by Barker, Ashe
For once Nathan’s patient, not pressing me to answer his questions. But I can hear his soft breath in my ear and I know he’s still waiting for a response, so I give it.
“But nothing. I trust you.”
“Trust me. That’s good. It’s really all about trust, Eva. That’s what submission is—handing your body over to someone else and knowing you’ll be safe with them. Knowing you’ll be safe with me. We’ve come a long way, Miss Byrne. Maybe we’ll make a half-decent sub of you yet. So now, would you like to try? Practise a little more?”
My voice has dropped, little more than a murmur now as my pussy clenches in anticipation. “Yes. Yes I would, please. Sir.”
He chuckles, the low, sexy sound stirring my insides as I lie back against the pillows. “Christ, you sound so good, Eva. Just your voice, whispering your submission, makes me hard. We should get started. Is your new toy handy?”
“Yes, it’s here.” I glance to my side where the sweet little phallus-shaped dildo is lying innocuously on the duvet. It’s big, wide, and a rather fetching shade of lavender, I note absently. I suspect it might be a little wider than Nathan’s cock, but it’s definitely not as long. And I checked the batteries earlier. All good.
“You’re very eager to be fucked then? Where?”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean, where? Here.”
“No, Miss Byrne. I mean, where exactly do you want to put that battery operated new boyfriend of yours? In your beautiful, tight little cunt, where I’m sure it will do an excellent job of fucking you under my careful instructions. Or in your arse, perhaps? Which will take a little more effort and instruction but we’ll manage very well. And you’ll be delighted with either outcome, I promise.”
Given our present endeavour, I am unaccountably shocked at the crudity of his words. No falling back on pretty euphemisms for my dominant, demanding Nathan, it would seem. I stammer my response.
“I, I don’t know. I hadn’t thought… I… Could I do both?”
“My, my, you are a randy little thing tonight. And ambitious. You can do both, but if you want both at the same time you’ll need to make another trip to my bedroom.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean that…” I can’t quite imagine how that could work, and definitely not as a solo effort. “One at a time will do fine. For now.”
He laughs again, low and sexy. “Coward. But that’s probably wise, Miss Byrne. Now before you lie back and make yourself very, very comfortable you’ll need to go to the bathroom and get a jar of Vaseline. There’s some in the cabinet.”
“I… Right.” Not stopping to think what the lubricant is for, I drop the phone onto the bed and sprint across to my en suite. Sure enough, there’s a jar of petroleum jelly in the cabinet over the washbasin. How well prepared my Nathan always is. I grab it then scoot back to the bed and jam the phone against my ear.
“I’m back. I’ve got everything now. I think.” Do I sound too eager?
“Good. You’re sounding breathless again. Are you okay, Miss Byrne? Do you have your inhaler to hand?”
“Yes. No. I mean, I’m fine.” Except I realise I’m not. Not entirely. Even though this is just us, and despite the intimacy of everything we’ve done together, everything I’ve allowed him to do to me, I am still feeling acutely embarrassed by all of this. I’m starting to wonder how I’ll ever look Nathan in the eye again when he does eventually get home. A desperate, sex-starved woman masturbating just because her lover is away for a few days. What’s wrong with me?
“I just… I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels sort of… Well, as if I shouldn’t be doing it. On my own, that is.”
“Ah, but it’s the forbidden that makes it so much fun. Lie back and enjoy, Miss Byrne. Let me help you…”
“I wish you were here.” My voice is small, thready, needy. I miss him so much.
His tone is low, gentle, caressing. “I will be. Soon. But I’m with you now in spirit, sweetheart. So, tell me what you’re doing at this moment.”
“I’m lying on my bed, talking to you.”
“Smart-ass. I think you’re taking advantage of the situation. If I was there you’d be lying across my knees, and your bottom would be smarting for that little wisecrack.”
“Ah, yes. I’m sorry.”
“I think you mean you’re sorry, Sir. Okay, now, are you lying on your back?”
“Yes.”
“Can you put your phone on speaker and leave it on the pillow next to you? You’ll need both hands free for this.”
With a gulp I shove any embarrassment into a far corner of my mind and decide to go for it, go with it. I push a few buttons and lay the phone beside my head. “Okay, I’ve done that.”
“Open your legs wide and look at yourself in the mirror on your wardrobe.”
“What! I…”
“Do it, Eva.” His tone is firm, the command one to be obeyed. So I do it. I obey.
I hadn’t even realised how strategically placed my wardrobe was, but as I lie there, my thighs spread wide, I can see the lips of my vagina, still gloriously naked following the Brazilian wax, glistening with my own juices. Just waiting to be touched, and stroked, waiting to be gently opened to slide a smooth, warm dildo inside me. Oh. Wow.
“Tell me what you see, Eva.” The voice is soft now, a seductive whisper brushing my ear.
“I can see—me. All of me.”
“Tell me exactly what you see. Use any words you want.”
“I see my—my vagina. And my clitoris. They’re very pink.”
“That’s good. Your slick, pink little cunt is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. And are you wet, Eva?”
“I, I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Find out for me now, love. Slide your hand down there. Stroke your cunt just like I would if I was there with you. Tell me if you’re wet.”
Despite what’s happening, despite my willing participation, I am still a little shocked by the crude language. This is explicit, even by Nathan’s standards. And it makes me hot as hell. He thinks I’m beautiful. There. God!
Watching every movement in the mirror I slide my hand along my stomach, trailing my fingertips across my lower abdomen to gently, lightly probe between my legs. I deliberately skip over my clitoris, although I can clearly see that hot, needy little nub starting to swell. Instead I run my fingers around the entrance to my vagina, and gently dip the very end of my middle finger inside.
“I, yes, Nathan. I’m wet. And, oh my God, this feels so—decadent. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Talking to you like this. About this.”
“Decadent? I like that, Eva. And does it feel good?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “So good.”
“You are making me so hard, baby. When I come home I am going to fuck you for a very, very long time. Now spread that wetness everywhere. Reach right back to your sweet little arse, smooth the creaminess in there, and then slide forward to your clit. Watch yourself in the mirror. Where does it feel really good? Where do you like to touch yourself the most?”
I can’t help the soft moan that escapes as I explore with my fingers. “My clit. It feels best when I stroke my clit.”
The sound of his voice is low, husky, coaxing me. “Take your sweet little clit between your thumb and finger, and roll it. Like I would, just like I do for you. Does that feel good?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes.”
“Is it swelling? Tell me how big it is now.” His soft, seductive whisper is quiet but fills the room. My eyes closed, I drift with the warmth of his seductive tone.
“I… How will I…?”
“Look at yourself in the mirror. Use your fingers to spread the lips apart. Can you see your clit clearly?”
I glance in the mirror again. My sensitive, engorged clitoris is there, quivering between my fingers. I stroke the tip carefully with my thumbs, and thrust my hips forward instinctively. Christ, this is so bloody wonderful.
“Can you see it, sweetheart?” The hypnotic mur
mur fills my senses.
“Yes.” I gasp my response—I’m having real difficulty forming any words now.
“Let the lips slide back together. Try to close them around your clit. Can you still see your clit?” His sensual words slide so softly into my head that I’m not sure he’s speaking at all or if he’s just there in my imagination.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good, you’re nearly ready. Now, push one finger right inside your sweet little cunt, as far as you can. How does that feel?”
I do as he says. It feels wet. And getting wetter. I ease my finger out then plunge it back in, moaning silently. Or perhaps not so silently.
“Sounds to me as though you’re enjoying that. Tell me what you’re doing. How it makes you feel.”
“I’m using my finger to, to…”
“To finger-fuck yourself. And does it feel good, Eva?”
“Yes. Yes. It feels so good. I want… I want…”
“I know what you want. What you need now. Take your dildo and switch it on.” He waits a moment, then, “Do you have it, Angel?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, now lightly touch your clit with it.” I hesitate, but only for an instant. I reach down, and cry out at the bolt of sheer ecstasy that shoots through my body as the pulsing vibrations sweep every coherent thought from me. The tingling, surging pulse rushes from my throbbing core out to my finger ends, my toes. It’s overwhelming. I scream again, and Nathan chuckles, approving.
“You like that, my angel?” Well beyond any attempt at coherent conversation I can only lie there, my legs spreads wide, my head arched back into the pillow as I press the vibrating plastic hard against my sensitive and swollen clit, drowning in pure erotic sensation. The pleasure is beyond description, and, although it’s me controlling the action, the external stimulus still makes me feel as though I am passive, receiving, absorbing.
The sensations build, spiralling out of control, and I cry out as the first tingle of orgasm grabs me.
And he’s there, knowing. “Come now, Angel. Come for me.” The soft voice penetrates my subconscious again, and I comply mindlessly. My orgasm bursts in white light behind my tightly closed eyelids then rolls through every part of my body in crashing waves. I gasp, moan, gyrate my hips to prolong the glorious release. It seems to go on forever, the sweetly intense sensations continuing to ripple through my body, at first shattering in their assault but then mellowing, soothing, calm. The intense surge of pleasure gentles and I bask in the aftermath, floating on the continuous voice, husky in my ear, encouraging me.
“…inside. Inside you now.”
“What? What did you say…?
“I said slide the dildo inside you. Now. Now, Eva.”
“I… Yes…” Without further ado or thought I tilt the dildo in my hand, instinctively knowing the right angle and exactly where to slip it. The outer lips of my vagina slide apart, spread wide to let the huge vibrating shaft pass through, and I press it home. Hard. Deep.
“Oh God, that’s… Oh. My. God!” The violent punch of renewed orgasm slams through me immediately and I arch into it, whilst the shock perversely, instinctively has me trying to pull the dildo out. But my hands are wet, slippery from my own juices and I can’t get a grip. And in any case my body knows better. So does Nathan.
“Lie back, enjoy. You’re fine, Eva.” Despite my near panic his comforting words ground me, penetrating my misted consciousness, and I relax. Slightly. The dildo inside me is so fucking big I feel I might split apart, and I definitely don’t dare move. I lie still, helpless—the vibrating pulses radiating outwards, stroking through me like electricity. I moan.
“Please, Nathan, it’s too… I can’t do this. I need to make it stop. How do I…?”
“You’re safe, love. You’re fine. Now listen to me. Slide your middle finger through the ring on the end of the dildo” He waits a few moments. “Have you done that, Eva?”
I fumble between my legs, my fingertips closing around the hard, alien intruder nestled within my most sensitive, soft core. I find the ring and slip my finger through.
“Yes. I’ve done it.”
“Okay, now pull on that ring to slide it partway out. Slowly. Have you done that, Eva?”
The delicious friction drags another soft moan from me as the intruder retreats. “Yes.” I breathe the words, hardly daring to make a sound.
“Now slide it back in, very slowly. Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels—big. It’s too big.”
“No, it isn’t. You’re just so fucking tight. You have the sweetest little tight cunt and I love fucking you. Even from a distance like this you make me so hard. How would you like me to fuck you this time, Eva?”
“I’m scared. It hurts. I need, I need you to be slow, and gentle.”
“Slow and gentle fucking it is then. My speciality. Slide back out, almost right out, and then slowly back in again. Tilt it upwards, so the head is pressing on the front of your pussy. Can you feel that, almost at the top?”
The tremor of intense sensation sends darts of pleasure shooting in every direction. “Ah, Christ, what’s that? How did you know…?”
“I’ve been inside you enough times to know exactly where to touch you, Eva. And I know how much you like that. That always makes you come, hard and fast and screaming my name. Now you’ve found it, hit that spot. Every time.”
I lie back, slowly, gently withdrawing the dildo and pressing it back into my throbbing core, each thrust easier as the initial shock recedes and I adjust to this new sensation. And it feels so damned good I could cry. Needing more, my movements start to quicken, and somehow he knows.
“Slow down, Angel. We agreed, slow and gentle fucking, remember?”
“But I want… I need…”
“Slow and gentle, sweetheart. Stop thrusting for a moment—just stir the vibrator around inside you. Is that good?
“Ah, yes.” Christ, he sure knows how to do this stuff. The wonderful new sensation filling my pussy makes me squeeze tight around the throbbing hardness. I groan, my hips thrusting, my desperation growing.
Again, he’s there. Knowing. “Do you want to come?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Then come. Come now, Eva. Come for me. Now.”
His gentle, urgent command is all the encouragement I need and I convulse wildly around the smooth hardness inside me, the ripples of orgasm once more pulsing through my now nearly exhausted body. My hands fall uselessly away as the sweet sensation overwhelms me, and I drift on a sensuous fog, the aftershocks still shuddering in my slick channel as the vibrator, motionless now, continues to tremble against my sensitive inner walls.
I sigh, contented. Replete, satiated, I could just drift off to sleep now. But Nathan is not done. Not by a long way.
“When you’re ready, slide it out. And put Vaseline all over the end.”
“What? Why?”
“You’ll need to work it into your arse, sweetheart. The Vaseline will help.”
“Oh, no. That’s okay, I’m done.”
“I say when you’re done. And it isn’t yet. Do as you’re told, Eva.”
“Please, Nathan, I’m tired. I just want to sleep.”
“You’ll sleep when I tell you you can. Now, do as I say.”
I hear the hard, implacable tone of the Dom in his voice and know I have to obey. Now. I gently, carefully slide the vibrator out of my vagina and, holding it in my hand, I flick the ‘off’ switch before gingerly struggling into a sitting position. The soreness in my over-stimulated, stretched internal muscles is a sharp reminder that I need to take it slow. And that I’ve had enough.
“I’m sore, Nathan. Please, no more tonight.”
“Smear the Vaseline on the end, Eva. Do it now.”
Resigned, I do as he says, and wait for further instructions.
“Now, lie down again. Spread your legs wide and bring your knees up to your chest.”
I know where this is headed, and every tired, reluctant
nerve ending in my very well phone-fucked body screams at me to tell him no. And in the middle of one of our Dom/sub scenes there’s as much chance of that as there is of me sprouting wings and flying round the bedroom. So I assume the position.
He knows without having to ask that I have obeyed him. His voice is clipped, curt. Gone is the gentle lover of a few minutes ago and in his place is the harsh, demanding Dom. “Now take some Vaseline on your fingers and rub it around your tight little arse, Eva. Do it now.”
Wordlessly, I dip my fingers into the jar and reach down between my wide open thighs. Again watching my progress in the mirror on the wardrobe I carefully work the smooth lubricant all around my anus.
“You’ll need to work it inside as well. Slide your finger in, Eva.”
My mind and body recoil. But even as I’m telling myself I can’t do it, don’t want to do it, the instinct to obey my Dom takes over and my finger slips in, past the sphincter guarding the entrance. I gently circle the rim, spreading the lubricant around that forbidden, secret space. I know I am about to penetrate my most private place, and it’s going to hurt like hell because that thing is huge. My now far-from-virgin vagina struggled to accommodate it—my poor defenceless little anus will be torn wide open.
Despite my earlier enthusiasm, fear begins to take over. I start to plead. “Nathan, I can’t do this. Please don’t make me…”
“I fucked you there already, and you survived it. I’ll look after you. You’ll be fine. Trust me, Eva. Slide two fingers inside now. Right inside.”
“I can’t…”
“Do. It!”
The commanding Dom voice takes control. I stop protesting and obey, forcing another finger into my anus alongside the first one. Actually, it’s not painful at all. But it feels so very wrong.