by B. D. Dark
I delved my hand between her thighs and sampled the plump folds of her labia, the heat and wetness of her cunt. She was slippery with moisture from her many times of near-orgasm in the car. A single flick of my finger over her clit made her jerk and shiver. “Oh please!” she moaned. “Let me come now. I can’t take any more.”
Let me. The words sparked a fresh stab of lust that pierced my groin. Knowing she was giving me the power to make her wait or allow her to come thrilled me like nothing I’d ever felt before.
I experimented with my newfound power. “No. Not yet.” I moved my finger away from her clit and drove it up into her sopping wet entrance, first one finger then two, then a cluster of three, driving in and out of her.
Kim moaned and lifted her hips up and down on my plunging fingers.
“You like that?” I whispered, hoarse and deep.
“God, yeah.” Her eyes were tightly shut and her mouth open as she gasped and groaned. Her head had fallen back against the door, exposing her throat. I suddenly wanted to rip it out with my teeth like some wild beast.
Leaning in, I kissed her throat. Already there was a red mark on her pale skin where I’d sucked on her before. I covered the spot with my mouth again and sucked harder, determined to mark her with a nice purple bruise. As I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her, I dropped my mouth to her breasts again. Without removing the bra, I mauled her nipples through the fabric, sucking and biting them hard.
Kim moaned louder and writhed against my hand and mouth. Her blatant desire for me had my dick so rock-hard in my pants I was afraid I’d come before I even got it in her. I removed my fingers from her, released her nipple from my mouth, and straightened to move between her legs once more, rubbing my jeans-clad, aching cock against her.
I lifted her ass in my hands and moved her up the smooth surface of the door, pressing in between her thighs and dry-humping her.
“Fuck me now, please,” Kim whined. “I’m so ready. Please!”
Her “please” got to me. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I let go with one hand and reached to unzip my fly. My cock sprang forth erect and solid, like a battering ram ready to break down the gate of a fortress ‑‑ except there was no gate to break through. Kim’s pussy was flushed, glistening and wide open in readiness for me.
Cupping her ass once more, I lifted her higher against the door, then settled her on my cock with a groan of relief. I pushed inside her with a sharp thrust of my hips, filling her completely. It was like entering a steamy jungle. Her inner muscles clenched around my prick, holding it as tightly as a lover’s hands.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, eyes closing as I fought to hold off my climax. I drew almost completely out of her, then drove in again, hard, rough, and deep.
Kim’s fingers dug into my shoulders. “Yes!” she moaned. “Harder.”
Harder was not a problem. I obliged, plunging deeper into her fiery depths with a grunt. Out, then in again, I savagely pounded. Grasping her hips, I lifted her legs even higher.
Kim wrapped them around my waist, tilting her pelvis up to increase the angle of penetration. With her legs around my waist, she used the leverage to bring herself down onto my cock with each thrust, letting out an enticing little grunt each time.
As I fucked her, I moved my mouth to her tits again and sucked them hard ‑‑ first one then the other. The sheer material was sodden by now, and Kim may as well have been naked. I could feel every bump of her pebbled areole with my tongue through the transparent fabric. My cock pumped in and out of her faster and deeper, and I latched onto one of her nipples and bit down quite hard.
Kim let out a little shriek. She grabbed my head, but didn’t pull me away. “Fuck, that hurt! Do it again.”
Almost blind with need now and on the verge of coming, I moved my mouth to her other tit and did the same thing. I sucked and pulled the nipple out with my lips, then bit down on the erect bud.
Kim yowled again, a high-pitched mewling sound, and dug her nails into my shoulders like a cat. Her head fell back against the wall. Her hips bucked against me fast and hard, then she arched and froze as she came.
Her release sparked mine. I couldn’t hold back. My balls drew up tight, and the increasing sparks of desire blossomed into a raging fire that burst through me. My orgasm roared like a wildfire scorching across the land. I shoved inside Kim once more then let go, exploding in a hot surge deep inside her. I froze and rode the waves of ecstasy to their completion. Sweating and gasping for breath as I came down from my orgasmic high, I rested my forehead against her shoulder.
Kim’s arms wrapped around my back, and her legs continued to cling to me. “Wow! That was…wow.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. My legs trembled so I could hardly support our combined weight. I pulled out of her, and she unwound her legs from me. I let her slide down to her feet.
She kept her arms around my neck, holding me tightly even after she was standing again. She rested her head on my chest, then kissed me through my shirt.
I realized I was still completely clothed except for my rapidly deflating cock hanging out of the fly of my pants. I’d never had such a rushed and desperate session of sex in my life. Much of the reason for its intensity was the fact Kim had masturbated for my viewing pleasure for almost an hour leading up to the main event. Her compliance was a major part of my arousal.
Kim looked up at me. “What now, Sir?” Her eyes were half-lidded, satisfied as a cat with a bowl of cream. I could almost hear the capitalization of my title when she addressed me.
“Now get your things together, and let’s drive to my house before we get distracted and never make it out of your apartment.” I smiled.
“How many nights am I packing for?” She raised an eyebrow.
Her question caught me by surprise. I hadn’t thought beyond this one evening. After all, we’d only just met. But it occurred to me that one night might easily turn into a whole weekend of pleasure. “Pack enough for a couple of days,” I said. “And we’ll see what happens.”
“Yes, Sir.” Kim grinned as she turned away. It was easy to see she was enjoying this game. I began to understand the attraction of her role of submissive. It would be rather nice to defer all decisions for a little while and put them in someone else’s hands.
And that someone else was me. I was now “Sir” to her. It was the first step on my path to becoming a true Dom. But I had a long way to go before I understood everything the role entailed.
Chapter Four
On the drive to my house, we talked more about our daily lives, our families and friends, but also about what had attracted each of us to the BDSM lifestyle.
“I’ve experimented,” Kim admitted. “I’ve had boyfriends, one girlfriend, and even multiple partners once. That was a wild night. Hell, I even tried abstaining for a while, just to enhance the kick when I had sex again.” She laughed. “But I knew there was something deeper, something more I was looking for.”
I glanced over at her. The headlights from oncoming traffic passed over her face, reflecting off her eyes and revealing a wistful expression. “I didn’t know exactly what I wanted, but knew I really enjoyed a sex partner who took control and managed things. I started reading about BDSM and realized I was a latent sub waiting for her Dom to come along like fucking Prince Charming.” She glanced sideways at me and grinned. “Guess that might just be you.”
The pale fall of her hair framed her oval face. Her wide eyes glistened in the dim light. I sure as hell wanted to be that guy.
“How about you?” she asked. “How long have you been interested in this?”
I smiled. “Always, I think. But it took me this long to do anything about it. I had a girlfriend. We started living together while we were in college and only broke up last summer. We were together five years. I always expected to marry her some day. I really loved Alyssa, but sexually…I don’t know.”
I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, trying to think of what had been off between us. �
�We were compatible, I guess. It’s just that there weren’t any…”
“Fireworks,” Kim completed. “I know. I get it.”
I looked over at her and smiled again. I knew she did.
“Did you ever try to tell her what you really wanted?”
I remembered one aborted effort when we were both drunk on my birthday, and Alyssa had asked what I wanted. When I told her I’d like to tie her up and do some things, she took it as a joke and laughed. I’d been too afraid of wrecking our relationship to tell her I was quite serious and push for something more.
“No,” I finally answered. “I had my Internet porn sites bookmarked and thought I could be content with fantasies. But after Alyssa and I broke up, it occurred to me I could quit daydreaming about bondage and discipline and actually practice them if I wanted to.”
“So here you are. With me.” She nodded. “Cool.”
“It’s about twenty more minutes to my house. I haven’t got much in my fridge right now. Do you want to stop and get something to eat?”
“I wouldn’t mind,” she said. “Whatever you want to do.”
I pulled off the highway at the next exit and found a restaurant. It was late enough at night that the place was pretty empty. We were seated at a booth in a side room, and the hostess left us with menus.
After we’d placed our drink orders, silence fell between us. In the short time we’d been together we’d covered so many topics that we’d run out of steam and reached a slightly awkward lull in the conversation.
I studied my menu then glanced up to watch Kim looking down at hers. God, she was beautiful. Her striking features had caught my eye the moment I’d seen her, of course, but now that I knew her better, she seemed even lovelier. Her pale skin and hair gave her the ethereal look of an angel, but I knew she was earthy and all woman. I remembered the expression on her face as she came and wanted to see it again. I cursed myself for suggesting stopping for food. What I really wanted was to have her back home and in my bed…now!
She glanced up and caught my eye. “What looks good?” she asked.
I shrugged. “Not so hungry after all.” I looked at her hard, letting her know she looked better to me than the items on the menu.
“We could leave. I’m not that hungry.”
“No.” I glanced at the approaching waitress. “Go ahead and order.”
Kim ordered an oriental chicken salad, and I got a small appetizer.
“I feel bad now.” Kim said after the waitress was gone. “If you’d rather get back home…”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Besides, who says we have to wait?” I had taken my shoe off underneath the table and now ran my foot up the length of her bare calf and thigh then under the hem of her skirt.
Kim’s eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath. She glanced around the almost deserted restaurant. There was really no one to see us but the wait staff, who were congregated near the kitchen talking to one another. We were virtually alone in a public place.
I slid my foot between her thighs, slow and easy, prolonging her anticipation.
Kim pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and lowered her eyelids as my toes made contact with her pussy. I tickled them back and forth against her opening and tried to feel for her clit. I must have found it, because she sucked in another breath and her eyes closed completely.
With more finesse than I would have expected from my clumsy foot, I wiggled my toes against her.
Kim shifted in her seat. Her hands clenched on top of the table.
I continued toying with her, only stilling my foot when the waitress came back to check on our drinks. Even then I didn’t remove my foot from between Kim’s warm thighs. I politely thanked the waitress, sent her away, and resumed my foot-play.
Her juices wet through the toe of my sock as I pressed into her hole, fucking her a little with my foot. I glanced at the wait station where the clueless staff continued to stand and chat. Then I looked at Kim’s face, flushed and passionate. When she moaned, I felt she was getting close to coming, so I took my foot away, sliding it back down her leg then setting it on the floor.
She whined in protest and opened her eyes. “Don’t stop.”
“Are you feeling really daring?” I asked.
“How daring?” She raised one eyebrow with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Like a hand job under the table daring?”
My heart pounded as I considered whether my plan was possible. Once more I checked the sparse sprinkling of customers, all in another section of the restaurant, and the staff, still intent on their conversation.
“Our food won’t be ready for a few minutes yet. I want you to crawl underneath the table and give me a blowjob.”
“That daring?” Her eyes were enormous. “I don’t know if…”
“I’ll let you know if the waitress is headed this way. You can pretend to be looking for something on the floor.”
She hesitated.
“Hurry. There’s not much time.” I reached below the table to unfasten my fly and pull my cock from my pants. It was hard as steel, swelled wide and thick with lust. The illicit nature of the situation, the chance of getting caught had me so hot and horny I could scarcely breathe. Blood pounded in my temples and throbbed in my dick.
Kim nodded once. She wet her lips, dropped her napkin on the floor, and ducked underneath the table. A moment later I felt her. She had a hand on one of my thighs. Her other hand grasped my erection, holding it tight. Her body moved in between my legs, and her shoulders pressed against my knees.
I let out a shaky breath and then a groan as her hot mouth swallowed my shaft, enveloping me in wetness. My eyes started to fall shut in rapture as she gobbled me deep. Then they shot open and darted around the room. No one was looking. No one had any idea that something so kinky was taking place practically right in front of them, and the secrecy and chance of getting caught magnified my pleasure.
Kim gripped my cock and moved her hand briskly up and down. Her saliva coated the length of my erection, making her fist glide easily over it. She swallowed me deep, sucking hard, then pulled her mouth off to lick and nibble delicately at the head of my dick.
Extremely aware of the precariousness of our situation and the brief moments of time we had, I reached under the table and took hold of either side of her head. I pushed a little, encouraging her to suck again.
Kim obliged, pulling me deep into her throat. She sucked and stroked vigorously, her other hand cupping and massaging my balls.
My hips rose and fell as I thrust into her hands and mouth. I gripped her head, my fingers tangling in her hair as I fucked her face. Heart pounding, my chest rose and fell like a winded runner’s. It only took a few more pumps of Kim’s fist before my cock swelled with tension then released in a burst of ecstasy. I stifled a groan and came, spurting jets of come into her mouth.
Gasping, my eyes closed in ecstasy, I rode the waves of orgasm. My body shuddered, and I leaned back in my seat, enjoying the sensation for a moment longer before opening my eyes once more.
Glancing across the restaurant, I looked for our waitress in the bored pack. She was no longer there. Bearing a tray in hand, she was on her way toward our table. “Shit! Get up!” I ordered Kim, pushing her head away from my crotch. “Quick!”
The waitress rounded the corner into our section. I fumbled my cock back into my pants and zipped up, then leaned out of the booth, looking under the table. “Did you find it?” I asked loudly just as the waitress reached our table.
Kim popped up on the other side of the table. She looked up at the waitress. “My earring was lost.” She smiled.
It was late, and the waitress clearly didn’t give a fuck. “Mm.” She plunked the dishes on the table. “Can I get you anything else? Another drink?”
“No. No thanks.”
Kim made a strangled noise. She picked up her napkin and coughed into it. The moment the waitress had walked away, she burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that was fun!”
Her pale face flushed easily, I’d already learned. Her cheeks were bright red from laughter. “Oh, yes it was. I get off on giving blowjobs.”
Watching her, I chuckled, too. Then I noticed something on her face and leaned across the table, tracing my finger along the corner of her mouth. I held it up showing her the white blob of come.
Kim grabbed my wrist and leaned forward to suck my finger into her mouth. She let it go with a resounding smack of her lips. “Mm. A perfect appetizer for my salad,” she teased, sitting back and picking up her fork.
Still buzzing with adrenaline and nerves and the afterglow of my orgasm, I faced my potato skins with disinterest. I was way too wired to eat. I picked at my food while watching Kim devour her meal. I liked that she wasn’t shy about eating in front of me.
“Holy fuck, that was amazing,” she said in between bites of salad. “Sex in public places was never a particular fantasy of mine, but I think it just moved to the top of my list of favorite things.”
I smiled, thinking of all the public places we could try out. If I hadn’t been sexually adventurous with Alyssa, I was more than making up for it now. With a woman as deviant and daring as Kim, the possibilities were endless. There was a whole new world of sex to explore, and I could hardly wait to get started.
Chapter Five
The night at my house turned into a whole weekend spent discovering one another and experimenting. The first time I tied her to the bed I used silk scarves, pulling them gently against her wrists.
“No. Tighter. Make them tight.”
I pulled the material taut until it pressed into her skin.
“Yeah. Like that,” she moaned. “I like them to cut in a little. It’s hot.”
I tied her to the four bedposts, her arms outstretched and her feet spread-eagled so she made an X on my bed. Her arms and legs were taut enough that I could see the strain on her muscles. Her white body was luminescent, the limbs long and delicate and her musculature delineated by purple shadows on her pale skin.