Little Book of Fantasies

by Miranda Heart

  When the shudders of satisfaction finally passed, she slowly brought her legs from around his body to allow them to dangle below her. She didn’t even have the energy to form a well-balanced pose. Her head rested against her arm. Her juices ran down the inside of her thighs. “Oh my God, Steven. Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

  He laughed and let go of her enough to run his hands down her back and over her rib cage. “You make it easy to please you, sweetheart.” His voice deepened, thick with passion.

  She knew she should offer him something but couldn’t muster the energy to move. Even his tickling didn’t seem to elicit the same laughter, her muscles clenched and released as he stroked her.

  “You’re so cute. It’s like petting a cat.” He dug his nails in, stroked down her back.

  Just as he said, she followed his movements and sighed. “Steven.” She breathed his name. Her ass clamped down on the toy. Her pulse raced, sweat beaded her brow, her feelings of trepidation gone. Her frustration at being woken up to play in the middle of the night, continued to fade. More than awake now, she sank into his control over her body. He moved around to her back and grated his nails over her buttocks. The heat of his scratches cooled, she spread her legs wishing to feel his fingers deep inside her aching core once more.

  “I never knew you wanted two cocks inside you, Kaitlyn. That’s very interesting to know.”

  She tensed. “Steven, I don’t. I don’t really want two real cocks inside me.”

  He breathed against her ear. “So only me and a toy?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. His fingertips cascaded over her skin. His free hand was everywhere. Over her breasts, down her back, around her ribs, and over her thighs. She trembled all over, begged for more with her whimpers.

  “So easy to please. So responsive.” He whispered in her ear. “This is what attracted me to you.” He breathed. His nails glided around to her front and gently twisted her nipples. She came upright, instantly. Her muscles tensed beneath his ministrations. “Look at yourself.” He commanded.

  Slowly, she opened her eyes and watched his long fingers manipulate her nipples. One hand slid upwards to her neck, the other between her spread thighs to play with her wet clit. As it was slipping and sliding over her clit, she couldn’t help but gyrate against his hand. Her eyes, only half open to follow his movements, watched her own body react with abandon.

  “When I first met you, I saw the excitement in your eyes. You enjoy new relationships. You love to get to know a man inside and out. Remember when I sat next to you on the bench in the park?”

  She nodded and blew out a long breath, trying to control her orgasm. His hand around her neck applied a small amount of pressure. Her sex tightened.

  “Your nipples were hard as rocks when I sat next to you and asked your name. You practically begged me to take you right then and there. But you wouldn’t do that would you? Good, little Kaitlyn made me wait and wait.” His fingers moved faster against her clit, slipped inside her pussy. She groaned and pushed down on him to no avail. “You’re soaking my hand,” he whispered again. “When I finally coaxed you into bed, it turned out to be the hottest sex of my life. I’d never had such a responsive partner. So willing and eager to play.”

  She whimpered. “Please, Steven.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please let me come,” she begged, with a shaky cry.

  Only one of his fingers moved slowly, in and out of her pussy, but it was enough to drive her mad. She needed to be filled, stretched, the way it was every time they made love.

  “Not until you admit to me that you want to be my good, little slut.”

  She cried out, not wanting to admit anything of the kind about herself. She panted and squirmed against his hand.

  “Look at yourself, Kaitlyn. Look how much you beg with your body, not just that sweet, little mouth.” He frigged her clit again, and she jumped, trying to break away from him.

  Frantic to get away, she pressed her buttocks against him, but only met a rigidness that had her soaking his fingers even more. The squishing of her juices against his fingers made the moment even more humiliating.

  “Admit it, Kaitlyn, you strive to be a good girl, but deep inside you’re nothing more than an eager, little slut needing to play. Needing a man to take control.”

  Her eyes closed. “Please, Steven, I need to come. Please don’t make me say it.”

  “Open your eyes, sweetheart. Tell me.”

  His fingers stopped their torture. Needing to come more than she needed her dignity, she opened her eyes and met his determined expression. The look on his face was her undoing. Her pussy sucked his finger. “Steven, I want to be your good, little slut. Please let me come.”

  “Come.”

  She cried out, her thighs spread as wide as she could force them. Her body shuddered and shook uncontrollably. Her orgasm had never felt like this before, so freeing, so utterly amazing. His hand gripped her neck tighter and thrust deeper into her, this time not removing his finger as he played with the bundle of nerves. Her legs sought him out, straining to wrap around something, anything. And then the most unexpected response came from her. She cried. All the stress, secrets, and the lies she told to keep her secrets came flowing from her in a sob.

  His arms wrapped tightly about her waist and pulled her close in to his body. “You were perfect, baby, just perfect.” He whispered against her neck where he kissed her repeatedly, “You’ve shown me more than I could have ever thought to have from you. Beautiful, beautiful.” He stepped in front of her and gathered her against his chest, not releasing her bondage. She rested her head against his shoulder until the emotions passed.

  “I can’t believe I just did that,” she finally said, heaving a heavy sigh.

  He comforted her by petting her head softly with his hand. “It’s okay, baby. That happens from time to time when a person finally lets go.”

  Tenderly, he undid her restraints and carried her back to the bed. She fell into a deep sleep, almost immediately.

  * * * *

  Kaitlyn tried to bring her arms to her sides but, instantly, came up short. She came fully awake with a start and stared around the darkened room. Nothing. Steven wasn’t even around. She remained still, listening for any sound of movement or breathing. It wasn’t long before she became acutely aware of a weight at the end of the bed. The mattress dipped just enough to move her leg. Before she could respond, his hard wet tongue delved between her ass cheeks. The tip of his tongue worked around her tight hole, driving downward every few strokes to penetrate her pussy.

  She sighed. She lay her forehead back down on the bed and wiggled her wrists to test her restraints. Much more comfortable than the chains. “I should really rethink my fantasies,” she thought aloud.

  She heard his slow throaty laugh from behind her, and his tongue dipped down further to taste her. “This is much more comfortable, huh?”

  She nodded, and then realized he couldn’t see her. “Yes, it is. And your tongue feels amazing.”

  She gasped when he swirled his tongue around her pussy, and she pressed her buttocks towards his face. Something soft and delicious roamed over her back, relaxing her downward again. He rubbed the object over her back in big slow circles and down her buttocks; all the while his tongue played havoc with her dripping pussy.

  “It’s going to be my turn to take you this morning, finally my turn to come,” he said against her mound.

  She squirmed against his hot mouth, wishing he’d just be quiet and work. An unbidden image of him standing at the head of the bed, pressing his cock between her lips, had her moaning for more. His other hand slapped her ass hard enough to make her cry out, the soft fur glove that covered his hand soothed away the sting.

  His teeth nipped at the back of her thighs. The bed dipped when he sat up. His firm hands spread her cheeks. Cool air caressed her exposed anus. One finger slid down between her cleft and circled her tight hole
. She squeaked and tried to move away.

  He slapped her ass again. “Don’t move. Don’t ask questions. Just trust me.”

  She calmed, hoping he wasn’t going to put anything in her ass. He lowered himself fully over her body, gave her a peck kiss to the corner of her mouth, and retreated. In his place, he set something soft and silky against her cheek. The heavy scent of rose filled her senses. The petals tickled, but she focused on the perfumed smell.

  The velvet head of his cock pressed against the entrance to her ass. She forgot about not wanting him inside of her and strained to meet him as he slid fully into her, stretching her as far as possible. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moan of pleasure filled the train car.

  “You’re about to get the spanking of your life,” he said against her ear. As he pushed himself upright, he slapped her backside even harder. Two pains at the same time, both burning, both forcing her to go deeper inside herself to accept what he offered. His hand smacked her ass to the same rhythm of his strokes. Her face buried in the pillow, to lessen her screams, as he fucked her hard and fast. She arched her burning ass towards him, begging for the pain.

  He panted above her, muttering things she couldn’t understand. The fur glove stroked over the welts, cooling her. She couldn’t keep up now as he started on the other cheek. The scent of the rose distracted her; he knew it was her favorite. She groaned in pleasure, lost her ability to meet his thrusts. Her hips stopped moving, her muscles tensed as she tried to hold back her orgasm. He removed the rose from her face, and a thick rubber object was placed against her lips, he pressed it past her teeth without saying a word. She latched onto it and sucked. She groaned, needing to come, but not without permission.

  The sting turned into a slow burn inside of her. Sucking on the rubber dildo left a terrible taste in her mouth and did nothing to cool her ardor. Somehow the thought of sucking cock, while being drilled from behind, was more than she could take.

  He must have registered her thoughts because his guttural command of “come” sent her spiraling over the edge. He dropped down onto her, his chest flush with her back, their hips meeting in time. Their sweat mingled as he joined her in a final orgasm. He clung to her wrists; his feet slid against the bed as he tried to push himself deeper inside of her. All she could do was lay there and shudder beneath him. Helpless to pull him deeper inside her. Helpless to do more than sigh her satisfaction and drift back into sleep.

  * * * *

  Steven stared down at the woman in his arms. She nuzzled her cheek against his chest, her yawn interrupting his thought. He’d turned the three-way lamp on low, so that when she awoke, she could have her senses back. Fifteen very long years of interest in the lifestyle, and he was finally getting his feet wet.

  She ran her hand down his chest. “I’m hungry.”

  He laughed, sitting up to retrieve some snacks from the bag and two bottles of lukewarm water. “Yeah, me too.”

  When he handed her a package of dried fruit and crackers, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She gave him a nervous smile and averted her gaze to concentrate on opening the packages. He felt lame. Like a schoolboy losing his virginity. Her dark brown hair was matted against the side of her head, her cheek red from sleeping so hard on one side. Her thick lashes outlined sleepy blue eyes. In short, she took his breath away. And she didn’t deserve to be with a man like him.

  “How is your backside?”

  She blushed and ducked her head. “If I told you it felt great, would that sound odd?”

  He reached out and caressed her cheek. “Not in the least, sweetheart.”

  She took a few bites, a thoughtful expression on her face. He reached down to grab a few snacks for himself. When the words finally came out of her mouth, he couldn’t help but feel even more connected.

  “This whole weekend has been strange, but not in the sense you think it might be. It just feels right. I’ve never thought of myself as a person who would enjoy these sorts of things, but it’s like I’ve been missing something my whole life.”

  He gave her a gentle smile. “It’s always nice to find what you’ve been missing.”

  She set down her snacks. “Do you ever feel that way?”

  “I have everything I need right here.” He patted her knee and leaned forward to give her a quick kiss on the lips. “Ready for sleep? Or round two?”

  “Definitely sleep.” She grinned.

  * * *

  Chapter Six

  “Come on, sleepy head, it’s time for us to leave.” His voice made her limbs tremble again. A cool hand stroked down her back.

  She whined. “Do we have to?”

  “Of course we do. We need to be out of here before the station manager’s shift is up.”

  She rolled over and smiled in his direction. Once again, it was black as night in the train car. “Are you sure you don’t want to tie me up and slap my pussy with that little slapper again?”

  He nuzzled her neck, and she wrapped her arms around him. “If I did that, we would be here the rest of the day.”

  She held more tightly to him when he would have retreated. “When you take me home then?”

  He kissed her forehead, and finally she released him with a sigh. “When I get you home, I want you to sleep. You’ll need it.” His hand rested on her bare belly, his long fingers spanning her waist. “You know I like a woman who’s greedy for sex.”

  Slowly, she sat up, her heart still light despite having to leave. “Then you’re going to like me a lot.” She laughed.

  He left the bed. She heard his feet padding across the car floor. The flick of the light on the lamp stole their solace. She stared sadly at the bag of toys and tried to shake the odd sensation of loneliness that now seeped its way into her bones. She looked up and caught him gazing off somewhere above her head. Even relaxed, his naked body resembled an Adonis.

  His staring did not cease. Kaitlyn rose from the bed and walked over to him. Did he feel the same withdrawn feelings she did? Did he feel just as empty? Without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around him and clung to him as though she’d seen a scary movie. She trembled, even when his arms came around her. “Are you alright?”

  He kissed the top of her head and cradled her closer to his warmth. Her heart ached. Something was off.

  “I’m fine, sweetheart. We just had an intense weekend is all. I think I need some sleep and cool off time, as well.”

  He didn’t let go of her though. If he had, it would have been her clue that something wasn’t right. I could tell him I love him. When she looked up, she disentangled her arms. He was smiling down at her with such adoration she didn’t want to add anything else to their intense weekend.

  They dressed in relative silence. Kaitlyn assisted Steven in taking down the bed and packing it in the bed his truck. She had never noticed that it was right next to the train car. “You said your car was in the shop.”

  He winked and opened her door. She laughed and climbed into the cab. During the ride, they both fell silent. She stole glances his way, but they revealed nothing of how he felt. He knew she’d enjoyed herself this weekend, knew she didn’t have to tell him so. Her fingers twisted in her lap. He held her clasped hands in one of his, draining away her worries with his quiet strength.

  “I’m a little confused, Steven.”

  His gaze, briefly, left the long strip of highway to look at her. “Why is that?”

  “Is there something wrong with people who enjoy this? I mean, it’s a full kidnapping that I fantasized about.”

  One corner of his lip lifted. “If there is something wrong with you, then there is something wrong with me. And we’ll be wrong together.”

  They laughed. It was cheesy, but he was right. They’d figure it out together.

  * * * *

  Steven watched Kaitlyn cross the threshold of her front door before slowly pulling away from her home. Their houses were only ten minutes apart, which made him glad. Any longer, and he would have too much time t
o think.

  He needed downtime; he needed space. He felt edgy, lonely, and frustrated. He couldn’t shake it. His fingers gripped the wheel when he turned out onto the main road and pressed the gas, watching the speedometer slowly move up toward sixty. And then he let up again. He didn’t want to lose his guest bed.

  He just couldn’t hurt her. As much as he wanted to torture her, control her, it wouldn’t do. She had no idea what she was getting into. And who was he to initiate her? Fifteen very long years waiting to find that woman who would understand his needs, and he didn’t have the courage to take it. All the lonely nights, misguided girlfriends, somehow seemed worth finding Kaitlyn. She made the ones who thought it was fun and games, and those that thought it was sick, seem like nothing in comparison. Kaitlyn was much too open to keep her lifestyle a secret. He knew all too well how difficult it could be to hide your true self from friends and family.

  To make matters worse, over the short time they had been together, it had become increasingly difficult not to dominate her. Every fiber in his body screamed for him to take control. He knew, from his limited contact at clubs and from his friends in the lifestyle, that this would not happen unless the other person was also willing. Submission was written all over her. From the way she quietly stood during a meal to fill his drink to the way she allowed him to control her in the bedroom.

  There were days she refused to meet his gaze, sought out his needs and desires, would seem content to just curl up in his arms. Nights she had ended engagements with friends to spend the evening with him. The breathless way she answered the phone, as though she’d run for it. She wanted to please him.

  And then, there were those days that her headstrong nature would rear its head, and he couldn’t even so much as step left without permission. She could meet him word for word, curse him to hell and back again. Still, there could be no telling what her response may be. Without talking to her, he’d never know. He couldn’t take being rejected. Not again. Not from the woman he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.