by Megan Fields
“Strip… Slowly.” I command. He reaches for the top button of his shirt and starts undoing them slowly. My teeth dig into my bottom lip, as I see his chest revealed. His body has changed a lot since I last saw it; he’s so toned and tight, that I want to lick and bite him all over. Unsnapping his jeans he pushes them along with his boxers to the floor; slipping out of his shoes and kicking them off, he stands before me naked. His cock juts out and is unbelievably hard and I lick my lips in anticipation. “Come here.” He walks toward me and stops before reaching me. I stop rubbing my clit and put my finger to my mouth to lick the juices off. I see fire in his eyes and I know he wants to taste me. “All in good time.” He looks amazed that I read his mind, but I will soon know more about what he’s thinking, what he wants and what he likes than he does as I learn his body. Turning my gaze to his cock, I gesture him forward until he’s within licking distance. “Do you know how much I want to suck your cock? I've had dreams about this cock, this perfect hard cock.” I lick the tip once and he groans. Along with the changes in his body, his penis also looks bigger. It’s a good 8 inches and is not too wide. I love a good size dick that I can take down the back of my throat.
“Please, Mistress.” He begs. I slap his ass and he jumps.
“I did not ask you to beg, nor did I tell you, you could talk.” He looks down as I take his cock in my hands and rub it back and forth. “This cock is mine Jack. All mine and I will do what I want with it. What you need to understand is that your orgasms belong to me. They are my gift to you and I will give or withhold them for my pleasure.” His breathing becomes ragged as I continue to stroke it back and forth. It feels so good and I’m dying to taste it, but this is not about me. I need to let him acclimatize to being a submissive. It won't be easy for him and I need to go slow. “Jack...” His eyes are shut tight and he opens them to look at me.
“Yes, Mistress.” He says gruffly.
“On your knees.” I command. “You have permission to talk, but only to ask questions.” He gets down in front of me and I reach out to touch his arm. “Lift your arm.” He lifts it, so I can see his tattoo. It’s in a gorgeous script style and readsEFB. My eyes widen, as they meet his. I can’t believe he got my initials tattooed on his body. I trace my fingers over it, and then lean into kiss it. Pulling back, I look at him. “Kiss me.”
He swallows hard. “May I touch you Mistress?” I consider his request. I’d normally say no, but he must be going out of his mind with wanting.
“Yes.” I whisper. He reaches his hand to my cheek and slowly runs his hand around the back of my neck. His touch sears my skin and he presses his lips against mine gently. My heart rate is pounding and my lips tingle from his kiss, as he pulls back and looks in my eyes. That look alone could cause global warming. He presses his mouth more roughly against mine and I part my lips to accept his tongue, which he thrusts inside. He caresses my tongue in a slow dance that sends shivers down my spine. His grip on my neck tightens and his other hand moves to my lower back to pull me in close. I reach up and do what I've wanted to do since I ran into him in the coffee house. Pulling his hair tightly, he growls at me. Devouring me. Breaking away, I put my hands on his upper arms feeling his muscles flex beneath me. “Let me go.” I command. He reluctantly drops his arms down to his sides and I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I can’t remember the last time I let go of myself like that.
I lounge back against the sofa. “Take my panties off.” Jack peels them down my legs and grazes me with his nails. I inhale sharply and then tut at him. “I think you deserve some punishment for that little move Jack, don’t you?”
He bows his head. “As you wish, Mistress.” He replies. I spread my legs wide and run my fingers up the inside of my thighs. My touch is driving me crazy, let alone what Jacks touch could do to me.
“You want to taste me don’t you Jack?”
“Yes, Mistress.” He looks up at me longingly, hopeful.
“You can kiss and lick from here to here,” I say, pointing from my knees to just before my pussy, “But no further. Understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Jack leans down and looks me in the eye as he presses his lips to my inner left thigh. I stifle a moan. Fuck his mouth should be illegal. He proceeds to kiss and lick me voraciously and as he reaches my core, I’m not sure if this is my punishment or his. Getting closer to my wet pussy, he moves to my right thigh. As he does so, I feel his breath on my wet clit and I arch my back off the seat. He makes his way along my right thigh and I push my hand into his hair. When he reaches my knee I pull his hair hard, dragging him up to my mouth where I kiss him fiercely. I can feel his cock against my centre and my hips undulate of their own accord, sliding his cock up and down my clit. He pants roughly and his grip on the sofa is so hard, his knuckles are turning white.
I break the kiss and push against his chest, making him sit back on his knees. I so want this moment to last, but I don’t think either of us can be blamed for losing control. “Stand up.” I ask. He stands up shakily and I grab his ass, pulling him toward me. Holding his incredibly hard cock in my hand, I kiss the tip, licking the bead of pre come off. I gently take his cock into my mouth for the first time. I’d never had the confidence to do this for him when we were younger. It’s like steel encased in silk and tastes delicious. I move my hand in time with my mouth and Jack is moaning loudly. I can see his hands fisted at his thighs.
“El-Mistress, you are going to make me come.” He strains to say the words and I feel his cock get impossibly bigger and as he is about to explode, I deep throat him. “OH. MY. GOD!” He exclaims, as he pumps his semen down my throat. I growl my pleasure, knowing that he will feel the vibration. His cock fits my mouth perfectly and I love the feel of his come sliding down my throat. My arms are wrapped around his upper thighs and as he comes down from his orgasm they start to shake a little. Pulling back, I look up his body to see a sheen of sweat adorning his chest.
“Sit down.” He stumbles onto the sofa and his head is rested on the back of it looking up at the ceiling. I straddle him and kiss and lick his throat. “How was that?” I ask in between kisses.
He looks up at me. “Amazing Mistress…” It sounded like he wanted to say something else, but he stopped.
“What is it?”
“It’s nothing, I just... I’ve never experienced deep throat and I wanted to touch you badly.” I feel thrilled that I was the first person to deep throat him and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
“If you want to touch me, all you have to do is ask.” I feel his cock stirring beneath me and I grind against it. “Mind you I can’t guarantee I will approve your request and I may just have to punish you if you don’t have permission to talk.”
“Permission to touch you, Mistress?” He asks, his hands hovering by my sides.
“Yes.” I groan, as his hands glide up my back, but when he drags his nails back down, I throw my head back. “Jesus Christ.” He leans forward and places kisses across my clavicle and I rest my hands on his shoulders. I’m still grinding my pussy against his cock and every so often it almost enters me. “Jack… I need… I’m clear of all diseases. I was tested three months ago and haven’t had sex with anyone in a year.” I pull his face to meet mine. “I want there to be nothing between us.”
“I’m clear. I was tested before I came back and I haven’t been with anyone in six months.” I let go of his face and grab hold of the back of the sofa. He places his hands on my breasts and rubs his thumbs over my nipples.
“Harder.” I demand. He pinches one of my nipples between his finger and thumb and I hiss. He quickly laves it with his tongue and I smile down at him.
“Like that Mistress?” He asks sweetly.
“Yes. Bite them as well.” He raises an eyebrow in surprise. I’m sure biting isn’t a first for him, but seeing as how the one time we had sex, it was soft and gentle, this will be completely unknown to him. My hands move up and into his hair, as he moves over to my other ni
pple. Licking it softly, before biting it hard, he sucks it into his mouth taking away the sting of the bite. I grab his hair roughly and reach my hand down to his waiting cock, placing it at my entrance.
“Keep your eyes open.” I command. He looks me in the eye, as I slowly lower myself onto his cock. Oh my god he’s big. We both barely manage not to close our eyes. Once he’s fully sheathed I stay still to acclimatize to his size.
“You’re so tight.” He says, quickly adding “Mistress,” and gripping my hips hard. I begin to lift my ass up and down, sliding his cock in and out of me. Feeling skin against skin is incredible.
“Jack I’ve never…” He silences me with a kiss. I’ve never gone bare with anyone consensually and I’m glad that my first time is with Jack.
“Jack I need you to place your hands on the back of the sofa.” I see confusion register on his face, but he does as I ask. I can’t explain it, but I’ve never been able to come through penetrative sex, with someone touching me since I was raped. Raking my nails down his chest, he hisses and as I start to pick up speed, I can tell he’s getting closer. Cupping his face roughly in my hands, I kiss him hard and slam my pussy down on his cock, feeling my orgasm build. As I continue, he starts to buck up in to me and this throws me over the edge. I scream out as the orgasm hits me full force and I bite down on his shoulder. As my pussy tightens around his cock I feel his come bathe my inner walls and he grunts as his cock pulses inside me.
“Fuck” He says, as he breathes out harshly. I slow down and grind against him, riding out both our orgasms; kissing him softly, I run my fingers down his cheek.
My legs are a little shaky as I stand up, but I try to hide it and slip into the bathroom to clean up. When I return a few minutes later in a robe, Jack is dressed and has poured us both a drink.
We sit in silence for a while, but it’s not awkward. I feel completely comfortable and as Jack finishes his drink, he looks over at me. He still hasn’t said anything and I realise it may be because I haven’t ended the scene.
“Jack, the scene is over. You’re free to speak.”
He sighs and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I wasn’t sure.” He says smirking at me. “This is all so new to me, Ella.”
“I know. Part of my responsibility to you as a Domme is to make sure you’re okay. Aftercare is very important, so we should talk about what just happened.” It seems so weird to talk like this. I’ve never talked like this with any of my boyfriend’s let alone Jack. It’s one of the things I love about a Dom/sub relationship and it helps make me feel safe to know that the person I’m with is bound to being honest with me.
“Okay. Well that was... HOT.” He says smiling at me. I smile back at him and am doing cartwheels inside. “Who’d have thought having a woman be in control would be so damned sexy.” He confesses.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. You don’t know how many times in the last few weeks that I’ve dreamt of doing something like this with you. Was there anything you didn’t like though, or that you have any questions about? I wanted to start out slowly and need to know for the future, if there’s anything you’re concerned about.”
He shakes his head at me and then opens his mouth to say something. “Why couldn’t I touch you when you had your orgasm?”
I hate bringing this up now, as I know the mood will change. “I haven’t been able to orgasm through penetrative sex with someone touching me, since I was raped.” I look over to Jack and he looks furious, but he controls his temper.
“Maybe I can change that.” He states, as he stands and grabs his jacket.
“I wouldn’t count on it.” I mutter. I look at my phone to see its well after three in the morning. “We better get going.” We leave my office and the club is still in full swing. It’s weird going from the peace and tranquillity of my office to a bustling bar. I say good night to Tony as we head out the door and grab a taxi back to my apartment. Jack takes my hand in his and I smile at him. It’s been a long time since I’ve held someone’s hand. Well as long as you discount me holding them down to restrain them.
We reach my place and enter the foyer. Standing on the first step I’m eye level with Jack and he reaches his hands around my waist and tugs me close to him.
“I had an amazing night Ella.” He leans in and places a kiss on my jaw line. I can feel myself wanting more, but I shut it down. I almost moan, as his teeth graze my neck.
“Look, why don’t we take this slow?” He nods and places his forehead against mine.
“Okay. Now if you could just communicate that to my nether regions, then that’d be great.” I chuckle, as I feel his cock hardening between us. “How about I pick you up tomorrow around eleven-thirty and we can take a drive somewhere nice?” He asks stepping back and leaving me wanting. Hang on; aren’t I supposed to be the one in control?
“Okay.” I try to sound unaffected by the loss of him. I head up the stairs, looking back down at him watching me. “Night, Jack.”
“Night, Mistress.” He says as he opens the door and leaves. I stare at the door as it closes behind him. God damn its hot when he calls me that.
Chapter 13
Jack
The sound of my alarm going off pulls me out of my slumber and I hit the snooze button. Its 9 o’clock and I want to get out for a run this morning, before I pick up Ella. Thinking of her brings a smile to my face and I think back to last night. “Harder” I can almost hear her voice commanding me to pinch her nipples. I can’t believe she’s a Mistress. I never thought of myself being submissive in any way and I still don’t to a degree. Izzy told me something last night, when she was explaining a few things to me.
“You’re the one in control Jack.”
“What do you mean? Surely being the submissive means I don’t have control?” I look at her confused. I’d gone to the club that afternoon to talk to her about Ella.
“Ella may have control over the way things happen and what goes on between you, but you have control. You need to figure out your limits. The safe words are there for a reason Jack. This way you’re the one in control. If you don’t want something to happen, then it won’t.”
I don’t quite understand everything yet, but what I do know is that Ella taking control was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I swing my legs out of bed and feel a few familiar aches. I grin like a Cheshire cat. Maybe she fucked me that hard, so I’d feel it today. Make me remember her and only her. God at this rate, I’m going to need a cold shower before I go for a run.
When I pick Ella up, she’s waiting outside for me looking very summery in a yellow skirt. The weather’s supposed to be good today and the temperature’s already rising. I pull up next to her, and as she slides into the car, I feel ridiculously excited to see her. She leans over and plants a feather soft kiss on my lips.
“Good morning.” She has a huge smile on her face, which is infectious.
“Good morning. Where would you like to go today?” I ask.
“How about we head down to the New Forest? It’s only an hour and a half away. We could be there by one o’clock.” She suggests.
“Do you need to work tonight?”
“No. Why?”
“How about we don’t come home tonight?” Suddenly she looks a little lost “It’s okay, we don’t have to stay the night. It was just an idea.” I place my hand on her knee and she smiles half-heartedly at me.
“Better get a move on then, otherwise we’ll never get there.” She jests. I start the car and head for the motorway, which will take us the majority of the way.
After a few minutes she starts digging around in her purse. “What’re you looking for?” I ask amused at the things she’s pulling out. Hairbrush, make-up, tissues, wallet... Why do women carry so much stuff around?
“You’re going to love this.” Suddenly she pulls out a tape. “I didn’t know if you’d have a tape player in here, but I’m glad you do.” She laughs and pushes the tape in. Suddenly with a little hiss, a song starts t
o play.
I look at her in shock. “This is the mix-tape I made you.” ‘Girlfriend’ by N-Sync is playing. “Oh, my god. I can’t believe you still have this.” I laugh, shaking my head. She sings to the song a little and I love how care free she’s being.
“I love this tape. Why would I get rid of it? There are some classic songs on here.” Just then ‘Gotta Get Thru This’ by Daniel Bedingfield starts to play and I can’t help but sing along as well. God this takes me back to the year we dated.
An hour and a half later and all sung out, we finally arrive in Lyndhurst, in the New Forest. The heat’s really picked up and I leave my jacket in the car as we walk to a local pub for lunch. As we sit down in the pub garden, having placed our order, I decide to just take the bull by the horns and talk about what Ella expects from me being a submissive. Doing a Wikipedia search last night had brought up so much information, it had left me feeling overwhelmed.
“Ella, we need to talk about me being a submissive.”
Ella
I’m a little shocked by Jack’s bluntness. I did ask him to be honest and truthful with me though and if he has questions, I’m glad he’s not afraid to ask.
I take a sip of my drink. “What would you like to know?”
“Well I did a search last night to be honest.”
“It freaked you out?”
“I wouldn’t say freaked me out. I guess I just want to know what you expect of me and what limits we’re going to set.” I can see he looks concerned. God knows what he found last night, but I’m sure some of the more, shall we say hard core things blew his mind a little, if not a lot.
“It’s not a science Jack. There’s give and take like in any normal relationship. We have to find what works for us and compromise. I’ve never had to go through this with anyone before.”
“Why not?”
“We all have online profiles at the club and you search for someone like-minded. Obviously there’s some form of communication between you both and aftercare is very important, but for the majority, both parties are on the same page.”