“Do you think not being perfect makes you any less of a person? Any less beautiful or intelligent than anyone else? Everyone had something bad in their past they’ve had to deal with. They are no better than you unless you give them that control.” I pushed my fingers through her pussy lips to slide two fingers into her. The couple on the stage had started their scene and added moans of lust to our hushed conversation.
“It’s how I learned to deal with it, to hide from it.” She arched her back and spread her legs farther, welcoming me into her body. Her eyes were focused on what was going on before us.
“I don’t want you to hide from me. Ever. I want you to know I can be trusted with all your secrets, all your pain. I am here to help you deal with them and no longer fear them.” I brushed my lips against her ear as I spoke. My fingers thrust in and out of her as she rotated her hips around them.
“I don’t want to hide from you, sir. I want to share every part of myself, but I am scared. Not of you. I’m scared of myself. I’ve tried facing my past and all it did was make things worse. It’s easier to try to forget it ever happened. Try to live with what I have left instead of lose more.”
I was impressed she was still so coherent and responsive to our conversation when it was clear her body was fully involved with what I was doing with my fingers, plus the added stimulation of the couple who were fucking on the stage. Then again, it was likely that with all the distractions going on, she didn’t realize how much she was sharing with me. That had been part of the reason I had wanted to share such a personal talk around others. It helped me peel back some of her protective shield without her realizing she was lowering her guard.
“Then wait. Wait until you trust me enough to know I will be there to stop things from getting worse. Trust me to support you and protect you because that is all I want, Precious,” I murmured against her skin as I breathed in her scent. Deciding I’d pushed enough for one night, I shifted my focus back to the stage. “I want you to watch that couple, hear the couple’s moans.”
“Yes, sir,” she gasped, and it was like she finally realized what she was watching. She tightened around my fingers and I increased the speed at which they were thrusting into her.
“Does it excite you to watch other people having sex? Do you like hearing them moan from pleasure?” I tugged on the chain connected to her nipples causing her to whimper.
“Yes. I never thought I would, but with you touching me, it’s incredibly sexy,” she answered, leaning her head back against my shoulder.
“Do you want me to fuck you where other people can watch and hear us? Hear how good I make you feel?”
“Mmm, yes.” I think she surprised even herself with her answer as her eyes fluttered closed before opening again.
“One day soon, I will take you without the blindfold so you can see the lust you inspire in others while I give you everything you need in front of them. Not tonight though. Tonight you aren’t allowed to come, which is such a tragedy. If only you’d picked excess, you could be on the other side, experiencing as many orgasms as I could give you until you begged me to stop and even then I would give you more.” I pressed my lips to her head and bucked my hips against her ass letting her know how willing I was to do just that.
Her body started trembling around me and her muscles clenched tighter on my fingers telling me she was on the brink of release, so I pulled my fingers from her on a sigh. Orgasm deprivation could be so sweet and torturous at the same time. I was used to denying myself pleasure, but she was not and having that control over her thrilled the side of me that survived on control.
A whimper left her throat but for once she didn’t say anything to try to encourage me to continue. She knew how the game was going to go.
I sat with her fluids running down my legs from how turned on she was as I played with her breasts and we watched the couple continue to fuck. My cock ached to be the one doing the fucking, but I liked waiting. Part of me liked knowing it was me in control, not the beast who hung between my legs, although from time to time he took over.
Slowly I circled her nipples and tugged on the chain, making her cry out. A smile spread over my face — that was one sound I couldn’t get enough of.
The couple on stage finally climaxed and the Dom helped his sub off the stage. It wasn’t long before another couple took their place. It was a female dominant and her male submissive. She swiftly restrained him to the cross and I could tell from the shift of Alix’s hips she was intrigued by the new pairing. I didn’t think she’d seen a female top a male in the club before.
“Never seen a Domme?” I asked to be sure. She shook her head and sat up straighter; surely she didn’t want to miss a thing since it was new to her. Always curious, my Precious was. Walking around her sub, the Domme slapped at the man’s erection, making him moan.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked, shocked.
“Sure, but he likes it too. Just like you enjoy when I slap your pussy or your ass,” I shrugged, thinking it was the best comparison I could give. She sat forward when the Domme unrolled a whip and stepped far back from her sub. I wanted to laugh at how excited she was to watch, and not in the normal way. I didn’t think she was turned on, but more interested to learn about the whip.
The entire time the Domme whipped her sub and he cried out, Alix didn’t move. She was entranced. When the Domme put on a strap-on, the spell was broken and she leaned back on my chest.
“I don’t think I’d like the whip, sir,” she said softly.
“You have nothing to worry about there. It’s not something I enjoy myself. There are many other methods to bring pain and pleasure that are much more efficient to me.” I rubbed up and down her arms, reassuring her. Really, my biggest issue was that a whip required so much space between the Dom and sub when I’d rather be close while administering pain. It allowed me to make sure my sub was on the same wavelength I was. Less chance of going too far. Plus, it took a lot longer to heal from the open wounds that whips tended to leave behind. I didn’t want to not be able to play how I pleased when I pleased.
As the Domme took her sub with the dildo she’d strapped on, Alix moaned with the sub as he arched his back, begging for more from his mistress. Again it was the sounds of others’ pleasure that did it for her, but she was watching closely so maybe it was starting to also be the sight of watching others as well.
Adjusting her on my lap, I made her spread her legs over both my thighs and my cock slipped between her legs to glide along her slippery folds. My hands held onto her hips and hers came down to grip my wrists as I rotated her over my cock, letting it bump against her swollen clit in the process.
She seemed to have completely forgotten we were both nude and that pleased me. I wanted her uninhibited side, all rational thought gone as she simply gave herself to me because I wanted her to.
Soon she was rotating her hips with mine and arching against me, begging me for more. It wasn’t enough friction to get her off, but it was turning her on to feel me slide against her. One moment I was pushing against her and the next I was in her. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but the angle had been perfect. My heart raced having her clamp down on me, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pull out of her, not since I was in her and she was still rotating her hips with wild abandon.
Yanking her back, I pushed a hand against her shoulder blades, making her lean forward. Her hands braced against my knees as I thrust up into her at the same time my hands forced her to rock against me.
“Yes, just like that, Precious,” I groaned. I reached around and tugged on the chain between her breasts and she pushed harder back against me. My other hand slid up her back to sink into her hair and yank her head back.
“Oh, Master,” she cried out, but continued to move as much as she could against me.
With a glance, I saw the couple on the stage was really going at it and I was determined to have my sub making just as much, if not more noise than hers.
“Yeah, tell me
how good it feels,” I instructed Alix.
“I love having your cock fill me, sir. It’s so hard and feels so good stretching me. You make me so wet with the way you control me,” she cried out loudly. Knowing she had dropped all her walls and was giving me all of herself had my balls drawing up and my cock throbbing even more. Nothing turned me on like having Alix submit to me and hand me all that she was.
A few thrusts later and I couldn’t hold back much longer. I reached up and unclipped one of Alix’s nipples and she cried out while clenching down on me. When I did the other side she screamed and I lost it. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I held her down as I thrust erratically against her until I spilled inside of her.
I sucked Alix-scented air into my lungs as I tried to center myself again. She leaned back with me, breathing hard herself.
“I didn’t come, Master,” she said proudly as I gently rubbed my fingers over her stomach.
“You are such a good girl. I’ll have to reward you later for it,” I sighed contentedly until I felt my softening cock sliding out of her. Both of us groaned deeply when the last of it slipped free. It took me a few minutes to finally have the strength to move again, but when I did, I helped Alix to her feet. “Come, my love, we are done here for tonight.”
I scooped the nipple clamps off the floor before clasping Alix’s hand with my opposite one. After a brief stop in my room to redress, I threaded our fingers together and we returned to my car. The ride to her house was more relaxed than the one to the restaurant had been, at least for me.
Once we were inside her place, she locked the door and leaned back on it.
“Would you like a drink? A glass of wine perhaps?” she asked, wringing her hands together. How she reverted back to the shy woman amazed me.
“A glass of water or juice would be great. You can have wine if that is what you prefer,” I said. As tempting as it would be to have a glass of wine for what I had in mind, one drink was one too many in my world. When she left the room, presumably to go to the kitchen, I walked through her house. I knew exactly where her bedroom was so I headed there.
By the time she found me, I had run a hot bath and lit the few candles I could find.
“What’s this?” She looked around as she held out a glass of what appeared to be grape juice for me. In her other hand was a glass of wine for herself.
I set my glass on the counter before wrapping my arms around her.
“This is the next part of our date,” I murmured before taking her lips.
Chapter 7
Alix
I squeezed my glass of wine as John kissed me deeply. While the kiss was passionate, it was slow and tender. I swooned into it. He’d never kissed me quite like that before.
He pulled back, took my glass from me and set it on the counter next to his before reaching up to pull my dress off. It pooled around my feet and he took a step back to look at me, really look at me. He took his time running his eyes over my body. Finally he held out a hand and helped me step out of my dress.
Taking his time, he helped me out of each of my undergarments, which I had hastily put back on before we left the club. When I was naked, he motioned for me to get in the tub. He guided me into the scalding water, and I gasped at its heat. I loved that even though he could be so demanding and unrelenting, he also had a sweet, tender side. He always made sure I was getting everything I needed before I could even ask for it.
“It’ll feel good once you’re all the way in. Trust me,” he said, smiling.
“I do,” I answered automatically, because I did. There might be certain things I wasn’t willing to share yet, but I did trust him more than I ever had before. Sinking down into the tub, I held my breath, but once it was up to my shoulders I relaxed and blew out a long, calming breath. “You were right.”
“I know.” He stripped himself before climbing in behind me. The water nearly overflowed, but I didn’t care. Let it ruin the whole room, it’d be worth feeling John pressed against me, massaging my shoulders and arms while he kissed the sensitive skin of my neck.
Slowly I felt every single muscle in my body relax from the heat and his ministrations. His hands slowly cupped my breasts before teasing my nipples. Moaning, I arched against him and felt his arousal against my back. One hand slid down my stomach until he reached my clit. Moving in a lazy circle, he teased the nerve-filled bud until I was moving against him, trying to get him to go faster.
“No, Precious, slow. This is going to last,” he breathed against my damp skin. Still he moved calmly, farther down, until his fingers found my opening and pressed inside me. His free hand moved to tease my other nipple while his fingers found a leisurely pace gliding in and out of me.
It was exactly what I needed, where I needed it. Biting my lip, I tried to hold back my moans and hide that I was close to the edge, but again, he knew my body as well as I did and pulled out of me.
“Get out of the water,” he instructed me, then lifted me under my arms until I pushed my feet under myself and stood. Grabbing a towel, I wrapped it around myself before turning to give him a confused look. He followed me out and slung one around his hips. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tugged me into my bedroom. Once we were next to the bed, he removed both our towels.
I climbed onto the center of the bed and lay on my back, knowing that was how he liked me. Smiling, he crawled onto the foot and spread my feet apart. His smile grew wider as he looked up the center of my body to meet my gaze. Having his eyes on me while his beautiful face lit up set me on fire. My pussy was crying out from not being allowed to get off. I had to fight to now writhe my hips as need coursed through me when my eyes dropped to his erection that begged for attention.
“Beautiful. Every single inch,” he said, lowering his head between my thighs. His tongue slid all the way up my crease and he looked at me again. Licking his lips, he said, “So delicious.”
I fisted my hands in the sheets, knowing I could never hold off an orgasm when his mouth was on me — he was too good. Unlike every other time, though, he took his time licking every inch of me before dipping between my swollen lips and teasing my clit, then my opening and even my rosette before moving back up to the top of my slit.
He’d barely touched me and I was already breathing fast. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I convulsed from the sudden shot of pleasure that came from the single point of my body. He gently flicked the swollen nub as two fingers pressed into me. Just like everything else, they moved slowly in and out, tormenting me.
I didn’t think I could take anymore. Thankfully, he seemed to sense it and moved up my body. He stopped to trace my nipples with the tip of his tongue before finally bringing his mouth to mine. My lips parted instantly and I could taste myself on him.
Shifting his hips, his erection found my opening and slowly entered me. Pushing off the mattress, he shifted his hips against mine and even though I tried to align our bodies, he made sure it he didn’t slip in me. As he looked down at me, one of his hands slipped down to position himself at my entrance and he smiled. He decided when. His finger flicked against my clit before his hand moved up to cup my cheek. Slowly, he rocked against me and I wrapped my legs around his calves and tightened my arms around his back. Once his balls rested against my ass, he stopped to slow steady movements.
“You feel so good, Precious,” he sighed before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
“Yes, but it’s not enough,” I groaned. I didn’t care if I got another punishment, I needed to come.
“But it is. Relax and leave it to me.”
“I’m trying,” I whimpered. I could never get off with slow and easy. It had to be hard and fast to get anywhere.
“No, you just think you are. Calm your mind. Trust me to give you what you need,” he said, his warm breath mingling with mine while his weight pressed into me.
Taking a deep breath of my own, I thought only of John and our night together, him sliding in and out of me, his body against mine. I felt it t
hen, the building of an orgasm. As soon as I focused on it, it disappeared and I let out a frustrated groan.
“I can’t.”
“Try again. You can.” His voice held so much patience and love I couldn’t help but listen.
When I felt the gathering of pleasure, I ignored it as best I could and stayed focused on his slow thrusts and the friction of my nipples against his chest. The look in his eyes as he gazed down at me. The trust, the acceptance that I’d never found anywhere else, it was all right there.
“Come, Precious,” John said, and I did. I exploded around him. My nails dug into the flesh of his back, my eyes clenched closed as every muscle tightened painfully before releasing into a completely relaxed state. “Good girl.”
As I recovered from my racing heart and rapid breathing, I found John kneeling over my chest. His hand slid up and down his length as he waited for me to float back down.
“Suck me off. Coat your throat with me. Mark it as mine.” His eyes glowed in the dim light. He was only inches from my face. Taking a moment, I took a mental picture of him with his hand riding his cock as he stared at me. It was me that turned him on that much and a spark of happiness shot through my entire body.
Licking my lips, I lifted my head and took him into my mouth. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked his erection as deep as I could. Cradling his balls in one hand, I wrapped the other around the base of his cock, the part I couldn’t get in my mouth because of the angle. It only took a few strokes before he fisted his hand in my hair and shouted my name as come spurted down my throat.
“God, I think I love you,” John said still breathing hard as he moved back down the bed to pull me so I rested on his heaving chest.
“No, you love my body,” I joked, resting a hand under my chin as I looked up at his face, but he didn’t smile or respond, simply met my gaze for a moment.