thanks for your patience, pervie peeps. The flu hit my kiddo and I hard and fast. Finally back to normal…whatever THAT is. And…back to writing… ~n~
He was standing outside of her door. Her feet were tangled in her sheets, and her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her mouth was dry, her hands trembled as she tried to untangle herself.
She finally kicked herself free and stood for a moment, adjusting the hard metal belt that nestled snugly between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed, mimicking her racing heart.
He was standing outside her door.
Her phone chimed and she reached back to her pillow for it.
“Well, are you going to let me in, or should I be making other plans for the day?” She grinned. Even his texts sounded impatient.
“Imcumg” she replied.
“That has yet to be determined…”
She shook her head, smiling. Equilibrium returned with the laughter. Pausing in the living room, she realized that she was only wearing the belt. Had she ever answered the door naked before?, she wondered, before unlatching the lock and opening the door a crack.
“Hi,” she said, feeling shy suddenly, all but hiding behind the portal.
“May I enter?”
His eyeball peered through the crack, his tone dry, but edged with his typical impatience.
“Yes, yes, sure. Sorry.”
She pulled the door open, still standing behind it. The awkward feeling, mixed with embarrassment.
“Are you coming out from there, or should I go?”
For a moment, just a second, she wanted to say ‘go’. The door was tugged away from her hand, closed softly. A finger lifted her chin.
“Cold….feet?” he said, one finger flicking her nipple.
“Look at me.”
“Won’t, more to the point. Up here, girl.”
His finger now tapped her nose, and rather firmly at that. Her eyes popped up to meet his. Though she wanted to melt into the carpet, he held her just there, just with those steely blue-gray eyes of his.
“Tell me what’s running through that head of yours.”
It was not a request and she recognized that instantly. It was full-Dom voice, and coupled with that look, she found herself stammering a reply.
Taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled her across the floor. It was move quickly or have it torn from her breast; she moved. Little squealing sounds came from her, but he ignored them. Sitting on her sofa, he pulled her down, hard and fast, across his lap.
She squealed one final time as his fingers snapped off her now tender nip. A hand pressed against the back of her head, another across the small of her back, and somehow she was laying ass up while the metal band of the chastity belt she still wore ground into her waist.
The hand on her head remained, the other hand began attacking her ass. Blow after blow, varying in intensity, keeping her wiggly on his legs. She yelped. She yelled. She squirmed, and moaned, and gasped. The pain was burning through her, not just her ass, but burning through embarrassment, and tension. Finally everything simply drained from her. Limply she lay over him, her body trembling, her ass hot and throbby.
The hand on her head gathered a fistful of hair, pulled her up and off with it. Her mouth opened in a low moan as she knelt at his feet, his hair-wrapped hand holding her close, keeping her steady. Her breathing was deeper now, no longer the fitful gasps of near-panic as had been the case only moments before when she’d opened the door to him.
He looked at her intently, his eyes just burning into hers. Her head moved fractionally, until he nodded it more vigorously with that hank of hair.
“Say thank you Sir”
“T-thank you….Sir,” she whispered. He pulled her closer, until she was nestled between his thighs.
“No more shyness?”
“You’re a very silly slut.”
“Well…I am…uh…well….you know…”
Her eyes fell again, then lifted when the fist in her hair tightened.
“What? I didn’t seem to hear that teeny tiny voice of yours. Which is especially shocking coming from you. For even the short time of our acquaintance, I’ve never known you to be so faint of heart nor voice.”
He could feel that switch again, as she moved from bashful to irked. Good. She needed pushing. He continued, aiming his words like tiny darts. They were meant to get her dander up.
“Always so sure of yourself, and here you are, all wimpy and mewling at my feet. I must say, I’m surprised. So much for all that blustery bravado.”
Her eyes shot up.
“I was NOT blustering. I’m brave, damn you! But right now, I’m naked”.
“N A K E D.”
She was not quite shouting when she repeated herself. But her dander was up, and the shyness was gone. How dare he call her a…a wimp.
“And …you’re not.”
She pointed at him, plucking at his jeans.
“And…and…well, I was just feeling a bit of NORMAL nervousness. Which SOME Doms would be gentle and caring about.”
“I am always gentle and caring. Didn’t you feel tenderness as I slapped your ass?”
“That was NOT tender. Tender-izing, maybe. But tender? Don’t make me laugh.”
“Well, I suppose I could have started with the cane. Perhaps you should be shown the difference between tender and…not so tender?”
His smile, those eyes. She shuddered as a fresh gush of lust surged through her. He was a bastard, because she knew that he knew what he was doing to her. Making her not feel shy.
And turning her on.
“Are you going to take this archaic thing off me?” She plucked at the belt around her waist.
“Now wait…you didn’t even stop to think about your answer…it just…just spurted out of your mouth! That’s just really ….bastardy… of you.”
“I do believe you’re changing the subject. And we’ve already discussed that I’m a bastard.”
“What subject was that?”
“Pick one. There have been several already. The “should I use the cane” subject perhaps? or better yet, the naked subject. That oh-so-pitiful ‘i’m naked and you’re not‘ subject. Tsk. Really?”
He let a fair amount of derision flow through his voice. She was nearly there. Nearly.
“Well, ah, do correct me if I’m wrong but I AM naked. And you are NOT naked. So we’re on totally unequal footing here.”
His head cocked, his eyes danced, even as the tiny upward quirk of his lips foretold some awful damn Dom comment. Damn him for looking so fucking sexy while doing his best Bastard act. Then again, it likely wasn’t an act at all.
“Little girl, did you ever even remotely assume that there would be equal footing here?”
He threw back his head and laughed. She punched him. Not too hard. But right there in his guffawing belly, oh yes, she planted one on him. He stopped laughing. He looked at her in something akin to shock.
“You so totally deserved that.”
“In East Bumfuck, do submissives routinely beat on their Doms?” His tone was bland, deceptively so.
“Well, no. But…we’ve yet to determine if you are my Dom. I know,” she held up a hand to forestall him, even though she was still sitting at his feet, his hand still tight in her tresses.
“I know you’re a Dom…that’s more than a little evident. Last night notwithstanding, and this fucking thing,” she said, her fingers tapping the metal band. “I said I wanted to fuck you…but now I’m wearing this and you’re acting all Dommish, and, well, I don’t know the rules. You don’t know my limits. And I’m confused.”
She paused, then placed her hands on his thighs, rising up on her knees to put her face closer to his.
“And horny. You’ve made me incredibly, unbelievably horny. And I didn’t think I’d ever want to be this way with a Dominant man again. Yet here I am. And if you don’t fuck me soon, I could die of the wanting.”
“There you are. Was that so hard, little one?”
She looked at him.
“You confuse me! Was what so hard?”
“To admit to yourself that you want me. To understand fully that I do want you. And to understand that I won’t fuck you until we come to an understanding. Ergo, your belt. It stops temptation in both of us, you know.”
“Oh. I guess I didn’t…I mean…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. She was so confused! And gods, so horny too!
“I told you last night I wanted you…”
“You weren’t ready. That was lust. Hormones. Not a thinking reaction. Yes. We played. And play can be fun and stimulating…and non-sexual. You can be turned on, and I can be turned on, and still not have sex. For some, that is the fun. The denial, the wanting, but not the getting. You needed time to think through this, and not just let lust carry you away.”
“Your spanking turned me on.”
“The spanking was to settle you. To stop your panic. To give you a different sort of release.”
“Yeah, but I really need the other kind of release, too!”
Hearing the almost-whine in her voice, he smiled.
“And I don’t mind that, not at all. Your delayed gratification is very…gratifying to me.”
She actually growled. Then, unexpectedly, arched up on her arms, hands braced on his thighs, and planted a kiss on him, one that could have melted concrete. He was really glad he’d left the key at home on his dresser. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when he told her. Eventually.