by Drew Sera
Maybe these were women he wanted to mark.
I hurried through a slew of other “not mine yet” images and confirmed that none of those women were marked up. There weren’t any abrasions that indicated rough play. J.P. told me last night that one of his favorite things to do is to inflict pain…and see what he’s done.
I thought about it some more through the afternoon, and when I was finally ready to go back into my office, I went straight to my cell phone.
“Shit,” I swore when I saw the list of missed calls, text messages and other messages that were waiting for me.
I had four missed calls from Samantha. No surprise there since I’d hung up on her. I also had a missed call from J.P. and a voicemail from him. I pulled up his message, put it on speaker and hit “play.”
“Hey, princess…I’m on my break and just wanted to say hi. I saw your post this morning and loved it. I mean, I really loved it and clicked that silly fucking heart. Hope you’re having a great day, sweetie. I’ll talk to you tonight,” J.P.’s sexy voice filled my office.
I hit play again to hear his voice. I had hoped that I wouldn’t feel the butterflies dancing excitedly in my stomach when I heard his voice again…but I did.
I was hopelessly in love with a sadist.
I needed the rest of the day to myself. I went back to my patio with the iPad and spent hours out there looking around on Kinky Links. After treating my eyes to erotic and exciting images, I was soaked and in need of release. My nipples ached, and when I stood, I felt how wet I really was. I needed to come, badly.
My inhibitions were removed, and I grabbed my waterproof vibrator before starting a warm bubble bath. I peeled myself out of my soaked panties and tugged on my nipples while I waited eagerly for the tub to fill. Finally, it was ready, and I submerged my body in the bubbles and leaned against the neck pillow.
I lightly stroked my swollen clit before I gave it a playful pinch.
“Mmm,” I quietly moaned.
I couldn’t wait much more and just needed to come. I flipped the vibrator on and moved the silky, pink tool along the left side of my clit, and then to the right side. I imagined it was J.P.’s tongue as I moved it in and out of my aching pussy. I moved the vibe around my engorged clit, and within seconds I came hard.
“Mmm, J.P.,” I moaned.
I turned the vibe down to the lowest setting and continued to let the low speed caress my folds. What a release. I felt so much better.
Samantha and I were texting back and forth in the evening when J.P.’s incoming text flashed across the top of my screen.
J.P.: Hey Princess, I’m just getting in and will call you in fifteen minutes.
Good. I wanted to ask him about the women. Samantha was right; we were friends, and it shouldn’t be a topic that I should worry about bringing up.
Amy: I’ll be here, J.P.
I sent a quick text to Samantha to wrap up our conversation, which wasn’t really a conversation. We were sending one another pictures of things on Kinky Links and making some comment about them. It was actually an immature text conversation, but it was fun.
I carried my phone with me and shut the lights off then locked up before heading back to my bedroom. I wanted everything to be taken care of before my call with J.P. I had just climbed onto my bed and propped up the pillows as he called.
“Hey, J.P.,” I warmly greeted him.
“Evening princess, busy day?”
His sexy voice made me smile, and those butterflies started dancing again in my stomach.
“Today was beyond busy. After I posted the book cover, it was non-stop responding and messaging. I think I spent close to three hours doing it.”
“That’s a lot of time. Everyone seemed to love it.”
“Thank you. And I got your message, thank you for that.” I twirled the drawstring on my pajama pants and decided to be a little bold. “I actually listened to it a few times. Your voice makes me smile and feel good.”
His gentle, deep laugh filled my ears, and for a moment I closed my eyes and imagined that he was right here.
“Well, I’m glad my message made you happy. I love the fact that I make you happy,” he said.
Visions of all those women filled my head. I just had to know.
“J.P., can I ask you something? It’s personal,” I prefaced.
“Ask away, Amy.”
“I feel kind of foolish for asking, but it’s been on my mind. What’s the attraction or allure with all the women in your ‘not mine yet’ photo album?” My question was met with silence, so I elaborated. “Like what draws you to them? Is it the type of scene they’re in that makes you want to be with them?” J.P. was still quiet. “Is it that they’re unmarked? And that you want to inflict pain on them and mark them?”
“Amy, listen carefully. The women in the pictures mean nothing to me.”
I frowned and wanted to call him on it but decided not to challenge him.
“Princess, tell me about the rest of your day,” he prodded.
Fine. If he didn’t want to talk about those pictures and the women, then I’d move on. It wouldn’t be the last of this conversation.
“Well, to be honest with you, I sat on my patio for the better part of the afternoon and looked at smut on Kinky Links. I ended up wet and took my vibrator to the tub with me,” I said in my best matter of fact tone.
“Whoa, princess! Back up a bit,” he said as he laughed. “My sweet romance author hammered out an orgasm in the tub, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, Amy,” he continued to laugh. “Tell me how you came, sweetheart.”
I almost told him “absolutely not” but decided to flirt and play a little with him. I had never discussed private things like this with anyone.
“I moved the vibrator around my clit until I came.”
“Nice, Amy. What did you have inserted in your pussy and what did you have in your ass at the time?”
I frowned.
“Nothing.”
“What? Nothing? Amy, your orgasm could have been so much better. You just came fiddling with a vibe over your clit?”
“Yes,” I said trying not to sound as defensive as I felt.
“Amy, take a picture of your vibe and send it to me.”
“What? Are you kidding?”
“Do it, princess.”
I sat up in bed and stared at my nightstand. J.P. detected my nervousness.
“Relax, Amy. I’m not going to post it somewhere. I just want to see what toy claimed your orgasm today.”
I hadn’t even thought of J.P. posting the picture somewhere. I trusted him though. I asked him to hang on, and I set my pink vibrator on the bed, took a picture and sent it via my iPad.
“Okay, it’s been sent.”
I nibbled on my lip waiting for him to see it and say something.
“Ah, there it is. Pretty little thing. And that’s a good toy, but you were neglecting your pussy and ass.”
“Um, I think it did its job. It felt good, and I liked it.”
“What other toys do you have? You have that thick, cock shaped butt plug still, right?”
“Yes.”
My cheeks were on fire.
“Do you keep all your toys in one place? Dresser drawer maybe? Nightstand?”
“Yes, they’re in my nightstand.”
“Send me a picture of everything you have. I want to see what you have.”
I put my vibrator back in the nightstand drawer and took a picture with the iPad and sent it to him.
“Alright, let’s see what we have here…there’s that fat cock, nice. And that’s a nice looking dildo there. What else?”
“That’s all I have.”
“Amy.”
“What? The vibrator is all I need. It gets the job done,” I defended my toys.
“Yeah, it gets the job done, kind of. Damn, baby. You’re missing out.”
“I am not!”
His calm, sexy laugh blanketed my mind.
“Would you a
llow me to prove my point?”
“Go ahead,” I encouraged.
“Put your toys on your bed, pull off your pants and panties—”
“What?” I quickly said, cutting him off.
“I’m proving my point that you’re missing out.”
I decided to go with it and see if there was any truth to what he was talking about. What harm could it do? I slid my pajama pants off and pushed my panties down to my knees. Oh! I was wet! Sending him pictures of my small toy collection did it to me, I guess.
“Okay, pants are off…panties are off.”
“How wet were they?”
How did he know?
“They were damp.”
His laugh came through the phone again.
“Grab the tiny bottle of lube, princess…get yourself a nice amount and rub it all over that ass hole of yours, push your finger in your ass. Not very far; just to lube the inside ring a little. Are you with me?”
“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled as I pushed my finger just inside my ass.
“Did you lube your ass?”
“Yes.”
My face was on fire. I felt so embarrassed.
“Lube up that cock plug. That little fucker is going to feel good, princess…lube it and push it in that ass. It’s got a nice base, so it’ll stay lodged. Let me know when it’s in.”
I nodded even though I knew that he couldn’t see me. God, the thing felt huge going in. I didn’t think I could get it in all the way.
“Doing okay, Amy?”
“It’s big. Too big.”
“Nonsense, Amy. Your ass can take it. Push, sweetheart. Fill that ass with that fat cock. Are you on your back, legs in the air and pulled close to your chest?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Push that cock in, Amy. All the way.”
I bit my lip, took a breath and pushed it in.
“Oh, God!”
J.P. was laughing.
“Got it in, princess?”
“Yes, I feel like it’s ripping me apart.”
“It’s not. I promise you. Alright, grab that dildo. No lube is going to be needed with this. Get on your knees and hold the base of the dildo on the bed. Now, lower that naughty, soaked pussy down on it.”
I began to lower down on the dildo. I felt filthy. My knees were spread wide on the bed and the only thing keeping my bare pussy from resting on the sheets was about a half inch base from my dildo.
“All the way down on it?”
“Yes.”
“You’re now stuffed. Grab that vibe, turn it on and toy with that clit. It’s swollen isn’t it, princess?”
“Yes.”
“Turn it on, Amy.”
I turned it on and let the vibe move just to the left of my clit. I closed my eyes when J.P. started talking.
“That’s a good girl. Imagine one of those toys is my cock. Which one do you want me to be, Amy?”
“The one in my ass,” I said quietly while taking in the feelings the vibe was sending through my core.
“Ah, you’re a naughty princess. You want something shoved up that sweet ass. Feel how thick it is back there? I’d stretch that ass of yours while spanking you.”
I smiled as I imagined him behind me doing this.
“Why are you spanking me? What did I do?” I played along with him.
“You were a naughty girl. I came home from work and found out that you had been looking at images of cocks all day. So I put you over my knee, ripped your panties off and pushed a few fingers into your dripping slit. Then I pushed the two fingers up your ass and proceeded to spank you.”
Oh, God, this was hot. I was so turned on.
“I spank your ass until it’s red and tears are running down your face. I remove my fingers, carry you to our room and set you on the floor facing the foot of the bed. I secure your arms to the post of the bed with rope and spank you again until my hand is sore and your ass is on fire. I use your pussy juice to lube my cock, and then I bury it in your ass. I can feel the heat radiating off your ass cheeks, and you’re panting…”
Oh shit!
I’m going to come while I’m on the phone with this man.
“J.P.,” I said in a warning tone.
“Come, Amy. I want to hear it.”
I gave into the incredible feelings that were rushing through my body, and when I came, I yelled. Never, ever have I felt such sensations. As I rode out the orgasm, I tossed the vibe to the side and collapsed on the pile of pillows. Still with the phone in my hand, I experienced the waves rippling through me. At some point I became aware that J.P. was softly laughing.
“You okay over there, princess?” he asked gently.
“Yes…I’m very much ok.” I swallowed to catch my breath. “I’m sorry if I hurt your ears. It was just so intense. I loved it.”
“I knew you would. Now, do you see my point about how you neglected that ass and pussy earlier when you only used the vibe on your clit?”
“Yes, I completely see what you mean.”
“So, the next time you come, I expect that you’ll fill both of those holes, princess.”
I was exhausted and nodded.
“Yes, I think you’re right. That was amazing, J.P.” I. swallowed again to moisten my mouth. “Your sexy story was fantastic. Maybe you should write erotic stories,” I suggested.
“I’ll leave that to you, Miss Andrews. How often do you play with yourself, princess?”
“Not very much. Maybe once or twice every few weeks,” I replied.
I no longer felt any shame or shyness in talking or admitting anything to J.P.
“Princess, you should be coming like that each night before falling to sleep. And you should wake up with your hand in your panties. I typically jack off in the morning and before going to bed. It’s relaxing.”
“Yeah, I think. I might need to try this some more.”
“You need some more toys,” he laughed.
I agreed with him. I was running out of energy after that experience and felt terrible for feeling like I just needed to go to bed.
“Go to bed, princess. I will talk to you tomorrow.”
“Okay, thank you, J.P. Tonight was amazing.”
“I’m honored that you trusted me enough to share something so private and intimate like that with me, Amy.”
“You’re welcome, my romantic sadist,” I smiled.
“Goodnight, princess.”
Chapter 18
March
J.P.
As I dragged my finger lazily along the trail of cum that now lay on my abdomen, I thought about Amy and last night. That woman needed more toys. She’s missing out. Hopefully, she realized that last night.
I worked out, and while I ate breakfast afterward, I did a quick online search for anal beads. I saved the link and sent Amy a good morning text.
J.P.: Morning princess. I hope you slept well and that before your feet touched the floor that you came again. I loved last night. I found this little link for you to take a look at today. I think you’ll enjoy it.
Before I got into the shower, she sent me a reply text.
Amy: Morning, my romantic sadist. I also enjoyed last night. And yes, I played again this morning. Just the vibe and the dildo though.
I leaned against the counter in the bathroom and ran my fingers along the outline of my hardening shaft.
J.P.: Your ass would adore the anal beads that I sent you the link for.
Amy: I’m staring at them now. So, it’s an anal bead stick?
J.P.: Yeah, you can put a few in or the whole stick. I recommend the entire thing though. That’s where the biggest beads are.
Amy: I have some time this morning, so I’m going to look around online and order some stuff. Is there an online store that you recommend?
I smirked and sent her the store link where I order most of my gear for the club.
J.P.: This is the place I get most of my stuff from. While you’re there, you might check out their BDSM stuff. I like their paddle
s. I have to get to work, but I will text you during my break or lunch.
Amy: Have a great one. I’ll let you know what I find.
My morning break finally gave me the opportunity to check my phone. I had a few texts from Amy with links to various toys. While I sat outside on the bench, I checked the links and smiled at her toy selection.
J.P.: Looks like someone found some ass toys. Very naughty, Miss Andrews.
Amy: What can I say? You brought it out of me.
I exchanged a few more texts with her and then had to get back inside. I was eager to get home and talk to her again. With a little luck, we could have a repeat of last night.
“So, when do you fly out?” I asked her while glancing at a calendar in my den.
“One week from tomorrow,” she said.
“And the event doesn’t start until Saturday, right?
“There is an author party Thursday night and a special VIP party Friday night. Then the regular event Saturday and then another party Saturday night,” Amy explained.
Amy was very enthusiastic when she spoke of the upcoming parties. I knew she’d enjoy them but would get run down. I hoped Samantha Kelly keeps her eye on Amy. I had to play it off as if I won’t talk to her at all while she’s gone.
“I’ll miss you for those few days,” I said while doodling lines and boxes on my airline ticket to Myrtle Beach.
“We can still talk. Just because I’m in another state doesn’t mean we can’t talk. I won’t be busy every second.”
I smiled at her declaration of wanting to talk to me. It made me feel good. It was a different feeling for me to be this excited over seeing someone. Someone that I’m not sexually involved with or scening with at the club.
“You’ll be busy, princess.”
“Not too busy for you. I’ll keep you informed on the parties and the event and will send you some pictures. And we’ll talk each night. Maybe we’ll have a few more phone play sessions,” she hinted at playfully.
“I’d like that a lot, Amy.”
She spoke very confidently about wanting to talk each day. I couldn’t wait to see her again.