Flynn put his lips to her pussy. The warmth of his mouth penetrated the steamy wetness of her sex. Echo's breath caught in her throat and she had to remind herself to exhale. The breath left her lungs in small, shuddering gasps.
She rose up on her toes when his enthusiastic tongue skillfully parted her lips and entered her. It swirled around inside of her, lapping the slippery cream that coated the walls of her cock canal.
Had anyone ever died from too much pleasure? A whirring sound droned in her head, blocking out everything but the ecstasy between her legs, as Flynn's touch transported her to a wakeful state of bliss. Echo closed her eyes, and dropped her head backwards, submitting to his feverish touch.
A gentle tugging vibration engulfed her clitoris as Flynn lured it between his lips, fluttering his tongue over and around the undulating jewel. Her knees weakened. She gripped Flynn's shoulders, her hips rocking instinctively. Flynn's finger nails pressed sharply into her buttocks, pressing her pussy to his mouth. He suckled her clit, coaxing the relentless craving ever closer to the surface. The first tingling of impending orgasm twitched through her veins.
Echo's blood pulsed beneath her skin. Her hands jumped involuntarily against his shoulders.
Flynn eased his mouth from her sex. The sound of his whisper broke through the wall of rapture that had surrounded her senses. “Turn around, face the mirror, and place your hands on the wall,” he instructed.
He was going to fuck her from behind, Echo was certain of it. Right here in this claustrophobic dressing room, while the world passed so near to them, he was going to bang her against the thin walls and he wanted her to watch it happen in the mirror's reflection. She wanted to look in his eyes when he first penetrated her. She wanted to see what his face looked like when he climaxed.
Echo placed both hands flat against the wall. Her reflection showed a tell-tale red flush over her breasts and face.
Flynn remained kneeling on the floor. He pulled her hips towards him, arching her back in an exaggerated pose. Echo readied herself to receive his cock, but instead she experienced the sensation of tiny bites on her behind. She looked in the mirror to see Flynn nibbling her ass. The little bites didn't really hurt, but they awakened a strange yearning in her. She wanted to feel his teeth penetrate more sharply into her skin. She craved to walk the knife's edge of pain and pleasure. When the pressure from his teeth dented her flesh, she moaned with delight and pushed her ass more firmly against his mouth.
Flynn pressed his palms against Echo's buttocks, spreading her cheeks and exposing her small dark hole. His tongue was fiercely hot against her tender flesh as it swirled around the tight opening. Fearing that she might cry out, Echo clamped her jaw, gritting her teeth. A finger, maybe two, she couldn't tell, eased their way into the shadowy hole, bringing with them an exquisite, burning bliss.
Echo's palms slid down the wall. She struggled to regain her balance.
The clamor of the busy shop outside intruded into her ears. She had almost forgotten where she was. She tried to calculate how long she and Flynn had been locked in the dressing room. It could have been minutes, or hours, she couldn't tell. The sound of footsteps passing very near the door thrilled her. Knowing that she was having this secret moment in such a public place heightened her arousal. Her breasts tingled with heaviness and she thrust her hips towards Flynn, begging him to fill her.
A cool, firm object penetrated her pussy. In the reflection Echo saw Flynn stroking and twirling the riding crop inside of her. It blew her mind. It was so kinky, but so decadently erotic. The sleek, rigid crop tickled secret places inside of her that a penis couldn't. Echo rode unabashedly on the phallic invader, her juices coursing down the inside of her legs.
She bucked her hips. Her legs trembled as her hands pressed firmly against the wall. She caught Flynn's eye in the mirror and saw her own eyes, wide with pleasured torment.
"It's okay, baby,” Flynn soothed, “let it out. Show me what you've got."
The sound of Flynn's voice was the impetus that she needed to take her over the edge. She bore down, squeezing the object penetrating her pussy and grinding against Flynn's fingers. Every muscle in her body, down to the tiniest ones, began to tremor. A roar resounded in Echo's head. Her panting breaths abruptly halted as the muscles in her neck tensed. She threw her head back, all of her senses focused on her orgasm. Like the pounding surf, it washed over her, engulfing everything in its path, then gradually retreated, depositing her lightheaded and listless upon the shore.
Flynn held her tightly around the waist, his hand pressed against her throbbing clitoris until the spasms subsided. Exhausted, Echo's ankles gave out and she stumbled against the wall.
"Are you alright?” Flynn asked.
Echo gulped and nodded her head.
"You were wonderful, you know ... just perfect.” Flynn was kissing her flesh, but her body, numbed from the electricity of her orgasm, barely felt his lips. “Now let's get you dressed, girl. I want you to leave the costume and mask with the clerk and tell him that you've changed your mind."
Reality was crawling its way back into Echo's consciousness. She felt so strange, as if she had viewed her actions from a far-off perspective. It was as if she had experienced sexual stimulation for the very first time. She had never been that unguarded. Flynn had somehow released a part of her that was entirely new. She wanted to say something to Flynn, but she didn't even know exactly what.
"Flynn, I..."
"Shhh,” he placed a finger to her lips. “No words."
Mutely Flynn dressed Echo in her familiar jeans and tank. She went through the motions in a daze.
Echo slipped out the door of the dressing room and back into the busy shop. She performed as she had been instructed, handing the costume pieces back to the disinterested clerk. As she was leaving the store, the sound of Flynn's voice reached her ears over the clamor of the busy shop.
"I've decided that I won't need this after all.” Glancing backward, she saw Flynn smiling broadly as he slapped the riding crop into the hands of the cashier. Echo's face blushed a deep crimson. Oh no he didn't! She thought, shaking her head in disbelief.
The Green Eyed Monster
Echo gazed out of her kitchen window at the back garden, which had turned from shades of pink and blue to the golden hues of autumn. She was a churning mass of emotions. She felt like Alice in Wonderland tumbling ass over teacups down the rabbit hole. The genie was out of the bottle and there was no sending him back. With eager anticipation she looked forward to her next encounter with Flynn ... Flynn, who in the wink of an eye had changed everything.
Her response to him had been dramatic. What kind of hold did he possess on her? From the moment he entered her life, he was perpetually in her thoughts. A single fleeting image of him caused her to feel fragile and dreamy.
It was more than lust. He had stirred up emotions that she had long ago locked away. She was vulnerable, and it was this vulnerability that frightened her. It was one thing to give control over to him for sexual games, but quite another to give her heart to him. Was he just someone to roll around in bed with and share a few laughs, or was he the answer to her prayers?
Her mother had told her that she would know when the right man came along. But her mother believed in things like fate and destiny. Echo was far more practical. Still, she wished that she had a way to contact her mother.
* * * *
Inside the soaring turret room, encircled by towering windows, Flynn slumped in an oversize leather chair. One leg stretched out in front of him, the other bent and nervously fidgeting. His hands pressed together forming a steeple, his index fingers like a metronome, tapping out his troubled thoughts.
Something wasn't right. She was too willing, too eager. It was too easy. Flynn rolled the possibilities over in his mind.
His powers of persuasion were first-rate, perhaps too effective. She had seemed entirely sincere, but then again, so far it had been all fun and games. For what lie ahead, she would have t
o trust him with her very life. Today was a good beginning and a gateway into earning that trust. Flynn commended himself for choosing a public place for their first encounter. Despite the danger of being discovered, it actually was a safe haven for her, a place so full of people that she knew he couldn't do anything to her without consent. Not that he would have.
In just a few weeks she would have to be fully ready, completely and without reservation invested in their relationship and wholly confident of him. She had not truly been put to the test yet. Progress had been made, but Flynn didn't fool himself into thinking that the road was paved before him. Echo was high-spirited and strong-willed. There would be bumps along the way.
In the background a mantle clock ticked off the minutes, reminding Flynn that there was no time to waste, and no room for error. He had to step on the accelerator and push things forward. He pressed his fingers to his lips. They still bore the scent of her. Inhaling her musk into his lungs, his impatient prick stirred. Flynn laughed out loud at the irony. She was the submissive, yet he was the one being punished.
"Patience, ole chap,” Flynn admonished his pecker. “You'll get your chance soon enough."
Flynn knew he mustn't allow his desire for her to cloud his thinking. He was already struggling with the difficult task of bringing her face to face with her destiny. He found it almost impossible to be a stern Master with her. He only wanted to please her, to make her happy; however that wasn't what this was about. The sexual game was merely a doorway, a shortcut.
He was the one that had recognized her as the fulfillment of the prophecy. He was the one that pleaded with the counsel to do this thing. Now it was solely in his hands to complete the mission. If he could slowly and subtly instruct her to follow his lead when she was at her most vulnerable, she would be trained and conditioned to willingly surrender to him when he asked for her life.
He pondered the possibility that he was misreading the situation. Perhaps things were exactly as they appeared. Perhaps she was as ready as her response indicated. Yet Flynn knew enough not to fool himself into believing that he had Echo in the palm of his hand. In truth, he was more concerned that he was the one with his heart strung on the line. If events didn't go as planned, he was certain to be a doomed man.
From his vantage point in the turret, Flynn spied a cable company van pull up to the curb outside of her house. A sandy-haired man hopped out, his wide tool belt jangling as his feet met the pavement.
Flynn sprinted to the window and tracked the man's movements as he swaggered up the sidewalk towards Echo's door, finally disappearing behind a large elm.
Flynn paced and waited. An hour passed, then two.
What the hell is going on in there? Flynn's blood began to simmer. Two hours to lay some bloody cable! Cable had better be the only thing that bastard is laying!
Flynn didn't plan on contacting Echo again so soon after her first lesson, but this cable fellow was really getting on his nerves.
It's past five o'clock. What is this cheeky jack-off doing working past five?
F lynn's active imagination took a dark tur n. He envisioned the man's hands on Echo's body, his tongue thrust into her mouth, his cock inside of her.
"That's it!” Flynn declared. “I am bloody well going over there!"
* * * *
With purposeful strides, Flynn marched up the sidewalk.
"Knock, knock,” he bellowed, booting the unlatched door open.
He stomped into the living room. An advertisement for Pop-it Toaster Treats blared from the television, but there was no sign of Echo or the cable man. Flynn made a sweep of the first floor rooms—all vacant as well.
Echo's infectious laughter drifted down the staircase. They were upstairs. His legs galloped up the stairs, taking them two and three at a time. Jealousy overwhelmed him. He burst into Echo's bedroom, flinging the door open with such force that the knob bounced off of the wainscoting sending the door rebounding back towards his face. He kicked it open again for good measure.
A startled Echo whirled around from her desk chair, her fingers curled over the computer's keyboard. The cable man stood behind her, leaning over with one hand on the mouse, his eyes wide and jaw open.
"Sorry to interrupt your bogey little tea party, but I think the lady has to be somewhere. Don't you Echo?” Flynn's words were coated with indignation.
"He ... he,” Echo stammered. “He was just showing me how to set up my e-mail."
"Oh, he was, was he? Was is the bloody right word, and now he is done. Aren't you, you bowsie bugger?"
The cable man backed away and hurriedly began to gather his things. “Yeah, I ... I think I'm finished here."
"You can bet your mutt's nuts you are!” Flynn concluded.
The cable man cautiously edged past Flynn, trying not to make eye or any other form of physical contact. His footsteps pounded on the stairs as he sprinted for the nearest exit.
"Flynn,” Echo protested, “what is all of this about? I was just having my services hooked up."
"Oh, I see ... your services! Since when does it take two bleepin’ hours to have your services hooked up?"
"Well, I'll be damned, Flynn,” Echo chuckled. “You're jealous."
Echo walked towards Flynn, slipping her arms around his waist.
"Awww, come on, don't be jealous. There's nothing to worry about here."
Jealousy ... the word stabbed his gut with the sharpness of a double-edged dagger. He was discovering that it was one of his grievous faults, along with impetuosity, and rashly jumping to conclusions. Faced with situations that were unfamiliar to him, he found that he couldn't always deal with them calmly. It was his nature to feel things more deeply than the mortals who surrounded him here. He wasn't used to reigning in his emotions, especially these newly-discovered, love-induced negative ones.
He would look like a fool to her if he admitted that his hot head and wild imagination had brought him here. Not to mention, his outrageous jealousy could render him irrevocably unattractive to her. So, he reverted to what he knew she responded to—domination.
"Jealousy hasn't a bloody thing to do with it, Echo. What part of me being your Master don't you understand?"
Echo removed her arms from Flynn's waist, set her jaw, and plopped down on the bed, her arms folded over her chest. “I didn't think having my cable installed had to be cleared with you!"
"Everything you do has to be cleared with me! That's the whole point of this arrangement. I thought you understood that. I tell you what to do, and when to do it. That's what you want, isn't it?"
"Yes,” Echo conceded with a sigh. “I just ... I didn't think...” The cor ners of Echo's mouth tur ned down. Her chin quivered as she blinked back the tears welling from her eyes.
"Oh Sweet Jaysus, lass, don't start cryin’ now."
He couldn't have screwed this up any more if he had tried. The hot brand of guilt burned in his chest. Castigating her didn't make him feel like a man, it made him feel like an ass. Barely one day into this arrangement and he had fucked up, royally. She should have kicked his sorry ass out of her house, but instead, she was looking to him for forgiveness.
He didn't dare look her in the eye. She didn't want some wimpy bowl of emotional jelly, she wanted a man who was strong and sure, and right now he felt anything but.
She was confused. Why wouldn't she be? He hadn't ever told her what he expected. Until now, he hadn't actually thought about it himself. Breathing deeply, he tried to dispel the nausea that was growing in his stomach.
He hoped there was still a chance to repair the damage. Tentatively, he moved near her, and as he did, her emotions rushed into him and he felt her sorrow and confusion with such acuity that it pressed upon him like a leaden weight.
Wrapping her in his arms, he stroked her luxurious hair. She was a grown woman, but inside she was just a little girl who was scared, and falling in love for the first time.
"There, there, lassie” he soothed. “I am so very sorry. I realize th
at you're still learning ... and so am I.” “I'm sorry, too Flynn.” Echo choked. “It's all just happening so fast.” Seeing her beautiful face turn red and blotchy from the tears that he had caused tied Flynn's stomach into knots. “We'll get it right. You'll see. All in good time,” he cooed. “Now please, for the love of God, stop cryin'."
Flynn placed tiny butterfly kisses on her eyelids, tasting the salt that the tears had left behind. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and then her mouth. A feeling more tender than he had ever known swelled in his breast while a seed of doubt nagged at his soul. If he couldn't even handle a few tears, how was he ever going to fulfill his promise to her? What a delicate line they had chosen to walk. It was easy to provide the domination that she craved during sex; it came so naturally that he barely had to think about it. It was all the other times that had him completely confounded.
Assuming the Position
Echo awoke to the sound of a garbage truck clattering its way down the brick street. She stretched her arm behind her, drowsily feeling for Flynn, but the spot where he had lain was now empty. He had cradled her through the night; spooning against her while she slept. Several times she had felt the heat of his rigid cock pressing against her backside, but he had made no move towards using it on her. Not that she would have minded. Every minute that she was with him she was in such a heightened state of sexual arousal, fucking him was nearly all she could think about.
Working her hand inside of her panties, she reflected back on their encounter in the dressing room and rubbed her waking pussy.
As she stroked her dampening folds, she thought about how Flynn had burst into her room, breathless and with the veins nearly popping out of his neck. He had denied it, but he had been jealous alright. His jealousy actually turned her on. It was nice to have someone that cared about her enough to be jealous, even if it was a bit over the top.
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