by Dark, Roma
With that thought, Allyson turned on the computer and checked her profile for any messages, updating it with a few bikini photos for good measure.
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Dominic Slade was flipping through profile after profile again while waiting on his connecting flight. Everyone was the same. What he wanted, what he craved was change, someone different, someone that wouldn't fake their cries or their tears. Someone who thought she knew what she wanted until put into the situation. Dominic wanted a true submissive, someone that he could bend to his will, and someone who didn't find it role playing. He was tired of faking through it. He knew it and his dick knew it.
He was just about to log off when he saw her in the New Profiles listing. Honey blonde hair, painfully young, looking like a cheerleader fresh off camp. She said she was looking for adventure, for something she'd never known before, for a Daddy to buy her things.
Cupcake wants a Sugar Daddy and came to a BDSM site for it, Dominic laughed out loud at the thought, we'll see how she does.
He hurriedly dashed off a link to his profile after taming it down a bit, a gallery of safe-for-work photos, and a tentative response to her:
"You look fresh as a daisy, Allyson.”
He slicked a hand through his slightly graying dark hair and thought of the last time he had a 21 year old. He had been thirty. His cock twitched at the thought of what he could do with someone so flexible and energetic, how long they'd last bound to a St. Andrews Cross, how many times she'd cum before giving out completely.
Checking the time, he barely made his plane from the distraction of her. Allyson. She was perfect for what he wanted his next to be like.
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Ding.
The alert from the site startled Allyson. She checked out his profile and the picture of the man held her captivated. The profile showed him to be mid-40s, was tall by his stats, and his eyes were this deep brown that looked almost black in a couple of the pictures. She wondered what made his eyes darker like that. She imagined it was lust filling his eyes, lusting for a woman to pamper and take care of. His likes and quotes were similar to hers and he sounded great on paper. She noticed that he stated he was dominant and the idea of flirting back with him was exhilarating, not like the passive boys she was used to dating.
She sent him a wink and waited. After a while she stopped refreshing the page and moved on to other things, checking back later that evening to a blank message box. The morning came and she had a flutter of excitement when she noticed two messages in the inbox, but sadly none were from him.
It was a couple of days until she got a message back from him.
“I have been looking for you. Are you ready to submit?”
Allyson looked at the words several times. She didn't quite know what the man meant by the message, so she kept typing and then erasing her replies. She needed to come off as confident and secure, and definitely not desperate.
After three days she came back with a sassy retort about not submitting to just any man. In Allyson's world, submitting was just another word for being took care of; financially, emotionally, and physically. And she hadn't had a boyfriend in ages to satisfy that physical urge, at the least Allyson wanted to meet him to hookup. She needed a release and wanted the older man to touch her like she'd never been touched.
Another computer ding alerted her to his reply.
“I am not just any man. By the time I am done with you, there will be no question of who you belong to.”
Allyson shivered at his words; this could be perfect for her. A hot sexy man to fill her bed and her bank account, while keeping her parents off her back about job searching for more than part time office work.
They started instant messaging, talking small talk filled with sexual innuendo. Allyson hadn't had so much fun in ages. The older man knew precisely what to say to keep her interested in her mind occupied thinking of future events.
Before either of them knew it, two hours had passed just in simple messages back and forth.
His number quickly followed with a time to call him. Allyson waited until then and dialed from her cell phone. His rich baritone voice said her name and she was lost from that moment on. The calls became daily, then several times a day. By the time the month was out, Allyson was going to bed with him every night, at least with him in her phone. He would coax her to play with herself, until her sweet moaning would trigger his own lust on the other end of the phone.
“I want to see you, we need to meet. I have to know if this would be the same in person.”
“And if it is?”
“Then you will have to be mine.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
"It is simple, Allyson. Meet me and see."
"Okay, I've an hour to kill. I'll be at the corner of South and Broad at the Ground Brews coffeehouse. I'm here every day at noon, so it's convenient"
"I'll be there" he said, before switching off the phone.
Allyson nervously twitched at the small coffee table. She had been waiting for almost ten minutes, though most of it was because she was always early for everything. She was waiting for a man that she had met and talked to online for the last month but whom she really knew nothing about. While it was exciting, it also started to worry her a bit.
She checked her phone again, wondering if she had a message from him. At only five minutes late, the girl was already restless and she sucked down the rest of her drink. She wished that she was in a bar and the drink was vodka on the rocks. She looked around at the few people standing in line. None of them looked like the picture on her phone, the one she had been looking at for the last month.
Nerves were getting the better of her and she started thinking of all the horror stories of girls who met men they knew online. She didn't want to be found in some shallow grave.
She left moments before he arrived.
Chapter Two
Dominic was not pleased. He'd cancelled a meeting to get to the out of the way coffee house just so that he could stop texting and calling and get her where he wanted her, firmly tied and on top of him.
He rang her phone but it went to voicemail, so the text would have to do:
"Change of plans I take it?"
Allyson looked at the message and debated on answering. There was so much going through her mind. A part of her desperately wanted to meet the man with the butter voice that turned her into a quivering pool of wanton lust each night, and the other part knew that she knew nothing about this man other than how he affected her.
I'll wait and send him a secure message through the dating site. Hopefully, we can get back on track after we've had a few real conversations.
Allyson reflected. It was not just any man or any meeting. Allyson was trying something new and it didn't seem to feel like the strong-willed man on the phone was interested in being anyone's sugar daddy.
She went to the computer and looked at the site she had registered. There, buried deep in the back pages she saw what she had feared; she had not signed up for a sugar daddy, she had registered to find a Dom. She was young, foolish in a sense, and didn't make the connection between reading his profile and seeing Dominant listed in bold. Allyson had taken that as a personality trait, not a sexuality trait.
She had always been intrigued and loved to be dominated by a strong man, so she was conflicted. She thought back to every night she spent on the phone with him. Could being submissive give her what she craved or did she truly just need someone to provide for her. These were questions she needed answers to before she talked with Dominic again.
Allyson walked the floors of her home, thinking about it. She shook at night talking to him on the phone, his instruction so clear and his voice so gruff. Sometimes, it was so intense that she wished she could go through the phone to him. To feel his rough hands on her body. In that sense, there had never been a man that affected her senses the way he had.
By his picture he was gorgeous and she was sure that if he was anywhere close to the
picture on his profile, she would surely do whatever he asked of her. But what if he asked too much? What if she got in too deep and didn't like how it progressed?
No, she wanted to make sure before she talked to him again. She sent a brief message to him via the site before logging off for the night.
"Dominic, something came up and I had to leave. I'd be able to meet you later, but really.... I mean, can we talk some? Get to know each other besides how we sound when we're in the middle of an orgasm?"
She didn't know if that sounded bitchy or not but she hoped that it got the point across. She needed some assurance.
"Allyson, you know everything you need to know about me. You know how I can reach out and make you feel things you've never felt, make you scream words you've never said aloud, and make you pant from being thoroughly spent. What else is there?"
What else did she want? She clearly came to the dating site a month ago just wanting someone to pay for her needs. A month ago she was willing to meet older men and have them pay her rent and give her gifts in exchange for sexual favors now and then. If that didn't sicken her to her soul now, nothing would. What she ended up with was not someone like that at all; in fact, she quickly realized she ended up meeting someone that she wanted to smother affection on. She wanted to be good enough for him, worthy of the feelings he stirred within her.
"I was going to say 'love' but something tells me that you don't have much use for that in your life."
"I was in love once. What I find and what I do now is much easier, simpler, and gets the basics covered."
"And do you not care what the woman is deep down in her soul? Do you sincerely only care about how she performs for you?"
Dominic sighed. Of course he cared, but caring was an emotion that only complicated his life. He wanted to change this subject before he ended up telling Allyson about Jade, the only woman he'd ever loved before.
"Tell me your deepest fantasy, Allyson. Not the sanitized version you've told your friends. Not even the glossier version you try to tell yourself is what you fantasize about. Tell me the dirty, unvarnished truth of where your deepest fantasy is."
Allyson didn't need to even think about it. It was something that turned her on more than anything else, but something she'd never admitted to anyone. When her friends ask she answers "furry cuffs and a blindfold". When she justifies the truth to herself she says "a dominant man that I can't stop". But the truth?
"My deepest, darkest fantasy is to be captured. Kidnapped and held against my will by a man that uses me to his, and my, pleasure."
Twenty miles from Allyson, Dominic groans reading those words, and sets his plan into action.
Chapter Three
Dominic was tired of the games. He had spent a month acting like a high school quarterback that wants to feel up the head cheerleader's panties under the bleachers. This was not him. He was never one to sit back and wait on anything or anyone. No, today was the day that the games ended and real life began. He would have her at his mercy soon.
The clock ticked 11:55 and he saw the bubbly blonde walk into the coffee shop. Thanks for telling me you're here everyday and at what time, that was very helpful, he thought.
“Allyson? Mocha cap right?”
Allyson stared up at the source of the booming deep sound. She knew that voice very well, but her body responded stronger in person. Her pussy flooded with his remembered words and her breath caught with his sudden showing. He was the man she had been staring at on a screen for weeks now, but in person, he was so much more.
"What are you doing here?" she stammered a bit, trying to find her voice.
"Making our date, a bit late aren't you?"
"I got cold feet, sorry." She looked around nervously as she spoke.
"Make it up to me, stay for coffee." He patted the seat next to him that already had a steaming cup of her favorite.
Not wanting to appear frigid after so many hot nights spent talking with him, she leaned over to hug him. He waited for her and pulled her immediately to his own body. His lips fell down onto hers and the woman melted against his large, hard frame. He broke the kiss after a moment and his dark eyes held humor in their depths. He could tell by her kiss that she was exactly what he was looking for. The light moan and hard pounding of her heart, told him she felt the same way.
His eyes appraised her and found her perfect. While he had met people numerous times that looked nowhere near as good as their picture, she was the opposite. The picture did not seem to translate her presence well and she had a sexual attraction that was hard to deny.
Allyson looked over at him nervously. She was taken aback by how forward he was, though, she guessed that was the dominate side of him coming out. She did not know how to act, so she sat there quietly waiting for a lead. She couldn’t help but ask a question.
“So do you like what you see?”
He grabbed her hand and pushed it underneath the table and into his lap. Allyson immediately felt the burgeoning hard-on encased in denim. She took a sip of her coffee from a shaking hand and let the silence stretch between them. Her hand had retreated to her own lap after he released her and she started to worry that something was wrong. The man just stared at her with his dark eyes and smiling face.
“You ready to get out of her love, take a little drive or something?”
“Sure. Anywhere you want to go.” She was going to show him that she was spontaneous and mature, no matter how much she was out of her element.
“Anywhere huh? Well that leaves my options wide open doesn’t it?”
He stood up abruptly and waited by her chair, for her to do the same. His hand shot around her waist and he steered her towards the door. He threw some money on the table before they left and she was soon being helped into a large dark SUV. The woman felt his hands on her legs as she stepped up to get in.
Allyson’s body hummed with the contact and the knowledge of what was to come. The man pulled himself up in the truck and he looked downright predatory in the cab. He seemed to sense her slight tinge of fear and wanted to compound it a little bit.
“Take off your bra and panties Allyson. I never want to see them on you when we are together.”
Allyson was caught off guard, but only hesitated for a moment. The man started the vehicle up and turned back to watch her. Her hands went underneath her skirt and hooked her fingers to each side of her red panties. Pulling them down she went to put it in her purse, but he pulled the flimsy ball of material out of her grip. The man pushed them to his face and inhaled deeply.
“Fuck you smell good Allyson. I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
The woman blushed but did not answer. Her bra was a bit trickier to get off and took longer. He did not look away for a second or even blink once. His eyes were caught in rapt attention, waiting to see her. The thin material of her shirt did little to hide the dark pink protruding nipples.
When it was finally free and pulled through the sleeve of her low cut shirt, Allyson handed him the bra as well. He pressed it to his face and closed his eyes. She took the moment to study his profile. His chest was wide and his stomach was flat. Long legs with thick, muscular thighs filled his denim jeans well.
It was not even 1 PM yet, and here she was without underwear in the middle of the day where anyone could see her.
“Take your shirt or your skirt off. I will give you the choice, but make it quickly.”
Allyson paused again, hoping that he would start to drive out of the busy parking lot. She could see several people close enough to see her through the large un-tinted window.
“Which one would you prefer?”
“I really like that choice Allyson. I would love to see those beautiful tits.”
She gasped and pulled the shirt slowly over her head. The cooler air hardened the nipples to a taut point. His hand cupped the breast closest to him in his large, roughened hand. She hissed in a breath and bit her lower lip. She tried to close her eyes, but was direct
ed to open them.
“Look out your side, you see that man looking at me playing with you?”
Allyson looked where directed and there was definitely a man watching everything. She made eye contact with him for just a moment before she looked back down at the hand on her. He leaned closer. His breath was hot on her neck.
“If you are wet, I will let you keep your skirt on.”
The woman shivered and opened her legs to admit his hand underneath her last remaining garment. His hand fondled her nipple as he found his way to her heat. His fingers met burning wetness and it was his turn to groan. Two digits surged forward to bury inside of her tight wetness. Allyson cried out and grabbed his powerful forearm. He pushed in deep and shook his hand against her.