The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1)

by Jake Furie Lapin

  “Well, during my college senior year, I was called home because my father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, at a late stage. So I wasn’t actually able to finish out my senior year. I was offered a job that had a very lucrative salary, so I decided to go to night school, and I moved back to my hometown to spend time with my dying father.”

  Kelli heard the note of tenderness and sadness in Jake’s voice, and was moved. Was that moistness in his eyes as he spoke of his father? She believed it was. So this tough, dominant man had a soft side too, it would appear. She thought it might be best to steer away from such sensitive ground.

  “So, then did you ever have a meaningful serious relationship with a woman? As in, a real girlfriend?” A huge part of her wanted to hear about more of his sexual experiences. However, another more tender part was interested in the emotional side. What had he learned? What had he felt?

  “Yes. I became involved with this one girl sorta recently, HazelEyed Vixen.”

  Jake’s voice trailed off. Kelli was surprised. She had never seen him have such a dreamy, sad look.

  “You don’t have to talk about it, you know,” she said. “If you’d rather not, I mean.”

  Jake looked at her and said, “No, no. It’s fine. She messaged me recently, back when I went to Vegas when we first met, and it’s been complicated since.

  Things were just intense with V, that’s all. I’ll tell you a story. It had been a long, hard stressful day at work. It was 4:30 pm, when I got my text. It read “520 {v}.” I knew, and she knew, that we both needed it. 520 was the date we first felt each other, a special meaning to me, and the lowercase v in brackets was the sign of her submissiveness to me, being collared. It was a long drive home, the winter had been cold and icy, the worst in years. I pulled into the driveway of my house, and watched the melting ice start to freeze over the house as the temperatures dropped again. I looked over the dripping water on my rain chain gutter, observing the water freezing into jagged ice as the temperature dropped lower and lower. This gave me an idea. I broke off a newly formed icy point from the chain of icicles. I knew I was going to tease her with the cold, torturous object. Walking to the house I got the text again: “Sir 520 {v} I await you.”

  I walked into the house and there was my angel, my HazelEyed Vixen, on her knees in the submissive position, waiting for me. I grabbed her hand and walked her to my sitting chair. Slowly I bent her over my lap, and proceeded to tell her about my frustrating day. Between sentences, I gave her several firm spanks on one ass cheek, holding her flesh, feeling the rush of blood running through her body. I spanked her other cheek also, as not to neglect it, and felt the rush of sexuality running through my veins.

  I told her, “Angel, today is your day.” Walking her to the bedroom, I blindfolded her and strapped her wrists to each bed post. The icicle was still on a platter in the front room, still hard and thick. I brought it to the bedroom and then took the icicle and began tracing her body. I worked the icicle from her left hand, wrist, arm, and shoulder over to her ear, cheeks, mouth, and lips. I slowly made my way down to her left nipple, the bottom of her chest, down her stomach, across her pubic bone, around her thighs and back up her right side, slowly making my way to her right wrist. By now, the icicle was half melted from her body heat, and my angel was worming and squirming on the bed; I retraced the same path slowly with the tip of my tongue, kissing her mouth, biting her lips, stopping at her nipple for a hard bite, teasing her fiery pussy with my mouth, back up to her right nipple and wrist. She was holding back her orgasm and I told her that today she would cum hard.

  Keeping her bound, I worked my way down her body with my mouth, water glistening off her heated skin, till I made my way to her already throbbing clit. Holding her legs down with my arms, I tasted her sweet juices, sucked hard on her pussy lips and clit, and kissed the hood passionately. I told her to release, I wanted to taste her juices. She came hard as I sucked and pulled her clit into my mouth. As I held her legs she tried to buck free. I crawled my way back up her shivering body, as she begged me to have me inside her, and I teased her clit and hood with the tip of my mushroom cock. I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Angel, I want to feel you in my own way: scissors.” She nodded her head; she knew what I wanted.

  I released her hands from the bedposts and moved her to her right side. I straddled her right leg, and lifted her left leg bent onto a pillow. I had a full view of her amazing ass and pussy that was throbbing and calling for my cock to go deep inside her. I took the half melted icicle, and slowly placed it inside her as she moaned with extreme pleasure. I pulled it out, and tasted her amazing juices; then I plunged my already hard cock deep inside her, legs interlocked. I lifted her left ass cheek a bit more so I could get deeper. I took her hard and furious, releasing my day’s frustrations on her. Banging furiously and forcefully, I told her I needed her to taste my release.

  I wanted to see her beautiful eyes gazing at me as she took in all of me. She felt me getting bigger and harder as I wet my thumb slowly, I began teasing her cute asshole, penetrating it gently. She couldn’t take the thumb anal probe and my thick cock simultaneously bumping her g-spot. It was amazingly tight and she came again in rippling fashion; she couldn’t stop pulling herself deeper onto my shaft. I watched her pussy lips hug my shaft with each in and out thrust. I needed to cum now, and I told her it was time.

  She jumped off, and I grabbed the blindfold off of her and pushed hard into her waiting mouth. I watched her viciously suck my member, enjoying it and trying to get every sweet drop of cum out of me. Watching her amazingly beautiful eyes tear up, I exploded in her hot mouth as she swirled her tongue around the back edge of my tip, just how I liked it. I grabbed the back of her head and held her there, OMG! Amazing! She knew to keep sucking and taking every drop. She also knew we could go again, without rest but not today. Now I just wanted to hold her close, treasuring what I had found.”

  Jake’s voice trailed off. He had a faraway look in his eye.

  Kelli was blown away. She couldn’t even imagine the sexual intensity that Jake had just described to her. It had turned her on in a big way. She was squirming just imagining what it would be like to be in the place of the HazelEyed Vixen. She could barely concentrate on keeping it together. She was wondering what to say or do next, when she glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that the time was 5:05 pm. The hour was up.

  “Oh, um, yes. We’d better stop for today. We’ll continue next time.”

  She fumbled with her legal pad and then realized that Jake had moved closer, and was now standing right next to her. She could smell his cologne, and it made her dizzy.

  As if Jake could read her mind or sense what she was thinking about, he spoke. His tone was soft, but firm.

  “Kelli, I can smell your perfume very strongly. Too strongly, in fact. It’s overpowering, and I don’t like it.”

  Kelli felt ashamed and looked at the floor. She had been so conscious about choosing a scent this morning; she had wanted to smell nice for him. Had wanted to please him. But he was unhappy; he was displeased with her efforts.

  Jake stretched out his hand and drew her chin up so that she was looking in his striking green eyes.

  “I don’t mind your choice of scent, but don’t wear so much of it. Not tomorrow, or the next day, or next Monday at our appointment. Not any day. Do I make myself clear, Kelli?”

  Intensely conscious of his fingers on her cheek, Kelli nodded. “Yes, I understand.”

  Jake released her gently and took a step back. “Good. Very good. Because if you disobey, I will be very, very displeased.” He smiled that dazzling smile and Kelli felt a part of herself melt.

  “Until next time, then.” Jake turned and started towards the door. As he reached it, he stood with his hand on the doorknob and paused, as if forgetting something. He looked back at her. “Oh, and Kelli? There is one more thing.”

  “Yes?”

  “I want you to go buy yourself some new toys. Like the
toys that Marci had. There’s a shop called ‘Secret Closet’ that isn’t too far from here. Stop in on your way home and buy at least one. Will you do that?” His gaze was commanding, and irresistible.

  “Um,…uh…yes. Ok.” Kelli could feel her cheeks flushing hot and bright red.

  Jake nodded approvingly. “Good girl.” Then he was gone.

  Kelli left work and got into a cab. She was about to give the cab driver her home address when she suddenly changed her mind. “Secret Closet, please,” she told him instead.

  The Secret Closet was only ten or eleven blocks away, but traffic was slow and sticky, so Kelli let her head rest against the back of the seat and quickly became lost in thought.

  Part of her, the part that had wanted to go straight home, was annoyed with Jake. Annoyed because he was so damn bossy. Who does he think he is?, she asked herself. And I already have vibrators at home, anyway. What does he think I am, some sex-starved, needy nympho? Then she found herself wincing internally, because really, wasn’t she sex-starved and needy? Who was she kidding? Yes, she did have vibrators at home but they were fairly pathetic. One was a little vibrating tube, shaped like a lipstick that she’d won as a door prize at a bachelorette party a few years ago. She’d never even used it. The other one…she did use, but it was just a little egg-shaped bullet. She used it from time to time, and it did the trick well enough, but she knew that there were better ‘toys’ out there.

  She had always felt self-conscious about having them at all. What if Paul found them in her underwear drawer or on the side of the bathtub? She used to care, but now, with Jake’s cologne still in her nose and the feeling of his fingers burning on her cheeks, she realized that she didn’t care at all about Paul finding a vibrator. Let him find twenty! What difference does it make? None. She was ready to take control. In any case, it’s not like using a vibrator was cheating, so why should she care what Paul thought? Paul already knew that she got herself off from time to time; he’d even walked in on her before. So now was the time to really let loose. About Jake being too bossy…well, another part of her didn’t seem to mind it one bit. Why else did she obey him so readily? Because I want to. That’s why.

  She had made up her mind what to buy before she even entered the store. She marched straight up to the clerk and said, “I would like to buy your bestselling vibrator. You know the one I mean. The famous one, with the little vibrating ‘ears’.”

  The clerk looked at her with a bored expression, snapped her gum and said, “Uh, huh. The Rabbits are over here.” She walked Kelli past a shelf full of XXX videos and a rack of racy thigh-highs and suspenders, then pointed to a huge cabinet full of dildos and vibrators. The model that Kelli wanted was prominently displayed and available in five colors. Kelli chose red. Glancing around the shop, she felt incredibly alive and sexy. She spotted a pair of fuzzy white handcuffs and on a whim, picked them up as well. Why not? A girl can dream. She took the handcuffs and the vibrator to the front and paid the bored clerk, who wrapped up her purchases in a non-descript paper bag.

  Kelli arrived home to find the apartment dark and empty. Oh, right, she thought. Monday night football. With a certain amount of glee, she realized that Paul would be gone for at least another two hours, if not more. He’ll probably be drinking, she realized, and for the first time in years, that thought made her smile.

  She considered dinner, but realized that she wasn’t at all hungry. Not for food anyway. She knew exactly what she wanted.

  She walked to the master bathroom, and with a growing sense of anticipation, began to draw a bath into the huge whirlpool bathtub. She collected some tea lights from a bedroom drawer, lit them around her bathroom strategically, and poured some scented bath salts into the steaming water. Dimming the lights so that the candlelight flickered and cast patterns on the walls, she carefully unwrapped her new toy. Feeling grateful for its waterproof properties, she set it to the side on the bath tiles.

  Then she slowly stripped naked, removing each piece of clothing inch by inch, and stepped slowly and deliberately into the bath water. She felt her muscles relax and unwind and as they did, she also felt raw, primal desire take hold of her body, running lines of fire up between her legs. Her sexual need was suddenly intense and overwhelming. My god, Jake is so fucking sexy, she thought, running her hands through the water. This has never happened with a client before. Not like this. I want to fuck him. To be fucked by him. Christ, how I want to be fucked by him.

  With this thought in her mind she picked up the vibrator and turned it on, hoisting her hips up slightly so that the warm water lapped at the sides like a tongue. Her pussy was exposed and ready to be penetrated; the thick, nine-inch vibrator slipped inside of her effortlessly, gyrating and throbbing, massaging her sweet spot. Kelli moved it in and out of her aching lips and the slick patch between her legs, her breath coming faster and faster. The feeling of the firm, solid rubber dildo filling up her pussy, pushing against the walls of her flesh was satisfying beyond belief. She could feel the top of it tickling and stimulating her hard, swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her whole body.

  She thought of Jake sitting in her office. Jake, in his designer suits, with his green, green eyes, his cologne, his incredible smile, his hand touching her face. The smell of his skin and his commanding presence telling her to obey. Then naked, his bare chest, her hands bound in the fuzzy white cuffs and his hard cock thrusting inside her, and…and…within just a few short minutes she felt the ultimate wave of her climax crash over and through her, and her whole body spasmed hard, arching upward, her thighs clenching helplessly around the still-buzzing vibrator as she came and came, convulsing helplessly eight, ten, twelve times.

  That was just the beginning. Paul wouldn’t be home for a long time. Kelli’s body was limp against the warm, slippery porcelain of the bathtub and the vibrator was silent. She rested there, for just a moment…then flipped the switch back on, and started again.

  { 5 }

  Over the remainder of the week and into the weekend, Kelli couldn’t stop using her new toy, the Rabbit vibrator, and she couldn’t stop thinking about Jake and the story he had told her about his encounters with Marci Lopez. She felt restless and horny, so much so that she almost considered approaching Paul and trying – for the thousandth time – to initiate sex. She thought better of that idea, however, and found herself dialing Nina’s number instead.

  “Kelli, babe. What’s up? Are you fucking that client of yours yet?”

  “God, Nina. You are so amazingly crude sometimes. NO, I’m not fucking him.”

  “You’re crazy, girl! That’s some hot shit right there!”

  “Yeah, well there is this little thing called professionalism. Ever heard of it?”

  “Whatever. You know you want him. So, what’s going on, for real?”

  “Well, I actually…I was thinking…want to go out again? Maybe tonight?”

  “Of course I do. Actually, I was already planning to hit up the XXXXX club. A few other girls are going to be there too. Kind of a ladies night out. Want to join?”

  Kelli did want to join, very much. The two made plans to meet and Kelli spent the rest of Saturday afternoon figuring out what to wear. She remembered Jake’s description of Marci and her curves, and she felt inspired to show off her own assets. Men had always lusted after her shapely ass and mile-high legs, which were complemented by her willowy waist. She often wore skirts and heels to show off her legs and butt, but she decided that tonight called for something special.

  She combed through the selections in her wardrobe and finally pulled out a slinky, deep royal purple dress. She hadn’t worn it in a while; the plunging v-shaped neckline and asymmetrical cut of the hem were slightly on the racy side, yet managed to be elegant, rather than trashy. She removed it from the garment bag and held it up to herself in the mirror. Yes, this should do. It would look perfect if she pulled her hair up into a long, tousled pony tail and completed the ensemble with some gorgeous dangly gold earr
ings. Not too bad, she thought as she looked at herself. Not bad at all.

  That night, the club was heaving. As was often the case, Nina knew the owner of the club and was able to secure a table in the VIP section for Kelli, Nina and the other women who had joined them. As Kelli sipped her dirty martini and sucked the bleu cheese out of her olives one by one, she surveyed the bar and had flashbacks to the time that she had first laid eyes on Jake. She felt herself get a little wet just thinking about the calm, confident way that he had stared her down, and his dominant manner during their sessions. The chatter of the women around her didn’t even sink in, as she thought back to the stories that Jake had told her. He must be such an amazing lover.

  Kelli felt herself becoming even more swollen and aroused at the thought. She squirmed and crossed her legs. In doing so she saw several men staring at her lustfully. Yeah, she thought to herself. You just keep on looking. She suddenly had an almost uncontrollable urge to part her legs and give them a look at how she had gone commando under her dress, Sharon Stone style. But she thought better of it. Somehow, she sensed that Jake wouldn’t want her to cheapen herself like that, no matter how sexual she felt. The thought of his disapproval was sobering. She demurely avoided making direct eye contact with the various men who were checking her out and soon after excused herself to Nina.