by Unknown
Alex used his key to open the door to their apartment, then stepped aside to let Sasha enter first. She stepped into the dark, intending to turn on the hallway light, but Alex closed the front door before she could reach it. She felt his hand close around the back of her neck, stopping her forward movement. She stumbled, and his other arm wrapped around her waist and caught her. She felt his hot breath as he began to speak, close and low, into her ear.
“Maybe I haven’t been making myself clear,” Alex said. “I let you go because I trust you to come back. Men like me don’t give away things they’re unsure of. But maybe you haven’t understood my confidence in you.”
“I…” Sasha started to speak, but Alex’s hand tightened behind her neck, and she stopped. He rubbed his five o’clock shadow against her throat then continued.
“I can see now that I made a mistake,” he said. “You don’t need your freedom, do you? You need to know you’re wanted. You need to know you’re loved.”
Sasha felt her legs go weak. She leaned on Alex, and he held her weight. There were no windows in their front hall. She opened and closed her eyes to the same solid black.
“I’ll be clear from here on out. You’re mine. I own you. I tell you to spend time with your friends because it gives me pleasure to do so. Because I like you missing me, and I like it when you come home with new stories from your friends and your world to entertain me. I expect you to stay independent and entertaining to me. Do you understand?”
Sasha nodded.
“Because I have no interest in owning something weak and unchallenging, Sasha. I want you strong, and I want you to have your own interests.” Alex lowered his voice even more. “But you belong to me. Do you understand?”
Sasha nodded again.
“I’m not sure you do. Go into the living room. I’m going to show you.”
Alex released her, and she walked deeper into their apartment, less sure in her heels than she’d ever felt before, sensing his body just a few inches behind her with every step. She turned the corner, and their living room appeared before her, lit by the streetlamps shining through the windows. She hesitated at the doorway.
“The middle of the room will be fine.”
Sasha moved to the center of the room, and hesitated again.
“Face me.”
She did. Alex had his arms crossed, but his body language didn’t seem closed off. There was a trace of a smile dancing around his lips.
“It really is a lovely dress you’re wearing,” he said. “Take it off.”
Sasha blinked then did as she was told. A pile of green silk quickly landed in a puddle around her feet.
“And matching underwear, too. Lovely.” Alex stepped forward and ran a hand along her side, like he was calming a skittish horse. “But I want you, not some fancy outfit. Take them off as well, if you please.”
The courtesy of his phrasing somehow made the words even less of a request, more of a command. She unhooked her bra and let it fall. She slid down her panties and stepped out of them, then nudged the clothing away from herself with one foot, so she wouldn’t trip on the fabric. Sasha looked down at her high heels and back up at Alex.
“Shoes, too?”
He chuckled. “Let’s not go nuts.”
Sasha stood in front of her husband, naked except for three-inch black leather heels. He was close enough to touch, close enough that she could grasp him with both arms and cling to him for reassurance, but she didn’t dare. She held still as he watched her, his eyes roaming over her body, finally meeting her eyes.
“Good girl,” he said.
She shivered.
“Oh,” Alex said. “I see. Let’s warm you up.” He knelt down in front of her, reached for her hip and kissed her.
Sasha had never really liked anyone, even Alex, going down on her. It made her self-conscious. Without thinking, she stepped back.
Alex stood up faster than she realized was possible, grabbed her upper arm and yanked her body back toward his own.
“See?” he said, pressing against her. “This is what I’m talking about. I’m not doing this for you. This is what I want.” He took her other arm in his hand as well and started walking forward, forcing her to walk back. Each time she took a misstep in her heels, his arms supported her. “You belong to me. All of you. I don’t care if this makes you nervous, I don’t care if you don’t understand how beautiful and delicious I find you.” Sasha took a final step backward and felt the fabric of their couch against the backs of her legs. “Now lie down, spread your legs and give it over.”
Sasha felt the heat and moisture building between her legs. She did as instructed.
“Better,” Alex said. He knelt again between her legs, lifting one up onto the back of the couch, knocking the other so her calf hung over the edge and her shoe rested on the floor. She felt his breath and then his tongue on her lips and clit, and she moaned.
“Behave yourself or I’ll tie you down,” he murmured, and went back to work, alternately licking, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive flesh. She tried to stay quiet for him, but soon enough was moaning in a different way. Her self-consciousness was gone. He wasn’t doing it because he thought he had to. He wasn’t trying to impress her; he was trying to devour her. His tongue slid all the way inside her, then out again to investigate her folds. She had no obligations other than to be his toy, and this knowledge changed the entire experience for her. She felt the couch getting wetter and wetter beneath her and knew that it wasn’t his saliva that was the culprit. She moaned again and started thrusting her hips into his mouth. When her legs started to quiver, he stopped.
“Not yet,” he said. He stood and backed up a few steps. “Kneel.”
Sasha pulled herself off the couch and sank to the carpet in front of him. Her head was level with the bulge in his pants.
“Take it out.”
Sasha unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly and lowered his pants just enough to release his cock.
“Suck me,” he said. “No hands.”
Sasha gently closed her mouth over the head of his cock and began working up and down the shaft.
“Suck harder,” he said. “Not faster, just harder. That’s it. Let it almost come out of your mouth, then take as much as you can.”
Sasha tried to oblige, but after only a few strokes, she let him slide out of her mouth altogether. She reached up to put him back, and Alex caught her wrists.
“That’s too bad,” he said. He sounded amused. “I said no hands.” Sasha opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could get a word out. “I believe I also said that if you didn’t behave, I’d tie you down.”
Still holding her wrists in one hand, he stripped his belt out of the loops on his pants with the other. He bent down and placed the belt against her lips.
“Hold this.”
Sasha looked into her husband’s eyes. What she saw made her open her mouth, then close it obediently over the leather.
“Good girl,” he said again, and she knelt up straighter for him. He put her hands behind her back then held out his free hand for the belt again. She bent her head down and dropped it into his palm. He leaned over her and tied her hands behind her back with the belt, sliding it through the buckle until it was tight on her wrists, then looping the excess leather through the center and closing her hands over her own restraint to hold it in place. The tail of the leather hung down along the crack of her ass and on her ankles before coming to rest on the floor.
“Very nice.” Alex tilted his head near hers and smiled gently. “Your nipples tightened up again. It’s so obvious that you like this, I can’t imagine why I didn’t do it before.” He straightened up, and his cock was in her face again. “Try again.”
Sasha did. She sucked with the strength and speed Alex demanded, and she bobbed her head to chase after his cock, regaining her suction as quickly as possible each time after he slid from her mouth. She felt the roof of her mouth pressing down tight on him, and reveled in the noise
s her throat made as it grasped and released him. Alex reached for the back of her neck, slid his hand up into her hair, then closed his fist on a huge handful of her mane. Sliding out was no longer a risk as he pumped her head up and down his shaft, steady, strong and fast, until he moaned himself and came, holding her tight and still with his cock deep in her mouth, shooting down her throat as she struggled to swallow and suck and breathe all at once. Slowly his grip on her hair lessened, and she withdrew.
“That,” Alex said, “was perfect.” He tucked himself back into his clothing, refastened his pants, then hooked his hands under her arms and stood her up. Then he spun her around and released her wrists from his belt. “But we’re not done. I believe,” he continued, as she turned back to him, “that you were interrupted earlier.” He gave her a little push, and she landed on the couch with a bounce. “It’s your birthday, so I’m going to make it easy for you.” He pressed her shoulders down onto the cushions and spread her wide apart. Then he took her hand and placed it between her legs.
“Show me,” he said. He undid his tie and wrapped it over her eyes, plunging her into blackness again. “Let me know when you get close.”
She couldn’t remember ever being so wet before. Her finger circled her clit, and it barely qualified as friction. She began using her whole hand, and soon the feel of Alex’s fingers on her nipples and his breath on her thigh pushed her over the edge.
Sasha gasped. “Now,” she said. “Now.”
Alex bent to her clit and drew her into his mouth. His tongue was her world as she came.
The next day, Alex came home with another package wrapped in birthday-patterned foil. Sasha opened it and found a thin, soft, black leather collar with a small ring in the front. Her eyes widened.
“Where did you get this?”
“Never mind,” Alex said. “I got it, and that’s enough.” He took the collar out of her hands and showed her the metal loop built into the buckle. Then he pulled her into the bathroom and in front of the sink so she faced the mirror. He stood behind her, and she watched while he fastened the collar around her neck.
“The buckle can be locked,” he said, “but for now I’ll trust you to wear it when I tell you to. You’ll take Lucy to the opera this Saturday, not Jesse. And you’ll wear this all evening until you get home. You can put it on yourself, but I’m the only one allowed to take it off. And next time, you’re going to need to ask permission to come. Do you understand?”
Sasha nodded. She felt the heat growing between her legs again as she leaned back against her husband and raised one hand to stroke the leather and hook a finger into the collar’s ring. She smiled, wondering if Alex had already bought a leash to clip on to her collar, and wondering how exactly she was going to conceal the collar from—or explain it to—her friend Lucy.
UNDER DIRECTION
Teresa Noelle Roberts
The package was hefty for its size, and oddly shaped, wrapped in sleek, dark-red paper neatly enough that I suspected Luke hadn’t done it himself. “I brought you a present,” Luke said. “Actually it’s more I bought myself a present for you to use.”
The wording, and the fact it wasn’t near my birthday or any holiday, made me suspect a sex toy, or lingerie, or some other bit of erotically charged fun. I made quick work of that pretty wrapping.
But this toy wasn’t anything I expected.
“A Feeldoe?” I raised one eyebrow at the alarmingly turquoise contraption: two conjoined faux-cocks, one end to insert into me and the other, obviously, for someone else to enjoy. Turquoise is my favorite color, and it certainly looked like it would be fun in the right, meaning female, company, but I wasn’t seeing any immediate application. “Who’s the lucky lady you imagine me using this with?” We were basically monogamous, but we’d never ruled out the possibility of adventure if the right opportunity arose. Maybe this was Luke’s not-too-subtle way of saying he’d found what might be the right opportunity. “Or is it more flexible than it looks? I’ll try anything once.”
Luke smiled one of those smiles that always wiped out some of my fears while firing up a new crop, much more fun than the originals. I felt a stirring in my groin. “No, girl. You’ll be using it on me.”
It was not couched as a request. Luke was using his dom voice, which was way more Barry White than his normal intonation and had a Pavlovian effect on me.
My stomach flip-flopped, and my heart fluttered in a funny way. So did my pussy, but the little jolt of arousal at the unexpected order was squelched by a wave of mixed feelings. “Wait a minute,” I said, thinking maybe I was missing something important, like Luke was joking but I didn’t quite get the joke. “Did you say what I thought you said? That you want me to use that thing on you?”
His naughty grin broadened and he got that look that said he knew he was pushing me and it was making him hard to see me squirm. “You’re going to fuck me up the ass. How do you like that?”
My heart had gone from fluttering to outright thumping, and the butterflies in my stomach had turned all Cirque du Soleil and were doing backflips, launching off my spleen. Words swirled in my head: hot…scary…what the fuck…I can’t…hot…wrong… but I couldn’t make them into anything like a coherent answer.
Luke stepped behind me; his big, muscular body pressed close to mine; his hardening cock jutting against my ass. His voice dropped to a low, menacing whisper that thrilled through my clit, even while my mind was swimming in a well-known river in Egypt. “Answer me, girl.” He wrapped his arm suddenly around my throat, pressing just enough to create an illusion of danger that my hindbrain didn’t realize was just an illusion. I felt myself melting, in the thrall of his dominance, but it didn’t help me answer his insistent whisper, “How do you like the idea of fucking me up the ass?” If anything, the hormonal haze made my thoughts more scrambled.
I had to say something. He’d demanded an answer, and with him in this mood, I couldn’t disobey without consequences. (The consequences wouldn’t be bad, might even be fun, but I hated knowing I’d merited a “punishment,” however mild.)
I forced the word salad in my head into something that was at least a sentence, if not a coherent one. “I can’t do that!” I squeaked. “It wouldn’t be right.”
“Why not?” Not a trace of Barry White there. The last time I’d heard Luke use that hyper-reasonable voice, he’d heard someone say the president was a vampire and was trying to figure out if the speaker was rhetorically challenged or just bat-shit crazy. Still, his hard cock pressed against me, the warmth of his body surrounded me and he still had his arm across my throat, so it was kind of a mixed message.
The reason why not seemed obvious to me, but he wanted me to spell it out, so I did. “Because you’re a dom! Subs get ass-fucked, not doms.” My logic felt unassailable as long as it was in my head, but once I said it out loud, I wasn’t so sure.
“That’s greedy.” He eased up on my throat and moved so he could look into my eyes and pull me close. “Why should subs have all the fun?”
I blinked. “I’m not supposed to do things like that to you. Demeaning things. Controlling things.”
Luke laughed and kissed my forehead. “Is it demeaning when I do it to you? I always thought you liked it. If you’re just going along with it because you know I enjoy it and you’re a good girl…well, I should know that. It can be fun to push you sometimes, but I want to know I’m doing it.”
I think I sputtered. “It doesn’t feel demeaning with you, not unless you’re playing the naughty-little-slut game, and then it’s a game and it’s hot. And I definitely like it. It makes me feel like a bad girl in a great way, and I come really hard from it.”
“Not so different from why I like it.”
“But it feels so controlling when you do it to me.”
He laughed. “That’s because I’m me and you’re you. You love to be controlled in bed, and I love controlling you.” His voice dropped back to the panty-drenching Barry White register. “Which is why I’ll be
guiding you every step of the way when you fuck me—as a service to your dom.”
I melted at that. I whimpered. “I’m scared,” I whimpered, my voice very small. “I’ve never done it before.”
“I have,” he said, “and I’ll tell you what to do.” He pulled me close and stroked my hair as I trembled with a combination of relief and outrageous need.
When the time came, it still seemed wrong to see Luke ass-up on the bed, his knees drawn up under him. I could imagine him as a great cat crouching, preparing to spring. I wanted to imagine him preparing to spring, to leap on me and take me down hard, to bring this night back to a place where I was comfortable—to a place where I might be hurt, might be embarrassed, might be entirely out of my own control and under Luke’s, but where I never felt any sense of doubt about the rightness of what I was doing. I’d always been more comfortable bottoming, but with Luke, in the face of Luke’s dominance, the preference for yielding had become a need.
Now he wanted me to fuck him with a dildo, to do something that had always seemed very take-charge during my experimenting-with-women phase back in college. I was shaking as I knelt behind him on the bed. “I’m scared,” I said. “I don’t think I can do this. I know I don’t want to do it.”
“I can smell your arousal from here,” Luke said.
“It must be from before.” We’d spent a long time kissing and cuddling, to get me relaxed enough to try this. That must be why I was aroused, not from the idea of fucking my dom in the ass. I knew some women liked that sort of thing, but it had always been alien to my fantasy life.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Slide your fingers into your pussy.”
The order jolted through me. I obeyed, even though I expected dryness, resistance. Instead I slid into slick, gripping heat and let out a hiss of surprise and pleasure.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?”
“Drenched,” I admitted in a small voice. My touch had made me aware my cunt was wet and swollen, but still it seemed to be happening to a different woman in another country. My brain was in such a tangle that I could barely let myself feel the arousal. “I don’t know why.”