by J. M. Witt
Keeping your hands off that pussy...? Behaving?
TO: [email protected]
5:59 PM
Subject: Re: Home Alone
Way to go!
It’s very slippery, I don’t have to touch it to know.
I’m behaving!
Meeting a girlfriend for dinner and drinks. Then I’m all yours.
TO: [email protected]
6:02 PM
Subject: Re: Home Alone
Heading out shortly to play. You do realize if we meet that I will be a hot sweaty mess from playing...? I don’t shower there. Hope dinner goes well!
TO: [email protected]
6:06 PM
Subject: Re: Home Alone
I already said I was thinking about you hot n sweaty.
We’re at Angelo’s to have pizza!
TO: [email protected]
6:12 PM
Subject: Re: Home Alone
That’s where we used to go after playing when they kept late hours.
I won’t have my phone with me while playing. Think of a place to meet. I’ll be in touch.
I saw Elaine pull in and put my phone away. I had almost two hours to chat with her and pretend I wasn’t waiting for someone else’s call. She complained about and praised her husband. Typical for any wife. I was guilty of it myself. We shared a lot of laughs, too.
As we were paying the bill, my phone alerted me to a text. Not his typical mode of communication, if it was him.
It was indeed Gregor seeing if I was free and if I’d thought of somewhere to meet. I texted back that I was wrapping up. I said my goodbyes to Elaine and sped out of the parking lot as I sent an email. He’d warned me to be cautious with texts so I emailed instead.
TO: [email protected]
8:06 PM
Subject: Re: Home Alone
Are those dirt roads patrolled at night?
TO: [email protected]
8:12 PM
Subject: Re: Home Alone
Yes. I have a thought. Meet me at Middlebury bank. You can follow. I should be there in 10-15 min.
TO: [email protected]
8:16 PM
Subject: Re: Home Alone
Ok. I’m about 10 mins out.
I was giddy as the blood pumped through my veins. As I approached the bank I saw his truck sitting in the parking lot. Pulling into the lot, I rolled my window down and was greeted with his big grin. The grin that made me horny and nervous that first day and still had the same effect on me.
“How you doing?” That voice. Its deep vibrato played along my spine like a xylophone.
“Good, you?”
He just smiled. “Follow me. It’s not far.”
I nodded as he pulled away and I followed closely. I knew most of these dirt roads, but I didn’t know the secret hiding spots—if there were any—never having a reason before. Apparently he did or he was just shooting in the dark. A few minutes later he pulled into a dark alcove. As our headlights hit the area, I saw picnic tables under a gazebo and no other cars were there. Pulling up and away from his truck, I climbed out of my SUV, leaving my phone and purse inside. I didn’t need the distraction.
My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. Yes, I had great night vision, always had. He sat on a picnic bench with his back against the table, legs jutting out. There was a long wooden paddle resting on the table and had I not been so excited, I may have shit my pants at the sheer size of it. It was close to three feet long, probably a few inches wide and around an inch thick.
I sat down next to him and he pulled me closer. I realized I was shaking. A mixture of the slight night chill and my nerves. As I crossed my legs his hand went around my back. I couldn’t stop smiling as the butterflies swirled in my stomach. Turning toward me, he nestled his hand between my legs, pulling me a little bit closer.
“You ok?”
Nodding, I closed my eyes.
“You’re nervous.” It was a statement, not a question.
As my eyes opened I saw his smile. “Of course I’m nervous. I haven’t kissed another man in over a decade until I kissed you.” He just looked at me, his hand squeezing my thigh. “And I want to do it again.”
Chapter Ten
POISON
I WATCHED AS HE removed his glasses and turned his baseball cap around so that the brim was facing backward.
“If anyone stops, we’re just talking. I’m helping a friend through a hard time.”
Smiling, I nodded my agreement. Though in my head I thought, ‘you’re the one with the ‘hard’ time.’’
With one hand still around my back, his other removed itself from my thighs and came up and slowly stroked my neck. My hands were clenched in my lap and I instantly began to relax at the feel of his skin on mine. The heat from the pad of his thumb eased me even more as it ran along my jaw. Looking into his eyes calmed me, the moonlight just making them that much more seductive.
My breathing was becoming erratic at the anticipation. I was acutely aware that he was taking in my every breath, sound, and cue, garnering my reaction to him. Smiling, he cupped my neck with both hands and ran his fingers over my skin and then he pressed his lips to mine.
Our kiss from the day we met had been sweet and quick. This wasn’t that kind of kiss. This was all consuming. It started slowly but grew harder and more fevered.
My hands finally reached for him, unable to resist touching him. Gripping his hoodie, just above his waist, my hands dug into the soft material. His thumb traced down my throat and I couldn’t contain the moan that escaped me. Pulling on my hair he divided our mouths as I protested, my lips desperate for more of him.
“There it is; that moan I’ve been waiting for.”
His words just turned me on more as I dug my fingernails into him and yanked him back to me. The smallest groan escaped him as he kissed me again. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted to straddle him, lay across his lap, have him press me down against the table... So many choices and I couldn’t decide.
Without thought, I swung my leg closest to him over the bench. He didn’t hesitate in pulling my other leg across his lap, pressing his erection into my thigh. Our kiss was getting out of control and I didn’t want it any other way. Tongues dueling, teeth biting, lips sucking. His hand cupped me through my jeans as I cried out.
“Oh, God.” I pressed my hips closer as his hand dug into me further.
I dropped my head to his shoulder and he began kissing my neck and sucking on my ears as my hips rocked against his hand. As good as his lips felt on my neck, I needed them on my mouth again. And that’s just what he did.
Lifting my head, he dug his hands into my hair and attacked my mouth. I’d never had a man’s tongue so deep in my mouth and I had a brief thought that ‘this, this is what kissing was meant to be like.’ Had I ever truly been kissed before now?
If he fucked liked he kissed, I was in deep shit. The man kissed like there was no tomorrow. In all my years no one had ever kissed me the way he did. He held my face, pulled my hair, and manipulated me for his use. Sucking and biting on my lips and tongue, causing moans from me that even I hadn’t heard before. It was like he wanted me to have a small taste of what fucking would be like with him to see if I could handle it. Lord, I wanted to handle it.
Growling, his words traveled through me. “Is my naughty girl ready for her punishment?”
He pushed my leg from his lap and before I knew what was happening, we were standing in front of the table. His hand darted under my shirt and released my breast. He began pinching my nipple and massaging my breast. Soft moans fell from my lips. I’d always thought my breasts were practically numb, but they weren’t numb to Gregor.
His mouth lowered as he pushed my shirt aside and sucked vigorously on my nipple. Panting, I confessed, “You’re making a liar out of me.”
Lifting his head, he questioned me. “How’s that?”
Smiling, I told him. “My breasts aren�
��t sensitive. At least that’s what I thought until just now.”
Still twirling the throbbing bud between his fingers, he smiled. “Just needed the right buttons pushed.” I giggled and then moaned as his mouth took my breast into his mouth once more.
“Oh!” He’d scraped his teeth around my nipple and I wondered if he’d marked it as well.
Then he pulled my shirt back down and steadied me. “Drop your pants and panties.” He motioned to where he wanted me, ordering, “Bend over and get that ass in the air.”
I was slightly embarrassed, but did as I was instructed to do. My pants dropped to my ankles, along with my soaked panties, and then I climbed on the table. Knees spread and resting on the seat, my forearms did the same on the tabletop.
“Higher, I want your knees on the table.”
Jesus! I did as he said. His hands began to move over my exposed flesh, tingles moving through my entire body.
His breath in my ear surprised me because of how fast he moved out from behind me. “You’re going to count with me. Make sure I can hear you and that you don’t miss a single stroke or we start again. Is that understood?”
His humid breath against my ear and neck nearly had me convulsing.
He raised his voice and repeated the question. “Is that understood?”
Panicked, because I realized I’d agreed, but hadn’t verbalized it, I consented, “Yes!”
“What was that?”
“YES!”
Gripping my hair, he yanked back and demanded, “Yes, what?”
Shit. I was an idiot. “Yes, Sir!”
“Good girl.” Releasing my hair, he continued running his hand over my hips and ass. “Now,” he picked up the paddle which had been sitting on the table under my torso, “you’re going to pick how many strokes.” WHAT?! Back in my ear, he added, “And if you pick too few,” he paused for effect, “I’ll double the number I pick.”
My brain started racing. What number did he already have picked? I had no idea what kind of damage that paddle would do to me, but I knew it could be significant. And, I was most certainly curious. How many strokes was too few? FUCK! But I wasn’t a wimp either. I’d signed up for this and I was going to fucking take it like a champ.
His voice jolted me as he spit out, “I’m waiting. You don’t want me to pick.”
Panting, “Fifteen.”
He was back in my ear confirming, “Fifteen?”
“Yes, Sir. Fifteen, Sir.”
A small chuckle escaped him. He was pleased with my number and maybe surprised. I could feel the smile of his lips against my neck. “You’re a good girl. I’ll break it up into two parts. Don’t forget to count.” He kissed my neck and then he was gone.
Smack!
“One!” Fuck, ok. That hurt, but it wasn’t...
Smack!
“Two!” Oh, hell. Maybe...
Smack!
“Three!” Fuck me. That fucking hurts. Oh, but that feels good. His hand was running over my ass and just as quick he stopped.
Smack!
“Four!” Was I allowed to beg for mercy?
Smack!
“Five!” My voice was already cracking. I gripped my hands around the edge of the table, digging my nails in.
Smack!
“Six!” Suck it up, Meredith. Live a little.
SMACK!
“Seven!” Shit, I might fucking cry. No, I will NOT cry. He said he’d break it into two parts right?
His hands and lips started moving over my ass and my body slacked and moaned with desire. Then his fingers trailed over my pussy and then abandoned my soaking lips just as quick. That must have been what he meant by breaking it up into two.
Smack!
I almost forgot where we were at when I remembered and cried out, “Eight!”
Smack!
“Nine!” My hands had moved to grip my hair. My eyes were watering as I pressed them against my arm.
Smack!
“Ten!” Now I knew what hazing was like.
Smack!
“Eleven.” My voice was wavering and he knew it. Hot lips trailed over my ass once again. And just as I’d start to moan...
Smack!
“Twelve.” It was barely a whisper.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Twelve!”
“Good girl, but that earned you another strike.”
I started shaking my head in refusal, but I cried out in agreement, “Yes, Sir!”
Smack!
“Thirteen!” Tears were trickling out and I no longer cared. The next three smacks were the closest in succession. Maybe he wanted it over, too.
Smack!
“Fourteen!”
Smack!
“Fifteen!”
Smack!
“Sixteen!”
The sound of the wood paddle dropping to the table sent relief flooding through me. I felt him behind me as his hands gripped my hips. Hot lips pressed against the small of my back and continued to move over every inch of my ass along with his tongue. As my ass throbbed and ached with every touch from him, it just increased the already overwhelming desire I had. This was the true meaning of pleasure and pain and I knew I was already addicted.
Oh, my God. What was that? It took a minute to register what I was feeling. His silk tongue was licking me from front to back. All the way back. Sweet mercy. My hips pressed into him without thought. His mouth moved as his teeth gently scraped over my fresh marks and then a finger slipped inside my pussy.
“Oh, God!”
“You are NOT to come, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” I sighed as he continued his sweet torture. “Please don’t stop.”
That earned me a chuckle right before his mouth started moving over me again. Fingers in my pussy and thumb circling my clit, his tongue prodded my anus. Holy hell it felt good. Before I knew it I had fingers in both holes as he pumped me until I didn’t think I could take any more!
Holy shit, I was going to come if I didn’t regain control. Slamming my hand on the table, my ass still in the air, I gripped the edge and began cursing.
I gasped and the force of that gasp startled me. “Fuck!” I clenched around his fingers as he continued fucking me. I couldn’t come, but I wanted to so bad.
He slowed before pulling his fingers out of me. Teasing, soft kisses fell upon my cheeks once more. I didn’t want it to be over. We weren’t done were we? Then I felt his hands on me as he pulled me from the table. Jesus, I could barely stand. Bending down in front of me, he slid my panties and pants back up my legs. I took both waistbands from him and situated myself.
Before I could question anything, or do anything, his hands were in my hair again. Kissing me, I let him lead the kiss. Christ, I could drown in him. My legs were trembling as I held onto him for support. He pivoted his body and sat down on the seat of the picnic table. I was leaning over him, still kissing him.
Hand still in my hair he whispered, “On your knees.” He continued to kiss me as I began to lower my body.
Guiding me to my knees, in between his, the kiss broken, I kept my eyes down and placed my hands in my lap. His own gently cupped my face and tilted my chin upward.
“Look at me.” I did as he asked as our eyes met in the dark of the cool summer night. “Fucking beautiful.” His eyes continued to devour mine and then he asked, “Are you ready for my cock?”
Maybe a little too eagerly, I sighed, “Yes.”
He untied his running shorts and out popped his beautiful cock. I reached for him as his hands fell into my hair and held me back.
“Is this what you want?” One hand left my hair as he gripped his cock. I nodded as he added, “No hands. I’m going to fuck that beautiful face.”
I gulped as he lowered my head, hand tangled in my long, dark locks. I let my tongue lavish him from root to tip so that he understood how much I craved him. Slowly, I took him in my mouth and let him press into me further as his hips flexed upward. A deep moan filled the night
air and I sucked him harder in response.
“You like that sweaty cock?”
Pulling off him just enough so he could hear me, I replied, “Yes, Sir.” Then I resumed my task.
I could feel him pulse against my tongue, hands still in my hair. He pushed my long dark hair to the side and angled us so that he could see me sucking him.
“Jesus. Who taught you how to do that? Or are you just a natural?”
Giggling, I let him pop out from between my lips. I’d been asked this before. I wasn’t one to brag, but I knew how to suck a cock. “Nobody taught me. Just a natural I guess.” I shrugged my shoulders and made eye contact with him as I slid my lips around him once more.
A small chuckle left his mouth which was turned up in a grin. Then he moaned again, pressing up into my waiting mouth deeper. My hands moved up to his hips as he began to fuck my mouth once more. I thought for sure he’d spill his load before he pried me off him, but he didn’t. Uncaring of the mess my saliva had made, he attacked my mouth with his once again.
Hands in my hair, stroking my cheeks, he praised me. “You’re a natural and so obedient. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy you.”
Smiling, I gazed into his eyes and coyly whispered my gratitude. “Thank you, Sir.”
“But I have to go.” I understood, but I was visibly disappointed. “We have plenty of time, but now I need to get home.”
“I know, so do I.”
He pulled us to our feet, which was a struggle for me. Quickly, he knelt down and rubbed my legs helping to bring them back to life. The fact that he knew my legs were aching and tended to them spoke volumes to me.
“I have homework for you.”
Homework? Ummm... “Ok.”
“I want you to go home and bring yourself to orgasm three times in a row, but don’t come. Then you’re going to email me in explicit detail your thoughts and what you were doing each time. When I finally allow you to come, I want you a quivering mess, ready to explode.”
Shocked at his demand and turned on, I groaned. He smiled wickedly as I conceded. “Yes, Sir.”
“You know how to get out of here?” I nodded. “Drive safe. I’ll talk to you soon.” He kissed me quickly and then smacked my ass one more time before pushing me toward my vehicle.