“And also, here's to calling women women, instead of girls, hoes, bitches, and sluts,” I add.
We clink our glasses together, take a sip of champagne, and share a quick laugh. Chad looks magnificent in this lighting. He looks incredible in any lighting, really. But between the moonlight and the dim lantern, every single one of his masculine features are more pronounced in the flickering light.
Chad takes a couple sandwiches and bags of chips out of the picnic basket. We're both really hungry and start eating immediately. He finishes his first sandwich and starts eating a second before I'm even half done with mine. We eat in silence, mostly. I'm really enjoying the atmosphere, watching the moonlight reflecting off the water, listening to the waves crash along the shore. It's a perfect night. A perfect second date.
I finish my sandwich just as Chad demolishes his third. The man can eat. I'm sure he has to eat a lot of calories and especially protein to maintain all that muscle mass. He pours us each another glass of champagne and we start talking. After moving the basket off the towel, Chad moves over so he's sitting right next to me. Our bodies are touching and he puts an arm around me, pulling me even closer to him. Our conversation starts out lightly with him asking me how I like the picnic. Before long, though, we start taking about much deeper things.
“So your dad left your mom?” I ask.
“No, she finally left him after he cheated on her for the hundredth time. I didn't understand it as a kid and it bothered me. She was always crying and complaining.”
“And once they divorced, who did you stay with?”
“I lived with my mom, mostly, but spent a couple days a week at my dad's, usually on the weekends. He always had a different woman over there every Friday and Saturday night. I remember the way he used to talk to them. It seemed so mean, but I understand it all now.”
“What do you mean by 'mean?'”
“Like, he'd always be telling them what to do, ordering them around. Keep in mind, these aren't girlfriends. They're women he just met. Dad was a controlling asshole. I didn't understand any of it at the time, but I hated it. I wanted his attention and love but all he did was yell at me and order me around.”
As I listen to Chad describe his father, my heart breaks. Everything becomes clear: why he was such a jerk in high school, why he treats women the way he does, and a million other things. It's not Chad's fault that he is the way he is. If everything happened the way he described, I think Chad actually turned out really good, all things considered. There's no question that his dad's behavior rubbed off on him quite a bit.
“And what about your mom? What was she like? You guys have a good relationship?”
“How did we end up talking about this stuff? I thought I was on the beach, not in a therapist's chair.”
“It'll be my last personal question. Promise.”
“Mom was just about as passive as they come. Always had to be told what to do. That's why dad and her worked. He's always gotta boss everyone around and she needs someone to boss her around. She couldn't deal with all the cheating, though. I got along well with my mom. We still talk.”
“Do you still talk to your dad?”
“Didn't you just promise not to ask any more personal questions?”
I don't respond. I just look at Chad and give him my best puppy dog face.
“No. I haven't talked to him in a couple years. Probably never will again.”
“I have a million more questions but a promise is a promise. No more. I have to say, Chad, I really feel honored that you'd open up to me like that and tell me such personal things about yourself. And it really gives me some insight into what makes you, you.”
“I definitely have a bit of my dad in me. No question about it. I've tried to become less like him over the years and it's worked a little bit. I still like to be in control, though. And I like being dominant. Being an alpha male.”
“Well, I don't think anyone's gonna argue with you that you're a certified Type A alpha male. Maybe the most alpha male I've ever met. But you haven't been overly dominant with me. You've certainly been aggressive, getting me to go out with you and everything else. But I wouldn't say you've been dominating me. Does that come later once you've lured me in?”
“If you want it to, ab-so-fucking-lutely.”
I was only kidding. Chad hasn't been overbearingly dominant and I certainly don't want him to become so. I need to figure out what he meant by that.
“Oh? If I want it to?”
“I'm guessing you've never been dominated in the bedroom. A lot of women – women who are otherwise confident and assertive – like to be submissive during sex. It satisfies some deep psychological need or something. I'm not totally sure. All I know is that a lot of women like it.”
I'm not sure what Chad means, exactly, when he talks about being dominant in the bedroom. The guy usually takes the lead, but I think he's talking about more than that. I've never really thought about being dominated. Actually, maybe I have. Maybe I just never thought about it in those terms. Sometimes I fantasize about being almost like a sex slave to a handsome billionaire or a powerful politician. Stuff you'd read in erotic romance novels. The more I think about being dominated by Chad, the more intrigued and turned on I get.
“No. I don't think I ever have. To be honest, I haven't been with that many guys. I had a boyfriend in college for two years and we had a good amount of sex, but nothing crazy. Just normal, dorm room sex. The idea of having you kinda order me around during sex does excite me a little bit.”
“A little bit, huh?”
“Or, you know, a lot.”
Chad smiles. Even in the moonlight, his smile is infectious. I smile back and before I know it, our lips are locked together and we start kissing for a couple minutes. While we're making out in the moonlight, a million thoughts, emotions, and questions flow through my mind. I think about how fun it would be to have Chad order me around in bed, having to do whatever he told me to do. Just the thought makes my body shake.
“How dominating are we talking about here?” I ask. “We're not talking like Fifty Shades Of Gray or anything, right? Because I'm not about being hit with paddles and whips and stuff like that. What are we talking about?”
“Nah, no paddles. No whips. How about instead of telling you, you let me show you?”
“Um, okay, I guess. You're not gonna hurt me or anything, right? We're kinda in the middle of nowhere here and I don't want tonight to turn into a story that ends up on the I.D. Discovery channel.”
“Don't worry, Em. I won't hurt you. I'm gonna keep it really basic and fun. You'll see. I just wanna give you an idea of what I'm talking about. If you're not into it, you're not into it. But I have a feeling you're gonna really enjoy it.”
I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. I'm equal parts excited and terrified. More than anything, though, I'm turned on. Like, way on. After Chad opened up to me tonight, I feel so much closer to him. I'm actually starting to trust him a little bit which is why I feel comfortable – as comfortable as a woman like me could – letting him order me around. This should be interesting.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Chad
This is gonna be so much fucking fun. I'm gonna take it a bit easy on Emma – at first. I don't want to scare her away. But I really think she'll like being with a dominant guy. When we had sex the first time, I kept it pretty basic. That's not to say that it was boring. I had a great time and I know Emma did, too. Tonight, though, I'm gonna make things a little more exciting.
“Close your eyes,” I instruct.
Emma closes her eyes.
“Good. Now, put your hands behind your back.”
Again, she does what I tell her to. So far, so good. I lean in and give Emma a kiss on the lips. Lightly, I run a finger down her face.
“See how that works? You do what I tell you to, you get rewarded.”
“I see. And what happens when I don't do what you tell me to?”
“You get punished. Obviously.”
“I don't know if I like the way that sounds.”
“Then do what I tell you to and it won't be a problem.”
Emma opens her eyes and looks at me.
“Turn around.”
She does what I say and I smack her ass, hard.
“Did I tell you that you could open your eyes?”
“No.”
“No, I didn't. So you got punished. See how that works?”
“Okay,” Emma says with a half smile. “What if you tell me to do something that I don't wanna do?”
“There's a difference between being told to do something that you don't wanna do and being told to do something that you won't do. If there's something you won't do, tell me. But if there's something that you don't wanna do, that's different. There's a lot of trust involved in this, Emma. You need to trust me. If I tell you to do something that you don't wanna do, do it anyway. It's all about relinquishing control. It may take you out of your comfort zone at first, but you'll learn a lot about yourself in the process. And I promise, there are things that you think you don't wanna do that, once you do them, you'll be glad you did.”
Emma takes a moment to process everything I just said. I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head.
“Okay. I'm gonna trust you. Let's keep going. This is kinda fun.”
“Close your eyes and keep them closed.”
She does what I say.
“Now stand up.”
Emma stands up and I get behind her.
“Good girl.”
I press my body up against hers. From behind, I wrap my arms around Emma's body and cup her big, luscious breasts. After giving them a firm squeeze over her shirt, I run my hands under it and grab her tits over her bra. While I'm playing with them, I breathe heavily on the back of Emma's neck. She moans. It's so fucking sexy. My cock's starting to grow and I press it against her ass. Emma moans again.
“Your moans are so fucking hot. No more.”
“Huh?”
“You're not allowed to moan again until I say you can.”
“I don't know if I can help myself.”
I grab Emma's hair and pull her head back.
“Back talk is not allowed. You will refrain from moaning until I tell you to. Understand?”
With a bit of reluctance in her voice, Emma replies, “Yes.”
“Good.”
I take off her shirt and bra. It's a little chilly with the breeze coming off the water. I can feel the goosebumps on Emma's body. It shouldn't be hard to warm her up a bit.
“Open your mouth.”
She does and I stick a finger in.
“Close.”
Emma wraps her soft lips around my finger. Slowly, I pull it out of her mouth. Now my dick's as hard as a rock. I take my wet finger and slide it down her pants. Gently, I run it in between Emma's pussy lips. They're as soft – maybe even softer – than the ones on her face and I imagine my cock sliding in between them. I playfully tickle Emma's clit, then slide a finger inside her already-wet pussy. She moans.
Smack!
I give her ass a firm slap and squeeze one of her tits really hard.
“No moaning.”
“Sorry, I can't help...”
Smack!
“I don't wanna hear excuses. I want to hear 'yes.' Or better yet, 'yes sir.'”
“Yes, sir.”
“That's better.”
I return my finger to Emma's inviting pussy. Again, I start out gentle but soon start fingering her faster and faster. I can tell that she's dying to unleash a series of moans but resists the urge. That makes me happy. She's learning. Emma's a real challenge, but I'm always up for one. Her body's getting warmer and I can feel her goosebumps starting to go away. Emma's skin is incredibly smooth, which I fucking love.
“I want you to get down on your hands and knees. Keep your eyes closed.”
Emma gets down on all fours.
“Now, open your mouth.”
I unzip my fly and whip out my fully-erect cock. Emma looks sexier than ever on all fours, eyes closed, the moonlight glistening off her tits, with her mouth open waiting for my cock. I take a step forward and slide my dick right into her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan. “Put your hands behind your back.”
I start sliding my cock in and out of Emma's mouth. She's being much more obedient than I would've expected. Most women love being told what to do. The problem is, they don't realize it until they're put in that situation. It's all emotion. Pure feelings, no thought. Being dominated drives women wild and I can tell that Emma's loving it. She's not the only one, though. I'm so fucking turned on right now that I could scream.
Her lips feel like heaven wrapped around my cock. I watch it slide in and out of Emma's face and it's so damn sexy I can barely stand it. Holding her head in place, I start fucking her mouth faster and faster. I can feel Emma's spit dripping down my cock onto my balls and it's almost too much to take. I'm not ready to bust a nut yet, so I slow it down a little bit.
“You're being a very good girl,” I say. “I think you need a reward.”
“Okay,” Emma says with enthusiasm.
“Lay down, totally naked,” I command.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Emma
Every single cell in my body is vibrating. My mind is on fire. All of my senses are piqued. I'm loving every second of this. I hate to admit it, but I am. I've never experienced anything like this and it's driving me wild.
There's something so calming about being controlled. I'm not really sure how to explain it. My mind is always going a thousand miles per hour. I'm always thinking, Should I do this? Should I do that? But, being submissive to Chad, those usual thoughts are silenced. I'm not thinking anything: I'm just feeling. He's in control and all I can do is relax and enjoy the ride. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced and it's thrilling.
Chad's right: It's all about trust. I'm trusting him not to hurt me. Here we are in the middle of nowhere. He could do just about anything to me and there'd be nothing I could do about it. He's big and muscular, strong and resourceful. The very things that attract me to him are the things he could use against me. But I trust that he won't. I trust that all his orders and commands are in my best interest. Giving him that control is really doing something for me. I never would've though that it would, but it does.
I can feel Chad hovering over me. He instructed me to lay down on the towel and, of course, I did what he told me to. I'm laying here, waiting for something to happen. My eyes are closed and I can't moan. That's all I know. The anticipation is killing me. And by killing me, I mean it's turning me way on and way up! He's intentionally taking his time and knows how crazy it's driving me, which only drives me crazier. It's a very good crazy.
“Are you doing alright, Emma?” Chad asks.
“Uh huh,” I answer.
“I know you are. But I just wanted to make sure.”
Though I can't see him, I can sense Chad getting on his knees. He doesn't tell me to open my mouth, but slides a finger in, then out. Chad takes that finger and slowly runs it down my neck, between my breasts, over my belly button, and down my pussy lips. By the time it makes it to my opening, his finger is dry. That's alright, though, since my pussy is practically dripping wet. I've been turned on this whole time. Chad not only knows how to get me there, but keep me there. He's a very skilled man.
Chad starts fingering me. His digits are long and thick. I love the way they feel inside me. He starts out with one finger but soon adds a second. Chad starts out slowly but quickly builds up speed. I was really cold just a few short minutes ago but now my body's on fire. Sweat is forming on my forehead and it's very refreshing. For a moment, I forget what I've been instructed to do - or not do, rather - and I let out a soft but audible moan. Chad's fingers suddenly stop.
“You know, I thought you were startin
g to learn.”
“I'm sorry. It just slipped out!” I explain.
“Well, we're just gonna have to make sure that nothing slips out again. And the best way to do that is to slip something in.”
I feel Chad get on top of me, upside down. When he does, I feel his magnificent cock brush against my face. It all of a sudden dawns on me what he meant by slip something in.
“Open,” he commands.
Chad slides the tip of his cock into my mouth. He moans loudly.
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