by Nikki Sex
He and Jai enjoyed threesomes. But Paul could take or leave a ménage. He still needed control when having sex, but for the last two years, he’d been predominantly vanilla. But right now he didn’t want vanilla. He wanted to try every flavor with Candy.
For a moment, he recalled how, with firm demand, he pressed on Candy’s shoulders, indicating his wish for her to go to her knees. She’d gone down joyously, as if kneeling before him was the most natural place in the world to her. He’d fisted both hands in her hair, holding her still, placing her exactly as he wanted.
Obedient to every order, he directed her to place her hands behind her back, and lace her fingers together. Later he would let her use her hands to enhance his pleasure, thereby getting the full benefit of her tongue and teeth. Unfortunately she hadn’t earned the right to touch him yet.
Usually he liked to guide a woman when she sucked him off. Curious, he decided to let her have her way, testing the level of her experience.
Paul shut his eyes recalling the moment. Candy had been kneeling, her lips wet, her mouth parted, and her eyes bright with arousal. He’d given her the command, “suck it,” in a tone so rough with lust he’d hardly recognized his own voice.
What was it about her that turned him on so completely? Candy made him act like a sex-starved teenager.
After licking her full lips, Candy’s mouth had closed around him. She couldn’t deep throat, but her eager tongue licking and stroking, combined with the sweet suction, and her enthusiastic yet unsophisticated mouth bobbing motion, had almost made him climax.
She’d been so passionate, so desperate to please. She enjoyed servicing him as a true sub would. A large part of Candy’s pleasure came from giving him pleasure. The woman was born to serve.
When he’d given her sweet ass a slap or two during the night, she hadn’t protested, but she’d been startled and surprised. The woman never even had a man spank her. Paul’s right hand flexed as he gazed down toward the soft skin of her gorgeous buttocks. He went instantly hard, and wanted to wake her up and spank her right now.
Paul just knew that she would love a spanking. They would both get off on it.
He saw slight bruising on her hip, where his fingers had gripped and held her as he took her from behind. A rush of pleasure coursed through him at the sight. He’d marked her, and some sort of primal part of him recognized those marks for what they were – signs that she belonged to him.
That she was his.
He blinked with a sudden inner vision of some of the things he wanted to do. Spank her, flog her, bind her, and tie her hands to her feet. Have his wicked way with her, and use her in every way imaginable, while she begged for more. Collar her and have her on her knees, or on all fours, with her beautiful reddened ass in the air. Jesus.
Paul pushed the flood of images away. Enough. He’d find a way to convince her to stay. Then he could explore this powerful, unexpected desire for her.
She was such an odd mixture of experienced and naive. Did Candy have any idea that she was a sexual submissive? Paul didn’t think so. For the first time in years, he felt a compelling need to bring someone into the lifestyle. There was just something about her.
Was it some sort of chemistry? Whatever it was he felt toward her could not be denied.
Already, she craved and responded to his dominance. He wanted to teach her, to have her submit to him completely. He wanted to get to know her more intimately than a man knows his wife of ten years. With Candy, he wanted to go all the way.
Paul had never committed to a woman, yet right now he wanted to be her Dom for a week, a month, or maybe even a year. Shit. Maybe forever. That unexpected thought scared him.
He longed to be the center of her universe, not because he imagined that he was, but because she knew that was what he was. He wanted to take charge of her – mind, body and soul.
This was a completely unexpected desire.
Could he safely return to a D/s lifestyle? Had enough time passed that he wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the club scene and his uncontrollable thirst for constant kink? Could he cuff her to a spanking bench, and use her hard without being consumed by it?
And more importantly, would Candy let him?
Chapter 11. Aftercare
When Candy stirred beside him, Paul ran his fingers down her cheek to wake her. Her eyelashes were long and dark against her tan skin. She opened her brown eyes, and turned her tousled head to meet his gaze.
“Hey,” she said, shooting him a surprisingly cheerful ‘just woke up’ grin. Her eyes didn’t waver from his.
“Hey, yourself,” Paul replied. Something about her frank, engaging stare stirred him. There always seemed to be a hint of laughter in those dark eyes. What was she thinking? Candy was just too damned fascinating.
“What are you looking at?” he finally asked.
Her grin widened. “Nothing. Just you. That was the best night of my life, by the way.”
“I’m not complaining either,” he murmured, reaching for her. When she pulled away, he shot her a disapproving frown.
“You crazy guy,” she said with a bark of laughter. “Are you still in the mood?” Candy sat up in the bed and took a not-so-subtle peek at his semi-erection. “Man, you’re a machine,” she observed, shaking her head. “Look, I’m all for it but I have to visit the ladies room.” Seemingly comfortable in her nudity, she slid out of the bed, walked to the bathroom and slipped inside.
That tight little pear-shaped butt of hers swayed as she walked. It was just begging for attention.
I have to have her.
Paul’s cock hardened as a visual image flashed into his mind. Candy bound and helpless, writhing in pleasure, making sweet sounds of ecstasy. That ass of hers, red from his flogger, as he applied each sensual stroke.
That’s what Paul longed for.
Sex, more specifically kinky sex, was the best way Paul knew to intimately explore another person. With Dominance and submission, intensity and awareness became profound. It heightened intimacy beyond the scope of anything that vanilla sex could offer.
Similar to links in a chain, for those brief moments, they would be physically and emotionally joined.
It took patience, observation and time for a Dom to become alert to non-verbal signals. Breath, pulse, sweat, flinching, tension, swelling, flushing…there were endless signs and unique tells. Subs might try to hide their passions, but their bodily responses never lied.
Restless, he stood up and padded over to the fridge. Pulling out a bottle of orange juice, he opened it and took a drink.
Most people were uptight concerning the subject of sex. Candy, as open as she appeared to be, might be as inhibited as anyone else when he peeled back the layers and explored her passions.
Would she be embarrassed to masturbate in front of him? Or be involved in anal play? Maybe it would be difficult to get her to confide her fantasies. Would she even know what she was really into?
Whatever she tried to hide, or longed to discover about herself, Paul would enjoy the exploration process, as well as pushing her limits and breaking through her barriers.
Candy talked and laughed with him, seemingly open. She confided in him throughout the night. Yet, Paul knew she was holding something back. What was it? Everyone had skeletons in their closets that they preferred to keep concealed. Paul enjoyed discovering those secrets. What his subs found embarrassing, what they felt compelled to hide, and what they were thinking. As a Dom, he had to push – until he had it all.
Paul wanted to tie her up, and tease her, and use her for his own pleasure, exactly as he wanted to.
As he needed to.
How would she react when he pushed her limits? When she finally understood how completely he could master her? Would she fight his dominance? Struggle with the truth of who she was, what she needed, and the things she was willing to do for him? Just who might he find under that cheerful, compliant exterior?
Candy had told him that her girlfriend went home yesterd
ay. That was unfortunate. If the woman was here, he might have been able to arrange a safety plan with her. But Candy didn’t know anyone else in Cabo.
There’s no way that Paul would even attempt a scene here in this suite. He’d never disrespect Candy by even suggesting such a thing. Not when he hadn’t earned that level of trust. While Candy liked him, she wasn’t stupid. What intelligent woman of today would allow a complete stranger to tie her up without supervision?
No, it would have to take place in a reputable club, but where? And just how would he convince the little innocent to go with him? She had never engaged in bondage or even had a spanking. While their sexual chemistry was off the charts, the lifestyle might scare her away, particularly since she hardly knew him.
Softly, softly, he mused. She already craves my dominance.
Paul’s lips curled in a wicked little smile. Jesus Christ, she was scorching hot and responded so beautifully to him. He couldn’t remember ever wanting someone this badly.
I have to seduce her. Make it impossible for her to say no.
The thought of her submitting and surrendering to him completely was heady stuff. How long would it take for her to let go? Trust that as her Dom, he knew what she needed? How difficult would it be to push her over the edge and off into sub space? To make her give in, lose control and abandon herself completely to emotion and sensation?
During a sensual flogging, suppressed emotions that are bottled up inside, were often released. Intoxicated, drunk on endorphins, overwhelmed and exhausted by emotions and sensation, would tears stream down her beautiful face?
Women were so fascinating, unique and complicated. How difficult would it be to break down her barriers and make her soar? Trying to figure Candy out would be a real privilege.
Aftercare with her would be intense.
Paul drew in a deep breath, raised his arms like an NBA player, and threw the empty OJ bottle into the bin in a perfect three pointer. Score! It was a promising sign. He washed his hands and face in the sink, and returned to the bed.
What a mess.
He took a moment to put the fitted sheet back on the mattress properly, to straighten the top sheet, and then he climbed back into bed.
Aftercare was such a turn on for him – it was the ultimate pleasure. Those moments after total surrender, where his sub had given him everything. The heady acceptance of his dominance, when they stopped resisting. When his sub trusted him enough to let go of the ledge that they cling to so tightly.
It was then, they discovered that instead of falling and crashing to the ground that they had learned to fly.
And when his sub soared, so did he.
Such trust, personal exposure and defenselessness always pushed Paul even higher into Dom space. All barriers between them would be stripped away though extremes of sensation, pleasure, pain, and emotion.
That was the timeless moment of profound connection, body and soul. After he accepted full responsibility for her care, and she surrendered. She’d be safe with him. For that fleeting, precious time she was his.
His to comfort, to punish, to protect, or reward. His to care for. His to worship, and adore.
Mine and mine alone.
That was what he missed most of all since leaving the club scene and denying himself his longed for kink. Those intimate moments filled him with wonder. All barriers were down during aftercare.
No defenses – no masks – no pretense - no deceit. Nothing hidden. Nothing held back. That intimacy, that perfect honesty was what he craved most. That’s what he yearned for with Candy.
How would it be with her? Paul shut his eyes, imagining it. They would lay in bed together where he’d gently caress her abused skin, praising and soothing her with murmured sounds of comfort. He would praise and adore her, and his high regard would be real. He’d tell her how beautiful she was, how special and perfect.
“Shush, shush, shush” and words like, “there’s my good girl” and “so, so beautiful.” He’d tell her how much she’d pleased him, how lucky he was, and how much her submission meant to him. The entire time he would soothe and tenderly kiss her tears away.
There was a kind of sacredness in a sub’s tears. The vanilla world might consider crying a weakness, but as a Dom, Paul felt they were a mark of power. His power, yes; but hers, too. Five minutes of tears spoke more clearly to him than a thousand books. They communicated deep emotions that were inexplicable with mere words.
Tears would be cleansing for them both, washing away the banal and leaving the profound.
During aftercare, they could talk openly, because then and there, for those timeless measured moments, would be a true connection of heart and soul. He’d speak to her in the soft whispers that only lovers knew, and then hold her while she fell asleep. Perhaps he’d rock her in his arms, gently and carefully, like comforting a child.
Just me. Just her. Just us.
Paul frowned. Hot, despite the air-conditioning, he threw the sheet back and linked both hands behind his head. What was it about, Candy? Paul knew he could earn her trust, he had done that with others many times.
The question was, would he be able to trust her?
Paul knew that he was the one that clung on to the ledge of distrust for dear life. He never completely let go. To take that plunge into the unknown was frightening. He had anger issues that he tightly controlled for a start, and for all the women he’d had sex with, he never risked the emotional threat inherent in a committed relationship.
Yet he’d never felt so in tune and comfortable with any woman like he was with Candy. If he spent more time with her, then maybe he could get to know her enough to confront his own demons.
Until then, aftercare was the closest thing he knew of love with a woman. His nostrils flared. Too bad that it could never last. Growing up with his parents, it was no wonder he didn’t believe in romance or long term relationships. Paul never sought commitment, or ‘love.’
He avoided both as the temporary insanity and contagious infection they seemed to him to be.
I’m just not made to stay with one woman, he decided, but in his heart, he knew that was a pitiful excuse. I’d never trust a woman so completely, is what he really thought. Yet he really wanted to spend more time with Candy. He needed to explore this energy they had between them, this unexpected bond.
He also wanted to make her climax again and again.
There was nothing better than listening to her scream.
Chapter 12. Emily
Emily walked naked toward the bathroom, strangely comfortable without her clothes. She felt sexy and desirable. Partially, because of her breast augmentation and the awareness that she had the attractive shape of a woman. She’d also spent months at the gym, three days a week, in preparation for seeing Paul again.
Curvy and a number of pounds overweight, she was still pretty proud of her figure. At least her curves were in all the right places.
Emily could feel Paul’s eyes hard upon her. He wanted her. Again! Wow. That certainty blew her mind, because she had never stopped wanting him. She recalled his hardening semi, and snorted. Paul had morning wood. Not to mention afternoon, evening, and all through the night wood. Whew! The man was a veritable forest of unkillable erections
Emily brushed her teeth, drank a big glass of water, and washed her hands and face. She’d taken her contacts out in the middle of the night and cleaned them before putting them back in. It hadn’t been necessary, with the new gas permeable ones. They were made so you could sleep in them, but being extra careful was part of who she was.
She grinned, feeling various aches all over her body, and deliciously sore between the legs. It was a well-used feeling, and she loved it. Used by Paul.
The face smiling back at her in the mirror was no longer a stranger. Holy shit! Check out the hickey! The deep purple mark on her throat stirred memories of Paul’s mouth there, and on other parts of her body as well. The taste of him, the feel of his lips and teeth on her flesh. What a lovely re
minder. With luck, it would take weeks to fade.
Hello, Candy, you wicked little slut. I’m so glad that I met you!
Emily giggled, it felt like she was looking at her evil twin! With detached interest, she studied Candy’s reflection. Her lips were red and swollen. Her skin flushed.
This is the kind of woman that Paul wants, Emily mused. But Candy wasn’t so very different from herself. Candy was her, a part of her personality that she had kept well hidden, even from herself. Until now.
Sex with Paul had been an eye-opener. She’d had such incredible orgasms, one after another. It had never been like that for her. Emily didn’t even know that her body could do that. She felt herself moisten thinking of it.
Just seeing him naked caused libido overload. Paul had been laboring in the sun. It showed in his tan and the blonde streaks in his brown hair. He had broad shoulders, a six-pack, and ripped chest. His stomach was flat, his ass tight. And then there was his beautiful thick cock!
She wanted to lick him all over.
Giddy with anticipation, Emily quivered at the thought of returning to bed with Paul. For the love of God, the man actually had her panting! Everything he did was unexpected and exciting. What would he want to do now?
Usually, she had to work for her orgasms. They came easily enough when she was by herself, but it was difficult when she was with a man. Probably because she was so uptight and lacked confidence, feeling clumsy, stupid and unattractive. She was too caught up in her head.
Questions ran through her mind like, “Am I doing this right?” or “Does he think I’m fat?” Other frequent thoughts that undermined her pleasure were, “Should I tell him what I like, or will that insult him?” and “Maybe I should be doing…” It was so annoying. Constant internal dialogue was not conducive to good sex or orgasms.