by B J Wane
Sasha thought her heart would explode it was beating so rapidly. She was slouched now, having moved to the edge as he directed, her legs splayed wide. The cool air on her heated flesh felt arousing, as did the look in his grey eyes as they stared at her spread folds.
Derrick smiled to himself. She hadn’t touched herself yet. She didn’t even realize she was waiting for his instructions to proceed. “Use your thumbs first to spread your lips for me. I want to see all that pretty, wet pink flesh.”
Sasha averted her eyes, too embarrassed to look at him as she did as instructed. Holding herself open, she waited for further instructions.
“Look at me,” he commanded after a few seconds. When she raised timid, blue eyes to his, he damn near came in his jeans. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was totally aroused even though she was unsure of herself. Her cunt was so wet that her cream was seeping out. “Finger yourself with one hand while you play with your nipples with the other. Go slow; I don’t want you to come too soon. Watch me while you fuck yourself.”
Sasha was afraid she would come the minute she touched her clit; she was so turned on. Her eyes on his, she slowly inserted two fingers between her damp folds, feeling her walls contract around them, her wetness coating them. Her other hand went to her breast, cupping it; her finger and thumb pulling on the nipple tautly. The combined stimulation had her quickly panting; her skin lightly coated with a sheen of sweat as she continued to pleasure herself.
When Derrick opened his jeans and released his huge, hard cock into his hand, she damn near exploded right then. She couldn’t believe how much it excited her watching him fondle his cock; his large hand moving slowly up and down the length before moving lower and cupping his balls. Her fingers moved faster, and her breathing grew heavier at the erotic sight.
“Slow down, Sasha,” Derrick said. “Do you enjoy watching me touch myself?”
Sasha nodded her head. “Yes.”
“I enjoy watching you also.” His hand moved back up his length, covering the seeping head and then moved back down as she thrust her fingers knuckle deep, over and over; her thumb rubbing her clit back and forth, and her fingers pulling her nipples.
When she threw her head back, her hips arching into her marauding hand, he knew she had come hard and fast. He watched her jerk against her hand, drank in her cries of release, and ejaculated to the sight of those wet fingers bringing herself pleasure. It was obvious she wasn’t a novice to masturbation and enjoyed pleasuring herself. Her nipples were red and pointed from pinching them so hard. He wondered if she knew the significance of that. He doubted it, but he did. She enjoyed that little bite of pain. It added to her pleasure as nothing else could. He was really going to enjoy broadening her horizons.
Rising, he adjusted his jeans, slipped off his shirt, and laid it on the chair. Sasha watched him warily as he approached her; her hand still moving lightly over her pussy. He watched her fingers run over her spread folds, rubbing her wetness along the outside of her pussy. “You like touching yourself.”
“Yes.” She saw no reason to deny what was obvious.
Sitting down next to her, Derrick lifted her onto his lap sideways. “My turn to play a while.” Picking up the remote, he turned on the television and flipped through the stations until he came upon an action movie he had already seen but liked well enough to watch again. Derrick sat with her in his lap, his arm around her waist. After about ten minutes, she started shifting and wiggling impatiently, and he smiled to himself.
Sasha was frustrated. Here she was, completely naked with a man for the first time in three years, and he wanted to watch television. She wondered what he was waiting for; and, finally, she didn’t care. His jean clad thigh was hard beneath her bare ass, his shoulder was hard beneath her head, and his waist was hard beneath her arm. She wanted to feel all that hardness against her, over her, and under her, and she wanted that large, hard cock filling her emptiness.
“Derrick,” she finally moaned, feeling his cock now poking her buttocks through his jeans.
Derrick reached up and pinched her nipple, hard. “Hush,” he admonished her. “I’m trying to watch this.”
That pinch on her nipple was enough to get her going again, building her need for another orgasm. Spreading her legs, she decided to take matters into her own hands, again, since he was intent on ignoring her. His deep voice stopped her as she was reaching between her legs.
“No, Sasha, not this time.” Grabbing her hands, he pulled them behind her back and quickly had her over his knees; one hand holding her wrists pinned together, and the other smacking her buttocks. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself. I think you did that just so you could get your ass spanked again,” he said as he brought his hand down hard and fast, ignoring her pleas and whimpering.
Sasha realized two things simultaneously. He had goaded her until she ended up in her current position, and she loved the feel of his hard hand smacking her tender globes, loved the fiery pain that left her breathless with the need to come. Jerking her hips against his hard thigh, she cried out as she came, surprised at how quickly it burst upon her and how intense her orgasm was. The spasms went on and on, as did his punishing hand; and, by the time she was reduced to small tremors, she lay docilely over his lap, completely sated.
Derrick lifted her upright, releasing her wrists. His hand grabbed her behind her head and pulled her face down to his. His breathing was harsh as his lips claimed hers in a hard kiss; his tongue invading her mouth and ruthlessly exploring every corner.
His mustache tickled, was all Sasha could think as he kissed her. She groaned, leaning into him as he continued to eat at her mouth, as she kissed him back with all the need and longing she was feeling. When his hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing the nipple, she arched into him as she grabbed his other hand and moved it between her spread thighs.
Derrick heaved a heavy sigh, pulling his lips back a fraction. “You didn’t learn anything, did you?” he asked ruefully, his eyes amused. “Or is it that I didn’t spank you long enough, hard enough?”
“I just want you to touch me. I want you to fuck me.” She knew her voice revealed her desperation and that he heard it plainly. She felt stupid, inexperienced, and so damn needy she thought she’d scream.
Derrick inserted one finger into her pussy, surprised at how tight she was. “How long has it been since you’ve had a man’s cock here?”
Shit, Sasha was afraid he was going to ask that. Hoping her answer didn’t put him off, she said, “Three years.”
“Damn, woman, no wonder you took me up on my offer so quickly. Why haven’t you had sex in three years? Or is it just men you haven’t had for that long? You prefer women?”
“What! Of course not.” Sasha couldn’t believe he’d suggested such a thing.
“Relax. It’s not as if it would turn me off. I watch my subs with other women.”
“I’m not your sub, and I’m not a lesbian,” she said darkly, wondering what he found so amusing. She hoped it wasn’t her naiveté.
“Mmmm, yes, well there’s always a first time for everything. But, right now, I’d say it’s way past time you got fucked. By a man.”
Lifting her in his arms, he strode purposely down the hall to her bedroom where he dumped her unceremoniously on the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
With a promise like that, Sasha wasn’t about to go anywhere. Scooting up on the bed, she waited for him to return. She heard him in the bathroom and then making the rounds in her house, presumably locking up. Apparently, he didn’t plan on any interruptions, which suited her just fine.
Derrick returned to her room and was in the process of shucking his jeans when her bookshelf caught his attention. Naked, he strolled over to it. Books of erotica filled the three short shelves, from suspense to paranormal to straight BDSM. Turning towards her, he smiled at her look of consternation.
Sasha watched him warily as he moved towards her, his hard cock in his hand, and a look of amuse
ment on his face. She yelped when he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed; his hands sliding up her legs to grasp her behind her knees.
As he knelt down and lifted her legs over his shoulders, his eyes remained on hers. “It’s past time you started to live out some of those fantasies, don’t you think?”
Sasha could only nod her head in silent agreement as he lowered his mouth to her pussy; his tongue swept through her moist slit like he was lapping up cream. Leaning on her elbows, she unashamedly watched him as he licked her again, and again; his grey eyes were on hers as he proceeded to give her more pleasure than she had ever known.
Derrick’s thumbs went to her folds and spread them wide; his eyes lowering to her glistening pink flesh; his senses filling with the smell of her arousal. By the look of wonder and excitement in her pale blue eyes, he wondered if this was her first experience in oral sex. The thought excited him as he buried his tongue in her pussy and licked her sweet cream, his lips sucking, and his teeth nibbling her sensitive flesh.
Sasha gasped, threw her head back and jerked her hips against his mouth. She had never imagined how wonderful a mouth could feel on her pussy, a tongue licking her, lips eating at her, the painful heat of his teeth on her clit.
“Oh, God!” she cried out when he sucked on her clit; his mustache tickled her exposed walls as he continued to make a meal of her cunt.
Derrick moved his hands down to grip her buttocks as she thrust against his face; her uninhibited response made his cock ache to be buried inside the warm, wet channel he was sucking. As he felt her orgasm ripple and tasted the gush of her come on his tongue, he rose above her, shoved her spread knees to her chest, and rammed into her pulsing sheath.
Her orgasm gripped his cock as he shoved in and out of her tight cunt; her juices coated his hard member. “Watch,” he commanded her, leaning back, his hands holding her knees back and spread wide.
Sasha looked down to where he surged in and out of her grasping cunt, breathing heavily from the strength of her orgasm, the sight of his wet cock as he pulled in and out of her spread lips thrilling her. He took her hard, rough and fast, and she loved every aching thrust. She collapsed as another orgasm erupted; her hands going to her breasts as her hips slammed against his. This wasn’t lovemaking or even sex, it was fucking, and she loved every second of it.
Derrick felt her second orgasm, loved the sight of her hands squeezing her breasts, and the way her hips met his over and over as he fucked her. He probably should have gone easier on her, been a little more gentle due to her inexperience, but his nature was to take, to dominate, and remain in control. A control he wasn’t sure he could maintain with this woman. He came in a heated rush; his come spewing deep inside her womb. He was thankful he had decided to give in to his curiosity and finally made this trip to meet Sasha face to face.
Sasha woke early the next morning as she usually did. Even a vigorous, unaccustomed night of sex couldn’t keep her from rising at the break of dawn. Slipping quietly from the bed, she grabbed a robe and padded into the kitchen, leaving Derrick sprawled face down in her bed sound asleep. As she put coffee on, her sore body reminded her of all the activity she had indulged in yesterday, and she smiled ruefully. Who would ever have thought she would be fucking Derrick Matthews?
Patrons that bought his artwork from her often speculated on what he looked like and what it would be like to catch the attention of such a man. A man whose life literally revolved around sex. The men were envious of his open lifestyle; the women were curious about what it would take to get his attention. She still didn’t know what he saw in her or why he was making the effort to broaden her horizons. He was a man who frequented places that catered to people who knew the score, experienced people in ways she could barely imagine. She was resigned to the fact that he would get bored with her long before his week on Nantucket was up, and that he would probably leave early or move to the bed and breakfast where she had made reservations for him.
Sasha poured herself a cup of coffee, laced it with cream and sugar, and leaned against the counter as she stared out at the beautiful sunrise. She planned on enjoying the man for as long as he wanted her; and, when he left, she would have real memories instead of fantasies to masturbate to.
Derrick watched Sasha sip her coffee as she leaned on the counter and stared at the rising sun. Dressed in a short terry cloth robe, her long legs bare and her round ass stuck out was more temptation than he could resist. Moving up behind her, he leaned one hand on the counter next to her as he lifted her robe with the other.
“I thought I told you I wanted you naked here at home.”
Sasha jerked; her coffee sloshing before she set the cup down hastily. He exposed her bare ass, and she was immediately turned on, her pussy dampening with need. “I…I forgot,” she stammered as his hand rested lightly in her left buttock.
“Then you need a reminder.” His hand swatted her ass hard causing her to cry out.
Sasha lowered her head to her folded arms, unconsciously assuming a pose of submission as he spanked her hard and fast, the sting making her gasp in both pain and pleasure. Sasha wiggled in frustration, needing to be fucked, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to let up on his painful ministrations.
“Derrick, please,” she finally moaned, loving the fiery heat in her ass but needing to feel him deep in her pussy.
Derrick relented even though he was enjoying the feel of her hot flesh beneath his palm. Releasing his cock, he grabbed her hips and thrust into her pussy from behind, taking her fast and hard again. The way she shoved back against him, the grasping walls of her cunt as she quickly climaxed, told him this was how she wanted it. Their grunts and the sound of their slapping hips sounded crude in the quiet morning, the lilt of birds singing seemed incongruous as they fucked so hard and fast.
Derrick shuddered, groaning as he came inside her tight pussy, her walls milking his cock until there was nothing left.
Sasha tried to maintain an air of nonchalance as they ate breakfast, but being completely naked while a handsome, virtual stranger sat across from her was making it almost impossible. Derrick wore nothing but jeans, and his muscled chest coated with dark curling hair was hard to ignore as was the glint in his cool eyes as he eyed her naked breasts across the table. His hair was pulled back in a leather band; and, for the first time, she noticed the silver hoop earring in his right ear. All he needed was an eye patch and he’d make a perfect pirate.
“You have a fabulous body,” Derrick commented. “I don’t know why you want to hide it.”
“I don’t hide it,” she returned defensively. “Until you showed up yesterday, there was no reason to flaunt it. Besides, I’m just ordinary, nothing voluptuous or sexy like I’m sure you’re used to.”
“Fishing, Sasha? I’ve already said I like your body. Don’t you believe me?”
Sasha swallowed a bite of eggs and took a sip of juice before answering. “Let’s just say that, having viewed your artwork for the past two years and being well aware of your preferences, I don’t see myself fitting in.”
Derrick smiled openly at her innocence. “You think only tall, buxom blondes frequent the clubs I do, or that doms are only interested in one type of figure?”
Sasha blushed, again, wishing she wasn’t so ignorant about such things. “How am I supposed to know?” she answered peevishly.
“Trust me,” he said. “You’d fit in perfectly. If you were my sub, I’d be bombarded with requests to share you.”
Sasha’s eyes widened in surprise. “You actually share your partners?”
“Of course. Whatever pleases me. After all, being a dom, it’s all about my pleasure.”
“What if your sub doesn’t want to be with another person?” she asked, appalled but intrigued.
Derrick shrugged his shoulders, his look as cool as his tone. “That wouldn’t matter. Subs do as they’re told. If not, the relationship ends then and there. They know the rules and they enjoy them, so quit look
ing so shocked. It’s not like they’re forced to do anything they don’t want to do.”
From all her reading, Sasha knew that. She had just never compared the fiction of her novels to the reality of such liaisons. Considering the pleasures she had discovered with Derrick in the last day, more than she had experienced in her whole twenty-five years, she couldn’t deny that she was intrigued.
Rising, she gathered up the dishes and took them to the sink, conscious of her nudity. “I need to get ready to get to the gallery. You’re welcome to use the front bathroom.”
Chapter Four
After Sasha dropped Derrick at the car rental agency, she headed to her gallery, leaving him instructions on how to get there. As soon as he took care of the necessities concerning the damaged car and arranged for another one, he would meet her, and they would go over his stock for the open house scheduled for that weekend.
Sasha lifted the largest of his new paintings from the back of her car and carried it into the gallery. Unlocking the door and flipping on the light, she viewed her small enterprise with pride. She had gone to work for the gallery right out of college; her double major of business and art making her an excellent candidate to some day take over the business. That day came sooner than either she or her boss, John Manning, had anticipated when he had a sudden heart attack six months after she had started work. The close call scared John into slowing down and enjoying his life. At the age of sixty-eight, he decided to retire, sell the gallery to his promising young protégé, and enjoy his senior years with his wife.
Having lost her parents in a car accident while in college, Sasha had no family, and John happily filled that gap. Lending her his full support over the past two years, she had managed to keep the gallery going at the same success as John had. Researching new artists was vital in keeping customers coming back. When she had first viewed some of DOM’s artwork on line at some very prestigious galleries, she had been hesitant to take on such controversial subject matter. But, much to her surprise, John had been all for it – citing the success of DOM’s art, and the numbers of rich and famous that often frequented the island. He thought DOM’s art would fit in perfectly; and, if handled right, it would bring new customers to her gallery.