by Shyla Colt
“Sidney is different from all the other guys you wanted to set me up with,” Sutton said.
“You have no idea how true that statement is.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that he’s not like anyone you’ve ever dated before.”
“Good. I could use a change of pace.”
“Honey, you aren’t even in first gear.”
“Shut up, not everyone meets their Mr. Right and lives in blissful co-existence early on,” Sutton said.
“I know, hon, but not all guys are like your old fiancé.”
“This hasn’t really been about him, more about me needing to get to where I was comfortable before I could relax enough to think about a relationship. You know my Father died when I was twelve, but I never really talk about what happened after that. My mom and dad married right out of high school before he headed off to boot camp. She spent the majority of her life at home with us. This was fine, great even, until he had a heart attack, and she was forced to try to provide for the five of us on her own. It was hell watching her work two jobs to scrape together to make ends meet while I took care of everything at home. I promised myself I would do everything in my power to avoid ending up in that position.”
“Wow, Sutton, I’m sorry.”
“I did what had to be done, and I’m okay with that. Most people don’t understand why I’m so driven, now you know.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being focused. I just don’t want you to miss out on everything else going on around you.”
“I know, Leigh, and that’s why I love you.”
“And I love you, too. I have to admit I had an ulterior motive in mind when I stopped by.”
“Why does that make me nervous?”
“I don’t know?” Leigh said, as she laughed. “I want to get some new toys and an outfit to surprise James with when he gets back in town. There’s a new BDSM store I’ve been hearing good things about called Tie Me in Knots.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Awesome! It’s always more fun to go to shops with someone else.”
“You know I’ve never been to a sex shop.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“No.” Sutton said. She ducked her head, embarrassed.
“I thought you had a fiancé?”
“I did, but he was a doctor, and I was a nursing student. Between classes, and hospital rotations we missed out on a lot of things most couples get to do together.”
A shudder went through her as she remembered the things she’d let the man get away with. She was young, inexperienced, and unable to recognize the manipulation and abusive tactics Jackson had used on a daily basis. Thank God they’d never married or procreated, or she’d be in hell right now.
“Well, I’m glad I get to be the one to pop your cherry,” Leigh said.
“You are such a filthy girl.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
Leigh wagged her eyebrows, and they both burst into giggles.
Chapter Three
Sutton felt her eyes grow wide as they entered Tie Me in Knots. Vinyl suits of all shapes, sizes, and colors assaulted her eyes. The slick material was draped over mannequins that were positioned in tantalizing poses. Some had their hands tied behind their back; others had their hands tied in front of them, with their heads down. Intrigued, she moved to examine the French maid outfit. She ran her fingers over the cool material.
“You into the French maid thing, Sutton?” Leigh asked. Her voice broke the trance Sutton had fallen into, and she glanced up and shook her head.
“No, there’s just so much to take in. The outfit was so shiny, I had to touch it.”
Leigh chuckled. “Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet. This is just the entrance.”
Sutton nodded as she stepped away from the maid, and they continued to walk deeper into the store.
“Do you like vinyl?” Sutton asked.
“On a corset it’s okay, but I’m not into the full suit. I like James to have more access.”
Sutton’s mouth formed an O of surprise, and her nipples hardened at the image her words conjured up. It was all too easy to picture Leigh’s arms bound behind her back as James teased her.
“If we’re talking costumes, this is more my style,” Leigh said. A sly smile lined her lips as she fingered a playboy bunny school girl outfit that hung on a rack. The tiny pink plaid skirt came with white knee high stockings, and a form fitting white t-shirt.
“You like role-playing?”
“I do, but for obvious reasons we both have a soft spot for the teacher and student personas.” Leigh put the outfit back onto the shelf. “I have plenty of school-girl outfits. I think I want something different this time.”
“You never worry that he’ll do something you don’t like?” Sutton asked as they continued to make their way around the shop. She knew they participated in BDSM, but they’d never really had an open conversation like this one.
“No, that’s why we have rules. I trust James implicitly. That’s a number one requirement when it comes to your Dom.”
“I don’t know if I could give someone that much control over me,” Sutton said.
“Well, it doesn’t happen all at once. You start small and work your way up. It’s freeing really.”
“How so?” Sutton asked as they moved on to an area bursting with corsets.
“Well, after we set the guidelines, I was free to experience sensations. No more thinking or worrying, and then, you hit sub space.” A look of pure bliss came over Leigh’s face.
“Sub space?”
“A paradise where all you can feel is pleasure and bliss. It’s like you’re floating in a bubble in another dimension.”
“Another dimension?”
“It’s really hard to describe. But trust me when I say it’s amazing, and the closest to flying a human could ever come to.”
A shiver spread up Sutton’s spine. What would it feel like to have no worries, to feel weightless and truly free, if only for a moment?
I think I’m starting to see the appeal in this lifestyle.
“Have you always been into BDSM?”
“When I look back on it now, I’d say yes. Though at the time, I didn’t know to put a name to it. It started off with small things, being tied to the bed post with scarves, playful spankings, and being ordered around. Dominance games that I think everyone dabbles into from time to time.”
“How so?”
“Telling your significant other they can’t touch you until you say so, and teasing them until they beg you to put them out of their misery.”
“That’s BDSM?”
“Yes, not everything is extreme.”
“Do you get into extreme things?”
“By whose standards?”
“Good point. Do you think anything you do is extreme?”
“In the world of BDSM, no, but to a newbie, maybe.”
“Do you mind sharing?”
“No. I’m actually really enjoying having someone to talk to about this. I mean there are other subs within the lifestyle we’re friends with, but I’m not close to them like I am you. I never really went into detail before, because I wasn’t sure if it’d be something you wanted to talk about.”
“Leigh, I’m always here to listen whether it’s about stress at work or your kinky love life.”
“Thanks, girl. What do you think about this one?” Leigh asked. She held up a black and red corset accompanied by a black G-string.
Sutton let out a low whistle and nodded her head. The bustier was red with a lace overlay, and the tapered waist alternated in stripes of deep red, and black.
“That’s hot, Leigh.”
“I like the burlesque vibe it has going.”
“I’m sure James will, too.”
“Now that we have that done, it’s time for the fun part, corrupting you with my knowledge of toys and accessories.”
Sutton laughed at her friend’
s expression as she led her over to the opposite side of the store. Leigh was like a kid being let into Disney World. She followed her to the back and stood in front of the massive wall. Her eyes were drawn to the nipple clamps, and she leaned in to examine them closer. Her nipples hardened in anticipation as she focused in a nipple sucker. She loved breast play, and this would take her solo session to a whole other level. Her pussy tingled as she pulled the package off the wall and read the instructions. She might be a virgin, but that didn’t mean she was a prude. She liked to get off as much as the next person, and with the stress her job provided the need to take the edge of was almost a daily necessity.
“You like nipple play?” Leigh asked.
“Yes, but the thought of a nipple clamp seems painful.”
“I’d say it’s more intense than painful. It heightens the sensitivity. Of course you have to start off slow and build up your tolerance, the same as with anything else. It really goes hand in hand with bondage play.”
Sutton nodded as she moved her attention over to the bondage tools. What would it be like to have your hands bound while the rest of your body was exposed to your lover? The picture on the cover of a book intrigued her. A rope looped above and below the breasts, as if to make them the star of the show. Her pussy throbbed as she imagined herself in the position, her arms tied behind her back, a rope looped around her to present her breasts to Sidney. The thought of his warm mouth attached to her swollen nipple cemented just how attracted to the man she was. Whatever it was that existed between them needed to be explored, even if it turned out to be a fluke. God, do I hope it wasn’t a fluke.
Chapter Four
Sidney glanced down at the woman beside him and smiled. Things were going even better than he’d anticipated. They’d all gotten together to attend the Food and Wine Festival. The atmosphere was relaxed, and now that the sun had set, slightly romantic.
“Are you ready to do some wine tasting?” Leigh asked.
“Sure, but I’ve never been much of a wine person,” Sutton said.
“In that case, maybe it’ll be better if we split up,” Sidney said. He was beyond ready to have some alone time. “I know Leigh and James prefer rich red wines, and we should start you off on something lighter, perhaps a dessert wine?”
“Sounds like a good idea to me,” James said with a nod. “We can text each other when we’re done, and we’ll meet back up at the main food tent.”
“Does that work for you, Sutton?” Sidney asked.
“Yes, that sounds wonderful. I think a sweet blend would be much more enjoyable than red. The ones I’ve tasted have always been much too overwhelming.”
“Then we’ll be on our way.” Sidney held out his arm, pleased when she took it and followed his lead.
“Are you enjoying your first Food and Wine festival?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s been a lot of fun. I would’ve never gone if you guys hadn’t suggested it, so thank you for that.”
“You’re very welcome. It’s a lot more fun with you here, so I don’t feel like a gooseberry.”
“A what?” she asked.
“A third wheel.”
“You Brits and your slang.”
He chuckled as they made a bee-line for the white tent labeled dessert wines. “It looks like they have food pairings here.”
“Is that different from the normal tastings?” she asked.
“Well, sometimes you can use the aromatherapy approach where you smell a certain scent before you sample the wine to help you recognize the similar flavors. With the food sampling, it’s the same concept, but a lot more fun in my opinion, at least with a dessert wine.”
“Why?”
“Because the best pairings to use are fruits and pastries.”
“Ohh, that does sound yummy.”
They walked the tent as he looked over the wine selection. He paused at the display of cheesecake and strawberries paired with a bottle of Golden Rose.
“This one will be the perfect starter for you,” he said. He led her over to the table, picked up a few strawberries, and placed them in front of her on a white paper plate.
“Since you’ve never done a wine tasting before, I’m going to act as your guide.” He poured one fourth of a cup of wine into a glass and stepped up behind her. “Your job is to relax, and enjoy the experience.”
Sidney wrapped his arms around her from behind. Her body was warm, and the shiver that ran through her as she relaxed into him made his penis stiffen. He fought down the urge to grind his hips against her. He thought of cold showers and annoying students. Sutton’s curves were lush as they rested against him, and he was pleased to find she had something to hold on to despite her short stature. He’d never bought into the whole thin craze that seemed to have swept across America. Sidney sensed the slow and steady approach was the way to go with Sutton. He presented the wine glass in front of her. “First we’ll swirl the wine gently and sniff.” He lifted the glass up to her nose. “What do you smell?”
“Something … fruity?”
“Very good, now for a taste.” He held the wine glass up to her lips, watching over her shoulders as she parted her pouty pink lips without hesitation. She had no idea how much she turned him on, simply by trusting him and following his directions. Images of her lips wrapped around his cock as she knelt on the floor in front of him made him clear his throat. Damn, I’m turning into a randy teenager. “Now swallow. What did you notice about the wine?”
“It’s a lot lighter than what I associate a red wine to be. Sweet and a bit tangy.”
“You like it then?”
“Very much.”
“One last sip. This time open your mouth and let the air mingle with the flavor.” He lifted the glass to her lips once more, and allowed his fingers to stroke her throat as she swallowed and parted her lips.
“Now we’ll mix that taste with some fruit.”
He set the wine glass on the table and exchanged it for a ripe strawberry. He traced her lips with the fruit, wishing it was his tongue. Her teeth were straight and white as she took a delicate bite off the red berry. Her tongue flicked out to capture the juice that welled up on her lips and ran down his fingers. He hissed, shocked by her boldness when she laved his flesh with her tongue. So his kitten had claws. “Delicious,” she said. Her voice had lowered to a silken purr that made him arch his eyebrows. “I really love strawberries,” she said.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Perhaps I should purchase a bottle of Golden Rose for us to enjoy together at a later date?”
“I’d like that, Sidney.”
“I’d offer you another strawberry, but then we’d be getting kicked out for indecent exposure,” he whispered. He wrapped his arm around her waist as he leaned down to inhale the tropical scent of her hair.
“T-that doesn’t sound like such a bad thing.”
He growled and nipped at her neck. “Don’t tempt me, you minx.”
A giggle spilled free, and he set the wine glass on the table and led her over to the cash register.
“We’d like one bottle of the Golden Rose, please.”
He pulled out his wallet, enjoying the way she fit under his arm. He took the wrapped bottle from the cashier after signing the receipt and guided her out of the tent. They wandered around the grounds, stopping every once and while to sample a different wine or look at crafts.
“Are you ready to take a break?” Sidney asked. He spotted a bench away from the crowd.
“I’d love to rest my feet.”
He guided her over to the shadowed area unable to resist the privacy. Sidney caressed her bare arms with the tips of his fingers, savoring her quiet gasps as he moved the light massage up to her neck. She was so responsive. If a little touch created this response what would his mouth do on other areas? He buried his fingers into her hair as he leaned down and kissed her softly. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance, and he moaned as the sweet flavor of wine and strawberries exploded onto his taste buds. He ex
plored every inch of her moist cavern, feeling greedy as he swallowed her whimpers.
She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck and her fingers tangled into his hair, pulling it taut. The pleasurable pain made him moan, and he forced himself to keep things under control. The chime of a phone was like a bucket of water. Stunned, they separated and stared at each other in a daze as their breaths came in pants. The woman was an untapped powder keg ready to explode, and he wanted to wring every bit of pleasure out of her he could.
“I’d like to continue this,” Sidney said.
“I would, too.”
Her soft admission eased the tension that had set in as he anticipated rejection. Despite the attraction that existed between them he was old enough to be her father, and the sting of Christine’s cruel abandonment lingered. He couldn’t help but feeling apprehensive.
“When?” Her whispered query was like a chorus of angels singing.
“ I know your schedule is way more varied than mine, so how about your next day off?”
“That’d be next Thursday.”
“That’s perfect. My classes on Fridays don’t begin until after noon. What would you like to do?”
“I think I’ll let you decide that, Professor.” He smiled at the sound of his title on her lips.
“I like the way that sounds on your lips.”
“What?”
“Professor. Say it again.”
“Professor,” she whispered.
“Mhmmm, you have no idea how much you please me, without even trying.” She had all the makings to be such a good little submissive with the proper training.
A frown crossed his lips as he helped her stand, and they made their way towards their designated meeting point. He was getting ahead of himself. It was much too soon to be thinking about asking her to be his submissive. Look where being over-eager got you last time.
Chapter Five
What am I doing? Sutton studied her reflection in the mirror as she put the final touch to her make-up. This was their sixth or seventh date, and things were starting to get serious. She liked Sidney and the delicious sensation he coaxed out of her. However, if history were to be believed she wasn’t good at the whole relationship thing. It was times like this she wished she’d been less conservative and dated more. She’d toyed with the idea of asking Jackson where they’d gone wrong over the years. The logical side of her brain knew she didn’t deserve to be cheated on, but it was obvious there were other factors that had led to the betrayal. Perhaps a bit of closure would allow her to move forward with a clean conscious. I’m sure his wife would love that, an ex-fiancée showing back up to chat. She snorted, and told herself to put on her big girl panties and suck it up as she flipped the light switch off and headed to her car.