by Nikki Sex
I love the idea of corrupting my innocent rabbit. I want to uncover the red-hot slut that I know is buried inside. I’ve set her inner slut free on a few occasions. Discovering and releasing the wanton within will be a huge high of its own.
Skillfully, over time I’ll expose that hidden aspect of her personality.
I’m certain that Emily longs to serve me. She craves the joy she’ll find in making my life happy and fulfilled. And me? I’ve never had such a deep emotional bond with another human being.
I need her total submission. That way I’ll know that she’s mine.
“I bought a couple of presents for you,” I say, as I sit up in bed.
Sitting up, too, Em raises an eyebrow and smirks as she eyes my swollen cock. “Oh, yeah? Like what?”
I have her shift around and sit on the side of the bed, facing a mirror that I’ve strategically placed along the wall. There’s just enough room for her legs to fit between the mirror and the wall.
With a firm grip and a no nonsense attitude, I move her body and pose her exactly as I like. I position her in front of the mirror, so that she rests both of her hands against it, at her shoulder height, slightly further apart than shoulder width.
Shifting her body around like a toy, or possession, is seriously hot. My girl is soft, curvy, and much smaller than I am. It’s easy to place her however I wish.
My own hot, fully poseable little sex toy.
I move her legs, pulling them apart, as far as they can go. “Keep them there,” I order her, my hard eyes meeting hers in the mirror. “Don’t move. I like your legs spread, just like that.”
I intentionally speak in a dark, seductive Dom voice. She trembles when I use that tone. Is she aroused? Or does she feel a tiny thread of fear? Or vulnerability? Most likely she’s turned on by a sexy combination of all three.
Emily’s eyes widen, as she looks at her reflection. The lips of her sex glisten. But then, her lips curve downward, with what? Displeasure? Discomfort?
“What?” I say. “What did you just think? I want to know what’s behind that frown.”
Her eyes lower and she blushes. Excellent. What could be more exciting than a woman who is shy at being displayed? Or is she embarrassed by her own arousal?
“Come on, tell me what you’re thinking,” I demand and pinch her buttocks. “You know I’m going to find out.”
She yelps and glares at me. “Fine.” Scowling, she says, “I was thinking that my thighs are too fat and my butt is too big. Are you happy now?”
My reaction is immediate, with two hard slaps to her thigh. Emily cry’s out in a delicious squeal of pain and surprise. Then she gives me an injured, unhappy stare.
I chuckle under my breath. I should’ve known. What woman can look in a mirror and not immediately spot every flaw, real or imaginary?
What is it about females and the hate-hate relationship every one of them has with their bodies? Honestly, they really should just get over it. Why do men spend so much money on magazines with naked women in them? We men are visual creatures. We think naked women look good. And we adore looking.
“You should stop thinking so much,” I growl with displeasure. “Only my opinion matters and I think you’re gorgeous. Self-flagellation is not allowed.”
Em frowns doubtfully.
I grin and meet her gaze. “I’ll be doing any flogging that needs to be done.”
She gasps at that threat, but there is a glimmer of interest in her eyes. She’s been lightly flogged once before, by our good friend, the gentleman Dom, André Chevalier. He’s been a big help to us both.
André introduced Emily to low level pain and she enjoyed it. Good. I’m looking forward to giving her a bit of sensual punishment myself.
“Now,” I say sternly. “If you want to please me, you must learn to see yourself from my eyes. Look at your beautiful, pink cunt,” I order her. Using my fingers, I carefully spread her labia, so that we can both enjoy the view. “Isn’t that the hottest thing you’ve ever seen? I assure you, it is to me.”
She licks her lips. A lovely red blush covers her face and chest. Is she embarrassed? Aroused? Or a combination of both? Emily can see her own female parts in the mirror and so can I. She looks so damn hot. With her hands on the wall, her breasts hang just slightly away from her body. She’s a captivating sight.
Open, vulnerable and exposed for my pleasure. Can it get any better than that?
Images of binding her, spanking her and flogging her, come into my mind. I push them away. I remind myself that there will be plenty of time for that. Em and I have the rest of our lives to do everything we want, even things neither of us have thought of yet.
I slide around, so that I’m sitting up behind her, with my chest to her back. Straddling her from behind, I sit with my legs outside of hers. Looking in the mirror, I see her wary, pensive expression.
My eyes darken with lust. Her skin is tinged with pink, her nipples hard with desire. They’re so damn suckable. My cock twitches, anticipating the game I intend to play with my little innocent. My erection presses against her back and buttocks, aching to bury itself deep inside of her. The thought is almost my undoing.
“By the way, I’m not seeing any presents,” she says pointedly.
I find myself laughing. Her humor, or more accurately, my reaction to her teasing humor, always surprises me. It’s one of a million reasons why she’s so incredibly good for me.
Emily is mine. I’m never going to let her go.
Chapter 5.
"Women have unfilled places where they feel so sad, so empty. A woman's sex is one important place, an aching empty void.”
– André Chevalier
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Grinning, I reach over, grab and lift the bag that I’d placed near the bed. I do have presents for her, or more accurately, they’re for me. But I’ll make sure that she derives ample pleasure from them as well.
Emily arches her eyebrows. When she sees the bag, she smiles. Apparently she’s mollified that I did actually bring gifts.
Drawing out a set of silver nipple clamps, connected by a little chain, I show them to her by dangling them with the fingers of one hand. Emily freezes, staring somewhat warily at them.
With the other hand, I pull out a big, flesh-colored, penis-shaped dildo. The dildo wobbles when I give it an enticing little shake.
We gaze at each other in the mirror. Blinking, her mouth drops open. She looks more than a little shocked. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s a dildo,” I say, surprised. “Haven’t you ever seen a dildo before?”
She shakes her head, scowling at the offending object. “Actually, no.”
This is remarkable and unexpected information. I suppose that she’s never even used a vibrator. How does she masturbate? Just with her fingers? This, I have to see. Watching her pleasure herself will not only be very hot, but it will also show me exactly how she likes to be touched.
I smile, because I’m going to have her masturbate in front of me. She’ll hate that, which is part of why it’ll be so much fun. Pushing her past her comfort level, making her do things that she doesn’t want to, just to please me, will be such a thrill. But I know that pleasing me will please her, too.
My secret is, that the opposite is also true. Her happiness is inextricably tied to my own.
“Well, then, you’re in for a special treat,” I say with sincere enthusiasm. It excites me to think that this is a totally new experience for her. A form of virginity for me to take.
“You’ll love these clamps, just wait and see,” I say. “Your breasts are going to swell and your nipples will feel such heat. All those erotic sensations will shoot straight between your legs.”
I can see that the thought of enduring pain on her sensitive nipples scares her. “They’re adjustable – I won’t make them too tight,” I say, reassuringly. “Just enough for a bit of delicious feeling. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Well, of course, I trust you,” Emily snaps
back, anxiety putting a bite to her voice. “But how can you know how tight would be good for me? Besides, my nipples are really sensitive,” she says, with a nervous swallow.
“I promise you, I’ll know,” I say. “A little pain during sex increases pleasure. I’m good at what I do. I know exactly how to hurt you in a way that will make you fly.”
Her brows furrow and she scoffs. “I’m a feet on the ground, kind of girl.”
Unperturbed, I ignore her nervous humor. Grinning I shake the dildo again to get her attention. “I’m also going to fuck you with this. The good thing about this position and the mirror, is that you get to see what I see.”
She gives me a wary smile and I know that I still need to convince her.
It’s time for a sensual distraction and an appeal to her more primitive nature. ‘Wet and willing’ is my maxim. An aroused woman – weak at the knees, pliant and in a lust-filled haze, will nearly always say yes.
I want her to say yes.
Using Emily’s carnal desires against her, I’m manipulating her in order to get my way. For the first time in my life, I find myself wondering… is what I’m doing wrong?
Manipulation is such an ugly word. It indicates the use of underhanded and devious tactics to control others, without their knowledge or consent. I’m intentionally seducing her into loving my kinky desires and using every trick that I can to do so.
I’m going to make her so damn horny that she’ll be unable to refuse me.
Is this manipulation or seduction? Meh. Potato, po-tah-toe. I want what I want. If I do this right – if I teach her my desires carefully, Emily will want what I want, too.
I put the toys down and skim my hands along her flank, across her ribs and upward until I’m holding the underside of each breast. It’s an incredibly erotic sight to watch her, watching me, in the mirror as I touch her.
For some minutes, I squeeze and fondle her, tracing her areolas, plucking and pulling at her nipples until they are hard, swollen and red with blood flow and desire. She breathes harder.
Entranced, we both gaze at her tantalizing reflection.
“Do you like what you see?” I murmur seductively. My voice sounds dark as sin, it speaks of wicked, naughty pleasures. I know that I can convince her to play my game. Anticipation rolls through me, like fire in my veins, just from the thought of her obedience.
Emily trembles and her heart rate quickens. I see her arousal as it glistens between her legs. “I… yes,” she whispers.
“You are so very beautiful,” I say. “I love these big tits.” I hold them up with each hand, displaying them for us both and feeling the weight of them. They’re heavy and full. They ache from my attention. “I love to bury my face in them. Your nipples are so red and responsive.”
I pluck them, rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers while we both watch attentively.
My chest is firm against her warm back; my hard cock rests along her buttocks. In the mirror, I see her light blue eyes turn dark with hunger. She licks her lips and bites her lower one.
Cupping her breasts, I tighten my fingers on them. My thumbs brush her erect nipples, while I squeeze her soft boobs, right to the edge of pain. Emily moans.
“And look at your pretty, swollen cunt,” I say, trailing one hand down, I spread and finger her. My dick twitches and I draw in a breath. There’s nothing that compares to the hot, wet softness of a woman’s sex. “Gorgeous. I could lick it all day and night. You’re already so aroused. You want my cock, don’t you?”
A noise comes from deep in her throat, a kind of low groan. Lips parted, breath rapid and shallow, she’s seriously turned on. As long as I keep it simple, she will deny me nothing.
“I want you to see what I see,” I say huskily. “What I love doing to you. Together, we’re both going to watch your body convulse with pleasure.”
She shivers as she gazes into the mirror. The sight of her arouses me like nothing else. I can’t help but grin. Em knows exactly how hard she makes me. The rigid length of my erection presses against her.
There’s hunger in her eyes, but her gaze narrows for a moment, as her mind struggles with a memory. “What happened to, ‘Tonight, I’m going to make love to you’ and, ‘I’m going to ease you into the lifestyle,’ concept?”
I’m genuinely surprised and unprepared for her question. “We made love and it was fantastic. I fully intend to do that again. And this isn’t my idea of BDSM. Do you see cuffs or floggers?”
She shakes her head.
“This is just a little game that I thought we’d both enjoy. You don’t have to play.” I give her a boyishly hopeful glance that I don’t think she can resist. Playfully, I go back to gently pulling and teasing her nipples. “But if you don’t, you’re going to miss out on a whole lot of fun.”
Her lips part and her breath increases. Emily shuts her eyes for a moment, while she thinks this over. I breathe on her ear and over her nape, while continuing to toy with her breasts. My mouth moves along her shoulder, until I reach the juncture of her neck. I lick and bite her there, delighting in the unique salty taste of my sexy, willing woman.
Drawing in a deep breath, her dilated eyes open wide. She flushes and trembles as a shudder of desire raises goose bumps and fine hairs on her skin.
I love her responses.
Tilting my head, I shoot her a mischievous grin. I can overcome her resistance. Emily’s trapped, not only by her own submissive nature, but by her lifelong affection for me. It still blows me away that she’s loved me for all of those years.
How did I miss it all of that time? When she was right in front of my eyes? Emily has been a lifelong friend and she’s now my lover.
Meanwhile, I’m as trapped by her as she is by me. I love her and need her.
This strange vulnerability is new to me, but unless I screw it up, we’ll sort it out. In time we’ll both find and enjoy our mutual kinks.
I hold up the nipple clamps and the dildo, one in each hand. “C’mon, rabbit,” I say. “Let’s play a game. You know you want to.”
Emily snorts and smirks, wryly shaking her head at me. “Yes, Paul. More than life itself,” she says. The tone of her voice is dry and ironic. “I really want to play.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror. A fond smile of approval curls my lips. “That’s my girl,” I say. With my hands on her waist, I lift her onto my lap. I order her to take her hands down from the wall and put them on her thighs. “Wrap your legs around the outside of mine and keep your hands on your thighs.”
She doesn’t argue and her instant compliance gives me a rush.
Her nipples are already full and distended, so it doesn’t take much to put the clamps on. Emily complains a bit, squirming, gasping and saying, ‘ouch.’ True to my word, I don’t put them on too tight. Just enough bite for a bit of heat and burn.
Then I begin to play with her body in earnest, kissing, licking and biting her neck, nape and ears, spreading her labia apart, playing with her clit and occasionally pulling on the clamps.
She begins to whimper and moan with all this stimulation. In a fog of sensation, her eyelids drift shut.
“Keep your eyes open,” I remind her.
When she immediately obeys, I praise her compliance. I always acknowledge obedience. Words such as, ‘Thank you,’ or, ‘that’s my clever girl,’ send a quiver of pleasure through her.
Her responses to pleasing me are huge turn ons. Emily’s submissive to my dominance. As I see it, that’s a win-win for both of us. Eventually she’ll be able to give me what I want: The kind of kink that fires my soul.
When she moves a hand to her chest, I snap, “Hands on your thighs, or I’ll tie them.”
“Sorry,” she says, genuinely contrite.
I smile, shake my head and say, “No, I’m sorry, Em. I don’t want to push you too hard. This is just a game, but it’s kind of like ‘Simon says.’ When ‘Paul says,’ your job is to do exactly as I say and carry out my commands, okay? Do what I tell you, until I
tell you to stop.”
“Right,” she agrees with a goofy smirk that makes me grin.
“Honestly, for a newbie, you’re good at this game,” I tell her. “Now I want you to watch yourself come. You’re so hot when you climax.”
Since she’s right-handed, I have her place her right hand on mine, as I fondle between her legs. By the sight, sound, feel and smell of her, she is very near orgasm. “Do you like this?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes, Paul,” she breathes, “God, yes.”
I order her to masturbate, until she comes. Embarrassed, she lowers her gaze and actually blushes a delightful pink tinge, at this command. Em is naturally shy about such an intimate personal activity, so I gently coax and seduce her. Looking up at me through her dark eyelashes, she finally gives in.
I knew that she would.
Watching her pleasure herself is a real turn on. Using her fingers and her own juices, she wets her clit and begins to touch herself tentatively. I continue to coax and praise while she touches herself. I tell her how hot she is, how hard she’s making me and how much I want to fuck her. This increases her self-confidence and lowers her inhibitions.
Once full arousal takes over, she increases her speed. Her fingers move faster and faster, as she really starts jacking herself off.
Beautiful.
When I see that she’s just about to reach her peak, I put my hand on hers and order her to stop. When she protests, I assure her that I’m incredibly impressed. I praise and complement her, explaining how much she pleases me.
Moistening the dildo with her arousal, I look directly into her eyes as I slowly push it into her tight, hungry hole. I marvel at how wet she is. So very, very wet for me. The dildo slides in easily.
In and out, in and out. It looks fantastic, fucking her like this. When I flick her nipple clamps, she moans.
“Good, isn’t it?” I murmur. “Do you like to watch me fuck your tight little cunt with this dildo?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
I place her hand back on her clit and tell her she deserves a reward for playing the game so well and for obeying me. I command her to masturbate, while I continue to fuck her with the dildo, lick and bite her neck and occasionally pull on her nipple clamps. When she starts keening, I put my fingers in her mouth, filling yet another empty feminine hole. She sucks them avidly.