by Diane Leyne
Settling between her legs, he lowered his head and licked her slit from bottom to top. Then he’d gone to work. It hadn’t taken long before she was on the verge of coming. His mouth and tongue were unbelievably talented. When he’d pushed his tongue inside her, mimicking what she knew he’d be doing later with his cock, she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure as she came hard as soon as he pinched her clit. She’d expected him to move up her body and push his cock inside her, but he surprised her by not moving anything but his mouth.
He licked higher, caressing and sucking her labia but avoiding her clit, which was still throbbing from her first climax. She kept trying to angle her hips so that his mouth would cover that throbbing bundle of nerves, but he denied her.
She almost screamed with frustration as she pulled against the bonds keeping her arms up above her and preventing her from moving him into the position she wanted.
He just chuckled and held her still until she stopped moving. When she did, he rewarded her by slipping a big finger inside her. She found herself whimpering when he added a second. When he curled them, pressing against the pleasure spot inside her at the same time his mouth finally found her clit, suckling hard before biting down gently, she screamed long and loud as her body bowed off the bed as her climax slammed through her with the power of a freight train.
She sagged back onto the mattress, but he didn’t give her any time to recover. His mouth kept working on her, his fingers moving assuredly inside her, in and out, in and out.
She could feel another climax building, her nipples so hard and tight they throbbed almost in pain. She moved restlessly, but he held her still and he moved his fingers in and out. The feeling of fullness was wonderful, and yet it made her wish it were his cock inside her, filling her, pounding into her.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please, Max. I want you inside me.”
“But, Aly, I am inside you.”
“Just your fingers. I want more.”
“Okay.” She felt satisfaction and anticipation for about a second and a half until he shoved a third finger inside her.
She could feel another climax beginning to build, but his fingers weren’t enough.
“No, no. I want your cock inside me.”
“That’s not what you asked for. I gave you exactly what you wanted, and now you are dissatisfied. Maybe I should stop?”
“No, please no. I need to come again. Please.”
“Please what? Please finger fuck me until I come, Max? Or maybe, please, Max, fuck me with your cock…?”
“Yes, yes. That’s it. That’s what I want.”
“Say the words.”
“What?”
“Say the words. Tell me exactly what you want? No, I’ve changed my mind. Beg me for what you want. You want my cock inside you, then you are going to have to beg for it.”
Aly stiffened. He was good in bed, but she begged no man. She decided to wait him out. She’d already come twice, and he hadn’t. She knew he had to be pretty desperate to fuck her. She just had to wait him out.
* * * *
That resolution didn’t last very long. Aly felt the tears begin to flow. She didn’t know how long Max had been at it, but he’d been tormenting her pussy for what seemed like hours, bringing her back to the verge of coming and then stopping. Sometimes he just withdrew his mouth and hands. Sometimes he pinched her labia hard or reached up to pinch a nipple that had driven away her climax. At first.
Now when he did it, it almost made her hornier, like the little bite of pain went straight to her throbbing clit, pushing her toward the edge rather than away from it, and the bastard knew it. He laughed when she cried in frustration as he removed his hand just as she was on the edge of the precipice and only needed a little push to go over.
Once he’d slid up her body and she’d been sure that he was finally going to fuck her, but he’d just lain on one side and played with her breasts instead. He had tormented them with his mouth while his free hand alternated between playing with her nipple, pinching and twisting it lightly, and then sliding down to burrow between her legs until she was writhing with desire again, and then sliding back up her body to tweak her nipple again.
One time, he’d waited until he had her attention and licked his fingers that were coated with her cream, savoring her taste. Another time, he’d pushed his cream-covered fingers into her mouth so she could taste herself again.
“I can do this all day, baby. In fact, maybe I will. I’ll get those other restraints and get your legs nice and open for me, and you’ll be helpless. I’ll be able to play for hours. Maybe I’ll fuck your mouth for a while. That way, I can get off and you’ll still be horny and desperate for my cock. Would you like that, baby?”
She knew that he could see the desperation in her eyes, but when she refused to say the words, he just laughed and moved his hand leisurely between her legs while he suckled a nipple.
In the end, she had begged. She’d pleaded. She’d cried. She’d even threatened. She’d have done anything at all to get his cock inside her so she could come again. He’d laughed in triumph when she’d pleaded, moving his big body over hers, balancing on his forearms before reaching down and pulling her legs up over his shoulders so she was completely open to him and completely vulnerable. In this position, he had complete control over the depth of his penetration and the speed of his movements. All she could do was lay there and take it.
* * * *
Wow, it all seemed so long ago, but it was just a year and a half ago. She and Maggie and Jen and Rebecca had grown up together, so she’d known Max for most of her life, but he was always just Maggie’s brother. Even when she reached her teens and had a crush on him, he was ultimately Maggie’s brother and unattainable and a very safe crush because he always treated her with the same affectionate disdain that an older brother would.
She dated guys in college and after she graduated, but she found that she was always comparing them to Max, who had somehow become her standard of masculine perfection. It was like her crush had never faded.
A few years after graduation, she’d moved back home to Chicago to work at the Chicago Sun-Times. She’d even lived with Maggie for a few months until she’d gotten settled in her own place. Max was around a lot, too, and her schoolgirl crush turned into unrequited love.
And then one day she had been working hard on a story proposal. Her computer had bitten the dust, and she’d frantically texted Maggie for help. Maggie was out of town on a photo shoot, but she’d told Aly to head on over to her place and use her computer. Gratefully, Aly grabbed her coat jacket and had flown over there. Luckily she saved her work often both on the hard drive and on a memory stick, so she didn’t have much to recreate.
She’d been up all night when she finally finished it and sent the e-mail off to her editor. She leaned back in her chair and stretched. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized she wasn’t alone.
It had been Max.
Apparently Maggie had texted him, and he brought over coffee and bagels for sustenance for Aly. In the end, he’d taken her out for a big breakfast at her favorite breakfast spot, and they’d wound up talking for hours. Breakfast had run into lunch, which had run into dinner. They’d talked and talked and talked, and then Max walked her home and there was no more talking.
Maybe dating wasn’t the right word for their relationship, though. From the first time they’d kissed and had almost spontaneously combusted, their chemistry was off the charts.
It was like Max had looked inside her and knew exactly what she needed in the bedroom, without ever having been told, even desires she didn’t know she had. He seemed to be so in tune with her mind and body that they had the most satisfying sex of her life.
Although, to give him credit, he did talk about their bedroom activities, what she had liked and what she hadn’t and what he planned on doing to her the next time they got naked. He awakened desires in her that she didn’t
realize she had, like spanking.
If she had been asked before, she’d have said that no one could ever enjoy getting their ass spanked, but one night when she’d been being deliberately bratty, teasing him and then denying him, he pulled down her pants, turned her over his knee, and spanked her. Hard. It had hurt. But it had also turned her on. Between swats, his hand had gently caressed the abused flesh, and every couple of hits, his fingers had burrowed between her legs and found her slit dripping with moisture. The heat of the pain had turned into the heat of arousal, and she found she wanted more and more and more. In fact, she demanded it.
He’d laughed and smacked her harder. By the time he reached ten, her ass was pink and throbbing all over because he was careful never to hit the same place twice. Then he lifted her up and draped her over the arm of the sofa. He didn’t even remove his own pants. He just undid the zipper and pulled out his cock, covered it with a condom, and shoved it into her, sinking all the way in with a single stroke. She was so wet that he slipped in easily, laughing with triumph.
“Someone’s spanking got them turned on, didn’t it?”
And then he started moving inside her, his pelvis slapping hard against her sore ass, his arms wrapped around her and burrowed up under her top, pushing her bra out of the way so he could grasp her breasts, which he squeezed in time with his rhythm inside her pussy, occasionally pinching and tugging on her nipples.
She could feel her orgasm building quickly when he suddenly stopped moving, his cock still buried deep inside her, and removed his hands from her breasts.
“No coming without permission!”
“What? Are you crazy?”
He smacked the side of her ass.
“You’re being punished for your smart mouth. Orgasms are a reward. Why should I reward you?”
She wiggled her ass against him and was rewarded with another smack.
“Because I want to come.”
He laughed.
“That’s not a good enough reason. I’ll give you a hint. Have you learned your lesson?”
“Lesson?”
“Yes, lesson. You spoke to me disrespectfully. I have no problem if you disagree with me, and I enjoy a good debate, but I will not tolerate disrespect. Do you understand me?”
She was shocked. Automatically, she responded, “Yes, Sir,” in as sarcastic a tone as she could manage.
He laughed at her again.
“Well, you got the words right even if I think the tone could use some work. You can have your reward.”
This time, he braced one hand on the back of the couch and the other burrowed down between her legs to reach her clit. It only took a few minutes before her climax was roaring through her.
* * * *
A few days after the spanking, they’d headed out for their first and only trip together. A friend of his owned a cabin in Wisconsin, and they went up for a four-day weekend away. It was the six-week anniversary of their first date. Aly hadn’t looked at another man since their first date, and she didn’t think he was seeing any other women. She hoped that during this weekend away they could talk about officially being exclusive.
They’d arrived late and had fallen into bed, made love quickly, and then slept in each other’s arms after he untied her hands from the bed frame.
It wasn’t until the next morning that things started to fall apart. He said it was time to really discuss some things, his expression serious and wary.
She joked that it was usually the woman who wanted to have the talk and the man who tried to avoid it, but he hadn’t laughed. Instead, his face had gotten even more serious, if that was possible.
She reached out to take his hand, but he’d pulled back from her. She was confused. If he wanted to break up, he wouldn’t have taken her on a holiday, or at least, he’d have waited until the last night to do it. But she had to ask because she couldn’t think of anything else that would cause him to be that serious.
“Are you trying to break up with me?”
He laughed softly, and his expression lightened.
“No, that’s the last thing I want.”
“So what do we need to talk about? We’ve known each other for years, but we’ve only been a couple for six weeks. If you aren’t ready for us to be exclusive, can’t we just relax and see where things go?”
“Not ready to be exclusive? If I thought you had even looked at another man in the last six weeks, I’d beat your ass and you definitely would not enjoy it. In fact, you wouldn’t be allowed to come for a week. Understand?”
Aly felt her stomach doing flip-flops. His possessive tone sent a shiver of desire through her. She nodded, reaching out to touch his arm, but she felt confused when he pulled away.
“Aly, baby. There are some things we need to talk about. At first I thought that we could just be casual and enjoy things and let them play out, but as time goes by and my feelings for you get stronger and stronger, I realize that there are some things you need to know about me. It’s not fair not to tell you. You may decide you don’t want to have a relationship anymore.”
“What kind of secrets could you have that would scare me off? I’ve known you for more than twenty years. Even if we never saw that much of each other, I’ve heard about all of your exploits and success and failures and pretty much everything from Maggie. I know about the first girl you dated and the one you got engaged to in college who broke your heart, and I know that you are one of the kindest, hottest men I’ve ever met. Why can’t we just chill and see where things go?”
“And I know all about your broken ankle when you climbed that fence you were told not to climb when you were fourteen, and I know about how you used to sneak out your bedroom window when you were sixteen and head downtown to hang out with other writers who were much older than you and how you got grounded for a month, and I know how smart and dedicated and talented you are.” He smiled. “I think Maggie’s been trying to match make between us for years.”
“I think you are right. And I have no idea why I resisted for so long.” She laughed and leaned in to kiss him.
Max kissed her back briefly and pulled away.
“I know why I avoided going out with you, and we have to talk about it.”
Aly felt herself tense. What the hell could he be going to say?
“Aly.” He paused as if to choose his words carefully. Aly reached out to hold his hand, but he pulled away.
“Aly, we are friends. We like each other as people. We are also lovers who can’t get enough of each other.”
She nodded.
“You may have noticed that some of my, uh, interests in the bedroom are a bit nonstandard.”
“You mean tying me up and spanking me? Yeah, I’d noticed that wasn’t a usual activity.”
“Well, it’s not just an activity to me. It’s a lifestyle. Aly, I’m a Dom. I don’t know how much you know about BDSM, but I’m what is called a Dominant. I have an innate need to be in charge in the bedroom as you may also have noticed. I need the woman in my bed to be submissive to me.”
“Yeah, you are kind of bossy there, but…” This time, she was the one who paused to choose her words carefully. “When you say BDSM, you mean like in that book, Fifty Shades of Grey?”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Thank goodness. He used his belt on her. I kind of liked the spanking, but a belt would be too much.”
“You misunderstand. I say nothing like that book because that’s not the form of BDSM I practice. I want to do more than spank you. I want to train you to submit to me fully, body and mind. I want to push your limits in ways you’ve never imagined so that all you can think of is pleasing me the way I please you.
“I want to teach you how erotic pain can enhance your pleasure. I want to tie you down and spank you and strap you and take a crop or a flogger or even take a cane to your perfect ass and drive you so crazy with desire that you beg for my cock. I want to drive you so high with desire and give such pleasure that you’ll never, ever ev
en be able to imagine wanting another man but me.
“I want to take care of you in every way. I’ll fuck you and bathe you and even feed you. I’ll be responsible for your every need.
“I want you to kneel at my feet or, if you’ve been really good, sit in my lap while I feed you from my plate. I want you naked and ready for me at all times when we are alone so that I can touch you and taste you and, yes, fuck you whenever I want, without delay.
“And I want to show you off. I’ll put a collar around your neck and parade on a leash you through the club so that everyone can see the magnificent woman that I own, and then I’ll strap you to the spanking bench and whip you until I’ve driven you wild with desire before I fuck you in front of all of the club members.”
The words had come out in such a rush that she hadn’t had a chance to interject. It was like once the words started bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t stop. He’d obviously been thinking about this for a long time.
Had he been training her, grooming her since their first date, to be his sub, if that was the right term? And yet, while her mind rejected all of his words, she realized that her body was responding. Her breasts felt swollen, her nipples so tight they hurt. Her pussy was pulsing, the cream almost flowing out of her as her clit swelled, needing his touch.
Aly had felt her stomach drop. She’d never, ever felt this way before. To want to kneel before him, to be trained by him, to submit to him…How could she, a modern, independent woman, want, no crave this? She was horrified, not so much at his words. Everyone had a right to his or her own kinds. No, she was horrified and repulsed by her own feelings. It must have shown on her face. She didn’t want to talk about it or discuss it. She just wanted to go home. She needed to be alone to process her feelings. He reached for her hand, and she pulled it away.