

  I didn’t let him finish his protest. I cut in quickly. “But nothing. I want to smell our sex on you all night. I want you to smell it, and I want you to know you’re mine. I want everyone else to smell it, then they will know I am your Mistress and you belong to me. Get it?”

  “Yes, Mistress,” he gulped hesitantly.

  “Good. I’ll have to punish you later for answering back. Just be thankful I’m feeling lenient tonight, or that butt plug would be back in your arse and would stay there all evening long, preparing you for my cock later. Fortunately for you I’m too damn hungry to mess about doing that. Get dressed.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He started to pull on his pants. As I walked past I leant over and kissed the top of his head.

  “You know you can stop this at any time, right?” I did not want him complying from real duress.

  “I don’t want it to stop,” he whispered back and lifted his face to mine. The assault of his lips on mine, combined with the scent of my pussy on his lips, made me light-headed with lust. If my stomach had not have been growling for respite, I would have pushed him back and fucked him again right there. His scent was heavenly. Musky, heavy, masculine and covered with my own very intimate personal perfume I walked over to pick up my bra.

  I picked out a short, purple dress from my wardrobe and pulled it over my bra. I made sure he noticed my lack of knickers underneath the light floaty fabric and winked at him when he let out a little groan of acknowledgement.

  “Come on, it’s time to eat.”

  I held his hand as we walked down the street towards the restaurant. He had his leather jacket on again and that heavy, sexual musk blended in with the scent-cocktail on his skin brilliantly. I wanted him so much at that moment, but I knew it would be all the better after I had eaten.

  The Italian place was softly lit and busy. The walls were a warm yellow and the atmosphere was buzzing. The aroma was unbelievably rich; tomatoes, garlic and steak mixing with notes of basil and melted cheese to create a heavenly meal for my nose. If I was hungry before hitting the restaurant, I was famished after smelling all it had to offer.

  We had to sit and wait to be called to our tables. We read the menu huddled together, our heads touching. I chose the Cannelloni and he picked out a steak. I joked that he would need the red meat to keep his strength up for later. He chuckled, but there was a meaningful, sexual rasp underlying his tone.

  “I need to get back home at some point tonight,” he said. “I’ve got a job on tomorrow.”

  “What do you do?” I asked, sad to hear that our time would be coming to a close so soon.

  “I’m a plumber,” he replied, “back in Leeds.”

  “Well, if I ever need a plumber, will you come on over to Manchester to see to me?” I asked with a cheeky wink,

  “For you, I’d go to the ends of the earth.” I blushed with delight at his emphatic answer.

  “Good.” I replied, “I do believe my pipes have seemed a little clogged up of late.”

  “I’ll give you my card.” He fished around in his inside pocket and pulled out a little, white rectangle. “Here, just ring me if you ever need me.”

  I took the card and slipped it into my little handbag.

  “I certainly, will.” I replied.

  “Follow me.” The black-haired waitress smiled as she showed us to our table in the corner of the room. “Your food will be with you soon.’

  “Thank you.” I smiled as Rob pulled out my chair. “Aren’t you trained well.”

  “I like to think I’m a bit of a gentleman,” he replied and sat on the seat opposite me at the small, intimate table.

  “I am starving.” I licked my lips as a steaming plate of pasta was carried past to the table beside us.

  “So am I. Somehow, I worked up an appetite.”

  “I am a demanding Mistress,” I quipped and he blushed, his eyes darting to the side to see if anyone had overheard me. He was obviously extra aware of what others might think. I could smell my intimate scent on him even across the table. I smiled gently as his cheeks flushed. He was a fantastic play toy. I was so glad I had run into him. It was only a shame that we had to be parted so soon. I was fairly sure there would be a plumbing disaster at my house sometime in the near future, though.

  I smelled the garlic bread long before it arrived at our table and my stomach rumbled in anticipation.

  “Your main meals will be here in a moment.” The Italian waiter smiled broadly and I smiled weakly back. His greasy hair product was assaulting my nose so much that it took a moment for my nostrils to ignore it and concentrate on the warm, garlicky smell emanating from the wheel of thin bread in the centre of the table.

  “This smells so good.” I sniffed the air as I pulled a piece of crispy cooked dough from the wheel.

  “It tastes good, too.” Rob said and I noticed he’d already taken a big bite of his slice.

  “Well, that’ll be an extra few whacks tonight, boy.” I put on a stern face, “Didn’t your mummy teach you any manners?”

  “Sorry,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushed.

  “Pardon?” I raised an eyebrow. I’m sure he was embarrassed, but I enjoy this kind of play in public. If he didn’t, I would have been bitterly disappointed.

  “Sorry, Mistress.” He whispered, but I didn’t push it. I nodded and took a bite of my garlic bread.

  “That’s better. Now enjoy your food.”

  I feel sorry for the kind of person who does not pause before forking their meal into their mouth. When my main course arrived, I stared at it for a long moment. I watched the hot cheese bubbling on top and the rivulets of hot, tomato sauce bleeding into its pure white. I inhaled deeply. The mild creamy cheese and the sharp tomato blended perfectly with hints of garlic, meat and basil.

  This time, Rob waited until I had plunged my fork into the rolls of comforting pasta before he began to eat his. We did not converse mu
ch over our food. We were too busy eating. We shared yummy noises and the odd comment, but mostly we enjoyed our food in silence.

  “Do you want dessert?” I asked as the main meal pots were cleared away by Greasy, the waiter.

  “I’m full, but do you want dessert? I’m happy to sit and watch.”

  I smiled and wondered if I could find room for a delicious ice-cream concoction.

  “No, I’m full,” I replied in the end.

  “I’ll get the bill then.”

  “Okay. I’m just going to visit the ladies, I’ll be back in a moment.”

  As I stood and turned my back to him, I flicked the edge of my skirt so that he was treated to a view of my naked buttock. I walked slowly across the room, swinging my hips. I was horny again. Italian food always made me horny, as did exhibitionism and a hot, submissive man.

  When I came back to the table, Rob was in the middle of paying the bill. As he finished, I slipped my arm through his and we walked out into the sharp, autumn evening.

  “How much do I owe you?”

  “Nothing, my treat,” he said.

  “Are you sure?” I was quite happy to pay my way. Just because he was my sexual submissive did not mean I wasn’t happy to pay my way.

  “I’m sure, really.”

  “Okay.” We walked on, my heels clicking on the tarmac. The streets were strangely quiet without the haunting call of the seagulls. It was already dark and the streetlights were on. They showered us with their mellow orange light.

  I got a wicked idea as we passed a dark alleyway and pulled Rob so hard he nearly tripped.

  “What the…”

  “Shh,” I interrupted, “now this is my treat for you.”

  I backed up against the scratchy wall and pulled him against me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed hold of his hair, pulling him down onto my lips and kissing him fiercely. He responded, his hands roaming down my sides, then cupping my breasts. I moaned with delight.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned, “Fuck me now. I’m so hot. You smell so good.”

  He did. I could smell our sex on him, the amazing act of our lovemaking mapped out for my nose to detect and my mind to recollect.

  “Here? Are you sure?”

  “Yes, yes I’m sure. Fuck me now, boy, because I am going to fuck you long and hard later and your cock will not get another chance to enjoy the heat of my cunt tonight.”

  “I’ve never been fucked before, Mistress,” he moaned as I pulled open his fly and zip. His pants slithered down to his knees and his hard dick poked out of the opening at the front of his boxers. I stroked him.

  “It’s okay,” I cooed as his hands lifted the material off my hips and he pressed his pelvis harder against me. “I will take it easy. I’m going to enjoy fucking your virgin arse.’”

  “Fuck,” he panted and lifted my leg, holding my thigh in his powerful, rough hand. I was spread wide and soaking wet, so when his cock entered me he slipped in smoothly. I hooked my other leg around him and clung to his leather jacket for dear life as he pumped into me, hard and fast. He was strong. To be able to hold me up and fuck me like this, he had to be. He groaned and grunted and I encouraged him on.

  “Oh fuck, fill me up, lover, fill me up. Yes, fuck me, drive your cock in harder, yes, someone might see, oh fuck, hurry up, fuck me.”

  I do not often come without direct clitoral stimulation, but then and there I mumbled, cursed and thrashed as I came from the fucking of his cock and the pressure of his pelvis on mine. The wall was rough and scratched my back, the alley smelt of old food and dampness, but I didn’t care. I could smell him, his leather, his citrus scent and my musk. I buried my face in his shoulder to inhale more of the heady combination.

  He roared, literally roared like a lion as he came. He shuddered all over and I clung tightly to him as he took a moment to recover from his orgasm. He let my legs go and we disengaged.

  “Come on, zip up. People will have heard that roar miles away.”

  He laughed. I couldn’t see his cheeks, but I bet they were flushed. “I couldn’t help it, you’re so damn sexy.”

  “Why, thank you,” I replied, stroking the skirt down over my hips. “Come on, before we’re discovered.”

  I grabbed his hand and he squeezed my fingers. I was relieved to see there was no one watching as we exited the alley. Sex in public is thrilling for that element of maybe getting caught, but in reality I wasn’t sure what I’d do if it ever happened.

  “Are you coming back to my room?” I asked as I remembered my manners.

  “I really want to, Kelly, but I can’t stay overnight. You know, I have this job I need to get to.”

  “Sure, I only want to use your body, then you can fuck off anyway.” I laughed.

  “I need to get going by about eleven…”

  “Rob, you’re not married, are you?” I interrupted as a worrying thought entered my mind.

  “No, no, I’m not. Why ever would you think I was?”

  “You’re desperate to get home on a Saturday night, seems a little suspicious to me.”

  “I swear, I’ve got a job, Kelly. It’s a big one, too, and well paid. I need to pay the bills and I’m afraid plumbers are needed twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”

  “Okay,” I nodded, satisfied by his explanation.

  “I’d love to stay otherwise, surely you realise that.” He sounded hurt, so I smiled and nodded my head as I rubbed my hand down his arm.

  “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for doubting you. I shouldn’t have.” He smiled then and I knew I had been forgiven. “Come on lover, let’s get back. I’m still incredibly horny.”

  “I was hoping you’d say that.” He squeezed my fingers and I laid my worries aside. I had been screwed over one too many times before, by men who were married or at least involved with another woman. Truth be told, I did not want Rob to belong to anyone else. I wanted him to be mine and I wanted him to be mine forever. I know it was foolish to fall so deep in such a short time, but this man; his smell, his words, his body and soul intoxicated me. I wanted to be so much more than a holiday fling for him.

  I put all this on the back burner and concentrated on the evening to come. I was still worried that I would lose this perfect partner, but I could worry about that come the morning. Before then, I needed to make sure he would be incapable of forgetting me.

  In the bedroom I ripped off his jacket and forcefully kissed him. I was in no mood to take it easy; my blood was fired with the quick fuck of moments ago and I needed more satisfaction. I needed to completely dominate my sub in the most erotic way I knew how.

  He responded lustfully to my advances. His lips were eager, as were his hands. They roamed over my body and I wondered if he was simply excited by me and the moment or if he was remembering what I had been promising him all evening.

  Sometimes you don’t want a kiss to end. Sometimes you keep your lips fastened to his as you pull off clothes and touch flesh and arouse other parts. Because it is that lip lock that holds you together, that completes the circuit of arousal. I undid his shirt buttons with our mouths joined and unzipped him with the kiss still on our lips. I was consumed by passion, consumed by lust and I wanted to feel him close. I did not want to be parted from him and as I caressed his body, his muscled arms and chest and his hard, eager cock, I willed him to feel the same.

  I was close to tears from the fear of losing him when I pulled myself together. I was the one in charge here, and I would not be swayed by silly emotions. I could deal with them later. I had things to do.

  I pulled my lips from his. They tingled. We stood panting, facing each other. I was still fully clothed, but his shirt was discarded to the floor and his trousers rested with his boxers, around his knees.

  I snapped into Mistress mode as I surveyed his dishevelled look. I remembered everything I had promised and
my eyes must have shone with the wicked glint of anticipation.

  “Now, boy, I do believe I owe you some punishment. What did I say I would punish you for?”

  I love to make my submissive squirm. I like to hear them relay their guilt, to extend the punishment into the mental realms as well as the physical.

  “I answered back, Mistress and I did not wait for you at the restaurant, either.”

  “Oh, yes, that’s right. You were eager to wash off my mark weren’t you, silly boy. How have you enjoyed smelling of me all evening?”

  “It has been exquisite torture, Mistress. Every time I caught the scent from my skin I wanted you. I wanted to fuck you, Mistress.”

  “Right there in front of all those people?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Good boy. That is what I wanted. I felt the same, you know. I could smell my pussy on you, the scent of our lovemaking, and I wanted you.”

  I ran a finger down his chest.

  “And now, that punishment. Get into position. You should be accustomed to it by now.”

  He made a move to untie his shoes, but I tutted. “Did I say you could take those off? No, I didn’t. Leave them and get on the bed before you try my patience anymore.”

  I watched him hobble over to the bed, his movements impeded by the trousers at half-mast around his knees.

  “Now, I think I will use my bare hands, at least at first. I want to feel your naughty bottom get hot and bothered.”

  I stepped over to the bed and stood beside him. I ran a finger over his buttocks. They had recovered from their earlier treatment and needed pinking up once more.

  I slapped down without hesitation and enjoyed the rock of his hips as I hit him. I continued to spank him without pause, my hand and his arse cheek getting hotter with each spank. I moved from one cheek to the other to get some colour into that one, too. It wasn’t long before he was yelping in pain.

  “Hush, boy,” I commanded, ‘and stay still, please. Take your punishment like a man. I’ve only just got started.”