Her nipple had plumped between his fingers. She may have been a ‘newbie’ to pain and sex, but her body responded. Daniel might have wanted to sit and talk it out – he was the office man for a reason, after all.
And he knew that sitting in chairs and pretending that she hadn’t gushed all over her thighs when he’d whispered in her ear, when he had twisted her tit, well, that wasn’t the solution he thought would be most …beneficial. There was a Daniel word, beneficial.. No, he wasn’t feeling civilized. He wasn’t feeling polite. He wasn’t thinking about manners, jobs, resolutions and solutions.
He was thinking about a nipple growing hard between his fingers.
He was thinking about a woman who had a violent orgasm from sexy words whispered in her ear.
He was thinking about that woman cumming down her legs, her scent wrapping them into a sexy hazy cloud of pure lust.
Normally, Dane was calm, thoughtful. He could stand back and be objective about any slut, any submissive. He could carry on a conversation about flyfishing while whipping ass. He could finger a cunt to multiple orgasms while thinking three steps ahead to the next sensual torment he would deliver.
This? Was not his normal.
Ellie couldn’t think. She could barely breathe for the heavy knot of lust that seemed balled in the middle of her throat. As Dane steered her into the gym, she tried to gather her muddled thoughts.
“Wait,” she began, her voice a thick whisper. Clearing her throat, even as he continued to tug her forward, she tried again.
Her feet stopped moving, and he turned to look at her. His face was scowling.
“Why are you mad at me?” she spoke without thinking.
“Mad? I am most definitely not mad.”
“Your words say one thing but your face says something entirely different.”
“Yeah, and my cock is saying something else, too.”
Her eyes fell to his crotch before she could think. She swallowed hard at seeing the very large lump there before looking back at his face.
“Big feet,” he said.
It took a moment, just a flash, for her to process his words. Her eyes widened, and shock painted across her face, until the laughter burst forth. She doubled over laughing, holding her belly.
“OH MY GAWD,” she guffawed.
“Stop,” he said. But her laughter was infectious, and he began to chuckle as well. From the doorway, Daniel watched the pair laugh wildly. He hadn’t heard what Dane had said to her, but whatever it was had dispelled the terrible hunger that had flared between them. Still, regardless of Dane’s words, they were going to hash this out.
“Okay, you two nut jobs,” he began, but they were too far gone in hysteria to hear. Grabbing Ellie by her arm, he lifted her from where she was crouched on the floor laughing madly. He pushed Dane, also laughing, back a step.
“Both of you. Breathe.”
It took a few minutes, some wiping of laughter tears, some deep breaths, flashing smiles. Hands up, he waved away any explanations. He knew just talking about it would set them off again.
“Ellie, I know you’re new to this.” He waved a hand around the gym. On the walls hung all manner of things. Whips, chains, ball gags, things she couldn’t identify. “Believe me, we tried to keep you out of this, knowing you were vanilla.”
“Excuse me what? Vanilla? That sounds condescending.”
“It isn’t. It’s just a way to designate someone in the lifestyle from someone who is not. It’s not a judgement of how anyone lives their lives.”
“No matter how boring it is.” Dane interjected.
Daniel shook his head, sending a scathing look at Dane.
“You’re not helping here. Lots and lots of folks have vanilla sex and are perfectly, completely happy.”
“And are almost always the same righteous people who deny that kink is okay, that kink is evil, unnatural, and abhorrent-“
“I’m not talking about judgement, Dane. We’ve had this conversation a million times. The guy who fucks his wife in missionary for his entire life is no better, no worse than that the guy -you- who slaps his consenting partner around, ties her up, then fucks her sideways. It’s just comes down to what makes each of us tick. And yes, they might call us sick fucks. And yes, we might call them boring vanillas. In the end, none of that matters. Because what gets you off, gets you off. Period.”
Ellie was fascinated. She’d read that book, oh yeah, and hadn’t believed half of it. It was perverted, but it had made half the world horny as hell. And she knew there were spanko’s and knew that people used things like tying to the bedposts or handcuffs, but that seemed just a slightly darker version of the whole vanilla sex that the men were arguing about. What Dane was talking about sent shivers up her spine. And made her pussy weep.
“I want to try it. Try some more of it.”
When she spoke, both of them turned to her, one with a smile, one with a frown.
“Ellie…” Daniel began.
Daniel looked at Dane. His friend for almost his whole life, a man he trusted. A man the community trusted. A well respected Dom, and someone not given to wild impulses. He’d never seen him so enthralled. It might be interesting to watch this unfold.
“Okay,” he said, stepping back. “I’ll be in my office.”
Turning, he walked back through the gym, leaving the pair looking at one another. He’d seen the hunger in both of them. It was time to let it run its course.