by Aoide, Arden
Once the door was shut, Dahlia felt an anxiousness wash over her. She had plans. Filthy plans. And she wasn't sure how she was going to pull them off with Alex looking at her as if he hadn't eaten. Luckily, she was able to distract with gossip.
“I've never seen Nick smile at anyone like that. Ever.” She walked back to the table and started to tidy it up.
“Your asexual ex and my asexual sister making eyes and smiling at each other. It was strange to watch it unfold.” Alex put the leftovers away while Dahlia started the dishes. He really didn't want to talk about Nick or Miranda when he had a ring burning a hole in his pocket. He was also getting aroused watching her at his sink washing the dishes, but he wasn't about to say that one out loud. He walked over to dry, and his arousal grew sharper and he laughed inwardly wondering how common a housewife fetish was. He wasn't going to ask that out loud either. He decided to be good for now, since he planned on using the paddle on her tonight. He would put in a movie and let her relax for a bit.
After a good bit of laughing from Dahlia, they sat down together and watched Star Wars: A New Hope. Alex was surprised he was able to behave himself for so long. As the credits began to roll, Dahlia was about to excuse herself for the bathroom, when Alex's phone rang. She heard him ask a series of computer questions and she stood, hoping this phone call would last a bit. As she walked to the bathroom, she heard a loud sigh. She turned her head around.
“I'm sorry. Miranda's computer just did...something. I've got to go recover a file. I shouldn't be more than a few minutes,” Alex said apologetically.
Dahlia smiled as he walked over to kiss her. “It's okay.” She bit his bottom lip as he pulled away. “I'll try not to pine.”
He moaned and pressed against her, letting her feel what had been pretty constant since she'd come into his life. “You could pine a little bit.”
She laughed and pushed him away. “It will be more than a little bit.”
With great restraint, he walked to the door. “I love you.”
Dahlia laughed again. “And I love you.”
With an obstinate glare, he left, and Dahlia ran for the bathroom. She didn't know how much time she had. She wished she would have had an opportunity to practice putting it in and wearing it, but there was no time to stress about it now. She pulled out the harmless bit of silicone from her bag and the small bottle of lubricant. She took off her dress, laying it neatly on the counter, and pulled her panties down. She opened the small bottle and put a few drops onto her fingertips. She raised a foot onto the bathtub and reached under, applying as much lubricant as she could without too much of a mess. She grabbed the butt plug and coated the bulb evenly and tried ineffectually to put it inside her, because the lubricant made it difficult. She huffed out an annoyed breath, and pressed harder. The sudden insertion was quite a shock. She calmed her breathing and walked back and forth in the bathroom until she didn't feel the sudden urge to pull it out.
She pulled her panties back up and went to her bag to pull out the scarf and she remembered the dildo. It was one she'd had for a while. It was dark blue and about six and a half inches. She pulled it out as well. She tied the scarf around her eyes and pulled it up so she could see and left the bathroom. She put the dildo on the nightstand and she climbed up onto the bed and crawled to the middle. She folded her legs underneath her, pushed the scarf down over her eyes, and sat patiently for long moments. Just when nerves were about to completely take over, she heard the door down the hall shut. She couldn't breathe.
When Alex walked in the door and saw Dahlia upon their bed, eyes covered, and nipples visible beneath her sheer black bra, he was rendered motionless and speechless. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He took in the beauty of her submission and after a minute of gazing at her, he walked purposefully to his closet to get the paddle. It was a smaller paddle with dark wood and it was fairly thick. He had no experience with it, so he was going to have to be extra cautious.
His hands shook as he walked to the bed. He decided he was going to pull her across his lap. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans hurriedly. He remembered the ring at the last minute and bent down to fish it out of his pocket. He went to place it in a drawer by the bed, and saw the dildo. He smirked. His shirt was off a half second later. He hadn't bothered with underwear.
He crawled onto the bed and ran his hand down her back. “You are the most beautiful thing...” Alex whispered. “Turn around and come here. I want you across my lap.” He led her to his lap. As she moved her body down across his lap, he saw it. She was magnificent. “Oh Dahlia...” He began impatiently pulling her panties from her hips. “This is highly indecent. I'm going to have to punish you.” He tried to fake a voice of authority, but the anticipation came through very clearly. He was too distracted by her bottom. He moved the plug around in a circle, loving the way she squirmed on his lap. He pulled it out until he saw the thickest part of the bulb, then pushed it back in. He fucked her this way for a bit, then reached over for the dildo, so that he'd have it closer. His brain was filled with so many vulgarities that he felt he would short circuit.
He brought the paddle down five times in quick succession, doing his best to avoid the butt plug. He didn't allow her to recover from that onslaught as he gently tapped the plug as she moved her hips back and forth as she moaned.
He smacked her two times more slowly, but quite a bit harder causing her to cry out. He did it two more times, just as hard, and then soothed her with his hand as she shook.
Her bottom was red. It skipped the pink altogether. “You're doing very well,” he murmured, and thought he might try something. He picked up the dildo and wasted no time, pushing it into her as far as it would go. He knew she would be wet. She always was. He fucked her deeply for a moment, then came down quickly with the paddle, using most of his strength. He saw a bit of blueness among the red and decided he was nearly done. He pulled out the dildo, and pummeled the butt plug with lighter swats for several minutes. He ended with three very hard smacks, with a shriek coming from Dahlia on the last one.
He brought his lips to her bottom and kissed her several times, murmuring his pleasure and allowing her tears to subside. He pulled off his glasses and put them on his nightstand. He was so hard, but he was going to actually try to practice some self-control. He maneuvered her until she was on her back and he rolled on top of her. He sucked a nipple in his mouth through the material of her bra and kissed his way down to her pussy. He grabbed the dildo and moved her thigh over his shoulder and it took her seconds to come once he'd established a rhythm with the dildo and his mouth had barely touched her clitoris.
He wanted inside her. Ever since she said that she'd wanted to be fucked with him and the dildo, it's all he could think about. He'd never even thought to do that with anyone and he loved how dirty her mind and mouth were. He sat back on his haunches and pushed her knees up. He briefly got distracted by her ass. He was going to fuck her there. She was clearly asking for it and he was done being nice about it. He pulled her butt plug all the way out, causing Dahlia to arch her back and gasp, then he pressed it back into her quickly and roughly. God, he was so going to fuck her.
He pressed the dildo in and slowly pushed in beside it. He felt her tense underneath him, but she didn't protest. Once the head was in, he paused briefly to catch his breath. It hurt just a little, but he craved the depravity of it. He pushed in a little more, then pulled back minutely. Dahlia moaned and Alex took that as a good sign. He pushed all the way in and rocked his hips. It felt amazing.
Dahlia was lost in a haze of pure sensation. She felt keenly every inch of him pushing inside her and she wanted to see his face, but didn't dare ask. She groaned in encouragement instead, and wantonly spread her legs. She felt the heel of his palm against her clitoris.
Alex pressed his hand against her to distract her from the fucking he wanted to give her. He pressed against her rapidly and began increasing his strokes inside her. He pulled halfw
ay out and slammed back in numerous times until he felt her squeezing his cock. His orgasm rushed through him and he blacked-out momentarily.
He opened his eyes some moments later, still hard and inside her, while she ran her fingers through his hair. His face was against her collarbone. “Oh Jesus, I'm sorry. How long have I been out?”
She chuckled. “Only about a minute.” She continued playing with his hair.
He pulled out the dildo slowly and she tensed up. “Sorry,” he said. He pulled the damp scarf from her eyes and kissed them. “Are you sore?”
“All over,” she sighed happily. “I'm hoping to be even more sore before the night is through.”
He rolled his hips. “You are...so perfect,” he finished and brought his mouth against her. He kissed her deeply, tongue desperately searching for anything he'd not tasted. He fucked her slowly.
She hummed in pleasure and met his thrusts. “Actually, I think I'm worn out. You're almost done, right?” Dahlia asked innocently.
He raised his head and shook his head at her teasing smile. He moved his hand down to her bottom and she hissed in pain. He squeezed causing her to tighten around him. His hand moved down to the plug and he stretched her rim. He stared into her eyes and pulled the butt plug out, flinging it to the side. He pulled out of her pussy and pushed inside of her ass slowly, not straying from her eyes. He wanted to see her every expression as he pushed into her. Once he was all the way in, he bent down to kiss her, just a small tease of his lips. He moved his hips just slightly and moaned, closing his eyes. “I was going to take this slow, you know? Tease you over days and days with my mouth and fingers. But you fucked that all up. I was going to be so gentle and slow.” He pulled out until the head was only just in and grabbed the dildo. He pushed it inside her still soaked pussy and hoped it stayed. “I'm sorry,” he said brokenly and apologetically. “I'll come as fast as I can.”
He slammed into her ass and her body convulsed like an electrical current had moved through her. She wanted it exactly how he was giving it to her and she wanted him to know. She moved one hand down to keep the dildo inside her and one hand to her bottom, so she could open herself further for him.
“Fuck! Oh my God, look at you–” Alex didn't know he could fuck her harder, but he could, and he knew that he'd lied. He was going to make this last as long as possible. He pulled out and turned her over roughly. “Fuck yourself,” he said roughly. He pushed into her with one quick thrust. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back roughly. “Tell me you want this. Tell me this is where you want my cock.”
Dahlia didn't know where he began and she ended. She was drunk on his words and on his cock. “Yes. Want you just like this,” she said breathlessly. “Want to please you.” She was able to keep the dildo in all the way with her fingers and Alex's thrusts kept her filled deliciously.
“I think it's impossible for you not to,” he bit out. He opened and squeezed her bottom, knowing that she loved it and battered her until he realized that any control he had was gone. He knew he'd better come quick, because she was going to need to recover even if it didn't seem so. “Touch yourself. I want to feel you come,” he said, not slowing down. He felt his orgasm burning in his belly and was a little frightened by the sudden vertigo. He felt her tighten around him impossibly and he pushed in once, twice, then three times and he came. He didn't know when it stopped. He pulled out reluctantly because he didn't want to fall on her, and rolled over. He didn't move or open his eyes for many long moments. Before he passed out, he pushed his fingers against her cheek.
Dahlia gingerly pulled the dildo out and threw it to the side. She fell to her stomach. Everything hurt. Everything was perfect. She closed her eyes.
She awoke some time later with a warm cloth cleaning her. She was half embarrassed, but she didn't have the strength to move. She closed her eyes again.
The next time she awoke was when she felt fingers pressing a cool cream into her bottom. She made a pained sound. She felt lips press against her sore flesh and sighed. “What time is it?” Dahlia asked with a dry mouth.
“About nine,” was the whispered reply. She felt movement on the bed and saw Alex walking nude to the refrigerator. He poured a glass of tea and walked back over to her. She could see his face clearly now and he looked troubled. “Drink this,” he said as he sat down.
She pushed herself up and couldn't stop the wince. He looked away. She drank the tea quickly. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was. “What's wrong?” she asked. She didn't think she'd displeased him, but she felt a pang of fear regardless.
He looked at her miserably. “I went too far, I think. I was too rough. You're bruised.” He ran a hand gently down her bottom.
She was surprised at his regret. “I assumed I was going to bruise. I bruise very easily.” She put her hand on his face so he would look at her. “I loved every second of it. Every second. You've given me everything I've ever wanted and things that I didn't even know I wanted. Please don't regret it. Please,” she pleaded. She felt tears spring to her eyes.
His eyes stayed on her bottom for a little while longer and Dahlia noticed that he looked less stressed. He got a playful half-smile and dipped his finger and ran it over her hole, causing her to jump a bit. “How does this feel?” Alex asked, smiling mischievously.
“Very very sensitive,” she said automatically. She grew alarmed when she felt him mold himself to her back. She stiffened and he let out a little laugh before he moved to her other side. He faced her and looked at her worshipfully, scanning her features with his eyes.
“I love you,” she told him because she wanted him to know it, at that very second.
He lowered his eyes and gave her a tiny smile. She would have thought it an affectation had she not felt that she knew him so completely, even after knowing him such a short time. Relationships are funny that way, she thought. People can take their time and tiptoe around commitment because they don't want to be judged on promiscuity or they don't want to be hurt should things sour. People get their heart broken every day, and as far as Dahlia could tell, it didn't matter when the commitment was made.
“Did you want to sleep or watch a movie? Are you hungry?” Alex asked her, fingers dancing down her back.
“I could eat,” she said, realizing that they hadn't eaten in a while.
“So, dinner and movie, then bed?” Alex clarified.
“Dinner and movie, bath, then bed,” she corrected.
Alex nodded. “Are leftovers fine? And The Empire Strikes Back?”
Dahlia nodded and began to rise. Alex stood and helped her. “You go get the movie ready and I'll get our food.”
Dahlia nodded again and went to the bathroom first. She looked a fright. Hair askew and marks that she couldn't recall peppered along her chest. She turned and stood on her tiptoes. Oh, yes. She could see why Alex felt bad now. She didn't actually recall it hurting more than the flogger, but that could be because she wasn't as nervous with the paddle. She wasn't lying when she said she bruised easily, so that would be something that they would need to take into account for next time. She liked that he wasn't very experienced with the lifestyle. They would learn together.
She finished up in the bathroom and put on her chemise. Alex was still at the microwave, so she walked over to get their drinks, and to steal a kiss, then settled down on the sofa. She started the movie as soon as Alex sat with their plates.
Dahlia couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening. In fact, she couldn't think of a better way to spend her life.
The bath took place in a haze of fatigue, but Alex was especially attentive. Once she felt thoroughly relaxed and cleaned, she allowed him to help her to bed where the last thing she remembered was him draped across her back as she fell asleep. They hadn't bothered with clothes, which was probably for the best, thought Dahlia. She knew he'd be taking her first thing.
Alex couldn't sleep. Though Dahlia was safe from any nocturnal ravishment, she wasn't safe from Alex's scattered though
ts. He should have given her the ring. He hadn't forgotten, but it would have seemed too contrived during sex. Anytime after seemed more logical, but he'd been overcome by a sudden shyness that only proved that he'd been completely stripped bare, physically and emotionally. He was still in awe of her submission and the way she seemed to be learning along with him. As hard as it was for submissives to find someone to help mold and train them to the Dominant's specifications, it was equally hard for a Dom to find someone that doesn't mind a bit of a learning curve. He had visions of restraining Dahlia on a steel frame, suspended and blindfolded with her absolute trust. He shivered with all the possibilities, knowing that she'd allow him things because she understood, and because she knew that Alex wouldn't take her for granted. He knew that this wouldn't be a spontaneous activity in their life for the most part because of Callie, so they would make do for more deliberate activities, and that was best in Alex's opinion. He was still learning; they both were, and he wanted to methodically think over their extra-curricular activities. He didn't want to make the mistake of losing complete control. Of course, intuitive though she was, Dahlia could easily wear the scarf out like she had before, then he would get to punish her for extreme impertinence on the weekend, or better yet, he could...the possibilities were endless and deviant.
He sighed and extricated himself from behind Dahlia and went to the drawer to get the ring. He felt its comforting weight in his palm and he hoped–no–he knew that Dahlia would see what this meant. It wasn't just a marriage proposal, not to him. It was an invitation to be a part of the remarkable love that the men in his family have had for their brides for nearly one-hundred fifty years. He had a sudden pang of regret for not having a son, or any children, or not knowing if he'd ever have one. It wasn't a deal breaker obviously, as he wanted Dahlia regardless, but Miranda had no children either. It wasn't something he was going to dwell on.