by M. J. Fields
He spread my legs wide enough so that he could stand between them.
He reached behind me and undid my bra and I heard him inhale my scent.
He pulled my bra off and set it on the desk. He reached over and grabbed two items that looked like small clothespins. He ducked his head and licked my nipple. A deep moan escaped from my throat and he tugged and sucked hard. He pulled back and flicked his tongue across my nipple and then took the other in his mouth and did the same thing.
My head fell back and I felt an unfamiliar bite on my nipple. It felt like he was biting me, lightly. It didn’t hurt it felt good.
I looked down and saw the clamp. He pulled his mouth away from the other and ran his palm over my damp panties as he clamped my other nipple.
“God, you make me so fucking hard.” He kissed me, and I didn’t give it up easy, but eventually I caved and his tongue stroked mine but he quickly pulled away.
He stretched his neck again and tried to relax. He lifted my feet and set them flat on the desk. “On your knees, Bekah.”
I let out a deep breath and did as he asked.
“Very good, Kitten.” He kissed me again and pulled back.
Was it odd to feel this much pleasure from his kiss? Was it wrong to be allowing this, obeying orders, being told what to do?
“You look beautiful every time I see you but right now I’m fighting all the desire inside of me. To show you what this can be like. To share in this experience with the only woman I have ever loved. Don’t tell me no, Bekah, not ever.”
I don’t know how to express my feelings about how wrong this should feel or the confusion caused by it feeling right. I felt the tears building, emotions over flowing, and I looked up at him as the first ones fell.
“Oh fuck, no.” He unclamped my nipples and picked me up, holding me against him. “Jesus, Bekah, I’m sorry.”
He sat on the floor and held me tighter. “Talk to me, please.”
I continued crying and pulled back. “You want this. You want this to be your life? To run a sex club? Not a normal life? Not what we experienced today?”
“I want every part of what we have experienced today. The family time, the flirting, the telling you I love you, the honesty, and the sex we were about to have. Yes, I want that with you.”
“You want to share me with people? At a club? You want to see and touch other women?”
“Wait just a minute. No, of course not, Bekah. Did you see what it did to me when another man had his hands on you? Fuck no, I don’t want to share you! That shit’s not happening. Fuck, you can’t even say shit like that again, not ever. The club sounded cool at the time. Before we had moved past the friendship and became lovers. I wanted to know what kind of fantasies you had. Know how I could seduce you completely. Then when you were evading me, fuck yes, I was moving ahead with the plan, at least then I would own a part of you. What I want now Bekah, is to show you what I need and want. I’ve thought about keeping this place for you and me to come and play but not have you checking out other guys, no fucking way. We finish it together and sell it. Or we sell it now.”
I leaned forward and held onto him. Afraid that what he just said was only what he thought I wanted to hear.
We stayed there for a long time holding each other.
“Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
“You want to spank me.”
He laughed. “Sometimes, yeah, I do.”
I was confused and it showed. He smiled sweetly.
“You do have this knack for fucking crushing me. If and when I choose to spank your ass, Kitten, know that each finger represents who I am. When it’s splayed across your ass remember, honor, integrity, truth, ownership, and love.”
“You won’t hit me.”
“No, but I’ll spank you.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“The same reason I sometimes want to bite you, or squeeze your ass while I’m fucking you from behind. It’s touch, it’s somewhat forbidden, it’s that animalistic feeling that comes over a person when they let go completely, consumed by pleasure.”
“So, it would be acceptable for me to do the same to you?”
“Fuck no.” He laughed. “I’m a man, Kitten, born to control the weaker sex.”
I was getting a little turned off by this whole thing. “I thought you enjoyed me before without all this. I don’t like this.” I waved my hand around the room. “It’s not who I thought you were.”
“You’re not being honest with yourself at all, Bekah. Right now you feel vulnerable and confused. Up for a minute, please.”
He stood and undressed. He was naked and hard. I couldn’t believe I was just standing here taking this all in.
“Better?” he gave me that cocky little grin I now knew he couldn’t hide.
“You’re an arrogant man.”
He smiled. “I’m confident in my ability.”
He walked toward me with a mischievous smirk playing on his face.
“You think this is funny?” I was curious not angry at him.
“I think the day I met you I knew you could handle it. You acted all sweet and innocent but flirtatious. I knew immediately by the way you looked at me that you were freaky as fuck on the inside.”
“Freaky as fuck?” I was a little taken aback by his statement.
“Oh yeah. I know now that it wasn’t just in my head. I know what’s inside of you. I’m just going to continue bringing it all out. Broadening your horizons sexually.”
“What if you’re wrong?”
“I’m not wrong about you. I was wrong for a moment about the false confidence you tried to exude.”
“I don’t want all this.”
“You do, Bekah, and it’s alright. Accept it, embrace it, and enjoy it.”
I started to object and he picked me up and set me firmly on the hard desk.
“You’ve shown me otherwise. I made you cum on a dance floor surround by people. You allowed yourself to be completely consumed by the pleasure I was giving you. You allowed my hand to be down your pants in the lobby of a hotel. I fucked your tits and your tongue lapped at my cock before I was ever inside of you. The way you sucked my cock taking it nearly all into your mouth to please me and in turn it pleased you.”
His fingertips were brushing my inner thigh and I felt myself spreading my legs further, wanting him to continue.
“I bound your arms the very first time I fucked you. I licked cream from your body and fucked your pussy with fruit and then ate it out of you. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“You woke me sucking my cock to please me and I loved being awakened like that. You’ll do it again, won’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I touched an untouched part of you, not giving you too much, allowing you to take what you could handle. You enjoyed it didn’t you, Kitten?” His finger ran up and down my now soaked panties.
I nodded yes, because I did, oh God, I did. His fingers crept between the lace of my panties and my swollen lips.
“You were in a hospital bathroom rubbing your pussy and licking its juices from your finger to please me. You know you can trust me with your body and I know you can fulfill every sexual need I have.”
I placed my hands behind me on the desk holding myself up as his finger pushed a little further inside of my warmth.
“There are times when I need to let you know I’m in control and times when I need to let go. The end result will always be the same, Kitten. You and I both completely fulfilled in a bliss-like state, knowing that we trust and respect one another. You know I love you. I don’t say things I don’t mean. You know I can give you pleasure. You know I’m selfish in wanting you and only you and that I expect the same from you, me and only me, Kitten.”
“Yes, oh yes.” His finger pushed into me and I cried out.
“That’s it, feel what I want to give you. Just this is enough to make you cum.” His thumb grazed my clit and
I whimpered. “Lay back now and cum, Kitten, take the pleasure I’m giving you.”
I did as he asked. “I’m watching my fingers slide in and out of you and I am taking pleasure in it. Not just moonlight tonight, you’re lit up, spread on my desk, I have never seen anything more beautiful. You are mine.”
“Oh God!” I tried to sit up, it was too much.
He held me down, restraining me, his hand just above my collarbone. Each thrust of his finger bringing me higher and higher. Watching his face I knew he wanted me, oh God HE wanted ME.
“Fuck me, Zandor!”
“This one’s for you, all for you, cum, Kitten.”
I felt my body tense and release at his command. Spasms of pleasure ripped through my body. I screamed and struggled to escape trying to pull away from his hand, the pleasure was too much, too much.
He slowed his pace when I couldn’t take anymore. I felt my body still pulsing, being brought back down from the cloud he had taken me to. His finger slowly pulled out of me and his palm brushed down my crotch. My breath hitched as he rubbed down again applying extra pressure to my clit. He pulled me up and held me as he kissed my head and rubbed my back.
“I love you, Bekah, please accept all of what I need from you and want to give to you.”
“Hmm,” I purred against his neck.
“Hmm?”
“Hmm.” I smiled and sat back and looked up at him.
He watched my face intently waiting for my response.
“Don’t hurt me physically or otherwise.”
He looked up at the ceiling playfully as if he was considering it and I laughed.
He smiled down at me. God he was beautiful on the outside, stunning actually, but what this man had done for me emotionally was more than I could have ever imagined. He was my friend, my lover, my tormentor and my pleasure giver all wrapped up in one person. One person that wanted me to be happy. He was more than I had ever allowed myself to dream of, on a good day.
Hurts so good
Zandor
“We’ll put it on the market tomorrow.”
Bekah looked around as she rubbed my back.“That’s what you want?”
“You’re what I want, and I’m pretty sure I have you. If you ever flake on me again I won’t use something like this to lure you back.”
“It was kind of sweet, in a very naughty way.”
“If you ever try to walk away, I won’t let you.”
“Oh no?” She giggled as she ran her hands over my chest completely missing the new ink I got when she was gone.
Women say men don’t notice things that are important to them.
“No, Bekah, you’ll be locked up in a kinky dungeon and you’ll then see that none of this is a big deal.”
I kissed her nose and she laughed and looked at me. I was dead fucking serious and she seemed to get that now. Her big blue eyes widened and I responded by lifting my eyebrows and giving her that I’m not fucking around look. She responded by scowling. I rubbed her pussy just to see if I really knew my little Kitten and sure as shit that thought made her wet—again.
I snickered and she smacked me.
I lifted her up and quickly bent her over the desk, cupped my hand and smacked that ass.
“Zandor!”
She tried to stand up and I leaned over her holding her down and smacked it again.
“Stop.” she laughed.
“Say it like you mean it. I’m giving you one more and then I’m fucking you real hard over this desk like I’ve been dreaming about for weeks now.”
I smacked her ass and she moaned. “Understand that after this, you’re gonna be sore, Kitten, this is all for me. I deserve it after the shit you’ve put me through.”
She fucking giggled and I smacked it again.
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yeah I am, keep it up and you’ll get it again.” I leaned over and kissed her ass where I had smacked it, her back arched and I chuckled.
“You are so not right.” She looked back and smiled.
“You like it.” I leaned up and gave her a kiss.
“I love it.” she looked down and then up again. “I love you.”
I froze and stepped back.
She stood up and hugged me.
“Say it again?”
“I love you, Zandor Steel.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I laughed because it was clearly not a time I expected those words.
“What’s so funny?”
“I expected that when I said I loved you I would hear those words back. But my Kitten doesn’t seem to be able to be herself unless she is stripped down to nothing and very vulnerable.”
She blushed and I kissed her. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, just don’t fight me anymore.”
She nodded her head and I turned her around. “What are you doing?”
“I’m gonna fuck you.”
“Are you gonna spank me again?”
“Not right now, no.”
“The clamp things, will you use them again?”
“You, you’re even kinkier than I dreamed possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You love a little pain.”
“I do not!” She tried not to smile but then she bit her lip and grinned.
“Aww fuck, Kitten.” I pushed her down, she was bent over, ass in the air. “You’re gonna love this then.”
I reached between her legs and pinched her clit and then smacked her wet little pussy.
“Ouch,” she squealed.
“Did it hurt, Kitten?”
“Yeah,” she moaned and spread her legs wider.
“But it hurt good right?”
“Yeah.”
I rubbed my cock against her and she whimpered, “I need to cum, now”
I rammed into her and she cried out my name and reached out holding the other side of the desk. I continued pumping into her. Each thrust harder than the last. Each thrust allowed pounding out a moan, a whimper, a cry, a curse.
“I’m gonna fuck you quiet, Kitten.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re about to find out.”
I smacked that ass again and she fucking purred.
I moved faster, harder, moving so that my cock hit her g spot over and over again. I have no idea how many times she came because I was fighting my release from the moment I entered.
She was no longer crying out, no longer moaning, or screaming my name. I was holding her up banging her hard from behind and she was spent. The only sound she could make was an ‘uh’ when I nailed her sweet pussy.
I grabbed her hips and lifted as I cursed and praised her in the same sentence while I overfilled her pussy, my pussy.
I leaned across her body and kissed her. “Fucked you quiet, Kitten.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm.”
I stepped back and looked at her ass as I grabbed wipes from the closet and cleaned off my cock.
I reached between her legs. “Zandor, I can’t.”
“I’m just taking care of you. I’ll let you rest.” I kissed her creamy white ass as I cleaned her.
I pulled my pants on and grabbed my shirt.
“Come on, tired girl.” I pulled her up and turned her around. “Sit.”
She did and I pulled my shirt over her head. I grabbed her tights and knelt down and she lazily pushed her feet into them as she pushed her arms through the sleeves of my shirt.
“You’ll be cold.” She looked at my chest.
She smiled and looked up at me. “When did you do that?”
She pointed to the little paw mark just above my heart and the word trust under my peck.
“The day I got back from North Carolina.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She smiled. “You do love me. The trust though, you must have been a little worried about that, huh?”
“No, the paw is for you.
The trust is all for me.”
“Okay?”
I laughed. “If I couldn’t trust myself to care for you than I couldn’t trust that anything in this world is real. I knew I loved you immediately but I didn’t trust it because I’d never experienced that instant connection before. Now I do and this is a memento of the most important moment in my life.”
“I love you. I just didn’t expect you to feel the same. I was scared, I was kidding myself. I don’t trust my feelings, Zandor, because I’ve always been proven wrong.”
“But you still continue to give your kindness to others so you do trust in yourself more than you think. It’s just time that your brain catches up to what your heart already knows.”
“But I’ve given myself. I’ve made horrible choices in anger, in…”
“In pain and in growing up. We are very lucky to have found each other.”
“I’m very lucky. I just hope I can give you what you deserve.”
“I trust you will.” I grabbed all of our stuff and took her hand. “Say goodbye to our kinky sex club.”
She smiled. “Goodbye, kinky sex club. Goodbye, internship.”
I laughed and so did she.
We held hands all the way to her place. I was loving all of this. It felt so damn good to love her.
~
We were getting into bed, her bed, “We need a bigger bed.”
“We?”
“Yeah, you’ll be living with me.”
“We should probably move a little slower.” She giggled and looked at me as she pulled her silky little pink nightshirt on.
“Should we?”
“Well, I think it’s the right thing to do.” She lay down, looking up at me.
“No, I have other things in mind.” I pulled off my jacket and bent down and gave her a quick kiss.
I lay next to her and pulled her over onto me. I held her hand over my Trust tattoo and she closed her eyes and shook her head. I kissed her hair. I loved her hair.