Dark Duet Box Set
You took me to the most expensive restaurant in town.
You were so elegantly handsome in your dark suit with your brightly patterned yellow tie.
It always amazes me how I hunger for you when you’re in your suit.
Even though I’ve seen you dressed thusly a thousand times, my body melts at the sight of you.
I always pretend your tie needs straightening, and when I lean close I breathe you in.
Oh, god, musk and man—things clench deep.
Dinner was stoic, you were unaccustomedly quiet.
Usually you tell me in brutal detail what you have planned for me later, or dessert, as you call it, enjoying my blushes and sexual discomfort as I scissor my legs.
You’ve even gone so far as to command me to remove my panties under the table and hand them to you, where you unobtrusively smelled my scent and then placed them in your pocket.
You’ve ordered me to unbutton my silk shirt so my lacy covered tits are teasingly revealed to your heated gaze.
Tonight you sit there, intensely staring at me with your jaw ticking.
You attempt to start a conversation, but you are obviously at a loss for words.
Abandoning said attempt, you attack your food, ignoring me.
My stomach drops. I’m getting more nervous as the dinner continues, chewing my lip and just pushing the delicious food around on my plate.
My mind is working overtime, this behavior so out of context with your nature that I’m ticking off things in my brain that I could have possibly done.
“You’re not eating, baby?”
Your voice jars me out of my reverie. I look up at you and I guess my expression showed you how totally lost I was feeling. You toss an insane amount of money on the table and are instantly at my side, pulling me up and against your chest. Lips to my forehead.
“Let’s go home.”
Placing your hand on the small of my back, you expertly weave us through the restaurant.
You give the valet our ticket, and as soon as he leaves to get our car, you’re pulling me into your arms, your mouth devouring mine.
Your hands are on my ass, pulling me up against your raging hard on.
Oh. My. I return your ravaging of my mouth with some savagery of my own, biting and nipping as your tongue recedes.
My hands undo your belt and are inside your pants palming your cock when we hear an embarrassed cough behind us.
I’m still giggling at caught like two horny teenagers as you practically push me in the car. You buckle my belt and attack my mouth again as your hand slips under my skirt and you find me soaked. Growling against my lip, you slide two fingers deep, not caring if the valet is getting a show.
Moaning, “Oh fuck!” into your mouth, I ride your fingers.
I feel bereft and empty when you leave to get behind the wheel.
Your two fingers are still glistening with my juices and I watch you suck my essence off of them.
Oh my fuck. My need is palpable in the air, hazel eyes slanted towards green and hooded with a lusty stare at you while you expertly pull out into traffic and start to speak.
“Last night was a night I never wanted to end. You have always let me possess your body in any way I want or need. I’ve never experienced your willingness to let me ‘own’ you with any other.
” You pause for a minute and look at me, chuckling.
“You may touch yourself if you want. You may come. It would please me.”
I hesitantly slide my hands between my thighs and work my clit as you requested.
You groan but continue, “When you surrendered your ass to me, when you trusted me to handle you with care, to go slow, and of course I did, until you were thrusting that sweet ass onto my cock and begging me for more, you were wild beneath me. When I felt you come, your ass squeezing me tight and contracting around my cock… I’ve never heard you make sounds like that before, and I can’t wait to hear them again. ”
Your words are pushing me to the edge. I’m circling my clit, sinking two fingers deep, watching as your jaw ticks and your nostrils flare. Your voice is deeper and gravelly when you continue.
“You knew I hadn’t come yet, the throbbing evidence of that was buried to the hilt in your ass.
You changed yet again, becoming the seductress, telling me how fucking good I felt in your ass, and then you rock that sweet ass up and down my throbbing cock, you whispered when you ask me if I liked the view, if I liked to watch my cock disappear balls deep inside you.
You were begging me to fill your ass with my cum.
Oh my fuck, baby, did I fill you! I came so hard and for so long that you came for me again. ”
Oh. My. God! That fucking does it. I’m coming all over my fingers!
“Good girl,” you whisper.
When I’ve come back down to earth, you continue, “I’ve purchased a few things for you and they are in a box on our bed at home. I’m going to surrender to you, I’m going to give you my trust.”
I must look somewhat confused. You say that it will soon become crystal clear.
We travel in silence the rest of the way, me practically purring from my release and the words that pushed me over, you lost in your thoughts. We pull into our driveway and you tell me to go inside and fix you a drink and to go open my gift. You say you’ll be waiting for me.
You’re still in the car while I fix your drink.
I leave it on the dining room table and go inspect my gift.
I hear you come in as I lift the top off the box.
What I see shocks me, but only for a moment.
Then I’m overcome by a wave of tenderness.
My strong, totally dominant man is about to let me “own” him.
You trust me enough to surrender to me. I remember teasing you a few months back that if you wanted to fuck my ass that you had to be willing to let me fuck yours.
I pull out the harness and set it on the bed, finding edible massage oil in cherry flavor.
Underneath is a cup-less black lace eyelet bra with matching garter and stockings.
Of course, the matching panties are MIA.
I quickly change into the lingerie and pull my curls into a sexy ponytail on top of my head.
It takes me a minute to figure out the harness.
The dildo is about an inch around and maybe five inches long, made out of that expensive, almost fleshy feeling silicone.
I’m sure you hear my stiletto heels echo on the wood floors as I search you out.
I walk into the study and find you gloriously naked in front of the full length window, the moonlight peeking through the trees and leaving the most decadent shadows on your body.
I know you’re letting me get my fill of you, the perfection of you.
Finally you turn around. You seem relieved that I had on your gifts and the oil in my hand. You walk up to me and kiss me deeply. Your hands are everywhere, as are mine. We make out for a bit, fanning the desire. I finally break away, grabbing your hand, and lead you to the bedroom.
I push you down onto the bed, my lips starting at your neck and working my way down to each nipple.
Tongue swirls, teeth nip, and lips suckle one while a hand pinches and tweaks the other.
I’m greedy for the taste of you. I have to have you in my mouth.
Stealthily, I work my way down to your gorgeous cock.
I have you gripped in one hand and settle my lips on your head, letting them slowly slip over just the tip of you.
I stroke my tongue right under the hood of your mushroom head, dipping my tongue into your slit to coax out the precum that I love.
Oh, God, I’m so fucking turned on by you.
I swallow your cock, press my nose to skin, and inhale your sexy man and musk smell.
I swallow against your head and suck hard while I stroke my tongue up and down under your base, making slurping noises and drenching you with my saliva.
From the sounds you’re making I don’t think you care…
I work my mouth up and down your cock for a few minutes.
I release you with a loud pop and huskily whisper, “Turn over, baby. Surrender to me.”
You turn over on your hands and knees, looking at me over your shoulder.
I liberally apply the edible cherry massage oil to my hands and I have one hand pumping your cock as the other hand massages your ass cheek.
I lean in and run my tongue from the base of your balls all the way up to your ass.
I rim your puckered hole with my tongue.
Oh, God, the sounds that you make as you press back.
I dip my tongue into the forbidden. Mmm mmm…
again…oh, God, you’re moving on my tongue.
Oh, fuck, my thighs are weeping. I fuck your ass with my tongue and pump your cock until I sense you are in a lusting frenzy.
I liberally put oil on your ass and all over the dildo and I place it at your eager asshole, teasing you with the tip. You press back.
Oh, God, the tip breaches you. I have to say I’m beside myself. This is one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever witnessed. Gently, I move forward as you gently press back. We are doing this mini fucking with only half inside you. More oil and we both advance another inch.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, “we’re almost there.”
Fuck, you press back, and you order me to fucking move and to fuck you. If I don’t, you’re going to bend me over your knee and spank the shit out of me. I start fucking you, the friction of the harness against my clit about to send me over again, but I won’t let myself come until you say I can.
The pleasure is unimaginable. I feel your cock swell and I know you’re close, and as if on cue, you command me to come, and I do, screaming your name, calling you a fucking god as I fuck your ass, my very vocal pleasure pushing you over and you cover our pristine sheets with your seed.
We collapse together, dildo still inside you.
The reversal of roles tickles the hell out of me and I really start giggling, remembering that you still dominated me from the bottom.
You start laughing with me and finally say, “Baby, do you mind?”
Blushing, I gingerly remove the dildo and harness.
We make out and laugh like we were teenagers until we drift off to dreamland wrapped up in each other’s arms.