They took their time exploring each other. Learning the other’s body. Annie’s hands rubbed across his broad shoulders. She could feel the muscular definition as her hands stroked his biceps. Their actions were unrushed, yet there was an urgency too. Annie could feel his erection push into her stomach as his mouth sucked on her nipples, leaving them tingly. To the left breast, then to the right. At the same time, Thomas slowly grazed his right hand down her body and found her secret place. There was no hiding the message conveyed between her legs as his fingers opened the folds of her labia. She was wet, warm, and swollen. Ready. His fingers lazily outlined her inner lips, gradually seeking entrance into her vagina. His thumb landed perfectly on her clit. He pressed it slightly and she moaned in need. He continued the action over and over again until Annie lost her mind, her body filled with desire and desperation.
His thick, hoarse voice broke through the fog of passion. “Condom. Hold on.” Moving off of her, Thomas climbed off of the bed in a fluid, elegant motion, walking over to his pants, which had been discarded on the floor. Annie noticed him searching in his pockets, but was more intrigued by the sizable erection attached to his gorgeous body. Thomas glanced up, smiling as he held the condom up like a prized treasure.
The giggle escaped from Annie’s lips before she could stifle it. “Aren’t you ever the Boy Scout?”
“I threw a couple of them in my back pocket before leaving the house. I hope you don’t think me presumptuous.” Annie could hear the anxiety in his voice.
“Not at all,” she reassured him. “I’m really glad you had the forethought. I don’t have any and it would really suck right now if we had to stop.”
“No truer words were ever spoken.” Thomas climbed back on the bed and resumed his position. He handed the condom to Annie when she reached out for it. His body lay fully over her, making her feel protected. She loved the feel of his weight on her and the hard protrusion pressing into her thigh.
She opened the packaging and pulled the condom out. With her other hand, she reached down to grasp his magnificent cock. It was thick and long, the veins prominent along the length of his shaft. She could feel their definition as her hand stroked it up and down, her entire hand wrapped around his manhood. Thomas moaned when she swirled the pre-cum around with her thumb before she carefully placed the latex at the tip of his shaft and slid it down his rock-hard cock. Annie was overcome with desire to feel him inside of her.
When he was fully sheathed, Thomas resumed his action, kicking it into high gear. Mouth on her nipples, fingers in her passage, and thumb on her clit. Her pussy was soaked with arousal. His fingers found her g-spot and Annie cried out.
“Please, Thomas! I need you inside of me. Now.” Annie surprised herself. She had never been one to speak candidly during sex, preferring silence. Her cries were loud and got louder to urge Thomas on.
Replacing his fingers, he slid his cock inside her… slowly… allowing her to savor every heavenly inch. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his sizable girth. She felt tight, but he was able to glide in easily, given her natural lubrication. Once fully inside of her, he lifted his head, his lips seeking hers. Their joining was pure sensuality, unrushed lovemaking. He thrust his cock in and out of her, gradually increasing the speed.
Annie absorbed the delightful feeling of fullness as his penis hit her g-spot over and over, causing little tingles like electrical shocks. Her hips rose, meeting him thrust for thrust. His index finger found her clit, rubbing circles over her pearl.
His fingers slowed, easing in pressure, but maintaining the circular motion around the bundle of nerves. “Hold off,” he demanded. “Stretch the sensations out as long as possible.” She was so close to climax, but complied with his request.
“Please… please, Thomas!” Annie pleaded. She was overwhelmed. Thomas knew exactly what to do to make her body sing. It felt amazing.
“Trust me, baby. Wait, just a bit longer.” Thomas commanded through gritted teeth, pumping faster and thrusting with more force. Annie was on the edge of orgasm.
“I can’t wait,” she cried. “Please. Please.” Her body was on fire. Her pussy was a raging inferno. A volcano ready to erupt.
Picking up speed, he ordered, “Come. Come now, Annie.”
His permission was the catalyst as her body became taut, bright starbursts of light exploded behind her closed eyelids. Intense pleasure coursed through her body as her back arched high up off of the bed, pulling Thomas into her as deeply as possible. With only slight awareness, she felt Thomas stiffen in stillness and heard him moan. He lay heavily on top of her and the weight of his body was welcome, making her feel cocooned in safety. Their chests heaved as they came down from the high of climax.
“Wow.” Annie made the simple, yet accurate statement, catching her breath. She felt dizzy. The intensity of her climax was unbelievable.
“Wow indeed,” Thomas concurred, still breathing heavily. Rolling off to lie on his side beside her, he kept his arms around Annie, pulling her with him so they faced each other. Thomas kissed her lips sweetly. Reverently. They lay sated.
Many minutes later, Annie proclaimed, “I’m starving.”
Thomas grinned in agreement. “Our reservation time has long since passed, so I’m pretty sure Chinese is out.”
Annie laughed. “You think?” She looked up into his crystal blue eyes, flecks of green dancing in them. “Totally worth it though,” she added.
“Totally worth it,” he concurred.
“How about we order a pizza,” Annie suggested.
“Pizza sounds great. Do you have a favorite place that delivers?”
After getting dressed, Thomas and Annie sat on the couch, sipping wine and nibbling on a large cheese pizza. Both were quiet, deep in their own thoughts. Annie’s body was still humming in pleasure after the fantastic sex. She loved everything about Thomas and was falling fast for him. Aside from being very romantic and a perfect gentleman, there was another dimension to him that she craved. It was that demanding, authoritative alpha maleness that woke up something in her. A desire to be led, taken, and wanton. Thomas played her body like a finely tuned instrument with his commands and magic fingers. His fierce nature in the bedroom caused Annie’s sex drive to skyrocket. She would do anything he asked if she could continue to have sex like that. He made her feel completely alive.
Ironically, Annie had always been curious about domination and submission. In fact, she had a small amount of experience with experimentation. One of her first real boyfriends out of college, Peter, had liked to spank her. He was the second man she had ever had sex with. Her college boyfriend, Brendan, took her virginity one awkward and confusing night during her senior year. That experience barely counted. But it was Peter who had introduced her to carnal pleasures.
Peter had been patient and adventurous. He reassured her when she expressed her apprehension, understanding her experience was very limited. Annie had been surprised to find that she really liked being spanked during sex. It enhanced her arousal and spurred her on to her first real orgasm. The explosive, feel-good-in-every-way kind of orgasm.
Peter had used playful spanking as he pounded into her from behind, and she had found that she liked it a bit rough. At the time, it had troubled Annie that she wanted it that way. It had only been through further experience and information, at Peter’s urging, that she had realized there was nothing wrong with it at all, and the recent explosion of mainstream BDSM had only confirmed that there were lots of women who liked it that way.
Unfortunately for Annie, Peter had been her first and last adventurous lover. After Peter, there had been Travis, a short-lived relationship until she met Greg. Annie and Greg had a long stretch together as they built their careers with long-term plans to marry and start a family. But sadly, that plan had not panned out.
* * *
Thomas was carefully considering what he needed to say to Annie. He really liked her and wanted to explore a D/s aspect to their newfound romantic relatio
nship. He had never tried to have both but he wanted to, so desperately with Annie. They were smart people and could figure out how to make it work.
Thomas felt like he was on the cusp of something huge in his life. All of his desires for a woman to share his life with were within reach. Annie’s fiery spirit was coupled with a sweetness that could give a man a toothache. After the past two days, all his teeth were aching. Annie embodied everything he wanted in a woman. Now to tread on the topic that could make or break things. He had to tell her and hope that his instincts were right; Annie had a submissive nature that would perfectly complement his dominant personality.
Thomas ran his right hand through his hair, building up the courage to start the necessary conversation. “Annie, there’s something I need to talk to you about and, to be perfectly honest, I am a bit nervous about it.” His words tapered off as he gauged her reaction.
Thomas could see the wheels turning as Annie anticipated what he wanted to say. “It’s okay, Thomas,” she reassured him. “There is no need to be nervous.” She didn’t look convincing. To Thomas, it looked like Annie might become ill. He was scaring her. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
Before he could say another word, Annie blurted, “Oh my God, are you married?”
“W… what?” Thomas asked, incredulous. “No, of course not, Annie. I would never do something like that. I told you the truth when I said I’ve never been married.” Trying to lighten the room, he added, “There’s no hidden wife in the attic.” His reference to her favorite book, Jane Eyre, made her smile.
“I didn’t think so, Thomas, but you sounded so serious. The air in the room became heavy when you said you wanted to talk to me. What could it be that would make you so apprehensive?” She looked at him with an inquisitive gaze.
Taking a deep breath, she continued to think out loud. “So, not married. That’s good.” Her brow furrowed in concentration, then rose in astonishment. “Are you gay?” Her voice was incredulous.
Thomas stared at Annie in disbelief. She thinks I’m gay?
Before he could speak, she answered her own question. “No, you can’t be gay, not after that.” She pointed in the direction of her bedroom. “Okay, so not married, not gay. I’m pretty sure that whatever it is you need to tell me, you don’t need to be nervous. We’ve ruled out the only two deal-breakers I can think of.” Annie smiled warmly.
If you only knew. He found her rambling endearing, but he needed to tell her. Regardless of her reaction, she had to know so she could make an informed decision about being with him. The question was, what would she say and do when he told her the truth?
“It’s something I need to tell you about me. About who I am. Well, a part of who I am. No, that’s not it. What I mean is… I’m… I’m…” Thomas shook his head in frustration. She must think I’m an ass. The illustrious Dr. Callahan cannot put a coherent sentence together to save his life. Reduced to unintelligible rambling. It was mortifying.
Annie’s expression was serious. She used her hands for emphasis and demanded, “Cut to the chase and spit it out, Thomas!”
She is simply adorable. Please let her be okay with it, he silently prayed before confessing. “It’s just that, I… I have certain… preferences, if you will.” He emphasized the word ‘preferences.’ “I have particular tastes and desires. I live a lifestyle that may come as a shock to you. But I don’t want you to be frightened or turned off. Just don’t kick me out without a discussion first. I’ll answer any questions you have. Just please hear me out before you make any decisions about us.”
Thomas studied her, watching the confused expression morph into serious consideration. Annie had a one-sided dialogue as she tried to unravel the mystery. “Preferences and particular tastes. Afraid you will frighten me. “Lifestyle that will shock me.” All of the words tumbled out of her mouth. Suddenly, she bounced and clapped her hands in excitement. “I got it.”
Thomas was flabbergasted by her rambling and was sweating with anxiety.
Annie looked up at Thomas. With a clear voice and acceptance brimming in her eyes, she stated, “You’re a dominant.”
Thomas stilled, staring at her in stunned disbelief at her matter-of-fact, right-on-the money conclusion. He said, “W… w… what? What did you just say?”
“You’re a dominant,” she repeated. “I’m right, aren’t I? That’s what you are trying to tell me?”
His heart was pounding in his chest. This was the moment where it could end before it begins. “Yes,” he whispered. Finding his voice, he continued. “Yes, I am a dominant and I am petrified of your reaction. Or at least I was petrified of your reaction, but you figured it out before I could finish telling you. How… how did you know?”
Annie shook her head, laughing in response. “Thomas, you are in command of everything you do. You exude a level of confidence, have a demanding presence and arrogance. It’s not hard to figure out. At least not to me. I analyze people’s behavior for a living. Not to mention you used the word, ‘lifestyle.’ I read enough erotica to know what that word means. You mentioned ‘particular tastes.’ If this conversation were on my e-reader it would be plain as day what you were talking about. Like I said, I read lots of erotica and BDSM is my favorite genre.” Excitement added shine to her eyes and color to her cheeks. She looked smug, sitting up straight.
It took him a minute to respond. He could not deny her sharp intellect and quick wit. Thomas blew out a long, slow breath, grateful for the turn of the conversation. Her articulate assessment was a relief. Turning over her words in his head, he realized how amusing the entire conversation was. Now that his fears had receded, he could partake in the pleasure of their comfortable banter.
“Hmm, we’ll come back to your knowledge of my lifestyle via erotica and your ‘favorite genre.’” He held his hands up to make air quotations. “First, let’s go back to something else you said. Arrogance?” he asked playfully.
She snickered. “Along with exuding confidence and having a demanding presence,” Annie quickly retorted. “Didn’t you hear that part?”
The break in tension was a welcome relief for Thomas. His face became more serious as he gazed into her warm, brown eyes. Cautiously, he asked, “And how do you feel about the fact that I am a dominant? Do you know what that means?”
Chuckling, she answered. “Yes, you dominate people. I assume women. Well, I hope women. I mean, we did already exclude that you are gay.”
He could not stop the smile that crawled across his face. She was simply precious. “Yes, absolutely with women,” he clarified. Getting impatient, he added, “You have not answered my other question. How do you feel about that… about me being a dom?” He spoke slowly, in a cautious tone.
Annie shrugged her shoulders, sweeping her hair back behind her left ear. “I think it’s just what I need and want.”
Thomas stared blankly at her, unsure if he heard correctly.
She added, “I mean I don’t have any practical experience with your lifestyle. Unless you count some bedroom games in college.”
Thomas was so taken by surprise, his eyebrows rose high enough to reach his hairline. Bedroom games in college? Oh, we are definitely coming back to that topic, baby.
Annie laughed at his astonished expression. “As I said, I’ve read lots of erotica.” She added, hesitantly. “I also have a collection of adult toys that I play with. And I certainly have… fantasies.” The last word was whispered.
Pure relief washed over him. Thomas was amazed. Here was his dream girl, being fully honest and open with him. She was able to identify that he was a dom. She was unashamed to admit her own experience and knowledge about the lifestyle. Talk about exuding confidence. She was breathtaking. She was absolutely the woman for him.
“Do you now? Well, do tell me, Ms. O’Reilly, about your adult toys and your fantasies,” he asked playfully.
Annie blushed the deepest color scarlet yet and Thomas grew more enthralled with her. His fears about telling her eva
porated, leaving him with a mixture of relief, anticipation, and lust. She’s perfect. She’s mine.
Annie sat quietly as she considered his question. “Well, Dr. Callahan, I’m a woman, an older woman and I’ve been around.” Annie qualified her last statement. “Well, not around like how you might think…” Her blush deepened in embarrassment at the innuendo. “What I mean to say is that I have an awareness of BDSM and a certain curiosity about it. I’m at a point in my life where I don’t want to wonder about things, I want to experience them. I can’t say that I have been actively seeking a dom, but the situation has presented itself.” She added, “Here you are, Prince Charming and a dominant all wrapped up in one sexy package with a big red bow. Here I am, a woman who likes you very much and wishes to experience new things with you. You understand what I mean?”
Her honesty floored him. Taking her hand, he moved over and sat beside her. “Oh, yes, I do understand, Annie. You are an amazing woman, so confident in who you are. I’ve been in awe of you since I first laid eyes on you. I’d hoped that you would not freak out when I told you about my lifestyle. I mean, you are the first woman I have ever seriously pursued who was not actively involved in BDSM.” Taking a minute to compose his thoughts, he continued, stroking her hand gently as he spoke. “I have enjoyed the pleasant experience of getting to know you over the past two days. You’re lovely and I am captivated by everything about you. As I observed you, my hopes grew as I kept recognizing the signs that you might be submissive. But now my hopes have been realized that you are actually open to dominance and submission. To use your perfectly articulate words, ‘Here you are… all wrapped up in a sexy package with a big red bow.’”
As Annie considered his statement, he noticed that she was trembling. “Yes, I am open to D/s and BDSM… after we do a lot of talking. I mean, I’m a complete novice. We just met. There is a lot for both of us to consider here.” Thomas nodded his head in full agreement. “I have to ask you, Thomas, you think I am a submissive? I mean, I have always related to the submissive in my books, but your astute observations leave me curious. What signs have you recognized that led you to that conclusion?”
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