by Aurelia Fray
“Thanks, Kye.”
“Will you be okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good luck and I am still pissed with you but call me in the morning to tell me how it went anyway.”
“I will,” I replied but he had already gone.
His words stuck with me. If I wanted a second chance, it was up to me to ensure it happened on my terms. With my mind made up, I slipped into the apartment and cleared out my bedside cabinet.
SEVEN.
~Trey~
It took too fucking long for us to pack up and get the hell out of the bar. I tried to slip away a couple of times but each time I did, another agent, promoter or crazy fan stepped in my way and kept me chatting. Hadn’t they heard me out there tonight? Didn’t they realise that I had shit to do?
“Xade, I gotta go, do you think you can handle this? I can’t be here any longer. She has waited long enough and so have I,” I shamelessly begged my best friend.
“Sure, we won’t make any decisions tonight anyway. You go on ahead. I will arrange something back at the hotel if you need to find us. If things work out, bring Izzy too.”
“Thanks man.”
I rushed out and around to the back of the building where a small black door waited for my key. I pulled the ring out and found the right key, then slipped it into the lock, sucking in a harsh breath as it turned. I shoved myself up the narrow staircase and in through the second doorway. I expected to see her on the couch or at the counter in the kitchen area, but the spaces were both dark and deserted. My anger and disappointment flooded into my chest. I was too late. She had gone again.
I walked down the corridor toward her room, however, that too had been abandoned. My fists clenched until they hurt and the voice in my head screamed at me to punch something. I couldn't believe that I had lost her again. The song must have been too much or maybe she came back here, looked at my playthings, and decided I wasn't what she wanted? I didn't know and the possibilities were ringing in my ears until I heard her tiny breaths, in and out, coming from my room. My feet carried me there like wings. I didn’t feel the footfalls on the old wooden boards.
My door swung open and before me was such an unexpected sight that I felt sure I was hallucinating it.
“Trey, baby, look at me,” Izzy whispered gently to me. I stopped my frantic search for an explanation as if something in the room, other than Izzy, could give it to me.
“I…I can’t…” I stuttered on trembling breath.
“You can. You can look and take in the scene, or would you like me to explain it to you?”
“But you are…you—”
“Trey. Just describe what you see, Baby.” I couldn’t describe it. I dreamed of this a thousand times and yet now that she was before me, like this, I just couldn’t accept it. My beautiful little angel was on her knees in a perfect submissive position. She wore nothing but a red ribbon at her throat and nipple clamps connected by a heavy chain. Her stiffened, aching nipples wore it proudly. My cock jumped, reminding me of its existence. It took me a second to remember how to speak, but I had already forgotten whatever it was she said.
“You are beautiful and this is a mistake.” I reached out for Izzy and tried to pull her to her feet. She took my hand and squeezed it gently, causing the chain to sway and her beautiful breasts to tremor. I forgot everything again.
“Trey? Is everything okay?” She asked, snapping me out of my stupor.
“Yeah. No.” She tilted her head and watched me. Her amusement tugged at her lip and drew out a smirk. “Izzy, I don’t want you to do this for me. I don’t want you to pretend that this is what you want, because you will grow to despise me and yourself. This isn’t something you can just fake.” I said as gently as possible. I appreciated what she was trying to offer but she didn’t know what she was getting into.
“There you go again, Trey. Assuming too much.” She laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“Have you ever asked me what I thought about all of this?” She asked, waving her hands and indicating the array of objects she had lovingly laid out on my bed. I shook my head, not daring to believe what she might be saying.
“Fucking hell, Trey. Take a look. Does any of that stuff even seem familiar to you?” She asked and I looked around, attempting to understand what she was saying. The objects were not mine. I took three long strides to my tallboy and pulled open the top drawer. Inside, still arranged in my ultra-neat fashion, were my playthings. I looked over to the corner and, yes, there stood my trunk. Unopened.
“These are yours?” Izzy nodded in response. “You never said.”
“I didn’t know until you had gone. I was curious and that curiosity became more.”
“Have you…are you…” I was unsure how to ask if she was with someone else. If she had given herself to another Dominant but she understood my meaning.
“I have been waiting for you,” she admitted and her words lit up my world.
“I was hoping you would say that.” Dropping to my knees in front of her, the smell of cigarettes, booze and sweat saturating the air around us, I reached for Izzy's hair. With the softest of tugs I arched her head back. She smirked again.
“I can take it harder you know.” She teased. I kissed her. My hot breath invaded her mouth. I tasted her fruity flavour and groaned out my contentment. I missed her.
“I bet you can, Baby.” She made a cute little 'mmm hmm' sound of agreement that just encouraged me to kiss her again. When she was breathless and I was in a similar state, I asked her another question.
“Do you know what I am?”
“Yes,” she purred. “A Dom.”
“That’s right and do you know what that will make you?”
“Your sub.”
“Two for two, Baby. So, you should know that it is my job to take care of you. To give you what you need, even if it sometimes isn’t what you think you want. I make decisions for you, baby, and you have to trust that I am always going to act in your best interest. I will never harm you. It will always be safe and consensual. There will be rules that we both have to agree to.”
“I understand. I want that. I want to please you. To pleasure you in every way you need. I know that I will get the same in return.” Her response was determined. Fierce. I almost laughed at the completely unsubmissive way she had been behaving since I walked in the room. She was unconsciously topping at every turn, but we had plenty of time to learn together.
“Good. Now get yourself up on that bed, Izzy. We can play another night. Right now I just want to be inside you.” She looked confused, a sweet combination of disappointment and relief crossed her face. I didn't let it linger there for long. Divesting myself of my clothing, I climbed over her, propping myself up on my elbows. I ran a single digit down her cheek, across the hollow at her throat and down the valley between her heaving breasts. I caught the chain between my finger and thumb and pulled it gently. Both nipples extended up and gravitated together. Izzy sucked in a sharp breath.
“Have you played with this before?” I asked curiously. She nodded, her body shivered with each small movement of the chain. She used a beginner’s clamp. Tweezer-like ends pinched the nipples in a sweet nip. I was pleased she hadn't mistakenly used something that might have caused her harm. A larger hoop in the centre of the chain indicated that a third clamp had been removed. I flicked again, causing Izzy to groan appreciatively. “Where is the missing chain, Angel?”
“You’re seriously asking that right now?” She griped. Instinct overtook me. I had her flipped onto all fours before she could blink and brought my palm down upon her cheek. I was gentle but she hissed. I pressed myself to her back and moved my lips across her earlobe. “You okay, Baby? Is this still what you want? Just say no and we stop.”
“Yes. Oh God yes. That was good Trey.” She virtually vibrated beneath me.
“Where is it then? And mind your manners, Angel.”
“My bag. On the floor.”
I reached d
own and found the little pink bag. In one of the compartments was the chain I was looking for. Lubes, gels, condoms and a variety of vibrators were neatly arranged in the other sections. My angel came prepared. I took what I needed and climbed up behind her. Using my left hand, I caressed her back in circles, whilst my right reached underneath and clipped the chain to the loop. Running my fingers along the dangling chain, I grasped the clamp end and warmed it in my clenched fist.
Izzy held her body taut. I queried her trepidation. “You haven't tried this end?”
“No. I wasn't sure if I could –”
“You didn't think you could handle the sensation of it gripping your clit?” I guessed. Her nod confirmed my suspicion.
“Do you trust me when I say not only can you handle it, but you are going to come quick and hard from it?”
“Yes,” she said eagerly. “I trust you and I believe you.”
“Good girl.”
I ran it teasingly along her hot wet slit, coating it in her essence and then clipped it to her swollen bud with a practiced hand. Izzy squeaked at the pinch. I held her steady with one hand whilst still gripping the chain. I wanted her to grow accustomed to the compression before I added any more stimulation. When I let go she was going to feel the pull of gravity on the heavy chain.
“Okay?” I asked. She hummed. I slowly released the chain, ensuring that it remained still. I only wanted her to feel the pull not the swing.
“Oh, oh God! That's—”
“Good?”
“Yes. Oh yes, good,” she moaned. I chuckled.
“In a moment I am going to slip my cock inside you, Angel,” I said as I slipped two fingers inside her weeping pussy. I pumped them slowly, still holding her still with my hand on her back. “You are good and wet, but I need you to tell me that you want it.”
“Trey, I do. I want you. God please hurry up. I need you.”
I removed my fingers from her and fisted my cock, coating myself in her, sliding her slickness over me. One, two, three pumps and I positioned myself. One deep breath and I pushed inside. The heat. The intense heat of her cunt was delicious. My slow entry ached. The desire to drive into her hard and fast was overwhelming but my need to tease her was stronger. My second thrust pressed my pelvis deep into her round ass. My third slammed my balls against her with a decadent slap. The chain swung with every thrust. Her nipples and clit tugged with every back and forth motion.
I pulled her upwards so that we knelt together, her back tucked into my chest as I drove into her relentlessly. Her grunts and sighs were nourishment. I devoured them within kisses, my hand firmly holding her face so that I could watch every expression as it crossed her face. Her eyes rolled back, the lids fluttered then Izzy uttered a beautiful high-pitched shriek. It was an animalistic song of pleasure that split my chest open with pride. That she wanted me, trusted me, and came beneath me, was all I ever wanted. It was more than I could have hoped for.
She came hard and fast, liked I promised she would, my own release spurting not long after hers. We lay, sated and spent, together on my bed. I gently released the single clamp that had managed to remain on and eased the pressure at her nipple with my finger. I had ointment, I needed to get it for her, but when I tried to stand, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to her.
“Why didn't you want to do more? Was that enough for you? Did it sate your,” she trembled and blushed, “needs?”
I guessed at her fears. She said something before about not being woman enough for me. Didn't she realise she was more that I ever dreamed of having? To stop her worrying I explained myself. “You have no idea how I have missed you. Just you,” I began. “When I broke us, I spent a long time trying to piece myself back together but nothing I did worked. Nothing helped, not the band, not the music - nothing. It took me a long time to realise what was wrong. You see I couldn’t put myself back together, Izzy, because the most important piece of me was missing. I left it behind.” I kissed away the tears that fell from her eyes. I never wanted to make her cry again but these were tears of understanding and happiness. I fed her with kisses, each one punctuating the truth of my confession, “And now I have you. I am whole again. Izzy, my angel, how could you not know? The best piece of me was always, inevitably, you.”
HE SAID YES
By Felicia Fox
I felt the back of my earring slip from my fingers. “Damn it!”
I looked to my husband, Aaron. His five-foot-ten form was sitting on the bed, bent over at the waist slipping on his black leather dress shoes. He looked over at me and his face softened. I was a mess of nerves and I'm sure helplessness was written all over me.
I focused on a little patch of his jet black hair on his head. His cowlick always stuck out, even a little bit and I wanted to smooth it. Not because it was out of place but because it was incredibly adorable. Right now looking at that cowlick was better than looking into his face and seeing compassionate eyes.
“What's wrong, baby?”
“I dropped the back of my earring,” I griped and then fell to my knees to find the little gold backing. Frantically my hands rubbed over the carpet to feel for the small metal piece.
“I know you’re nervous, Crista, but what I don’t understand is why. Talk to me.”
I found the back and turned away to answer him. “I’m afraid you’ll look at me differently or that you will be jealous. I need you to understand that you are, and will always be, number one. I just don’t want one night to mess up what we have now.” I turned back to face him when the last word left my mouth.
I stood in the night’s lingerie, a strapless black satin bra with the panties to match. I felt like I needed to be wearing more clothing to armor me to whatever words he might say next. Way to be a pessimist Crista.
“I know that Crista. It's why I am okay with all of this. Your fear for my reaction is enough to let me know that how I feel means more to you than adding a little extra fun to our night.”
“Are you sure? Knowing about my past and actually seeing it—”
“Please, stop asking, because if you’re this worried I don't think we should go through with it.”
He was being so much more patient with me than I would have been with him. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and managed a shaky smile.
“I’m okay, I promise. I just needed to know you were, too.”
Aaron stood and walked over to me. His steps were sure and his intentions clear. The look in his eyes said he was going to devour me. I shivered in expectation. His arms entwined around me and my hands settled on his shoulders. His face leaned in and I sighed in happy relief.
It was, at first, a soft meeting of lips that slowly increased with each movement. Aaron’s hands were balled against the small of my back holding me tight to him. I could feel the hard plains of his chest that I knew came from time spent at the gym.
“God I love you.” I panted, when his hands moved from my lower back to grip my ass firmly.
Aaron’s tongue snaked out to dance with mine as my mouth opened in a low and throaty whimper. “I love you too Crista. Now, are you ready?”
“I am.”
“Well let’s get going before I change my mind and fuck you here and now against the wall.”
“I’m all for that option, too.”
“Well then, how about a taste.”
I giggled at his suggestion till I felt his fingers pull the fabric of my panties to the side. He glided against the lips of my sex. My pussy clenched wanting to be filled by his fingers. My sweet Aaron has always known just how to tease me. How to work me up with a few well placed touches and whispered words.
My hands clutched on to his shoulders fingers digging in to wrinkle the crisp white button down shirt he wore. “This pussy is mine, Crista and tonight we are going to play.”
He pushed a thick masculine finger inside of my clenching sex. He pumped only a few times before pulling the digit out. I watched the arousal drip down. He eyed his finger in hunger until he
placed it inside his mouth and sucked.
“Oh god, Aaron.” I groaned and he covered my mouth with his own. I tasted myself and was revved to have him fuck me there and then.
“Good girl. Now let's get going.”
He set me down on shaky legs. I leaned against the chest of drawers to settle myself. God… Even after all these years that man has the ability to make my knees weak and my heart pound erratically in my chest. I was pretty sure that if my ribs hadn’t caged it, my heart would have grown wings and taken flight with the abundance of love I have for my husband. I guess the greater challenge of tonight will be him still believing it when my body made love to another.
***
The lighting was dim where I sat waiting. The amber liquid swished around in the squat, thick-glassed tumbler. I sipped it, sucking air in between my teeth as the burn of it traveled over my tongue and down my throat to warm my belly. Soft music filtered in through the light chatter and clinking of glasses. I tapped my black stiletto to the unmistakable melody. My phone in hand, I once again looked at the time.
I was nervous and excited for the evening ahead. I grabbed a few strands of my long, brunette hair and twirled them. A bad habit from my youth, I was surprised I didn't have a bald spot because of it. Should have worn my hair up.
Little details spun around in my head on a loop. Was what I was wearing okay? It's not like there was a dress code for what I had planned this night. Still, I wanted to be enticing so I chose a strapless, black silk dress. I had to starve all day to fit into the sexy little number comfortably but it was worth it.
A hand slowly grazed the exposed skin of my back. I only knew of one person who touched me in that way. She was the woman I was waiting for this evening, Jilly. I shivered as her nails softly scrapped over my spine.