From Top to Bottom

by Harper Bliss

She hesitated for a moment. Then, nodded her head.

  “Show me.”

  She pulled her skirt up high on her thighs, exposing only the tops of her creamy, long legs. She had on black stockings—the kind that held themselves up—and I could just about tell that she was wearing a G-string. I swallowed hard; my mouth and throat had gone completely dry. She was amazing. “Higher. Pull it up higher. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? Did you wear that on purpose? Did you know you were going to get fucked tonight? Answer me.”

  “I… I hoped that I would.” She still didn’t turn around, and her voice was small. I was surprised because she had been so confident in the bar, and now she seemed unsure. “Hey. Look at me.” I said it softly—not strictly within the rules, but I wanted to see her face. She turned around then, her eyes to the floor. She looked nervous as hell. “It’s okay. You’re beautiful. Do you know that? How beautiful you are?”

  She smiled then. Just a small one, but enough to let me know she was okay. “Turn around now. I want to see your ass. I want to see that tight, round ass. I want to see what I’m going to be fucking soon.” I hardened my voice. Even though I was about ready to come in my jeans, I sounded cool and confident, and she needed that.

  She bent forward, leaning against the cushions on the back of the couch. The skirt rode up a little higher and I saw the bottoms of her ass cheeks. “Are you wet? Answer me.”

  “I… yes.”

  “Show me.”

  She turned around again, unsure of what I wanted her to do. She didn’t speak though, and that was good. She remembered not to talk without permission. She was a quick learner, but it might prove to be a problem later. I wanted to punish her—she would want to be punished. I’d have to make up a reason to do it, or she’d need to break the rules. Either way, it didn’t matter. Later on, she was going to get her ass paddled.

  “Put your finger inside yourself. I want to see how wet you are. Put it inside your pussy and then come here.”

  She did as I asked, coming to stand in front of me, her index finger glistening with the evidence of her arousal. “Suck it. Lick it all off.” I watched as she ran her tongue slowly up her finger and made a moaning sound deep in her chest. I was close enough to see her pupils dilate and her nostrils flare. I knew this look—this look said that she was turned on, and that she wanted to come. Soon.

  Before she’d finished, I grabbed her hand, forced it down between her legs where her skirt had stayed hitched. Careful not to be too rough, I pushed her finger into the folds of her sex and then brought it back up for my inspection. I brought it close to my nose and then sampled the juices that coated it, with the very tip of my tongue. She was sweet and salty, and I loved the taste of her.

  “Okay, back on the couch like before. Slide those panties off—if you can even call them panties. Good. Now, lean forward over the back of it. Yeah, like that. Spread your legs. I want to see your pussy. That’s good, you’re doing real good. God, you’re wet. And swollen. Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Beg me then. I want you to beg me to fuck you. Can you do that?”

  I knew she wouldn’t. Knew it as soon as I saw her back stiffen. She wasn’t ready to beg yet, and that was good. “I gave you an order. I told you that I wanted you to beg me to fuck you. Can you do that? Do it. Now.” Still nothing. I smiled. This would be driving her crazy. I could almost hear the words ‘go fuck yourself’ on the tip of her tongue. I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t—I couldn’t. If I laughed, I knew she really would tell me to go and fuck myself, and then the game would be over.

  “Okay. This isn’t good news for you. You disobeyed me, and I won’t be disobeyed. Not by you. That’s my pussy you’ve got over there, and when I tell you to do something, you’ll fucking do it. Get up.”

  She got up. Stood before me with her eyes to the floor. I could almost feel the excitement coming off of her. She knew what was coming next, and she wanted it bad. “Go to that bag over there. See it? In the bedroom? Bring it here.”

  When she placed the bag at my feet, where I’d moved to sit on the couch, I instructed her to open it. I wanted her to see the array of toys in there. Handcuffs and strap-ons and butt plugs. I’d gone a little crazy in the sex store and picked a bunch of stuff out. I doubted that I’d get to use it all tonight, but that didn’t matter. There would be other nights.

  “Take out the paddle. Good, now hitch your skirt all the way up.” She was standing directly in front of me, I could smell how turned on she was. “Open yourself. Show me that clit. Nice. Now, rub it for me. Oh, yeah, that’s good.” I leaned back into the couch and watched as she drew her finger in small circles around her clit, the other hand still holding the paddle. I wanted to grab her hips and pull her to my mouth, but I didn’t. I watched as her breathing deepened and she moaned softly. Her finger was soon joined by another, both moving faster and faster as she began to climax.

  “Stop.”

  “What?” Her eyes flew open, but her fingers continued circling her clit.

  “I said stop.” I pushed her hand away and then, slapped her pussy. Not too hard, but not softly either. Her eyes widened, and then narrowed. I sensed her about to say something—probably about to call me an asshole—but she didn’t in the end. Remembering the game we were playing, she dropped her eyes to the floor. I couldn’t help myself, I reached out and ran my finger between her folds, grasped her clit gently and ran it between my fingers. Her pelvis jerked and she pushed into my hand.

  “That’s enough. Now, come here and lie over my lap. You disobeyed me and I have to punish you. Good. Okay, scoot up a little. That’s good. Remember, ‘Cody’, if you want me to stop.” She didn’t answer, so I guessed we were good to go. I looked at her ass, lying there over my lap. I ran my hand over the soft swell of it, and down along the cleft. I pushed gently into the space between and found the tight ring of muscle. It was already wet from her juices, so it didn’t need any lubrication. I followed the outline of it gently and felt her squirm in my lap. “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, then I’d better stop. I’m supposed to be punishing you.” I almost laughed at the sound of her ‘hmph’ beneath me.

  Without warning, I brought the paddle down on her ass. It wasn’t hard, but I guess the shock of it was enough to make her cry out. I used my hand to smooth over her cheeks which were already turning red. I brought it down a second time, a little harder, but still only enough to make it sting. I paddled her three more times in quick succession before I judged it was enough. Her ass was bright red and must have been stinging pretty badly, but she hadn’t made a sound since that first time. I was proud of her.

  “Get up.” She stood quickly, bare from the waist down, her pussy swollen and wet. “I’ve got a feeling you enjoyed that. Did you? Did you like it when I spanked your ass? Answer me.”

  “No.”

  “I don’t believe you. Get on your knees.” For a second, I thought she wouldn’t. Not because she didn’t want to, but because she didn’t like being told what to do. I was relieved when she dropped to her knees in front of me. “Unzip me. Pull my jeans down.” I lifted my hips so she could get them down around my knees, and slid a little closer to the edge of the couch. “Now, you’re going to eat my pussy. You’d better do a good job too. With that mouth, you’ve got no excuse not to. Get to it.”

  She smelled good enough to eat. And I was happy to be eating her. I hadn’t been sure about tonight at all. I had played with the idea of being submissive before, a little spanking here, a little bondage there. But this was new. Putting myself in someone else’s control wasn’t something I was used to.

  When I’d seen her walk up to me at the bar, my reservations had disappeared. She was perfect—my Domme fantasy come to life—and I had found myself getting wet just at the sight of her standing in front of me, so confident and sure.

  The hotel suite was something else though. It must have cost a fortune and seemed like a waste for one
night. But, as I’d knelt on the couch, showing her my pussy and listening to her suck in a breath behind me that she thought I hadn’t heard, I decided that it was perfect. The whole night was exactly right, and I wanted to return the gift she was giving to me. I wanted to be the submissive that she had dreamed of.

  I could hear her breathing becoming more labored above me, as I licked her slowly. I took my time, circling gently around her clit. A quick flick up one side of her inner fold, and then the other. She groaned above me, her hips beginning a familiar steady rhythm, as she took my head between her hands and pulled me harder into her.

  “Oh God, baby, that feels so good. You’re so good at licking pussy. Yeah, just like that.” I smiled into her crotch and began to quicken my pace. She groaned again, grinding more insistently and I could feel that she was close to coming. Glancing up quickly, I could see that her eyes were squeezed shut, so I moved my hand down to my own aching clit. It was wet and swollen, and I needed to come so badly. I didn’t think she’d notice, but the next thing I knew, she had pulled herself out of my mouth and was watching me with a half smile on her lips.

  Part of me was pleased—it might mean another spanking—but I was so heavy and wet, and I didn’t think that I had ever needed to come so much before.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” Her voice was soft and her eyes shone. I could tell that she was happy I’d disobeyed her. “Answer me.” She grasped my chin gently, shaking it slightly.

  “I… I’m sorry.”

  “That’s not what I asked. I asked if you thought I wouldn’t notice you servicing your own pussy—my pussy, really.”

  “I didn’t think you’d mind.” My clit was tingling in anticipation of what might come next.

  “Well, I guess we’re going to have to address that, aren’t we?”

  I didn’t answer her as she hadn’t given me permission to speak—God, even that turned me on. And, I was surprised. In my real life, I didn’t ask anybody’s permission for anything. At work especially, they usually asked me.

  She sighed. “Go to the bag. I want you to take out the cock and harness and bring them to me. Now.”

  Jesus, I was excited. I’d used a dildo before, but the one I had seen in the bag earlier was bigger than anything I’d ever had inside me. My pussy ached for it, to feel her inside me, pounding me until I couldn’t think.

  I brought her the equipment, and stood in front of her, waiting. My skirt was still hitched up around my waist, exposing my lower half completely. I felt my juices coating my inner thighs and I knew she could see it too.

  She seemed to consider for a moment, before standing.

  “Take your clothes off. All of them. Now.” I did as she asked. Slowly, I pulled my shirt over my head, baring my lacy black bra which showed just a shadow of the nipples beneath. “Nice.” I heard her whisper. Then, I dragged down my skirt, leaving me in nothing except my stockings and heels. Her eyes were bugging out of her head, and I was pleased. I’d gone to a lot of trouble this evening in the hopes of getting that very reaction.

  “Go over to the couch, around the back. Brace yourself on it and wait for me.” I did as she asked, leaning forward so my head was pillowed in my arms and my ass in the air. “Now, spread your legs. Yeah, just like that.” Then, she was behind me, running her hands over my ass, between my legs to cup me firmly. Then her fingers were inside me—finally. I could feel the rough rub of her denim as she finger fucked me—stretching me out and opening me up. Not that I needed much working on—I had been ready for a long time.

  She bent close to my ear and I could smell peppermint and a hint of the scent she wore.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. That’s what you want, isn’t it? This big cock sliding in and out of your swollen pussy?” I didn’t answer, but my breath hitched in excitement. “Oh yeah, you want it. You just soaked my hand. I am going to fuck you until you can’t see. Until you can’t think. Until the only thing you know is me. Pounding your pussy with my cock and fucking your ass with my fingers.”

  I almost came right then in anticipation. Suddenly, her strong hand gripped my neck while the other guided the cock into me. I felt myself stretch to accommodate it, and then it filled me just like she’d promised it would. I cried out from the pleasure, and felt her stiffen and start to withdraw, concerned that she was hurting me. “No! Stay! Oh God, fuck me. Fuck baby. Please.” I barely recognized myself, but I couldn’t bear the thought of her pulling out and leaving me empty.

  The next thing I knew, she was fucking me blind. She slammed the cock in and out of me in a steady rhythm. One hand still held me down—not that I needed to be—while the other rubbed gently against my asshole. She dipped her finger in my juices and used it to lubricate my passage, a gentle finger probed for entrance.

  Soon, I could feel her pushing into both holes simultaneously, and I didn’t think I’d ever been filled quite so thoroughly. I heard someone groaning and grunting and begging for more, and was surprised to realize that it was me. Soon, I was coming. Harder than I’d ever come in my life. The ecstasy washed over me, as everything tightened, went rigid, and then collapsed into a boneless jelly.

  I couldn’t see or think or hear. All I knew was her, catching me as I fell. Pulling me close and gently bringing me down, cradling me on the floor, against the back of the couch. Then, all I could feel was her, as she stroked my hair and kissed my temple. And all I could hear was her, as she whispered to me that she loved me, that I was beautiful and wonderful.

  “That was amazing.” These were the first words out of my mouth as we lay snuggled in the huge hotel bed. It was my favorite position, on my side and nestled into her shoulder so I could stroke the soft skin on her chest.

  “Ummm.” I could tell that she was wasted too.

  “Baby, can we stay here forever?” I knew we couldn’t, but I had to ask.

  “Sure, why not? The kids can live with your mom, and Kay can have the dogs.” She smiled down at me, to let me know that she wasn’t serious.

  “Did you remember that Dee has gymnastics practice tomorrow?”

  “Yeah. Your mom has the kids until the afternoon—and I got us a late check out.” She snuggled closer, and sighed. That meant she was getting ready to go to sleep, I knew.

  “Baby?”

  “Ummm?”

  “Did you enjoy tonight?” I felt silly asking. I knew that she had, but the whole experience had left me feeling raw—exposed somehow. I felt her draw me closer and kiss the top of my head.

  “You are beautiful and amazing, and I am so pleased that we did this. What about you? Are you okay with it? I didn’t hurt you or anything?” I heard the concern in her voice and smoothed my hand over her chest to reassure.

  “It was the best sex of my life. I want to do it again. Soon.”

  “We will. I promise.” She sighed again and I slapped her chest. “Hey! What was that for?”

  “Cody? You made our safe word, the dog’s name?”

  She laughed. “I completely forgot to think of one. It was the first thing that came into my head.”

  “I’m just glad it wasn’t one of the kids’ names.”

  “Oh, that’s gross!” She pulled me tighter—the way she did when she wanted to go to sleep. I think she thought if she cut off my air supply, I wouldn’t be able to talk anymore.

  “Baby?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too. Go to sleep now.”

  I snuggled tighter into her, loving the way she felt. Soft and warm and strong. And all mine. Tonight had been the best sex of my life, and I couldn’t wait to do it all again. After twelve years and two kids, I loved her more than I ever had. I felt closer in some way by sharing this with her—by giving over all of my control to her. I had trusted her to take care of me, and she hadn’t disappointed. I fell asleep feeling sore and wasted and completely loved.

  Secretly Submissive

  Brooke Winters

  The submissive sq
uirmed below me as Vanessa sent another jolt of electricity through the violet wand, to the submissive’s pussy. As her tongue flicked out over my clit I imagined that I was in her place. I imagined that I was the one tied down, that it was my pussy at Vanessa’s mercy. I closed my eyes to block out the reality, pretended that it was Vanessa’s mouth pleasuring me, that I was her focus. My orgasm built as images of Vanessa flew through my mind. Vanessa spanking me. Vanessa demanding that I pleasure her. Vanessa tying me up. I imagined being bound and helpless.

  As I came down from my orgasm Vanessa caught my eye and smiled, her own gaze clouded with arousal. I moved away from the submissive, suddenly feeling empty. Right back to where I was before we had started the scene. Desperate, wanting, scared.

  I made my way towards the bar, content that Vanessa would take care of the submissive and I wouldn’t be missed.

  Four shots later, I knew there wasn’t enough alcohol to fill the void. I kept drinking anyway. Who the hell was going to stop me? Certainly not Vanessa. She was busy with that woman. Vanessa was probably snuggled up somewhere with… what was her name? I could barely remember my own name, I certainly couldn’t remember Vanessa’s latest sub.

  Vanessa would barely notice that I was gone. She wasn’t going to turn that stern gaze on me and tell me that I’d had enough. She wasn’t going to spank me for getting drunk. Vanessa just didn’t care.

  The night passed in a blur of shots and dancing. I remember Chloe offering me a lift home. I remember getting in her car and then waking up in my bed, head pounding, mouth dry, with a terrible sense that I had done something awful.

  Drinker’s remorse, I thought as I caught sight of the clock. Too early to be awake.

  I woke up again at ten to the sound of the doorbell. I stumbled out of bed and found Chloe at my door.

  “Morning, kiddo,” she said with a grin.

  “Don’t call me kiddo,” I grumbled at her. “I’m older than you.”

  “I have a plan,” she told me as she squeezed past me, into my house.