by Mj Fields
“I don’t.”
“You will when I ask you to.” I continued, not wanting to deviate from my expectations, or what hers should be. “I know you’re intelligent enough to communicate your needs when you accept that what you want may not be vanilla. Until then, I will expect outbursts like the one in the bathroom.”
“Outburst?” She snapped.
“Based on not trusting me to know what you need.”
She held her own, still stubborn and defiant, even if underneath all that bravado, she knew I was right.
“The bath did make me feel better,” she conceded.
“I also know your support system is pretty far away, so I’ll make sure punishment is given at a minimum because I will be the one supporting you. The one you talk it through with after if you’re confused.”
“So you think I am sexually twisted?”
“I think you’re afraid I am, and that I will make you become something you aren’t. But I see it in you. You have a very naturally submissive personality.”
“You think I’m weak?”
“On the contrary, I think you are strong enough to be what I want. What I desire. Erotic sex isn’t twisted, Nikki. It’s unreserved and more intimate than you can even imagine. It builds a closeness that cannot easily be broken. And it’s what I want with you.”
“I don’t know.” Her body language said otherwise, and I had to smile.
“All I ask is that you give it a chance.”
“And then what? If I don’t like it, then what?”
“You will. You already do.”
She stood quietly for a while. “So that’s what I tell my parents? I’m your sub?”
My smiled widened. “Pack a bag.”
***
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” she said, stopping on the staircase.
“I know, let’s see if we can change your mind.” I grabbed her hand and walked down the two flights of stairs to the garage and grabbed two helmets off the shelf.
“Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Again, let’s see if we can change your mind.”
I pulled the ponytail out of her sexy black hair and she rolled her eyes playfully.
“See, I got you.” I grabbed my leather jacket and held it out, “Arms in.”
I stood back and looked her up and down. After I took my time checking out her fine figure, I grabbed the helmet and pulled it over her head and buckled her up.
“Lookin’ fine, Miss Bassett.”
She gave me a thumbs up and I pointed to the muffler, “This is hot. Don’t let your leg touch it.”
“Anything else?” her muffled voice came through the shield.
I lifted it and kissed her nose. “Just hang on tight.”
She nodded and gave me a big fake-as-fuck grin.
I hopped on and she hopped on behind me. “Hold tighter and don’t let go.”
We were headed to the shore. I hadn’t been to my favorite spot since Jase and Carly got married.
The faster I went, the tighter she held on, so I went faster.
We parked behind Forever Steel, the tattoo shop Jase and his family owned and operated.
Nikki got off the bike and I followed. I took off my helmet and watched as she fumbled with her buckle. It was cute as hell watching her fight that buckle and funny when she put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot.
I unbuckled it for her, thoroughly amused.
“It’s really not that funny.”
“It was cute as hell, Four. Just like your hair that’s sticking up all over the place.”
She immediately combed her fingers through it, pulled the hair tie off her wrist, and threw her hair in a ponytail. I must have stared a little too long because she looked at me and asked, “Is it a mess?”
“No.” It was sexy as hell.
“Then what?”
“You sure you wanna know?”
“Yes.”
“I’m picturing you bent over with my hand wrapped around your ponytail and—”
“Okay, maybe I don’t want to know.” She looked down.
“Like hell you don’t, your cheeks just flushed.”
“That’s called embarrassed.”
“That’s only because it’s intriguing to you and you’re embarrassed because you want to know what it would be like.” I grabbed her hand and walked toward the Snack Shack across the road.
I knocked on the back door and Ruthy opened it, “Abe, where have you been?”
“Busy taking over the world. You have any of those breakfast wraps ready? I’d love a few of them.”
“You never could wait, had to grab and go so you could be the first in the water.” She laughed as she walked back in.
I grabbed some cash out of my pocket and Ruthy stepped out and handed me a bag. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and shoved some bills in her hand. “Thanks, you’re a doll.”
“Don’t be a stranger,” she yelled from behind me.
“She seems nice.”
“She’s great. Wait until you taste these burritos, best breakfast ever.” I pointed to a picnic table, “Have a seat.”
I handed her one of the foil-wrapped burritos and leaned back against the table looking out over the Atlantic.
“We’re having a sort of picnic on the beach, Nikki.”
“That we are.” She offered a weak smile.
“I don’t have time to teach you to surf, but I would love the chance. So what do you say? Knowing everything you do, would you trust me enough to allow me to teach you to surf?”
She smiled, “You brought me here to ask me if you could teach me to surf?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
I reached over and rubbed her cheek with the back of my hand and she pushed gently against it.
“Come on, I’m waiting. And very impatiently, I might add.”
“Yes, you can teach me to surf when we get back.”
“When we get back, huh?”
“Yeah.”
“So, how will you introduce me?”
“My surf instructor.”
I laughed, “Oh yeah?”
“Yes. One who wants to pull my hair and spank me.”
I looked over at her and she laughed.
“What are we doing here?”
“You’re giving in.”
“I think I am.”
I reached over and pulled her to me.
“So aside from no surf board or lesson being given, do you remember how my perfect date ends?”
“I do.”
“Good. We have two hours before the plane takes off.”
“The plane?” she asked as I pulled her up.
“Yes, the one to Georgia.” I pulled her up tight against me and ran my hand right down to that ass.
“We’re in public.”
“We fucked on a beach.”
“A private beach.”
“Semi-private.”
She closed her eyes and laid her forehead against my chest.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. I just.” She stopped and looked up. “I don’t want to be spanked.”
I tried not to laugh, but failed, “Now that I’m your—surf instructor. There will be times when it’s just plain old sex.”
“I’d love to see what your idea of plain old sex is.”
“I may bore you.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“If you don’t stop talking I’m going to end up either coming right here or bending you over the table.”
“Take me to bed.”
“Fuck.”
My Instructor
Nikolette
I sat on the back of his bike holding tightly around his waist. He was driving faster than he had driven on the way to the shore. It was interesting that someone who was all about control seemed not to have any right now.
He pulled up to the gate and punched in four fours. I took a deep breath and climbed off the back of the bike when he had
killed the engine. I tried to unbuckle again and had the same exact results as I did at the beach. He didn’t wait this time though, he unbuckled and removed the helmet and then pushed his jacket off my shoulders so it hung low. I tried to shrug it off, he shook his head no, and then his lips collided with mine.
The warmth of his mouth and the possessive way he kissed me made my head spin. Lips over mine, tongue rubbing slowly across my lower lip until I opened my mouth to him. His tongue slid into my mouth. Bravely, I gave him my tongue hoping it wouldn’t upset him to be so assertive. He began sucking it, drawing it into his mouth. My nipples hardened immediately.
I moaned and he groaned and our pleasure’s noises did an erotic slow dance. I squirmed out of his jacket and reached up for his hair and tangled my fingers in the silky softness of it. I may have pulled a little too hard and he groaned again.
His hand rose up under the hem of my tank top and then ran slowly up my back. Goosebumps trailed behind his fingertips and then settled just under the back of my bra. I wondered why he stopped, and then he sucked hard on my lip as he pulled away.
“Nikki, I don’t want to be just your surf instructor or the subject of an interview.”
“No?” I all but panted.
“I want to be your teacher in everything you’ll experience from here on out and I want you to be my girl.”
“Yes,” I pushed my painfully erect nipples against him.
“Right now I want you naked,” he unclasped my bra with one hand. “And after that I want to be so fucking deep inside you that you can’t think of anything else but trying to catch your breath.”
“You’re a naughty man, Abe O’Donnell,” I tried to sound as sexy as he made me feel, and I’m sure I failed miserably, but he kissed me hard, pulled my shirt over my head before pulling my bra and shorts off.
Abe ran a finger over my lace panties, “And you are so fucking wet. Why is that?”
I bit my lip, not wanting to answer, “If I tell you, that’ll make me just as bad.”
I looked down as he knelt before me, “You are going to love being a bad girl, Nikki. You’re going to love what I will give you.”
His mouth covered my panties and he sucked. “I love your taste, but not now. We’ll save that for later. I want you to come all over my cock. Would you like that, Nikki?”
His kisses trailed up my body until he came to my breast. He licked my nipple lightly and I arched my back wanting more, “Yes. Yes.”
“I won’t make it up the stairs to my bed. I need inside now.”
“Please.”
“All I get is one word? Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“Only me.”
“Only you.”
He sucked hard on my breast and then moved to the other. “Your tits are beautiful. I can’t wait to fuck them.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.
He dropped his pants and I reached down to touch him.
“Damn, Nikki, not…” he stopped when I stroked him. “Fuck. I need you.”
He lifted me up, squeezing my butt hard. “Legs around me. Good girl. I can’t go easy right now, it’s gonna feel good though, I promise.”
Before I had a chance to speak he rubbed his beautiful cock against my opening and then pulled me down hard onto him.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch.” He didn’t stop. He hammered into me and my back hit the brick wall of the garage.
He was right; it quickly began to feel amazing. He thrust deeper, then he stilled, and rolled his hips stretching me to a limit I only knew possible because he had been here before. I gripped him, holding on tightly as his sculpted body pinned me to the wall.
“You feel so fucking good. Better than I remember.” He kissed my neck hard, and I was sure he’d bruised the skin.
He lowered one of my legs to the ground, held the other around his waist forcing him to thrust more downward and hitting my burning clit pushing me faster to the point of no return.
“Come for me, girl.” He thrust deeper.
His rough, sexy, commanding voice sent sparks throughout my body. “Oh God!”
“That’s right,” he hit the spot deeper inside and another orgasm swallowed the first.
My leg gave out and he pulled me up again forcing himself even deeper.
“Oh, yes.”
He growled into my neck as he held me and carried me up the stairs.
“You’re little pussy is choking my cock, Nikki. It’s begging to swallow my cum. I don’t wanna stop yet.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He smiled as he sat down hard on his couch. “Feet flat on each side of me. Don’t disconnect us or there will be hell to pay.”
My eyes widened.
“It was a joke, Ni—”
I lifted up and then allowed my body to fall onto his.
“Fuck!”
The way he looked at me made me feel like this one time I had pleased him.
“You liked that.”
“Hell yes, I liked that.”
I did it again, but this time I rolled my hips and his head fell back slightly.
“Nikki, you ever drive stick?” He hissed.
“Yes.”
“Then drive it, baby, no more stalling out. You wanna drive, you fucking drive.”
“I can?”
“Let’s find out. Fuck me, Nikki, take what you want.”
I rocked forward and he groaned, “Like that?”
“Just like that,” his jaw clenched as he looked down at where we connected. “F-u-c-k.”
He reached between us and rubbed my clit.
“Oh god,” I moaned. I rested my head against his shoulder and continued rotating my hips.
I was lost in sensation and desire, I continued grinding into and against him. I felt his hand wrap around my ponytail and he yanked it back so that I looked up at him again.
I moaned and his eyes bore into mine. “You still with me, Four?”
“Yes, oh yes.”
“Good fucking thing,” he hissed. “Eyes stay on me so I know where you are.”
“Here, I am so here.”
He released my hair and gripped my hips firmly, “Hang on, girl.”
He pushed into me hard as his hands took charge of my hip movements. His hot gaze entrapped my eyes.
“I’m gonna come so fucking hard inside you.”
“I’m there, oh god.”
He twitched inside me and his hot liquid filled me so full that it seeped out as I came down from my orgasm.
“Damn,” he was trying to catch his breath.
“Damn,” I sat up and looked at him. “Am I a good driver?”
“You’re a damn good driver.”
“Even though you brought it home?” I asked as I played with his hair.
“It was a relay race. We did it together.”
“I think we’re leaking oil.”
He laughed out loud and so did I.
He stood up with me in his arms, “Shower, plane, meet the parents, and then baseball.”
“Baseball?” I asked as he took the stairs to the bathroom.
“Thursday night, bar league. Fuck, look at your tits bounce.”
“Abe,” I gasped.
“They’re fucking beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me with a very alluring smile. “That was very nice.”
“I’m a very nice girl.”
“Except that one time.”
“What?” I laughed.
“That one time when you took off.”
“Yeah, you scared me.”
“I know I’m a scary looking dude.”
“Ha ha.”
“What?”
“Do you know most serial killers are charming?”
His jaw dropped, then he walked over, set me in an empty tub, and walked into the shower.
I got out and followed him in.
“Are you pout
ing?”
“Me? No, not me.” He turned his back to me.
“You have a great bottom.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
He turned around, grabbed my boobs, and pushed them up. “Your man is very smart.”
“And modest.”
He smiled, “Of course. Now as great as my bottom is and as much as I can’t wait until my dick is between these tits.” He bent down and rubbed both thumbs across my nipples, “We have to be at the airfield in an hour.”
“We could go one more time.”
“I like the way you think, Four.”
“Seven.”
“Seven and all mine?”
“Make it eight?”
“Later.”
***
By the time the plane touched down, we had hit ten and I was exhausted.
“You ready for this?”
“I’m good, are you?” He rubbed my back as we walked down the tarmac to the waiting rental car.
He opened the door for me and then got in the driver’s seat. After we got onto the highway, he reached for my hand. He held it as he rubbed his thumb in soft slow strokes over my knuckle.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“Nothing, really.”
“Nikki, talk to me. This works better if we’re open and honest with each other.”