Seduce Me (The Heart Series)

by Angela Estienne

  “Yes I have got a house up for rent, are you interested?” Yes, yes, yes, I couldn’t believe my luck.

  “Yes, I wonder if I could take a look around, if that’s all right with you?” I hope it’s not a dump. She didn’t look like a lady who would lease an untidy house. Let’s hope this is my lucky day.

  “If you can give me forty-five minutes, I’ll be happy to show you around, I have to wait for my husband to get back from the cash ‘n’ carry.” I felt my tummy doing back flips.

  “That would be wonderful, thank you Mrs Chambers,” I said. I was starting to relax a bit. It wasn’t as scary as I had imagined it to be.

  “There is a coffee shop four shops down on the left. I will meet you in there.” I nodded my head in agreement. So off I went to the coffee shop to wait for her.

  As I entered I went straight to the counter, I suppose I had better eat something. I ordered a bacon sandwich with a coffee. I took a seat near the window. I hated staying still for longer than five–minutes. It gave me too much time to think about Greg. My mind took me back to when he first proposed the submissive/dominant relationship to me. It was after we had got engaged. It was my turn to drive to his place. I had no idea this was on the cards. He had cooked dinner for when I arrived, it went down a treat. We sat at the kitchen table, finishing our drinks.

  “Jasmine?” He said. He had a twinkle in his eye.

  “Yes Greg,” I replied. I honestly thought I knew what was coming next, but how wrong I was.

  “I have an unusual request to make to you.” Now this sounded strange.

  “Ok, what is that then?”

  “You know when I was at college?”

  “Yes.”

  “One of the guys I used to go with took me out to a ‘party’ one night, but as I found out this was no ordinary party.”

  “Ok, you have my attention.”

  “This is really hard to say. I enjoyed what I witnessed.”

  “Ok Greg you have totally lost me with this conversation.”

  “It was a night for new dominants and submissives to meet each other and have a small taster session, well sort of. I really got turned on by my introduction, and I wondered if you would like to be my submissive?” I burst out laughing, but he was deadly serious.

  “Sorry Greg, I thought you were joking. I will need to know more about it. I am not sure about this.” We spent over an hour talking about it, but I still wasn’t convinced I would enjoy such behaviour, but Greg was very persuasive, and I trusted him more than life itself. I actually found being his submissive was a lot of fun.

  I started chuckling to myself as I was eating my bacon sandwich, it was very entertaining. I was never very good at following orders. Greg had been out and bought some black silk fabric, rose massage oil, a riding crop, and handcuffs. He laid them on the bed, and my jaw dropped open.

  “I have been out and bought these items for us, what do you think?” He asked.

  “I don’t know, but I trust you, as long as we are together then nothing else really matters.”

  “That’s my girl.” He walked up to me, placed the palm of his hand on the side of my neck and kissed me tenderly.

  “Now is there anything you don’t want me to do to you?”

  “I don’t know. I can’t think of anything in particular. I suppose we will only know if you do it.” He was the only lover I had ever had, so I was pretty novice at anything but vanilla.

  “Ok then sweet pea, we are going to need a safe word.” He explained to me what it was all about, it was hard to think of a word you know would have to be used if things got out of hand, or I didn’t like it. I chose the word yellow, for some reason.

  “Let the games begin,” he said.

  Straight away I started to undress for him, unfastening my button to my tight jeans and shimmy them down my legs, he watched intently and then told me to stop when they were resting at my ankles.

  “You are mine to undress today sweet pea.” With that, he lifted each leg up and removed my trousers fully. While I was standing, he started slowly kissing each leg starting with my toes and worked his way up to my inner thighs to my sex, the red French knickers he bought me were now slightly moist, and his nose nuzzled my opening making a line straight to my clitoris through the lace. He took a long deep breath taking in a lung full of my scent “You smell divine I could eat you right now,” he said, with his low husky voice, “but not yet, I have a lot more to savour before the sweet.” He laughed a little, almost taunting me as he knew I was powerless to command him. Slowly he unbuttoned my top kissing my naked flesh as he travelled up to my sensitive breasts. My nipples were erect, yearning for some stimulation. I never thought getting undressed could be so erotic.

  He slowly removed the rest of my clothes, trailing feather light kisses on my skin as he went, he was stroking my skin softly with his fingertips. It was so sensual. I was damp and eager. He placed a cushion on the floor, and then he told me to drop to my knees, so I did as he asked. I was shivering with anticipation. It was all new and exciting. The thought of the unknown was such an aphrodisiac. He then instructed me to open my mouth. I couldn’t stop laughing. Greg could never command me in a tone I took seriously, he told me to stand and put my hands on the bed, but I couldn’t stop giggling. I could sense he wasn’t happy with me, he guided me to the correct position, he then spread my legs slightly and bent me over. He told me that laughing was disrespectful and I needed to be taught a lesson. Bring it on. I thought.

  He was never a mean or nasty man, but I knew I hadn’t taken the game seriously enough. He showed me the riding crop before disappearing out of view. He then to my surprise struck my arse with the riding crop, oh wow that stung, but not too much. He gently ran the riding crop over my naked back, letting the leather tease my skin, causing goose bumps to form. He then struck me again on the opposite cheek. I felt a very strange burning sensation radiating from my arse. He ran the crop between my legs and around my outer lips. He rubbed it slowly back and forth, it was thrilling, and to my surprise, I was even more aroused by this strange new game of his. A little more friction would have tipped my body over the edge. I wanted more. He removed it and struck my arse again, then again. I felt a warm glow running through my body. He then tenderly stroked and placed soft kisses on the affected areas. I was surprised at how turned on I felt, I was already moist, but now I was dripping. Then I was slightly worried it had turned me on, how could this be normal? How could pain turn me on? It was very baffling.

  I felt a warm fuzzy sensations running through my body, so I didn’t pay it anymore thought. Then he instructed me to kneel on the floor and take him. I didn’t laugh this time. He was as turned on as I was by what had happened. I placed one hand on his stomach and one on his penis, I slowly worked my way down his length, nibbling as I went, flicking my tongue around him repeatedly. He heard him take in a sharp breath, which made me smile. I ran my hand up and down his chest. His muscular form was a really big turn on for me. I tugged on his nipple, just enough to leave him with a small, sharp pain running from his nipple to his length. He twitched in my mouth. I pushed my tongue underneath his penis and pushed it up to the roof of my mouth so he could feel every ridge as I took his full length. I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him. I could hear him mumbling. I pulled on his nipple again and gave it a slight twist this time. His breathing increased. It was such a power play. I loved this. I think it was more exciting because I didn’t know what was coming next for me, but I knew how to work Greg’s body to my advantage. I carried on and moved my hand around his back and rested it on one cheek. I dug my nails in, his breath caught in his throat. I did it again to the other cheek, again he gasped for air.

  I knew he couldn’t last much longer. The signs were all there, he was swelling with every passing suck he grew and grew, getting bigger all the time. This only made me work harder. I grabbed his testicles together in my hand, tugging them upwards very lightly, I knew this was the one guaranteed way to finish him of
f. He couldn’t withhold once I pulled on his scrotum. I tasted the salty pre come at the back of my throat, I swallowed it and carried on. I let go of him and placed both of my hands on his arse. I pulled him in and scratched his bum, that was his undoing, he ejaculated in my mouth, it tasted so good. I made him eat loads of pineapple, so his come tasted of it, and to show him my appreciation for eating pineapple, I swallowed every last drop. This was so satisfying, he lifted me up once he had caught his breath and said.

  “Well done sweet pea, I am so proud of you, would you like me to reward you now?”

  “Yes, oh yes, I really want my reward.”

  He laid me down on the bed and handcuffed my hands to the headboard, he placed the blindfold over my eyes and then straddled my body, I could feel the bed dipping at either side of me. He breathed softly on my neck. He started kissing and biting my body. Then he started to massage my body with such care. He went up and down my arms, around my torso, up and down my legs, then he carefully did my feet.

  “How does it feel Jasmine?”

  “Wonderful, don’t stop,” I replied. I could almost hear him smiling. He pulled on my nipples, twisting slightly. I started to groan. He started sucking so softly, then he started nibbling harder at them. It became more intense as my nipples became harder. He bit and pulled on them, god this felt good. He moved down the bed and placed soft tender kisses on my stomach then he started playing with my clit. His hands were slightly cold, which only added to the stimulation.

  He worked around in careful circles, not too much pressure to start with. Then he moved further down the bed. His tongue danced around and around jumping from my clit to my vigina. I was moaning, taking in deep breaths when he flicked my tender clit, my back was lifting off the bed. I wanted my hands free to relieve the heavy aching in my breasts. He carried on with slow and deliberate movements.

  “Yes, yes, don’t stop, that’s it, carry on.” I shouted. He dipped a finger into my damp opening and continued licking at my clit. God the sensations were overwhelming, then it turned into sucking and nibbling. I started to raise my back off the bed again, arching with my growing excitement. He added another finger.

  “Give me more, I need more.” I could be a little demanding at times. Then he put three fingers in.

  “Hell yeah, you’ve got it, don’t move. That’s it.” He had found my sweet spot and he worked and worked on it. I finally exploded into a fit of spasms as I climaxed. Once I had calmed down he removed the handcuffs and blindfold. He propped himself up on one arm and looked at me.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “Jasmine, sweet pea, I know you like to guide me and help me please you, but during this game, you are not supposed to command me! ‘You are supposed to be the ‘submissive one!’”

  “Oops sorry, I couldn’t help it.” I rolled over to him and looked into his misty grey eyes. “I really am sorry Greg.” He looked so disappointed. “I am so used to guiding you. I didn’t even think, please forgive me.” He looked me in the eyes.

  “We will work on it together don’t worry,” he said. I got aroused thinking about our role-playing. The familiar flush of arousal ran across my face.

  “Miss Williams.” I jumped. It was Mrs Chambers. I was so engrossed in my own thoughts, I hadn’t even seen her come in.

  “Mrs Chambers I am sorry. I didn’t see you there, would you like a drink?” I asked her.

  “Yes a cup of tea would go down nicely, thank you.”

  “Please sit, I won’t be a minute.” I got up to get her the drink. I grabbed another coffee for myself whilst I was at the counter, and took them over to our table and sat down.

  “Right then let’s get straight down to the nitty-gritty shall we?” She said.

  “Sound’s good to me,” I replied.

  “So what brings you to Newtown and in need of accommodation then?” I didn’t want to lie to the lady, but how could I answer it truthfully?

  “I lost someone close to me. I was having trouble getting over them, so I needed to get away. You know a fresh start.”

  “I see, she said. So is that good or bad? I see!

  “And what are you doing about employment?” shit, she wasn’t kidding, right deep down and personal with the nitty-gritty.

  “I have my CV ready to go on a job hunting session.”

  “So how do you intend to pay the rent?” this was turning into a no-holds-barred-conversation.

  “I have savings. I have more than enough to cover the first six months’ rent upfront, if that makes you feel better?”

  She sat there for a while drinking her tea, she looked in deep thought. I hoped she would give me a chance and not blew me off. Eventually she returned to the conversation.

  “So how old are you Miss Williams?”

  “Twenty-three.” It was feeling like I was back at school, being tested for an exam, one false move and I would have a cross by my name.

  “So would you like to view the property in question?” Yes, thank god.

  “Yes I would love to.” We finished our drinks and head off. It was a twenty-minute walk to get there. I was now feeling nervous again, but I had to try to keep calm. I didn’t want her to change her mind.

  When we arrived she unlocked the front door. Brilliant, it looked like no one was living here at the moment. It appeared clean and tidy.

  “Can you please take your shoes off my dear, I don’t want dirt tramped around the house.”

  “Yes absolutely,” I replied. She was a bit frightening.

  “If you don’t mind I will wait down here for you. Feel free to have a look around the house. The back door key should be in the top drawer next to the sink.”

  “Thank you Mrs Chambers.” I walked off to explore the place. I was glad she didn’t want to follow me around. First off, I walked up the wooden open plan staircase. I had never seen stairs with gaps in the back of them before, it all looked amazing. I felt like a kid in a candy shop. Two bedrooms that would be handy for when Cat came to visit I thought.

  The master bedroom was my first port of call, as I walked in I was blown away by it. An ash coloured wooden floor greeted me as I entered, it had a wooden four-poster double bed, there were reading lamps above the carved wooden headboard. Very handy I thought. Oak, bedside tables with three drawers in each. Very nice. As I walked around the room I noticed a large white rug at the base of the bed. I carried on and opened up some sliding doors, wow it was a walk in wardrobe and a vanity unit with white spot lights above the mirror, there was plenty of room to hang my clothes up. There was even places for my shoes to be placed on a metal rack. I sat on the vanity stool. I could imagine myself putting my make-up on sat here. As I looked around the unit, I noticed three small drawers at either side of the seat, I opened them up, plenty of places to put my things in. I stood up and closed the doors. I was heading over to the window when I noticed a lonely wooden rocking chair in the corner, it kind of belonged in the room, I could almost imagine a lady sewing tapestry or a mother nursing her child, rocking back and forth, giving the room a sense of comfort. I reached the window. It had a lovely lemon coloured blind as I looked out of it I noticed a huge garden. Now this was impressive, and this was only the first room I had viewed.

  I walked along the red landing carpet into the next bedroom, now this was a lovely sized room, a single bed, with a drawer underneath, there was a wooden wardrobe on one wall with a chest of draws next to it. I walked over to the window and noticed it had a white blind attached to it. I looked out onto the street. This was the front of the house, there was an air freshener on the window sill. I put my nose next to it and breathed in, lavender, very nice. I came out of the smaller bedroom and headed to the last door it had to be the bathroom. Oh my, it was large, and it had an old ceramic bath, with silver mixer taps, the walk in shower was larger than most with a glass splash screen attached, a wooden blind decorated the window. It was painted in a lovely off white apple green, with pictures of beach scenes scattered on the walls, the
re was a small wooden boat hung up in the corner with sea shells on it and three nautical glass balls of different sizes and colours with Jute tied around them.

  I walked back down the staircase. I was totally flabbergasted by the place. I headed to the kitchen, laying before me were cream tiles on the floor, as I looked around it was beautiful, it had an oak effect fitted kitchen, with small mosaic black tiles with small specks of grey in them above the worktops. The rest was painted in a lovely red. I fell in love with the square counter/breakfast bar in the middle of the kitchen. It had drawers and cupboards in it, and there was even a wine rack. There were six wooden bar stools around it. It had the same black-and-white worktop the rest of the kitchen had. It also had a high raised electric cooker, and a gas hob off to the right, there was a washer and dryer, and a tall fridge freezer.

  I unlocked the back patio doors and headed outside. I looked above my head and saw a small protruding porch, as I looked down I saw a pair of clogs, now should I put them on so I can take a walk in the garden? I risked it and placed them on my feet. A beautifully kept garden lay in front of me, and a small metal table and chairs sitting on a paved area. As I walked down the garden I found a small shed, and a lovely little stream which ran at the bottom of the garden. I could sit out here on a summer’s day and read my book listening to the running water and the bird’s singing. I had completely fallen in love with this place. It was perfect. I headed back into the front room where Mrs Chamber’s was sat. The front room was nice and cosy, a black corner sofa, a writing desk, a carpet that you could sink into and a TV cabinet. The walls were painted burgundy at the bottom and cream at the top, they were separated by a pine dado rail.

  I sat down on the sofa with Mrs Chamber’s.