Confessions

by Collins, Janice

  “You didn’t orgasm?” He asked, noticing her look of disappointment.

  She shook her head as she leaned forward and whispered sternly, “Make it happen.”

  Immediately he followed her command, laying her out on the couch and spreading her legs before positioning himself between them. His head dipped down between her thighs. Just from the feel of his hot breath on her flesh made her quiver. The tip of his tongue lick from the very bottom of her wet slit up to just below her clit. She let out a loud breath she had been holding.

  He looked up and his eyes met her gaze. She could see the same desire she felt echoed back to her in his dark eyes, his head lowering back down to her aching slit slowly. She moaned out, eyes clamping shut when she felt his tongue delve right into her. He slid it deep into her, as deep as he could go by shoving his face against her flesh. She raised her hips and gripped the edge of the couch, crying out in pleasure when she felt vibrations from him groaning with his tongue still inside her.

  Her mind went entirely blank, except allowing her body to completely enjoy the feeling of his skillful tongue inside her. His fingers ran up her thigh and stroked her right above her clit.

  The need in her body intensified, building more and more until he slipped his tongue out of her and swiped upward with the tip of it until he flicked her clit. She gasped as her body shook with mounting pleasure, her eyes shut so tight she could see stars and hands gripping the couch so hard her knuckles had turned white as paper. Her hips bucked up against his face and her pelvic muscles contracted like mad as she felt the orgasm slam into her. After catching her breath, she stroked his hair and pet him.

  “Good job,” she said as he lifted his head to look at her. He smiled and she bent her legs at the knee, swinging them over the couch before standing up. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

  “I’ll be quick,” she called out.

  She lathered and shampooed herself as quickly as possible, stepping out and toweling herself dry. She still felt slightly weak from the orgasm she just had, but it was perfect to allow her to slip easily into a deep sleep. She walked out and kissed Billy good night before heading to the bedroom and laying down in bed, still naked. The shower turned on in the other room as she closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face.

  Chapter 7

  The rest of the week went by in the typical routine way. Both Billy and Aria went to work and came home with whomever of the two arrived first being responsible for making dinner that night. On Friday night, Aria had plans to go over to Kay’s apartment for a while. She headed straight there after work knowing Kay had already bought take out for dinner.

  They caught up over their meal, talking about usual work stuff without any major news. After dinner, Aria automatically helped Kay clean up before they moved over to the living room to continue chatting. They had already chosen a movie for the night, but they opted to talk instead. Aria was especially keen on this since she felt she had a lot of exciting news to share about her relationship.

  “So, that whole thing I was experiencing with worrying about my relationship isn’t really there any more.”

  Kay raised an eyebrow and simply responded with, “Oh?”

  Aria took a deep breath and proceeded to tell Kay the entire back-story. Aria admitting she had always wanted to try engaging in BDSM and play with a partner, but had never been with anyone she felt comfortable enough with to bring it up, let alone someone she trusted a sufficient amount to actually go through with it.

  She went on to say she felt Billy could be that person from a while back but she was too nervous or even afraid to actually bring it up, she ended just ignoring her desires.

  “I think that was part of the problem,” she mentioned.

  Because she had reached that conclusion on her own the day after discussing the details with Billy. She realized that in depriving herself of something she had always wanted after finding a partner who actually gave her the comfort and trust she needed, she ended up creating some kind of distance between them when it came to sex. She knew it wasn’t entirely because of that but it definitely had played a role.

  “So how did you finally gather the courage to tell him about it?” Kay was extremely interested in all this. She had told Aria she found it fascinating and lamented the fact Aria felt she needed to keep it a secret for so long.

  So this launched Aria into the story of how she had happened upon the web page on his laptop, explaining it hadn’t been intentional. She made it a point to say she didn’t snoop around his things. Kay found this amusing.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not sitting her judging you and I don’t think you’re one of those people with no respect for personal boundaries,” Kay had said brokenly between her laughter.

  Aria was always glad to talk to her friend about the things going on in her life. She was especially glad Kay had such a natural sense of humor because it often made it easer to talk to her. Aria didn’t go into specific details of what she had discussed with Billy as she felt those were rather private, especially to him, but she did mention they had that conversation.

  “It went well,” Aria concluded with a content smile on her face.

  “So have you tried anything since then?”

  “No, we haven’t. We just fell into our workweek routine, but I have a feeling it will happen soon. As in it will happen this weekend,” Aria grinned slyly. At these words, Kay suddenly shot up from the couch and walked over to Aria. “What,” Aria said right before Kay swooped down on her and pulled her up from the couch.

  “You need to go,” she told her insistently. “You have no reason being here when you have a man waiting for you at home ready to play,” she said.

  Aria looked back at her, expecting to see a wide grin on Kay’s face, but she was being serious. Aria bit her lips, smiled and waved goodbye with a laugh before walking out of the door. She rushed home and was glad to find Billy sitting in the armchair reading a book. He was wearing nothing but boxers and tee.

  She dropped her keys and purse on the floor and walked right up to him, snatching the book out of his hands and bending over to give him a deep and fervent kiss. He immediately pressed his lips against her as if he had been holding on to that passion for a while only to let it free the moment she got home. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.

  “How was your day?”

  “Okay,” he replied, “I hope it ends on a better note.”

  She ran the tip of her index finger from his temple down to his chin, pushing and tilting his head up toward her. She chose this exact moment to change her facial expression into a more stern one, a facial expression that exerted authority.

  “It can end better than it started, but that depends on you,” she said in a hushed voice. She pulled back and stood straight up, turning on her heel to walk over to where she had dropped her purse earlier. She unclipped the leather strap she used to swing it over her shoulders and walked back over to Billy.

  He eyed it with excitement. His throat bobbed as he gulped nervously. She folded the strap in half and stretched it to make a loud snap noise that caused Billy to wince, a reaction that he tried to hide but was unsuccessful in doing so.

  She started walking away from him and simply said, “Bedroom” in a commanding tone.

  Quickly, he stood up and scurried behind her. She noticed he didn’t walk beside her or even walk past her to go into the bedroom, instead he walked diligently behind her.

  Following orders comes so naturally to him, she mused.

  This once again served as a reminder of just how compatible they turned out to be. In fact, they were compatible in numerous ways and this was just another to add to the list. But it particularly stood out to her because it had been so unexpected.

  After Billy entered the bedroom, she closed the door and turned to face him. Staring him straight in the eyes, she raised a single finger and pointed down to the ground. Without a word or hesitation, he sunk to his knees and loo
ked up at her. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse and reveal a black lace bra.

  It was new and he had never seen it. She noticed his eyes light up at the sight and a slight smirk played at the corners of her lips, just subtly enough where he would have trouble deciding if she was actually smiling or not.

  She took off her shirt and placed it on top of the dresser next to her before dropping her hands and resting them on the waistband of her pants, hooking her thumbs just underneath it. She looked him up and down as if she were sizing him up before she snapped her fingers and pointed up. He started to stand up slowly, looking to her for confirmation. Taking her silence to mean he had, he stood straight up and waited.

  “Take off your clothes,” she said quietly. She had adopted for a quiet but commanding tone, the kind she had always imagined she would use. She was internally delighted she was able to pull it off and that it actually worked.

  He removed his shirt and boxers to reveal his cock, already hard and standing at attention. He held his clothes in his hands looking unsure of what to do with them. Aria snatched them from his hands and placed them on the dresser on top of her own blouse. She unbuckled her belt and slowly moved it out of the belt loops on her pants as Billy’s eyes followed its path around her hips with rapt attention.

  She dangled it about a foot off the ground, holding it by its buckle, as his eyes ran over every inch of it. She placed it on the dresser next to the leather strap of her purse and continued to unbutton and unzip her slacks. She pushed them down from her hips, wiggling them in an exaggerated motion as she took off her pants and revealed matching black lace panties in a miniscule boy-short cut. Billy swallowed hard.

  She took the leather strap of her purse from the dresser and ran it between her fingers as she surveyed Billy for a couple minutes. She set it down and instead walked over to her vanity set to pull out a red ribbon she liked to wear in her hair. She then sauntered over toward him and stepped behind him, pulling his wrists together behind his back before tying them together with the ribbon. She pushed on both his shoulders with her hands until he bent his knees and resumed his position on the floor.

  Walking around to stand directly in front of him, she pushed her panties down from her hips and instructed him to finish removing them with his teeth. He stretched his neck forward and took the fabric between his teeth and pulled down with awkward jerking tugs. Her panties got stuck in the middle of her thighs. When he pulled his head back to pull from a different part she grabbed his chin between her thumb and index finger, closing them with pressure so he drew in a breath from the discomfort and slight pain.

  “You need to learn how to do that correctly,” she warned him. She let go and finished removing her panties and throwing them back onto the dresser.

  That is when she walked to the bed and sat on the edge of it with her legs spread wide open.

  “Come here,” she commanded. “On your knees,” she added.

  He struggled at first to turn and shuffle over to her while staying on his knees, hands still tied behind his back, but he got there. He was right between her legs and continued to look at her exposed pink flesh, already glistening with her wetness. He licked his lips.

  “You want a taste?” Billy nodded.

  She gave a nod and he dove right in, pressing his face firmly between her thighs and his tongue darted out to push against her. She raised a leg and kept it bent, foot flat on the bed, as he pushed his entire tongue into her and moved it in an upward motion. Her breath got heavy. He knew she was enjoying it, but she was holding back her moans.

  He slipped his tongue out and laid it flat against her before rolling it back and closing his mouth over her and sucking. A tiny moan escaped her lips but she pressed them shut, making throaty noises of pleasure instead. He flicked his tongue out and ran up her slit with the tip until he was making circles around her clit. As soon as his hips moved up on instinct she sat up and pushed his head away by resting her hand flat against his forehead.

  She pushed her body further up the bed before swinging her legs over the side and standing up. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall from her shoulder and down her arms until it landed on the floor. She turned so her back would be to him and bent over slowly to pick up the bra, placing it on the dresser as she stood back up.

  His breathing was heavy and he was so excited he felt he would burst if this continued on for much longer.

  “Stand up,” she ordered with her back still turned.

  He pushed himself off with one knee and stood, struggling to initially keep his balance. She marched over to him and turned him so he faced her and away from the bed. She pulled her arms back and shoved him back onto the bed where he landed heavily with a bounce.

  “Move up,” she told him.

  He scrambled to plant both feet flat on the bed and push his body up. She climbed onto the bed and got on her knees, resting back on her legs, between his spread legs. She leaned forward, arching her body so she wouldn’t touch his cock and placed her hands on his chest with a hard slap.

  She curled her fingers in so her nails dug into his flesh before very slowly dragging them downward, leaving a trail of red marks. She ran her nails all the way down to his hip bones before taking her fingers away from him except her index an middle fingers of each hand. She ran them around his hips, still scratching him, and down his sides.

  He felt like he was going crazy with the need to have her at least touch him. She ran her fingers back up his thigh, moving even slower than she had been before. She inched closer and closer to his hard, pulsing cock, but stopped just before making contact. She ran her hands slowly back up his torso until they were on his chest.

  She pushed down and lifted her lower body until she was just above the tip of his cock. She was so close to him he could feel the warmth of her flesh reach his shaft, driving him even crazier. Though he knew it would be going against what she was doing he couldn’t help but raise his hips to make contact with her.

  As soon as she felt the tip of his cock just brush against her, she placed her hand on his hip and pushed him down.

  “You’re going to learn not to misbehave,” she scolded him as she swung her leg around and stepped off the bed, turning to look down on him with disgust. He swallowed, not knowing what was coming next other than some form of punishment. Though he felt a certain exhilaration running through his veins, he also could not deny his nervousness.

  She slipped her hand under his lower back and rolled him onto his stomach. The friction of the sheets against his cock came as some relief but he also felt discomfort from being smashed against the bed. He shifted his hips to get into a more comfortable position but it didn’t matter because her hands slid under to grab his thighs and pull up.

  His face was buried in the sheets and chest resting against the bed while his ass was raised up and exposed. She bent his knees so he would support his weight with them. Then she walked over to the dresser and retrieved her leather belt. He heard her snap it again after folding it in half. That’s when he realized what she was about to do.

  He jumped slightly when he felt her small, smooth hand land against his ass cheeks. She stepped back and swung her arm back, letting it fall so the belt made a nice cracking sound upon contact. He cried out at how unexpectedly well she delivered the blow, feeling little prickles of pain spread over his skin.

  “Billy,” she said in a low voice and he knew she was asking if it was okay to continue. Though she wanted to continue to stay in character she was all too aware this was their first time going this far and she needed to be sure it wasn’t stepping over any of his limits.

  “It’s fine,” he assured her. With that, she swung her arm back and let the belt land on his exposed ass again with more force than the first blow. Without missing a beat she swung her arm back again and delivered another blow, enjoying the way the belt licked his bare skin and made the loud snap sound upon contact.

  She especially liked the red marks sh
owing brightly on his skin and the way he tucked his hips in every with each hit. She set the belt at the foot of the bed and leaned forward to rub the flesh where the most prominent red marks showed. This felt like an inseparable mixture of relief and even more pain to Billy. She ran her hand up the curve his ass and up his back until she let it rest on his neck, wrapping her fingers around and leaning down to whisper in his ear.

  “That’s just a taste of what happens when you misbehave,” she warned before licking up the side of his neck and pushing him roughly onto his side.

  She climbed over him again and finally wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, immediately earing a deep groan from him. He shut his eyes at the feeling of finally being touched. She positioned her body over him.