by Golden Angel
With a final nip to his lower lip, Olivia pulled away, leaving him hot-eyed and panting. She was feeling a bit breathless herself, her breasts swollen inside of her bra, itchy against the silky lace, and her thighs were pressed together in excitement. Glancing down his body, she could see his cock bulging at the front of his pants.
“Are you sure you want me to play with you tonight?” she asked him in a low, sultry voice, sliding a nail along his jawline. Her other hand was still in his hair although she’d gentled her grip just a touch. “I’m in a bit of a mood after seeing my car, cupcake. I might not play nicely.”
“Feel free to take out your aggression on me, ma’am,” he said with a cocky grin that she was tempted to make him regret.
But she needed to be gentle with her new toy until she knew exactly how much he could take.
And she wanted to go slowly for herself, because she still wasn’t entirely convinced this wasn’t a terrible idea.
She could work off a little of her stress though. The real question was, how far was she willing to go with him tonight?
******
If Olivia didn’t do something with him, Luke was sure he was going to explode. He hadn’t thought crawling across the floor for a kiss would be something that would turn him on, but doing it for her… and hot damn, that kiss. Worth every second of feeling awkward and vulnerable and silly on all fours. Olivia obviously hadn’t thought he was any of those things—except maybe vulnerable and he had a feeling she liked that part.
The fingers stroking his hair were both arousing and soothing, and he was both a bit surprised and intrigued by how much he liked having his hair played with. One nail skimmed the scruff on his chin and then ran down the side of his neck, pressing hard enough to scrape right on the edge of being painful. He could feel all the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rising and his cock pulsed as she silently examined his expression.
Holding still and not reaching for her took an incredible amount of willpower because he was feeling so impatient.
“Let’s take this off,” she murmured, a smile curving her lips as her nail dragged down the front of his chest to the first button of his shirt, which she easily popped open at the same time she finished her sentence.
Now Luke did move his hands, to the next button on his shirt and began undoing the front as Olivia sat back slightly to watch. He’d never had a woman just sit and watch him undress before for the sheer appreciation of just seeing him do so. Especially not one who had already seen him a lot more naked, but looked as interested in the process as if this was the first time. Is this how women felt when they did this for men? Sexy and exposed at the same time? He’d had a number of women undress in a sexy manner for him, but he’d never had it the other way around before. Never even thought about it till now.
Once his shirt was fully unbuttoned, Olivia leaned forward again, letting out a soft little sigh of appreciation as she slid her hands under his shirt and over his shoulders, pushing it off of his body. Her palms and fingers were soft against his skin, making him ache to be touched more than the light caress of her hands as his shirt slipped to the floor. As if she could read his mind, Olivia obliged, running her hands down his chest, over his pecs, and making him groan and shudder as she touched him. When she reached his nipples, her fingers swirled, paused… pinched.
Luke hissed.
“Geezus, woman.” He fisted his hands at his side at the hot pain as the tiny buds throbbed, his cock pulsing in the same rhythm.
“What happened to ‘ma’am’?” she asked, her lips curving with sadistic amusement as she twisted.
He gasped. Felt his legs tremble. Groaned. Fuck that hurt. And felt good. At the same time.
It had been years since he’d felt like a novice at anything sexual—even though he’d had occasional insecurities after Samantha had dumped him, he’d never really thought anyone had anything new to show him. Olivia made him feel like he hadn’t had enough imagination. She definitely did. And here he’d offered himself up as a canvas to work off her aggression, obviously thinking with his dick more than his brain.
“Fucking hell, ma’am,” he responded with a groan. When she released his nipples they still felt hotly pained, tender like he’d never experienced. Then she placed her hand over the bulge at the front of his pants and he stopped giving a shit about how his nipples felt. His back arched, head tipping back, hips thrusting forward, and his hand was atop hers before he could think about it, trying to curve her fingers more firmly around his dick through his pants, because it felt so fucking good.
“Hands off,” Olivia ordered, her voice suddenly sharp and displeased, and Luke nearly whimpered, jerking his hand away from hers like he’d been burned. But she was a beautiful and benevolent sexual goddess, and she kept her hand right where it was on his needy cock. “Behind your back, cupcake, to help you control yourself. And stand up.”
Standing up with his hands behind his back, each hand cupping an elbow the way she’d instructed in class earlier to make the position easier to hold, wasn’t easy but he managed. Their respective heights put the bulge of his cock right in front of her face, her hand still just holding steady over his pants and driving him fucking wild with just that small amount of constant pressure.
Her smile widened as she began to undo the front of his pants, like she was opening a present to herself, and a groan rumbled through his chest as he struggled with keeping himself still. This was definitely not what he was used to, but fuck him if he didn’t like it. Actually… just fuck him. Please.
“Mmmm, very nice,” she said, her voice sultry as his cock sprung out, achingly hard and bobbing in front of her. He was about to say something flirtatious, hopefully witty, back when she curled her fingers around his length and pumped.
Slowly.
Firmly.
Gliding her hand back up along the shaft to thumb the wet fluid gathered at his tip.
His voice caught in his throat, strangling him.
Damn the woman had a strong grip. His knees wobbled, threatening to buckle, and for some reason he found himself gripping his elbows tighter as if that would help. Strangely, it seemed to.
“I think,” she mused, giving him another slow stroke that made him tremble. “I would like you on your back on the floor.”
Stroke.
“Hands behind your head.”
Stroke.
Release.
He groaned in disappointment.
“Down, cupcake. Now.”
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Chapter 9
Luke looked so masculinely pretty laid out naked on her plush beige carpet, fingers wreathed behind his head looking like he was lounging there. Only the tension in his muscles gave away that he wasn’t just relaxing, cock up in the air like a thick, long flagstaff rising from the nest of dark curls. Well-trimmed curls, she noted. Olivia did appreciate a nice cock with good grooming and Luke had both going for him. Somehow she wasn’t surprised.
He was watching her with a hot, excited gaze that made her even more aroused, seeing how focused he was, watching him holding himself still as he waited on her. Olivia was rather enjoying making him wait too, not just to draw out the tension (although that was very nice) but because she appreciated a good, buff, naked male on her rug. The time Luke spent being hands on with his contracting business showed, not just in the callouses on his palms but in the broadness of his shoulders, the definition of his biceps as they flexed on either side of his head, the definition of his pecs, and the ridges down his stomach.
“Bend your knees,” she murmured, nudging his legs into place.
It only took a few moments for her to arrange him exactly how she wanted him. Hands behind his head, knees in the air, feet planted on the floor… impossible if she was going to ride him, and the sadist in her enjoyed the disappointment in his expression. What the position did do was give her a bit of access to his fantastic ass.
From his survey, Olivia knew hi
s ass was entirely virgin, but like most Dommes she loved ass play. The three Ps: Plugs, Probes, and Pegging. That was how she thought of them. Most men didn’t even know how much they were missing out on when they refused to let their ass be part of the sexual equation, but anyone Olivia played with found out real fast. With her fingers if nothing else.
“Good,” she said approvingly once he was in position, bending at the waist to give his straining cock another stroke as a reward and also—not incidentally—a peek at her lacy black bra as the front of her shirt gaped. Luke groaned, pushing up off his feet so his hips and ass lifted. Chuckling, Olivia let go of his cock. “Now stay right there, I just have a couple things I want to grab.”
Giving him a wicked smile to meet his incredulous look, she quickly turned and made for the kitchen. Behind her, Luke groaned and there was a soft, muffled thump as he dropped his head back down on the carpet to wait on her.
Like any good dominant, Olivia could easily come up with quite a few pervertibles—everyday items which could be made kinky. However, she didn’t want to keep Luke waiting for too long, and she didn’t want to dive right into anything too hardcore, so she just plucked a couple ice cubes from the freezer and dropped them in a bowl to carry, a rubber band from the drawer, and then swung around to the desk where she kept a small tube of lube—it wasn’t just Boy Scouts who could be prepared—on her way back to Luke’s supine form. His cock was still fully erect, and Olivia let out a small sigh of appreciation for hot, obedient men.
******
While Olivia had been gathering whatever it was she was gathering, Luke had rested his head in his hands again, the way she’d wanted him to. He felt oddly vulnerable, just lying there in wait for whatever she was doing, his legs spread and knees pointed to the ceiling.
He was starting to feel like a broken record, as Olivia kept putting him in positions he’d never been in before. At least he wasn’t required to admit his inexperience to her.
Waiting wasn’t exactly easy, mentally, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to disappoint her on something so simple. When she came back into the room and he turned his head to look at her, the satisfied smile on her face made the wait worth it, even if he did feel a little twitchy. In some ways, it would have been easier if she’d tied him down—then he wouldn’t have had any choice but to wait. Now he understood what Liam and Hilary had meant when they’d told him about honor bondage and why Liam felt it was more powerful than actual ropes or cuffs. It took a lot more effort on the part of the submissive to not move.
“Very good, cupcake,” she said, kneeling down gracefully between his spread legs and setting down the bowl she was carrying. “I bet it was hard not to move.”
“A bit,” he admitted, and then groaned as she took his cock in her hand again, pumping the straining organ. His hips pushed up, seeking more of the stimulation, only to be pulled back down when her other hand grasped his balls and tugged—not entirely gently. Pained pleasure shot up his spine as his ass thudded back down on the carpet. Olivia rolled his balls in her hand, squeezing just hard enough to make little beads of sweat pop out on his forehead, his fingers gripping each other beneath his head to keep from reaching down and trying to protect his jewels—and yet his cock was harder than ever. “Fuck!”
Olivia chuckled as he started to pant, one hand still working his cock, the other squeezing and rolling the tender balls in his sack. It felt almost too painful to feel good… almost. But because her careful movements never quite crossed the line to actually hurting, it felt fucking phenomenal.
When she released both hands at once, Luke cried out. His balls were aching pleasantly from the rough play, his cock throbbing with the need to cum.
She was definitely a sadist.
Something wrapped around his balls, right where they met his body, and held. Not tightly. Just enough that he could feel it. Very gently. A sharp contrast to the way she’d just been manipulating his poor sack.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Just a rubber band,” Olivia said, stroking his sack with careful fingers. “It’s only doubled over so it won’t restrict your blood flow much—just enough to make your balls a little more sensitive.”
Luke regretted asking. Her tone implied she was saying something reassuring, but putting ‘rubber band’ and ‘your balls’ together in the same sentence just sounded fucking terrifying. Letting out a small laugh at his expression, she flipped open the cap on a little tube she’d brought over, which Luke quickly realized was lube as she spread it on her fingers.
Wrapping her hand around his cock again, she began to stroke with her now slippery palm.
“If you don’t like it, all you have to do is say ‘red,’” she practically purred at him, working her hand up and down his dick. Luke whimpered.
That felt… incredible. The band around his balls didn’t hurt, but it did seem to amplify the sensation of her slick hand pumping on his dick, the brush of her fingers from her other hand over the already sensitive skin. And when her slick fingers from the hand not around his cock began to rub lube on the crinkled star of his ass, his hips bucked and his balls bounced, sending little starbursts of sensation through him. Pleasure? Pain? He wasn’t even sure anymore.
Her finger slid inside of him, her other hand giving his cock long, slow strokes through her slick grip, making him tighten in both discomfort and erotic bliss. Fuck… that felt better than he’d imagined.
Full.
Invasive.
A slight burning as the ring of muscle at his entrance was stretched.
Intimate.
Hot pleasure.
Her finger slid deeper and his cock strained upwards again, his eyes closing and expression tightening as he tried to assimilate all these new sensations. He was squirming both mentally and physically, but he didn’t want her to stop either. It felt too good. When her finger pumped, he moaned. It probed and he shuddered. She found a spot inside of him and he let out a strangled cry at the intense ecstasy that followed as her finger stroked. Her thumb pressed down on a spot on the base of his cock, stopping the orgasm that had almost materialized.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” he panted.
“Bad boy,” she purred, her hand screwing on his cock in a twisting motion that had his body bowing. “I didn’t say you could cum yet.”
The full feeling in his ass receded as she removed her fingers, leaving him feeling empty, disappointed, and maybe a little relieved at the short reprieve.
There was a small clinking sound and then suddenly something freezing touched the tiny bundle of nerves and Luke cried out, jerking as it pushed inside of him. If it wasn’t for her hand still stroking his cock, he probably would have popped right up like a jack rabbit but…
Cold liquid dripped from the entrance of his ass, her finger pushing the cube in deeper as he twisted and clenched. It was so fucking cold… so why did it feel so fucking hot?
******
The tight grip of Luke’s virgin ass around her finger trembled. His cock was rock hard, practically pulsing in her palm, and she could see the struggle on his face as she played with his ass.
The desire. The reluctance. The pain and pleasure. The fight to remain submissive and let her do as she pleased with his body.
When he slumped, another moan sliding past his lips, Olivia felt the rush of adrenaline and erotic power that came from dominating another person. Because that person was Luke, the rush felt even more powerful, more intimate. Something she didn’t want to dwell too much on right now.
“Good, Luke,” she said, pumping her finger. The ice made his tight channel cold, which would both enhance and numb some of the sensations. At least until it melted completely and the inside of his body began to heat back up. His cock jerked in her hand, heavy and hot, and Olivia had to resist her own impulse to climb on and ride her way to glory.
Damn but she wanted him inside of her…
Not yet though. Not tonight. Even though his Stronghold survey had indicated he
was open to sex during the class, if the two of them were really going to do this, Olivia wanted to take her time. Sex might indicate a willingness on her part to jump right into a relationship, making unspoken promises she wasn’t ready to commit to yet.
But that didn’t meant they couldn’t do other things.
Giving Luke’s cock and ass one last pump, Olivia stood, her hands and fingers sliding away from him and leaving him panting for breath.
A small smile on her face, she rose above him and started to strip.
Laid out in front of her, Luke’s cock had turned a dark pink as it strained for release, his balls a little darker as the rubber band around the base of his sack constricted blood flow just enough to make it extra sensitive. She could tell he was struggling to keep his hands in place behind his head—which was why she had put them there. The placement actually made it a little easier for him to hold position than if he hadn’t had something to hold on to.
Seeing the desire flaring in his eyes as she stripped down, taking her time to shuck off her shirt and pants, then her matching lace bra and panties, was more than a little satisfying. His cock bobbed as his lower muscles clenched in response, a visceral reaction she luxuriated in.
“Lower your arms to your sides,” she ordered. As soon as he did so, she planted one foot on either side of his head, enjoying the way his expression lit up, his eyes most definitely not fixed on her face. From his position, he’d mostly be able to see her pink pussy, fringed with neatly trimmed dark red curls and the triangle of hair she preferred on her mound.
Olivia knelt down, one knee on either side of his head, her pussy hovering inches above his lips. She could feel his hot breath panting on her sensitive folds, his blue eyes almost incredulous and wild with excitement.
“Okay, cupcake,” she said, smiling down at him. Her hands gripped his hair firmly, pulling his head up to meet her lowering cunt. “Show me what you can do.”
