by Laci Paige
“Nice try." She pointed her finger in his direction. "I know you’re hiding something from me. I will find out.”
“Aw, hell, don’t you ever give up?” He wiped his face and threw his napkin down in mock anger.
“Come on now. You, me, Jonathan, we are all of the same cloth when it comes to our stubbornness.”
“So are you including him in our little circle again?” Jake eyed her carefully. She never spoke about her problems and he never forced her to.
“Jake, it’s complicated. I don’t know what to do about him. Never did actually, but he has some kind of hold on me that I need to break free from.”
“Why break free when you can embrace it?” He stood and removed the empty bowls from the table.
“I can’t be the person he wants and needs.” Roxi followed behind with the cereal box and milk jug.
In the kitchen, Jake leaned against the sink, and Roxi on the fridge. “What are we gonna do? We are some fucked up people.” Jake gave a dry laugh.
Roxi laughed and walked over to Jake where she hip checked him and he slid over a spot. “Are you gonna tell me, or what? I’m waiting and trying not to meddle as much as usual.” She gave him a nudge with her elbow.
He could see her sideways glance. “Kristy,” he answered. He knew full well that Roxi wouldn’t stop asking unless he gave her the information she was looking for.
“What about her?”
“Same situation as you and Jonathan pretty much. We both want each other but are from two different worlds. You have an advantage though. You have a history with him. Kristy and I have a couple years as acquaintances in the gym, that’s it.”
“History confuses things.” She shrugged and pushed off the sink. “I call the shower first!” She ran to the bathroom leaving him there alone.
“Damn! What have I done?” He turned and slammed his fists down on the counter. How could this have happened? How could they be over? He cared about Kristy more than he had for anyone, other than family. The thought of being without her was painful.
***
After her run with Jake, Kristy took a shower to clear her head, and cry. She was so sick of crying over this man, but she cared for him deeply and it hurt. He doesn’t want me. He didn’t say anything to fight for us. He didn’t do anything. He just stood there.
A short time ago, she couldn’t be with him because he was too young, but now she felt youthful for crying over a boy, crying over him. She sobbed so much it exhausted her, and she felt sick to her stomach. Kristy spread out on her bed and succumbed to the exhaustion.
Waking in the middle of the day, sun blaring in on her face, Kristy jumped up grabbing her stomach. Rushing from her bed, she purged in the toilet. What the hell is wrong with me? I wasn’t this upset over Steven and I was with him for years. With Jake, it’s been only a matter of weeks, and I’m a mess.
“Oh, Jake. I can’t picture life without you,” she cried. “Shit, I’ve fallen for you, haven’t I? And now we’re done.” She closed the lid to the toilet and rested her head on top just as a knock came from her apartment door. “Just a minute!” She sniffled.
She grabbed her robe, wrapped up in it, and rushed to the door. Without looking she pulled the door open assuming it would be Roxi.
Jake walked in and shoved past her. She closed the door, and no sooner than the door was closed, he crushed her against it leaning in to kiss her.
“No, Jake.” She pressed her palms out against the expanse of his chest.
He pulled back, looking hurt and confused. “You’re crying?”
“Yeah.” She wiped at her cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I panicked back at the park, and I didn’t say how I felt or what I wanted. I came to do that now, but if you’ve made up your mind, and you don’t want me, I’ll have to live with your decision.”
“No, I’m not saying no to you. Just to the kiss. I haven’t brushed my teeth.” She pressed her lips together.
His lips tugged up at the sides. “I don’t care. Kiss me.”
“No, I puked.” She looked away from him with a red flush spreading across her face.
“Oh! Go brush then. Are you feeling all right? Was it something you ate?” He stood in front of her and rubbed up and down her terry cloth-covered arms to comfort her.
“No, it’s my nerves. I haven’t gotten sick like this since college. I used to puke all the time when I was anxious or upset.”
“Shit. It’s ’cuz of me, isn’t it?” He pressed a kiss on top of her head and pulled her to his chest while rubbing her back. “Here, let me take care of you. But first you should know I want to give it a go at vanilla this week.”
“You do?” Her cheeks strained to contain the smile on her face.
“I do baby. Let’s clean you up.”
Her heart fluttered and joy swelled up inside her. He helped her shower again after she brushed her teeth. He joined her, washing her body from head to toe, teasing her. He didn’t touch her sexually, but the whole thing was sensual in how he slowly rubbed the soap over her skin. When he scrubbed her hair, she thought she might come, it felt so good. She moaned at the pressure of his fingers on her scalp. All hints of sadness or stomachache were long gone.
“Not yet baby, so stop making those noises or I will take you here and now.” She couldn’t help it and a raspy groan erupted from her. “Fuck it.” He spun her around and shoved her chest against the cold tile. She didn’t care. She was burning hot from the inside out and the cold felt good.
He massaged the globes of her ass and rubbed his hard cock in her crease. “Have you done it this way before baby?”
She spun around fast with her hands out in front of her. “No! Vanilla, remember?”
“Another day then.” That thought, as scary as it was, excited her. Jake lifted her and pushed her up against the wall. “I want you so bad. Do you have a condom?”
“The drawer under the sink.”
He was back and sheathed so fast with his cock sliding between her lips and right into her. They moaned, finding a slow rhythm and kept at it until their orgasms exploded gloriously. Hers first, and Jake followed behind moments later.
Lying in bed naked after the mind blowing shower sex, they began discussing the week ahead. They were going to go about their normal lives, and in the evening Jake was to come over for dinner, conversation, and vanilla sex. At the end of a week, they would take a few days to mull things over and decide how to proceed.
Chapter Seventeen
For the first three days, it was as vanilla as could be, no mention of the BDSM world ever came up. Kristy enjoyed herself and it seemed Jake did too, but something was missing, and she knew deep down inside it was the kink.
Day four when Jake arrived, she greeted him half naked, holding a blindfold and handcuffs. “Vanilla people play too.” She grinned from ear to ear as she watched his expression go from casual, to surprised, and finally to mischievous.
“Really?” He grabbed at the items dangling from her hands and she snatched them back.
“Yes they do. It’s more innocent than your kind of play. Let me demonstrate in the bedroom.” She didn’t have to tell him twice. He was in there and naked in thirty seconds flat.
“Lay down.” She commanded.
“What? You’re not going to dominate me, are you?” He gave her a menacing look. It thrilled her, but she wasn’t backing down.
“Vanilla play. On the bed now!” She ordered. He stood his ground, and she stood hers. “Or we could forget about the bedroom and go eat dinner and watch a movie." She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a t-shirt and jeans.
“Wait.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, and she could clearly see it on his face, he was at war with himself.
“I don’t like being restrained, but I’ll do it for you.”
“You like to restrain people, but don’t like it in return?” She wrinkled her brow in confusion.
“Baby, submission is only for the strong.
Almost anyone can dominate, that’s the easy part. I admire subs and bottoms for their willingness, strength, and trust. Not everyone can do it, me included.”
She walked over to him and gently guided him to the bed. “Please. For me.”
He crawled up in the middle of the bed and laid out flat with his legs and arms spread.
Her pussy twitched. She showed him the blindfold and he inhaled a deep breath then nodded. “If it’s too much let me know,” she whispered.
“I will.” He voice sounded strained.
After the blindfold was in place, he laid still, waiting. She looked on and grinned. Bending over, she planted little soft kisses all over his body. His cock stood at attention and throbbed as she neared it, but he was going to have to deal. She had other plans. She straddled his chest to put one wrist at a time in the handcuffs linked to the headboard.
“This okay?” she asked.
“For now.” His voice was tight.
“Keep your legs still or I will cuff them, too.”
He nodded. Boy, was he a sight to see. His muscular body tight with tension, naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to her bed. This was enough material to masturbate to for the rest of her life, if needed.
She spread her legs over his face. “Lick me.” Dropping down on his mouth, she moaned as his tongue made contact. He had no choice, she didn’t give him any. After a few minutes of his tongue working on her, she pulled away. “Color?” she demanded.
He hesitated and then his mouth popped open. “Green.” She smiled and shoved herself back down on his face. He licked her to several orgasms until she came all over his face, her liquids dripping down his neck.
“I’ll let you rest for a moment.” She crawled off him and went to stand across the room looking on.
“Kristy?”
She didn’t answer. She enjoyed watching this strong, vocal dominant at her mercy. She left him like that for about ten minutes then joined him on the bed again when he went flaccid.
“What are you going to do with me now?”
“Shhh, you’re lucky we aren’t doing the discipline thing in my vanilla world. No talking. I’m going to suck your cock. Do. Not. Come.” He sucked in a breath and held it. “Breathe.” And he did right as she slipped her mouth over his hardening shaft. She assaulted his dick like she did the first time they were together. His breathing picked up, and he moaned with his mouth hanging open, ecstasy etched on his face.
She took him deep in her throat and swallowed. He froze. She knew he was close so she pulled away. “No coming.” She sucked him once more then left him again. His purple head throbbed and he was left groaning. She reached between her legs and masturbated to meet her needs until his breathing slowed, and then she climbed back on the bed and kissed him hard. He kissed back desperately.
Pulling away she ripped open the metallic packet and rolled a condom down his length. He let out a gasp at the contact and his cock pulsated around her fingers. “Don’t come, Jake.” Within seconds she impaled herself on him in the reverse cowgirl position. She grabbed onto his thighs and bucked like a wild woman. “Do. Not. Come.” She commanded. She heard him whimper. Oh God, how hot is that? She knew it wouldn’t be long now for either of them.
She rode his hard cock, not giving up for one second. She felt full, happy, and at home. Jake began bucking and the handcuffs clanked as she felt his body tremor. “Come Jake, come now! Oh, fuck yes!” Her pussy contracted in spasms and Jake let out a cry sounding like a banshee.
Once she could move, she took the cuffs off and massaged his reddened wrists. Then when she removed the blindfold his eyes fluttered. She kissed each eye in turn then nuzzled into his neck feeling completely embarrassed by her kinky actions and how she carried on. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He didn’t respond or move, so she looked at him. He was dazed. “Jake? Are you all right?” He rolled over hugging her close. She wrapped the duvet around them both as he drifted off to sleep. He was out for quite some time so she got up and reheated dinner.
“Kristy?” She heard him calling for her. Stepping inside her bedroom, she saw Jake sitting up twisted in the blanket. Smiling she walked over and helped him from the mess of fabric tangled around his legs.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“Weird on all accounts. Just hold me.” She held on to him and stroked his hair for a few minutes.
“Come on, you need to eat.” She pulled him by his hand and he stood up naked as could be. He pulled on his jeans and joined her in the kitchen where she prepared his plate.
They ate on the couch in front of the TV and when they were finished, she turned it off, vying for Jake's attention. “Can we talk about tonight?”
“Yeah, I think I need to get it off my chest. I hated every minute of what we did for the simple fact that I don’t like being restrained, blindfolded, or told what to do. I was not in control at all, and it infuriated me beyond belief. It was unnerving. Is that what it’s like for you?”
“No, actually those things turn me on. The blindfold enhances my senses, the restraints mixed with dominance allows me to give myself over freely. After working all day as an office manager making all the decisions, I enjoy when someone tells me what to do.” She smiled. “It’s a nice change of pace. I’m sorry you felt that way, and we don’t have to do it again. I liked seeing you submissive, it got me all hot and bothered.”
He grinned. “Oh yeah? Well, I didn’t finish what I was saying before. I hated it until I couldn’t anymore. Somehow things turned around, one minute I wanted to put you over my lap and spank you for making me so uncomfortable, and then you told me not to come. Hardest damn thing not to do, but I wanted to do it…for you.” Jake ran his fingertips across the top of her hand, she rolled it over, and they entwined their fingers together. “Like you said, the blindfold enhances things, and then I visualized what you must look like and what I looked like, it made me crazy. The second time you told me not to come, I was just about to, but somehow I managed to reign it in. I do believe that’s when my body felt like it separated from the scene and I was in a foggy haze, not caring, only feeling.” He closed his eyes briefly. “Feeling euphoria wrap around me as the biggest damn orgasm I’ve ever felt hit me hard. I had no control, once you gave the command, my body took over. Afterwards I felt so damned tired and only wanted to sleep. Then I woke up hungry as hell.” He softly chuckled. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“I learned a bit on the internet, but mostly I remembered how you treated me. I learned from the best.” She leaned up against him and let him cradle her and play with her hair. “So the D/s roles were reversed today and you went into subspace?”
“It would appear so.”
“Ever been there before?” As she spoke the words, she remembered his demo performance at the club.
“Topspace, but never subspace. The two are very different. I have to apologize. Now I know what you and Jonathan went through, and I feel closer to you after the experience.” He kissed the top of her head.
“I feel closer to you, too, but don’t compare this to my session with him. He and I are just friends. I’d like to think you and I are more than that. Besides, Jonathan and I have never had sex.” She pulled away and looked him in the eyes.
“We are more than that baby. We are.” He held her tight.
***
Holding Kristy in his arms after she sent him into subspace was surreal. He never thought in a million years he’d be in this position, Mr. Tough Guy being submissive. “This changes everything for me now.” Reaching up he pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut.
“How so?” she asked.
“For starters, at the club I don’t know if I can be my usual domineering self. I’m always going to have this evening in my head, it might distract me knowing what the subs and bottoms are going through.” He rolled his head to the side so Kristy wouldn’t see his face, but she reached over and cupped his cheek pulling it back into view. He slowly
opened his eyes and glanced at her.
Kristy leaned up on her elbow. “That’s easy, you don’t know exactly. You mix pain and pleasure in the way of floggers and paddles. I didn’t use those on you.”
“True, but it was painful to hold back on your commands.” He looked toward the ceiling.
“Nothing like a flogging. Have you ever been?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Sure. In training we had to endure all what we wanted to learn to do to others. It’s required to give you perspective.”
“But that was formal training I don’t think you can get the full picture until it’s real for you. What else changes?” The feel of her fingers up and down his arm was distracting, particularly when she traced along his bicep.
“After tonight I know I’d like to visit subspace again, just not too soon. I need time to process it. I’m very confused.”
She popped up on her knees. “Really, you want to be in subspace again? At the club?”
He laughed out loud. “No, baby. I would only be submissive to you and only you. I don’t think I could get there with just anyone. It’s not in my nature, but you’ve undone something inside me.” His face scrunched up. “That’s another thing, I’m going to have to change my status at the club to a switch. It would only be fair to tell people since they might not want me as a Top anymore. It can also be detrimental. In some circles, switches are looked down on. People say you can’t do both, you have to be one or the other. After tonight, I don’t think I can agree with them anymore.”
“I say don’t tell them if you’re keeping this in your personal life. So, wait, does this mean I get to Top again?” Her eyes sparkled and her smile lit up her face.
“Eventually. Give me time, though. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to flog you or spank your ass any day of the week. And as a switch, we can even swap in the middle of a scene.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.