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Lacey St. Claire
Copyright © 2016 by Lacey St. Claire
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Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older
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Anything He Wants
Lacey St. Claire
Dominate me please!
Molly has just come out of a messy divorce. Her ex-husband was a prude and could never fulfill her in a way that she desired. Finally free, and on her own she knows that she needs someone that can dominate her.
Sean is skilled at dominating. He knows exactly what Molly needs. When they meet randomly at a bar, she doesn’t have to say a word. He can see it on her face.
Sean takes Molly back to his place where she’ll get exactly what she needs. He’s got a collection of toys and before long Molly will find herself strapped to the wall and at his mercy. Some of his methods may sting but she loves every second of her submission. Just when she thinks it’s all going to end, he bends her over and christens her rear. He’s big and thick but she’ll stretch just for him.
At the end of the night, Molly has never felt so satisfied.
Anything He Wants
“Hold this,” Sean said as he handed me a gold-foiled object. I knew what it was the moment it touched my fingers. The metallic wrapper of a condom.
“I’ll do anything you want me to,” was all I could say as I held the condom firmly. We hadn’t even undressed yet and my mouth was already watering. My mind was imagining Sean standing nude before me. I couldn’t wait to see if my imagination lived up to the real thing. Thankfully, condom in hand, it seemed I was going to get to find out soon.
“Anything?” he asked with a broad smile across his face. “Here I thought I’d just be picking up a one night stand at the bar. Thought maybe I’d get some woman that would climb on top and ride me hard, but…since you’re so willing, maybe we’ll try something a bit different.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, my whole body prickling with excitement. Sure, I was a bit drunk, but at that moment, I felt like there wasn’t a single sexual thing I wouldn’t do for him. He was hot, and by hot, I mean he was on fire. Even with his clothes on I could tell that he was fit, he was someone that took care of himself and I was dying to have someone like that inside of me. Hell, I was dying for someone like that to control me. My life had been on a confusing collision course for the last year and I needed someone to point me in the right direction, even if that meant bending me over and giving it to me hard. I needed a master, and it looked like Sean was the right man for the job.
* * *
A year ago I went through a messy divorce. I married far too young, I was only 18 and he had been 21 at the time. He was a sad shell of a man. At the time I liked the idea of someone thinking they wanted to be with me forever, it never occurred to me to consider if I really wanted to be with him for the rest of my life. Turns out, he was not the man for me. He was like living with a limp noodle. Not in the sense that he couldn’t get it up. Sure, we had sex, but I could have had more fun by myself. He was a push over and that has never been the kind of man I need. I need someone that can take control. Someone that knows how to take care of his woman – and himself. He knows what he wants and he takes it. That’s the kind of man I need. Someone that can give it to me good and hard and rough.
For years I tried to be the good girl. I tried to be satisfied with lackluster missionary, but over time it became clear that I needed more. When I tried to broach the subject with my husband he taunted me and called me a whore. The man was a coward. He’d have liked the things I’d have done to him if he’d let me, but he was too afraid to even try. We muddled through another year of laying on my back and spreading my legs as he grunted over top of me, and then I’d had enough. I knew I wasn’t a good girl and I couldn’t pretend any longer. It figures that the moment I served him divorce papers, was the exact moment he decided to be a man. By then it was too late.
He drug the divorce out for a year making my life a living hell. Sleeping with random men was the only thing that kept me sane. With them I could be anyone I wanted to be. They all just wanted to get off, and that was exactly what I wanted too. No commitment except to hang around long enough to orgasm. When everything was finally settled, I was ready to find someone else that needed more. Someone that could take charge. Someone that wanted to dominate.
I met Sean at a bar. It wasn’t the regular place I would frequent. I had decided I was done with the regular sloppy crew so I branched out to a slightly nicer place. To give you an idea, it was something like stepping up from the local motorcycle club hang out, to the nicer upscale place that lawyers enjoyed. At first I was worried that I wouldn’t fit in, but as luck would have it, these guys were just as desperate to get laid as the tattooed hooligans I usually took home.
I had been to the bar a few times, took home a different guy each time, none of them stood up to my expectations, then I met Sean. He walked right up to the bar counter and ordered me a drink. Before I’d even said one word, I knew he knew what I needed. He looked at me and I could tell that he knew I needed someone with a firm hand, and I couldn’t wait to get back to his place. We both finished our drinks without saying a word, and when he finally spoke, all that he said was:
“Let’s get out of here.”
With those five words he took my hand and led me from the bar. I was instantly wet and was dying to have him between my legs. I knew I was in for an adventure and I couldn’t wait to get started. He drove a truck, a stick shift, I should have figured that he was a man that would want full control, even while driving. During the ride to his place we went over the basic details of ourselves and our lives. Nothing too personal – name and career were about it. Turns out he was a lawyer, just as I’d expected in that kind of bar. From the looks of him he did well and I’d go to him if I ever needed to be represented, not that I could afford him. He wore a nice tailored suit in navy with a matching tie over a white dress shirt. He looked good.
The drive didn’t take long, fifteen minutes at most, and almost as soon as we walked through the front door and into the bedroom, he handed me the condom. He isn’t much for subtlety. There were no pretenses between us. He knew why I was there and he was going to give me exactly what I craved.
* * *
“Hold this,” Sean said as he handed me a gold-foiled object. I knew what it was the moment it touched my fingers. The metallic wrapper of a condom.
“I’ll do anything you want me to,” was all I could say as I held the condom firmly. We hadn’t even undressed yet and my mouth was already watering. My mind was imagining Sean standing nude before me. I couldn’t wait to see if my imagination lived up to the real thing. Thankfully, condom in hand, it seemed I was going to get to find out soon.
“Anything?” he asked with a broad smile across his face. “Here I thought I’d just be picking up a one night stand at the bar. Thought maybe I’d get some woman that would climb on top and ride me hard, but…since you’re so willing, maybe we’ll try something a bit different.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, my whole body prickling with excitement. Sure, I was a b
it drunk, but at that moment, I felt like there wasn’t a single sexual thing I wouldn’t do for him. He was hot, and by hot, I mean he was on fire. Even with his clothes on I could tell that he was fit, he was someone that took care of himself and I was dying to have someone like that inside of me. Hell, I was dying for someone like that to control me. My life had been on a confusing collision course for the last year and I needed someone to point me in the right direction, even if that meant bending me over and giving it to me hard. I needed a master, and it looked like Sean was the right man for the job.
When he reappeared he was holding a suitcase. Not the regular cheap rolling suitcases that most people use, but a nice brown-polished leather case. It seemed strange that he would have his toys ready for travel but I wasn’t going to question it. He set the bag onto the bed and ran his finger along my jawline to my chin. He angled my face up to his and smiled. “Now. I want you to take off all of your clothes while I get set up. You can fold them and set them in the chair over there,” he said with a nod indicating a lounge chair in the corner of the room.
I did as he said. Some strange part of me suddenly felt a bit shy and I turned my back towards him as I pulled my shirt off over my head. I had the desire to throw my clothes to the floor, but at his mention of folding, I felt it was best to do as he had indicated. Would he have found me an uncivilized mess if I had tossed my clothing to the floor? I wondered. I left my bra and my panties on, I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be fully nude and decided it was better safe than sorry. As I turned back to face him, I saw that he had rigged up some sort of rope and pulley system on the wall. There were metal rings there that I hadn’t taken notice of. The realization that he was someone that was fully prepared made me wet. Yes, this is exactly what I was looking for, I thought to myself as I bit my lip and watched him finish his work.
He worked the straps along the wall thoughtfully. Sean seemed as if he’d almost forgotten there was another person in the room. He was almost meditative as he fastened and pulled each length of the straps – two above head-high, two down by the floor. I watched silently as he continued his work, his muscles causing his jacket to bulge every so often. When he was finally finished, he turned around and fastened his eyes on me. “I meant all of your clothes,” he said as he took the few steps over to where I stood. The entire time I had to fight the urge to cover my exposed body. I couldn’t believe how nervous I felt when I was finally going to be getting what I’d desired. It felt ridiculous, but the mind does crazy things. I reached up for my bra strap and began to slide it off my shoulder. “No. Let me do it,” he said as he stepped around behind me.
Sean slid his fingertips lightly up my arms. The softness of his touch had my skin prickling in tiny goosebumps and I couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through my body. He let out a soft breath of air that was almost a laugh as he leaned forward and placed his lips beside my ear. “It’s ok. Relax.” His voice was like chocolate, full of a sweetness I couldn’t wait to indulge in.
With practiced skill he hooked his fingers beneath my bra straps and slowly slid them down to my elbows. Satisfied he teased his fingers across my back and unhooked my bra. Now free, the fabric fell from my body and onto the floor. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his strong hands moving over my skin. He moved from my back down to my hips where he gripped my panties and pushed them down. I lifted one leg and then the other and stepped out of them. It felt exhilarating to have him touching me. We hadn’t even kissed yet and here I was fully nude before him, his hands roaming over me. All of my senses felt heightened as he pressed himself against my back. Despite the fact that he was still fully clothed, I could feel his erection pressing hard against my backside. He held me there as he breathed against my neck. His breathe had me gasping and I longed for him to touch me more. Finally…finally! He lowered his lips to my neck and kissed me. He kissed down along my shoulder and then bent to retrieve my bra and panties from the floor. Just like that, he had released me from his grasp and was walking to the other side of the room.
My entire body shook with anticipation as I watched him place my items with the rest of my clothes. I felt helpless. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t touch him, I couldn’t kiss his body in return. I was immobile. Something inside of me knew that was exactly what he wanted, so I stayed still. The waiting was almost painful, but I knew it would all be worth it in the end.
“Come, over to the wall,” he said when he returned to me. He grasped my hand and led me to the spot where he’d fastened the bindings. “Place your back to the wall and raise your arms over your head.” I was keenly aware of how exposed I was as I lifted my arms up high. He wrapped the straps around my wrists and pulled them tight. He then worked the pulls until my arms were held tightly and I was almost forced onto my tiptoes. In this position my chest was thrust forward and I couldn’t help but hope that he found my tits pleasing.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he moved down to my ankles. “Not quite so wide,” he said with a laugh. I want you to still be able to stand.” I moved my legs inwards a bit and he wrapped the straps around my ankles. He left these a bit loose so that I could move some if I needed. Finally, he stood up and admired his work. Sean licked his lips as his eyes moved down my body. Looking back, I could only focus on one thing, the bulge tenting the front of his trousers. I loved seeing how hard he already was for me – for what he was about to do to me.
I watched as he moved his hands to his waistband and pulled his shirt free. His fingers worked deftly over the buttons and when his shirt finally fell open to expose his developed abs, it was all I could do not to gasp. His body was perfect. Muscular, but not disgustingly so. I was dying to run my tongue over his body, but I knew tonight was about whatever he demanded of me, so all I could do was fantasize. He removed his shirt, folded it, and then moved to set it next to my clothing. The pants, the pants! my mind screamed. My mouth watered from the thought of his cock. I wanted to see it, I wanted to know what I’d be getting, but he didn’t remove his pants. Instead, he stepped to his suitcase and pulled out a blindfold.
He pressed the navy silk to my eyes and tied it carefully behind my head. “Not too tight?” he asked before walking away again.
“No, its fine,” I said squinting to try and see through the fabric. I could see nothing but darkness, but I could hear him. He was moving items around, probably back at his suitcase. He could have brought more than one item when he brought the blindfold, but he was intentionally drawing this out. It was obvious he was enjoying the game, getting off on the anticipation of what was to come. I strained my hearing trying to figure out what to expect next.
I heard him return. I could tell that he was standing before more, facing me, but he did nothing. I began to squirm under his gaze. A minute drew out into several minutes, they felt impossibly long, and then it came – a light sting across my thighs. I cried out, not so much from the pain but from the surprise. Moments later, another sting across my stomach. This time he drew the crop across my abdomen and up to my tits. He teased my nipples with the tip. Slow agonizing circles to make them hard. I arched my back and pressed forward wanting more. Slap! A harder hit to my right hip. Slap! Slap! Two more in quick succession across my stomach. “Uhhh….mmmm….” I groaned. I twisted my hands and held onto my bindings as he continued to tease my body with the crop. My body rose and fell each time he whipped me. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what?” he asked. Slap!
“Touch me,” I pleaded.
“Like this?” he said. I heard him drop the crop to the floor, and then his hand was sliding up the inside of my thigh. I shivered under his touch and my breath hitched in my throat. Inch by inch his hand rose until he was cupping my dripping cunt. “…and like this?” he asked as he spread my slick lips with his finger. He pressed forward and I gasped as he slid a finger into me. I could feel him leaning forward, his face fell against mine and I could feel his breath against my cheek as he began to work his finger in my cunt. His mouth w
as open and I could hear him panting as his chest rose and fell against me. I could tell that he was fighting his urges, that restraint was hard for him too. He slid a second finger into me and moved them in a small circular motion. My whole body felt like it was on fire and I turned my face to beg for his kiss. He pulled his face away denying me.
“Ugh!” I cried out.
“What?” he asked as his hand stilled.
“I want you to kiss me,” I said pouting. “But don’t stop,” I added as I moved myself against his hand. His fingers began to move again.
“I don’t…” I heard him take a deep inhalation, then his stubbled cheek was against mine again. “I don’t normally…” I could tell that he was fighting with himself.
“Oh god,” I cried out as his fingers quickened. That was enough to push his decision and his mouth was on mine in the span of a second. His body pressed against mine as our mouths opened and our tongues entwined. I’d never had a kiss so hungry, so desperate. His hand left my cunt and found its way up to my wrists where he held them and smashed me into the wall. He ground his hips against me, I pushed back wishing I could raise a leg around his hip. After several minutes he pulled away suddenly regaining his composure.
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