by Aoide, Arden
Alex put the food on the hood of the car and turned Dahlia around to face him. She tilted her head upwards for his kiss, but instead she got his mouth against her ear. “Do you remember what I told you earlier on the sofa about what I needed sometimes?”
Dahlia nodded. “You mean the thing that’s supposed to only come occasionally, but you’ve felt it twice so far today?” She pressed against him. “Or is it three times, this rare thing?”
Alex kissed her on the mouth, and pulled her thigh up to his hip, dipping his fingers into her. She pulled at his belt. They heard laughter and Dahlia immediately put her leg down and groaned. Alex held her hips tightly and breathed harshly against her neck.
“Can you make it home? Do you need me to drive?” She waited a few moments for him to answer.
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice uneven. “I might have to have my meds adjusted.”
“And here I thought you just couldn’t get enough of me,” she joked.
“I can’t,” he said seriously. “I’ve never had it anything close to this bad.”
Dahlia was a little worried. “Should I be enabling you the way I am?”
“It’s not like drugs or alcohol,” he reassured. “I have a very compulsive personality. The Ritalin helps with that. I was on several things when I was younger, though. My feelings for you are the strongest I’ve ever felt.” He was still trembling just slightly. “It’s not just the sex. It’s everything to do with you.” His lips met hers again and he kissed her breathless.
“So, is it okay if I still say naughty things to you?” She asked tracing his erection through his pants.
“Oh, definitely,” he breathed.
“Can you make it back? I want to be fucked in the alley by my house. I want to be spread out on the hood of your car while you eat me. Take me home,” Dahlia said. “Besides you need to calm down a bit if you’re going to be taking a flogger to me later. Right?”
“Absolutely. You’re right. Christ, Dahlia.” He managed to get the door open and closed for her, he grabbed the food and made his way to his side. He put the food in the back and realized that he couldn’t sit, so he opened his pants and sat there with his cock out while he started the car. Before he reversed, Dahlia bent over and sucked him just a bit and he leaned back, heavily. He pulled her dress over her ass and squeezed it roughly before plunging his fingers inside her.
“You are incredible. Anyone could walk past here and see your pussy opened up. They can see me rubbing your wetness all over your lips and your ass.” He spread her wetness up to her hole and she moaned with a mouthful of his cock. “If you want to be fucked on the hood of my car, you’d better stop.” He felt his orgasm coming and he lifted her by her hair. Her mouth. Jesus. “Buckle up.”
He wouldn’t look at her as he sped them home. As soon as he was in the gate, he turned the car off and got out. His cock was still hard and hanging half out of his underwear. He walked quickly to her side and pulled her out and walked her to the hood of his car. He lifted her easily and pushed her back to her elbows. He spread her thighs and licked at her roughly, fucking her pussy with his tongue and teasing her clitoris with his thumb. Just when she was about to come on his face, he pulled his face up and grabbed her hips and impaled her with his cock. It was brutal. He yanked on her hips on each upward stroke and she couldn’t wait to see the bruises the next day.
Alex was vocalizing on each thrust and she was mesmerized by his loss of control. She did this to him. “Are you going to come?” He stuttered out. She nodded. She lifted up her dress, exposing her breasts, making him fuck her impossibly harder, and she finished the job he started. After a few long seconds of touching herself, she tightened around him, and he let out an agonizing moan as he emptied inside her.
He half fell on her and let out an incredulous laugh. “I just fucked you on my car. God.”
Dahlia smiled and thought about her poor dress, hoping that it wasn’t in too bad shape.
“Ready to go up?” Alex asked helping her off of the car. She marveled at how relaxed he was now. He tucked himself back into his pants as she smoothed her dress down.
She nodded and adjusted the scarf and he realized he needed to give her some instructions.
“When we go up, you have exactly five minutes to be naked, except for these.” He snapped the garter. “I want you blindfolded and on your hands and knees.”
She lowered her eyes and he knew that she would be obedient.
Dahlia remembered to text Nick at the last minute and she let him know that she was home and undefiled, well mostly, but she told him to get decent, so they could bring dessert. She’d had to remind Alex to take it out of the car.
Alex barely behaved himself up the elevator, but she was getting used to it. Once they got to Nick’s door, he opened it widely, dramatically showing off Christmas boxer shorts. Dahlia and Alex stared, horrified.
“Nice,” said Alex, handing him over his dessert.
“You didn’t do your laundry, did you? Wait, I asked you if you needed anything washed when I did a load the other day,” Dahlia nagged.
Nick was peering into the container, so he hadn’t paid attention to what Dahlia was saying. “Mmmmm...what?” He looked up at her.
“Not a thing, dear,” Dahlia said, shaking her head incredulously. “Enjoy your food.”
“Thanks,” he said smiling at them both, waving, eying the dessert in a way that Alex looked at her, and shutting the door.
“He’s about to go have sex with that pudding, isn’t he?” Alex chuckled.
Dahlia contemplated that. “That would explain a lot. I’m a shit cook. And he didn’t stare at my breasts once.” She might have pouted.
Alex wrapped his arms around her while she unlocked the door. “I’ll make sure to stare at them plenty. And I’ll probably do other things to them, and–”
They tumbled into the room, with Alex barely keeping them upright. They kissed and touched for long moments before he slowly unwrapped the scarf from her neck, and draped it over her shoulder. “You have five minutes, Dahlia. Go.” He stepped back and Dahlia thought he looked a little manic. “Don’t forget your safe word.”
Dahlia walked quickly to her room without looking back. She was trembling slightly. From fear or nerves, or a combination of both. She wished she were still aroused because she knew it would be easier. She didn’t have long, so she went to her bathroom and cleaned up. She wiped her eye make-up off and left the bathroom. She turned the lamp on and stripped. She left the garters and stockings on and crawled into the bed. She tied the silk securely around her eyes. She knelt down onto her forearms and waited until she could hear his footsteps. She would raise up to her hands, then.
Alex was completely on edge. He didn’t know how a woman could make him lose all control. She was absolute perfection last night, so much so that her ex showing up only rankled for a moment. When she’d misspoke to him at her desk, his half hard cock that he seemed to sport since she’d come into his life, became instantly erect. Then when she went to her knees on his command–God, he was going to torture her. He wouldn’t even let himself think about the sofa earlier. The dress and her increased confidence as she wore it–he was done for. And the blow jobs, and the car, he thought. She was sex personified. He shook his head and stood up to take off his clothes.
Fortunately, the fuck on his car helped him keep a clear head for what he was about to do. He walked down the hall and he opened the door. What he saw took his breath away. She was gifting her submission to him and it was the most humbling thing he’d ever experienced. He leaned on the door frame and stared at her for long moments. She was trembling ever so slightly and he pushed himself forward and remembered the flogger. He walked back out into the living area and found his backpack. He opened it and pulled it out. It was beautiful. Intricate leather braiding on the handle and numerous strands of rich brown leather. It was the milder of his two floggers. The other had many knotted strands of leather and he knew they’d need to build
up to that. This would provide a sting, but not one that would scare a beginner.
And at that moment he was glad that he’d never wanted to use it on anyone else. It would only touch Dahlia. He held it reverently and walked back into the room and shut the door.
The sight of her still brought him up short. He saw that she was shaking a little more, so he walked forward and placed his hand against her cheek. She pressed against him, then pulled back, unsure if that okay. “When I touch you, I want you to do what comes naturally unless I tell you otherwise.” She nuzzled his palm like a cat, her trembling subsiding.
He spoke softly and lovingly. “I want you to go down onto your forearms. You’ll be more comfortable.” He stroked her head as she went down and ran his hand down her spine toward her bottom. He wondered briefly how he wanted to do things, but then remembered that he’d already told her what was going to happen. “Do you remember what I said we were going to do?” Alex asked and waited five seconds.
“If I ask you a question, I want an answer without delay. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, voice surprisingly calm.
“Do you remember what I said we were going to do?” Alex asked again, calmly.
“Yes,” Dahlia replied quickly.
“What did I say?” Alex began to trail his fingers very softly over her bottom and hips, teasing her with the light strokes.
“That if I could take a lot,” her voice trembled slightly, “you would let me suck you, and if I could make you come with just my mouth and make you hard again, you would let me come. On your tongue,” Dahlia finished in a rush.
“Very good. Do you think that’s a good plan?” He was trying not to be distracted by her pussy, but it was so visible in this position, so he began to trace her with the handle of the flogger, dipping in her just slightly.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly.
“How much do you think you can take?” He pushed the handle in further. She wasn’t as wet as she usually was, but Alex figured that since she cleaned herself up, he’d have to start over. He was looking forward to it.
“Whatever pleases you.” She was surprised she got that out. He was fucking her a little more steady now.
He pulled the handle out abruptly, and brought the leather strands across her bottom quickly and harsher than he intended. She gasped loudly and arched her back. Pink bloomed rapidly on her skin. He did it again a few more times, a little bit slower and gentler, then twice again in rapid succession, just as hard as the first time. She reacted the same as the first one, but a bit of a vocalization on the last one. He didn't want to make her count because he preferred to go by the look of her backside. He thought that would be a more reliable indicator of when to stop unless a safe word was used. Dahlia’s bottom was pink, but there were no visible streaks, so he continued with the pattern of a few lighter ones and two hard ones.
She was vocalizing more and squirming a good amount. He carried on for several long moments before doing five decreasingly gentler ones, then ten increasingly harder ones. She had begun to beg and cry halfway through the hard ones, but never said the safe word. Then he dropped the flogger to the floor and immediately went to her, to comfort and to praise.
She had soaked the silk with her tears, and he was momentarily worried that she’d want him to leave, but when he climbed on the bed and his thigh brushed the side of her face, she sought it, rubbing against it. He was visibly relieved. “That was amazing, darling. I am so pleased. You did so well.” Alex murmured to her softly. He was bursting with pride and near tears himself. He felt free for the first time in his whole life.
Alex had given Dahlia all that she'd needed. The relief and catharsis she felt was her version of bliss. She lifted up her head and crawled up a bit until she was able to put her mouth over his cock. It was an awkward position because he was only sitting halfway on the bed, but she had remembered, and that brought even more relief to him, physically and emotionally. “Oh, very very pleased. Hold on, darling.” She pulled away and he climbed to the center of the bed and leaned back, spreading his legs, and guiding her forward. She put her mouth on him and sucked him to the root. He moaned encouragingly. She experimented with depth and speed and he marveled that she was so good at this already. He thrust a few times to hear her moan in pleasure. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was so eager to please. He finally gave into the desire to run his fingers through her hair and when he had both hands threaded in there, she moaned and started sucking him faster. As much as he was enjoying it, just her sheer enthusiasm made him not want to hold back anymore, though one day soon, he was going to let her suck him until her lips were raw. The thought of it made him grab her hair to serve as a warning of his eminent orgasm and to still her, so he could fuck her mouth as a little payback from earlier in the car. He thrust just a few times in her mouth until he pulled back just slightly– “Open your mouth,” he said suddenly and she complied. He stroked himself and watched his come fall on her tongue. It was gorgeous.
He pulled her up to her knees and held her against him and he kissed her. Her heavy breasts were pressed against him and had it not been for the reminder that he’d get to explore them later, he might have been more distracted. They had distracted him all evening.
He hoped that kisses could convey emotions because he had so many and wanted to tell her, but he was reluctant. He didn’t think she’d reject him, so he didn’t know why he hesitated. She’d trusted him implicitly tonight and it meant the world to him. It warmed him from the inside out, and he was pretty sure all the words he wanted to say would come.
As it was, he was barely holding some in. He took a deep gasping breath. “You are everything that I’ve always wished for,” he said pressing his mouth against her face. “I hope that I can be what you need. Always.”
A high-pitched sound came from the back of Dahlia’s throat and he kissed her mouth again, increasing the pressure. He grazed her bottom with his hand and felt the heat coming from her. She made a small pained noise. “I’ll kiss it better soon, my–darling.” He caught himself. He would tell her soon enough. “Make me hard again, Dahlia. With your mouth.”
She immediately assumed her previous position and used her tongue to find his half-erect cock. Within seconds, her mouth was full, and he knew that if he didn’t pull out now, he would stay there all night. He got another jolt of arousal when he realized that she’d let him, too. She would suck him happily.
He pulled her off reluctantly, but remembered that he was going to see her naked body spread out before him and that he would get to taste her again.
He turned her over and she hissed in pain, but he kissed her inner thigh to soothe her. He sat up and just looked his fill, cupping her breasts because he couldn’t resist. Her breasts were–no words could describe them, he thought. She was pale and they were heavy against his hands as he held them. Dahlia sucked in a breath as he pushed against her and laved every bit of them. He sucked gently at each pink nipple and ran his tongue under each breast, sucking flesh into his mouth whenever he felt like it. These were breasts that you just didn’t see anymore and they looked like they were right out of a voluptuous Renaissance painting. They were breathtaking.
He kissed his way down her stomach, stopping at her navel. He sucked at the skin there, leaving delightful little red marks. He heard Dahlia’s heavy breathing and looked up at her, eyes still covered and hands clinched at her sides. Alex knew that Dahlia would still be thinking like a submissive as long as her eyes were covered and at that moment, he wanted her to be equally involved.
He pushed himself up and covered her body again and while he kissed her, he smoothed the silk over her head. She blinked and cringed at the light, but he kissed her tear-stained red eyes, and she let out an indulgent sigh. She wrapped her arms around him and found his mouth and raised her legs around his hips.
He groaned. “You’re distracting me from my goal.”
“Sorry,” she said insincerely, kissing him a bit
more fiercely, and running her hands down his back. “What was that goal again?”
He knew that she didn’t care what his goal was, but that she wanted him to talk to her. He was learning that about her quickly, even though she’d said so before. There was nothing like watching her arousal unfold before him. “I’m gonna bury my face between your legs and you’re going to make a mess of me.” He started to make his way down, kissing what he could reach.
Dahlia moaned when he reached her pussy. He settled down between then, her reddened bottom resting against his shoulders, and his hands skimming her hips. He licked her slowly, ignoring her clitoris for now.
He sucked lightly on each lip and spread the evidence of her arousal every square inch he could reach. He fucked her lightly with his tongue for a while until her hips began to move and he felt her hands touch the top of him head. He pushed his tongue as deep as it could go and his nose bumped her clitoris. She jerked, dislodging him from his place.
He chided her gently. “If you want to come on my face, you have to be still.”
She nodded rapidly, but he went back to his teasing exploration. His tongue dipped down to her perineum and he remembered from earlier in the day that she never commented when he was talking about his loss of control and where he might want to fuck her. She’d also let him touch her there in the car. No woman had ever let him push his cock inside or even a finger, and while he didn’t want to scare Dahlia away, he thought he could probably get away with a little action.
He brought his hand from around her thigh and pushed it flat on the bed, allowing him to press his thumb to her, while he ran his tongue up and down her perineum, dipping down periodically. Dahlia went very still, so Alex knew that she was waiting and curious.
He moved his other hand and pressed that thigh upward, forcing her bottom to tilt higher. He dipped his tongue down and licked her with strong strokes making sure that his thumb wasn’t idle on her clitoris.