No turning back now.
Bastien sat in one of the chairs. She’d almost expected him to be dressed as some Scottish laird. Instead he wore dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt. The material molded against his chest and she could make out the strong definition of his muscles. He ran a hand over his neatly trimmed beard and his eyes blazed with heat as they raked over her.
“You look stunning,” he said. His deep, gravelly voice sent shivers of desire down her spine.
She stood up straighter at his praise, preened, her breasts jutting out further. She loved the look of fiery need on his face.
He shifted from one side of the chair to the other and said, “Come in. Close the door and strip off the dress.”
She did as he asked and closed the door. It gave her a few moments to calm her racing pulse. Her ex-fiancé’s words about her being boring, about not being that sexual, echoed in her mind. She shut it down. She didn’t understand why it raised its ugly head now.
Dana faced Bastien, kept her eyes on his as she bit her lip and reached behind her to undo the tiny zipper at the base of her wiggle dress. She ran through every sexy movie, every erotic novel and porn video she’d ever seen, reaching for mental tips on how to do this and not look like a complete idiot.
“Stop thinking, Dana. Just feel. You’re driving me fucking crazy just standing there. My cock is already hard.”
She inhaled sharply as her pussy slicked.
He continued, “I want to see the present I got for you. I’ve been imagining what you look like for the last few hours. Show me.”
From the commanding tone, she knew he wouldn’t wait much longer. She flicked the button at the nape of her neck and peeled down the top half, her gaze glued to his. She wanted to know exactly what kind of reaction she was having on him. As she exposed more of the bustier and her breasts, Bastien gripped the sides of the chair. She watched his knuckles go white as though he were desperately trying not to move.
Spurred on by his reaction, she shimmed the dress to the floor and stepped out of the circle of material. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands so she ran them down her bustier, gasping as fingers brushed against her highly sensitized nipples.
Bastien let out a growl and launched himself out of the chair. Before she had time to blink, he was on her. His hands cupped her face. His lips crashing down on hers.
Yes, her mind and body screamed together.
She opened for him as he kissed her, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and explore. Their teeth clashed but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the taste and feel of him. Masculine male with a hint of tequila.
Her hormones zinged into red alert. Her body primed and ready for him. He’d tantalized her with the kiss at work but that paled in comparison to this. This was hot and possessive.
And she wanted more.
Bastien pulled back and swept her up into his arms. She wasn’t light but he carried her with ease to one of the chairs. He sat down with her in his lap and she wrapped an arm around his neck. The hardness of his cock sat between them. She resisted the urge to grind against him. The dark, sultry look in his eyes told her not to test him right now.
He stroked across the exposed flesh of her breasts. At the delicate touch, her nipples tightened and her pussy lips slicked even further.
“I knew your tits would look amazing in this,” Bastien said as he circled her nipples through the fabric. “These were one of the first things I noticed about you when we met. Your beautiful tits and gorgeous lips.”
He moved higher, traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb before pushing gently inside. She licked and was rewarded with a sharp inhalation of breath.
He fisted his hand in her hair and tugged. Bringing their faces a mere hairsbreadth apart, he said “I’ve been waiting to touch you for weeks. Repeat your safe word, Dana and we can get started.”
She couldn’t wait to get started. If he touched her pussy right now she’d come. She’d never been this turned on. This needy.
“Ambrosia. My safe word is ambrosia,” she managed to whisper. The incessant beat between his thighs drove her wild.
He nodded. “Good girl.” One corner of his mouth lifted in a sexy half-smile that made him look lethally handsome. “I’m going to tie your hands to the bedpost and then I’m going to spank that pretty ass with one of the floggers.” He squeezed her ass cheek and she squirmed.
He traced a line from her ass along the top seam of her panties. “When I’m done, when you’re blushing for me, I’m going to eat your pussy. I want to feel you come on my tongue.”
“Oh my god,” Dana moaned.
None of her other partners had ever been vocal. Not in this sense. She didn’t think she enjoyed dirty talk but Bastien’s deep voice edged her desire higher. He got up and carried her over to the bed, set her down on her feet in front of one of the wooden posts.
“Turn around, face the wood and grip it with both hands.” He folded his arms, waiting for her to obey.
She knew what he wanted.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she followed his command.
The intricately carved wood was smooth and varnished to perfection. She heard Bastien rummaging through the gadgets on the chest. She shifted and tried to get a look at what he was doing but stopped when Bastien barked “Eyes forward.”
Heat unfolded in her belly. Being dominated in real life was so much more intense.
He returned and stood directly behind her. She could feel the heat radiating off him. Heat and the glorious scent of orange and seaweed from his cologne. He put a folded up length of rope in front of her face.
“This is a jute rope. Strong, durable with a little bite. Once your hands are tied to this post, you belong to me. You are my submissive to do with as I wish, unless you use your safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to continue?”
“Oh yes, Sir.”
It took him less than a minute to bind her hands. With his quick skill it was obvious he’d done this many time before. A small hint of jealousy niggled at the back of her mind but she bitch-slapped it down. She had no right to judge him. No right at all to be jealous of the women he’d dominated in the past. She was here now. That was what mattered.
She tested the knot but couldn’t move her wrists. She was trapped and completely helpless. A frisson of fear ran down her spine followed by a deep seated sense of pleasure as Bastien gripped her hips and pulled them back.
“Stick out your ass for me, spread your legs.”
He pushed her panties down and she gasped as he kneaded her ass cheeks. “I’m going to spank you five times on each cheek. Count them.”
A rush of moisture slithered between her thighs. She’d been dreaming about him spanking her again. A real spanking, not the fake stuff guys sometimes did during sex, but an actual proper spanking. Something that hurt at the same as being pleasurable. He’d given her a taster before, but then he’d only used his hand.
The first thwack from the leather paddle landed on her left cheek and although it wasn’t painful it was enough to curl her toes. Bastien waited a few seconds.
“One,” she breathed.
She wanted more and he gave her more.
“Two.”
By the time she got to three, her cheek tingled and she could barely speak. Her senses were in overload. “Three.”
“Good girl,” he said before smacking her for a fourth and fifth time in succession.
He moved on to the other cheek and Dana gripped the post tighter. The spanks came quicker this time. Her whole ass burned and her pussy was so wet it soaked the satin crotch of her panties.
On the final stroke, Dana almost came. Although he hadn’t touched her, it was the most intense sexual experience of her life.
“You should see your ass. Blushing so pretty for me.” Bastien added an extra spank with the palm of his hand.
The crack of skin against skin made her moan and choke out hi
s name.
He slid his hand across her hip and between her thighs. “Are you wet for me? I bet that spanking session made you so fucking wet.”
He fingered the seam of her pussy lips and she shuddered. She was on fire. Burning and throbbing. The light stroke had her squirming against his touch.
“Naughty girl, your panties are soaked. You’re practically dripping for me.”
Bastien nuzzled her shoulder blade. The sensation of his beard on her skin shot down her spine. She felt it in her clit and she jerked against her bonds.
“Not yet, sweet Dana,” he whispered. “First I want to eat your pussy.”
“Oh my god.” Her hands curled around the post and dug into the wood. If she hadn’t been bound, she’d have fallen to her knees. Just the thought of Bastien’s tongue between her thighs was enough to send her over the edge.
“Hold it,” he murmured as he sank down and positioned himself between her thighs. “Don’t come until I tell you to.” He tapped on her inner thighs. “Open wider, I want to see that glorious pussy.”
She widened for him, her cheeks heating as she felt his breath on her intimate flesh. She’d never really enjoyed receiving oral sex. Too many worries and embarrassing thoughts. Had she shaved correctly? Was she too hairy? Did she have any stray pieces of toilet paper caught in inappropriate places?
Dana tensed and Bastien made some kind of chiding clucking noise.
“Don’t. Never be ashamed of your body. You’re fucking beautiful.” As though trying to prove a point, he pulled aside her panties and pushed his nose into her wet folds. His tongue licked along her seam, gentle lapping her clit.
When he growled, she felt it all the way to her toes and trembled. He lapped at her gently—tiny strokes that made her purr. She became wetter and wetter, soaking his chin and beard. It felt incredible. Sublime and intense and intimate. Now she understood why women raved about it.
After what seemed like an eternity, Bastien quickened his licks, going deeper, stroking harder. His beard abraded her tender flesh and added to the delicious sensation. By this point she’d lost her inhibitions, and rocked back and forth on his face. He gripped her ass, stilled her movements and widened her further. He sucked on her clit and nibbled the tiny bundle of nerves, pulling away just as she was about to come.
“Bastien, please let me come,” she begged, panting.
He ignored her and continued his assault on her pussy. She lost track of time, turned into a whimpering mass of super electrified nerve endings. She begged, pleaded, sobbed for relief, and still he refused to let her come.
When she didn’t think she could take any more, when her knees began to weaken, Bastien finally murmured, “Come for me, Dana. Come all over my face.”
He used his fingers and tongue, quickening his pace, working her frantically to orgasm. Dana tumbled over the edge, the intensity of the orgasm buckled her knees and bowed her spine. She closed her eyes and let out a scream of pleasure and relief, not caring a damn if people in the other rooms could hear.
Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through her, rippled in her pussy. She’d probably made a mess all over Bastien’s face. But none of that mattered. Completely spent, she sagged against the wood. She was vaguely aware of Basiten moving. He untied her bonds and caught her as she stumbled.
“I’m very pleased with you, sweetheart,” he said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the chair. He sat down and arranged her on his lap, his arms clasped tightly around her.
She snuggled into him, grateful of his warmth and comfort. She felt weird—floaty and calm, and not altogether present. Bastien stroked her hair, placed gentle kisses on the top of her head. At one point he made her drink some water. Logically, she knew she was in sub-space, going through the come down from the epic release of endorphins, but it still felt strange. She was glad it was Bastien guiding her through, and not some stranger.
Gradually, she became more aware of her surroundings. Of Bastien’s rock hard cock poking into her ass. She sat up, blinked and looked at him. His flushed face still glistened with her juices. Leaning in, she cupped his face and kissed him. Her tongue licked her juices from his lips and tangled with his. She tasted herself—clean, musky and feminine. Bastien gripped her hips, changed her position so her mound was against his groin. His cock pulsed and she couldn’t resist grinding against him as their kiss intensified.
“I want to taste you. Please, Sir, let me suck you,” she breathed in between peppering his jaw with kisses, running her hands over his sculpted chest.
He hissed. His hips bucked and she knew he’d allow her. He framed her face and looked directly into her eyes. His burned with lust as he said, “You may service your Dominant.”
Dana slithered off his lap and onto her knees. Air filled her lungs as she breathed faster and deeper, anticipation palatable in the air. In their encounters so far she’d never seen him naked. Never seen his cock.
Despite the amazing orgasm a short while ago, she was once again turned on.
Bastien kept his eyes on her as he stripped off his shirt and slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. He reached inside and pulled out his long, thick cock. Her mouth went dry. He was slightly bigger and thicker than she’d imagined. Almost as big as some of the cocks she’d seen on porn videos.
She traced her fingers down the underside of his shaft, feeling a shot of feminine pride as he jerked at her touch. He let her explore, trace the contours of the engorged veins in the thick flesh, rub the droplets of pre-cum around the head and the seam of his glans.
He was perfect. And she’d never wanted to taste something so badly in her life.
She gripped him at the base, opened her mouth and lowered herself onto him.
Bastien’s hips jerked as Dana swallowed him. He gripped the chair, grit his teeth, determined not to slam his cock straight down her throat. Her mouth felt fucking amazing—warm, wet, inviting. Tentative licks and strokes became bolder as she found her rhythm, and Bastien nearly lost his shit.
He looked down, not wanting to miss a moment of this beautiful siren servicing him. Watching her head bob up and down as she quickened her pace drove him crazy. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her. It wasn’t just desire, it went deeper. She was the perfect submissive for him. Feisty and independent, yet soft and willing when it came to sex. It made him want to wrap himself around her, protect her, claim her as his. His to treasure and keep.
Dana swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick before sliding her lips and hands down his shaft. His balls tightened and his hissed out a deep breath.
Fuck going slow. Fuck letting her explore. The need to take was too overwhelming.
He fisted her hair and gripped the base of his cock. When she looked up at him through hooded eyes, supplicant and submissive, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum, he didn’t know whether to spill his load or confess his love.
Instead he said, “Relax your throat and take me all the way down. I want to feel my dick right at the back of your throat.”
A look of fear flittered across her face. He didn’t want her frightened of him. “Trust me, Dana. I won’t push you further than I know you can go.”
He watched the muscle work in her throat and resisted the urge to slam his cock deep into her pretty, talented mouth. It needed to be her choice. She needed to control it the first time so he didn’t hurt her.
She titled her head, changed the angle slightly and began taking his cock inch by slow, torturous inch. And it was torture for him.
He massaged her scalp, offering her reassurance. He was much longer and thicker than average. Some women found that scary. Others found it a massive turn-on, but Dana was a complete novice submissive. He wanted her to enjoy every experience with him, which included giving him oral sex. Especially as she said oral servitude was one of the things that turned her on as a submissive. He wanted her to enjoy it and he saw warring emotions flash across her face.
As the tip of his cock tickle
d the back of her throat, Dana gagged. His balls became even tighter, something he didn’t think was possible. If he didn’t calm down, he’d spill come straight down her throat.
He inhaled, slowed his racing heart. “Breathe through your nose. Don’t panic. Just a few more inches, sweetheart. A few more inches and you’ll be deep throating me.”
He heard her intake of air. She relaxed and swallowed the final few inches. When he was all the way down her throat, his cock jerked. In response she groaned and hollowed her cheeks, sucking him, creating a vacuum that drove him crazy.
“Fuccccckkkk,” he moaned, unable to stop the gentle rocking motion of his hips.
She gagged again and pulled away. Watching the strings of saliva and pre-cum dripping from her mouth was one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen. He needed to come. Desperately. Every fiber in his body screamed at him to mark her as his.
She gazed at him with such desire and need. “I want you to come in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop.”
He came undone.
Basiten stroked her cheek gently. He tunneled his hands into her hair and guided his cock back into her willing mouth. He controlled the pace this time, moving her faster and faster as he neared the edge. She matched him, sliding her moist lips down and up, using her hands in a twisting, rotating motion that drove him crazy.
His Dana was fucking amazing. Beautiful, courageous and strong. He couldn’t wish for anything more in a submissive or a life partner.
She delicately nibbled at the head of his shaft. Pleasure tingled at the base of his spine and shot straight to his already blue balls. He couldn’t control himself any longer.
“Dana…fuck…I’m gonna come. Get ready for me.”
His muscles stiffened. He grit his teeth to keep from bellowing. He pumped a few, final shallow strokes and closed his eyes before shooting his load into her welcoming mouth. It was one of the most intense orgasms of his life. She swallowed every drop as she promised she would.
When he could form rational thoughts, he opened his eyes and watched her delicately licking the corners of her mouth. Her lips were swollen and puffy. Her hooded lids heavy with sated lust.
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