by Simply BWWM
She had wanted more, and done without for him, so that he would be comfortable and satisfied, and the sacrifice had been for nothing. They hadn’t stayed together. He had demanded of her that she choose him over the best career opportunity of her life, and it was yet another selfish move of his, except that it had been the one selfish move that she had not succumbed to, the first demand of his that she had declined, and chosen herself over him.
Now, it seemed to her that this rebirth of her womanhood, of her sexual desires and independence, was a second profound step in a new life where she would not be limited or held back by anyone else, where she would find freedom, and every possibility would be awaiting her without boundaries, within reach, and even more just beyond that, just on the horizon. But, it was still within her grasp, if she wanted them. It was hugely empowering to her, invigorating, and the sparks of anticipation in her were igniting rapid fire, just waiting for the dark night to come, and the overwhelming pleasure with it.
Nicole met Jeffrey in the living room, and they both complimented each other on their looks. Jeffrey was in leather pants with the backside cut out of them so that his rear cheeks were showing, though they were framed by the seams of the pants, and he wore tall leather boots. His shirt of loose white silk was unbuttoned halfway down, exposing much of his chest and offering a look at his toned and strong body. He wore artistic makeup on his face in the shape of a mask, drawn on with precision and care, and there was a diamond stud earring in his left ear.
“Wow!” she commented on sight, giving him a whistle. “That’s hot!”
“You look amazing too, my darling. I just love this dom style on you!” He eyed her outfit. In place of her pinstripe business suit, she wore a short leather miniskirt, which seemed as if it was only barely covering what she wanted it to cover, to tease any onlooker with what lay just beyond the view. Her midriff was bare, showing off her own toned muscles, and her chest was ensconced in leather, her full breasts only half covered in a leather demi bra. Her hair was tied back in a braid that ran down her the back of her head and between her shoulder blades.
“Total badass,” Jeffrey mused, giving her a wink and a smile. “Shall we go?” He handed her a black raincoat made of super light material, and then he put one on himself. They loved being bad in the right places, but it wouldn’t quite do to drive the convertible dressed as they were so late on a sunny, cheery afternoon, just before sunset, when anyone could see them. It wouldn’t be appropriate. They got into the car in the garage, and then pulled it out and went down the hill and out of Hawaii Kai, heading through Honolulu to the other side of the city, before taking a few nearly hidden streets that led them to a secure neighborhood.
Jeffrey gave Nicole the gate code, and the big solid metal gate before them slid open, revealing a very posh area of homes, all set about on a small road that wound through them. They drove along the road to the last house, and a young man with a leather studded collar came to the car, informing them that he was the valet for the evening. They gave him the keys and headed to the front door.
They had barely knocked when the door was opened and a man about Jeffrey’s age stood before them. He grinned when he saw Jeffrey and opened up his arms to them. “You came! I’m so pleased!” He ushered them in and gave his head a shake as he kept his eyes on Jeffrey. “You look amazing. I’m very impressed.” He took their coats from them and hung them in the closet near the door.
Jeffrey turned toward Nicole and used her incognito sex party name in his introduction. “Pono, this is Keisha, Keisha, this is Pono, our host for the evening.” He smiled, well pleased. Pono finally took his eyes off of Jeffrey then and looked at Nicole.
“It’s so good to meet you, you divine creature!” He leaned forward and kissed each of her cheeks, and she did the same for him. “Come, you need libations.” He waved his hand in the air, and they followed him into the grand house.
It was a story and a half tall where they were, with open space from the floor to the ceiling, and windows all the way around it. The windows facing the sea were all open, letting in the cool breeze coming off of the ocean, and the doors along the two sides that faced the water were all opened out onto a deck, where several other guests mingled and talked, drinking and laughing. All of them were dressed as audaciously as Nicole and Jeffrey, some even more so.
“Where did you meet this guy?” Nicole asked, looking around the room at small groups of people who were talking amongst themselves.
“Oh, I met him while you were doing your interview. I told you I was going to go find some trouble to get into.” He chuckled softly as they followed Pono.
“Wow. You move fast.” She gave her head a shake of amazement.
“You have no idea.” He gave her a teasing side eye, and they reached the bar. Pono introduced them to the woman he had bartending.
“This is Jax. She’ll get you anything that you need. The bar is open!” He grinned at them, but then his attention went straight back to Jeffrey.
A few moments later, they had drinks in their hands, and Pono offered them a toast to new friendships and fabulous lovers. They toasted in agreement. Then, Pono looked at Nicole again.
“So, my naughty darling, if you happen to find a friend here that you like, would you prefer to be dominant or submissive? I’m getting dom off of you, just by your glorious look.” He gave her a wink.
“Oh, you’re spot on. Definitely dom.” She grinned and giggled a little.
Pono nodded knowingly. “As I suspected. Here you go. A gold coin for you, precious.” He handed her a gold coin with three letter X’s on one side and a circle on the other. “All of the subs have silver coins; that way, it’s easy to tell right off.”
Then, he dug into a deep pocket on the floor length feather draped dressing gown he was wearing over his snug leather short shorts, and handed her a key from his pocket. “Here. This one goes to one of the best bedrooms in the house. It’s the ocean facing bedroom off to the left side of the house upstairs. The stairs are over there on the other side of the great room.” He pointed to the far side of the room they were in, which faced the bay. “Please, put that special room to good use, Keisha.” He grinned at her and leaned forward to give her cheek a light kiss.
“Now, let’s introduce you to some new friends.” He waved his hand at them, and Nicole tucked the key into a secret pocket on her skirt; she held the coin in her fingers, toying with it and wondering how the night would go as she followed Pono and Jeffrey to the first group nearest them from the bar.
She and Jeffrey met other guests together for a little while, until she was comfortably talking with two other women by the names of Lisa and Song, and then Pono slipped away with Jeffrey tucked under his arm. Nicole watched them go with a smile. She knew that Jeffrey was going to have a very good time.
Song was expounding on the finer points of various sex toys, and Nicole’s interest in the subject was fading. She looked around the room, and as her gaze crossed the far end of the room, she met with the gaze of a man who was staring straight at her with laser beam intensity.
He was tall and strongly built, seemingly a wall of muscle and raw sex appeal. He wore no shirt and only an exotic looking pair of dark maroon silk pants that hung loose and billowed from his rock solid hips to his knees, giving him the look of a male slave from some tropical palace in Cambodia. The only other thing he wore was sandals with soft leather straps that tied around his feet and ankles.
The big waves of his dark brown hair hung about the sides of his face and over his neck, and his warm brown eyes were thickly framed in black lashes. He had wide cheeks and full lips, an aqualine nose and a stubborn chin with a three-day beard on it that reached up his chiseled jawline to his ears. He looked rough and tumble, sexy and sweet, like a morsel waiting to be savored.
Nicole could no longer hear what anyone around her was saying. It was as if, for that moment, the rest of the world had faded away and disappeared. It was as if everything else in the room had som
ehow been blurred and become indistinct, all except for him, as if there wasn’t really anything else except him. A jolt of electricity shot through Nicole, from her heart outward, electrifying every part of her and stopping her breath and every cell in her body as it moved through her, and then in the next moment, everything inside of her came alive, perhaps for the first time ever. All of it moved with a power she had never experienced, with a force of nature that felt as if it had knocked her to the ground and then shot her straight up into the air at immeasurable velocity. Her heart raced, and deep in the core of her, her body began to burn with unmistakable desire.
“Ladies, it’s been lovely. I have to go,” she said simply, and without even so much as a look at them, she left them and began to walk straight across the room toward him, feeling as if she was being drawn there by a magnetic pull that she neither could fight nor wanted to.
It looked to her from the haunted expression on his face and from the fire in his eyes that he felt the same attraction to her, and the mirrored desire that she saw in him only served to ignite hers even more. She watched his reaction to her approach and saw raw hunger in his eyes, and the sight of it made her burn hotter for him.
She reached him, and as she stepped up close to him, she saw his lips part as if he might be about to speak or even open with the hope of somehow drawing in more breath, as the nearness of her had taken away all that he had.
“Aren’t you a vision.” She gave him a sultry smile, and the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile as well.
“I’m Alexander,” he said in a deep, smooth voice that sounded to her ears the way velvet felt to her fingertips. “And you?” he asked with a hopeful look.
“Keisha,” she answered in the same quiet tone. She wanted to hold that moment in her mind, the image of him before her, so incredible, so beautiful, so delicious. His golden tanned skin was reflecting the soft light around them, and as she was up close to him, she could breathe in the scent of him, like honey and wood, sea salt and blossoms. She wanted to taste every part of him and drink him in. It took every ounce of her willpower to merely stand before him and hold a somewhat civilized conversation with him, rather than giving in to her overwhelming craving for him and just launching herself at him from where she stood.
“Cleopatra,” he responded with a shake of his head. “A queen.”
She realized he was making a reference to Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile and Egypt, one of the greatest queens to ever live, and her lover, Alexander the Great. The correlation was arousing, but she also reveled in the idea that he found her to be reminiscent of a queen. It was an incredible compliment, and it insinuated her in a position of power from his perspective.
“More than you could imagine,” she answered, teasing him with a bit of her dominant side.
“I’d like to do more than imagine,” he said in his quiet tone, his eyes studying hers. “Did you happen to get a coin here?”
She nodded. “I did. It’s a gold coin. And you?” she asked, letting herself be hopeful.
A slow grin spread itself over his beautiful face. “I did. I was given a silver coin. Isn’t it perfect when opposites attract?”
“Like magnets,” she answered, her heart beating faster.
Lifting her chin and drawing a little closer to him, she gazed up into his eyes. “How long are you planning on being at this party?”
She saw him swallow hard, and she could hear his heart pounding against his chest as he spoke to her. “As long as you keep me here.” His lips parted again, and he looked as if he might kiss her right there, if he could catch his breath. She felt the same, as her blood raced through her veins and her body began to burn stronger for him.
“I’m going to keep you here for a long while,” she whispered, holding his eyes with hers and speaking with solid control in her voice. She held her hand out to him, and he placed his hand in it almost immediately.
“I was hoping you would say that,” he answered in a near whisper.
Without another word, she turned and held his hand, leading him out of the great room and up the stairs, while reaching her free hand into the hidden pocket on her miniskirt. She slipped the key out and saw the door at the end of the hallway. Trying the key in the lock, she was thrilled when the key turned, and she opened the door.
It was a big room, spacious and open, with floor to ceiling windows that faced the sea. The last glows of sunset were painting the clouds against the sky in warm hues of rose and gold, fiery orange and dark purple. She locked the door behind them and dropped the key on the floor near the door frame.
There was a king-sized bed set against the middle of the wall that faced all of the windows, and it had been freshly turned down. A single red rose lay over the pillow on top of a pile of pillows, and hanging from the metal bars on the firm looking headboard were two sets of handcuffs, each connected to the bed, with open rings waiting to close over wrists.
“That looks promising…” she said in a quiet voice as her lips turned upward into a grin. She turned to face him and was overwhelmed for a moment, wanting all of him at once and yet wanting to take her time and savor every part of him.
She walked slowly to him and looked up at him, authority taking over in her voice. “You’ll do what I tell you, with no deviance from it,” she stated firmly. She saw his eyes flash with desire and anticipation.
Reaching her hands to the ties at the waist of his silken pants, she pulled at them, and the tie loosened. The silk puddled at his feet, leaving him bare before her. His body was perfection, and it took her breath away. It was all that she could do to hold that in and not let him see the effect that the mere sight of him had on her.
He was hard for her already, and the thickness and length of him made her heart skip a beat. She hadn’t been with any man as full as he was, and her body began to ache for the feel of him inside of her. She reached her hand to him and closed it around the girth of him, rubbing her fingers lightly over his skin and then squeezing more firmly as she drew them closer to the head of him. He was pulsing hot beneath her touch, and it turned her on faster than any man had ever turned her on before.
As she squeezed him, he groaned and closed his eyes, letting a gasp escape his lips.
“Does that feel good?” she asked in a whisper.
“So good…” he whispered.
“Everything that I do to you is done so that it will feel good for me, not you, but if you please me, I may indulge you and give you some pleasure. Intense pleasure in torturous and delicious ways,” she said quietly as she leaned forward and slowly pressed her lips to the skin on his chest. She traced the tip of her tongue in a hard circle where she had placed her mouth, and then closed her teeth over it, biting gently as she sucked and continued to massage his erection in her snug grip.
He gasped again and snapped his head, looking down at her with hunger and desperation.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked, releasing his skin from her teeth and gazing up at him coolly. She felt anything but cool, but her emotionless demeanor was a turn on for them both.
“So much…” he trailed off in a whisper.
“Do you want to taste me?” she asked, eyeing him curiously as she moved the pad of her thumb over the back of the head of his penis, making him catch his breath with pleasure and desire.
“More than you know,” he admitted quietly.
“Get on the bed.” She released her grip on him suddenly and stepped away from him. He did as she told him to and laid himself back on the bed. Taking her time, she slid her leather mini skirt off, and he stared as he took in the sight of her in her thigh high stockings, heels, garters, and no panties. A deep groan sounded from him, and his mouth opened as if he wanted nothing more than to close it over her.
She unfastened the leather top she was wearing around her ribs and chest, leaving only the leather straps that might have been the frame of a bra but which held no cover over her breasts. Her dark nipples were hard and protruding, and she saw h
is eyes go to them in a ravenous stare.
Keeping herself from grinning, she slid up on the bed with him, straddled his chest with her thighs, and pulled first one wrist and then the other to the handcuffs that waited there. When he was locked in place, she gazed down at him and ran her fingernail over his mouth with some pressure behind it.
She moved her body a little lower down his torso, brushing her core against him as she did so, and brought her lips down close to his mouth then and asked in a whisper, “Do you want to kiss me?”
“God yes!” he breathed out, sounding as if he was going to pant.
“You’re going to have to earn it. Let’s see if you can make me cum with that mouth of yours before I let you have my lips.” She rose up again and slid her knees over his shoulders, bringing herself down over his face. She held onto the head of the bed and sank close enough down over his face that he could close his mouth over her.
The first touch of his lips and his tongue to her body made her draw in a sharp breath, as if fire and electricity had scorched her in a pleasing way and drawn her in totally. He groaned and arced his back slightly, pushing his hips upward in desire as his tongue invaded her body, moving over her tender folds, discovering her, tantalizing her, ravenous for more of her.