Speed Dating

by Hines, Yvette

  but hesitated for fear of further punishment. "Now, concentrate, little one. Think about how good my hand feels inside of you, against you. How much more you want of it. I can feel you trembling. You want these two fingers to fuck you so hard you come twice."

  She didn't need him to tell her what to imagine and think about, it was the only thing her mind could conjure up. Widening her hips, she pushed against the fabric, feeling the rubber dig into her skin. "Shit, you're becoming more wet. Use your feet to lift some." Freedom came to mind as Jenna performed his instructions. Raising her hips and the position of legs allowed the hem of her dress to curl and roll, tube-like up her hips. Unashamed, she threw her thighs wide and arched into her trainer's hand. A few more strokes from his fingers and she would reach an orgasm.

  "You're quite the sight." he said, his voice echoing approval. "Do you want to come, vanilla princess?"

  " L'entraîneur, yes. I want to come, L'entraîneur," she heard herself beg.

  "Think about that before you speak out again." After his declaration, he removed his hand and stepped back.

  Capturing her lip, she squeezed her eyes tight and took several sharp breaths through her nose. Shaking, she plopped down onto the flat surf disregarding the loud slap of her ass onto the wood. Damn.

  The manacles tightening around her ankles alerted her to the next step of her restraint. "Scoot forward until I say stop." Knowing better than to complain, Jenna kept her eyes closed as she continued trying to bring her desire back down to a tolerable level. She inched her butt forward until he told her to stop. Then her trainer pulled on something under the stool, tightening her ankle shackles and making it impossible for her to close her legs. "Open your eyes, princess." Snapping her eyes open, in a lust-filled haze, she looked down at

  her trainer who knelt in front of her. "I can smell your arousal, little one." Leaning forward, her trainer's breath made rhythmic patters on the

  sensitive flesh of her sex. "I wonder if your pussy tastes as good. Wouldn't you like to know?" Jenna never considered tasting her own sex juice. Every time her former boyfriends crawled up her body after having licked her, she would always discreetly turn her face, pretending rapture, but giving them a subtle hint that she didn't want to be kissed. But, as her trainer's intense gaze held her own, she wanted to please him. Not because he would punish her if she said the wrong thing, but something else stirred inside of her—another emotion unrevealed as of yet.

  " L'entraîneur. I want to know what I taste like for you, L'entraîneur."

  One side of his lip curled in a captivating smile. "My luscious vanilla princess, offer yourself to me."

  Doing the only thing she could, Jenna leaned her upper body back onto her hands and availed herself to him.

  There was nothing hesitant or tentative in his approach. From the first stroke of his tongue, he tasted her with boldness and a proficient skill she'd never experienced before. He parted the lips of her sex with his tongue. Tracing her clit, he flicked the nub repeatedly.

  Tilting her head back, she focused on the pure sensual delight and keeping her body still. Not wanting to move, not wanting to give him any reason to end her pleasure.

  "Look at me. Watch how your body responds. If you close your eyes, I'll punish you."

  She already knew how her body was reacting. She could feel it. Every cell in her body was rushing to her pussy, drawn by his tongue like a magnet.

  Adhering to his order, she locked her gaze on him. The sight of his pink tongue complimenting the pink center of her cunt aroused her, but not as much as the contrast between his noire lips and her engorged alabaster sex in a true French kiss. That took her over edge. Then directing his attention to her clit, he sucked it into his mouth, giving her head.

  Clutching the edge of her stool, Jenna barely registered the cool wood pressing against her palm as heat radiated from her lower abdomen. Every muscle in her body tightened, then released in an explosion of sensuous gratification. She cried out with her completion.

  Straining to keep her eyes open through it all, she saw the moment her trainer slipped inside of her and captured her essence. Panting, Jenna watched him rise until he stood in front of her. His lips slightly parted revealing his tongue coated with the pearls of her cum.

  With out waiting for any further invitation, she knew what he wanted. As she leaned toward him the spicy strong fragrance of her arousal emitted from his skin and her open thighs, permeating the air. Using the tip of her tongue, she swirled it around the bumpy surface of his, collecting every drop of her cream. Moving on instinct she closed the gap between them and kissed him.

  She was encouraged when he gripped her shoulders and pulled her to him instead of pushing her away. The deep and passionate oral connection overwhelmed her. The kiss went on for long moments, and when it ended, they were both winded. Ending the kiss, he stepped back out of her reach. "Now, inhale." Obeying, Jenna was amazed at the thick, heady, aromatic flavor of

  her own juices. It seemed to seep into every moist area of her mouth. "Delicious, aren't you?" "L'entraîneur. I'm absolutely delicious, L'entraîneur." With him standing away from her, his erection was evident. He was aroused, very aroused. Bold and distinct, his cock pressed against the leather, conforming around its length.

  Her trainer stepped backward to the armoire. "Now that your juicy little pussy has climaxed once, maybe you'll have a little more patience during our next adventure."

  Jenna only could hope she would be able to hold out, but since she'd viewed the imprint of his cock and knew he was just as turned on, she wasn't sure.

  Retrieving something from one of the drawers, her trainer sauntered back toward her. In his hand, he held a black wand with a large ball on top. When he flicked a switch on the side, the loud vibrating sound sent a pulsing wave through Jenna's core. She didn't need him to tell her what he was going to do with the relaxation instrument, as she watched the round top rotate in a circular motion, then reverse itself, she knew.

  More fluid flooded her sex with anticipation. She'd never been able to orgasm more than once a night, but she was sure by her body's response to just seeing the wand massager, a second orgasm would not be a problem tonight. "Here are the rules, vanilla princess." Stepping to her, he brushed

  the tips of her erect nipples through the latex material still covering them. She flinched as the wand vibrated against her sensitive nipples. "A woman with responsive nipples is always a treat." He moved the massager back and forth over her breast as he continued giving her instructions. "The rules are, if you come before I give you permission, you will be punished. If you don't come on command, then you will be punished as well. It is a game of control. If you understand, then give me the rule in one sentence."

  Understand it? Yes, she understood it very well. She was about to embark upon pleasurable torture ina completely new realm. "L'entraîneur. I come when you say so, L'entraîneur." He chuckled, "Precisely." Leaning forward, he gave her a kiss on her cheek like a small reward for her understanding. "Now are we ready to begin?"

  " L'entraîneur. Yes, I am ready, L'entraîneur," she said, even though every nerve ending in her body screamed that she was not ready. With the thought of what was about to happen, she was already tittering on the brink.

  The vibrations traveled from her breast to her stomach and stopped between her open thighs. It wasn't touching her. Her trainer held it millimeters away from her skin, but the closeness heightened her arousal.

  "Don't forget to keep your eyes open. I want you to remember everything about tonight. How you felt and what you looked like getting pleasure."

  Jenna glanced at him. His eyes were warm and sincere. Never before did she have a man care for her pleasure the way L'entraîneur did tonight. Her previous sexual encounters with men were dismal, at best. She was lucky to get her first orgasm before they came, then rolled over, and started snoring. This was a new experience for her in many ways. In that moment, she understood how submissives fell in love with their
Masters. Her heart was already swelling towardsthis masked man. He brushed the fingers of his free hand along the side of her face. It was an endearing touch. One of which Jenna was becoming fond. "We begin," was all the warning he gave before pressing the

  vibrator to her aching crotch. Oh, shit. Jenna's first instinct was to close her eyes and give over to the sensations stirring inside, but she fought against it. It was all she could do as she stared at the rotating head and felt it alternating directions around her clit. She wanted to prove to L'entraîneur she could do this. She wanted to make him proud of her.

  As he pressed it firmly against her cunt, causing her lips to swell around the sides of it, as if cupping a lover. She yearned to match the instrument's movements, to buck her hips into it. Instead, she rolled her lips inward, sucking on them hard and trying to restrain herself.

  "See how it shines now, vanilla princess? How your wet pussy coats it, marking it as your own?"

  Oh, yes. She could see it clearly. The scent of her budding climax reached her nostrils and, because now she knew her own flavor, the spicy nectar of her essence it pushed her hard toward an orgasm. Her legs began to tremble as her core tightened and beads of sweat popped out above her top lip. No! She screamed inside. Tears burned behind her eyes. She was going to cry, she was going to come and she was going to disappoint him. No!

  "Concentrate, little one. You can do this," he encouraged. His free hand began to stroke her back, at the same time he removed the massager.

  Thankful, Jenna panted hard and furious, sucking in large amounts of air to the point of all most hyperventilating over the large quantities of oxygen. However, she didn't care if she passed out, as long as she didn't come. Staring at the wall over her trainer's shoulder, she gripped the seat with her bound hands and, pressing her toes into the stools lower rungs, focused her mind on everything from instruction on cleaning drains and gutters to taking out the trash.

  She felt like a lunatic, but it worked, staving off the inevitable for a few more minutes.

  L'entraîneur moved back in front of her and cupped her chin. "I'm very proud of you, my vanilla princess. I know that was hard, and you're very new to this, but ultimately you controlled your body."

  A warm wet sensation crawled down her face at his praise. She did cry, but she neither came nor disappointed him.

  "Now for your reward," he announced as he placed the stimulator back on her sex. "Come." He didn't have to command her twice. Jenna came and came hard. "Again." He added the rotation of his hand with the wands. Shaking and quivering, her body tightened and exploded as ordered. Over and over again, she climaxed. Bucking against the persistent instrument, she clawed at the wooden seat underneath her and screamed until she became hoarse.

  By the time L'entraîneur turned off the massager, her juices coated the pleasure tool and his hand.

  Switching the device to the other hand, he held up the glistening one between them and presented her with an invitation, "Join me in a succulent delight."

  They both licked opposite sides of his hand, feasting on her pussy sap, occasionally their tongues intertwined between his fingers. "Have you been satisfied this night?" On so many levels, she couldn't put it into words. "L'entraîneur.

  Yes, L'entraîneur." "I don't want to, but I must release you now. I will not chance injuring your tender body." He stepped behind her, unlocked her cuffs, then loosened her feet.

  Bringing her arms back around, she shook them, trying to relax her strained muscles. Watching her, he asked, "Are you okay?" "L'entraîneur. Yes, I am fine. L'entraîneur." Risking another punishment, Jenna continued, "L'entraîneur. Forgive me for speaking, but may I thank you for my pleasure,L'entraîneur?"

  His heated gaze captured hers. There was a hitch in his voice when he responded,"Yes, you may."

  " L'entraîneur. Thank you, L'entraîneur." Slipping off the slick stool top, she didn't bother readjusting her clothes as she kneeled before him on the carpet. Making quick work of the fastening of his leather pants, she couldn't help the slight gasps of excitement escaping her parted lips as she got her first glimpse of his large, hard cock.

  It was dark. Different in length and shade compared to the other men she'd been with sexually. Its plum-shaped head held a deep purple hue to it, making it the color of eggplant skin. The tip glistened with precum.

  Freeing more of him, she pulled his pants down to the center of his thighs so she could slide her hand under his balls. He widened his stance at her first touch. Heavy and tight, his sack was drawn close to his body. Jenna knew from experience he was close to coming. A bubble of excitement fluttered low in her belly. She was happy to know he'd been just as moved by her pleasure. She pondered for a moment what he might've done if she'd just left and not offered to satisfy him.

  Amazed at the unexpected throbbing of her clit as she thought of him masturbating with thoughts of her, smiling, she wrapped her fingers around his erection. His size made her hand appear miniature in comparison.

  Delaying no further, she took him into her mouth. Being with men who were only after their own satisfaction made her good at this, and she gave him the full benefit of her talents. Holding him deep in her mouth, she sucked his head and used her tongue to stroke his large vein and sensitive skin behind the head of his cock.

  His groan vibrated down the length of his body and into his cock. She mimicked the sound by humming along with him. Up and down her mouth pumped, taking him deep, feeling him against her throat as her hand gripped and rotated along his cock. Her other hand continued to squeeze and tug at his balls, as her middle finger purposely grazed the susceptible skin between his ass and his testicles. Relaxing her mouth and jaw, she allowed herself to receive more of him. His body began to tremble at her expertise as she orally fucked him.

  "Shit, little one, I'm about to come." Fisting her hair, he loosened the bun at the back of her head.

  Tiny pinpricks of pain danced across her scalp, intensifying her enjoyment along with his.

  "Have you ever swallowed for a man?" his voice rough, filled with sexual tension.

  Jenna leaned back, licking the luscious tip. Tasting his salty fluid, lifting her eyes to his she spoke, "L'entraîneur, no. I've never desired to swallow, L'entraîneur."

  Swaying his hips, he brushed his cock across her mouth. "Do you desire to now?" "L'entraîneur. Yes, Mon entraîneur." "Then take your desire." Slightly bending his knees, giving them both better access, he began thrusting in and out of her mouth as she sucked at him, pumping his length with her tight fist.

  She watched him grit and bare his teeth as beads of sweat ran down the side of his face, his eyes trained on her mouth.

  Soon his thrusts became erratic and inconsistent, as his stare remained steady on her. They stared at each other as he came in thick waves against the back of her throat. Responding reflexively, she swallowed, quickly taking his essences into her body, so as not to have her mouth overflow and jeopardize spilling his gift.

  As he finished, calm fell over the room. Jenna sucked his slightly softened cock one last time before letting it slip from her mouth. For a moment, she watched it bob and jerk reflexively.

  Lowering his body before hers, he brushed his thumb across her tender lips. Kissing them softly, he said, "It is truly a treasure when a woman chooses to swallow for a man—even if only once." Dropping his eyes to her lips again, he whispered, "My trainer." His lips curled up at the ends."Thank you." Jenna smiled at him. "I will leave you to compose yourself." Rising he straightened his

  clothes and headed toward the door. Watching his retreating form, she began to feel hollow and empty. He stopped, his hand on the knob of the door, but didn't turn around.

  "I'll be here on Friday if you'd like to continue your training." He exited the room and closed the door before she could speak. Sitting down on the carpet, Jenna wanted to kick herself. She hadn't thought of asking him if they could meet outside of this place. She wanted to know his name, see him without the mask.

 
; This night she changed, she wouldn't have believed it if someone told her when she first walked in. However, it happened. She always believed a dominant-submissive relationship was about power and control of one person over another. Mon entraîneur taught her this night that it was about having power and control of oneself and only with that could you freely submit.

  Four

  Finally having power and control over her body and freely submitting was the reason Jenna found herself back at the Coffee Den two nights later, standing before the playroom door.

  Natalie didn't seem surprised when Jenna called her, requesting Natalie to take her to a store to buy an outfit. She'd spent all evening with Natalie, telling her about her feeling for the masked man. Her friend took time to guide her in the meaning behind colors. The grey shirt and feathers, her trainer wore were clues to the trained eyed that he was heavily into bondage. That knowledge warmed Jenna who'd thoroughly enjoy the experience and found herself reminiscing about it repeatedly.

  For once in the last few months, Jenna didn't think about her deliveryman—not since Wednesday night. She couldn't deny he'd captivated her. Mon entraîneur took her to another level.

  Knocking on the door, she waited. When a long moment passed, she wondered if she was too late and he'd left or worse, joined someone else or another group. All possibilities made her heart sink. Standing there in front of the wooden panels of the door in her mask, a long white latex coat and spiked heels, Jenna was in a quandary. She didn't know whether to leave or knock again.

  Before she needed to decide, the door opened. Two feet away from her was the man who touched her body and mind like no other. Once again, he wore black leather pants, but this time his grey shirt was longsleeved and buttoned-down. Mask in place, bondage colors adorning it.

  A small smile slipped onto her lips at seeing him, before she remembered Natalie's instructions and controlled her features. Her friend told her she could not guide her, because every relationship was different, built around the two people in it. Bowing her head, she said, "Mon entraîneur. I have come to you, Mon entraîneur."