The Shameless Submissive
Book 1
Toying with Tara
Smashwords Edition
By
Nell Henderson
Copyright – Nell Henderson 2013
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, some places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
“Here – let me get that down for you,” a deep, masculine voice offered from behind her.
Tara felt a hot flush of embarrassment as the man took the box from the high shelf and put it in her hands.
“Take it out – have a good look,” he added. “You can’t buy something like that without giving it close inspection,” he confirmed knowledgeably.
God – this was awful – she’d only come into the sex shop for a browse and now here she was with some hunk of a guy urging her to take a damn good look at a huge, shocking pink vibrator!
She coughed and fumbled momentarily with the flap on the box. She really was way outside her comfort zone now. She’d no idea what had possessed her to come in here in the first place. Well actually – if she was brutally honest with herself - she had. She’d come in here out of sheer desperation and that was all Gareth’s fault.
“It’s our deluxe model,” he informed her smoothly while gently moving her hand out of way so he could delve inside the box and lift the object out. “As you can see it really is very large,” he told her his dark eyes twinkling with unspoken promise. “And there are four settings from slow to fast,” he added informatively. “Something to suit most women, even the most discerning,” he smiled.
What did he mean by that? That he thought her choosey or even worse insatiable or something? Tara blinked and looked at the bright pink facsimile of the penis in front of her face and wondered what to do next. She was really tempted to stroke it or go at it with her tongue – lick on it like an ice cream. God things were really bad, she realised.
He was holding it out to her by the base, well by a very realistic set of balls really – and offering it to her like it was nothing more than a can of beans or a pack of biscuits.
Tara glanced up briefly – she didn’t want to catch his eye - she knew her face was still blazing. And to make matters worse he was so very good looking. He was tall, broad shouldered and impeccably dressed. She shivered. Why did he have to be so gorgeous and look as sexy as hell in that expensive dark suit he was wearing? Why did he have to be so damned fanciable, she cursed her heart all of a flutter?
“The material it’s made of is hypoallergenic,” he clarified. “And it feels just like real skin – run your fingers over it - feel,” he offered moving it closer to her hands.
He was just so matter of fact – so completely at ease with all this and that was so very far away from where Tara was right now.
She held out a hand and before she could stop herself her fingers were delicately swirling over the large, bulbous head stopping only to insert a polished red tipped finger nail gently into the generous slit down its centre. Tara smiled to herself as she heard him sigh and catch his breath. Could it be that she was turning him on? Was he imagining her doing this to him, she wondered and wishing she could. But that was a stupid thought – she’d only just met this guy and he was so damn hot he was way out of her league.
God this would feel so good, she thought picturing herself alone in her flat. She’d bathe then stretch out naked on her bed lift up her legs, bend her knees then spread her thighs wide and insert it – all the way up. She flushed again – the image she’d just painted inside her head had made her panties warm and moist.
She was still fingering the thing almost absent minded as the fantasy continued. She applied a little more pressure and ran her fingers up and down the shaft several times feeling every nodule and ridge. How good it would it feel pulsating away up there, she bit on her lower lip. She had to have it – try it out but then with a nervous little shake she almost dropped it. She could hardly believe she was actually considering this.
“So realistic - a work of art – don’t you think?” He asked moving her delicate fingers and arranging them around the shaft so she could hold it steadily. “But bigger than most I would say. A good deal thicker than the average penis, I’m sure you’d agree.”
Tara finally looked up into his face – what had he said – realistic – thicker than most? Well that was certainly true because she’d never met a man with a cock as fabulous and promising as this one. But what was she doing – she was stood here virtually jerking the thing off in front of him.
“It’s a present,” she lied. “For a friend of mine.”
“Well she can’t fail to be pleased then, can she,” he parried not sure whether to believe her or not. He’d watched her closely – he liked her style. The way she’d handled and stroked the mock phallus had aroused him. She had an expertise he’d like to sample – to nurture – and an innocence he’d like to exploit.
“Your friend is very fortunate to have you think about her in this way,” he smiled. “Is she a very special friend – perhaps a lover,” he asked with a slight frown knowing that would be a great disappointment.
“Oh good heavens no!” Tara exclaimed. This was going from bad to worse – now he thought she was gay. “She’s just hinted that she’d like to experiment a little, that’s all,” she flustered.
“And do you like to experiment too?” He asked with a smirk across his handsome face and positive now that the vibrator was for her. “Why not turn it on – feel it throb against your hand,” he instructed. “Then you’ll get a better idea of the effect it has when inserted deep into the vagina.”
Had he really just said that! He was still smiling and still watching her. Tara felt compelled to do as he’d said and pressed the button on the base feeling it buzz to life. It pulsed beautiful and its tip did a wonderful little circling movement – it would feel quite wonderful inside her she was sure.
“Perhaps you’d like to try it out for real,” he whispered coming in closer. “It is allowed – we have a special room.” He paused and his deep brown eyes flicked towards a door on the other side of the shop. “A room with a chair and quite private. If that’s what you’d like,” he added.
Try it out – she blushed again. No way could she do that here – what did he think she was? But was he right? People always recommended that you try before you buy. But perhaps not with items from a shop like this, she reminded herself. But could she – could she really go with this gorgeous man into a private room and use the thing? Once she’d finished and returned to the shop he’d know exactly what she’d done with it – where she’d used it. She was having enough trouble looking him in the face now so there was no chance she could simply walk back to the till hand it to him, after where it had been, and pay for the thing. But on the other hand she wasn’t planning on coming in here again. And there was the fact that this man had worked some sort of magic on her body and she was desperate – very wet and really craving for sexual release.
“I can tell you’re tempted,” he whispered again. “Perhaps you’d like some help?”
Tara gulped – what on earth did he mean by that? Surely not that he’d insert it for her she thought her eyes flying to his temptingly sexy ones?
“There is no need for embarrassment,” he said taking her arm and guiding her towards that door. “I am the soul of discretion and I can instruct you on the best way to use it.”
So yes – that’s exactly what he has in mind Tara realised. There was a strange electricity flashing around her lower belly as she allowed him to lead her across the shop floor then waited with growing impat
ience while he undid the door with a key he took from his jacket pocket. Her entire body was tingling now with raging excitement – a raw hot excitement she’d not felt before. She felt helpless – caught in some sort of sexual trap - yet paradoxically she was so eager to do this – to feel his hands on her. She was enjoying this man’s attentions too much and she realised guiltily that she didn’t want this to stop any time soon.
The room was only dimly lit and he didn’t seem to want to switch on any more lights.
“Isn’t it a little dark in here,” she asked almost bumping into something.
“Indeed it is - a lot darker than you think, Miss Hurst,” he replied with a low chuckle. “You know we sell the standard range of sex toys but what you might not know is we also sell a range of bondage – bdsm equipment as well,” he smiled. “I could show you,” he offered.
Tara felt an odd sort of tingle – the vibrator was one thing but bondage – well that took things into a completely different realm.
“I don’t know – that’s not really what I want.”
“Have you ever tried it, Miss Hurst? Have you ever let a man tie you down and have absolute sexual control over your body?” He asked watching her nervously fiddle with that perfect blonde hair. “In expert hands that delightful place you have between your thighs can be the source of intense pleasure or the most exquisite pain,” he told her with that sexy enticement back in his deep voice.
That delightful place – Tara felt funny little shivers snake their way all through her sex.
She gasped – no she had never considered anything but straight sex but if he kept this up she was likely to cum just listening to him. She could well imagine him wanting this sort of kinky stuff though. Him in charge - controlling her - controlling both her pleasure and her pain – that sweet pain he’d talked about. Could she let him do that could she really give him absolute control? If only Gareth wasn’t so inept – so boring and selfish in the bedroom she’d never have been in this predicament.
“Come – I’ll show you one or two things.” He took her hand and led her to a set of shelves against one of the walls. “We not only stock the standard stuff but like I said we have our elite range too - whips, paddles and, of course crops. We have chains, cuffs and manacles and a whole host of other stuff that can be used to inflict that exquisite pain I told you about.” He spoke so enthusiastically. He handled the objects with such sensuous pleasure as he described – as delicately as he could – what each barbarous little object could do.
Tara shuddered. Why – she wondered did the pain have to be inflicted down there – between the legs.
“None of this seems suitable for a present,” she decided at length. “Perhaps we should go back into the shop,” she suggested feeling hopelessly out of her depth.
“I wasn’t thinking about the present for your … friend,” he grinned. “I was thinking more about you - about your needs and what you might like to try out.”
“You think I want a man to use something like this on me?” She asked incredulously grabbing a crop and holding it aloft.
“Yes I most certainly do, Miss Hurst,” he replied in that irritating matter of fact tone he could use. “I think you desire that very much, whether you realise it or not. And a lot more besides and I think you know that very well.”
“Well you’re wrong – I want to see the manager – I’m going to report you for harassment!”
“I am the manager – so tell me – what is it you want,” he asked. “Do we leave – I’ll wrap that for you,” he said nodding at the vibrator he placed on the shelf. “Or do we stay in here a little longer? I will happily demonstrate what bdsm is all about for you,” he offered with a nod towards the shelf of diabolical treats.
“And you will dominate – you will be in charge?” Tara asked hesitantly. “But what if I don’t like something you do – what if it hurts too much?”
“To be totally fulfilling it does have to hurt a little bit but then the orgasm that follows is far more satisfying.
Orgasm – oh yes please, she shivered.
“But this is your first time – so I’ll go easy,” he agreed with a nod. “And yes – I will dominate. You will be the sub – submissive and in time you will enjoy it immensely and submit like a willing slave to my every sexual whim – every punishment I choose to dole out,” he teased running a gentle finger down her cheek. “Do you like the sound of that, Miss Hurst?” He asked going for her mouth with his own and kissing her hard. “Am I making you horny and wet between the legs yet?”
Yes he was – very much so and it was all because of that word - punishments! Spoken from his lips it made her body tingle with desire and between her thighs had become a slick, wet heat. She was ablaze with a wanton need and ached to be taken. Just looking at him standing there – appraising her with those eyes – in that suit made her pussy throb and clench in a way that was new and explosive.
The truth was she’d be more than happy to let him dominate her – in fact, thinking about it, she was far too eager to let him show her exactly what he was talking about and to and use her anyway he wanted. What was happening to her? Why now and why him? She puzzled.
“You must make up your mind,” he decided checking his wristwatch. “What is it to be? Are you simply going to purchase the vibrator or do you want to try an altogether new and delightful experience?” He watched her and waited. She wanted to – he knew it – he could even smell her arousal it was so strong. “This must seem a little strange to you,” he smiled. “I mean it’s not like trying on a new frock or some other item of clothing is it, Miss Hurst?”
“Please call me Tara – and yes all this is a little surreal,” she blushed. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this – actually considering it,” she flustered. “It might be better all round if I just pay for the thing and go,” she decided as he scanned her body from head to toe in a rather predatory fashion.
“Well Miss Hurst,” he continued ignoring her request to use her first name. “I don’t think that’s a good idea at all. In fact I think we should just get started.”
He was leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets and looking so damned hot – a lot hotter than any male had the right to look with her in this state. How long had it been since Gareth had graced her body with an erection stiff enough to penetrate her? She asked herself – or that being the case had been able to last long enough so that she could climax too? Far too long and that was the problem.
But now there was him – Mr Expert – or was it ‘Sexpert’ she giggled – nerves getting the better of her, she realised trying to cover her face. “Sorry,” she grinned. “I just thought of something funny.”
“Laughing at me now are you, Miss Hurst? Find this amusing do you?” His face fell – hardened and his eyes glinted with an icy sharpness she’d not noticed before. “Perhaps I will enjoy chastising you – perhaps you are in need of correction and I will have to punish you well – so well you will not dare to make fun of me in the future.”
The words were delivered with a firm harshness that thrilled her to the very core. Tara shuddered – she hoped he’d be just as commanding when he took her.
“No, you’ve got it wrong – I wasn’t laughing at you – far from it,” she explained contritely. “You’ve been very helpful – you’ve – well opened up a whole new area for me to think about.”
“In that case slip your knickers off, Miss Hurst,” he ordered. “Then hitch up that short, tight skirt of yours and let me look at you.”
Tara gasped and felt yet another jolt of electricity shoot down her spine. Delicious, delightful electricity that ended up dancing a jig around her belly before settling on her clitoris and making her juices run even more. She was mesmerised. Such directness – such command – he was just like she’d known he would be. His voice was deep but there was an edge – bossy – and there was possibly a cruel tone in there too. She loved it – it was so very, very sexy and she couldn’t wait.
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bsp; Tara smiled to herself - a slow, sensuous little smile that lit up her lovely face as she re-played his words in her head. Slip your knickers off. She flicked her long, blonde hair from her shoulders – she didn’t need telling twice. Licking her lips she dipped down and tugged at the waistband of her panties then shimmied out of the flimsy black, lace and threw them to the floor. Then slowly walking towards him she began to haul up her skirt, bunching it around her waist.
He watched her approach him – naked from the waist down except for black, lace topped hold up stockings and shiny high heels. She was delightful and he was looking forward to this. His dark eyes swept over her loving what they saw then finally they settled their interested gaze on the triangle between her thighs. She had a good figure with round hips and shapely legs. Her pussy mound was smooth, the slit between her labia was well defined and he could see that those erotic lips were already dusky and swollen - practically begging to be pleasured.
What next Tara wondered as the heat between her legs flamed to new heights? What would he do – how would he use her? Would he use the vibrator or would he fuck her instead, or perhaps both she thought with gasp? She closed her eyes hoping so and whimpered as her arousal became unstoppable and all consuming. He was divine and all she wanted now was for him to lay her down naked and spread eagled and take her. She wanted him to do all those deliciously dirty things to her that men liked to do while she moaned and writhed and finally climaxed like never before.
“My chair,” he said rolling it forward on its castors and nodding for her to sit. “I’m going to tilt it right back and I suggest you place your legs one over each arm,” he smirked taking both her wrists. “I’m going to restrain you, Miss Hurst,” he told her. “I don’t want you spoiling my fun by struggling and unfortunately you will want to,” he smirked again.
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