Bad Boy: You Are Not Alone

by Kelli Walker

  I’d start with the bedroom.

  Her stirring ripped me from my thoughts when she rolled over to face me. Her eyes were still glazed with sleep and she cleared her throat to try and rid herself of her morning breath, but I dipped down and kissed her anyway. She looked up at me with that hazy morning smile I adored more than anything in this world, and I drew her closer to me before I threaded my leg in between hers.

  “So, what are we getting into today?” she asked.

  “Well, I have to work until two. But then I’ll be home and we can spend the rest of the day together.”

  “What do you want me to do while I’m gone?” she asked. I knew why she was asking the question and my heart leapt at the idea that she was so eager to begin. But, I’d already plotted out how I was going to train her, and it wasn’t going to start with the ‘lifestyle’ portion of this concept.

  “Anything you want until I get back.”

  I saw the confusion waft over her face, but all I did was kiss her nose and climb out of bed. Part of this was me showing her things she never knew existed and part of this was sorting this out on her own time, and I knew removing myself from the situation would do just that. I didn’t have to do into work if I didn’t want to, but the alone time to think on things would help her on this journey along with my instruction.

  The issue was: when I got to work, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  I was finishing up the BDSM online shop I was working on and I couldn't help but imagine her in every position and every scenario that used every single one of these pieces of equipment. I imagined her tied to a swing in the middle of my room and bound to the bed with her legs and arms pulled apart. I imagined her bent over and unable to move while I took that tight little asshole of hers and I imagined her strapped to the wall while I denied her orgasm after orgasm until she cried.

  I hit the final ‘enter’ button at a little past one and was thankful when I refreshed the site and saw it was finished.

  I sent it to the client who called me and told me how much he loved it, then told me to come on over to pick up my payment. This project had been a special project for me, and in return he was paying me in products he had in his arsenal instead of money. The toys I had were becoming worn and some of the cuffs and straps I had didn't sit as tight as they used to, so we agreed I could come and pick out whatever I wanted in exchange for a fully-functioning website with a calendar he could update, a running blog he could keep, and a store that would make him more money.

  I walked into his home and he had items spread out all over the place between three rooms in his home. I went around and looked at everything while I bit back moans at the high quality shit he had laying around here. This stuff was beautiful, and I couldn’t help but keep Tina in mind with every object I picked up.

  I would build an arsenal meant only for her, and if she didn’t want to explore any longer, I’d retire it and find something else.

  “See anything you like?” he asked.

  “Loads,” I said, smirking.

  “You’ve got someone you’re training,” he said.

  “That obvious, huh?”

  “Not until I asked the question,” he said. “Take whatever you want. I’ll be upstairs if you need any help.”

  “Thanks.”

  By the time I was done I had low-burning candles that melted into massage wax, high-quality leather cuffs for her hands and feet, a swing I could hang from my ceiling, two blindfolds, a ball gag, a feather tickler, a beautiful paddle with a silkened top, a magic wand, and a couple high-quality vibrating dildos.

  I took it all home and snuck it by Tina who was still cleaning up from cooking lunch. I slipped upstairs quietly and found my way to her bedroom where I began to set up everything I’d need for the next couple hours. She would get her first lesson today in what it meant to use this type of gear, and if I had it my way we’d play around for a couple hours before we’d rest and break for dinner.

  My cock strained against my pants with every prop that came out of its packaging. I adhered the cuffs to her bed and laid them out for her to see before I set the blindfolds on her bedside dresser. I put the ball gag away and out of sight underneath her bed before I picked out an apple-scented candle I wanted to light, then I placed the paddle just within reach on the bedside dresser by the blindfolds. I slid the rest of the things underneath the bed just as I heard her padding up the steps.

  “Tina?” I called out.

  “Kev! When did you get-”

  She rounded the corner into her room and I could see the shock roll over her face. I walked over and dimmed the main light in her room before I drew the curtains closed, and the flickering candle casted a small light over the bed that illuminated the leather cuffs that were situated across the sheets.

  “Welcome to lesson number one,” I said.

  She slowly turned to me with a curious glance and I waited for her to make the first move. Everything inside of me wanted to throw her onto that bed, cuff her down while she flailed, then eat her pussy until she came so many times she passed out. But, she was a beginner-- still taking in the world around her she’d been introduced to a few days ago-- and I wasn’t going to do anything that I thought would scare her.

  We’d work up to all that later.

  “Okay,” she finally said.

  “The safe word is ‘pineapple’. If things get too intense or you need me to slow down, simply say it. I’ll back out of my dom mode and ask you a series of questions, and from there we can figure out where to go,” I said. “Say ‘okay’ if you understand.”

  She whipped her gaze to mine with her jaw unhinged. It was the first command I’d ever given her that was straightforward and domineering and I could see the hesitation wafting over her eyes.

  “I’m not your mother, Tina,” I said.

  I watched the shock roll over her face before a few more dominoes fell into place, and she nodded slightly before her gaze turned back to the bed.

  “Ready for your training?” I asked.

  Chapter 22

  Tina

  “Ready for your training?”

  His words echoed through my mind while the comment about my mother sank in deep. Kevin was the only person in the world who knew as much about my upbringing as he did, and the fact that he would mention it right now meant he felt it somehow played into my hesitations. My mother had been the purebred definition of an ‘ice queen’, and every time the news called me anything remotely close it forced a bubble of anger to waft deep within the pit of my stomach.

  My mother coped with the way she was raised the best she knew how. My grandmother was mentally and emotionally manipulative and had robbed my mother of the life she wanted when she forcefully married her off to my father. She came from a very poor household and my father had a great deal of money already when they met, and before my mother knew what was happening she had been ripped from her own college education, stuck with a man whose last name she didn’t even know, and married off per an agreement with his family that would sustain my grandmother until the day her rotten face passed from this earth.

  My mother had been the subject of nothing more than a centuries’ old transaction of property, and I knew that had to have changed something inside of her.

  I didn’t blame her for the way I was raised. At least, not in my later years. I couldn’t stand her all through college and stayed as far away from the house as I could get. I leaned on my father more than I’d ever admitted to while I was climbing the ranks in the School of Business at the college Kevin and I met at, and he was supportive and provided the advice I needed to graduate.

  My father ruled with a soft hand behind a strong word. He never used manipulative tactics to gain the advantage, but when he said something his word was law. If I needed to be home, he was the one to tell me, and if I needed to come on a family trip to appease everyone, he was the one dealing the news to me. I had found ways to dodge my mother, even while she raised me, but watching her an
d being subjected to her manipulative ways to try and raise me in the way she thought was best had rubbed off on me in ways Kevin was probably seeing.

  After all, he never dared bring up my mother in my presence unless he thought it was imperative.

  I stared at all the objects peppering the room and wondered where the hell he’d gotten them. Had they already been there and I hadn’t seen them? Did he get them today? Had they been in his room, tucked away for no one else to see?

  “I finished up a website and these toys were payment,” he said.

  “You really need to stop doing that,” I said.

  “Lesson one: never sass your dom.”

  I felt his hand fly to my hair before he slowly guided my face back towards his. The tingling of anticipation I felt in my toes from looking at all the things decorating my bed had now turned to curiosity and a slight fear as his gaze slowly panned in front of mine.

  “When a sub sasses his or her dom, there is a punishment to incur. Sassing suggests a forward personality, and there is no room in here for two dominant personalities,” Kevin said. His eyes were intense and his hand was clenched into my hair, but even then I felt myself relax against the warmth of his knuckles while his other hand slowly crept up my shirt.

  “I see you didn’t bother getting dressed today,” he said.

  “N-... no, I-I-I uh… showered, but. But just-”

  His fingers squeezed my hardened nipple and my legs started to shake. I bit my sentence off with a low moan that rose from the depths of my throat, giving positive verbalization to the actions that were taking place.

  “You do not sass me in this room, do you understand?” he asked. His fingers turned my nipple before pulling it out, releasing a shooting pain that ricocheted through my breast and wafted down my back.

  “Oh! Shit… yes. Yes, Kevin, I understand. Holy, fu-... ugh.”

  He released my nipple before his palm massaged my breast, and all at once his hand fell from my head. I stumbled and his arm shot out around me, catching me before I hit the carpet of the floor underneath me.

  “Take off your shirt and panties and go get on the bed. Lay on your back, spread yourself like an eagle, and wait.”

  I nodded in understanding and that’s when he released me. I peeled the clothes off my body before crawling onto the bed, and when I turned around I could see him neatly folding the pieces of his work suit and slinging them over the chair in my room. His coat came off before he worked off his tie, then he toed off his shoes and bent over to remove his socks. I couldn’t rip my eyes from his undressed form, and when he was in nothing but his tailored work slacks that clung to his ass and thighs he turned to be and I quickly settled down onto the bed.

  His low chuckle filled the room with a sensation I was all too aware of, and I knew he was stalking me like his prey while I laid there spread for him on the bed.

  I felt his hand come down onto my ankle before I felt a cool, soft material wrap around it. He bound my ankles to the bed before I saw him appear in my gaze and he did the same thing with my wrists before he dipped down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

  “Mental health check. How are you feeling?”

  I felt my pussy beginning to glisten with anticipation even as he studied my eyes. I could tell he had slipped out of this ‘dom mode’ and was looking at me as Kevin, but that’s when I realized the second mistake I was making.

  This ‘dom mode’ and Kevin were one and the same.

  “I’m not going any further until you talk to me,” he said.

  “I’m alright. Just… processing,” I said.

  “The safe word is there for you to use anytime. Repeat back to me what it was,” he said.

  “Pineapple.”

  “Good girl.”

  He pressed a kiss to my forehead and my body shivered at his warmth. I tried to buck up, to feel friction where I wanted it most, and the smirk I felt against my forehead signaled to me that he was back.

  The Kevin that enjoyed having me tied down for his pleasure was back, and my body hummed with salacious lust at the fact that he was.

  I watched his shirtless form grab the candle sitting on the dresser and I watched him hover it over my body. My stomach rolled back, trying to get away from the source of the heat I could feel invading my body. He tipped the candle and allowed some of the wax to pour onto my skin and I braced myself for the unbearable warmth that would surely peel that safe word from my lips.

  But, all that hit me was a warm smoothness I didn’t expect.

  Kevin looked into my eyes before he poured a little more onto my skin, not stopping until he had painted my stomach and my legs with the oil he was dripping onto my skin. Without a word said between us he began to massage my thighs, and I laid there while I relished in his touch.

  “You glisten so well for me, Tina,” he said. “You should see the view I have of your body.”

  I moaned at his words while his fingers made their way up my thighs. He was dangerously close to the pussy folds that were chilled from the air conditioning that had just kicked on, but I bucked against him when he hopped to my stomach and began massaging my breasts.

  “Oh, Kevin.”

  “That feel good?”

  “Mhm,” I hummed.

  “Good.”

  His hands continued to manipulate my muscles and my breasts while my nipples grew harder underneath his touch. He dipped his mouth down and wrapped them slowly around each of them, pulling and tugging with his teeth as my back arched into his face. I pulled against the restraints, wanting desperately to rake my fingers in his hair, but all I did was buck the bed in frustration before he released my nipples with a pop.

  I felt his hands slowly move down my body, prickling the skin on my arms and legs while his lips pressed kisses along my skin. This was not at all how I saw this playing out, and my body was fully giving itself over to him with every caress he took. I wanted his hands everywhere, in every crease and divot my body had to offer, but when his lips got to mine I felt his fingertips slide between my pussy folds.

  “Lesson two,” he murmured against my lips, “orgasm denial.”

  My eyes flew open just as he began twirling his fingers around my clit, and all at once my body began to buck. My swollen bud pulsed underneath his touch while my juices started to slowly slide to the bed, and as the wet spot grew underneath me the smirk on Kevin’s face became wider and wider.

  “Yes. Oh, god. Don’t stop. Please. Holy… holy shit.”

  My body began to tremble and I pulled harder at the restraints. I was so close I could taste it. I could smell my cum intertwined with the scent of apple dancing from my skin. I could feel Kevin’s want to watch me cum at just his fingers as his eyes devoured my naked body beneath him. I wanted so desperately to wrench my hands up and pull those pillowy lips to mine and rake my teeth over them.

  But just as I bucked one last time into his hand, he crashed his lips against mine and ceased his movements.

  I groaned with frustration while my body settled back down, and just as my back hit the bed his fingers started up again. My tongue devoured his while I climbed that mountain yet again. My legs were trembling and my arms were being rubbed raw, but I didn’t care. Everything added to the sensations I was experiencing at Kevin manipulated my body in ways I’d never felt before, and just as I felt my orgasm begin to crash over my body he pulled back again.

  “Kevin. Please,” I begged. “Please stop.”

  “You have a safe word for that,” he said. His eyes got stern and his gaze hooked onto mine, and that’s when the third harsh reality of this entire situation crashed fully into the vaults of my mind.

  I didn’t want him to stop.

  Chapter 23

  Kevin

  I looked into her eyes and waited for the word I expected her to throw. I watched her body writhe in anticipation while hesitancy wafted behind her eyes. She craved what I had, but she was still fighting that inner turmoil of giving herself over. It was the greatest
dichotomy powerful women experienced: the want to exert their control in a male-dominated world while ignoring the allure of allowing themselves to give over.

  To give in.

  To give up to someone they trust.

  When I didn’t hear the word, I pressed a kiss to her lips. Her body was trembling and her arms were turning red, and the sight made my cock throb while I slowly slipped off the bed. I dipped down, my eyes never leaving her beautiful, glistening body, and I grabbed the magic wand I had laid out and plugged in earlier.

  I switched it on and let the hum vibrate out into the room, and when I was sure I had Tina’s attention I placed it on the bed between her legs while it vibrated against the sheets.

  Her pussy was throbbing for me, begging for its release while Tina eyed me carefully. I stood in front of her and stripped myself of my pants, allowing my cock to spring to life before her very eyes. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked myself bigger while she moaned and licked her lips. Then, I felt a part of me trickle up to the top and I realized exactly where I wanted it.

  I crawled back onto the bed and pressed the tip of my dick to the inside of her leg. My precum was dripping out-- a small, thin stream of glistening clarity that pulled at my gut-- and I wiped it slowly up the inside of her leg. Tina’s eyes were hard on me while her forehead began to glisten with a sheen of sweat, and I knew she was about to burst.

  About to cum before I could devour her.

  “What do you want?” I asked. I sat on my knees between her spread legs and smelled her scent wafting up my nose. She had always mesmerized me in ways I could never imagine, but never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d ever have her like this.

  Spread for me, waiting for my every touch.

  “You,” she said breathlessly. “Holy shit, I want you.”

  “Do it again,” I said.

  “Please, Kevin. Please, give me whatever it is you want. I just… I need to cum. Oh god, please let me cum.”

  “And again,” I said as I dropped my hands down beside her head. I could feel my dick throbbing along her wet entrance while her body strained against the restraints, and the look in her eye housed nothing short of desperation when she parted her lips to beg again.