Igniting Dearie

by Devyne, Jazmine

  “They are. I’ve always been jealous of your boobs. Slate is going to fuck you senseless when he sees you in that dress, Dearie. I want all the details afterward too. That man is a hunk! Are you going to let him have his way with you? I’ve seen him wield a flogger at the club a few times. The man has a knack for it that’s for sure. You should totally let him Dom you, if only for a night, just to try something different.”

  The thought of Slate flogging or fucking someone else gave her a jealous twinge, which was ridiculous since they had just met today. It also made her ache to think of how sexy he must look when he’s in his element, dominating a woman. Dearie realized then that she very much wanted to be that girl. She really wanted to let down her guard enough to try something new.

  “I need a few drinks before I even think about the kink side of things, Belle. You’re making me a nervous wreck with all your teasing.” Dearie slipped on her five inch black stiletto’s and went to the mirror again, standing next to her grinning girlfriend.

  “Fuck we look hot. We are so getting laid tonight.” Belle laughed and hugged her friend. “Stop worrying about the kink and just let go Dearie. You’ll be glad you did.”

  The doorbell rang and Belle took off running for the door and letting the guys in. Both of the handsome men had a bundle of flowers for their date.

  “Oh guys! How sweet! Look Dearie, they brought us the most beautiful Gerber daisies.” Belle kissed her Master and took her bundle of flowers from him, breathing in their sweet scent as he hugged her to him tightly.

  Dearie walked slowly over to Slate, giving him the brightest smile as she took his offering of flowers. “No one has given me flowers in a very long time. Thank you, Slate. That was very sweet of you. They are gorgeous.”

  He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “They reminded me of your beautiful fiery hair. Dev here just followed suit so he wouldn’t look bad.”

  Grinning at him, she tip toed up and kissed his cheek, taking just a moment to breathe in his clean, fresh scent. Blushing, she pulled back and followed Belle to the kitchen to put the flowers in water. As she arranged them, she sensed him coming up behind her and started to turn but he kept her facing the sink, pressing his body warmly against hers. He didn’t say a thing, he simply put his nose to her neck and nuzzled her, growling as he lightly nipped the skin of her neck.

  *****

  Nightwatch was like nothing Dearie could have ever imagined. Lush leather lounge chairs were arranged in small groups and along one wall was a black bar, under-lit with red lighting. The shelves that lined the wall holding the bottles of liquor had the same soft red lights glowing beneath, adding to the room’s sensual feel. The only other lighting to be seen was around the three separate stage areas that glowed with a soft spot light, enhancing the scenes that were playing out for everyone’s viewing pleasure. There were also faint lights off to the side of the room opposite of the bar. It took only a moment for Dearie to figure out the light was coming from private rooms blocked by red, nearly sheer curtains, which gave the illusion of privacy.

  Her eyes returned to the scenes on the stages, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she watched a woman crying out each time a man brought his flogger down on her back, bottom and thighs. The woman had chains holding her arms above her head and her toes barely touched the floor. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, highlighted by the soft lighting, giving her an ethereal glow. The look on her face was blissful. Dearie bit her bottom lip as she watched, entranced as the man walked around the beauty and cupped her sex in his palm, rubbing her as he spoke to her.

  “Would you like to try something like that, Dearie?” Slate whispered in her ear, his arm curving around the front of her waist as he pressed the front of his body to her back.

  She sucked in a surprised breath and lowered her eyes, somewhat ashamed at being caught staring at the intimate scene. Words failed her.

  He reached up and touched under her chin with his finger, tilting her head back up to watch the scene playing out before her. “Never be ashamed for your interest in sex, darling girl. Embrace your sensuous nature and open yourself up to seeking out the pleasures that your luscious body aches for. I would love to explore with you, Dearie. Anytime, anyplace.”

  Dearie shivered in his arms, watching the woman’s body arch as she climaxed on her partner’s hand. Her hips thrusting until she finally hung there limply, sagging against her lover when he released her bonds and cradled her against him while the crowd clapped and praised her.

  “I’ve never done anything like this Slate. It feels so…dirty.” Dearie was surprised she admitted that to him, but it was true. Her parents would be mortified if they knew she just watched a woman orgasm in front of a crowd of at least thirty people. They would be even more ashamed if they knew their daughter was so turned on by it that she wished she was the one in chains with bright pink skin and cum dripping down her inner thighs.

  “There isn’t a thing wrong with enjoying sex, Dearie. There isn’t a thing wrong with enjoying watching others have intimate moments either. It is arousing though isn’t it? Knowing that so many believe it’s taboo…” He growled when her hips shifted and bumped back against his burgeoning arousal.

  “Very arousing.” She licked her dry lips, flushing even more after feeling his thickness against her behind.

  “And very dirty,” Slate chuckled and slid his hand over her hip, pulling her back against him again.

  “I want…” Her voice trailed off as she watched Belle and Devlin go into one of the curtained rooms.

  “Tell me what you want, Dearie. Tell me what you need.” His voice was thick with desire.

  “I need…” She wanted to simply say “you” but she couldn’t seem to get the words out.

  He quickly turned her in his arms and swatted her lush bottom, speaking low but firmly. “Tell me. Say it Dearie.”

  Dearie yelped from the surprising swat but looked up at him with desire in her eyes. “I want you, Slate.”

  She reached back and rubbed her stinging bottom, biting her lip as she lowered her eyes. “I want to learn more, experience new things. I’m tired of being plain, boring, Dearie.”

  He gave her bottom a soft rub as he tilted her chin up so her eyes met his again. “There is nothing plain or boring about you, Dearie.” He took her hand in his and led her to his personal space. There would be no putting her on display tonight. Another night—yes. But tonight, he wasn’t sharing her. He wanted to make her as comfortable as possible while they got to know one another more intimately.

  Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the king size bed that had restraints hanging from the bedposts, and nearly running when she saw the St. Andrews Cross that filled another corner of the room. To her right was a leather covered bench that looked like the spanking bench that Belle had described to her, which her Master was so fond of. Along one wall was a rack that held an assortment of varying paddles, floggers, whips and bondage devices. By the time she was done surveying the room her breath was coming in short pants and she was starting to feel dizzy. Slate must have sensed how overwhelmed she was because he was there, wrapping his comforting arms around her and kissing the side of her neck.

  “Slow your breathing sweetheart. Deep breaths now. We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with tonight. Your safe word is red. Once you speak that word, the scene will stop and we’ll talk about it. Nothing will happen that you don’t consent to.”

  She nodded her head and focused on slowing her breathing, leaning back against him, letting his strength and warmth soothe her nerves. “I’m not sure how much of this I’m ready for, Slate. I’ve never even had good sex before, let alone tried anything kinky.”

  He chuckled and nipped her shoulder with his teeth, kissing the bite and whispering decadently in her ear. “Then I think we should start with great sex and move slowly into the kink when you’re ready. How does that sound?”

  Dearie couldn’t help but whimper when he bit her tender
skin. “Yes…please…”

  “Mmm, such a sweet girl. Already begging…” His tongue traced her collar bone, sending licks of fire straight to her sex. As if he could read her mind, Slate wedged his muscled thigh between hers and pulled her hips, forcing her to ride his thigh while his teeth scraped her neck. Her hips picked up the rhythm and she ground her needy flesh against him, lifting her leg enough to wrap her thigh over his. Her panties were soaked. She knew her wetness was seeping through to his pants where she rode him to her hearts content, but she decided she no longer cared that she was behaving like a whore. It felt too good to feel guilty for it and he certainly didn’t seem to mind.

  Slate tugged the hem of her tight dress over her hips, growling when he saw her creamy thigh encased in black silky hose and garter with lacy panties covering her moist mound. He kept pulling her dress up until she raised her arms and let him remove it completely. “Fuck baby, look at how perfect you are.” Slate turned her towards the full length mirror, cupping her black lace covered breasts in his palms.

  She looked at the reflection they presented. Her long red waves in a disarray over his muscled forearms. Her pale, freckled skin was a contrast against his rich, caramel hue. His midnight black hair was falling over her shoulder as he nuzzled her neck, her breasts spilling from the palms of his hands. Never in her life had she felt as sexy as she did right now, wrapped up against her tall, dark and handsome man. Her skin was flushed with desire and a hint of a blush. After all, when she normally looked in the mirror she was always pointing out her negatives, yet here Slate was, appreciating her lush figure.

  His fingers traveled over her hips, tickling up her sides briefly as he reached for the clasp of her bra. A quick snapping motion had her free from the restraint, her hands quickly covered her milky white globes from his view. Slate growled at her, placing his hands over hers and drawing her hands to her side, pressing them there firmly. He reached for her then, cupping and squeezing her breasts in his rough palms, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they were plump points of desire. Dearie was clenching and unclenching her hands, unable to take her eyes off the reflection of them in the mirror. Her breathing had hitched and her hips shifted slightly from side to side so she could feel the sensation of her thighs rubbing together, giving her the sweet friction she desired.

  Slate released her breasts from his teasing touch and sharply brought his hand down on her bottom. “Did I tell you that you could rub your thighs together needy girl?” His breath was hot on her ear, sharp teeth biting her soft lobe as he rubbed her freshly smacked ass.

  “No sir. I…I didn’t know what to expect, what to do,” Dearie stuttered, doing her best to stay still.

  “I instructed you to look at how perfect you are. See yourself as I see you, Dearie. Your skin is flawless, so smooth and soft. Your breasts are full, heavy and lush with such pale pink nipples that are ripe for sucking.” She quivered as he massaged her breasts in his big, dark hands. Deft fingers were plucking her pointy nipples until she was moaning with each tug. He moved in front of her and lowered his head to her breast, drawing her taut nipple between his lips and lapping at it, sucking it hard and dragging his teeth over it. He pulled his mouth off her and moved to her other breast, flicking it with his tongue, nipping it with sharp teeth and sucking it so hard her hips thrust forward and rolled against him. Without letting go of her nipple he drew his hand back and popped her on the ass harder this time.

  “Oh! Oh I’m sorry I moved…it felt so good I forgot…” She was back to keeping her hands at her sides and her hips still, but she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to do that. He was now kneeling in front of her and licking down her stomach, taking the band of her panties between his teeth, his hands moving down her sides again so he could hook his thumbs in the black scrap of lace, pulling them over her hips and down her legs to her ankles.

  “If you want something, ask—unless you’re gagged or forbidden to speak.” His tongue slithered up her inner thigh, lapping at the slickness there, proof that he had her under his spell. Slate growled at her, “So fucking sweet.” His teeth marked her inner thighs, one after the other as he licked up every bit of her sweetness. It seemed he purposely was avoiding her slick folds just to make her beg.

  It was too much. All of it. From the bites and licks to the mention of being gagged, and the way he was avoiding touching her where she needed it most. She had to let her walls down and trust him to take care of her. Her voice was soft and slightly shaky when she finally spoke.

  “Slate…”

  He looked up at her and pressed a kiss on the soft tuft of strawberry hair that framed her precious pearl. His lips were still shiny from attending the wetness on her thighs. When he spoke to her his voice was husky with desire. “Yes Dearie?”

  “I would like to be free to touch you.”

  He smiled and brushed his hands down her thighs. “As you wish.” He took her hands in his and placing one on his shoulder while kissing the palm of her other hand. Once he let go she slid it through his hair and gripped the nape of his neck, massaging her fingers into his skin.

  “Please put your mouth on me, Slate,” she said breathlessly, opening her thighs further apart as she stood in front of him.

  Taking her at the bend of her knee and raising her leg to rest on his shoulder, he gave her the most wicked of grins. “My pleasure, sweetheart. Just tell me where you want my mouth specifically and I’ll gladly taste you there.”

  “You know where,” she said rebelliously. Her fingers tangled in his hair as her hips rolled forward, inviting him to taste her nectar.

  He smacked her bottom, both cheeks this time, with such force she wobbled, nearly toppling over in surprise. “Last chance to answer me, Dearie,” he said gruffly.

  “Here, between my thighs.” Her hand slid over her mound, parting her wet sex with delicate fingers, revealing her slick pearl as it poked out from its hood. Her bottom tingled, not painfully so, but with a wild heat that honestly had her wanting more.

  Slate growled in frustration, quickly moving her leg off his shoulder, standing, and griping her hair at the base of her neck, jerking her head back sharp enough to make her yelp. “From now on when I tell you to be specific, be fucking specific. This isn’t a show and tell. Your shyness has no place here.” Her face was stricken with something akin to fear laced with arousal. His own hard on was making it difficult to not toss her on the bed and fuck her until she screamed for him. But she had a lesson to learn.

  “I’m sorry sir,” she whimpered out in a voice that could barely be heard. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears.

  Leading her to his bed and bending her over with her face pressed to the mattress, nudging her legs apart with his knee, he started speaking in a softer tone as he pressed down against her. “Perhaps I should have gone into more detail, although telling you to ‘tell me specifically’ should have been enough. When you are with me, I want you to learn to not be shy about your body or what happens between us. I want you to feel comfortable with me, but not so comfortable you forget to obey and do as you’re told. I, in turn, will give you everything you need, Dearie. Things you never even dreamed of my luscious little princess.”

  Chapter 3

  “Thank you, sir. I promise I’ll do better.” The way he covered her, pinning her to the bed with his arousal firm and thick against her tender bottom was driving her crazy with desire. She could feel her wetness slicking down her thighs again but she was no longer embarrassed or ashamed. She was needy. Hungry for everything he said he would give her.

  “That’s my good girl.” His warm breath was tickling over her ear, “Now, do you think you can tell me specifically where you want my mouth, princess?”

  “Yes sir,” she breathed out, “My cunt, sir. I want your mouth on my cunt, more specifically, on my clit, sir.” It felt so dirty to say it out loud, but he chuckled and nipped her neck, obviously pleased with her candid response.

  “That’s
a good start, princess. Guess what? That’s exactly what I’ve wanted to do all night.” Hot kisses rained down her bare back, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow scratching her skin as he moved down her tender bottom, licking and biting her there.

  “Sir?” she gasped.

  “Yes princess?”

  “Will you take your clothes off as well?”

  He chuckled and gave her bottom an affectionate swat, massaging her soft pink globes before dipping his head down and licking her from her clit to her pink rosette, humming in pleasure.

  “Soon, have patience princess.” Slate continued to lap at her sex, squeezing her bottom and pulling her cheeks apart so he could swirl his tongue over each delicate fold, sipping her hard little nub of desire between his lips and sucking it hard. His tongue made fast flicks over her clit, drinking every drop of her desire until her entire body tensed and she screamed out his name.

  “Mmm baby, you taste so fucking sweet.” For now, he lightened the pressure of his tongue and gently rubbed his hands up her back and down again, massaging her thighs, then easing her over onto her back and covering her shaking body with his.

  “Next time, ask me before you come. I want to drag it out until you’re begging me, princess. I want you to orgasm harder than you ever have before.” He kissed her slowly, his tongue slipping between her lips to entwine with hers, sharing her taste with her. When he finally broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. They were such a sexy, smoky green it made his cock throb against her thigh.

  “Thank you, Slate. I’ve never…it’s never been anywhere near that good for me. It was…it was amazing.” She looked at him with awe. Her hands slid around his neck to run through the silkiness of his hair.

  “We have only just begun, princess. Unfortunately, I still have to give you your punishment. Normally I would have given that to you first, but your arousal was so high I wanted you to finally feel some satisfaction since it’s apparent you’ve never been taken care of properly.”