He was the first man she had allowed in her flat, for more than a quick visit. Usually, when she dated, the man would collect her, and maybe get a drink if she was not on time. That was a rare occurrence, as Catriona could not abide lateness. They would go to the club and play there. If she wanted privacy, there were the rooms at Prometheus in Chains. She’d never wanted more than that, and this was a first for her. She wondered about his feelings and if he wanted more.
There was a short pause as they both looked at one another. She was the Domme, so it was up to her to…Suddenly, she felt herself enfolded in strong arms and pressed to his body all along her length. She felt her nipples bead and her pussy leak moisture as he held her tight. She felt his heartbeat speed up, and the long, hard ridge of his erection pressed into her. He sighed and kissed her cheek, then suddenly it was all too much. She pulled back out of his arms, and began to strip off his clothes. He got the message, and stripped hers off, too. Buttons flew off. There was a rip of some garment or other, she couldn’t tell if it was his or hers. Then she was naked and so was he. The heat of him was incredible. He turned and threw off the bed covers, leaving only the sheet. He picked her up and deposited her gently on the bed. Then he stood back for a moment and looked at her.
“Mistress Catriona, you’re so beautiful. I could eat you.”
He lowered himself to the bed and proceeded to do just that. He started on her feet, kneading and caressing her toes and the arches. She giggled and squirmed as his touch tickled her. She watched him as he stored the information. He wasn’t going to be a doormat, she knew, and all he learned he would use. He bent to lick his way up one leg as far as her pussy, and she arched her back in an automatic reflex. He just smiled and did the same to the other leg. He’s going to pay for the teasing, she promised herself. He got on his hands and knees over her, and, framing her face with his hands, he kissed her. He licked and nibbled the corners of her mouth, and along her lips. His mouth was warm and featherlight to start with, but soon he became more forceful, as she opened her mouth and invited him in. His mouth crushed hers, and his hands tightened about her face. His tongue duelled with hers, stroking and tangling in an erotic dance. Then he sucked her tongue into his mouth and invited her to do the same to him. Nothing loth, she took over the kiss, and invaded his mouth with her tongue. She explored every inch of his mouth, and couldn’t get enough of his taste. She was brought back to earth with a bump, as one strong hand kneaded her breast gently, but with ever-increasing pressure as she moaned and arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand.
“More, harder!” she said.
He took her nipple in his fingers and tweaked, flicked, and pulled on it, until she was incoherent in her pleas. She wanted more. The bite of pain was exquisite, and she writhed under his knowing fingers. She could feel his eyes on her, and knew he was assessing and storing information. She’d no problem with that. If this was his idea of lovemaking, she was more than happy to go along with it, this time. Next time, it would be on her terms, and her turn to explore and assess. He turned his attentions to the other breast, and she moaned.
“My Angel, harder.”
He obliged, and then his hand sank lower, and he inserted one finger in the slick folds of her labia. She was so wet. He took his finger away. She protested.
“Angel, no! Don’t stop! Give me more. Fuck me now!”
She heard his laugh, and vowed he’d pay for it. He slid down her body, and positioned himself between her thighs. She wouldn’t have closed them if she could, but, with his broad shoulders propping her legs apart, she was open to all he wished to do. Using one hand, he parted her labia, bent his head and inhaled.
“Your scent drives me wild,” he said.
“Bloody get on with it then,” she groused.
He bent and licked his way slowly up her slit, until his tongue made contact with her clit, and she gasped. He knew exactly how much pressure to use, and soon she was writhing under his strong strokes, as he brought her, inexorably, to the edge of orgasm. Then he stopped.
“What the fuck!” she ground out.
He chuckled again and said, “You can pay me in kind later, Mistress Catriona.”
“Too bloody right I’ll pay you! You’re going to regret those words!”
“I can’t wait,” he said, amusement evident in his voice.
“Well, you will be waiting, and the longer you make me wait, the longer you’ll wait. Be warned.”
Catriona was getting more pissed off by the moment. No bloody sub had ever dared to do this to her, and he wasn’t going to be the first. He must have been watching her face, because he smiled again, and asked, “This isn’t what you expected, Mistress Catriona?”
A growl was all he got in response.
Evidently he had played with her long enough, because he bent to his task again, and got to work with gusto. He pressed one arm on her stomach, anchoring her on the bed, as he licked her clit and finger fucked her cunt with the other hand. By judicious stroking, he located her G-spot and curled his fingers as he withdrew them, driving her into a frenzy of thrashing and moaning.
“Oh! Oh! Angel. Yes! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
She heard herself begging. Never before had she begged.
What the fuck was he doing to her and her control? she thought. What control was that?
Then no more thinking was possible as he suckled hard on her clit. The tingles began in her nerves, and flowed along her veins like fire, and her orgasm rolled over her in waves. It was an amazing feeling. The combination of his suckling, and his fingers over her G-spot, drove her on and on. She’d never had an orgasm that lasted so long before. She lashed her head from side to side, but he held onto her, and kept up the fucking and suckling. Instead of aftermath, she rode out another deeply satisfying orgasm. Slowly, she came back to the consciousness of someone ripping a foil package, then he was turning her over. She flopped like a rag-doll as he lifted her hips and entered her from behind. He held her hips up, and slowly she felt every inch of his long, thick cock slide inside her. She felt the crisp hairs at his groin against her bottom, then he began to move. He withdrew slowly, but increased the pace gradually, until he was pumping into her. His balls slapped against her cunt, as he fucked her hard and fast. His hips bucked, and she felt his release, and the heat of his semen in the condom. He held onto her, even though he was bending over her, and breathing hard and fast. She felt his heart hammering against her back. Slowly, he regained control, and allowed her to sink down on the bed. He withdrew and dealt with the condom. Then he lay down with her, and cradled her against his shoulder. He stroked her and petted her for a long while.
* * * *
“Mistress Catriona, I need to ask you questions.”
“Then ask them, my Angel.”
“How do you feel about the way we just fucked?”
“That was not fucking, my Angel. You know we just made love.”
He smiled at that. He’d been going to say that himself, but he needed to know what she felt, and that had been the easiest way of finding out. She’d felt the connection, too!
“Do you mind that I was forceful with you, Mistress?” he asked.
“No, my Angel, I’ve never allowed any man to do that to me, but with you it’s different.”
“I want you to know that I will never attempt anything like that in public, or at the club,” he said sincerely.
“I know. That’s our private life and our secret. What we do in public is what we want others to see!”
“That’s exactly so, Mistress.”
Angel was well content with all she had said and very pleased that she felt the same way as he did. He’d dropped the “Catriona” in favour of the more personal and possessive “Mistress,” and she hadn’t objected. He, too, had had other lovers, but he’d never felt the connection to them that he felt with her. She was the one. He’d wanted to find out if she thought the same about him, and it seemed she did! He was jubilant. He would preserv
e her public persona. After all was said and done, she needed that to earn her living, but he knew it went deeper than that. It was part of who she was, and he would do nothing to harm her or tarnish her reputation. If he had his way, she wouldn’t need to earn her living. She could keep as many, or as few, of her clients as she wished, or none at all, if that was what she wished. He didn’t yet know her well enough to judge what would best please her or suit her needs.
He knew that he wasn’t going to enjoy seeing her with clients, but he would have to get used to it, at least for the present. Later, when they knew each other better, he would make his wishes known. For the moment, she’d no idea who he was, or just how wealthy he was. He hoped that wouldn’t put her off. She was fiercely independent, and justly proud of what she’d made of herself. He hoped that his wealth, his position, and his family wouldn’t get in the way of what they had together.
* * * *
Catriona had noticed he had started to call her “Mistress” without her name. She’d never permitted a sub to do that before, as it indicated a relationship she was often not ready to acknowledge, or she didn’t feel existed. In Angel’s case, she was delighted he had opted to call her “Mistress.” This time there was the connection, and she was happy that he felt it, too, and had taken the next step in their relationship.
She wanted to tie him but needed to get information about his expectations first.
“Angel, have you ever been tied before?”
“No, Mistress, I haven’t, at least not until you tied me, that was the first time ever. I know you’re a rope Top and will want to tie me.”
“How do you feel about that?” she asked.
“I trust you to keep me safe and to do nothing that will harm me.”
“Do you have any questions for me before we begin?” she asked.
“Yes, Mistress. Why do you like Kinbaku?”
“I like the connection created by the tying. I like the feel of the rope. The slow laying on of the rope and creating a beautiful picture with the rope and your body. I like the peace it brings to me as I concentrate on tying. With you I anticipate a closer connection. Before it’s been all about the aesthetics, as I didn’t have a particularly close connection with any sub. I’m looking forward to finding out if what my mentors, Master ‘K’ and Mistress Arden, have told me is true. I expect it is.”
“How does Master ‘K’ come into the picture?”
“I wrote to him about his book, its effect on me, and Kinbaku, and he graciously replied. He answered all my questions with great patience.”
“Master ‘K’ has couples’ classes,” Angel suggested.
“That’s in Los Angeles. It’s a long way from here,” she replied.
“We have to go somewhere on holiday, and what better way to spend a holiday than there, doing what you really want to do?” Angel asked.
“That would be wonderful, but how do you know he’ll be able, and willing to teach us when we go?”
“Would you like that?”
“I’d love it.”
“How about in two months’ time? I can get time off work then and it gives us time to arrange it all?”
“I’d love to go, are you sure you want to do that for your holiday?”
“It just so happens that he has a vacancy in two months’ time.” Angel laughed as he said it. Her face was a picture, just as he’d hoped.
“You will do this for me? Go to classes for me?” she asked in amazement.
“I will do anything for you, but I will never give you up,” he answered with perfect sincerity.
She began to tie him and, at once, felt the intimate connection. It had always happened in the past, the few times she’d been emotionally involved with her sub, but somehow this time it was so much more. He watched her hands. She could feel his eyes on her. He had to feel it too. She began to feel the familiar calm descend over her. Her hands laid the ropes neatly and carefully. She had been taught by the best, and, every time she tied, she remembered their words of encouragement.
She looked down on the beautiful diamond hishi she’d created. The dark-green rope on his burnished skin looked so beautiful. His feet were planted on the bed, and his knees bent. She’d restrained him so that his thighs remained open to her. His eyes had widened as he saw the rings attached to her bed. Then excitement had flared in his eyes. Now he lay, waiting for what she had planned for him.
“Just lie back and enjoy what I am about to do to you, my Angel,” she said.
He lay there and looked at her looking down on him. His beautiful eyes betrayed his concern. He was helpless and he knew it. He had trusted her enough to allow her to bind him, but she knew he had to be nervous, she could see it in his eyes. He had only been bound once before he’d said, but he knew he wasn’t going anywhere now. She could do whatever she chose to do to him. She was too skilled. All these thoughts she read in his eyes and smiled to herself. This first time was so special. He didn’t know what she would do. As he got to know her, he would be more sure, so these moments were precious and would never be repeated. She wanted to remember every last detail.
She took up her suede flogger and, starting off lightly, she flicked it over his body. He hissed as it caught his cock then his balls. She knew it was not very painful. It was more the excitement that caused him to twitch and struggle. Bound as he was, he could struggle all he liked, and he would never harm her. Gradually she increased the force and, by the time she’d finished, his skin was so sensitive that, as she ran her fingers slowly over his calves and up to his balls, she could feel a tingle like a small electric shock. His eyes were closed and his head flung back. She licked and sucked and nipped her way over both nipples and, if she had not known better, she would have sworn his skin came up to meet her fingers as she caressed him. He writhed, and his back arched.
“Please, Mistress, please I need to come. Please give me release!” He panted as he begged. He continued to beg, and she continued to tease him unmercifully. She sucked his nipples into her mouth one after the other. She flicked one with her tongue as she held it firmly but gently between her teeth. After all she loved having that done to her, so why wouldn’t he like it, too? His reaction proved her right as she turned her attention to the other nipple. She knew the hishi followed his erogenous zones, and as he moved it would stimulate them further. She swirled her tongue around his navel and ran her finger, oh so slowly, down to where his cock must be throbbing fit to burst by this time. The deep-red head leaked its milky fluid, and she’d no doubt that, if she touched him, he’d explode. So he could wait a while. He would perhaps make her pay for her teasing later. She would of course permit that and enjoy it. At that thought her nipples tightened and her cunt leaked moisture. She could smell her own arousal. Enough is enough, she thought, climbing onto the bed to straddle him, her knees on either side of him and her hands planted flat on his chest.
What a chest! she thought. His bronzed skin covered firm muscles that twitched at her touch. His cock was under her, and how hot and swollen it was. Rolling the condom slowly down the full length she watched his beautiful eyes widen in anticipation. She eased it slowly, oh so slowly into her pussy, and he, bless him, tried so hard to force his hips up and his cock deeper into her.
“Later, my Angel. Your turn will come. Now it’s my time,” she said. She began to rock back and forth, riding his cock and clenching her pussy muscles around him as she rose up. His cock left her very reluctantly, it seemed to her. She noticed he was clenching his jaw, and holding onto his control. She gave a little crow of triumphant laughter. He was hers. He knew it and would only come when she allowed him to!
What a treasure he is! she thought.
“Come now, my Angel,” she said. His release was spectacular. His hips bucked, his beautiful face was transformed by the pleasure. She felt the hot semen enter the condom deep within her, and she sighed in contentment.
Lifting herself off him, she dealt with the condom for him but left him tied. She went over
to the iPod dock and started up the Rope-cast, and the girl began to sing her little song.
“Will you be my sock puppet?” Catriona watched Angel’s eyes as the words of the song, sung in the little-girl voice, penetrated his brain. He looked at Catriona, and she smiled.
“Well, will you?”
“Yes, Mistress, I’d like to try.”
She went to the bathroom and came back putting on a rubber glove, and making it snap. She saw his eyes flare, so she did it again.
“We’ll make a start tonight. My hands aren’t too big, so it won’t be uncomfortable, but you have your safe word.”
“Yes, Mistress, it’s ‘red.’”
“Use it if you need to. We can add ‘yellow,’ if you want to pause a moment, okay?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he said as Catriona began.
She knew the lube was cold, but it would soon warm up, and the more lube the better. She intended to give him pleasure such as he’d never known before. She started by inserting one finger in his rear hole, and stretching him, then she took it out, and in went two to stretch even further. She continued to apply lube. His muscles resisted her at first, but as the bite of pain became pleasurable, he relaxed and she was able to get three fingers inside him and massage his prostate, and he gasped as she did. The dumbfounded expression on his face was all she had hoped for. He had not expected that, and as she massaged more firmly, he writhed and moaned and gasped out his appreciation.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before!” he managed to say.
“This is only three fingers, Angel, just wait until my fist is in you, fucking you. It will be incredible, I promise!”
She continued to massage him for a while longer, enjoying the power of giving such pleasure to the man she loved. That thought hit her, and she realised it was true. She did love him and only him and wanted nothing so much as to be with him for the rest of her life.
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