Good Girl

by Wright, Susan

  His cock throbbed, already rock hard. She did that to him. Without even trying. Maybe it was the smell of her skin, maybe it was the way she moved. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Really, Hunter,” she finally said. “I’ve been standing around outside in the hot sun all day supervising your crew. I’m a mess. I should take a shower.”

  He nuzzled her neck. “Um… I can taste the salt on you.”

  She couldn’t get away from his nibbling teeth. He only had one arm around her, but it was enough to hold her in place. He lifted her hand and kissed down under her arm. She tried to wiggle away, but couldn’t.

  He held her arm, stretching it high as he took a deep sniff of her underarm, breathing in her heady scent. He liked sweat, he liked making his submissives sweat as they worked through a scene together. It was one of the most primal, healthy things their body did. She didn’t smell like chemicals or artificial flowers. She smelled like a real woman.

  He couldn’t get enough. He threw her on the bed and kissed down to her pussy. Again she tried to put her hands down, saying, “No, Hunter!” But he persisted because she didn’t say stop, burying his face in her soft reddish hair, licking up her sweet saltiness. He buried his tongue inside of her, making her moan as she threw back her head, finally letting him do what he wanted.

  He licked and lightly flicked her clit with his tongue, taking his time, building slowly until he was moving so fast she writhed from side to side. When she came, all of her muscles clenched, fighting him as he held her down on the bed.

  Then when she was limp, Hunter warmed up the water in the shower and carried her in. He soaped every part of her, using the purple nylon scrubby on her fingers and toes as she braced herself against his back, letting the hot water stream over them. He washed her hair and took careful note of the brand so he could get some for his place. And the type of razor and toothpaste she used.

  “Do you trust me?” He held up the razor.

  Her eyes went round. “You’re not going to cut me with that!”

  “No! Never let anyone draw blood unless you’re in sterile conditions.”

  She nodded, looking a little dazed. He wasn’t sure if that was TMI right now, or not. But the thought of some jerk hurting her because she didn’t know anything made his vision turn red. He had to teach her to protect herself.

  “I want to shave your pussy. It will make you even more sensitive. And I love the way it looks.”

  “Like a little girl?” she blurted out.

  “No, like you’re completely naked and exposed. Like you can’t hide behind anything, not even a little fuzz of hair.”

  “I thought women got waxed when they wanted to get rid of the hair down there.”

  “You can, once I shave you and it grows in a bit. It’s easier to wax if the hair is shorter.”

  She was staring at him amazed. “Well, aren’t you the expert.”

  Hunter laughed. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard that.”

  His laughter seemed to make her more comfortable. She smiled back, no longer looking at him like he was showing her his pet tarantula.

  “Okay, I guess so,” she said.

  “Sit there, on the front edge of the toilet.” He positioned her on the lid, then pushed her shoulders back. “Lean against the tank. Now here’s the hard part.” He put his hands between her legs and slowly forced them open.

  She gasped, almost sitting up.

  “Stay there,” he ordered.

  She froze, as he knew she would, then relaxed back where he had originally placed her. She really liked to struggle against her submission. He loved watching it. That was the thing he wanted most; that moment when a woman gave in to him. With some masochists, they wanted it so much that the lack of resistance made it not so much fun for him. Even Minx with her high-spirited nature had never been as exciting as this simple tussle in Kali’s bathroom over shaving her pussy.

  Now she was reclined back on the toilet, her knees as far apart as he could place them, covering her blushing face with her hands.

  “Beautiful!” he told her, stroking her pretty pussy with his fingertips. His cock was hard and raging to get inside of her, but he told it sternly that it would have to wait. “Do you have some small scissors?”

  She told him where to find her nail kit, and he took the tiny scissors and kneeled between her open knees. She twisted, breathing faster.

  He clipped the fine hair close to her skin, being very careful. He didn’t want to accidentally cut her. He let the fuzz fall on the ground, and when he was done, he gathered it up and threw it away.

  She was looking down inquisitively, so he went and fetched her hand mirror. “Haven’t you looked at yourself?”

  Her eyes shifted away. “Sure, when I was like fourteen.”

  He held the mirror so she could see her genitals. With the hair mostly gone, the outer lips were pink and full, protecting the short inner lips that were even pinker.

  “Wait ‘til you see yourself shaved.” He took the mirror away, and reached for the soap. He lathered her up, which she liked. Then with her legs spread wide, she made little hissing noises as he pulled each section taunt and slid the razor over her skin. It left behind pearly smooth flesh.

  With every stroke, he felt as if he was branding her. He had to leave his mark on her. Removing her hair, exposing her most tender, private parts to his razor and prying eyes; that made her belong to him. He would know tomorrow and every day afterwards when he saw her at work that her pussy was naked because he liked it that way. And she would keep it that way for him.

  He threw the razor aside and opened his zipper. His cock was jerking with tension, so ready to get inside her that only his determination to take her mind before he took her body had restrained him.

  She was languid and suffused with the erotic charge of letting him shave her. He rubbed his cock against her creamy wetness. With a hard push, he slid partway inside, but that wasn’t enough. He had to get all the way inside her pussy, nothing would stop him. He held onto her hips and took her hard and fast, as was his right. She held onto the back of the seat, turning from side to side and biting her lip from crying out too loudly.

  When he exploded deep inside of her, crying out as he came, he finally felt back in control. It was frightening how much power she held over him. But he could only ride this wave where it took him, keeping himself in hand as best he could.

  ***

  Kali was on her way back to her place on Saturday afternoon after doing her laundry down the street, when she ran into Pam and Karen in the hallway. Hunter had finally left after their wild reunion last night to go back to his studio. He had a lot of stuff to do after being gone all week. She tried not to think about Minx. She had to trust that Hunter wouldn’t continue his service relationship with her after he had promised not to.

  And why shouldn’t she trust him? He was the most attentive boyfriend she’d ever had. She had no doubt Hunter was thinking about her and wanting to be with her when they were apart. She loved the fact that he wasn’t into playing head games, making her wonder if he liked her. No, he put it all out there for her.

  She had protested at first when he constantly picked up his pencil to draw her. But she couldn’t believe how fast she fell into a relaxed pose, feeling his eyes travel along every curve of her body, knowing he was capturing her essence in his quick, sure sketches. It was pure luxury to have his entire concentration on her. She saw herself through his eyes, through his pencil, and knew how beautiful he thought she was.

  He had also proven how much he desired her. She was sore and tingling between her legs and her breasts, which he couldn’t leave alone. Her nipples felt entirely different, full and hard like they were always flushed with blood. She was embarrassed when she thought of the things he made her do, especially when he used the mirror to show her what her pussy looked like shaved and glistening from their mingled cum. It was so embarrassing that she felt a piercing sensation in her chest every time she thou
ght of it.

  But it also turned her on.

  She couldn’t help fearing that something this intense had to be a flash in the pan rather than enduring. But she was committed to trying, though from time to time she felt a sharp stab of certainty that there was no way a sex master like Hunter could be satisfied with only one woman. Minx had told her the truth. It was the distant light of a train bearing down on Kali as she willingly let Hunter tie her to the tracks.

  “I saw you with that guy last night,” Karen said. “The hunky one with the dark hair. Is that him? The freaky one?”

  “Yes, that’s Hunter.”

  “So you’re still seeing him?” Karen asked. “What’s it like?”

  Pam glanced upward at the stairwell where other tenants could be listening. “Let’s go inside.”

  Kali was glad to have the chance to talk to them. It made it really hard that she couldn’t tell anyone about the things Hunter did to her, especially not her mom. And she lived in constant fear that Selina would find out about their relationship and fire her for it. Selina would hate it that Kali had gotten a man that she wanted. Hunter continued to brush off Selina’s flirtations, as she vacillated between coming on to him aggressively and being frosty mean. Kali tried her best to ignore it when the two of them went at each other, but sometimes she thought Hunter enjoyed beating Selina at her own game.

  Kali was playing with fire in every way possible—both her heart and her career. But she couldn’t admit that out loud. It would make it too real.

  “It’s been wild,” she told them. “The sex is mind blowing. And he’s so sweet to me.”

  “And that’s a problem, why?” Karen asked, plopping down on the couch.

  “I don’t know what he wants. I don’t think he does either.” She hesitated, remembering how Pam had shut down the conversation last time she mentioned the kinky stuff. “His last girlfriend says he’s poly-something.”

  “Polyamorous,” Pam said.

  “That’s it. He likes to have more than one woman. And I’m not into that.”

  “Is he dating other people now?” Pam asked.

  “No, he broke up with this girl and he said he wouldn’t touch anyone else. But Minx says he does that when he’s got someone new, and then he opens the relationship back up.”

  Pam shrugged. “That’s up to you. If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. Being poly isn’t easy even if that lifestyle is for you. You have to be honest about what you want or you’ll end up getting hurt.”

  “I don’t want it, I know that much. Now I’ll have to see if he’s secretly expecting that it will happen. I can’t imagine why he would—I’m such a doofus when it comes to these things.”

  “What things?” Pam asked.

  “The sex stuff. Only it’s not really sex. It’s lots of other things.” Her eyes slid away. “Intimate things.”

  Pam looked at her for a few moments as if considering something. “You can tell me, Kali. I was in a BDSM relationship once.”

  Her girlfriend turned to her in surprise. “You were?” Karen asked.

  “Sure, I told you about Deanna.”

  “You said she was butch.”

  “Well, she was dominant in bed. She liked using sex toys. A lot. She had a collection that could knock your socks off. Vibrators, dildos, paddles, floggers, you name it.”

  Kali was nodding. “That’s like what I saw at the club last weekend.” Relieved that Pam would understand, Kali told them about visiting the Paddles and how strange it had been to see ordinary people dressed up and doing such intimate things in public.

  “I haven’t been to that club,” Pam said. “But Deanna and I did go to a bar down in the meat-packing district, before it was gentrified. There were all these leather guys drinking and cruising each other. The girls had a big section in the back where we had a party. But mostly we went to house parties where real sex could happen.”

  “You went to sex parties?” Karen asked. “Why didn’t you ever tell me that?”

  Pam shrugged. “People are judgmental. And it was just a phase, something I did because I liked Deanna and it was fun to do together. She was a top so she planned everything out, and I sort of went along with it.”

  “I feel the same way,” Kali said. “But I’m afraid that for Hunter, it’s who he is. I want family and kids. I don’t want to go to a costume party every weekend.”

  “I wouldn’t mind going to one,” Karen put in. “Let’s go check it out, Pam.”

  Pam looked at her. “Really? You want to do that? I don’t even know this Paddles.”

  Kali put in, “It was a real friendly place. Minx was there with her girlfriend, and I saw other women playing together.”

  Pam and Karen were looking at each other speculatively. Kali was starting to feel like she was intruding on an interesting development.

  Kali got up to leave. “I’ll let you know what happens with Hunter.”

  “Just remember to say ‘no’ if you don’t like something,” Pam told her. “Only you can set your own limits, and you have to be firm about them. Don’t let anyone hurt you because you want to please them.”

  “Thanks,” Kali said. “I like him so much, I feel like I’m trying to bend to give him what he needs.”

  “Bottom line is if you don’t like it, don’t do it.”

  Kali wasn’t even out the door before Karen was saying, “Okay, tell me more about what you did together…”

  Grinning, Kali headed upstairs with her laundry bag full of freshly folded clothes. She felt like a sexual instigator stirring things up. It was funny, coming from her. But it made her feel a whole lot better to know that calm, contentious Pam had enjoyed a kinky relationship and came out the other side without any harm done.

  Imagine Pam hiding that from Karen… but it also made sense. Kali didn’t want to tell anyone about the things she did with Hunter. Her thighs rubbed together, and she was so tender and sensitive down there, just like Hunter said it would be. It made her think about him all the time, which was probably why he did it.

  She wished it was already evening so she could see him again. She loved being able to let go with him, to let him take her down an erotic path of his own devising. There was beauty in not being in control; relief in being able to relax and let someone else take over. No wonder she had a hard time in the past climaxing with her boyfriends. She had been so busy making sure they were happy that she didn’t do anything for herself. But Hunter was focused on giving her pleasure, and she responded like a flower blossoming under the sun.

  No wonder she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

  Chapter 12

  Hunter gave Kali’s butt a swat as she passed by, getting ready to go to work. She jumped and turned, looking at him with such a wounded expression that he felt compelled to apologize, “I’m sorry. I thought you’d like it.”

  Kali rubbed her ass slightly, still looking at him. “You hit me.”

  “I swatted you. It was a love tap.”

  “That was more than a tap.”

  “It was affectionate,” Hunter said. They were getting so comfortable together that he had hoped he could push the envelope a bit. He was dying to spank her good and proper.

  “I don’t like that part of what you do. The way you hit each other.”

  “It’s not hitting, it’s spanking. You have to try it to see if you like it.”

  “If I don’t like one swat, I doubt I’ll like more.”

  She still stood there with her hand on her butt. Hunter liked pushing a woman’s resistance, but he had to be sure they really wanted what he was doing. She needed to be curious and ready for the experience, and then he could play with her wariness. But since the beginning she had a wall up against any sort of corporal play. He hadn’t been able to breach it.

  “It feels different than you think,” he explained. “But some people can’t get past the stereotypes about BDSM.”

  “You think I have a moral objection to it?”

  “You�
�ve been taught that boys don’t hit girls, and you can’t see that this is different because the intent with a sensual spanking is to make you feel good.”

  “Well, it doesn’t make me feel good.”

  “Okay.” He had messed up badly, to have her reject it so flatly. He shouldn’t be so impatient. She was just getting used to the idea of power exchange, and it would take a while for her to rethink her opinions based on the new ideas and experiences she was having.

  He knew all of that intellectually, but emotionally alarm bells were ringing. He felt like he could lose her over this. He knew his reaction was over-exaggerated, but she had that affect on him. Everything was important when it came to Kali. She continually fascinated him, and she was good and giving in a way he had never experienced before.

  He was going to have to dive deeper to get anywhere with her. “Since I’m going to Pittsburgh tomorrow for the casting, I won’t be back until Friday. But I was thinking, I could fly straight to Syracuse—and that’s not far from your hometown. Then I could meet your family.”

  “You want to go to Jefferson?”

  “Sure, you met my brother. Now I want to know more about your family. How you grew up.”

  “It’s out in the boondocks. You’ll have to rent a car to get there from Syracuse.”

  “I’ll figure it out, don’t you worry about that.”

  She didn’t seem thrilled with the idea, which bothered him and made him more determined than ever to go to Jefferson. Her past held the key to her heart. She was so busy guarding herself right now that she couldn’t truly let go with him emotionally. It drove him crazy how uninhibited she could be sexually, and then afterwards she clammed right back up again in her protective shell. He admired her independence, but he wanted her to need him as much as he needed her.

  “Okay,” she finally agreed.

  She was so closed off that he had to do something. He swept her up and spun her around and around, as she squealed and protested, until he set her down and began tickling her. She started laughing and wiggling, until he felt like everything was all right again.