“I wholeheartedly approve!” Garrett exclaimed. His knees were slightly bouncing up and down, making Sarah vibrate. “I’m fired up! Ready to get this show on the road!” He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, his face glowing, and not just from the heavy stage makeup.
“Not nervous at all?” she asked, suddenly feeling silly about her own butterflies. After all, he has a huge role in the show, she realized, and he’s taking it in stride.
Garrett shook his head as he gently stroked her hair which had been done up in pin curls, then he pushed her off him and to her feet. She wore a red checked halter top and short khaki shorts, certainly nothing she’d wear in real life. “You look amazingly sexy!” he gasped, his eyes finally drinking in the full-length image of her as she stood before him.
“You look pretty damn hot yourself, Lt. Cable,” she cooed, stroking her finger down his bare chest as it peeked out from his Marine uniform shirt. “I can’t believe you spend so much time on stage shirtless!” She studied the thick makeup covering up his tattoos. Close up she could still see the darkness of the ink lurking underneath the flesh-colored paint.
“I know, it’s about time they exploit male sexuality for a change, huh?” he snickered and they both laughed remembering how controversial the show was back when it debuted in 1949. She had explained to Abby how the relationships portrayed in the musical really challenged audiences’ beliefs about racism and even garnered political backlash. One of the endless reasons why Sarah enjoyed Garrett’s company so much was that he completely got the context and sub-context of the show.
“So,” Garrett said, changing the subject, “what are the chances we’ll be rendezvousing later tonight?” He wore a hopeful grin.
Sarah giggled. “I have every intention of making it an ‘enchanted’ evening for you, my darling,” she teased, referring to the famous song from the score. “As a matter of fact,” she winked, “you have to be carefully taught...” she paused as he got the reference from another South Pacific tune, “how to properly enjoy yourself.”
Garrett sighed and wittily responded with another show reference: “There’s nothing like a dame!”
***
It took only a few moments for Garrett to realize that Sarah was in character and meant business. She had already stripped the khaki uniform from his sweaty body and shoved him into the shower, warning him that he better emerge scrupulously clean, with all his makeup scrubbed off. And she knew him and the effects of a rigorous performance well enough to guess that he’d be perfectly willing to acquiesce to her authority after pouring his heart out on stage for the past two hours. While he was obeying her command, she readied all of the implements she planned to employ during their session, the idea for which was born when she read a blog he’d posted in which he fantasized about being dominated by a strong, aggressive woman.
I got this, Sarah coached herself as she harnessed herself into the black leather strap-on. He’s going to be shocked! A few of the phrases she’d gleaned from his writing popped into her mind and her arousal flared again like it had when she had originally read his words. She planned to incorporate as many of the elements from the fantasy as she could. My attention to detail will be meticulous, she promised as she heard the water from the shower shut off.
She returned to the bathroom where she found Garrett toweling off his long, lean limbs. She caught his inquisitive green eyes with her own as he straightened up to his full height. “Yes?” he asked, grinning and maintaining eye contact even though he was dying to sweep his eyes up and down her body, which appeared to be mostly nude.
“On your knees,” Sarah commanded in a low voice, and he immediately complied, his head nearly coming to her breasts which were covered in a black tank top, no bra. She peeled off the black skirt which had concealed her new appendage. She watched his eyes grow wide with surprise, which was more of a reaction than she’d suspected the actor would allow himself to give. A huge, boyish grin spread across his face which immediately made Sarah afraid he wasn’t going to take her seriously. “Eye contact,” she corrected him as she lifted his chin and pointed it toward her face. She bit her bottom lip to prevent it from curling up at his reaction.
“Oh,” he replied sheepishly, trying to play along. “Of course.”
“‘Yes, Mistress’ is the response I demand,” she corrected him, reaching her hand down to his bare nipple and pinching it hard between her fingertips as punishment.
“Yes, Mistress,” he repeated, grimacing as his nipple swelled and hardened in her grip. His eyes now glued to her, she guided the hard black dildo attached to her harness into his mouth. He instinctively wrapped his lips around it and swallowed it deep into his throat, taking all but two inches. Clearly he has done that before, Sarah observed, noticing how passionately he slid his mouth up and down the shaft of her faux cock. I can only imagine what he’d look like with a real one in his mouth!
“Good boy,” Sarah praised him, stroking his hair and trailing her fingertips down his cheekbone. “I want you to take the whole thing now.” She grasped his chin in her palm and slid the dildo deeper into his throat. He never broke eye contact with her, but she saw a tear emerge at the corner of his eye as he began to gag on the extra inches of silicone invading his esophagus. Slowly and steadily he took the cock until it was balls-deep down his throat.
She was surprised out how aroused she was by the sight of him struggling to accommodate the length and girth of the strap-on. She’d never thought of herself as a Domme, not in a million years, yet she felt a desire burning in her and the moisture accumulating between her netherlips was threatening to drip down onto her thighs. It’s going to be as hard for me to hold back as it is him, she realized. She watched his erection straining up toward his navel, his own desire gathered at the tip of his swollen cock and beginning to ooze down the glans. She wanted to lick that drop of moisture and taste its saltiness against her tongue so badly, but she knew she had to make him wait. Orgasm denial, she reminded herself, that’s the name of this game. He’s going to have to beg me for it.
Sarah guided Garrett to his bedroom, leaving the light on so she could see what she was doing. She pushed him down onto the bed face first so that he was on his knees with his hindquarters up in the air. She took the flogger she’d laid on the nightstand and brushed it gently down his back, which began to arch under the slight pressure. “Are you going to be a good boy?” she inquired. “Are you going to do as I say?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Garrett replied compliantly.
“Do you know what will happen if you don’t?” she questioned. When he didn’t answer immediately, she smacked the flogger hard against his backside. “Or, alternatively, I may use my hand,” she warned, not happy with the minimal level of pain the flogger had inflicted. He didn’t even react. Sure, it made a nice cracking sound, but the resulting redness was not intense enough, she noted. She followed it up with a firm slap against his right cheek, which stung her palm and left a nice, rosy print on his taut flesh. He winced as the sensation traveled up his neural pathways. Pleased, she left a matching mark on his other cheek, this time harder, eliciting the desired pain response from him.
She took the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted a few drops onto her fingers. As she trailed her fingers up the cleft between his hand-printed cheeks, he sighed with pleasure. “Do you like the way my fingers feel touching your ass?” she asked him.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, arching and then pushing back against her hand as if he wanted more.
“Good,” Sarah said. “You’re going to like the way my cock feels inside you even more.” Her voice was like velvet, deep and smooth. She inserted her lubed finger inside him and he gasped. I can’t believe I’ve never done this before, she thought, amusing herself with how capable she was of taking on this unfamiliar role. I guess I’ve been missing out! She moved into position behind him and rested the dildo between his cheeks. She gripped his hair with her dry hand and pulled him back to her unt
il her lips brushed against his ear. “Tell me you want my cock,” she commanded him.
She could see that his manhood had left a small wet spot on the bed where fluid had dripped onto the sheets. He was so engorged that the taut skin encasing his organ was starting to look purple. Still on his knees, she could see how firm and round his testicles were as they hung between his long thighs. All she could think of was how badly he must need to be touched and how much she was enjoying watching him suffer. Who knew I had this sadistic streak? she thought deviously.
“I want your cock, Mistress,” Garrett offered, his voice raspy with her hand constricting his throat.
She used the remaining lube on the shaft of the dildo and pushed just the tip firmly against his anus where it immediately met with resistance. He winced again, and she was unable to determine if it was pleasure or pain. Likely a combination of the two, she hypothesized, knowing exactly what it was like to walk that tightrope between the two sensations. She gripped his cheeks between her fingers and pushed a little more insistently against him as his thighs began to tremble with desire. “Beg me for it!” she growled into his ear and then pushed his head down onto the bed.
His voice was muffled in the mattress but attained the requisite tone of groveling: “Please, Mistress, please put your cock inside me. I want to take your cock! Please, Mistress, please can I have it?”
Sarah shivered with delight at the sound of his voice, which clearly indicated he’d been pushed to his limits. He reached to touch his swollen member but she sharply smacked his hand away. “You are not allowed to touch yourself,” she corrected him. With just the tip of the dildo pushing ever so slightly farther inside him, she reached around his torso to pinch his nipple hard between her fingertips again. “I will spank you if you try to touch your cock again. You will not touch yourself or come before I give you permission. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, the sound of his voice barely transmitting in the midst of his exhalation.
She steadied the strap-on against his anus again and pushed more firmly, feeling it give way once the tip passed his tight sphincter. After that, the shaft slid in easily, aided by the lube. She felt her pelvis come into contact with the warm flesh of his ass. Oh my god, she thought, her fingers still buried in the muscular flesh of his cheeks, I can’t believe how fucking turned on I am right now. Garrett was rendered speechless, only able to emit the most primal sounds as she began to move inside of him.
“You need to come, don’t you?” she asked, knowing he wouldn’t be able to reply.
As she suspected, his response was garbled and incoherent; she imagined his mouth was drooling much like his cock against the sheets. She reached around him, grasping his rock hard shaft in her fist, stroking it up and down in an identical rhythm to the dildo moving inside him. She thought he might come unglued at the feeling of the much-needed pressure against his organ; his hips were beginning to push back against her as he tried to thrust faster into her fist.
“I have not given you permission yet,” she reminded him as she slowed her rhythm down. She heard his breathing, hard and ragged, begin to diminish as he struggled to keep control. “You like this cock inside you, don’t you?” she asked.
He nodded, still incapable of producing speech. She debated on whether to punish him for not answering her correctly, but she was enjoying seeing his vulnerable side unapologetically on display, the raw pleasure he sustained when his inhibitions had been forcibly stripped away. She reflected back on the blog post he’d written that had inspired her and tried to decide when and how she was going to allow him relief. With my hand? With my mouth? Inside me? Hmmmm, the options are limitless.
She continued to stroke both his cock and her faux cock inside him until she thought he may cry from his need for release. He had become like a massive bowl of jelly, all of his energies funneled into the blood supply engorging his genitals. She finally slid the dildo out of him and removed the harness. She only had to tap his shoulder and give the gentlest tug to turn his body over flat onto the mattress. He was shaking, his body trembling from his fingertips to his toes as she straddled his hips, pressing her soaked mons pubis against his throbbing shaft. “Would you like to come now?” she asked, wondering if he had regained the capacity to communicate verbally.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, his larynx still not in full cooperation mode. “Yes, Mistress,” he repeated with more insistence, more urgency.
Sarah was filled with empathy for him then, wanting nothing more than to satisfy his need. She lifted her hips and guided his cock inside her, feeling it push through her wetness and breach her cervix. “Okay, baby,” she said gently, gasping at the feeling of him filling her, that first sensation always slightly overwhelming. “When you’re ready, I want you to give it all to me, release it all inside of me, okay?” She cradled his head against her chest, whispering in his ear.
“Yes, Sarah,” he said, finally using her name again, his voice filling out his breath this time as he began to thrust up into her soft, yielding flesh. She knew it wouldn’t be long but she was already teetering on the edge and began to feel herself tumble off as he relentlessly drilled into her. She felt his body tense beneath her as he was suspended on that cliff. Suddenly all of the power and energy that he had submitted to her returned to him as a primal growl rose up within him, culminating in an explosion that she felt shooting to the very depths of her like molten lava. And once again, he was rendered speechless as the waves of his orgasm shook through him.
After that, they held each other in silence until they were able to move again.
***
Sarah’s eyes were glazed over from the book she was reading, but she still felt too restless to fall asleep. Her mind was racing; her heart suddenly aching, the collateral damage of memories firing through her synapses like tiny technicolor bombs exploding. She looked down at the pillows propping her up in bed and flashed back to a vision of James lying beside her, slumbering peacefully. She could almost feel him next to her, specifically remembering a morning after he’d stayed over. It was the time she’d received a frantic phone call from Rachel which sent her scurrying off to her friend’s rescue while she left James resting on his side with the sheet lightly draped over his hips. She visualized the outline of his deltoid and triceps bulging from the arm resting on top of the sheet and the way his eyelids lightly fluttered under the trance of REM sleep.
When does this aching stop? When can I go a day without this desperate longing engulfing me? she asked herself. Will I ever heal? She felt the tears dripping down her cheeks before she could think to control them. It’s so pointless for me to still be pining away for him when he will never be mine. She sat up and retrieved a tissue from the nightstand beside her bed. I’ve cried a whole ocean of tears for this man and it’s never going to bring him back to me.
She thought about other men she had loved, about Matt and Daniel, about Pawel and her budding relationship with Garrett. She genuinely had had feelings for all of these men. But none of them triggered the intensity of emotions that James did. Why? Why do I let him have this power over me?
She tossed the used tissue on the flat surface of the nightstand and reached for her laptop. She opened up Skype as if she knew he would be there. She sensed it. And sure enough, he was online. She had only initiated contact with him one time that wasn’t in reply during all the months since he’d left, and that was to tell him about Rachel’s baby girl.
I thought the right thing to do was to let him go, she thought. Surrender him so he could move on and have a happy life with Maggie. But I don’t think I will ever really be able to. She clicked on his account brazenly, unafraid of the consequences and not caring what he would think. He said he wanted to stay in touch.
He came into view almost immediately on his webcam, fully dressed in uniform this time. Her heart surged at the picture and reminded her of the very first time she’d seen him in uniform on campus during the “Don’t Ask, Don
’t Tell” panel. I nicknamed him G.I. Joe before I knew his name, she remembered.
“Do you have headphones?” he typed into the chat box. “I want to hear your voice.”
Sarah knew he could see the beaming smile that had spread across her face. I can’t help it. Just the sight of him makes me ridiculously happy, she thought, reaching into her nightstand drawer for her headset. “Hi James,” she said smoothly, pleased with how calm she made her voice sound despite the fact that her heart and mind were doing cartwheels inside her ribcage and skull, respectively.
“Sarah!” he replied, not even attempting to disguise how thrilled he was to be talking to her. “I’ve missed you,” he confessed, smiling so broadly that his eyes were crinkled slits above the bright flash of straight, white teeth.
“So what’s new?” Sarah wasted no time engaging him in conversation, still managing to seem quite relaxed.
“What in the world are you doing up at this hour?” he asked, glancing at the black-banded watch on his wrist.
“I can’t sleep,” she explained. “Got home late after a performance and I haven’t been able to relax yet. The house is too empty. Abby went to her friends’ house and Owen is with Thomas tonight.”
He leaned in closer to the computer so that his face filled her screen. The image was a bit slow in refreshing, but she could make out all the lines around his eyes and a faint trace of stubble on his chin. “We’ve been getting some fire nearby,” he said. “So if you hear anything loud in the background, that’s what it is.”
“Oh, James,” Sarah whispered, “I don’t like the sound of that.”
“It’s okay,” he reassured her. “It’s been pretty far away. You get used to it after a while. We haven’t had too much action here since the first week I was here.” He straightened up so that she could view his collarbone at the top of his uniform shirt, which was unbuttoned. He looked thinner, more angular. “So, how come you’re not with your new guy tonight?” he smirked.
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