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Contents
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Also By Jessica Lansdown
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
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Ménage a Mix
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Lessons in Submission
The A to Z of Fantasy
Chapter One –The Gift
It was the third time that they had met; a third date and each time seemed to pull them a little closer than the last. There was no doubt that there was a connection between them; a real spark, but for now it was all tease and flirt - lots of talk and a considerable amount of innuendo but nothing more.
She had known from their first meeting that she liked him. Michael was so smooth. He knew exactly how to handle himself; confident but not too arrogant, intelligent but not too ‘know it all’ and certainly not dull like some of the others had been. He was interested in what she had to say and asked lots of surface questions; he listened to her answers as if he cared what she said. Michael simply wasn’t like most men she had known, he pushed her boundaries and that, at least partly, was the excitement that she had been looking for.
‘Hello Michael,’ she said, ‘so nice to see you again, thanks for your messages by the way. Have you been here long?’
‘Hey Gabriella, good to see you too,’ he said, standing up to greet her. ‘I’ve been here for about ten minutes. I wanted to get here early so I could watch you as you walked in, you move so well, but I guess you know that.’
She smiled broadly. He had a knack of making her feel good. His comments made her feel that he liked her - wanted her and she loved that feeling.
‘That’s nice of you to say, thank you,’ she said, acting a little coyly.
He organised some drinks and as they sat together she couldn’t help but notice his broad shoulders and muscular arms as they brushed up against her when he sat down. She tried to look away and focus on something else but her eyes drifted down his body and she wondered what he might be capable of.
‘Stop it,’ she told herself ‘think about something else.’
‘I’ve been trying to think about when we met last,’ she said seriously, ‘a couple of weeks ago was it?’
‘I think that sounds about right,’ he replied.
The last time they had met they had both seemed to know that it was a good idea to park in the corner of the dark car park and, when he leaned in to kiss her good night, they had connected with such passion. He had moved her hair and kissed her neck and... ‘Oh God, too soon, too soon,’ she thought as she began to quiver in his arms and she felt the dampness gather in her sex.
He pulled her body in tightly to his so that there could be no doubt that he was aroused – she could feel his erection through his trousers, his passion increasing as he felt her reaction and her response to him.
His hands went up under her skirt and he felt for her panties and stroked her naked buttocks above her stocking tops as she ground her hips into his body, feeling his hardness before pulling away breathlessly.
‘Come and sit in my car,’ he said. ‘Christ I want you. I want to touch you, kiss you and I want all of you, please.’
She moved back and putting a little distance between them, ‘I can’t,’ she said, ‘I have to go, thanks for a lovely evening, goodnight,’ and she turned and walked the few steps to into her car and she started the engine.
He looked over at her with heat and desire written clearly on his face. God help her, she felt it too, it was so hard to walk away. She opened the driver’s side window, ‘I don’t do it in cars,’ she said, feeling that she had to explain herself. ‘You will have to do a lot better than that.’
‘And If I do a lot better than that Gabriella, will you give yourself to me, will you give in?’ he asked passionately.
‘We’ll see,’ she said, ‘see you next time,’ and she blew him a kiss and drove away.
Holy shit, he was rock hard for her, she was such a fucking tease.
The next day she had sent him a text.....
I didn’t take you for someone that gave up so easily! G. X
He had laughed out loud when he read it and sent her a reply straight back.
Fucker! You have no idea what’s coming do you? I’m going to seduce you right into my bed; you won’t know what hit you.
And now she was here with him again. Michael had known almost immediately that very first time they had met that he had to have her. She was sexy, alluring, tempting and now almost every time he thought about her any time of the day or night it made him hard and he knew that once would simply not be enough. She had started a fire in him and he knew it burned in her too, but she had these stupid rules about cars and not being too risqué in public - it drove him crazy.
So after many emails and texts, Michael had told her in the strongest terms that it was time for them to meet again. Some men were frightened to make the first move, perhaps they were reluctant to show their interest or maybe they feared their advances would be rejected- but not Michael. He didn’t hesitate - was sure of himself and anyway, he wanted her and he wouldn’t wait.
For Gabriella, he was just so damned hot and the things he said just ignited a passion in her. She fought to control her body and its reaction to him, causing a small shiver to run through her when she thought about him but she couldn’t and wouldn’t make it too easy for him. She was no push over and he would have to do a whole lot better than car sex if he wanted her. But she had decided to meet him again – she loved their banter and their flirting and she absolutely longed for him to see through her, but she could only hint at what she wanted; he would have to make the running and make it happen.
They talked, they laughed and continued to flirt outrageously and it was obvious they had something going on. He was intelligent, friendly, playful even, careful to talk about everyday things like travel and music but, wherever possible, he always seemed to bring the conversation back to sex. But, if he went on too long without some reference to fantasy or seduction, she knew that she had to get it back into the conversation and so there was always something new to discover about each other.
‘Do you like surprises?’ he suddenly asked her.
‘Oh God yes, I love surprises,’ she said, ‘as long as they are good surprises of course.’
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bsp; ‘And do you trust me?’ he asked.
‘Err,’ she hesitated, ‘in what respect?’
‘Just that, do you trust me? Do you trust me enough to know that I am not going to hurt you or do anything that you don’t want me to?’
‘Okay, this is sounding very ominous,’ she said, ‘what do you have in mind?’
‘If I told you it would spoil the surprise,’ he replied laughing.
‘Okay well give me a clue then,’ she persisted.
‘I want to take you to a place that I know. I think it’s perfect,’ he said.
‘Perfect for what,’ she said.
‘Perfect for your surprise of course,’ he said.
And now she laughed.
‘Come on, humour me, you know you want to,’ he said, ‘you know that you want me and hell woman you must know by now that I want you. So don’t worry, you trust me right? You’ll like it.
Wear something smart and sexy, you know dress to thrill. What am I saying, the way you dress always thrills me.’
They arranged to meet at The Jam, a small bistro now literally jammed packed with people drinking and talking. Michael was leaning on the bar but moved towards her as she arrived and pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. No one around them seemed to notice. Most of the tables were taken or had reserved signs on them, but he took her hand and steered her to a table near the back. A waitress came over immediately and set down a carafe of red wine and two glasses and lit the small candle in the centre of the table.
‘You look lovely,’ he said, pouring the wine, ‘I love your dress - does it button all the way down the front?’
‘Thanks, yes it does,’ she said, ‘and you look pretty good yourself. I do like a man in a proper shirt, just looks like he’s thought about it you know?’ she said.
‘Yes, I know what you mean,’ he said, ‘I’m so glad that you could come. This isn’t the club by the way; Felina’s is across the street, down an alley, more or less hidden unless you know where it is and how to gain access. I wanted to meet you first so that we could have some wine and I could give you this small gift because I’d like you to open it before we get in there.’
‘What is it?' she asked.
‘It’s your first surprise,’ he said and he handed her the small package.
As she opened it, her eyes widened in surprise.
‘Okay, let me explain,’ he said.
Chapter Two – Felina’s
The colours on the walls and fabrics were confined to tasteful designs in deep red or black which somehow added to the exclusive feel of the place, now dark and hot with loud music throbbing to a beat like a tribal sexual call.
Felina‘s was an elitist club that pushed all the boundaries, allowing its clientele the space and the atmosphere to do just as they pleased, provided that their actions were ‘not too overt and did not under any circumstances disturb anyone else’. So it was a pretty wide remit although, through an unspoken edict, all guests knew that they had to stay within the realms of decency in the public areas at least - but there was no mistaking the sexual undercurrent that seemed to permeate at every level.
It was a fairly large space with a long bar and seating with tables of various shapes and styles were scattered around the place. Small glass cubes containing chairs and tables were set back in the darkness and other tables surrounded by plush horseshoe shaped seating areas were positioned around one edge - heavy curtains could be pulled across these areas for the kind of privacy that meant ‘do not disturb.’
The music and the darkness along with the overt sexuality of the place was simply provocative and those people fortunate enough to know of its existence came to the club for the thrill. Tonight, most of the cubes were occupied and many sets of curtains were already drawn over the private tables, leaving any curious onlookers or even would be voyeurs to wonder at what might be happening on the other side.
The dance floor was packed with dancers; their bodies writhed and moved in time to the sensuality of the beat. Michael and Gabriella had both consumed some alcohol which, together with the music and the atmosphere, made them both feel a little hot and really good. As they swayed to the music, Michael, dressed in tight black jeans and a black shirt, almost moulded into the darkness whilst the pearly skin of his female partner, Gabriella, seemed to flash as she rubbed herself against him like a hungry cat.
His hands came around her to the mounds of her backside and he pulled her to him. He licked her neck seductively and whispered, ‘Give it to me; I want to drive you crazy.’
She laughed and danced away from him and although he couldn’t really hear over the noise of the music, he could feel her excitement. She took a few steps forward and leaned in to him conspiratorially and spoke loudly in his ear.
‘No, I dare not,’ she said, ‘that will give you too much power and I can’t allow that,’ and she danced away again.
Clearly that was the wrong answer as Michael grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor to the dark end of the bar where the music was more muted and they could talk. They stood in a quiet spot and he ordered some drinks and once they were served he said...
‘So you’re telling me that you don’t want me to have too much control? Woman, it’s too late for you to make that choice. I already have the power and you know that.’ His eyes flashed in mock anger ‘I’m going to be that bastard that you are always saying that I am. I plan to take full advantage of you tonight and take you to the edge and fuck you senseless but it will be when I’m ready and not necessarily when you are ready.’
He hesitated for a moment as if thinking, ‘Mmm... Although if you beg....’ He let his words trail off as he knew that would wind her up and he just couldn’t help smiling.
‘Fucker,’ she said.
He loved this game they played, it was a power play - they both knew that. She could and did tease him mercilessly with her body, with her kisses, the way she talked to him, the things that she threatened to do; hell she kept him wondering. But then he was a match for her and he told her so. He wanted to pin her down and lick and stroke her, pull her around, make her spread her legs wide for him, control her.
Hot flames of desire burned between them, always just under the surface, ready and waiting to break into a full blown fire at the slightest provocation; a look, a touch, a kiss - yes they were well matched.
But now, before she could say another word, his mouth went to hers and he claimed her with a slow sensual kiss, cupping her ass with his hands again as his tongue pushed inside her mouth and she leaned into him, completely caught up by the passion that raged between them.
‘You do know what’s coming don’t you? Now give it to me,’ he demanded and he held out his hand, waiting for the small remote control that he had foolishly allowed her to have earlier.
She rummaged around in her bag and handed him the small oblong object which he quickly took from her, feeling for the two shallow switches barely visible in the darkness.
‘Are you going to be good?’ he asked laughing.
‘But you prefer me bad,’ she replied with a pout.
‘Are you going to behave then - do as you are told?’ he asked.
‘I might, but I can’t promise,’ she said, still pouting and their eyes locked together.
Without looking down he stroked his finger lightly over the little object and the woman moaned softly as she felt the hum of the shallow vibrations beginning in her sex.
‘I hope you realise that this remote control has more than one speed setting and I can make it go faster so that the vibrator inside you can go slowly or very fast at my whim – so you are mine now - your pussy is mine, your body is mine. Understand?’
She said nothing.
‘Say it,’ he demanded
‘Yes, yes, I’m yours,’ she moaned.
Can you feel it, does it feel good?’
He looked at her face and saw the pleasure that he was creating and he loved it – his cock suddenly grew even harder - God
he wanted to fuck this women - she had been teasing him all night, flashing her breasts, rubbing his cock, stroking his arse and then moving away. Fucker
He had bought her this remote control vibrator, giving it to her earlier and he suggested that she use it whilst they were in this club. It was such a turn on knowing that she had it in her juicy pussy but he had foolishly given her the controller - now though, he had it back in his hands and he had her, she was his.
She closed her eyes and moved her hands to the bar to steady herself - the vibrations felt so good and just added to the arousal that already coursed through her veins.
‘Open your eyes, I want to tell you something,’ he said.
‘Okay,’ she said, a little breathlessly, ‘what is it? Tell me,’
‘I want you to get ready,’ he said ‘because soon, I’m going to turn this little wonder on to the highest setting and whilst its buzzing inside you, I’m going to lick and suck your clit until you scream and If you are good, I might let you come.’ He paused for a moment to let his words sink in, and she groaned.
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