Speed Dating

by Hines, Yvette

  "So you have, my vanilla princess. I wasn't sure you would. I'm more than pleased you have. You're as brave as I believed you to be."

  When he opened the door wider, Jenna entered. The room appeared the same as they left it, with the exception of a chain hanging from the ceiling and a small table moved beside the bed, covered by an array of objects. The sight of them caused her spine to tingle, knowing he prepared for her arrival. A clicking sound behind her signified the door's closing. "I like your coat. Remove it and hang it on one of the hooks on the

  wall." Quickly, she walked to the wall hook, took off her latex trench, and

  hung it up. A loud wolf whistle pierced the air, letting her know he watched her

  andhad spotted the outfit she'd concealed underneath her coat. "Turn around." She pivoted. When she faced him, he stood directly in front of her.

  He'd moved silently across the carpet to reach her. Facing him, her breasts were free above a white latex waist cincher

  and a bright pink thong made from the same material. Tweaking her bare nipples, he asked, "My vanilla princess, is there

  significance to the color of your panties?" "Mon entraîneur, yes. I believe fuchsia is symbolic for those who

  like spankings, Mon entraîneur." His even white teeth, winked at her when he smiled. He held her

  breast and squeezed. Her budding arousal made her breast feel weighted as anticipation

  coiled in her lower belly. "Someone has been studying." He tilted his head, looking at her. "As I recall, spanking was in your third column. Something you've never done, but are interested in trying. Correct?" "Mon entraîneur. Yes, Mon entraîneur." "Good." He removed his hands. "Then you should thoroughly enjoy

  yourself tonight. The safe-word tonight is coin." Coin. Jenna repeated the word in her head and hoped she wouldn't

  need it. Leading the way, he walked back to the table beside the bed. "Stand in front of the bed and underneath the chain, then place your hands behind your back." With prompt steps, Jenna followed his instructions. Grabbing two wide leather cuffs with identical silver rings on them from the table, her trainer then stepped behind her.

  The inside pads felt cool as they wrapped around her wrist. She was so hot that she feared even a blazing stove would feel like ice next to her skin. She was on fire with desire. The lips of her pussy were already swollen and pressing against the snug latex causing it to cup her like a lover.

  Moving away from her, he retrieved something else off the table. Once again, before her, he assisted her out of her wet panties. "Feet shoulder's width apart, little one."

  Kneeling, he placed something she saw in the store, called a leg spreader bar, between her legs. Jenna estimated it to be about two feet in length. Bare feet and standing wide, she tried to calm her enthusiasm as he secured each manacle on the ends of the bar around her ankles. She was sure her trainer could smell how the act of being fastened was turning her on.

  When he rose slightly and placed his face over her sex, licking her slowly, Jenna knew he'd discovered her secret.

  "Already so excited, and I've not even begun. I do believe I've met my bondage match," he commented.

  Jenna wanted to feel warmed by his words, but he hadn't asked to meet with her away from here. Maybe time in this den was all he wanted from her. Shaking off her feelings of melancholy, she set her mind to enjoy the night. One more time she told herself, just one more time. This whole affair was anonymous, and if he didn't offer for her, she could walk away head up and her dignity intact. No one but Natalie would know her humiliation.

  He circled her, pulling on the chain, causing the cold metal to slide down the center of her back. Her arms began to rise behind her. "Bend forward at the waist," he commanded. When she did, he used the chain to draw her arms high away from her body, her face mere inches from the silk cover gracing the bed and her naked ass displayed center stage. Glancing over to the side, she saw him attach one of the chains links on a hook she'd missed earlier sticking up from the carpet.

  "A delectable sight," his words came out slow as if he were in awe. Palming her ass in his hands, he rubbed his stiff cock along her cheeks. "I can feel the heat of your hot wet pussy through my pants. Your sexy ass is begging to be spanked." Jenna could not stop the moan slipping past her lips. The open hand smack to her backside caused her breath to catch. Air kissed her skin when he moved away from her. "This is called a whip." Turning her face toward his voice, she could see a multi-strand leather whip dangling from his hand. She felt the fingers of his other hand dance up her spine, pass her rear end, and slip inside her available cunt. He worked her pussy until she arched her back, pressing herself into his hand. When he slipped a finger into her puckered anus, the unexpected invasion stilled her. As he began to pump in and out of both areas, Jenna couldn't help trying to lean over further and give him more access.

  She wanted to cry out yes, but bit down on her tongue to restrain herself.

  The first sting of the whip happened simultaneously as he slipped his teasing hand out of her.

  "The rule is the same as last night. You cannot come until I give you permission. Understood?"

  " Mon entraîneur. I understand, Mon entraîneur." She was breathless, anxious, and turned on at the same time. Already, her fluids had saturated the walls of her sex and were pooling around her clit.

  The second sting made her bury her forehead into the mattress. After the third lash of whip, his hand returned inside her, fucking her ass and pussy. Both of her cheeks throbbed and burned. By the third fingering, Jenna was screaming and thrashing back against his hand. When he began smacking the wet swollen lips of her cunt with the loose strands, it was almost her undoing. Her knees buckled with need.

  Her laborious breathing echoed through the room. Heat and an aching pressure built low in her belly. She wanted to come.

  Squatting down, beside her he said, "You've done well. I'll let you come."

  " Mon entraîneur. Thank you, Mon entraîneur," her words came out in a sigh.

  "You may have the choice of how your orgasm is brought upon you. Would you like to be spanked until you come or..." He brushed the sweat from her brow with his thumb. "Would you prefer I fucked you into completion?"

  She was thankful for the restraints when her knees went weak again from the options he posed to her. "Mon entraîneur. Fuck me, Mon entraîneur." "Here?" A long finger entered her weeping pussy. "Or here?"

  Slipping out, the wet digit pushed inside her back entrance. Looking into his brown eyes, Jenna shocked herself with her responds. "Mon entraîneur. My ass, Mon entraîneur." Even though she'd tried anal sex before with a prior boyfriend and didn't mind it, she had never been the one to volunteer. However, at that moment with her cheeks on fire and throbbing, she couldn't think of anything else except having him pumping into her hypersensitive skin. Now, she wanted to come so bad, she would've allowed three people to fuck her in the ass.

  He moved out of her line of sight. Moments later the bar between her legs dropped to the carpet. Shortly after, she could feel his hands massaging a cool slick cream over her heated cheeks, then venturing lower. Guiding his lubed fingers into her tight hole, he took his time priming and stretching her.

  The snap of his button and the metal teeth releasing from his zipper alerted Jenna to her trainer freeing himself.

  Extracting his fingers, he held her ass, spreading her open. Leaning her head against the silk covering, she braced herself as she began to feel his wicked penetration.

  She moaned at the hedonistic invasion and heard his accompanying groan as he pushed his hard cock in and out, heating her passage. Balling her hands into fists, she reveled in the forbidden pleasure. Her clit throbbing, begging to be stroked, Jenna was almost willing to risk punishment to ask him to stroke it. However, she feared if she did, he would stop fucking her, and it felt too good.

  When he finally seated the full length of his thick shaft inside of her, his voice was rough as he told her, "Little one, you may spe
ak freely." "Yes," she called out happy for the freedom to express herself. Echoing her thoughts, he said, "It feels too good. I don't think I can

  stop." "Don't stop." Jenna arched her hips and pressed back against him. The sensation of him inside of her was so wonderful. It made her

  toes curl into the carpet."Don't stop," she encouraged him. "I won't." Placing a hand in the center of her back, he guided her,

  instructing her how to match his thrusts. Whimpering, Jenna expressed her needs. "Stroke my clit, please. I need to come." For a brief moment, the trainer became the pupil. Obeying her

  words, he reached around and fondled the stiff nub. With the touch of his skilled hands, the restraints holding her, and the sinful delight of his cock entering hard repeatedly caused Jenna to lose control. Every nerve in her body clenched inward, her legs trembled, and then she finally went off the edge into ecstasy. Screaming and shaking, bucking and twisting, she took all her trainer had to give her. Her mind only registered her hands being loose when she began clawing and gripping the spread, pulling it away from the bed.

  Only her trainer's firm hold on her hips kept her in position as her ass muscles contracted around him. Her passage was flooded with warmth as he joined her, climaxing inside of her. They both collapsed on to the bed, one large quivering mass. Jenna took large gulps of air trying to fill her lungs, the stomach

  cincher and their sexual exertion made her breathing arduous. Her trainer disconnected their bodies, held her in his arms for a

  moment before turning her to face him. She saw the shock in his eyes. "What?" she asked, her heart still racing from the sexual experience. "Your hair is out and your masked is off," his words barely above a

  whisper. Raising an anxious hand to her face, she confirmed his words. Acting on impulse, Jenna shoved him away from her and launched herself from the bed. Running to the hook, she grabbed her coat and fled the room.

  Behind her, she could hear him calling out, but her cluttered mind filled with thoughts of escape. She continued to move. Minutes before she stepped out into the vacant dark street she remembered to put her coat on.

  Five

  It was Monday, and she was finally back at home after being at Natalie's house. She only needed to check on the place once a day while her friend was out of town with a client, but Jenna didn't want to be at her own home; too afraid someone she knew might've observed her exiting the coffee shop and would discover what she'd been up to over the past three days. The one night she was supposed to go out and experience something new, possibly get laid, turned into a disaster. Her feelings got involved. If she'd told her trainer, he probably would've laughed at her. She couldn't expect him to feel the same.

  Setting her briefcase on the console table by the door, she stepped over to her curtains and pulled them open, allowing the evening sun to flood her living room. Kicking her work heels off, she sank her feet into the welcoming carpet and headed to her kitchen to consider what she wanted for dinner. Diiiiing-dong. Almost reaching her destination, Jenna turned and headed back to the door wondering if it were Ms. Hanover coming by to fill her in about the events of the weekend. She didn't doubt the old woman noted her absence.

  Pulling the door open, she froze. "Mr. Douglas, what are you doing here?"

  Instead of his traditional brown and tan uniform, he stood on her mat in grey slacks and a black Polo shirt. Jenna couldn't deny, even though she'd not been thinking about him over the last few days while her trainer occupied her mind, the sight of him still turned her on. After all the orgasms she'd experienced during those two nights, she wondered how her sex was already beginning to swell.

  "Hello, Miss. Taylor. I'm here because I needed to bring you something that belongs to you."

  Leaning against her doorjamb, she presented him with a sweet smile noticing the yellow envelope he held down by his side. "That was thoughtful of you, but you didn't have to do it on your day off."

  "What I have is of a personal nature and best delivered outside of work."

  Now he'd piqued her interest. "Oh." Was it possible he would finally ask her out? Passing the envelope to her, he said, "Open it." She noticed the directness of Malcolm's voice, that more than the sight of him intrigued and aroused her. Jenna could see how being around her trainer started a spark within her now that ignited with the slightest provocation of dominance.

  Taking a deep breath, she calmed her raging senses. Obliging Malcolm, she opened the envelope. Seeing something at the bottom of it, she reached inside and withdrew the item. Upon recognition, her hands started to shake. "Where did you get this?" she whispered. He took the final step, aligning his body with hers. "You left it with

  me, my vanilla princess." "Mon entraîneur?" Jenna reached out her hand, to his face and

  glided her fingers along his chocolate skin. "Yes, little one. Are you going to let me in or will we add

  exhibitionist to your number three list?" Giggling, she stepped back allowing him into her house. When he kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot, his

  forcefulness caused her heart to leap. Dragging her into his arms, he kissed her deep. Willingly, Jenna opened for him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Thrilled by the new discovery she joined him in the oral duel. Gripping the back of his head, she held him against her. They parted, breathing heavy with mounting passion. "Did you know it was me all along?" He shook he head. "No. Even as much as I fantasized that the newbie was you. Since she wasn't you, as much as I liked her, I couldn't bring myself to offer a meeting with her outside of the Den. Although, every time you bit into that sexy bottom lip of yours, it should have clued me in. I didn't know until I saw these wild curls loose and your face," he confessed running his hand through her hair.

  "Malcolm, I've wanted you for so long. All those books I ordered were just so I could see you everyday in hopes you would ask me out." She ran her hands over his broad shoulders, enjoying touching him."But, the last time I saw you and you asked me if I was running a home business. My heart broke."

  "It was at that moment my heart opened up. I thought it wasn't possible that you felt the same way about me as I did for you. For months, my boss has been trying to get me to be district manager, but I kept putting him off because I wanted to see you everyday." "Why didn't you say something?" Sliding a finger down the side of her face, he continued, "Now, you know my fetish. Imagine if I'd have taken you out on a date and then at the end of it asked if I could tie you up and spank." Jenna flushed. "I guess you have a point." "As well as a mean erection." He ground his hard cock into her

  pelvis. "Mon entraîneur, how would you like me to take care of it? Mouth,

  ass, hand or—" He kissed her fiercely, silencing her. Walking her back towards her couch he said, "I want to hold you and see your eyes while I'm inside of you. Therefore, I suggest we utilize the good'ole missionary position." "Wait. You didn't give me my safe-word," she informed him. "Love," he told her as he pulled his shirt over his head, baring his

  chest to her. "Love?" "Yes, little one. It will always keep us safe in each others arms." "Yes, it will," she concurred reaching under her skirt and removing

  her grey panties. He groaned when he saw the color. The soft cushions of the couch greeted her back as Malcolm laid her

  down. Wiggling, she pushed her skirt up around her waist. Malcolm's weight came down on her as she wrapped her legs

  around his hips. A sharp intake of breath alerted Jenna to someone standing outside of her window. She and Malcolm turned their heads and spied Ms. Hanover peeping into her house from the sidewalk. There was no doubt the old woman could see them clearly. The older woman had the eyes of an eagle.

  "Guess we will be adding exhibition to the list." Refocusing on Malcolm, Jenna surrounded his shoulders with her arms. She had no desire to cease what they'd started.

  "I hope she enjoys it as much as we do." He reached between, placing his cock at the opening of her pussy.

  "That's just not possible, Mon Maître." She li
fted her hips, pushing him into her wet heat.

  Jenna watched Malcolm's eyes light up at her endearment of calling him Master.

  About the Author

  Yvette Hines loves romance and writing it is one of her greatest pleasures in life outside of her husband and two children. Her belief in happily ever after began when she was sixteen and started reading romance books. Now as an erotic romance author, she tries to show that every woman no matter color, age, shape or size deserves a high level of passion in her life. Residing in Virginia with her family, she is an avid member of Chesapeake Romance Writers. She loves to hear from her readers: sasseyvettehines@yahoo.com or visit her at http://SASSEYvette-Hines .blogspot.com.

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