by Lynn, KT
Hague met my glare, caught my smile and chuckled. “Oh, how I want you, pet. You have no idea.”
Reaching in the box, he pulled out the riding crop and extended the handle. I shivered in anticipation as I heard it click into place. I was surprised by my eagerness to experience more of the game, more of the pleasure he was bestowing upon me.
“This is round two,” he said softly.
Releasing the rope from around the lower half of my body, he lifted my knees and placed my feet on the ground. Sliding my legs together he, gently, bent and wound the rope around my ankles.
“Relax your body, pet,” Hague instructed. Obediently, I relaxed my entire body as much as I could, excited with the idea of Hague’s strong hands testing me with the riding crop.
Grabbing the rope around my ankles and bending me at the waist, he carefully lifted my bound legs high in the air. Taking the vibrator, he plunged it deep into my pussy, wiggling it several times to ensure it was thrust as deeply within my walls as it could possibly go. I exhaled in delight.
Picking up the crop, he began to go to work, spanking me lightly, the crack of the leather as it hit my ass exciting me.
“Are you going to cum for me, pet? Hmmm? Don’t you want to be mine, Elizabeth?” he urged as he spanked me repeatedly. I could see a bulge in his pants forming. He was intoxicated with dominance, thrilled with his power over and punishment of my confined body. Bending and squeezing my right breast firmly, he spanked me harder, my cheeks stinging from pain. Losing myself, I nearly moaned in pleasure, catching the moan in my throat and turning it into an audible exhalation.
Hague laughed, delighted by our game, excited by my determination. Upping the stakes, he began whipping me with a frenzy, pulling the riding crop far back, coming back in with concentrated, powerful strokes. My cheeks burned, deliciously. I was in awe of the man; he had hit every one of my pleasure centers, as if he had not only researched my career, but my erogenous zones and how to expertly work them. He was not only a marvel in business; he was a master of arousal.
Hague would take moments of care, rubbing my cheeks gently with the palm of his hand, before lifting the crop and returning to the sweet punishment. It went like this for nearly an hour, swatting, rubbing, caressing, spanking and, still, I remained absolutely silent, releasing nothing but breathy exhalations.
Backing away from me, he grunted in delighted aggravation. Holding my legs steady, my stomach quivering from the unexpected workout with which Hague was subjecting me, he pulled the black vibrator from my pussy and reached for the long vibrator with the curved tip inside of the antique box.
“Round three, pet. I will be making you mine now,” he exclaimed, determined.
Bending down and pulling my lips apart, he wasted no time, plunging the vibrator deep inside of me. I felt the curve thrust against my G-spot. He moaned loudly as he began to thrust in and out.
“Let your pussy juice flow all over my hand, Elizabeth. I want you to scream from pleasure. Come to me, pet.” Thrusting the curved tip, he concentrated on my swollen gland, teasing and massaging the knob.
Working upwards and to the right, he found my sweet spot. I wriggled my hips uncontrollably. Realizing he had struck gold, he lifted my legs higher and pushed the curved vibe into the depths of my cavern, easing the chair back, pushing my thighs toward my body and sliding to his knees to concentrate on the spot. Seeing me convulse and my eyelids flutter, he smiled, certain victory would soon be his. My stomach began to quiver.
Taking control, Hague owned my body with deep, long, forceful strokes, wetting me more and more.
“Such a beautiful wet cunt. Let it drip, baby. Let it cum for me.” He crooned.
I began to wet, my cream spilling from deep inside of me. Hague rammed my spot with the vibe tip, working it fiercely, intensely. I panted, short, quick, uneven breaths, growing louder and louder with his every thrust. My body began to convulse, my thighs to quiver.
“Here it comes, sweetheart. I feel it. Now you will be mine,” he said loudly, excited by the idea of earning his new pet.
My dam broke. Spreading my knees and creating a hole from which I could peer, I watched as I showered his hand and wrist in my juices. Holding my scream, feeling my body painfully grip the vocal exclamation dying to escape, I shuddered, my entire body quivering from the intensity of my orgasm. Hague continued his focused massage of my cunt, plundering my well until he had expelled every ounce of cum. Minutes passed as my body quivered softly and he thrust the vibrator softly between the dripping wet folds of my pussy. He was intent on continuing, filling me as long, and as sweetly, as he could. He could not accept his defeat.
“Such sweet cum, my pet. So juicy. So beautiful.” He moaned. “Oh, Elizabeth, I wanted you so much. So much…”
Reluctantly sliding the vibrator from me and lowering my legs, he backed away, staring at my quivering, sweaty body as he, silently accepted that I had defeated him, an occurrence I was certain he was not used to. Smiling softly, I assuaged his pain.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hague,” I said, wriggling my body to ease the tension of the workout I had just received, “It’s just business.”
Removing the ropes from my legs and wrists, he kissed me softly on the shoulder, walked to retrieve my clothing and handed them to me politely. I looked upward to meet his somber gaze. Silently, we smiled at one another, paying silent respect to one another’s dominance and power.
The next morning, laying in the plush, king-sized bed of my private villa, I awoke to images of yesterday’s business proceedings on my mind. Wrapping a palm around my wrist, I felt the light indentation of the rope from which I had been bound in Hague’s library for well over an hour. Rolling onto my back, and sliding my hand between the creamy lips of my pussy, I gently began massaging my clit, harkening back to Hague’s masterful control of my body, his deep, sensual voice urging me to cum for him.
A forceful knock on the villa door ripped me from my morning pleasure. Jumping from bed and sliding on a silk bathrobe Hague’s service staff had laid, neatly, on the bed for me the evening before, I ran to the door.
“Good morning, Ms. Bailey.” Gwendolyn said brightly, this morning wearing a red, skin tight maid’s uniform, her large breasts poked through the holes. Her nipple piercings were adorned with long, gold chain from which a sparkling “H” hung.
“Mr. Hague would like to thank you for yesterday. He looks forward to doing business with Jerrick Morgan Limited.”
Presenting a manila folder marked “Confidential” and a small jewelry box, she continued, “Your fully signed documents and a special gift from Mr. Hague, in appreciation. He has flown to France on business, but, wanted to thank you immensely for your time. We…” she trailed off, stammering suddenly, “We are all very sad to see you go.”
Handing me the items, Gwendolyn turned and sauntered down the pathway toward the main house, her long, blonde hair blowing in the cool Amalfi Coast breeze. Closing the door and walking to the bed, I slit the envelope with my long, red fingernail. Inside was the Jerrick Morgan contract, Donovan Hague’s signature bold across the bottom. I smiled in satisfaction.
Flipping open the jewelry box, a handwritten note on handmade Italian bambagina greeted me.
My pet,
You are, indeed, a winner. I look forward to our next business meeting.
Best,
D.H.
Underneath the note was a sparkling, 14 carat gold necklace with a dangling letter “H” charm.
The Mile High Club
by Ellie Soap
Themes: public sex
I checked the ticket one last time to ensure that I had our designated seats correct. As I reached up above me to place our carry-on bags in the compartment, my sweater was pushed up to the edge of my breasts, which posed a bit of a problem. I hated wearing fitting clothing, especially in public, but Corbin had insisted. Now, as I tried desperately to pull my cashmere sweater back into place, while shoving our bags in the overhead, I was more
than conscious of the provocative position I was presenting.
Glancing around me, I noticed one perverted guy licking his lips as his eyes were fastened on my breasts, so obviously bulging forth. Rather nonchalantly I flipped him off before settling back in my seat. My first thought went to how he probably had a fucking boner sticking out after the show I’d given him. When I turned to glance back, he was still staring at me, and just as I’d thought, his one free hand was caressing his cock back and forth. I could have thrown up right there, but I kept my composure.
Staring out the window to get his face out of my mind, I noticed that the sun still had not even given a glimpse of itself yet. The building clouds foretold a not so fun flight. I already had fears of flying, and I hated flying when there was bad weather. Still, there was nothing I could do about it now except suck it up and deal with it. I was thinking back on Corbin’s words anyway. He’d said he was going to have a nice little surprise for me on our flight, and I couldn’t imagine what he had in mind. Knowing Corbin though, I had a slight idea he was thinking along the lines of something extraordinarily different.
The whole reason for our trip was to explore other possibilities in our love affair. He’d been saying we were going a little stale, even though I didn’t think so at all. I felt our sex life was fantastic, but he’d mentioned wanting to try new and adventurous things, so I had an idea flying had something to do with where his dirty little mind was going. I smiled to myself as I began to imagine what he might be considering.
We did love to try some kinky stuff, and one of the things I’d in fact mentioned was getting it on in public. Just sitting there waiting for him to come on board had me all tingly inside. I couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like to get horny and wet, but not get any satiation. I felt I’d be out of my mind with wanting him by the time we landed. Still, there were ways. I smiled secretly as my eyes strayed to the fluorescent light of the restroom sign. It set my mind wandering. Sex on a plane. It sounded so dirty but so much fun too.
Emptying my mind of sexual thoughts for the moment, I noticed a small hint of lightning out in the distance, and I clenched my hands on the chair rests. Corbin had better have something to distract me on a flight such as this one, because otherwise I was going to have to get drunk to make it through it. A flight attendant walking by snagged my attention, and I waved her over.
“Hi. Is there supposed to be bad weather in the area this morning?” She gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder as if to console me and silence my worries.
“They said there might be a small patch of rain here and there and a lone thunderstorm, but nothing really serious. You’ll be alright hun. Just relax.” She began to walk away, but then turned back.
“Oh, let me tell you too. If you need something to help you remain calm, we have one of the best bartenders on board today. Well, I mean she is a flight attendant, but she does bartending at night. Her mixed drinks are amazing!”
With that and a wink she was gone. I felt a little comforted to know I could at least stock up on some booze, but then I knew with Corbin, I might not even need anything like that. I strained to see where he might be and if he had even boarded yet. There was a crowd of people coming on board, so it was hard to spot him.
As the plane began to fill with more people, I began to feel slightly claustrophobic. The only thing that I had to be thankful for was the fact that Corbin had made sure to get us closer to the bathrooms in case I was to get sick. He’d even mentioned something about having other opportunities to get a little closer too, but then I wondered how in the hell he planned on doing something like that with the airline attendants and the other passengers milling about. Still, the thought of it excited me. There wasn’t anything more arousing than thinking of feeling up one another with other people watching, at least in my mind there wasn’t.
I finally saw him behind another couple who had just boarded. He smiled at me when he saw I’d already claimed the seats. I also read his lips as he mouthed the words, “I’m coming for you.” It sent a tiny shiver running down my spine. He had the most sensual way with words, and just the way his expression changed and his body moved sent me reeling in anticipation. I was already on fire with the thought of his hands touching me. The many questions were burning my mind too, because he hadn’t come right out and said we were going to fuck on a plane, but I knew him all too well.
He finally got over to me, after appearing to get just a little agitated with all the bodies blocking his way. The massing people were simply flooding on board. I didn’t think he’d known it was going to be that crowded for a morning flight, especially an early morning one. I could only hope for some kind of miracle that would make half of them simply disappear. Hell, those were just my own wishful thoughts though, at least I felt like they were. He took his seat beside me, reaching for my hand at the same time. He held it close to his thighs, so close that I could actually touch the tip of his manhood with my fingertips, which I did. He inhaled sharply when he felt me tease him, and then gave me one of those looks that said, “What are you doing?” I only smiled at him in the most seductive way I could. He leaned over and kissed me, and then glanced out the window himself. He normally preferred the window seat, but he wasn’t objecting; at least not yet.
“So, what do you think Lily? Don’t you think it is going to be much easier reaching Lagoona by flying, than if we would have driven?”
Looking around at all the people, I wondered what I’d allowed him to get me into. Again, I’d only flown once in my life and it had been a horrible experience. Of course, Corbin hadn’t been with me then, but I’d filled him in on all the horrible details. It had been that one particular incident that had turned me against flying, and which had given me my current phobia. I could already feel my stomach filling with knots.
“I don’t know Corbie, I’m already feeling uneasy.”
He rubbed my leg, but in the process he moved his hand a little higher up my thigh, much higher, and much closer than he needed too. He was so close to my crotch, I could feel my wet desire building. I gave him a playful smile, one that he was all too familiar with. He squeezed my thigh before leaning back in his seat for just a moment. He was obviously looking around to see if anyone was watching our interactions. Turning back to me, he winked and laughed softly, but he never moved his hand from its position.
“I don’t know babe. I think it is going to be a wonderful flight. We have the perfect seating, definitely away from the overly crowded part of the plane, and”…He reached into the compartment above us and pulled out a thin, fluffy blanket. “We have this. It is perfect for our little secret rendezvous my dear. You’ll see.”
He was interrupted by the captain over the intercom, letting us know that we were about to take-off soon. Suddenly, I felt a lump in my throat. Noticing my nervousness, Corbin grabbed my hand and patted it lightly. He held my hand until we were completely in the air, it was only then that it felt like I took my first breath.
“It’s okay now. Here I have something that might distract you.”
He unfolded the blanket, still on his lap after he had showed it to me, and placed it over our bodies, and I noticed that it was actually large enough to pull all the way up and over my head. It was perfect. I gave him a secretive smile as I glanced under the blanket and towards his now bulging crotch. This was distracting me from the flight.
“This might be interesting after all sweetie. There are so many things one can do under the concealment of a blanket such as this, you’d be surprised.”
I moved my hand against his inner thighs under the blanket and loved how he began to redden just a little through his cheeks. As I grazed across the head of his cock once again he visibly shuddered in pleasure. I leaned over to whisper something only meant for his ears. When I did, his own hand came over mine, and encouraged me to unzip his pants. He moved my fingers up to the button, which I popped loose. I hesitated before I pulled down the zipper, worrying it would cause too much noise.
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When I reached inside the material, he was huge with desire. I loved the feel of circling around him and massaging the small ridge of flesh just above the tip of his cock. He liked it too as he leaned back and closed his eyes, sighing in pleasure. As a flight attendant walked passed us, I stopped, placing my hand back into my lap. That left him with trying to figure out how to conceal a hard-on. I wanted to laugh out loud when I glanced over at him and saw his hardness rising through the blanket. Eventually he found a book which he used to cover his growing passion.
When she had passed, I took a look around me to ensure that other passengers were preoccupied. Some were taking naps, others were buried in their electronic distractions, a couple were reading. This was the moment I had been waiting for.
I slipped my head under the blanket and could immediately smell his male arousal, which made me hotter than I’d expected. One of his own hands had eased under the blanket into my lap, and he was slowly creeping into the waistband of my pants. When I felt his fingers reach under the elastic band of my panties, my excitement was unbearable. I was practically creaming my panties when he came into contact with my clit, flicking it with his thumb and forefinger.