Rusty Lovers

by Lilah Nichols

  There was nothing worse than feeling like every instruction had to be barked out like a drill sergeant. Well, there was nothing wrong with putting a little no nonsense bite into a suggestion just to be clear, but she knew he’d respond well and if he didn’t, well, that was what they’d bought the flogger for.

  His neighborhood was surprisingly empty for a Wednesday afternoon, and she got a lucky parking spot down the block from his building. There was a buzzer by the door with his apartment number on it. All the other residents had their names listed, even if it was only hand-written in, but Frank’s was blank. Eliza pressed it and wondered about that, as well as why he wasn’t buzzing her inside.

  “Just a second, Eliza,” he called from the top of the stairs. He came running down the steps, barefoot and wearing his terrycloth bathrobe. He swung the door open and stood back while she passed inside. She gave him a cool look.

  He cinched the belt tighter about his waist as he led the way back upstairs. “The buzzer doesn’t seem to be working from my apartment,” he explained. “I hope you don’t mind that I improvised.”

  In his usual Frank way, he stood to the side and propped the door open allowing her to enter first. The tantalizing aroma of his aftershave was in the air as the distance between them closed, and Eliza breathed it in deeply. It would be so easy to gather him up in her arms and tuck her head up under his chin. To just get comfortable in his arms and inhale.

  Instead, she refrained and made a gesture with her fingers about his outfit. “What’s with the robe?” She asked. “That’s not what I suggested you wear.”

  He plucked the food delivery bag out of her hands and bustled into the kitchen, tucking it safely away in his fridge. “I don’t know how long my com system has been out of service. I rarely have anyone ring that bell there. I knew you couldn’t hear when I tried the speaker button, and the door wouldn’t unlock. I had to run down and let you in.”

  “I could swear I made it clear I wanted you naked, or wearing a towel when I arrived.” The bag of recently purchased toys was sitting on the couch. It looked unopened at least, so he had followed most of her instructions.

  He quickly shrugged out of the bathrobe and laid it over the back of the couch. He was bare underneath except the short white towel tied around his hips. “I had gotten ready for you, Eliza. I only put the robe on to run out into the hall.”

  “Even so, Rusty. I still think you know what happens to a boy toy who won’t follow directions.” There was a certain emphasis on the name ‘Rusty’. She moved purposefully behind the couch and closed the curtains with a jerk. A quick look into the Adult Emporium bag revealed their assortment of goodies. Eliza dumped them out onto the couch and picked up the leather flogger. She used it like a teacher uses a pointer and gestured to the sofa.

  “Back here, behind the couch, Rusty. Feet spread. Bend over the back of it, palms down flat on the cushions.”

  It was like he was moving in slow motion. Here he was at that juncture. Wanting to try it all and yet wondering if he was crazy for wanting to. He stepped into place, set his feet, and gave Eliza a long lusty look as he bent forward, a look that said, “come and get me.”

  Frank had spent the time awaiting her arrival mulling over her words. Her long list had seemed so technical. Taking a scientific approach should have appealed to him when he was wondering if he was getting into more than he could handle. However part of his brain insisted this sexiness with Eliza should be spontaneous.

  He had stood in his bedroom, wearing only the towel and thought for a moment about doing an internet search for “steps to submissiveness” to see if such a thing even existed. He half-suspected she had made it all up on the spot, just for him. She probably had; it would be so like her. And drawing that conclusion eased his mind and made the technicality of it… just perfect. He was going to try everything she had to offer, with gusto.

  There was no sound in the room for a long moment except the harsh sound of their breathing as she moved into position behind him. Eliza knew instinctively he was ready but wanted the anticipation to build. His tight little buttocks was intriguing. The tiny white towel barely left anything to the imagination. It didn’t resemble anything she had seen in his linen closet. She half-suspected he must have stolen it from his gym.

  Her hand cupped over one ass cheek, caressing, sliding over the rough nap of the towel, then slid lower, to the crease where ass met thigh. “Oh!” his usual velvety tones sounded high and excited. She delved further, caressing back even more. Slipping between his thighs and rubbing over his balls.

  Eliza leaned down, resting her weight on him, pressing him down more fully onto the backrest of the sofa. “This is your last chance to back out, Frank. For the record, your safe word is ‘Time Out’. Just nod if you are clear on that and how to use it.”

  Her words were barely out of her mouth and he was nodding. Emphatically nodding. The palm she had been caressing over his heavy balls curved, cradling his sack, and then took in a light grip. Her warm breath caressed his earlobe as she leaned close to whisper, “I am hoping you enjoy this as much as I do. There is no pressure. It is my job to make you long for more.”

  This time he nodded more slowly and moaned softly. “You are good at your job,” he chuckled.

  “And you probably don’t need this, my sexy.” She took hold of the towel and gave a sharp tug. It came away easily, and she liked what she saw. The muscles of his tight buttocks were toned and firm. Pale white, and utterly kissable.

  Eliza bent down and surprised him, pressing her lips to the faint tan line in the small of his back. Her right hand caressed up and down over the smooth surface, and then teased up and down the cleft between his cheeks. “Shall we begin?”

  Frank moaned softly. “Yes, please… although I am not certain what I did merits a…”

  Whack! The long fibers of the flogger came down suddenly across his backside, changing whatever he’d been about to say into an “oomph!”

  Eliza swung it again, harder. “Ten here, and ten more in the bedroom, after I have you secured. And those two first swats were just for giving me lip about what you do and don’t need!”

  He took a slow breath, almost shuddering, and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” He braced himself, squirming as the whip landed twice more, hard enough to pinken the white skin. She was learning from his reactions, and gradually increasing the force. Another blow landed hard, right at the top of his thigh.

  “You aren’t counting out loud. How many was that?” The edge was back in her voice. His hips thrust slightly forward, pressing his shaft up against the couch as he thought about it and then answered.

  “That was five, Miss Eliza.” He sounded confident and eager.

  “Five total, yes, but the first two were for giving me sass. That was number three. We are going to have to start all over again.” He groaned again and spread his feet a little wider. He kept his head down and watched her subtly over his shoulder.

  The repeat blows fell in quick succession, making him jump and squirm and grind his cock into the fabric. Eliza caught him watching and took a handful of hair, turning his head roughly to focus down at his hands on the seat cushion.

  Once she had him back in position, she tucked the flogger beneath her arm and examined him. Her palm ran over the warm skin of his ass while he caught his breath. His backside was heating up nicely, and everything about him proved how right she had been that he’d love it. His hips swiveled, stimulating his sensitive cock. He was tense but still moaning and sighing. What a natural he was. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d mentioned how he had always longed to try some of the lighter BDSM stuff. She could well believe he had been fantasizing about it most of his adult life.

  It was like he woke out of a daze and remembered he was supposed to be counting. “One. Two Three, Miss Eliza.”

  Her eyes closed as she felt his skin. There were just a few places where the beginnings of a welt might be forming. Perfect. She wanted him to feel it when he ran his
hand over it later, so she put a little more force behind the next two blows.

  There was barely any skin discoloration, and while he jumped and gasped, there was no bruising. He had the perfect ass for flogging, spanking, paddling. She couldn’t help smiling as she administered the rest and he bit out, “Eight. Nine, Ten!”

  He held his position on the couch as he watched Eliza fold up the strands of the whip in her hand and slide the device into the Adult Emporium bag. Then she circled around the couch and gathered the rest of their purchases off the cushions. “You’re doing so well, Frank.” He looked up and smiled at her, feeling a little self-conscious that he was naked and spread while she was still dressed.

  She lifted his chin and bent down to kiss him softly.

  “Now get your ass into the bedroom.” She followed along behind him, smiling as he quickly jerked the shades down. Eliza pulled the wrist shackles out of the bag and tossed them onto the bed. “You slip into those while I slip out of my work clothes.” It made her want to laugh, how easy the sex was with Frank. How there was no pressure, just a desire to share it all with him. Her heart felt good. It was starting to feel whole again.

  By the time she had wiggled out of her cropped white jeans and embroidered peasant top, Frank had secured the cuffs on. Eliza stood in front of him in white panties and a white cotton bra, gesturing for him to hold out each wrist. She slipped the tiny locks through the metal circles on the end of each prong, snapping them closed. He gave a long sigh as the locks clicked.

  “I love it, Eliza…” Frank examined the way the locks functioned and then lay back on the bed, lifting his arms up to the headboard. He smiled at the woman who had opened his world so completely and made him forget about the pain of his divorce. He grinned at her as she crawled up and twined a length of rope around the base of the bed frame and then threaded it through the strong rings on the cuffs.

  “Yes ma’am, I am ready for more.”

  Frank felt his heart pounding as Eliza straddled his chest and secured his wrists over is head. He could smell the sweet musky scent of her arousal, and he remembered flicking his tongue over her labia and clit. He wondered whether she would roll those panties off her legs and come back and straddle him some more.

  Instead she scooted back and knelt between his outstretched legs. Her soft hands found the hard length of his cock and caressed it, delving down to encircle his balls and give them a gentle squeeze.

  “Pull your knees up, and keep your feet wide, sexy. Don’t move please.”

  Frank nodded and positioned himself the way she asked, watching in wonder and anticipation as she found the bag of toys and pulled out one of the smaller plugs. She showed it to him, and then coated it with shiny gel. She squirted one last dollop of the goo onto her fingers and dabbed it around his rosebud. It felt cool and slippery at first, but she teased her fingers around, slipping inside, and finally declared he was ready.

  “Just relax and take a deep breath, my sexy man. I have a feeling you have been thinking about this for a while now, and it’s going to feel as good as you remembered.”

  “Oh, God, yes ma’am…” He was ready.

  He felt her fingers gently part his cheeks and press the tapered tip of the plug against his dusky rosebud. Her touch was light, but she worked the length of the silicone plug steadily into his ass, easing it forward and back, until it finally slid into place. He clamped down hard with his inner muscles and shifted his hips slightly, getting used to the feel.

  “It’s nicely tapered, and has a curved base and a long neck. It should be comfortable and not pop out.” And then when his inner muscles clenched at her words she laughed and gave him a small slap on his hindquarters. “Now roll over onto your stomach while I wash my hands. I need to finish whipping that ass of yours before I fuck you.

  Chapter 11

  There was enough slack in the bindings for Frank to comfortably turn over, and he lay there on the bed marveling at the circumstances he found himself in. He could hear footsteps and then water running coming from down the hall. It was like he could still feel Eliza’s touch all over his body, and he was ready for more. The sensation was incredible, he was feeling all in. Whatever she wanted. He found everything she did arousing, from the way she took charge to the way she made him feel like offering up his ass for a whipping or a plugging was the most natural thing in the world.

  His ass still felt warm from where she’d spanked him before, and the plug inside him was keeping his cock rock hard and oozing. He flexed his glutes and thrust his dick slightly in the tangle of sheets beneath him.

  This no-nonsense side of Eliza flipped his switch from aroused to high voltage in an instant. He adored this side of her. It set him off-kilter, made him feel slightly vulnerable, and yet he never felt in danger, like he suddenly needed to ask for a safe word. She talked about building anticipation and oh my God, was he anticipating. He moaned and pressed his hips down into the sheets again.

  “I see you started without me,” she accused, and he felt rather than saw her climb up onto the bed beside him. “Let’s do this right, so we can move on to the good stuff. Lift your hips slightly… yes, that’s good… and clench those ass cheeks together. I want you to feel that plug way down deep inside. Are you ready, Rusty?”

  Frank remembered the first time she’d called him Rusty, lying here on this bed with her fingers penetrating deep. He looked back at her and took a tight grip on the ropes that went from his wrists to the headboard. “Yes, please!”

  He tried to keep his ass raised and his muscles tight, but each swat left a little bloom of heat on his buttocks. He kept count in his head, as well as aloud. It took very few for him to be squirming and twisting under her whip. The muscles in his back and shoulders flexed as he pulled. He felt hot drips of sweat slipping over his skin. How had it come to this? He wondered. He loved every minute of it. He wanted more.

  “More…” he whispered when she finally stopped. “It feels delicious… please.”

  Eliza laughed and mentioned again how she’d known he would be a natural. She pulled back her arm and gave him three more hard swats with the flogger, each one harder than the last. They stung, and took Frank’s breath away.

  Then he felt her fingers on the plug, pushing it deeper, as if it had been about to slip out. He clenched down on it and followed her guidance to roll over onto his back. His dick bobbed as he did so, long and fully hard. The crown was slick and coated with shiny, oozing precum, anticipating whatever might come next.

  Frank watched Eliza as she stood by the bed and stripped off her bra and panties. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, and he thought she looked magnificent with the whip in her hand. She nodded to the drawer in the nightstand. “Condoms in there?” She asked.

  “A whole box of them,” he joked. Only when she opened the drawer, there really was a whole box of them, Trojans, Bareskin.

  She pulled them out and gave him a teasing look. “A box of 10? How did you decide? Did you stand in the CVS and think ‘I need more than two but not as many as 15?”

  “No…” he moaned as she flicked open the box and pulled one out. “I asked the pharmacist which one was the best….”

  Suddenly Eliza was laughing as she bit open the foil packet and unrolled the latex over his shaft. “Of course you did. My sexy scientist.” Eliza was smiling broadly when she threw her leg over his hips and positioned herself above him. His cock rose up, seeking the soft folds of her sex, trying to stretch up for contact.

  Her palms were braced on his chest, her heavy breasts the first thing he saw when he looked up at her.

  “I think I am going to like fucking you, Professor Rusty. How’s that ass plug feeling?”

  He gave a little laugh and looked away. “It feels good, Eliza.”

  “Say the whole thing, Rusty.” She had a serious note in her voice, so he thought back to their shopping trip.

  “The ass plug feels amazing. I want to feel it when I fuck you. I want to feel it when I c
um.”

  In response, Eliza pushed her hips forward and lowered herself slowly. Frank gave a moan of frustration as his cock was trapped between them. Between the soft folds of her sex and his belly. He could feel her warmth, her wetness as the head of his shaft came so close to penetrating,

  He heard her soft chuckle as she repositioned and teased again, letting him feel the drag of skin on skin. She let him feel the heat, feel the pressure, but not the wild thrill of actually joining. She kept it up, letting the velvety length of him press so close to her depths, gliding over her most intimate place, and then stimulate higher, over and over her clit. A ragged sigh escaped her, and the area between them grew damper… wetter.

  “How do you like this?” she teased. “I love the feel of this, almost like your tongue circling over me.”

  His hips pressed up, slightly harder as he rasped, “I seem to remember something about licking your pussy like this… that it would help push you over the edge…”

  “Oh, it would, but I’m not in the mood to untie you yet.” She braced her hands on his ribs and moved over him, keeping the tip of his shaft pressed close against the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Her body quivered as she moved over him, hips barely moving, keeping up the pressure, building the pleasure. His cock was coated in her juices, sliding easily.

  Eliza looked down through her lashes at him, flushed and tense. Concentrating on the micro movements as she sought her own pleasure from him. As much as he wanted to find his way home inside and pump himself inside of her, he wanted her to do this, to take her pleasure from him. He wanted it to go on and on.

  His lady knew so many things he had never thought of. He could never have dreamed a woman would want to feel him sliding between her slick folds this way. That she’d ride him without actually riding him. Now that he’d felt her shudder and cum under his tongue he wanted to feel her come apart here over him. The thought of it made his cock jerk and rise up, and he held his breath, fighting back the orgasm that was suddenly there about to erupt from him.