Risk (BDSM Dominant submissive Romance): Everything to lose. Everything to gain.

by Mia Moore

  “Did it ever occur to you that maybe he’s a gentleman? That maybe I’m a lady? We’ll have sex eventually.’ she replied. Maybe this weekend? She took another bite of her sandwich.

  “Sure. When you do, I want details. I’m seeing a new guy this weekend. He’s gorgeous! Blond hair, big blue eyes, a body to die for.”

  “Where’d you meet him? What’s he do?” She was grateful that she could put the ball back into Brenda's side of the court before any more digging could be done. The sex with Craig was good, sure; but his behavior was curious to say the least.

  But now another new guy in Brenda’s life? What's that, the second one this month alone? Brenda went to the singles bars, picking up God knows what. She had no trouble in that department. She was cute and curvy and very approachable. Brenda's concept of being demure on a date was to wear pantyhose.

  “He’s a stockbroker. I met him at Frequency. And can he dance! Looking forward to his horizontal mambo. His name’s Eddie Sleethe, not that you’d know him.”

  “Well have fun and play safe. Details next week, okay?” Jessica said.

  “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours. Deal?”

  The waitress plunked their bills down in front of them and hurried away to another table.

  “That’s what I like about this place. You never even get a chance to THINK of dessert. Good for the figure, I guess.” Jessica smiled, fished in her purse to leave a tip, and dodged another bullet from Brenda's inquisition.

  ***

  Jessica spent Saturday morning writing her article, reviewing the jazz band she had seen the night before. The music had been vibrant and original. And the setting in the Rex, a hole in the wall jazz and blues club was cozy and intimate. It was retro, as if she were in a club in the 1950's. The only thing missing was the layer of cigarette smoke. She glanced at her watch and emailed the article off to her editor.

  She jumped up and hurried into the bathroom. Two hours, to shower and get ready. She stripped her nightie off and turned the shower on. As she washed her hair she planned her outfit for the day. Skirt is a must. The taupe one. What top? The dark blue one. Not too tight, shows the girls off nicely. Shoes. Sexy but comfortable. He said a downtown restaurant but parking’s a bitch. If she was going to have to walk a few blocks she didn't want to totter.

  She finished her shower, make-up and dressing when the phone rang. She hurried to answer it, thinking that it was Craig. Hope nothing’s come up and we’re still on.

  When she answered she was pleasantly surprised to hear her mother’s voice. Even though she was hurrying to get ready, she took the time to have a good chat with her Mom. She hadn’t spoken to her mother her all week and they normally touched base regularly. She didn’t mention anything about Craig. Perhaps she and Craig would visit her parents and she’d introduce him then. It would be nice to surprise them. They would like Craig.

  She finished the call and hurried to finish dressing and packing a few things in an overnight bag. She grinned. YES! It’s gonna be this weekend. Finally. He asked me to stay the night. As she finished her packing, an ear worm had invaded her. She couldn’t stop humming “Your Body Is A Wonderland”.

  She slipped on the pair of neutral beige thigh highs she had bought earlier in the week. He was influencing her fashion sense. Maybe I shouldn’t wear panties? Surprise him? Recalling the Lula dance, she decided on a lacy thong.

  There was a light tap at the door. Craig? Did he get a key to the downstairs door? What the… She opened the door.

  He stood at the door holding a bouquet of orange tulips. Her eyes roamed over him appreciatively. Khaki pants that hugged his slim hips, a button down beige shirt covering broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up a bit to reveal tanned arms. And his slightly crooked smile and deep brown, twinkling eyes. Yep, he was still gorgeous.

  “Craig! How’d you get in? And you brought me flowers. I love tulips!” She stepped back, opened the door wider and with a wave of her hand, invited him to enter.

  “I'm great, thanks for asking. Mrs. Vaughn let me in. She was just leaving to walk her dog. I swear she has a thing for me. Stalked by a senior citizen.” He stepped into the apartment.

  “Thanks so much for the flowers. Let me put them in water.” She took the tulips he held out and brought them into her kitchen. She bent over, rummaging in the lower cupboard for a vase.

  “Take your time. I’m admiring the view’ Her skirt had risen slightly, almost showing the tops of her stockings.

  She found a vase and standing once more she turned the tap on and set the flowers into it. She placed the vase on the table and walked over to him. “That was so kind of you.”

  He smiled down at her and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight to his body. He lifted her up and swung her gently from side to side so that her feet dangled in the air. After planting a loud kiss on her lips he lowered her. She watched him with wide-eyed wonder.

  “C’mere you big strong man,” Reaching her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her and kissed him warmly. His hands drifted sensuously over her back, then lower. She pressed closer to him, raising herself to the tips of her toes to snuggle him. His breathing deepened while his tongue explored her mouth. His arousal pressed against her tummy.

  He raised his hands and lifted her once more, setting her on the counter top. His hip nudged her knee, to open her legs. He stepped forward between them, causing her skirt to rise higher, above the tops of her stockings, finally resting just below her hip bone. He kissed her jaw-line, then lower to her neck. She raised her chin, leaning her head, giving her throat over to his kisses. He continued lower to her chest, the tops of her breasts. His hand cupped her breast, and wandered down along her midriff to the folds of her bunched up skirt. He let his hand rest there, knowing what she desired. It was an act of willpower on his part as well.

  She ran her fingers through his hair and gently pulled his head upward.

  “We should go soon. We don’t want to start something here. Let’s wait till we’re at your place.” She said softly.

  His eyes opened wide with surprise.

  Gently pushing his body away, she eased off the counter and pulled the hem of her skirt down so that it rested a couple of inches above her knee. Smiling up at him, “I’ll just get my bag and coat. The weather forecast is calling for rain.”

  She left him standing in the kitchen and walked to her bedroom. The look on his face! Two can play at that game, Craig. Time to leave YOU a little hot and bothered.

  She grabbed her bag and stopped at the closet to get her coat. “Ready whenever you are. I’m starving!”

  “You’re always starving. It’s your middle name. Come on. I better feed the little beast before she turns nasty.”

  She curled her lip up, gritted her teeth and snarled at him.

  “Whoa. Glad I’ve had my shots. Do you bite?” He stepped away from her.

  “Yes but I only bite handsome men who keep me waiting. Let’s go.”

  “Careful. I could take Mrs. Vaughn to lunch you know.”

  He took her bag from her and they left the apartment arm in arm.

  ***

  The weather forecast was correct; a gentle rain descended. They wandered through the historic Distillery district of the city, huddled together under his umbrella. They spent almost an hour exploring the shops, admiring the industrial architecture of what had once been a whiskey distillery, flourmill, icehouse and dairy.

  “Have you ever heard the story of the men who created this?” He asked.

  “It was a couple of guys from England in the 1800’s, right? But I don't know any details."

  “Yes. Gooderham and Worts. They were brothers-in-law. It was quite an enterprise in its day. It’s one of the main contributors to the growth of Toronto. But there’s a sad romantic story you’ll like. After working hard for two years to establish this enterprise, James Worts’ suffered a loss. His wife died in childbirth. He loved her so much, that on that same day he committed suicide, thr
owing himself down a well on this property.”

  “Hmm..That’s very sad. There’s a similar story about Heart Island in the Thousand Islands near Kingston. George Boldt owned the Waldorf Astoria in New York City, very wealthy guy. He started to build a castle on the island for his wife and their children. It was almost done when she died suddenly. He stopped the construction and never went near it again.”

  "Boldt? Never heard of him."

  "You ever hear of Thousand Islands salad dressing?"

  "Yeah, so?"

  "He invented it."

  Craig looked sideways at Jessica. “I guess you're hungry, eh?” he snickered. "So what happened to the castle?”

  “The government bought the property years later and continued restoration and construction. We’ll see it when you come with me to Kingston. Sad. Are there loves like that around today?”

  Craig became quiet for a few moments, lost in thought. “Kingston- that’s where you grew up, right?”

  “And went to university.”

  “Parents still live there?”

  She nodded.

  “Uh oh. I'll wait in the car.”

  She poked him in the stomach. “It's not that big a deal! And I didn't say WHEN we'd go!”

  “Okay- you're right, you didn't say when. Let's set a date right now.”

  “Really?”

  “Sure! How does July 1st sound to you?”

  “The Canada Day Weekend? You're sure about that?”

  “I did NOT say what year- oof!” She poked him again. They laughed and he took her arm.

  The rain changed from a drizzle to a torrential downpour. They scurried into the nearest restaurant - an oyster bar. It was warm, dry and cozy. Craig ordered a beer for himself and wine for Jessica. While they waited, they read the menu.

  “Hmm…oysters? Aren’t they supposed to make you horny? Do we dare order them?” She looked at him over the top of the menu.

  “Absolutely. Double orders for both of us.”

  “I’m not sure I need them” she muttered, slipping her shoe off, then rubbing her foot against his leg.

  “Down girl. Maybe oysters for you is not such a good idea.”

  “You eat mine. You’re gonna need them.” She smiled at him.

  Craig summoned the waiter, anxious for them to finish the meal and get back to his place.

  ***

  Craig shook the water from his umbrella before following Jessica into his townhouse. She slipped her coat off, hung it on a hook by the door and walked up the stairs. How could she be feeling such contradictions? On one hand, the wine at lunch had relaxed her, making her feel sultry. And yet her nerves were firing with anticipation.

  She turned to face him before entering his living room. What’s next? Will he lead me upstairs to his bedroom? She silently waited for direction.

  Craig approached her and took her into his arms. He kissed her softly and then held her out at arms’ length. ‘I’d like to continue where we left off last week. Do you still feel the same? Would you like to do more D/s?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Jessica, go upstairs and sit on my bed. I’ll be up in a moment. I just want to get some ice water for us.”

  She turned and walked up the stairs quietly. His bedroom was dark and it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust. She noticed that he had prepared the room earlier; the curtains were closed and candles had been set on the dresser and night tables. She lowered herself on his bed and sat waiting, her heart beating quickly in her chest. What would come next?

  At the sound of footsteps on the stairs, she turned and watched him enter the room. He set the water on the night table and reached into his pocket. Slowly, stealing glances at her, he wandered about the room, lighting candles. The flickering flames were like a pulse in the room. He opened the closet door, pulled out a canvas duffel bag and set it next to the dresser. She watched him. What was in the bag? But she kept silent, not wanting to disturb the mood.

  He unzipped the bag and withdrew a black scarf. “Stand up Jessica.”

  She slowly raised herself and stood before him, her eyes glancing at the scarf he held stretched out between his clenched hands. He stepped towards her, placed the scarf over her eyes and tied it securely at the back of her head, taking care not to tangle her hair in the knot.

  She felt his hands at her waist. He gently held the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her abdomen. She raised her arms to allow him ease, in slipping it off. Her body gave an involuntary shiver as his fingertips traced the line of her bra. She lowered her arms and let them rest at her side. His after shave smelled wonderful. His warm breath on her body caused her to shiver. His body brushed by her, stepping around to her back.

  Again, she startled at his fingers unhooking her bra. He slipped his fingers up to the shoulder straps and pulled them down her arms. His kiss was hot in the curve of her neck.

  She heard him step away, the rustle of fabric as he bent down, and then his hands fumbling inside the bag. Time slowed down.

  Once more, her body jerked. A feather light touch spread from the outside of her breast along to her nipple where it lingered, softly brushing. And then on to her other breast, the soft stimulation, almost tickling her. Her naked breasts, the vulnerability and the soft caress consumed her.

  He unbuttoned the waist band of her skirt and slid the zipper down. His hand pushed it over her hips and down brushing her thighs. His fingers trailed down her back slid over her hips. He lowered his hand to the spot just behind her knee. His other hand had reached to hold her hand as he nudged her knee forward to help her step away from the fallen skirt. She heard him scoop it up and the soft sound of it hitting the floor across the room.

  His fingers tugged the elastic of of her panties and let them snap back against her skin. Again there was the rustle of him reaching into the bag. He returned and held the elastic out once more. There was a snip as the waistband was cut. He moved to her other side and cut the elastic there. With a quick tug, he pulled the thong away from her.

  Hearing the snip and the feel of the fabric being discarded was arousing. Even so, she smiled. It was a good thing that those undies were only from Walmart.

  She stood before him, naked except for her stockings and heels. Her nerve endings were raw, exposed in her near naked body.

  He cupped her chin in his hand and kissed her parted lips. “Jessica. Are you okay? Would you like to continue?” He whispered.

  She nodded her head, not trusting her voice to speak.

  “Remember we talked about safe words? Red, orange and yellow. If you would like to stop at any time, say red. If you aren’t sure and would like a breather, say orange. Yellow means be careful, ease up.”

  She nodded once more.

  There was a soft brush of something against her thigh before a sharp crack. She jumped. Her thigh was warm from the thud of the blow. But it hadn’t really hurt. The ends of the whip scraped across her shoulders, down her spine ending with her buttocks. Now there were short stokes, tapping her back and bottom. Again, the softness of the touch was surprising.

  Whack! She jumped at the hard blow on her ass. Oow.THAT stung. Again a hard spank hit her other cheek. She gasped.

  She heard him step away, swallow and then the tinkle of ice cubes touching glass. Holding her breath, she waited. Fear was mixed generously with excitement. She flinched at the icy sensation on her nipple, shivered as a water droplet descended along her midriff. Her breath hitched in her throat at the cold sensation in her other nipple.

  “Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs Jessica.”

  She hesitated briefly. She would be doubly exposed. She trusted him and there was a strong element in her that ached for this, as strong as her desire to please him. She clasped her hands tightly together behind her and slid her left foot across the floor, away and outstretched.

  Such a long time, she waited before she sensed that he had droppe
d to his knees in front of her. His fingers stroked the inside of her thighs, always stopping just short of …the place she longed for him to touch. Her legs shook slightly. Her mons cooled with his breath blowing softly on it. This was all that existed. Her arousal and his teasing.

  It stopped. There was the rustle of fabric as he rose to his feet.

  “Don’t move.”

  There was the soft sound of his footsteps walking away, leaving her yearning.

  ***

  Craig went downstairs and sat on the sofa. He peered out at the grey water and sky, almost indistinguishable where one stopped and the other started. He adjusted his pants and leaned his head back against the cushion.

  Oh my God, I don’t know how much more of this I can stand. Oh man, she’s hot and so ready. Think baseball.

  He closed his eyes and tried to recall the game he had seen the previous week. He pictured Dickey on the mound, swinging his arm back to throw the ball. He put his hands over his face and dry scrubbed it, stifling laughter. This wasn’t helping – Dickey on the mound. C’mon!

  He tried meditation. Closing his eyes once more, he inhaled and chanted silently Breathe in. He exhaled and chanted Breathe out. In and out, in and out. Argh!

  It was no use. He got up and walked back up the stairs, adjusting his pants once more.

  He smiled when he entered the room, looking at the curves of her body, highlighted by the candles. Good girl. She hadn’t moved. He walked to her and kissed her lips. Her mouth reached forward eagerly for more.

  He reached in the bag once more and picked out a heavier whip. Once more he swished it across her body, legs and ass. He drew back and delivered a soft blow to her thigh. She jumped.

  ***

  Oooo…that’s a harder whip. That hurt. She inhaled, steeling herself for the next blow. It landed like a bee sting on the side of her buttock. She gasped. This was followed by his warm hand stroking the area he had hurt. The warmth of his touch was soothing. She eased her ass out towards it, willing him to continue.