I stepped toward her, lifting her face so our eyes met. “I asked you a question and I expect an answer.”
Vixen swallowed hard. “Permission to speak, sir?”
I could feel the smile spread across my face even in my dreams. She was even more submissive than I’d thought. God, how I wanted someone like this as my own. Wait . . . where did that thought come from?
“Granted, little one.”
“You, sir.”
I wouldn’t go any further until I knew her level of play. “What are your hard and soft limits?”
She looked a bit nervous and hesitated for a moment.
“For every moment you hesitate, that’ll be one slap to your backside with my hand.” I didn’t want to threaten her, but I wanted her to know I meant business.
I watched as her pussy started to glisten with her arousal. The scent had my dick pushing hard against the zipper of my jeans. I’d be lucky if I didn’t end up with a permanent imprint.
“Sorry, sir. I’m naturally submissive by nature, but not as experienced as you think. It might be easier to state what I will do than what I won’t.” Her voice was barely audible with a hint of nervousness. It amazed me that she didn’t break her pose and kept her breathing in check.
I walked up to her so she could see my feet and brushed my hand against the side of her face. “Okay. What do you like, little darling?” I conceded. I’d pretty much do anything to get between her legs at this point.
She took in a deep breath, her eyes still downcast at the floor, as she rushed out, “Yes, sir. I don’t mind light bondage, but am open to exploring other possibilities. I will state a hard limit on suspension. I’m still exploring elements of spanking, toys, and clamps. I have a soft limit on anal sex. As for anything else, I’m open minded, but not into severe pain or humiliation.”
I could easily work with these limits. Truth be told, I wasn’t really into the hard core BDSM stuff. I didn’t mind some of the toys, paddles, floggers, and sometimes a cane—mainly I got off on dominating the woman I was with and guiding us both to fulfillment through her surrender. I wish I had more than one night to teach this submissive a few new tricks. I caught myself and shook my head, trying to remember this was only a one night stand, reminding myself that I didn’t do long term, not since—
“Do you have a safe word?”
She shook her head.
“What do you use then?”
“I’ve been using the stop light system, which seems to work,” she admitted sheepishly.
I could work with this. “Okay, we’ll use that tonight. If you don’t like anything, yell out “Red” and I’ll stop immediately. If you’re uncomfortable, then yell out “Yellow” and we can discuss what’s happening and decide to alter or stop the scene all together. If we cross paths again, we’ll come up with new words.” Why the hell did I just say that? I hadn’t even fucked her yet and I was already laying claim. What the hell was I thinking?
“Yes, sir.”
“Is there anything that sparks your interest?” I wanted to get her heated up quickly.
A hint of pink shaded her upper torso and spread quickly across her face. The scent of her arousal kicked up and spread throughout the room, putting me on edge. It was all I could do not to pick her up from the floor, carry her over to the couch, and fuck her senseless.
Her voice was almost inaudible. “I like the spanking bench, sir.”
“And I love to spank. Stand up, walk over to the bench, and wait for me, facing the wall.” I started to unzip my jeans and pull them down when something fell out. This could make tonight even more interesting. “Are you allergic to any kind of dyes or sugar?”
She shook her head.
She was cute in her innocence, but I needed to awaken her to the rules. “I want you to answer me always. I might not be looking at you when I ask a question, so I’d like a verbal response.” My voice was curt and to the point. I didn’t want to scare her, but I needed to know an answer.
“No known allergies to dyes or sugar, sir. May I ask why?” Her voice shook.
I discarded everything but my cowboy hat and mask. I walked over to where she stood, coming as close to her as possible without touching so I could see how in tune she was with me. Her breath caught the moment she could feel the heat radiating off my skin.
“No need to be alarmed. It’s just me, your cowboy for the evening.” I placed my special packet of goodness off to the side, along with several condoms and a few toys I’d grabbed.
Her breathing faltered as my teeth nipped at her neck. My tongue quickly soothed over the spot. I don’t know why, but I felt the need to mark her as my own. Something about Vixen called to me on a deeper level. What, I don’t know.
I reached my arms around her tiny frame and grabbed her breasts, making her jump at first. I wasn’t gentle because it wasn’t my style, but the feel of her flesh in my hands sent an undercurrent of sensation up my arms and into my body—she fit perfectly.
Her breasts were satiny smooth, not too big and not too small, but perfect for caressing and sucking. My hands found their way to her nipples and rolled them between my finger and thumb until they became hardened nubs. I reached for one of the toys off the table nearby and laid a trail of kisses across her collar bone and down her chest until she sucked in a breath as my mouth pulled her nipple in. I could feel her flesh harden further with the ministrations of my tongue, while my hand tweaked her other breast. The soft mewls escaping her throat had me ready to explode.
Vixen’s body started to writhe in passion as I moved from one breast to another. Her hands kept leaving her side, but she didn’t touch me. If she had, I would’ve laid her out on the spanking bench and shown her who’s the dom.
I removed my lips from her nipple with an audible pop, then secured one of the adjustable clamps I’d selected. “Tell me when you’ve hit all you can tolerate on these clamps.”
“Yes, sir.” Her body tensed. “There, sir.” I stopped tightening the clamp and reached for the other one, as she cast her eyes downward and gasped in surprise. I guess she finally got a good look at the package I sported. She tensed for a moment before asking, “How will—?”
I kept sucking her other breast, grabbing her hips with one hand to draw her closer. “Don’t worry, little filly. It’ll fit.” I don’t know what possessed me to add, “One taste of me and I’ll ruin you for all other men.”
I let the chain and weight attached to the clamps hang down against her stomach. She instantly moaned in desire. I moved her forward to the bench. “Lie down on your belly and I’ll strap you in.” The moment her skin touched the leather, she seemed to sigh and let her body relax. I worked quickly to secure the straps and ensure they weren’t too tight.
“What light are we at, Vixen?”
“Green, sir.”
Her ass was perfection. It was heart shaped and begging to be spanked. I moved up against her, letting my cock rub up against her thigh. My hands began to move across her ass in a circular motion, massaging the skin and muscles as a sigh escaped her lips. I wanted her totally relaxed when I fulfilled my promise of punishment for hesitating to answer me earlier and I couldn’t wait to see her cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink.
A snap filled the air as my hand connected with the flesh of her backside. I’d waited for the moment she’d gone limp on the spanking bench to deliver my punishment and catch her off guard. I’d been around enough subs to know who was faking and who wasn’t.
Vixen was definitely into the spanking. The ones who faked instantly acted turned on, writhing all over the bench. But not her, she jumped and yelled, “Hey. Give a gal some warning.”
I leaned forward to kiss the area I’d just slapped and bit lightly into her flesh as my fingers found their way down her folds to see how wet and tight she was. Her breath caught as I pushed one finger into her moist center. She arched her back, fighting the initial feeling. “It’s just my finger, love.”
My god she was soaked and
tight. My cock wouldn’t last a minute inside her unless I got her to relax. I moved my finger in and out of her core, feeling the walls inside her clamp down, wanting to hold my finger hostage. I used my free hand to slap her other ass cheek. “Stop being so tense, Vixen.” The moment my hand connected with her ass, the walls of her center relaxed. The little minx was telling the truth, she did get off on spanking. Her ass was definitely mine, at least for tonight.
Was this nothing more than a dream? My mind began wandering as the scene shifted a bit and then came back into focus.
I watched as my mind replayed how I’d given her ten good slaps of my hand before inserting another finger and having her flood my hand with the sweet cream of her orgasm. She yelled out, “Oh God, I’m coming!”
I remember how cocky I was. “I’m not God, but I am your cowboy for the evening. Let’s see if I can draw another orgasm out of you before I take you for a ride, darling.”
Her pinked ass squirmed against the leather. “I can’t—not another one, sir.” Her voice was sincere and pleading, but I had an appetite that needed to be fed, and I wanted her to be the meal. The smell of her arousal made my mouth salivate.
I stilled her movement with my hands. “If you don’t settle down, I’ll get a belt to strap your backside down to the bench.” I guess she knew I meant business since she settled right down immediately.
“Yes, sir.”
Just out of curiosity. “What color are we at, little one?”
“Still green, sir.”
I brought my fingers up to my nose. Her scent was intoxicating, driving me wild, making me want to come. I leaned over her, kissing the side of her neck and leading up to that spot behind her ear that drove most women crazy. “I want to taste your cream and all its goodness. Do you mind if I try something on you? If you don’t like it, just yell out ‘Red,’ understand?”
“Yes, sir. Please.”
I grabbed a pillow from the sofa and placed it on the floor to cushion my knees as I sank down to face her pussy. I reached over to the table and grabbed hold of my special packet of peppermint popping candy. They were rare to find, but oh so pleasurable to the receiver.
I parted her folds with my hands and swiped my tongue across her clit and then down to her labia before plunging in with my tongue. Her taste made me hungry and I wanted—no needed—more. I ripped open the packet of popping candy, placed a little on my tongue, and then went to town on her clit. She instantly started bucking against my face, seeking out more attention and trying to ride my tongue.
My thumb took the place of my tongue on her clit, working her little nub over until it was jutting out. I put some more popping candy in my mouth and started to devour the opening of her center. The muscles in her legs began to tighten and I knew she was close, so I doubled my efforts while pinching her clit, causing her to explode with a burst of liquid into my mouth. She was sweeter than anything I’d ever tasted—a taste I could definitely get addicted to on a daily basis. Mine! Why the hell was I laying claim to her?
I wanted to feel the power of her orgasm, so I stood quickly, pushing the pillow away, ripped open a condom with my teeth, and sheathed myself before driving into her. My God she was tight, but wet enough that I was able to go balls deep. I was surprised, with her small frame, that she was able to take my full length, but her body wanted me, making me feel I was being sucked deep into her passage. I stilled so she could acclimate to my size and so I wouldn’t blow my load immediately.
My need to move finally won over and I pulled back just to the tip and thrust forward again. The moans of passion coming from her lips had me mesmerized and seeking more. I didn’t want the moment to end, but I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.
The more uneven her breath became, the tighter she latched onto my dick, pulling me in even deeper. My primitive need wished I could be bare inside her, marking her with my seed, laying claim to her as mine. God, she felt so fucking good. If I believed in romantic tales, I’d swear she was made just for me, but I belonged to no one—never would—or would I?
I pounded into her until she came against my cock, causing my own release to be ripped from me. I felt my soul split apart as I spilled into the condom inside her. How was she able to do this to me? Why was I affected on such a deep, emotional level?
My body crashed and I went limp against her back. It took a few moments for us both to stop breathing so heavily. I placed gentle kisses along her shoulders and back, not wanting to pull out and sever our connection yet.
Vixen winced as I finally pulled out of her several minutes later. I discarded the condom in the trash while grabbing some wet wipes and cleaning both of us up. I was all about the aftercare and being a kind Dom—I just didn’t do closeness.
I started undoing the straps, rubbing her arms and legs to make sure the circulation was there. She began to climb off the apparatus, but I lifted her into my arms and carried her over to the sofa. I grabbed a blanket and threw over the cushions before laying her down and then climbing up over her.
Her eyes were hard to see completely. I hated not being able to tell her eye color, but more importantly, I was unable to tell if she was in subspace or just satiated. “Are you with me, Vixen?”
There was no answer, so I leaned down to kiss her lips. At first she did nothing, but then started to respond to me sucking her lip into my mouth and seeking entrance to hers with my tongue.
“Are you coming back to me, yet?” I watched as she nodded. “Are you ready for me to remove the clamps?” She shook her head. I could tell she didn’t relish much pain. I guess it was a good thing I wasn’t a sadist. I liked giving a few slaps on the ass here and there, but nothing overly painful. I was more a pleasure addict.
“I’m going to take them off now. I know they’ll hurt, but I promise to take that pain away.”
She took in a deep breath. “I know, sir. Just make it quick.”
I leaned over her, holding my weight the best I could as I unscrewed the first clamp. Her body went rigid when I removed the first clamp. Her teeth began biting into her bottom lip. I lavaged her nipple with my tongue and then sucked it into my mouth, trying to suck the pain away. It took some doing, but she finally relaxed and began grinding against my cock.
I looked up into her face. “I don’t want you biting your lip, that’s reserved for me and me alone!” Her skin flushed with the most beautiful shade of pink, turning me hard again. “Are you ready for the second one?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir. Let’s get it over with.” My brave little subbie.
I moved one of her legs up over the backside of the sofa, then I settled in between them, making quick work of sheathing myself with another condom. This time I unscrewed the clamp and the moment it was off, I thrust into her center hard and fast, catching her by surprise as I sucked her nipple into my mouth and lavished it with attention.
I didn’t wait for her to acclimate to me; instead I started moving in and out of her center at a steady pace. Her hands grabbed hold of my hair, drawing me closer. The connection and intimacy scared me, so I grabbed them in one hand and held them above her head. That didn’t stop her from wrapping one leg around me and trying to pull me further into her with her foot drawn up against my backside.
I could tell her orgasm was approaching with the walls of her center pulsating around me, pulling me in and not wanting to let go. Her speech was broken as she whispered, “It’s . . . nev . . . er . . . been this . . . gooooood . . . before . . . Oh, God! Yes!”
I couldn’t take anymore of her romantic talk. I plunged my tongue into her mouth to silence her as I submerged myself hard into her moist heat. She whimpered, but matched the movements of my thrusts with her hips, while she sucked my tongue further into her mouth. Why, when I had to leave, did I find someone who’d match my desires?
Her body started shivering again with the onset of another orgasm, right as I came deep within her. The strength of the orgasm flew down my spine and into my dick, unloading more of myself
than I ever had before. How did she elicit such an intense feeling within me?
I woke with a start, finding my hand wrapped around my cock and spewing come all over the clean bed sheets. “Holy fuck!” I couldn’t finish the rest of my dream where we’d come together a few more times before calling it a night and heading our separate ways.
I’d always regret that we never revealed our identities to one another. We’d thought about it, but when she found out I was headed back to California the next day she left it up to fate to decide our paths.
I remember her words as if it just happened. She’d turned away from me when I told her I was leaving town. I’d pressed my chest to her back so she could feel my warmth and know that I treasured our time together. The connection I had with her spooked me and I didn’t want to admit that I’d be returning as soon as I finished the jobs I’d already committed to. I didn’t want to give her any hope that we could be something. I had been burned before and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to try again, despite how much her body called to me.
She’d caught me off guard by whispering in Italian. My first clue to Vixen’s true persona. “So che posso sognare, so che non avete, ma so anche che non dimenticherò mai questa notte. Se due persone sono destinate ad essere insieme, quindi destino.”
She kept her back to me, but turned to apologize. “I’m sorry, I should speak so you can understand.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Non si dovrebbe essere in grado di giudicare, piccolo.” I told my little one she shouldn’t be quick to judge.
Vixen turned to face me, her eyes huge with shock. “Si parla Italiano?” (You speak Italian?)
I could feel the smile spread across my face. “Si.” (Yes.)
“You’re right, my little Vixen. I know I can dream, I know I’ll never have you, but I also know I’ll never forget this night, either. If fate means us to be together, it will happen. If not, then I’m a better man for having known you. No one has ever surrendered to me like this before.”
Her eyes began to fill with tears. I normally grabbed my clothes, got dressed, and high tailed it out the door as soon as my sub of the evening was told I’d never see her again. But for some reason, I couldn’t tell Vixen that.
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