"What are you doing, Emily?” I asked myself, looking in the rearview mirror. I had been sitting in a hotel parking lot for 10 minutes debating on whether I should go in, or turn the car back on and go home.
Looking at my phone I saw the last two messages he sent me, “I promise you I don’t have any ill intentions. If you get the hotel and you want to go home, leave. If you come to my room, and want to leave as soon as I answer the door, you can. If you’re in my room for 5 minutes or 2 hours, it doesn’t matter. I won’t stand in your way, I’ll allow you to leave at any time. I will not stop you.” “My room number is 263, I hope to see you soon.” Eric had been a nice, understanding guy. I was a 26 year old virgin who had never even been kissed, let alone touched in any way. We met in an online forum where I was trying to get advice on what to do about a potential lover. He was in town for work, he was in construction and he didn’t know anyone except for his co-workers. We started talking privately and he was the first man I was able to ask questions to without judgement. No matter how silly I thought the question was, Eric was always willing to give me an answer without any hints of annoyance or criticism. It was after two weeks of talking he offered for me to come to his hotel in order to talk face to face. He was, understandably, lonesome and was in need of good conversation. “Emily, this is crazy, he could be anybody. He could do anything to you. Just go home! GO HOME!” My words echoed the voice in my head. Part of me obviously wanted to run home and forget I ever thought about meeting a strange man in a hotel room. The other part of me wanted to explore my sexual self and get answers to some of my questions. After talking myself up I grabbed my purse, got out of the car, and briskly walked into the hotel. As I did I looked up at the windows wondering if Eric was watching me from above. Entering the hotel I saw the friendly front desk clerk who gave me the biggest smile, quickly I made my way to the elevator without conversation. When the doors shut, I hesitated to press the button to the second floor. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pressed it. The journey upwards seemed to take forever, the entire time I held my breath. When the doors opened on the second floor, I stepped out into the hallway and looked at the room number sign for guidance on which way to go. “240-265, right” As if I was transported I stood in front of the door to room 263. I took out my phone and messaged him, “I think I’m at your door.” Suddenly the door opened and revealed to me one of the most handsome men I had ever seen in my life. He greeted me with a nice warm smile, and gestured for me to enter his room. As I walked past him I noticed his 6’4” height and average frame, his greyish blue eyes caught mine, and I blushed as I set my purse down on the counter of his kitchenette. I looked at the room with two queen beds, a sofa, a chair, and noticed everything was neatly in order. Only a pair of socks lay on the dresser. “You can sit on one of the beds, or the sofa, or the chair. Whatever makes you comfortable V. Unless you want to leave.” I smiled nervously and made my way to the chair which was next to the bed he obviously had been sleeping in. “V,” I thought, “It was good to hear his voice say that." He bestowed this nickname upon me the day we started chatting privately. V stood for virgin. He sat down on the bed getting comfortable, as I sat in the chair wide eyed and alert. Putting his back against the headboard he kicked his feet up, crossing them at the ankles. “I didn’t think you were going to come up,” he chuckled, “You sat in your car for a while before you finally made your decision.” “Yeah, I wasn’t sure if I should.” “Do you want to leave, V? Remember you can leave at any time. I'm not going to stop you. If you noticed , I didn’t even lock the door behind you when you came in. I’m just a guy looking for some company, and I’m glad you’re here. No expectations.” I swallowed hard and slightly eased back into the chair. Upon doing so I noticed his warm smile return to his face. I hadn’t noticed it before but his lips were perfectly outlined by his goatee. And his hair matched his eyes that were now more grey in color. For about an hour he made me comfortable with small talk. Getting to know more about one another. Where we grew up, siblings, favorite food, all the things you normally talk about to get to know someone. He was 45, had been divorced for about a year and a half, no kids. He was originally from San Diego but lived in Seattle. He enjoyed his job, as it gave him the opportunity to travel and meet new people. I told him about my boring life. Afterall a 26 year old virgin can’t have a terribly exciting life, well at least I didn’t at the time. As the minutes ticked by I became more and more comfortable with him and even allowed myself to laugh at his jokes. Soon it felt like we’d known each other our entire lives, and we were old friends catching up. “How are you feeling V? Do you want to leave?” He asked after a lull in the conversation. I shook my head, “I’m feeling a lot more comfortable, I think I’ll stay a while longer, if that’s okay with you.” He nodded his head as he became lost in thought. The silence in the room was comfortable, it didn’t feel forced, it didn’t feel like one of us needed to rush to fill it. After a few moments he looked into my eyes, “Is there anything you’d like to know about sex, or sexual relationships?” “There’s a lot I’d like to know, I’m just not sure where to start.” I let out a slight giggle and quickly caught myself. “Sorry, I don’t want you to think I’m making light of it.” Eric swung his legs to the floor, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. Thinking I’d done something to upset him, I averted my gaze and looked down at my hands. “V…” he said, reaching his hand out to touch my knee, “I want you to laugh, and smile, and joke, and have a good time. I want you to be comfortable, relaxed. Laughter is a great way to connect with someone, and your smile is killer! How could anyone not want to see that gorgeous smile of yours?” I glanced up and shot him a quick smirk before looking at my hands again. He removed his hand from my knee and leaned back on the bed with his feet still on the ground. “What makes you so nervous?” I felt my anxiety creeping up on me. My heart started pounding in my chest as I tried to form a coherent sentence to explain all the things running through my mind. “Umm, well I don’t want the guy I’m with to think I’m not serious or mature if I happen to laugh because I’m nervous. I also have never done anything with anyone, I’ve never even been kissed. The entire concept is just scary. I always thought I’d wait until marriage, but I’m done waiting.” He folded his arms across his chest and looked lost in deep thought. After moments of silence, he looked me in the eyes. “V, sex is about fun. You should laugh, you should have a good time. If you’re with someone who doesn’t want that or thinks it’s immature that you’re laughing because you’re nervous or having a good time. That’s not someone you want to be with.” I nodded and looked down at my hands, “The other thing is, I don’t know how to start things. I’m nervous that I’m going to be completely awkward and that will be a huge turn off.” Leaning forward he laughed, “V, trust me you’re beautiful! There’s no way any man in his right mind would be turned off by you being yourself. As for you being nervous, just take your time. It’s all up to you. In a relationship between a man and a woman, the woman has the sexual power. Always ask your partner that. If his answer is anything other than that, turn your tail and run.” I smiled halfheartedly, I didn’t believe him, or anyone really, when they said I was beautiful. I’d been a bigger girl my entire life and usually people passed me by because I was “fat” and not the “ideal” woman society wanted men to like. “V, look into my eyes.” I could hear the smile in his voice before I looked up. My eyes caught his and I started blushing. I was feeling something I’d never really felt before, a connection, a sexual connection that was a new, exciting, experience for me. “I’ve been with all types of people, and everyone is beautiful in their own way. You are very cute in your physical looks, but your soul is beautiful and you have a very kind heart.” I smiled and looked away again, I could feel my entire body blushing at this point, which wasn’t something I could hide with my pale skin. “I want to do an exercise with you, are you comfortable with that?” “Umm...that depends, what kind of exercise?” I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable. Eric laughed again, “No V, not that kind of exercise. I promise we won’t even touch, we’ll stay right where we are. Do you want to try it?” I thought about it for a minute, trying to guess what kind of exercise he wanted to do that wouldn’t require us to touch. Maybe it was affirmations, word association, or something else. It was starting to feel like some sort of weird therapy session. “Sure, I can always leave if it makes me uncomfortable, right?” I asked, playing with my hair. He smiled his warm smile, lighting up his entire face. “Yes, of course you can. You’re a very smart girl, V.” “It’s really quite simple, I just want you to look into my eyes. No talking, no looking away, just look into my eyes for one minute.” I furrowed my brow, I was confused. Why did he want me to look into his eyes? The only way to find out was to do it. I took a deep breath, nodded my head, and looked into his beautiful grey eyes.
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He woke me up with a gentle kiss on my forehead. I slowly opened my eyes and smiled at him as I felt his weight shift on the bed.
“Good morning princess, how did you sleep?” I stretched my arms and yawned, letting out a small squeak in the process. “I slept really well, Sir. How about you?” He smiled at me and I saw a twinkle in his honey colored eyes. “I slept well, but I woke up to an issue this morning. I hope you can help me out.” I cocked my head to the side playing innocent, even though I knew the “issue” he was getting at. “What’s the issue, Sir?” He gently took my hand leading it down to his hard cock. I widened my eyes pretending to be surprised and gasped as a devious smile crept across his face. “Do you feel what you’ve done to me Princess? Just waking up next to you has gotten me hard and desperate to fuck you!” He leaned down and kissed me hard and I felt his member grow harder as he moved his hands to my breasts twisting and pinching my nipples. I started slowly stroking him. He stopped kissing me and grabbed my hand, taking it off of him. “Did I tell you to do that?” His eyes were turning into a deeper orange color, which told me he was more than ready for what was about to happen. “No Sir, you didn’t.” I shook my head innocently. Pulling the sheets off of me, he turned me over, face down on the bed. “I want that ass in the air, now!” I giggled to myself as I obeyed his command. Face down ass in the air, I felt his hand run along my cheeks. He chuckled and I heard him take in a deep breath before he let out a huge sigh. I felt a light slap on my derriere, and I moaned. “You’re going to count each spank once I get going Princess. You know the drill.” I looked back at him to see him admiring the sight of me on the bed waiting for his hands to start punishing me. A few more light slaps and he got started with the harder slaps, which turned into full on stinging spanks. With each slap I felt the heat from the redness on my cheeks intensifying, and I grew wetter and wetter. “I don’t hear you counting! We’re starting over!” His hand hit my backside and I moaned letting out a slight, “One” He laughed at me and bent down to whisper in my ear, “You’re going to have to be louder than that my dear.” He straightened back up and I felt his hand hit me again. “ONE” I yelled out Another slap, “TWO”. I felt my pussy throbbing with anticipation. Slap! “THREE”. His hand started rubbing the cheek he had been striking, and I felt him move over to the opposite side. Slap! “FOUR”. I felt my wetness beginning to drip down my legs. Slap! “FIVE”. Slap! “SIX”. A nice even number is where he usually stopped. I felt his hand gently rubbing my cheek, and kissing it occasionally. “That was a good girl, I’m proud of you!” His fingers started making their way from my ass towards my pussy. He positioned himself behind me and I heard him moan with approval. “You are so fucking wet! You enjoyed your punishment didn’t you?” “Yes Sir” I felt his hands on my hips and knew he was getting ready to enter me. His knees nudged mine further apart and I felt the head of his cock enter my tight pussy. “God Princess, I swear you get tighter every time I fuck you!” He moaned as he pushed himself all the way inside me, then slowly pulled all the way out. He proceeded to repeat this action, pushing himself in, then slowly pulling all the way out, each time I felt my wetness covering his shaft, then dripping down my legs. “You’re such a good little whore!” I felt one of his hands gently slap my ass again and I let out a loud moan.. “Tell me Princess,” he said, picking up the pace, “Who’s pussy is this?” “It’s yours Sir!” I shouted out through a moan. He was thrusting himself in me deeper and faster as he reached around to rub my clit. “Do you know what that means my dear?” I was lost in the pure pleasure he was bestowing upon me, and all I could do was shake my head. Pulling out he commanded me to lay on my back with my legs spread. Doing as I was told, he thrust himself into me and it sent a shockwave of ecstasy through me. “Princess you didn’t answer my question, do you know what it means?” Trying to pull myself back into the moment with him, I looked into his golden eyes, “No Sir, what does it mean?” He pulled my legs up resting them on his shoulders as he thrust deeper into my hole. I grabbed the bed sheets and arched my back, I was close to orgasm. Suddenly he stopped, as he lingered inside me he bent down to kiss me. “It means I own this pussy… and everything attached to it! Isn’t that true?” I nodded my head vigorously as he positioned one hand on my throat and the other just above my head to support himself. “I said, ‘isn’t that true’, slut?” “Yes Sir, that’s true. You own every inch of my body!” His hand gently squeezed my neck as he started fucking me again. I moaned and looked into his eyes with a look that begged him to let me cum. His hand let up and I took in a deep breath. “Ask me for it!” he said, squeezing my neck again. “Please Sir, may I cum?” I said, gasping for breath. Letting up again, he pumped faster and faster. “I don’t believe you really want to!” He had his patented teasing smirk on his face and once again he gently squeezed my neck. “Ask me like you mean it! Ask me if I will allow my pussy to cum!” I felt myself beginning to tighten around his cock, and I knew I was mere moments away from orgasm. “Please Sir, will you allow your pussy to cum?” He let off my neck for the last time and fucked me as hard as he could. I felt the rush of orgasm run through my body as I arched my back and let out a loud exhausted moan. “That’s it Princess, keep cumming just like that!” He continued to fuck me hard and fast, I felt myself cumming harder and harder on him. All of a sudden I saw the look in his eye that let me know he was on the edge of cumming himself. “Where do you want it Princess?” “Inside me Sir. Fill me up with your cum and remind me once again you own this pussy and everything attached to it!” A few more strokes and I felt the rush of his cum fill up my tight little pussy. He spasmed as he got every last drop out of him and into me. Collapsing on the bed next to me, we both laid face up staring at the ceiling trying to catch our breath. After a few minutes, he looked at me and pulled me close to him, wrapping his arms around me. “You are one dirty little slut, do you know that Princess?” I giggled and nodded as I breathed in his scent and relaxed in his arms. “I’m so glad you’re my dirty little slut. And I’m so proud of you for being such a good girl!” I kissed his chest, his chin, then his lips letting my tongue trace his teeth before sucking on his lip. He gently pushed my lips off of his, “Princess, are you looking for round two?” “I’ll take whatever you choose to give me. Your wish, your desires are my command.” I smiled sweetly as I looked into his eyes. He laughed and pulled me closer to him, “You are one of a kind, you know that? That’s exactly why you’re mine, you’re always going to be mine, I’ll always own you.” “Yes Sir, I am forever your whorish Princess.” Layla smelled so good, like a mixture of roses and vanilla. She was so close to me I could feel the heat from her body. As I was about to back away to give myself some air, she looked up at me with those baby blue eyes.
"Keep it together, Michael, " I reminded myself. Her smile lit up not only her face, but everything else around it. For months I'd been trying my best to hold back, to not allow my feelings to show. However, today every bit of her was getting the best of me, and she didn't even know it. "Michael," she said rousing me from my stooper, "what do you think of this shirt? I think it goes nicely with your eyes." I nodded in approval and saw the proud smile that swept across her face. The truth is I could've gone shopping for a shirt on my own, but I wanted to be with her, I wanted to see her, I wanted her. She continued browsing the shirts on the table, and I leaned in to get a whiff of her hair. That's where the rose scent was coming from, and it suited her so well. In a moment that caught me off guard she suddenly jerked her attention to my eyes, and gave me a small smirk. Instinctively I grabbed her chin and brought her lips up to mine, close enough to feel the breath between us, but not for us to kiss. I felt her breath quicken and her pulse start to race. She dropped the shirt she was holding and slowly closed her eyes. That face, that beautifully innocent face. "Michael, STOP," I said to myself. I released her chin and backed away. Layla's eyes slowly opened as she caught her breath. Running my fingers through my hair, I bent down to get the shirt and shoved it in her arms. "That one is a nice color," I said trying to act like nothing happened. She stared at me in a way I never wanted to see her eyes. Maybe she was hurt, disappointed, or scared of me. I turned around to look at shirts on a rack behind me, hoping she would collect her thoughts and let it go. "Michael, what was THAT?" I swallowed hard and wished I was somewhere else. I was attracted to her, what man in his right mind wouldn't be? Layla was funny, laid back, welcoming, and easy to talk to. She had a way about her that could calm anyone, and a trust in her eyes that let you know all your secrets would be safe with her. "Nothing," I said taking a shirt off the rack to seem like I was inspecting it. "This one has nice buttons don't you think?" I turned to look at her and saw annoyance on her face. I'd never seen her look that way which caused my stomach to drop. I caused that look, I caused her to become uncomfortable and now I was acting like an idiot trying to pretend nothing happened. "That wasn't 'nothing' Michael!" Placing the shirt unfolded on the table she marched up to me. "You can't do that to someone and say it was nothing. That was obviously something. Why are you scared to say it? Why can't you say it?" Her normal sweet caring voice was now stern, something she'd never shared with me. Placing the shirt back on the rack, I took a deep breath. I'd dealt with attitudes before, I'd dealt with bratty women before, but I had never dealt with someone like her. She had every right to be angry with me, but I wanted her to get an attitude with me, I wanted her to snap at me. Layla crossed her arms getting more perturbed, "Well?" she asked with an attitude that begged for correcting. There it was, in that moment flashes of punishing her crossed my mind. To see her in compromising positions, to hear her moan in pleasure and pain, to use my favorite paddle, crop, and flogger on her. I shook my head to bring me back into the moment. "It was something I shouldn't have done and I apologize Layla. Maybe it's best if we end this for today." I turned to leave but she raced up stopping right in front of me. "You're not going anywhere until we talk about this!" The fire in her eyes only made me want her more. Such a determined, headstrong woman. I knew she wouldn't allow me to just walk away. "Layla, I think it's really better if we drop this and meet up later in the week. This isn't a subject I think you're ready for." The moment those words came out of my mouth I knew I was in trouble. Annoyance turned to pure anger on her face. She was so angry she was shaking. Never seeing her in that state, I didn't know if she was going to make a scene, cry, or walk away. "Am I a child?" she asked quietly I shook my head bringing my hand up to my chin to rub it. I still couldn't get the images of her bending to my will, punishing the attitude right out of her, out of my head. "Layla you are such a sweetheart, so kind, so innocent. Compared to you I'm a depraved individual who does things for pleasure that you never could imagine." I expected to see shock, but was only met with a slight grunt and a head shake. "I'm normally very composed. I can keep my feelings to myself in public only to preform things you've never dreamed of in private. But you do something to me, Layla. I don't know what it is about you, maybe it's your kind nature, the innocent way about you. Whatever it is, you drive me crazy! That was a moment of weakness after months of holding it all in. "I know I should stay away from you, I know I shouldn't do this to you or to myself. I can't bring myself to corrupt you, to bring you into my world of sexual desires. You're too good for that. But I can't help it, I like being around you, I like seeing you, and spending time with you. "What happened just then, I promise it will never happen again. You deserve someone better than me, someone who won't debase you. I can control myself, and I won't put you in that position again. That's not the kind of relationship we have, we're just friends." For the first time I was unable to read her expression. The anger had faded and even though her face was expressionless I feared the worst. "Michael, I know you're a dom, I know you're into the lifestyle. That has never been a huge secret. What I don't understand is why you have this impression that I'm so innocent? I'm respectful, I was raised to be a lady in public, but trust me I've done and tried things that apparently you can't see me doing." She was more observant that I thought, or maybe it was that I thought I had hidden myself so well that I didn't see the obvious things I should've kept secret. Her confession only sweetened the idea of her being mine. I wanted to hear what a dirty girl she could be. I wanted to know all the things she'd done and had done to her. "The truth is, just now when you pulled me towards you like that, that's the most desireable I've felt in my entire life." I stood in awe of her as she stepped closer to me, her eyes never wavering from mine. "I want to be yours, if you'll have me." I stared at her wondering if it was all a dream, then she brought her hands up to my face holding it softly. "Will you... have me?" I grabbed her waist and pulled her into me, making sure she felt the full power of my touch. I leaned down and kissed her deeply hearing her softly moan as she put her arms around my neck. I ended our embrace by sweetly kissing her forehead and grabbing her hand in mine. "Nothing would make me happier Layla. Come now, we have much to discuss." These events are based on a true story.
It had been a while since he had paid any special attention to me. It never seemed like there was enough time in his day. However, on this day, during his free moments he took the time to text me, and I took advantage of the situation. "Hey Cupcake, how are you doing today?" "I'm doing okay, Sir. Missing you. How are you doing?" I was surprised when he returned my message right away. "I miss you too. What are you doing?" This was the moment I saw my opportunity. I knew if it really wasn't the time he'd let me know, but I had to try. "I'm just laying in bed, thinking about you, while touching myself. How about you?" The three dots appeared and it excited me greatly. I waited with baited breath for his response. "I'm taking a break before my next meeting. What has caused you to touch yourself this morning, Cupcake?" I smiled knowing my plan was working. I imagined him sitting at his desk working on paperwork, or reading emails, or some other mundane task to kill time before his meeting. "I had a really sexy dream about you, and I needed to relieve myself." "Really?" "I wish you were here with me right now, because I really need to feel you inside me." Silence followed and I assumed he had gone into his next meeting. A good morning of dirty thoughts turned into sexting was going to waste. Laying in bed the thought of touching myself was becoming a better and better idea. My Sir wasn't around, he wasn't responding to my message, and he never told me I couldn't touch myself. I slowly moved my hands around my body, caressing my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples as I felt myself getting wet. Just as I was reaching to my pussy, my phone chimed with a message. "I want to be there. I want to be inside you, fucking you until you're begging me to stop and beyond." He was trying to out sext me. I wasn't about to let that happen. "If you hadn't run off so quickly this morning, I would have woken you up with the sweetest, deepest, most passionate kiss. Then I would've nibbled my way around your jawline." "Cupcake, that sounds amazing! I would've enjoyed that. Maybe we can let that play out tomorrow morning." I giggled knowing this was his way of trying to let me know he was getting ready to stop texting me. He was gearing up for the moment he would step into his meeting leaving me to my own imagine and devices. "I also would've kissed my way down your neck to your torso, where I'd playfully bite your nipples while running my tongue around them." "OMG Cupcake! You know what that does to me!" "Of course, Sir. That's why I'd continue kissing my way down your body, sliding my hand down to your cock so I could feel it growing harder in my hand. I'd be incredibly wet knowing I was the reason for it getting hard with excitement." I decided to up the ante and took a quick video of me rubbing my breasts and nipples, then slowly trailing my way down to my pussy, where I made sure to get a shot of how wonderfully wet it was. I sent him the video knowing it would get me in trouble, but I didn't care. This was the most attention I'd gotten from him in weeks. "That's a bad girl! You know I'm getting ready to go into my meeting! Are you trying to make me hard?" I couldn't help but be a little proud of myself, I was achieving my goal and I loved it when he called me a bad girl. My pussy throbbed with anticipatory thoughts of what he might do to me when he got home, and I continued on. "Yes Sir. That is my intention. I want you to know how badly I need to feel your big, hard, cock in my tight, warm, little pussy. I want to feel you fuck me hard to teach me a lesson, to feel your hands around my throat as I moan your name. I want you to remind me who's pussy this is." I sent him another picture of myself with my vibrator in my tight hole, sticking out just enough to see that it was covered with my sweet juices. To my suprise, my picture was returned in kind! He sent me a picture of his hard shaft in his hand under his desk. "Are you proud of yourself little slut? You've got me touching myself at work." A huge smile swept across my face, it was such a turn on knowing I had gotten him to that point. I wanted him to want me that way, unable to keep his thoughts straight as he fucked me like the little toy I was. "If I was under that desk there wouldn't be any reason for you to be using your hand. I'd be showing you what a good little whore I am for you, Sir." "You are going to be in so much trouble when I get home! I'm supposed to be in my meeting right now, not daydreaming about my slutty Cupcake!" Before I could respond via text, he called me. "Cupcake!" his voice was stern, he wasn't touching himself any longer. "Yes Sir?" I tried to sound as sweet and innocent as possible. "Listen to me very... VERY... carefully, do you understand?" "Yes Sir," I replied with thoughts of delightful punishments dancing around my head. "I will be home at 5:30 this evening. This is what I expect when I arrive. I want the black paddle, red crop, and red flogger out on the bed. You will also check the restraints to see they are in good shape. The room will be lit with candles, and you... you my sweetest Cupcake, when I get home you will be in the bedroom, naked, on your knees facing the door, mouth open ready for me to fuck your throat so hard you'll have trouble speaking above a whisper tomorrow. Is that understood?" My eyes widened and I swallowed hard, I was completely speechless. He had punished me before, but this was raw dominance that I hadn't seen from him in a very long time. Secretly, I was loving it, I wanted to beg him to come home as soon as possible, but I knew he couldn't. "Cupcake," he said more sternly, "Am... I... Understood?" "Yes, Sir." "Good, now get your slutty ass to work, 5:30 will be here before you know it. Oh and Cupcake, you also owe me an apology. A 500 word written apology to be placed by the front door for me to read when I get home." "Yes Sir, I will do my very best to show you how sorry I am." "You don't know the half of it. Now get to work!" I laid in bed facing the wall as I heard him open the bedroom door and walk in. As he closed it behind him, I pretended to be asleep. He said something earlier in the day that hurt my feelings, and the moment he said it I knew he saw the hurt on my face and I saw instant regret on his.
It didn't change the fact that he said what he said, and he had yet to apologize for it. I felt his weight on the bed as he sat facing the other wall. He let out a heavy sigh as he laid beside me. "Are you asleep Princess?" He asked softly I didn't move or make a sound, I just wanted to go to sleep and discuss it in the morning. "I know you well enough to know you're not sleeping. I can read your body so easily." He turned towards me and held me from behind. "Are you still mad at me, Princess?" I wasn't mad, I was more hurt than anything, but I didn't know what to say to him. I didn't want to start an argument, and I didn't want to get all worked up to the point of crying. It was too late in the day for that, I just wanted sleep. He brushed the hair away from my neck and whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry Princess, I didn't mean what I said. Please forgive me." I adjusted myself and pulled the covers over my shoulder. "I'm not angry, I'm hurt. And I appreciate the apology but I'd rather not talk about it right now." I felt his lips on my neck giving me tender kisses. "I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry." I closed my eyes and got lost for a moment in his delicate touch. "Please let me show you how sorry I am." "I just want to go to sleep, Sir. I'm not in the mood." He gently turned my face towards him and kissed my lips. His kiss was long and passionate, his tongue tracing my lips ina loving yet teasing dance. His hands started to roam around my body, from my neck to my breasts stopping to tease my nipples. I let out a soft moan and felt him smile, "Does this mean you've forgiven me?" I tried to hold back the urge that had overtaken my body. I knew this was his way to prove he meant his apology, but I didn't want to give in so easily. "No," I said breathlessly, "I haven't forgiven you." He gently turned me on my back kissing and nibbling on my jawline, his hands pinching and twisting my nipples, causing me writhe and squirm with desire. Kissing his way down to my breasts he repeated his questions, "Have you forgiven me Princess?" Biting my lip to keep myself from moaning, I shook my head. "No, I haven't." "Then I guess I just have to apologize harder," he said, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, biting, sucking and tracing it with his tongue. I felt myself growing wet and my body aching for him inside me. Moaning softly I instinctively arched my back allowing him to take more of my breast in his mouth. I was so lost in what his mouth was doing, I didn’t feel his hand making it’s way down to my throbbing pussy. Feeling his hand rubbing it, I let out a slight gasp. “That must mean you’ve forgiven me” He and I both knew at this point I had forgiven him, but I didn’t want to give in. “Nooo,” I moaned. He moved his mouth to my other nipple and I felt his fingers part my outer lips leading his hand to run up and down my slit. I moved my hands to his head and began running my fingers through his hair, “Sir...I...I…” “Shhh, Princess, I know. Just enjoy my apology.” He kissed his way down my body stopping at my thighs. Positioning himself between them, he slowly parted them and kissed his way up my left thigh and down my right. As he kissed his way back towards my clit, I felt his hands digging into my hips. He pulled me closer to him, kissing my clit, then tracing his name with his tongue. With each letter I grew more wet, my moans grew louder, and my hands grabbed onto the sheets tighter. As I began bucking my hips he transitioned from his name to spelling out, “I’m sorry” over and over again. Just when I was at the point of climax, he stopped to look up at me. I let out a frustrated grunt and tried catching my breath. “I need to know you forgive me, my precious girl. You are my world, my light, my love, my Princess. I want to hear you say it as I make you cum.” I nodded my head in excitement, and his face went back between my thighs. With his tongue continuing it’s magical orgasmic dance on my clit while he snuck his fingers into my pussy hitting my g-spot in a sexy rhythm. Feeling the pressure building up inside me, I moved my hands from the sheets to his head and moaned louder, breathing heavier. His tongue and his fingers working in perfect harmony, I felt the urge to cum approaching. “I need to hear it, Princess.” He teasingly reminded me. As the rush of pure ecstasy hit me rushing pleasure to every part of my body in a mad rush, I moaned out “I forgive you Sir!” But he didn’t stop there, he kept working on me waiting for me to cum again. My body started shaking as he began nibbling at my clit. I felt the heat building up inside me, and I knew I was seconds away from cumming again. “Sir...I… I…” “That’s it, scream it Princess.” “I forgive you, I forgive you, I forgive you!” I screamed as I came again, before relaxing in complete exhaustion. As I was catching my breath, he made his way up to hold me in his arms. One hand playing with my hair, the other sweetly rubbing my pussy to assure me I’d been a good girl. He kissed my forehead and pulled me close into his chest, “Princess, I truly am sorry for what I said. I'm glad you’ve forgiven me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.” “I appreciate you and your apology, Sir. I love you for always wanting to protect and take care of me.” “That’s my good girl, I love you too.” “Good Morning Daddy,” she cooed in my ear as I opened my eyes. It was too early, I didn’t have to get up for work for another two hours.
“Princess, it’s early. Go back to sleep.” I said, wrapping my arms around her. She let out a soft giggle as she began running her fingers across my chest. I began running my fingers through her hair hoping it would lull her back to sleep. It was Monday and I didn’t want to be up any earlier than I had to be. Sweetly she kissed my chin and tucked her head into my chest. I felt instant relief believing she was going to be a good girl and go back to sleep. Relaxing back into a state between sleeping and being awake, I felt her kiss my chest. Letting out a soft moan, I let her know it was much appreciated. She continued kissing my chest, sweet little pecks here and there. All of a sudden I felt her move down my torso, and instantly I knew what she was doing. My eyes shot open and I looked down at the top of her head making its way down to my growing cock. “Princess,” I said teasingly, “What do you think you’re doing?” The only response she gave me was a slight giggle as I felt her hand gripping the base of my shaft and her tongue licking from base to tip. There it was! She wanted to wake Daddy with a blow job, it was very sweet of her. “Daddy, relax” I heard her sweet voice say before she took the tip of my cock in her mouth. She slowly slid all of me into her mouth as I gripped onto her hair. She was so good at pleasing me this way, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of her for waking me up this way. I felt her soft hands rubbing my testicles as he worked her mouth up and down my hard shaft. Hearing her gagging on me as she did her best to take all of me down her throat, I became more and more turned on. Usually I was the one to fuck her throat, but this morning she had taken it upon herself to use her skills to show me how proficient she had become. “Princess, you’re such a good girl for Daddy!” I said through my teeth as I tried to keep my composure. I felt her take me deeper and deeper into her throat, while her hands did their own skillful dance twisting around my shaft and massaging my balls. At this rate I was going to cum very soon, and I couldn’t help but slowly lift her head off of me forcing her to look up at me. “Princess, you want to make Daddy cum this morning?” I asked, grinning from ear to ear. Gasping for breath she nodded, “Yes Daddy”. I motioned for her to climb on top of me while I moved her painties to one side. She was incredibly wet, and I knew she was ready to be fucked. As she lowered herself on me, I thrust my hips upwards to crash into her. Moaning with excitement and surprise she leaned down and kissed me as I thrusted into her again. She was so tight, wet, and warm, everything about her body in that moment was screaming for me to make her cum. I flipped her back on the bed and perched myself over her plunging into her pool of wet desires. Holding her hands above her head the only sounds she could get out were moans and whimpers as I thrusted into her harder and harder with each stroke. I felt her tighten around my cock and before I knew it she screamed out, “I’m cumming Daddy!” I wasn’t going to let her off that easily, I kept thrusting harder and faster until she came again. After her third orgasm it was my turn. Holding her down on the bed, I gave it my all fucking her like we had just been in a bad fight and was begging for her forgiveness. In a flash of a moment. relief! I felt my warm cum filling up her tiny tight hole. Making sure it all stayed in her, I lingered inside her before I collapsed on top of her. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling trying to catch my breath. I felt her moving beside me and figured she was going to put her head on my chest as she normally did. However, I was quickly proven wrong when I felt her tongue licking all of our juices off of my now limp cock. “Daddy, we taste so good together,” she giggled as she continued to lick my cock clean. When I was satisfied with her cleaning skills, I pulled her up to rest her head on my chest. “Princess, that was a very nice way to be woken up,” I smiled as I gently rubbed her back, “But you woke Daddy up too early. I’m afraid you’re going to be getting a punishment later for it.” She nuzzled her head into my neck kissing right below my ear. “It was completely worth it Daddy” she whispered, trying to hold back a giggle. Soaking in sweat, panting, my wetness drenching the spot where I was restrained, Patrick’s fingers still inside me taking me to the edges of pleasure again and again. He had given up on the wand a half hour before.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Princess?” I nodded enthusiastically feeling another rush of ecstasy surrounding his fingers. I let out a loud, grunting moan. “I didn’t quite hear you,” he was smiling with a devious smile, “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Between my moans, grunts, and gasping for breath I managed to get out, “Yes!” Patrick leaned in closer to my face making sure our eyes met, “You’re forgetting your manners, little slut.” I closed my eyes getting lost in wave after wave of earth shattering orgasms. Suddenly I feel Patrick’s free hand grab my face forcing me to look at him. “Don’t make me repeat myself!” His commanding voice sent another shockwave through me. I knew if he had to repeat himself the consequences would be great. “Yes… yes… yes Sir!” I managed to eek out. His chuckle assured me I said the right thing, but the look on his face let me know he wasn’t exactly pleased. “Yes Sir…? I need you to finish it Princess.” Swallowing hard, I shut my eyes to get lost in another orgasm when I felt the sting of his hand on my face. I opened my eyes to see him smiling, but I knew he wasn’t pleased. “Yes, Sir… this... this is what I wanted.” He kissed me hard as I came once again, moaning into his mouth. He slowly slipped his fingers out of me and ended the kiss. “Now that’s my good girl. And I know you can take so much more.” Patrick stood up and undid my leg restraints. Crawling up on the bed he positioned himself at my entrance. Sticking his tip in, my body shuddered at the intimate connection with his. Slowly he pushed himself into me making my entire body quiver. “Keep still Princess,” he said mockingly as his pace quickened. The pure elation I felt from our connection was better than anything I had ever felt before. It was as if with every orgasm I became tighter and tighter causing his moans to ring out in a flurry of profanities. “Your pussy is so tight for me Princess, isn’t it?” “No,” I moaned, shaking my head back and forth. Grasping my throat in his hands, applying pressure ever so delicately he thrust himself into me with enough force to make me cum. “What was that you said? Your pussy isn’t tight for me? You’re just being difficult for the sake of being difficult.” He loosened his grip on my neck and thrust into me again. “No Sir,” I whimpered, “It’s not my pussy, it’s yours.” A huge, pleasing smile swept across his face as he continued thrusting into me faster and harder. “That’s right Princess, this is my pussy isn’t it? I own every inch of it!” My back arched as he hit a spot so deep within me I came harder than I had previously. At the same moment I felt him fill me up as he came hard, shaking, before collapsing on the bed next to me. Now both drenched in sweat and absolutely exhausted, Patrick reached up to undo my wrist restraints. Pulling me close into his chest, he rubbed my back and held me tight. “You are so amazing Princess! I am so proud of you!” He kissed the top of my head as I buried my face into his chest. “Thank you, Sir.” I heard him chuckle once more, “Oh by the way, you can move now.” Even the thought of Gregory's proposition was better than I could've ever imagined. He was what I was looking for to be eased into the lifestyle. Patient, caring, experienced, and his physical features were only accentuated by it all.
His deep blue eyes and warm smile were the first things I noticed about him. His lips were full and soft, but I knew they could be deceiving. I was sure those lips had uttered harsh punishments and commands when it was warranted by his past submissives. I was also sure they could give a very good submissive tender kisses in places that would make her writhe in pleasure for days. Compared to my pale skin, his had a natural healthy tan and although I could see he had scars on his hands and face, it only added his magnetism. Aside from his eyes and lips, his hands were the next to draw my attention. Much larger in size than my own, rough but supple I was aware that under the right circumstances they could be as hard as necessary. He was just over six feet tall with an average "dad bod", his hair was thinning which prompted him to shave his head, however the mix of grey in his beard gave away his age of 45. Most people would think he was an unassuming normal man, but that was part of what drew me to him. Gregory was very approachable, easy to talk to, and I loved that he didn't judge me for the questions I asked or for my inexperience. The decision to become his submissive seemed like an easy one to make, but I knew I had a lot to take into consideration. Yes, Gregory was experienced. Yes, he was willing to be patient with me and take all the time I needed to feel comfortable in the lifestyle. However, I was growing nervous. It was a huge step for me to even consider. Up until that point I had been in relationships where my thoughts, my feelings, my wants came second to my partners. The boyfriends I had in the past seemed like good people at first, but after a few months their true nature would emerge and I would be scrambling to figure out what I had done to change their feelings towards me. Even though Gregory seemed like he was different than the others, I was still apprehensive. I didn't want to get into another situation where I was taken advantage of, or used as someone's puppet. To be honest, it took a lot for me to be attracted to someone and Gregory hit all those boxes. I was making a huge decision. If I said no to Gregory my life could continue as it was and I wouldn't have to worry about all the nuances of a lifestyle I knew very little about. However, if I said yes it could be a great adventure. It would be a chance for me to explore parts of my mind, my sexuality that I'd never been brave enough to acknowledge. I needed to talk it out, I needed to have more questions answered before i could make a final decision. The only person who could give me those answers was Gregory, and I knew he was just a phone call away. I picked up the phone to arrange a meeting with Gregory and my heart instantly began to pound. I'd never felt this way, and for a moment I pang of doubt entered my stomach. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath then looked at my phone to call him. Gregory's voice was full of excitement as if he was a teenager hearing from his crush. "I'm so glad you called me Daisy, I was hoping to hear from you." Quickly regaining his composure, he steadied his voice making it more normal to his personality. "What can I do for you?" I was envious that he could be so in control of his feelings, and yet here I was almost too nervous to speak. "Can I meet with you, I want to discuss your proposal." "Daisy... I thought you'd never ask." I sat on my heels hands behind my back, just the way Patrick liked. I slowly opened my mouth and heard his chuckle.
"Now, I didn't say for your to open your mouth just yet did I Princess?" I felt his hand on my chin lifting it up slightly, "But you are so very beautiful when you're ready to please me." The sound of him unzipping his pants tugged at the core of my essence. I wanted him, I needed him, and I was going to do anything to make sure he knew it. Gathering my hair in one hand I felt the head of his hardness circling my lips before he dipped his cock slowly in my mouth. My tongue danced around the tip as I licked it hearing him moan. Nothing turned me on more than hearing him moan because of me. Placing my tongue at the very tip, I began to suck. His hands wrapped around my hair tightly as he slowly forced himself further inside my mouth. I felt his hardness grow as he began fucking the back of my throat. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I gagged. His moans filled the room and it became my only focus. Nothing else mattered but his pleasure, his moans. Not the wetness between my legs, not the lack of oxygen, not the slight sharp pain as random strands of my hair were pulled out of my head. After the nice gift he gave me at dinner it was the least I could do for him. Abruptly he pulled himself out of my mouth and I gasped for air as he did the same. "God Princess, you are such a hungry little slut aren't you?" "Yes Sir," I said before he shoved himself back inside my mouth. I knew he was close to orgasm, he was fucking my throat harder and faster. I gagged louder, but soon his moans of pure extacy drowned out any other noise in the room as I felt his warm cum fill my mouth and drip down the back of my throat. His taste was indescribably delicious as it always was. "Wow, that was amazing Princess! You are such a good girl, when you want to be. Now get on the bed." I jumped up with eager anticipation and laid face up on the bed. Patrick took my blindfold off and looked deep into my eyes as he rubbed my cheek gently with appreciation. He placed the blindfold on the nightstand and made his way around the bed locking me into my restraints. "Now this is how I'm going to guarantee you don't move." A sly smirk swept across his face as he sat next to me on the bed. Moving his hands across my body, I gasped as he kissed my breast before giving my nipple a flick of his tongue. While his mouth was giving my nipples much needed attention, his hand made it's way down to my slit and I felt his fingers slide effortlessly in. A rush of warmth filled me and squirmed as he kissed his way down my stomach. Patrick stopped before moving past my navel and looked at me, "squirming is moving Princess, keep still." He and I both knew it was an impossible task. The way he touched me was too good for my body not to respond. Patrick stood up and walked to the foot of the bed where he kneeled smiling. "I felt how wet you were, but now I can see it for myself. I think if I touch you there's no doubt you'll cum. But remember you were a bad girl and I'm supposed to be punishing you." He kissed his way up my inner left thigh before pausing, skipping over my pussy, he kissed his way down my inner right thigh. I groaned with frustration and I heard him chuckle once again. His hands began to trace my outer lips, I couldn't stand it, I needed it, I needed to cum. "Please!" I shouted out in annoyance. I felt his finger lingering at my entrance, swirling around the opening making me more wet. I tried to move down towards his hand to help his finger enter me. But my efforts were in vain. "My little wanton whore. I might just leave you here to think about what is it you just tried to do. Remind you who is in charge in this room. In fact I think it will do you good to think about the consequences of your actions while I get ready for your next punishment." Patrick stood up and walked out of sight, even though I could still hear him close by. I let out a loud frustrated sigh and tried to center myself. My ass was slightly sore from the flogging, my pussy dripping wet with anticipation, and my face covered in my ruined makeup. My mind began to wander as I heard him shuffling and sifting through drawers and the opening of cupboards. After what seemed like a half hour, he reappeared in my line of sight with a bottle of water and my favorite wand. I smiled and giggled knowing what was about to happen. "You're pretty pleased with yourself aren't you Princess?" I nodded my head vigorously, "Yes Sir, I always am." "You've been quiet since you got home, are you okay?"
He had been pushing his food around on his plate, barely eating any of it. "It's nothing to concern yourself with, I'll be fine." His voice sounded cold and distant. I picked up my plate to take it into the kitchen and noticed he was bouncing his leg up and down, something he only did when he was anxious or angry. I placed my plate in the sink and quickly turned around to sit next to him. His blank far off expression was very concerning to me. "Jared," I said placing my hand on his, "talk to me." Throwing his fork down, he ripped his hand away from mine. Placing his head in his hands he ran his fingers through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. "If you don't want to talk about it I understand, but I'm here to listen. Whatever it is you're going through you can tell me." Slamming his fist down on the table he glared at me as if I'd wronged him in some way. His normally clear and beautiful emerald eyes were red from tears he had cried, perhaps on his way home. "Alicia! I said it's not your concern, just drop it!" he growled at me through his teeth. "Whatever concerns you, concerns me!" I snapped back at him. Jared threw his chair backwards as he stood up from the table. As he paced around the dining room I felt a knot in my stomach. He had inflicted pain upon me for pleasure's sake and that I could handle, but this was something that I was actually afraid of. "Alicia, what don't you understand? What's bothering me is NOT your concern! You think that you are entitled to every part of my life because you're my submissive! You think that makes you special, but at the end of the day you're nothing more than a tool for me to use for sexual gratification! So keep your nose out of my business!" He stormed off into his office leaving me shocked at the table. Jared's words cut me deep. At my core I knew he didn't mean what he said, but it still hurt because I knew his intention in that moment was to hurt me. After an hour and a half of giving him space I lightly knocked on his office door hoping he wouldn't bite my head off. "Come in." I quietly walked into his office to see him sitting in his chair facing the window his back towards me. Walking around to the window I kneeled in front of him, placing my head on his thigh. He began stroking my hair, a sign his mood had softened. "I'm sorry Kitten, I didn't mean what I said." His voice back to it's calm demeanor. "I know Daddy. Thank you for the apology." I said looking up into his eyes. He continued to stroke my hair as he let out deep sighs, he was still in deep thought and I hoped he would tell me what brought on his outburst at dinner. After several minutes of silence he gestured for me to climb up on his lap. I snuggled in close to his chest, smelling the mixture of his cologne and his natural scent. Kissing the top of my head I felt his entire body soften. "It's been a hard day for Daddy, Kitten. I've been lost in my own inadequacies, my faults, my anxiety, my depression. It's not something I should've taken out on you. But it's also not something I should burden you with. I'm here to take care of you, my precious Kitten." I heard a crack in his voice, he was holding back tears, and I held on to him tighter in an attempt make him feel safe. "Daddy, you do a wonderful job taking care of me, and I appreciate everything you do for me, for us." I lifted my head off his chest and pulled his chin down for our eyes to meet. "I'm also here to take care of you. I know you think you need to be strong all the time, that you need to be the protector, the provider, the Daddy. But I'm here to look after your needs as well. No matter what faults you think you have, or however you're feeling, your Kitten is here to make sure you have what you need physically, as well as emotionally." I snuggled back into his chest and held on to him. Jared kissed the top of my head again and hugged me tightly. "Thank you. You are such a good girl, Kitten. I'll be sure to remember later to give you a reward." |