by LK Shaw
I turned my head toward Marcus as it sunk in exactly what Donovan meant by getting better acquainted. I stiffened under Marcus’ arm, and I visually pleaded with him to say no. Shock radiated off me, and the fact that Donovan kept his hold on my hand remained oblivious to me. Marcus took his time answering, and for a brief moment, I thought he would acquiesce. He didn’t even glance at me when he finally answered. “We’ll have to see how the evening progresses. She is only now beginning her training, and we’ll need to work out negotiations, including hard and soft limits.”
I only slightly relaxed at his words. I’d barely gotten used to being touched by Marcus. Aroused or not, I definitely wasn’t ready for a threesome. Donovan let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment at Marcus’ words. “Perhaps another time then.” He finally released my hand after another brief kiss on my knuckles.
After Marcus and Donovan shook hands in farewell, Donovan turned and headed toward several women standing in a group on the other side of the room. Once he reached them, he singled out a brunette wearing a choker necklace, an underbust red corset with nothing underneath and a matching satin thong. He fisted the woman’s hair in his hands, pulled her head back, and slanted his mouth against hers. Their tongues dueled and tangled as they grinded against each other. My arousal increased a notch, and I fidgeted in my seat.
Marcus leaned over and began rubbing a finger up and down my arm. “It’s exciting watching others, isn’t it? Come, let’s explore.” Without giving me a chance to reply, he reached down, laced our fingers, tugged me off the stool and walked away, pulling me along behind him. We ventured to the alcoves we’d bypassed earlier. I was fascinated with all the different things going on in each one. In the first, a woman laid on her back on a massage table, completely naked in a spread eagle position with her arms and legs tied to the legs of the table. A man stood next to her running a violet wand across her breasts. I heard the slight sing of the electrical current running through the wand. After she cried for more, he reached over and turned the dial on the open box sitting on a small table next to where she lay. I heard the increase in current as he moved the wand from her breasts to her crotch. Her back arched on the table as he reached his destination. The pleasure radiating off her was tangible.
In another alcove, a man gave a demonstration on fire cupping. In awe, I stared. “What is that?” Marcus went on to explain, as I stood enthralled. The Dom swabbed the inside of glass cups, varying in size from a shot glass to a rocks glass, with ethyl alcohol. He then lit the alcohol inside on fire and placed the cups top down in random spots along the woman’s back.
“If this is something you’d like to try, we will add it to your list of soft limits.” Absently, I nodded my head in agreement as I continued watching the show.
Throughout the rest of the night, Marcus introduced me to several different subs and a few Doms. He made it a point to touch me at every opportunity, whether a slight brush across my breasts as he pointed something out or more obvious touches such as when he cupped and squeezed my ass. I sensed he did it to get me accustomed to his touch, to the feel of his hands caressing me at any given time.
Right before midnight, Marcus escorted me back to the car. When we reached the passenger side, he pushed me up against the door. Before I even blinked, his lips crushed against mine. His tongue edged its way into my mouth, and he deepened the kiss, drinking me all in. It was the most erotic feeling ever. My tongue thrust against his in an imitation of what I wanted his cock to do to me. Marcus ground his erection against me. I almost orgasmed from the friction. As though he knew how close to the edge I stood, he broke off the kiss and laid his forehead against mine, our breathing heavy as we both sucked in air.
“God, the things I want to do to you. I want to strip that dress off you, bend you over the front of this car, and pound into that pussy of yours. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll forget every man who has ever fucked you before.” He continued grinding against me, torturing us both in the process.
“I want that too, Sir,” escaped my lips. “I want you to fuck me. I don’t know what you’ve done to me. You’re all I think about. It’s like you’ve cast a spell on me. I want to submit to you. I spend too much time trying to control everything around me, and it’s exhausting. I’m tired of always being strong and in control. I want someone to unburden me. To allow me to release everything.”
Penny
Marcus drove us back to my house in silence. I wasn’t sure what he thought after my declaration. I, however, was relieved that I’d finally made my wishes known. I hated keeping my feelings bottled up inside, and I was tired of always being in control. I wanted to give everything over to someone else. Actually, that wasn’t true. I wanted to give everything over to Marcus. He made me aware of myself like no one else. I didn’t want to fully analyze or dig too deeply into my feelings. It didn’t even matter that we barely knew each other. I only knew something about him made me trust him. Oddly, he made me feel safe. He lifted the weight off my shoulders by wrapping his arms around me. I was going to accept these feelings for now and see where they took me. I knew at some point I’d end up with a broken heart. I refused to think that far into the future. I planned on taking things as they came and worrying about my inevitable heartache later.
We slowly pulled into my driveway, and Marcus shifted the car into park. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension, while we sat there with the car idling. After a minute of the continued silence, I thought he had changed his mind. “Well, thanks for the ride and for showing me the club. I had a nice night and learned a lot. I… I guess I’ll talk to you later.” As I reached for the door handle to let myself out, he grabbed my arm to stay the movement.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.
“I was going inside. You hadn’t said anything so I assumed you were dropping me off.”
“You think you can walk away after tonight? Not a chance, Sweetness. You’re mine. It’s taken all my willpower not to drag you out of this car and inside where I’d rip off all your clothes and fuck you three ways to Sunday. This is a lesson in control. And I’m the one in control. Fucking you is too easy. You could pick up any random guy and bring him home to fuck. That’s not what this is about. This is about learning your limits and building trust, which is important in any relationship.
“You have to trust me to know your limits and your boundaries and to push you a little past where you’re comfortable each time. That’s what a good Dom does. He pushes you to places you didn’t know were possible. The reverse is true. I have to trust you to communicate your limits. That is what we need to discuss before we can go any further. I may push your soft limits, things you’re willing to try, and I have to trust that you’ll use your safe word if you need to. I explained safe words to you last night. You can’t be afraid to use yours. Don’t think that I’ll be upset or disappointed if you use it. In some relationships, green, yellow, and red are used. Green means you’re good with everything that is happening. Yellow means you need things to slow down. Red means that everything stops. You can use these, or you can pick your own word.”
I listened intently to everything he said, almost overwhelmed. When I realized he was waiting for a reply, I shook off my temporary distraction. “I don’t want to try and remember a random word, so green, yellow, and red are okay with me.”
Satisfied, he added, “We need to discuss your hard and soft limits. You don’t need to know them all tonight. What may be a soft limit may change to hard, and vice versa. We addressed some of them earlier at Eden like the violet wand and the fire cupping. I know the flogger turned you on, which, by the way, I can’t wait to use. I can picture taking a crop to that ass and marking it with stripes. I’ve been itching to redden that plump ass of yours for a week now. Speaking of asses, I’d love to see a plug stretch that tight asshole of yours. I want to watch as my cock thrusts in and out of that ass. Does that turn you on? Your breathing is getting shallower, and I can s
mell your arousal from here. That sounds like something we’ll be adding to your list of soft limits as well.” Anal sex definitely interested me, but for now, nervousness and fear overruled my interest. There was a huge difference between the small toys I’d experimented with and a cock in my ass.
I mentally listed the things I read about or heard of that interested me and I wanted to try. I shook off my embarrassment and approached the conversation like a mature woman.
“I’ve done some research, plus I’ve read a lot of BDSM books, which I know aren’t real life, but have still given me ideas. There are a lot things I’m curious about that I would consider trying. I’d like to see how nipple clamps feel, and as you already know from the club, the flogger did intrigue me. I’ve also wondered what a paddle, or erotic spanking, would feel like. Yes, I’ve had fantasies about anal sex and have experimented a little by myself.”
When I thought about the man from the club tonight, Donovan, heat spread across my face. “I might also consider a threesome, with the right person, of course. I’m not sure how I feel about engaging sexually with another woman. I’d consider it. I am open to inviting another man. Like I said, I’d have to feel comfortable with that person. Other than that, I’m not sure what else I might be interested in. For now, I think I’ll settle for the few things I’ve mentioned to add to my list of soft limits. I reserve the right to add or subtract things from this list though, please.” Even though I wasn’t one hundred percent sure of my soft limits, I did, however, know that there were things I had absolutely no interest in. Luckily, in my research, I’d discovered a lot of different kinks that people were into.
“I do have some hard limits. I draw the line at blood play, needles, golden showers, and scat. I also have no interest in humiliation or significant pain. I’m not a masochist. Off the top of my head those are the main ones.”
It was obvious Marcus took mental notes. “Since I’m no sadist, I have no desire to cause you large amounts of pain, although you do need to realize with some pain comes pleasure. When you experience pain, it only makes the pleasure that much more intense. I’m more interested in the power exchange between a Dom and his submissive. You give me power by obeying my commands. It’s what turns me on. I can read your body signals and know when you need more. I want to share pleasure with you. Sometimes, that pleasure co-exists with pain. Do you understand?”
I thought about what he was saying. In theory, I understood the push and pull between pleasure and pain. However, until I experienced it, I couldn’t truly comprehend how they complemented each other. “Yes, I think I understand. I’m willing to turn myself over to you. I want you to teach me what submission and giving up control truly means, Sir.”
With that pronouncement, our relationship dynamic changed. Marcus exited the car and came to my side to help me out. Hand in hand, we walked up the sidewalk where he took my keys from me and opened my door. After he switched on the light he found with ease, he led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit. After slipping my shoes off, I curled my feet underneath me and sat there twitching in anticipation of what was to come. My gaze followed him as he helped himself to glasses from my cupboard, which he filled with ice and water from the fridge panel. He brought me a glass, sat down next to me, and tapped my legs, motioning me to switch positions so my back rested against the arm of the couch and my legs draped across his.
As I sipped my water, he began expertly massaging my feet, pressing on the perfect spots to ease aches I didn’t realize I had. I moaned my pleasure. He rubbed and kneaded my feet as every muscle in my entire body relaxed. It should have been awkward that neither of us had said a single word since entering my house. The silence was oddly comforting. I sighed contentedly. Ever so slowly, his hands drifted upward, pushing my dress past my thighs until I was bared to his gaze. My legs opened almost unconsciously. He stared at me so long, I grew uncomfortable with his scrutiny. I’d never been studied this intently, and it made me nervous to be so exposed. He saw everything, including all the cellulite on my thighs. I set my glass down, and as I started to close my legs, he broke the silence.
“I want to feast on this sweet, succulent cunt. It’s like a peach, waiting to be devoured. I bet you taste like honey. But you have to ask me nicely. I want to hear you say, ‘Sir, please eat my cunt.’ ” With his words, wetness pooled beneath me.
“I can’t say that,” I pleaded, as I began squirming, waiting for him to do…something.
“Then you don’t get this pussy licked. I want to hear you say, ‘Sir, please eat my cunt.’ If you don’t say it, then you’ll need to be punished. You have three choices, Penny. You submit to my commands; you refuse my commands and accept your punishment; or you say your safe word, and we’re done.”
His serious expression caused me to consider my next words carefully, because I didn’t know if he meant we were done for the night or we were done forever. I wasn’t quite willing to take the chance he meant forever. “S - Sir, please eat my c - cunt.” Before I’d even finished the last word, he turned, pulled my legs toward him so I now lay fully on my back on the couch, and lowered his mouth to me. He buried his face in my pussy as he licked me from slit to clit and then began sucking on the nub. His fingers followed behind, and he opened me wide. His tongue traced a downward path until he reached my pussy where he began fucking me with it. Mercilessly, he speared my opening. In and out, going deeper every time.
“Fuck, that feels so good, Sir.” I threw my head back in ecstasy, not even realizing what I said. I’d never been one for dirty talk until now. My fingers found their way into his hair and I tugged roughly as he continued to devour me. On and on it went, tongue and teeth licked, sucked, and nibbled my clit. The tension mounted as he maintained his relentless assault. After what seemed like hours of intense pleasure, my orgasm peaked, and as my entire body tightened in preparation for its release, Marcus pulled away. I blinked down at him and saw my juices glistening on his mouth, my body still on the precipice of climax.
“Why did you stop? I was so close,” I cried out. He moved off me while I continued to lie there trying to grasp the orgasm just out of reach. He leaned down, his lips touching mine, and I tasted myself on him. He kissed me slowly before he pulled back slightly to stare into my eyes.
“I control your orgasms. You reach your pleasure when I let you. Tonight was only a drop of water in an ocean of the things you’ll experience with me. I think you need to stew a little. I’m leaving for the evening. You will not touch yourself after I leave. Every day this week, I want you to pleasure yourself, but you will not orgasm. You may use whatever you like, fingers or toys, and I want you to think of me while you do it. If you orgasm at any time, and I’ll know if you do, you will suffer the consequences. Do you understand?”
Stunned that he would leave me like this, I nodded mutely. I continued to lay there with my dress still rucked up around my waist as he walked out my front door.
Penny
After Marcus left, my emotions continued to reel. I finally picked myself up off the couch and took our glasses to the kitchen sink before making my way into my bedroom, still on edge from my lack of release. I was also a little pissed. Who did he think he was bringing me to the brink of ecstasy and then walking away while leaving me hanging? As if he knew if I’d made myself come or not. He wasn’t omniscient. I took off my dress and bra and put on my pajamas. I walked into the bathroom and after finishing my nightly ritual of washing my face and brushing my teeth, I climbed under the blankets and made myself comfortable.
My arm made its way under the covers and my hand crept inside my pajama bottoms. Softly, then a little harder, I began circling my clit with my fingers. I made circle after circle, all the while thinking of Marcus going down on me as he had earlier. My back arched, and I continued rubbing myself, picturing his tongue flick across my lower lips before it plunged into my pussy. I rubbed furiously now, begging for my release to come. Stars burst behind my closed eyes with colors flashing and as I rea
ched my peak, my fingers left my clit and I plunged two fingers inside my weeping pussy, wishing they were Marcus’ cock instead. I trembled from my release. Once the spasms stopped, I relaxed under the comforter and fell asleep dreaming of everything this man planned on doing to me.
I woke early the next morning, and after using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I went to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Sundays were my day to relax. I tried not to leave the house if at all possible. While the pot brewed, my phone beeped signaling an incoming text.
Bridget: Eden? You went to Eden?
Me: Hello to you too, Bridget lol
B: Text me your address. I’m coming over tomorrow night and you’re going to tell me all about it
M: Fine. Bring wine. I’ll be home by 7
B: See you around 8 then. Later
After our brief “conversation”, I spent the rest of the day anticipating, yet dreading, a call from Marcus. I didn’t know what I’d say if he asked me if I followed his instructions. I caught myself watching the clock the whole day. By the time I went to bed that night, I’d worried myself to death wondering why he hadn’t called. I tried to convince myself he was busy, except then my mind started playing games with me. I was nervous that he had had his entertainment for the night, and he’d lost interest. Then I wondered why I cared so much. However, I still found myself following his instructions and masturbated. This time, I obeyed and didn’t let myself orgasm.
After a restless night, I woke up early and readied myself for work. One of my clinical rotations involved a brief stint in trauma, and after graduating from nursing school, I became a certified trauma nurse. I had loved the exhilaration of working hard to save someone’s life, though the long, exhausting hours had taken a toll on me mentally and physically. So, after ten years, I moved to the less stressful and slower paced area of surgery. Occasionally though, the hospital called me into the Emergency Department to assist since I still maintained my trauma certification, especially if they were exceptionally busy.