Chapter 28 #2
“Look at me. Eyes open,” I command.
His eyes shoot open as he bites his lower lip, his chest flushing with arousal. I hook my fingers in his boxers and slide them down his thick, strong thighs, his cock springing free of the waistband, the tip glistening with precum.
Oh, how I want to taste it, feel him filling my mouth to the back of my throat, tasting his saltiness on my tongue, driving him to the point of maddening frustration before letting him come. My core clenches with the thought of it.
Yes, Miss
“Undress me, but don’t touch me. Do you understand? Your fingers are not to touch my skin.” I rise to stand in front of him.
His brow creases in confusion as his hands start with the shirt buttons.
An intense look of concentration plays upon his features as he focuses on keeping the clothing away from my skin.
The shirt slides from my shoulders, and his gaze drops to my skirt.
His deft fingers fumble with the zip at my hip, dropping it when they brush my skin, his eyes shooting to mine.
I smile and nod, urging him to continue.
The zip slips open, and my skirt drops to the floor, leaving me standing in just my black satin bra and thong.
I place my hands on his chest and push him back towards the bed until he falls onto the mattress. I straddle his hips, lowering myself down to sit at the top of his thighs, his cock hard and standing up between my thighs. I reach for the belt and hold it up to show him.
“I want you to sit up and put your hands behind your back for me.” He pushes himself up to sit, and I kneel up to move behind him. I wrap the belt around his wrists and pull, making sure they’re secure.
My hands move round to his broad, thick chest, the fine covering of dark hairs coarse under my fingertips. His large, solid body makes me want to break him in the most delicious of ways, this big bear of a man, begging for relief
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and pleasure only I can grant him. I run my fingers over his scalp and grip his hair, pulling gently.
“Tell me, James. Do you want me to suck your cock? Run my tongue up and down it, take it deep, and make you moan for me?”
He lets out a low moan that vibrates through his chest. “Please, Iz.”
“Is that a yes or a no? Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what? We have manners now, don’t we?”
“Yes, please.” He grunts as I pull his head back harder, moving aside and making him fall back to the bed.
“There's a good boy now,” I croon. I kneel between his knees, desperate to taste him, to give him the pleasure he’s given me, knowing he wants it so much. I want to make him groan. Make him beg.
I push his legs further apart and run my hands up his thighs, scratching my nails up his legs, feeling his thigh muscles twitch and tense up under my touch and relax as I plant soft kisses on my way up.
Seeing him lying there, tied up, makes me want to play, to tease, to drive him to the point of begging.
But not tonight. Tonight is for pleasure, learning each other’s desires, and most importantly, building up trust.
Yes, Miss
I run my hands up to the top of his thighs, letting my hair brush over him.
I trail my tongue up his inner thigh until my nose is against his balls, tight now with arousal.
His breathing is more staggered, his eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure.
I drag my tongue up over his balls, taking each one into my mouth in turn, sucking and rolling my tongue around them, eliciting low moans of pleasure out of him that make my pussy wetter with each one.
Fuck, I love giving head.
I rise up and run my hands over his hips and up his stomach, my tongue running up the underside of his cock. I flick the tip of my tongue under the head of his cock and wrap my lips around his length, sucking and swirling my tongue around him.
I take in the beads of precum that have leaked from him, savouring the musky saltiness. His loud, guttural groan of pleasure has me taking him deeper. I suck him in until he’s buried deep at the back of my throat, suppressing my gags, swallowing and breathing deep.
I slide him in and out of my mouth, sucking and pulling more precum from him, his groans getting louder each time I take him deep, the taste of his precum driving me wild and wanting more.
“I’m close, please…” His hips buck up to thrust into my mouth. I pull back, his cock popping out. I sit back, leaving his cock exposed to the air.
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“Not yet, sweetheart,” I purr and stand between his thighs, his eyes tracking my movements, hungry for more pleasure, more touch.
I unclasp my bra and let my full breasts spill out, climbing over him.
I sit back on his hips, my hands roaming over my breasts, my fingers pinching and pulling at my nipples.
“Fuck, I want them, Iz,” he moans, hypnotised by the sway of my breasts in front of his face.
“These?” I ask innocently, lowering myself until they brush up against his lips, his tongue darting out to lick them.
I lower myself further until he sucks my breast into his mouth, his tongue flicking gently over my nipple, sending pleasure sparking through me.
I pull my thong to the side and grip his cock by the base, guiding his tip into my entrance.
His eyes meet mine as I sink onto him, my head falling back with the overwhelming feeling of fullness and stretch his thick cock gives me.
“Oh God,” I cry, rocking my hips on him, his eyes fixed
on mine.
“You’re so fucking tight on me.” His head falls back, his cock twitching inside me. “Oh, Iz, don’t stop.” His hips buck up to grind deeper into me, my breasts bouncing with the impact.
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I lean back, resting my hands on his thighs, and grind my hips down harder on him, his cock hitting that sensitive area inside me, building up speed, feeling my own climax building.
"Oh shit, oh… James," I cry as I come hard on his cock, my whole body shaking and trembling with each wave that hits me. James cries out a long, loud moan as his body tenses up and his hips rise and grind into me, his own release ripping through him. His thick, hot cum fills me in spurts.
As we come down from our own climaxes, our bodies slick with sweat and blissful afterglow, we look at each other and grin.
"Shit, that was amazing," James sighs. I climb off him and tell him to roll over, aware his hands have been tied under him for some time, not that he’s mentioned it. As I undo his belt from his wrists, I stroke where the red marks are left, thinking how good they look on him, how I want to leave more marks, little reminders of our fun. But for now, that’s for another day.
We lay there, sated and spent, my head on his chest, his strong arm around my shoulder holding me close. His body is warm and soft with that underlying firmness from hard work. I trail my fingers over his chest hair as he kisses the top of my head, his lips brushing through my hair.
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"Was that okay for you? For the first time?" I ask, wanting to gauge his thoughts on restraint and being told what to do. I’m acutely aware he’s never done anything like this, and I don’t want to push him too fast. Subs often come in with an attitude of no limits, ‘I’ll do everything’, but when they start to play out scenes, they quickly realise what does and doesn’t do it for them, and that list changes fast. They don’t realise how dark and twisted a dominant’s mind can be.
"It was great, Iz. Couldn’t you tell?" His laugh rumbles through his chest. I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him.
He lies there, eyes closed, long thick lashes splayed across his cheeks, full lips upturned in a smile. His flushed cheeks and messy hair give him that freshly fucked look that makes me want round two.
I stroke my hand over his cheek. "Look at me," I say softly. He turns his head slightly toward me and opens his eyes, gaze slightly glazed but sparkling in the lamplight. "Promise me you’ll use your safe word or colours if anything’s too much."
His smile falters slightly, and my heart drops. Was this too much? In my eyes, this was nothing. Just hands tied. What if he’s vanilla after all? Would we still work?
"Isabelle," he says quietly. "I’ve always wanted to be dominated like this, but tonight was very light for what
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I’d like. I want you to take me along with you. Show me your depths so I can learn mine. I trust you not to hurt me." He pushes a stray lock of hair from my face. "Please stop worrying. I’m a grown man now." His cheeky smirk returns.
His reassurance lifts a weight off me, but I can’t shake the thought; Why am I so hesitant? Any other sub at the club, and I’d have pushed them further by now.
He rolls to face me, draping an arm over my hips, fingers brushing my ass before gripping and pulling me flush against him.
The warmth of our bodies tangled together means that sleep catches us unawares. For the first time, I feel what I’ve been missing; company, security, safety. His strong arms give me all that and more.
I’m half-awake in the early hours, the sound of one of my neighbour’s cats yelling bloody murder in the garden pulling me from my deep sleep.
The dawning light and the realisation that James is still asleep next to me make me jolt wide awake.
We have work in three hours, and neither of us have a car with us.
Nor a change of clothes for James. I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom, feeling the tenderness between my thighs from where he had been.
I’ll feel him there all day today, and I know what that will do to me.
I slide back under the blankets as he rolls towards me and pulls me close.
I nuzzle into his chest, the hairs soft against my cheek, and I wish I could call in sick
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today and stay here, but the two of us being off would throw the department into chaos and look so bad for us.
"You have a noisy brain," he mutters sleepily.