by Cee Smith
Everett continued walking alongside the bed until he reached the nightstand to the left of me. Like a nurse lining up instruments for surgery he placed the items on the nightstand. I am the patient, I thought to myself as goosebumps broke out across my skin.
The heavy scent of my need mixed with his cologne pervaded the space like a thick blanket, reaching every corner of the room. As he neared closer to the bed, the smell grew stronger, his steps louder. Until I felt his body looming over me. This was the first time my eyes didn’t follow him, and I felt like I was in that dream again, fearful to look up and peer into those eyes that captured me, immobilized me, blinded me.
“Look at me,” he finally said, breaking the silence.
My eyes fell to his lips first, recognizing the cocky quirk of his mouth. The upturn of his lips didn’t match his eyes, though the look was 100% domineering. So much so that had he not told me to look at him, my eyes would’ve immediately pulled away. I swallowed thickly as I waited for him to break the silence.
“The rules I will lay out for you will be very simple, and if you’re interested in proceeding then you will stay and receive a deserving punishment, and if you’re not interested, you only need to get up and leave and all of this will be as if it never happened.”
“Why do I deserve a punishment?”
“Quiet. I’ll let you know when it’s time for questions.”
I turned my head, breaking eye contact, and before my head even stopped to find a comfortable position, Everett’s hand found my face. His fingers wrapped around my face, grasping my jaw in a firm hold as he readjusted me until my eyes met his again.
“Keep them here,” he commanded me, like a dog ordered to “stay.” Doubt wormed its way in. Did I make the right choice coming here? Or am I making all of my current decisions based on my illusion of this man? I didn’t have an answer. I’d spent too many nights reliving that one night that I wasn’t even sure anymore what I had felt that night. Had any of it been real? If it weren’t for the other night and for Everett’s confirmation that it had happened, I would’ve started to question my own sanity when it came to this man.
I’d never been so…enamored. Even lying there like an obedient dog that didn’t need a leash or collar to keep it in line, I felt helpless to the feeling that overcame me. Being beneath this man in any capacity had the ability to make me lose all sense of reasoning.
“What we do here is completely separate from anything that happens outside of this room. In here I am Everett or sir, not Vett, not Mr. Belford, not your boyfriend or your boss. I own you. You are mine. For as long as you choose to remain in this room. As long as you don’t safe-word, I will be responsible for everything that happens here.
“Unless I tell you otherwise, when you enter this room you will remove all of your clothes and kneel before the bed here,” he pointed and my eyes followed to the empty spot at the end of the bed, down on the floor.
His words were tightly controlled, just as he was at work, but there was a sound, an emotion there in his voice that I hadn’t heard before. A gruffness that had been carefully concealed since I’d worked for him, but the longer he spoke, the more familiar it sounded. I’d felt the vibrations of this voice run through me. The tenor of his voice had found its way inside me once before and every word he spoke then seemed to wiggle out the memory of those words. I heard it all those months ago as he counted down the stops until we would part.
Now I was the one who was counting down, waiting for him to wrap up his lecture so I could experience erotic bliss like I’d never felt before. I only saw a glimpse of him that first day, and now I was greedy. I wanted everything.
“You will meet me here every Tuesday and Thursday at 6:30 unless I tell you otherwise. Do you have a safeword?”
That question evaporated all of the air in the room, even squeezing out what little bit remained in my lungs. I opened my mouth to speak, but all that seemed to come out was a squeak. I shook my head frantically, and he proceeded undeterred by my sudden loss of voice.
“You won’t need one tonight. Tonight, if you want to stop all you need to say is “stop,” but if you decide to continue, the next time you come here you will have a safeword. Yes?”
I nodded my head as I’d already start thinking of a word.
“I need you to speak, Indigo. Say ‘yes, sir’ if you understand.”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” I stammered out the words he was waiting for and watched his shoulders relax beneath the crispness of his shirt. His body moved like liquid as he sat down upon the bed, and I was reminded of how he hovered above me. Was that weeks ago? It felt like so far away now that I was there with him. All I could think about was, what would happen next? What would he ask of me?
He moved quickly like a panther, his body stretching out across the expanse of the bed until his face was mere millimeters from mine. His breath tickled my ear and neck, and I shivered at the sudden closeness.
“Now as for your punishment,” he hesitated and I lay there, waiting. “I told you earlier I own your orgasms. So, see, you stole something from me. I deserve retribution, wouldn’t you say?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Yes?” he growled.
“Yes, sir.” I mentally slapped myself for the slip up.
There was something unsettling about meeting his eyes while being this close to him. So I averted my eyes, hoping that whatever it was that made me feel so exposed would go away so long as my eyes didn’t meet his. As he turned to pick up the tools he’d laid out, I wondered what was there hidden behind the mask of that stony look. Was that lust, excitement, anticipation, victory? Or was it simply power, control, and dominance that lurked beneath the surface of those clover-colored eyes?
The sound of some instrument being removed from the table drew me back to the room, this bed, my nudity, and my unsettled nerves that danced along the surface of my skin like floating petals on rocky waves. He mentioned that I still had the power to leave, and there was a tiny voice in the back of my mind hell-bent on reminding me that the option was still available to me. I couldn’t leave though. My body would never betray what I’d desired for so long.
“Remember what I said, just the word ‘stop’ will make this all end.” His words rang out like a final warning bell before some cataclysmic event, like a town alarm ringing out before a tornado swept through, devastating everything in its wake.
Soft black fabric was draped across the bridge of my nose and swiftly tied behind my head, limiting my visibility. With the amber light spraying up against the walls, I could make out just enough to tell I wasn’t in complete darkness, but not so much that I could even see a shadow through the thick material.
Rapid gasps escaped my mouth and only halted with the adjustment of his weight on the bed. I ran through all of the places I thought he’d touch me first. Would he take his time or go straight for my pleasure center? If he took his time, did that mean he was building up for what was to come, or had he not been waiting for months like I had?
A brush of his skin made contact with me before I had a chance to make a determination. The hollow of my throat was what he went for first. His fingers dipped into the shallow dip at the spot where my clavicles nearly touched. He didn’t linger there for long though. Instead, the pads of his fingers drew a path down the valley between my breasts, making my body quiver in response.
Stopping in the center of my chest, his fingers lingered just inches above my heart, which seemed to have picked up speed in the seconds it’d taken his hand to drop down a few inches from my neck.
I wished I could hear the sound of him breathing or feel the pulse of his racing heart, anything to draw attention away from the imagined severity of the moment. His palm flattened against my chest, sending a flock of birds into the thicket of my stomach where they fluttered with restlessness. How could one man hold so much power over another’s body? There was no way to describe it really, nothing I could say that could adequately describe the intensity of his touch, b
ut when his hands stretched to cup the fullness of my breasts, a light flickered on inside me. An awareness overcame me, like every electrical impulse traversing my body had lit up beneath the warmth of his hands and was sending heat signals to the rest of my body, bathing me in this ethereal cocoon.
Euphoria.
His fingers traced the areolae of each breast. The rough pads tickled my skin, stiffening my nipples into meringue peaks. Heat from his mouth bathed my breast. He hovered there, waiting. Still tracing my nipple, the dual sensations made my pussy throb. I dug my feet into the mattress, in an attempt to keep my body from squirming. The sensation was too much though, and my hips began to slide across the sheets.
“Still,” he said, and I swear I could feel the faint brush of his lips over my nipple. Then again maybe that was my imagination—my brain relieving me of the torture he’d put my body through. Because that’s what it was. Torture. At every opportunity he found ways to make me need him. Not want him, no. It moved beyond want a long time ago. I needed to know what it was like to have all of him. But that still wasn’t enough. I wanted the part of him that he’d never given anyone. I wanted the part of him that was unseen, hidden beneath the fortress he showed everyone else.
His mouth closed over my breast. “Ahhhh,” I cried out. Tears of relief, joy, release gathered in the corners of my eyes. My back arched up from the bed in an effort to be utterly consumed by the feeling of his laving tongue. The pressure of his teeth around my nipple sent me falling back against the sheets for comfort. Both nipples were pinched simultaneously, and I felt an intense pull tighten in my lower belly.
I was unsure if one could orgasm from nipple-play, but at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before I’d find out. Between the feel of his tongue, the warmth of his breath, and the presence of his body hovering somewhere above mine, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out. Everett switched breasts, torturing me with his expert touch of his tongue. Lust dripped from me, leaving behind a sticky desire. I crossed my legs to staunch the rush of juices seeping from me. His hand released my breast, jutting down between my closing legs.
His hand was right there. If his fist unfurled he would surely brush against the outside of my sex, but he didn’t move. He kept his hand in position while his mouth worked my breast—sucking, teasing, nipping, and pulling. Everything that made me cry out for more.
“Everett, please,” I pleaded.
“You’re doing so good, Indigo. How close are you?”
“Close. Please, I need—”
“I know what you need. Relax.”
He pushed down on my shoulder and my muscles uncoiled, releasing a bit of tension. I could feel and hear the plop of his mouth releasing my breast and hear the rustling as his body moved away. He wasn’t gone for long though, and I could feel the space where his body absorbed the emptiness above me.
“Brace yourself. This may hurt just a touch.” I could sense a smile lingering beneath his words, but I didn’t have time to question that before a sharp stinging assaulted one breast, then the other.
“Fuck!”
“Beautiful.”
“Uh-uh” he said as my hand twitched to relieve my breasts of the sharp pain radiating across my chest.
“Do you need me to tie you up? You were doing so well…”
“No, no you don’t need to tie me up, sir.”
“No, not today. Another time, perhaps.”
The bed dipped as he leaned over me. His mouth was at my ear, “You don’t know how hard it makes me thinking about you all tied up for me. The things I would do to you.”
“Do them.”
“I appreciate your zeal. Now, where was I?”
A whisper of a touch danced just below my breasts, picking up from where I felt him less than a minute ago. Or was that ten minutes? Time didn’t seem to move the same in here with him. I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been in this place.
His fingers rimmed my belly button, circling like a vulture eying a feast down below. Every move Everett made felt so strategic, like each move was one of many that he had planned, like he knew exactly where he wanted this to end, and I was just a dingy of a boat trying to ride through the storm.
A little lower his fingers fell, making me all the more aware of his closeness. A couple more inches and he’d be just where I imagined him all of those nights I spent with my fingers between my legs, recalling thoughts of that night on the train. The hitch in his breath when I took him especially deep, those strong thighs, that smug look. His fingers slid again and I imagined he was wearing that smug look as he watched my body shake with arousal.
His fingers fell lower to the top of my mound; one purposeful slip and those fingers would be inside me. He knew this. He was drawing this out on purpose, I realized. Did he get off on my display of desperation or was he doing this for…
Retribution.
That word sent a chill down my spine because I thought I had an idea of what he had planned for me. I couldn’t say I was surprised.
Bastard.
I forgot all about how much of a bastard he was when his fingers slid between my lips and right past my center that acted as an “insert here” sign with the amount of desire spilling from me. His fingers drew up and down with a pressure that was nearly nonexistent. I needed one good push to detonate, but I knew I wouldn’t be getting that, not from him, not now.
“I can’t say I’ve ever been envious of anyone before, but that night with Cassius…I made a mistake. I should have been the one to taste you.” And then I felt his tongue take up residence where his fingers had just been.
“Everett, please. Please don’t do this.”
“Do what, Indigo? Would you not like me to taste you? I must say, you are just as delicious as I imagined.”
“Please,” I said as he continued to lick me like he was slurping up melted drippings from an ice cream cone. His lips closed over my pussy; the suction of his mouth making my clit pulse. Every muscle in my body tightened, my pulse raced and breath hitched. Everett pulled back, leaving me with nothing but the air of his lungs to keep me warm.
“No. Everett. P-Please.”
He didn’t say anything, but I knew he still sat above me because the bed hadn’t moved any since he abandoned me there on the precipice.
When my breathing returned to normal and the ache from my pussy seemed to engulf my lower stomach and legs, he returned. His hands massaging my breasts. There was a quick tug, and red flashed before my eyes as the sharp pain came back. His mouth quickly covered my nipple. He licked hypnotically over and over as the pain subsided.
“Now the other one.”
I clenched my teeth and waited as he repeated the same motion with my other breast. When my breathing returned to normal once again he took off the blindfold.
“Lean up.”
I did as he said and he slid in behind me, his legs bracketing my body. He pulled a blanket over us and his hands found their way into my hair. Gentle scratches were laid across my scalp as his fingers massaged my head. Alternating between massaging my head and petting my hair, he lulled me into this weird catatonic state. It wasn’t an orgasm, but I’d take the comfort of his touch any way I could get it, and at that moment my eyelids felt heavy beneath the weight of his gentle touch.
When I came to, Everett had a book in his hands with every light off except for some sconces on the back wall that I hadn’t noticed earlier.
“How long was I out for?” I asked groggily, somewhat ashamed that I’d fallen asleep.
“Not long. How do you feel?”
“OK. Horny.” I laughed beneath my breath.
I got up and went to the chair to put my clothes back on. Suddenly awkward by my nudity, I dressed with my backside to Everett. The intimacy of the moment didn’t escape me, but I wondered if he recognized it too as I slipped the dress over my head.
“I imagine so. Now you understand how I feel about being stolen from. That orgasm wasn’t yours to take, was it?”
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p; “I guess not, no,” I said still somewhat confused. At what point did my body become his?
“No, it wasn’t. Now go home. Get a good night’s sleep, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said rising from the bed. His hands slipped over my shoulders and sent tingles down my back.
“Can I ask you a question before I go?”
“Yes.”
“When did my orgasms become yours?”
“You already know the answer to that.”
He tugged the end of my hair, tilting my head back and his mouth descended over mine, stealing a kiss. The taste of me lingered on his lips, and his hot tongue burned its way around my mouth, leaving me with thoughts of just what his tongue was capable of.
Wednesday, September 16th Continued
Still heady from our time together, I rushed home to begin my research. Everett was right; I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but as I left Club Fetish that night I knew I was hungry for more. There were some things he didn’t know about me though. I had been spanked before. It was nothing like anything I imagined Everett would dole out. Ryan tapped me like how you would interrupt a stranger to say, “Excuse me.” Even though I was embarrassed to ask for more, once I did, his touch would only increase infinitesimally. I couldn’t tell Everett that spanking had left me feeling unfulfilled. He seemed like he had something to prove, and I didn’t want to be on the other side of that lesson. Who knows what deviant things he’d come up with. It was already bad enough he was into orgasm denial.
The first thing I looked up was “dominants and submissives.” There was very little I actually knew about the scene. What limited knowledge I’d gained from books and movies left a lot to be desired. When I entered Fetish the night before, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. It was probably to both of our benefit that Everett didn’t rush things. There was no doubt that I would have let things go a lot further, but maybe it was better to be somewhat prepared.