by Aidy Award
Those boxers were gone so fast I thought they’d gone invisible. Good riddance. His cock was a work of pornographic art. Exactly what Michelangelo’s David should have been carved like, long, thick, and hard as stone.
“You have no idea how often I’ve fantasized about having these double Ds to play with.” He cupped my breasts in his hands. “Look how they more than fill my hands, overflowing.”
He caressed them both, his hands sliding from the soft side underneath up and over my nipples. His head came down and he pressed his lips to my neck, nibbling his way up to the tender place behind my ear. He stroked and teased, tugging softly until my nipples were glowing from the inside out, rosy and hard. “I’ve stroked my cock more than once imagining it sliding between your tits.”
He pressed my breasts up and together into the perfect position for a dick to slide into. “Does that shock you? That I’d like to fuck your tits?”
I’d forgotten for a sweet moment that we were who we were and that he didn’t know all my dirty dirty secrets. His arms around me, his voice whispering the things he’d like to do to me in my ear had me wrapped up in a haze of arousal. He’d made me forget for a minute that I needed the rules and boundaries of BDSM, that I needed to be in control.
Was this what subs felt like when their Dom took care of them? Was it anything like what I made my own subs feel like? It was a consuming feeling of comfort I hadn’t expected. Nothing like the heady feeling of being in control.
Grant knew nothing of BDSM, power exchange, or my role in it. He didn’t expect anything or know any better. I could be anything I wanted to be with him. He was exactly the vanilla sex BDSM vacation Angelina and Jim had been talking about. A chance to have fun with sex again. No one in my usual circles would know, they wouldn’t have the chance to think less of me or that I was weak in anyway.
I smiled up at him. “I don’t think you could shock me.”
“Hmm, you like it a little kinky, do you?”
“You have no idea.” The words were flirty and meant to provoke. Beneath them was a layer of uncomfortable truth.
“I think I do. What do you like, love? This?” He slid his hands into my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my lips and neck to him.
I expected an aggressive, lip mashing, breath stealing attack of a kiss. That’s what I was ready for. I’d never say it was what I liked. Unless I was the one doing the hair pulling and neck exposing.
Blood pounded through my heart like it was laced with spiced rum. I didn’t let anyone dominate me like this. It was uncomfortable. I should take control back right now.
I waited to see what he would do.
Grant brushed his lips across mine, soft and teasing. Throwing my world view around like debris in a hurricane. He was soft when I needed, expected hard. I knew what to do with hard.
Bastard.
“Don’t tease. Kiss me.”
His grip in my hair tightened and he pressed his body against mine until I had to retreat. Two steps and my back touched the huge tree the shack was built around. Trapped between a tree and a hard place, which was growing harder by the second.
He finally kissed me like he meant it. His mouth took mine, owning it. I stole the kiss back sucking his tongue into my mouth, scratching my nails down his back. He moaned giving me the hint he liked some pain with his pleasure. My kind of man.
I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t already into BDSM. He had all the requisites for truly enjoying it, whether he went with a dominant or a submissive role.
I didn’t play much with switches, but I’d make an exception for Grant.
In fact, I’d think about switching to play with him on a more permanent basis.
Wait. What? I did not just think that.
I pulled away and ducked out from under his arms and scurried to the other side of the shack. The ten feet between us wasn’t near enough.
My senses and instinct were all out of whack. I needed to get some control back before I let this go on any further. He followed and I held a hand out stopping his chase. “We’ll tussle because I’d want to be on top, and I’m betting you would too.”
He ignored my hand and stalked forward, taking up all the space in the room. “I’m up for some wrestling. If it means I eventually get you under me, I’d let you be on top for a while.”
“Oh, you’d let me, huh?” Thems fightin’ words. I placed my hand on his chest and pushed back.
He didn’t budge. In fact, he moved closer, staring down at me, stealing my protests away with the power of his dark eyes, yummy muscles, and electric attraction.
Somehow while I was being mesmerized by his magnetism my hand ended up in between his. He kissed my knuckles and held my fingers inches from his lips. “I can handle those curves of yours riding me cowgirl style. Just leave the whip at home.”
The warmth in the room from our body heat wasn’t enough to keep the chill from running across my shoulders.
“Aw, come on. You’re no fun.” My words were playful, but the dig on my favorite toy hurt more than I wanted to admit.
“I’m not looking for a Dominatrix. I just want you.” Grant closed the infinitesimal space between us and locked our mouths together. He took my breath and I didn’t fight it for a moment.
Uh-oh. Maybe this wasn’t going to work.
Chain of Love
I broke our kiss and turned away like a shy Regency lady in my Eden Stone novel. There was not enough air in this little treehouse. I wanted to open a window, let the air blow into my lungs and re-inflate them.
“Love, I don’t think for a minute we need any toys or ploys to burn up the sheets.”
BDSM wasn’t a ploy and toys were a whole hell of a lot of fun.
“Ah, but they are fun.” I did my best to keep my voice light and flirty, like I wasn’t scared to death of what would happen if he found out about my secret sex lifestyle.
Grant didn’t give me a minute away from the temptations of his flesh. He ran his knuckles up my arm and along my collarbone.
“Danica, I want to be inside of you more than you know, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
There was something there I didn’t know how to identify, and maybe I shouldn’t give up simply because he was uneducated about power exchange relationships.
I wasn’t looking for some long term relationship with a marriage proposal, but he wasn’t the collaring kind either.
For the first time in ten years I did my best to forget about power dynamics and negotiations.
This wasn’t the real world. This was a treehouse in a hurricane. Nobody would believe it had happened if I said it did.
“Although, let me say that if we do, I can promise you two screaming orgasms.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup. I don’t know what you’ll be doing, but I’ll be screaming.”
I laughed out loud and the tension between us broke down to something more manageable. I had to admit this back and forth between us was fun. I never played this way. I gave the orders, they were followed. That’s what felt good, comfortable. This was good too, in its own way.
“You’re a super dork, but a sexy one.” I wrapped my leg around his calf stroking with my foot. My arms went around his waist pulling him tight against my body. I almost didn’t know what to do with myself or him since I never let a man stand above me when we were playing. But this wasn’t play or a scene. I felt awkward and like a young inexperienced girl.
His skin against mine was another spark to our flame. I loved the feeling of his dusting of hair over my breasts. I’d love the rough stubble on his chin there even more.
“I hear sexy nerd types are in.” Grant’s body replied in kind and while one hand snaked down my back and over my ass, the other he used to lift my chin.
His was a slow seduction as if he felt my lack of confidence in this situation and my daylong battle with indecision.
I was no shy Bambi. I may not be taking control but that didn’t mean I couldn�
��t ask for what I wanted. “You’re definitely not a nerd. A nerd wouldn’t know how to kiss like you do.”
“You haven’t seen the half of it.”
I didn’t do anything halfway. “Show me.”
He smiled, squeezed my ass and came in for the kiss. Just when I was ready to part my lips for him he veered left and ran his tongue from the sensitive spot behind my ear to the small of my neck, nibbling and teasing with scrapes from his rough five o’clock shadow.
A small moan, I fully didn’t know was there, escaped from a hidden place inside that loved the combination of his gentle kiss and his teeth and stubble.
Grant continued the path down kissing and licking into my cleavage. He lifted my breasts and buried his face between them. Men and their motorboats.
“Suck on my nipples.”
“You like that do you?”
“Oh, yes. Suck nice and hard.” This I could do. I’d given that command a hundred times. But my voice didn’t have the powerful ring, I was surprised at my own soft request.
Grant caressed one nipple between his fingers, rolling it until it was hard and needy. But it would have to wait because the other was sucked fully into his mouth and he toyed with the soft flesh, swirling and flicking his tongue over and around.
It felt so good I forgot to do anything with my own hands, they dangled at my side. I closed my eyes and let the sensations of having a man pleasure me in my second favorite spot.
More of the moans that I didn’t recognize eeked out as he switched from one breast to the other. He suckled hard exactly the way I like it.
“Can you come like this?”
“I never have. But feel free to test that out.” This pleasure pain was my standard foreplay. Always enough to get me hot, but never enough to get me off. Especially since I usually stopped my subs before it could ever get that far.
“I’d give a whole lot more than a penny for whatever’s going through your head right now.”
I’d practically written and entire dissertation trying to justify throwing usual sexual preferences out the window and into a hurricane, not to mention my reservations about playing with Grant, my friend.
What it came down to was that I was having fun with him. Even though we hadn’t talked about boundaries and limits and we certainly hadn’t taken enough time to establish the trust I usually needed in a sexual relationship, I’d let my guard down. We had years of friendship plus a professional relationship that had built a different kind of trust. A vanilla flavor of it. Maybe that went as deep as any.
I was still struggling to let go of my usual D/s routines. He didn’t need to know any of that.
“Just wondering how good you are with your tongue in other places.” My naughtiest vision already had him under me, in me, behind me and tied up for me.
“You’re about to find out.” He continued taking his sweet time trailing kisses down my belly and to the top of my panties.
I reached for them, intending to pull them off, but his hands captured mine and held them against my body. That was new.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, love. I’ll get there. Anticipation is half the fun.”
“I hate anticipation.” I might like making other people wait for it, but when I was ready to go, I wanted to go.
His mouth continued down leaving a trail of lava. “Even more reason to make you wait.”
“Bastard.” He didn’t for a second release my hands and I fought the urge to tell him off for it. I lost that battle. “Damn it, Grant. I want your mouth on my pussy.”
I should have known he wouldn’t take orders.
He stood up towering over me. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”
“I’m not little and you should be on your knees.” Oh, yeah. This was going great.
He laughed and grabbed me under my knees lifting me up like a, like a…toy doll. “We’ll see about that, my little Dominatrix.”
“Grant, you put me down or I’ll—”
“Hush, minx.” He turned and knelt laying me on the pile of towels. Before I could protest his actions or cute name calling he snagged my panties and pulled them all the way down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder.
If I wasn’t so mad, I’d laugh. I had every intention of getting right back up and putting my clothes on until he… what? Learned his place?
He didn’t have a place in this part of my life.
Before I could absorb that and figure out what the hell to do with it he grabbed my knees and spread my legs.
“Fuck, your pussy is gorgeous.”
His eyes roamed over every centimeter of me, spending more time than I was comfortable with between my legs. Damn, I felt so ridiculously exposed. This was one more position I was not used to being in. I moved to close my knees, but his hands stopped them. I could push against his muscles if I wanted, but not before he lowered his head and kissed my clit.
“So hot, so sweet. Look how wet you are for me.”
I wanted to protest that it wasn’t for him, but I lost all motor control of my own mouth when he found my clit again. He licked over it, again and again. Never in my life had I gotten so close to coming so fast from something so…so…vanilla.
I squeezed my fists, willing myself not to come. I didn’t have a lot of practice with orgasm control. I never needed it. God, it was torture.
Grant and his damn tongue were relentless. He pushed me higher and higher sucking at me. My legs tremored oh so slightly and I knew I was losing the battle.
Damn it, I would not come first.
I breathed hard and concentrated on a pinpoint of light on the ceiling. When I was sure I had my control back he slid two fingers into me.
The man was a master of female anatomy. There was no fumbling or even searching. He found the beautiful sensitive g-spot and crooked his fingers over and over in time with the lashing of his tongue.
My back arched of its own accord pushing my hips and core closer to the source of pleasure. Traitorous body. I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I closed my eyes, cried out Grant’s name and lost all control.
My body lit up, sparking stars, the whole damn Milky Way plus the aurora borealis sparkled behind my eyelids. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. I was frozen in the middle of an explosion like my body had never known.
Grant didn’t let up, drawing the orgasm out longer, stealing the gasps of air I tried to suck in. I grabbed onto his head, pulling at his hair, but I couldn’t make him stop. Probably because I wasn’t pushing him away but holding him firm between my legs.
I floated for a moment in the haze of the chemical cocktail of endorphins and oxytocin? rushing through my body that only came with a really great orgasm. This was so far beyond that I felt high as the clouds overhead.
I could so go for a snuggle and fall asleep in this lovely warm place I’d found. Except for the man between my legs who probably thought pretty highly of himself right about now.
As he should because…what the holy hurricane? Second only to the missionary position and giving head that was the most vanilla sexual encounter of my life. And it blew my fucking mind.
I was not vanilla. Vanilla sex was bland, boring and nerve-wracking. It had never done it for me. I was always too worried about the size of my thighs and ass to do anything besides flounder around in the dark. Until I discovered BDSM and the delights of being a Dominant.
But I had never had an orgasm like that. Ever. Vanilla or kinky.
Was I kidding myself all these years?
Grant lifted his head and nipped at the inside of my thigh. “Relax, love. This storm isn’t letting up anytime soon. We’ve got all night and maybe some of tomorrow, and I intend on making you come at least a dozen times.”
I hadn’t really realized that I tensed the muscles in my legs until he said something. It wasn’t only my legs, my hands were back to fists at my side and if I didn’t relax I’d have to go to the chiropractor.
Vacations were for relaxing.
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nbsp; And for having lots of sex. Or so I’d been told. In fact, instructed. Okay, so I was simply following instructions here. I knew how to give them. Time I learned how to take them.
Relax, have a good time, and maybe some good sex.
I took a second to visualize my muscles as melting butter which gave me time to formulate a response to Grant’s boast. He was such a guy.
“Ha. Good luck.” Like that could even happen. I was not a multi-orgasmic woman, and it didn’t matter because getting off wasn’t my main goal when I played with my subs. I rarely came more than once in a night ever.
Grant climbed his way up my body putting him face to face, hip to hip, pussy to cock. “Is that a challenge?”
I wrapped my feet around his back pushing our bodies closer together. He had me all worked up, now it was his turn. “Take it as you wish, but I know that isn’t happening.”
He quirked an eyebrow at me which was joined by the other one when I wriggled under him pushing his cock along my wet folds. “You on the other hand, are going to be begging me to stop I’m guessing after, oh, maybe your fourth orgasm.”
“A numbers game it is then.” He kissed me hard, absorbing my protests and turning them into moans, rubbing his cock over my clit. I tasted the tang of myself in his mouth and it sent my senses on hyper alert.
One of Grant’s hands roamed over my body and reached between my legs. Oh no no no. Not happening.
I grabbed him around the shoulders, planted one foot on the floor and rolled us both over. He definitely wasn’t expecting it because he didn’t resist even a little. The element of surprise was a good thing. No doubt he’d never had a girl under him throw her weight around before. Not that I thought any of them had any weight to them at all. I released him and planted my hands on either side of his head.
“Told you we’d wrestle for who gets to be on top.”
“I have zero problem with this position.” His line of sight was firmly directed at my boobs. To be fair they were right in his face. Hard to miss.
“Yeah? How about this one?” It took me only another second to sit back onto my calves and straddle him. My new vantage point gave me the perfect opportunity to roll my hips.