0 comments/ 12991 views/ 3 favorites All Mine By: shall_not_tell We had been out for a wonderful evening. A hot, new restaurant had opened downtown, and, after a pair of fashion martinis at the bar, we were seated at a great table. The cuisine was creative, handsomely presented, and delicious. We laughed, we touched, we talked for what seemed like hours. You insisted on a second bottle of wine, and I couldn't resist your infectious giggle. Later, we emerged into the cool, fresh air of a late spring evening, a little tipsy, very hungry. Our plan had been to drop by a piano bar, but, after we gave each other knowing looks, I instead hailed a taxi for the hotel. Though the cab ride was short, we made the most of the darkness. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, we were on each other. Our kisses were immediately ferocious, and our groans surprised even the seasoned driver, who watched us discretely in the rear view mirror. I slid my hand up your thighs and under your dress and pulled aside your thong, amazed at the heat and wetness already there. First toying with your lips, and then sliding two fingers deep into you, I could tell you were already close. At the same time, you had unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. I had been semi-erect all night, and was now fully at attention, your petit hand stroking me hard, your other cupping my balls and scraping them gently with your nails. Faster and faster we played, tensing into each other, trying to keep quiet with a sealed kiss, but only succeeding in getting each other hotter with the involuntary moans and purrs we shared. With impeccable timing, just as we pulled into the hotel, we exploded. As you came, clamping down on my fingers and mashing your clit into my palm, I broke our kiss and pushed your head down on me, catching your cheek and chin with the first blast of my cum, you then capturing me deeply and swallowing the rest, sucking me dry. Considerately, the driver paused in the parking lot while we finished pulsing and tensing. But, with a wry grin, he didn't wait long. At the moment we both uncoiled and gasped simultaneous deep breaths, he drove directly to the valet. We scrambled to arrange our clothes, even as the attendants opened our doors. I paid the driver and walked around the side of the cab to meet you, still hard but safely tucked in, a bit disheveled, but little the worse for wear. As you emerged from your side of the cab, however, you were the picture of recent sex. Your hair, which you had worn up, had mostly fallen where I had handled you. Your dress, a short little black number, had ridden up your thighs and was still there as you swung your beautiful legs out of the car. Your face, still wet from me, had both a fine sheen of perspiration and the deep glow of a woman recently satisfied. Catching the stare of the young valet, you brought your finger to your neck, wiped up a sticky bead, and brought it to your lips, licking your finger clean. Speechless, he stood there agog, holding the door open long after, laughing, you and I went inside. Once back at the room, our initial fury satisfied, we readied ourselves for another round. Undressing together, we drank a little water and took our time, not needing to hurry, in love and happily anticipating the rest of the night. As I emerged from the bathroom, you were on the bed, nude and propped up on one elbow, a sight to behold. "God, you are so gorgeous," I said to no one in particular. You smiled, and beckoned me closer, curling a finger to me. Smiling back, I shook my head and, pulling out our "bag of tricks" from the suitcase, I silently pointed to the heavy rosewood coffee table in the sitting area. Beaming, you slid off the bed and padded softly to the table, standing and waiting for me. At the sight of the bag, your breathing deepened and quickened, your pulse rose, and your nipples immediately hardened. You like the bag. Knowing what comes first, you pulled your hair back and turned away from me. I reached around you to tug at your nipples, nibbling your neck and pinching at the same time. Your knees almost buckled from the sensation, and you leaned back into me, turning your head and kissing me hungrily. We stayed like this, kissing softly, the tension building, our imaginations arousing us, our bodies begging us to get started. As I let go of your breasts to pick up the bag, you spun around, knelt, and took me in your mouth again. Already, I was hard as a rock, and I took a moment to watch you, on your knees, your hands on my hips, licking and suckling me, loving my cock, worshiping it. You are so beautiful and all mine. The thought brings me to the edge, and I back away, eliciting a disappointed, "oh," from you. "I don't believe I gave you permission to speak," I said, my tone changing slightly, "perhaps we need a reminder of who's in charge." Although, you couldn't see it, you could hear the smile, now a mischievous smirk, still on my face. Taking a handful of your hair, I led you, still on your knees, to the coffee table. Carved and heavy, it was long, narrow, and had a smooth surface and gracefully rounded edges. Bringing your hips to touch the short end closest to us, I pushed you forward, bending you at the waist, and lowered your body down to the smooth surface of the table. Startled by the coolness, you hunched your back when your hot nipples pressed into the wood. After reaching into the bag to get out velvet ropes, I pulled your arms in front of you along the sides of the table and secured your wrists to the legs. Taking a second pair of ropes, I went to your thighs, spread them apart, and tied one to each of the aft legs. Satisfied you weren't going anywhere, I picked up the phone, walked over to stand above you, and dialed. "Hello, I'd like a bottle of Champagne and a bowl of strawberries brought to room 214, please. Five minutes? Very well; goodbye." "Why didn't you order that before…" you said, lifting your head and straining against your bonds. The crack of my hand across your ass, hard, cut you off mid-sentence and caused the air to rush from your lungs with a startled "shhhhht." Drawing a deep breath, angry now, you again started, "Listen, you son of a bitch, the cab was one thing…" "CRACK, CRACK, crack, crack, crack, crack, CRACK," I answered, swinging hard and fast. The pain silenced you, and I could see tears in your eyes, not so much from the spanking, but from the humiliation you knew was coming, that you were powerless to resist. You were very angry. Your body shook with rage, and you pulled hard at the ropes, but they held fast. We sat in silence for a while. I said softly, "you must not speak." "Please, I don't want… CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Over and over, I swung. Answering your every objection with force. Again and again, I lashed at you, turning your ass red, making it hot and tender. Finally, you gave in. Your body slumped flat on the table, your arms limp, your legs splayed lazily to the sides. You sobbed softly, and I stroked your back gently as you felt the release, felt the serenity of relinquished control, felt me accept responsibility for you. For this moment, I owned you, and you depended completely on me. I took the position of authority seriously, and you trusted me completely. You knew I would never allow harm to come to you. A soft knock broke the silence, but you did not stir. Resigned to accepting whatever fate for you I chose, you laid motionless, breathing slowly. I opened the door and told the waiter to set the tray on the bed. An older gentleman, he smiled and nodded, walked into the room, scanned for the company he deduced I kept, and lurched to a halt upon seeing you. Frozen, he neither moved nor spoke. I repeated, "On the bed, please." Slowly, he moved, his eyes never leaving yours. As he reached the bed, your face, passive until now, broke into a tranquil smile, and realizing the scene before him was an act for his benefit, he regained his composure, set the tray down, and said with a wink, "Enjoy your evening, sir." I signed the tab and allowed him to let himself out, staring down at you with pride. You had done well, my love, and it was time for your reward. Plucking a strawberry from the bowl, I held it to your lips, and you ate. I went back to the bag and selected a toy I knew you liked. As I held it up to the light, it projected a pattern of white and colored slivers on the nearby wall, its transparent Lucite form acting as a prism. The plug was long and thick, with a narrow neck and a flared base, complete with a small ring to grasp. Seeing it, your pupils dilated and you licked your lips involuntarily. You wanted it. Opening a small tube of lubricant, I coated first the plug and then your ass, surprised, when I touched you, by the inferno blazing there. Looking closely, I could see you were dripping and engorged, your clitoris peeking out from under its hood. You were ready, and I wasn't going to make you wait any longer. Pressing the plug against your anus, I rocked it fore and aft, pushing harder with each thrust. I looked at your face and watched your eyes widen as the pressure built. "Relax, baby, relax, " I told you. Forcing yourself to unwind, to accept it, you felt it pop through and slide in, nestling into place after the widest part had passed. You worked your jaw and I could see you wanted to say something, but you had remembered and remained silent. "You may speak, now," I said. "Oh, God, I'm so fucking full. Oh, fuck me. Put it in me. I need it now. I need it right now. Do it." The words tumbled out, desperate and without hesitation. Your tirade's intensity called me to immediate action, and as I positioned myself behind you, I wondered just who, exactly, was in control. Spreading your cheeks with my thumbs, I placed the head of my now purple cock between your lips and drove it in. We both shouted now, so wrapped up in our own pleasure that we cared not about the other guests, the staff, or anything but the perfect sensations we felt. I slammed into you again and again, rocking your body into the table. Each time I bottomed out, my pubic bone hit the plug's ring and jammed it forward, giving you the sense of being penetrated twice. Your coherent words had left you and were replaced by animalistic grunts and filthy gibberish, "Fuck. Don't. You. Ever. Stop. Fuck. My. Ass. Harder. HARDER." Looking down at the scene before me, a scene of my own creation, I stared, detached for a moment, in awe. I watched myself hammer at this beautiful, frenzied, wanton woman, her hair stuck to her back with sweat, her mascara running, her eyes unfocused, her breathing hard and fast, her lips parted, her teeth bared. Feeling my release and wanting you to come with me, I grabbed two fistfuls of your hair, yanked your head backward, and told you to come, now. Amazingly, you regained your composure long enough to taunt me, closing your eyes and smiling, relaxing, resisting. I knew what you wanted. Letting go of your mane with my right hand, I raised my palm once again and brought it down hard on your ass, searing your skin and brushing the ring at the same time. "Yes. Again. Yes. NOW. YESSSS!" you screamed as I hit you again and again, exploding deep inside you, bucking and heaving, shaking and contracting, coming over and over. After what seems like ten minutes of reverberations, I collapsed on the floor next to you, reaching wearily under the table to untie your bonds. You groggily rolled off the table on top of me, and kissed me passionately, your arms curled around my neck, your head buried in the crook of my shoulder. I stood, picking you up and carrying you to the bed, setting you gently under the covers, pulling out the plug (you jumped a little when I did, and we both giggled) and taking it to the bathroom on my way to wash my hands and get some stemware. I opened the bottle of Champagne and poured us each a full glass. Crawling under the sheets with you and pulling up the covers, I handed us each a drink and we gulped greedily, our bodies depleted and thirsty. Setting the glasses aside, we stared into each other's eyes, smiling, not needing to say anything. But we both did, and together whispered, "I love you," as if on cue. Giggling again, we kissed, curled together, and fell asleep. All Mine Pulling aside her knickers I caught site of her perfect pink pussy. I had seen Kate so many times, had imagined what she looked like underneath her clothes, and now I found a thin delicate line reaching up towards a small patch of dark curly hair. I looked up at her, her small pert breasts gently rising and falling with sleeping breath, eyes closed, dreaming in twisted drunk images and visuals. Her mouth hang open slightly, caught how she had collapsed with arms flailing and legs giving way beneath her. It had not taken much for her to get drunk. Vodka and beer quite a combination of intoxicants. At nineteen, Kate was in full womanhood. Skinny with long slender legs and small ample breasts, she had an ass you could lose yourself in for days. I had watched her saying goodbye to her parents as they filled the car with suitcases. Another holiday in the sun. I had watched her like I had always watched her; with fascination and lust, mentally undressing her and teasing her skin with my hands. Bending her over and squeezing her cheeks. Licking her body all over. She had flirted with me on many occasions. Taking out the dustbins we had convened together at the end of our drives. A thin-lipped smile winking at me and the over-use of make-up were signs of a young girl trying to impress. I was in my late twenties, and she had a thing for me. An older guy, more experienced, good looking and relatively sophisticated, charmed with easy communication and eyes that said 'yes', caught a lot of girls off-guard. Kate liked to flirt. A childish giggle and a 'whoops, look at me' attitude allowed me to tease her with gentle jibes and the occasional flirtatious touch. I let a day disappear after watching her parents drive away to the airport. I didn't want to be too eager, and then knocked on her door. 'Hi,' she said, eyes a little surprised, unsure but welcoming. 'Hi,' I smiled back. From behind my back I revealed a large bottle of vodka. 'Wanna get drunk?' It was that simple. It always was. We had listened to music and drank, even danced a little as the alcohol flowed. She loosened up completely and I was surprised to see a very young girl arise from behind the adult nature she always wore. She was still quite clueless about a lot of things. She wasn't interested in politics, economics, religion or current affairs. She talked about her friends, her parents, her college course. About her life in general. She was interested in material things, fiction not fact. Rumours fascinated her, truth bored her, and adventure excited her. 'Does sex excite you?' I asked as we sat together on the couch. She blushed and looked away, smiling at my comment. Her body was swaying slightly. She brought her hand to her face and rubbed her fingers into her eyes. 'Sometimes,' she replied looking back. I smiled. I leant towards her, reaching out my hand and touching her leg, letting her know I was interested. She returned the gesture and our lips touched. We kissed gently, mouths parting, tongues exploring each other. She tasted great. Her warm wet tongue playing with mine. I stroked her face, fingers tracing lines over her cheek, then combing her hair back, massaging her head. My other hand continued touching her leg, groping at it with excitement and moving inward. She pulled away, uncertain. 'Sorry,' I said. 'I just had to kiss you.' 'No don't be. I -- I wanted to... to kiss you... as well.' She smiled, realising she was drunk. She stood, unsteady and dizzy. 'I think I'm a bit drunk,' she laughed. 'I think you are too.' 'Do want to have sex with me?' she asked. 'Yes,' I told her. I followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. Inside the colour pink tied together mahogany wood, pillows and cushions. A mountain of bears and cuddly toys sat on pillows. The duvet looked pumped with air, soft linen lined with gold etching. She stumbled slightly as her knees knocked into the side, and then she fell, half turning and landing with a puff of air onto the soft covers. She giggled and smiled and placed her arm across her face, head rocking from side to side. And then was still. I gazed at her for a moment. So helpless and innocent. So ready for me to fuck. She moaned slightly. 'Are you going to fuck me?' she managed to say. 'Do you want me to?' I asked. 'Yes,' she said under ragged breath. I undressed her slowly. Undoing the zip on her blue jeans it cracked with every groove. Taking off her socks I found pedicured feet, soft and small. I looked at her knickers, light blue and plain. Her t-shirt was up a little, a soft smooth belly just showing it self beneath. I climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled off her t-shirt, moving her dead arms about. She was fast asleep now. Out like a light. I lifted her into a sitting position, letting her rest against me as I unhooked the catch of her bra. I threw it to the corner of the room and lay her back down. Small tits. Nice nipples. Darker than the smooth white skin of her torso. After gazing at her beautiful little pussy I pulled her knickers down completely, the material sliding along her soft slender legs. I opened them, looking at her pussy in full view now. She was mine now. To do with as I please. I could bend her, shape her, move her into any position I wanted. I undressed quickly, my clothes piling on the floor at the bottom of her bed. My dick was hard, anticipation exciting my blood. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards me, wrapping her legs around my waist, the end of my dick touching her soft shaved pussy, pushing slightly against her lips. My hands stoked her legs, reaching forward and up to cop hold of her breasts, squeezing them and pinching. Thumbs circling her hard little nipples. She was fucking beautiful. So fucking sexy. Her eyes were shut tight, and she didn't flinch at my touch. I took hold of my cock, and guided it towards her pussy. Pushing gently at first, opening her up. She was moist there, but I spat onto her, and used my cock to smooth it around. Then I pushed harder until the end of my cock penetrated her. She was tight, but no virgin. I pushed harder until I was fully in and started to fuck her, slowly at first, holding her legs up as I gyrated my hips. She moaned in her sleep. 'Oh God,' I said under my breath. I fucked her for several moments, my hard cock in and out of her wet tight cunt, her little titties bouncing up and down. I played with them, squeezing hard as my speed increased. Pinching her nipples hard and twisting them. I fucked her faster, harder. My hands exploring her body, groping and squeezing. Reaching down to her ass and feeling her cheeks. Nails scrapping them. I moved my fingers to her ass crack as my cock mechanically thrust into her. I reached her tiny little asshole, touching the puckered skin. My finger explored and probed, finding her opening and pressing a little deeper, easing it inward until it was in by a fingernail. I moved my finger with the same rhythm as my cock in her cunt. Pushing a little deeper every time, until her asshole had swallowed my finger to the knuckle. She moaned a few times, her eyebrows frowning as though something in a dream was disturbing her. But then she relaxed again and let out a moan and slight cry of pleasure. I kept screwing her hot little pussy, feeling how wet she was becoming. It slid in and out of her slimy hole with ease now, hot, wrapping my hard cock, welcoming it naturally. I slowly slid my finger from her ass and moved it to her mouth. Touching her lips with it, before pushing it into her. 'Taste your shitty asshole, darling, yea,' I gasped as I fucked her. I moved my finger about inside her mouth, running it over her tongue, under it, the inside of cheeks. 'You're a dirty little slut aren't you?' I said, excitement rising in me. My rhythm increased as I pumped her with hard and aggressive strokes. She moaned more and more with each movement. I could feel myself reaching a climax, my dick tingling with the need to cum. I pulled out of her and moved myself up over her, straddling her tits, my hard cock hanging above her face. I pushed it into her mouth and forced it hard into her, fucking her hot wet lips, guiding it in and out. My hands at the back of her head, pushing her onto me with each stroke. Eyes still closed. Oh God, I was going to cum. My breathing was like a drum, beating faster and faster. My dick fucking her mouth. 'Oh yea. You like me fucking your mouth, bitch?' I said. 'You like me fucking your nineteen year old face, huh?' My dick pumped in and out of her mouth, harder and faster, her cheeks bulging from each action. The end of my cock reaching down her throat, causing her to gag in her sleep. Her desperate breathing and open mouth was releasing saliva, dribbling down her cheeks. The drum increased. 'Oh God yea. Oh yes you little slut.' My dick exploded, hot semen pumping hard into her mouth and down her throat. I pulled out and it shot over her face, over her eyes and nose, dripping onto her lips. I kept cumming, until it was finally all out. I wiped the end of my dick all over her face and sat back, squashing her tits. I looked at her covered in my cum, my breathing returning to normal. What a great little fuck, I thought. I'll have to do this again. Maybe with her mother next time? She was lovely too. Maybe with both of them at the same time? God that would be hot. I got off of her and began to dress. 'See you tomorrow Kate', I said as I left. She moaned and smiled slightly, as if she had understood my words. All Mine I wrapped the somewhat small towel around myself and walked out of the en suite bathroom, and back into the bedroom. My hair, still damp, dripped sown my back and my legs felt smooth and silky. I loved the feeling after you've just shaved, the water running down your legs glides easily to your feet. It makes me feel very sexy. Lying elegantly across the bed, he looked at me with lust-filled eyes. I couldn't help but smile back at him, knowing what that look entailed. He wore a simple black shirt, dark blue jeans and nothing else. I walked further into the room, shutting the door to the steam filled bathroom behind me. I watched as he shifted to sitting on the edge of the bed. I carried on walking toward him, and stopped just out of arms reach. He smiled at me, showing off the hint of fangs among the other perfectly straight, white teeth. His eyes seemed to glow, their icy blue colour striking me as always. They grazed over my wet body, eying the towel as an obstacle he needed to remove. His gaze travelled down my legs, and stopped dead on my shin. I saw all playfulness drop from his face. I went to ask him what was wrong when he spoke. "You're bleeding." I frowned. "What?" "Your leg. It's bleeding." He spoke calmly, and I looked down to see I had cut my shin shaving, and the blood was mingling with the droplets of water. I had a stream of blood creeping towards my foot. I looked back at him, his eyes had widened, but there was still lust behind them. He slid off the bed, and sat back into a kneeling position before me. Whilst never talking his eyes off my leg, he delicately grasped my ankle and slid his other had up the back of my calf to the crook of my knee. He gently lifted my leg and placed my foot on his lap. He stroked his fingers around in circles on the back of my leg, and feeling his slightly roughened fingers on my skin brought back memories of all the times we spent together, the last one being not even a few hours ago. He just seemed to be having a staring match with my blood. We stood there for thirty seconds, a minute, hours! Time seemed not to have any importance. He took a deep breath, and raised my leg further, until his lips were almost touching my blood. I saw him lick his lips. He broke his gaze away, but still flicked his eyes back to my leg. Finally he looked me square in my eyes. "Let me taste. Please?" I didn't say yes, but I didn't show any form of rejection, so he dipped his head back down and pressed his lips on my bloodied shin. I didn't know what to do, didn't know where to put my hands, so I wrapped them around myself, clutching the towel closer to my body. It had fallen open to expose my entire thigh, but I didn't make any move to cover it back up. I watched him, shocked at his actions, but I didn't feel cheated or violated. I always knew what he was, but I never allowed him to take blood. The idea just always left me a little squeamish. I wouldn't even accept blood tests! But now that the blood was here, out and ready, I didn't know if I still wanted to refuse him. He always promised he wouldn't force me to do it. I felt his tongue flick over the cut, and I gasped, noticing the sting for the first time. I didn't even feel the razor cut me. He ran his tongue all over the stained skin, cleaning away the blood, before he targeted the cut again. I felt him flick his tongue over it again, before sucking on it and drawing out what he could. This was all oddly very arousing. My breathing was becoming a delicate panting, and sensing the change, he looked up at me. But his eyes didn't get far, as they fell onto the only partially hidden place between my thighs. A small smile tugged at his lips, and I felt a twinge of electricity shoot through me. He pulled his face back from my leg, and I looked down to see only a slight red dot where the blood was starting to well again, ready to scab. I still didn't know how to react, and still clutched the towel to me. Resting my foot back down on his lap, he grabbed the bottom of the towel and tugged it. I let it go, and it became unravelled and fell onto the floor around me. Patches of my skin were still damp, so when the air hit my skin where the towel had been, I felt goose bumps tingle across my skin, and my nipples harden. He ran his hand up my thigh and tickled the skin right at the top, just before moving his hand to gentle cup my arse. He gave it a gentle squeeze and smiled at me as he set about kissing my leg, trailing his way up my thigh. He rose up onto his knees more, letting go of my ankle and letting that hand run up my leg, keeping me balanced. He was getting closer and closer to where I wanted him, but I had this awful feeling he was only teasing. I was proved right; he laid a gentle skin right at the top of the inside of my thigh, and the moved his lips to kiss my lower abdomen. I let out a quiet moan, and he chucked against my skin. He stood, and wrapping his arms around me. He moved me to sit on the edge of the bed, and laid me gently back. He drew back, and swiftly removed his shirt to reveal the body I lusted after almost every second of my day; perfect abs, and an impeccable chest. Smooth, defined muscles. Leaning over me, he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I loved it when he did that, but he knew what I loved more. He grazed his teeth over my nipple, and then used his fangs to bite me, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough to feel the glorious pressure. He put his hands on my waist, and ran his fingers in circles as he moved down the length of my body with his tongue and his teeth. Finally, his lips were inches away from my pussy, and I could feel my juices running out of me in a flood. His tongue darted out, and lifted some of my essence away from my slit. With his soaked tongue, he licked his lips, and then launched himself up to kiss me. I groaned against his mouth, and almost too soon, he pulled away to resume his position between my legs. He placed his hands on the inside of my knees and gently ran them up the sensitive skin of my thighs. He pushed them apart as far as they would go, and stared lustfully as my exposed, throbbing pussy. "All mine." Those two simple words were very possessive, but I didn't care. At this moment in time, I belonged entirely to my vampire lover. "Please," I whimpered. I hated sounding so weak, but in the throes of passion, anything could happen. I saw him smile as he dipped his head, and I felt him place his lips over my clit and suck. I threw my head back against the bed with a great sigh. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I wrapped one up in my hair, gripping the strands, and the other was placed on my heaving chest. I was panting in anticipation for the monumental amount of pleasure I knew I was about to receive. His hands were still resting on the inside of my thigh as his sucking on my hard clit became better and stronger. He ran his fingers in little circles, teasing my skin, and adding to the sensory overload I was subjected to. He moved one hand closer to my core, circled two fingers around my wet centre, before firmly pushing them in deep. I gasped at the steady intrusion, and relaxed into the sensation. He kept a perfect pace, a perfect balance between sucking and thrusting, and almost too soon I felt my orgasm fast approaching. As I was preparing to give myself over to the rush of pleasure, he pulled away, making me launch up in an attempt to draw him back to finish what he started. In a blink of an eye, he had his hands under my arms, lifting me to place me fully on the bed. His body then sank on to mine, his hard chest pressing against my hard nipples, and his denim encased erection pressing against my thigh. My eyes were bleary as I tried to look at him, and I stretched my face towards his in a feeble attempt to kiss his lips. He merely smirked, and pushed himself up so he was kneeling above me. His hands moved to the tops of his jeans, where he slowly and teasingly undid the button. Doing so revealed a slight view of his very trimmed dark pubic hair, and I held my breath, waiting for the next step. I suddenly felt as though I wasn't doing enough to entice him, so I moved one hand to my hard nipple, and the other moved towards my aching clit. His hand darted out and grabbed mine before it even reached its destination. "I told you that is mine." He spoke so calmly it was almost sinister, but it sent a rush through me nevertheless. The thought of me pleasuring myself seemed to spur him into action. He forcefully pushed down the zip to his jeans and proceeded to push them down to his knees. He lay back down on top of me, his warm, strong member pushing against my mound. The promise of entry made my muscles clench, hoping to grab on to anything and draw it in for pleasure. He hurriedly tried to push his jeans down his legs in an awkward shuffle, and when he had one foot out, he positioned himself comfortably. Pulling my legs open, he took his cock in hand, and guided it swiftly inside me. He moved his hands from my thighs, and dragging them up my body and the length of my arms, he entwined his fingers in mine. Holding my hands above my head, he rendered me helpless. He began his deep, slow thrust inside me, and I let out a sigh of utter satisfaction with a smile. I matched his thrusts, and squeezed down on him, wanting to give him the pleasures he was giving me. I tried to kiss him again, but he grabbed my bottom lip and rolled it between his teeth. I could feel his fangs pressing on my flesh; I loved it! He released my lip and began pressing kisses all over my face, slowly moving towards my neck, never faltering on his faultless rhythm. When his lips reached my neck, he paused, his lips tickling where the rested on my skin. I felt a brief, short wave of panic flow over me, and soon he began kissing and licking the area. He lips moved again, this time to my ear, where he nuzzled and nibbled on my earlobe. Whispering in my ear, he spoke. "Will you let me?" I knew what he meant, but chose not to say anything, so he continued. "I know you don't like the idea, but if you're willing to try, now would be ideal." He unselfishly carried on thrusting, giving me a high, making me want to agree to his every command. And what surprised me the most is that I think I wanted him to. "O...okay..." I managed to force the word out my lungs. Immediately, as if needing no further invitation, his fangs were resting against my neck. As he sharply and quickly forced them in, my body jerked and my muscles tensed. He groaned against my flesh, and began thrusting faster. The pain flashed from my neck down all my nerves like hot needles, and was over as soon as it started. I felt my blood being drawn from me and I let myself fall completely to the mercy of all sensations. I knew he was getting closer to his peak, as the drawing on my neck softened and the pounding inside me hardened. He wrapped his hands under me, on under my body, one under my head, drawing me up as his pulled one final, long drink from my neck and released himself inside me. The final pull on my neck caused my whole body to shiver with the most mind exploding orgasm I had ever received. I fell limp, panting, as he drew his face away from my neck. He rolled us over to one side of the bed, me on top, his softening cock still inside me, and did his best to pull half the duvet over us. For a few moments, I couldn't breathe properly. But I didn't care. When my breath started to even out, he spoke. "All because you cut your leg shaving." I chuckled, "Maybe I should do that more often." The last thing I heard before falling asleep on top of him were the words, "All mine." All Mine It's a typical Tuesday night; Casey is waiting at home for her hubby, Andrew, to return from work. He's been so busy the past few weeks, so she's been planning something special for him tonight. He'll be home in an hour so she gets herself ready. She goes to start the shower allowing the water to get steamy, hot; leaving the door unlocked, just in case he comes home early. She slowly gets undressed, gently tossing her clothes on the floor. She enters the hot shower, allowing the water to caress her body, making her sigh. She slowly lathers herself up with his favorite scented body wash. As she rubs her body with the soap, she starts thinking about all the things she's going to do to him tonight. Absent-mindly she starts to massage her breasts as the thoughts of him race through her mind. She realizes what she was doing and starts to rinse off and get out, lightly wrapping the towel around her moist, steaming body. She tosses the towel to floor when she enters the bedroom, and puts on her lacy thong and sexy bra, and then covers it all up with one of his shirts. He loves it when she wears his shirts. She lies on the bed waiting for his return home. As she waits, she starts to touch herself gently, only teasing, from the thought of what she is going to do to him. She then hears the car door and gets excited. She hears him in the kitchen setting his stuff down and he calls out, "Babe where are you?" She calls back, "In here Andy." She stands up as she hears him coming. He looks tired and worn from all the work he's been doing. She knows he needs this. He walks over to her, embracing her, their bodies melt against each other. Then softly smiling, he gently kisses her on the lips. She softly tells him in his ear "I love you." He replies, "I love you too." They let go of each other as he goes over to the dresser to get changed out of his work clothes. As he starts unbuttoning his shirt, she silently walks over behind him, turns him around gently, and starts kissing him wildly, as she backs him up against the wall, she pauses to look up at him; he has a mischievous yet tired gleam in his eyes. She begins to slowly stroke the side of his face, then down his neck, and under his shirt to push it off his shoulders. She starts to kiss him again, her soft lips gently grazing his, causing him to sigh. She gently slips her tongue into his mouth, as she starts to make out with him. As they are kissing, her hands are exploring his bare chest, causing him to get goosebumps. Her hands slowly make their way down his body, until she reaches the bulge in his pants. She massages around his growing cock through his pants. Then slowly starts to remove the rest of his clothes. As she gets him undressed the rest of the way, he starts to grab her ass. She then grabs his hands and holds them against the wall. She softly says in his ear, "I'm in control tonight, understood?" He softly sighs "Yes". As she continues to hold his hands firmly against the wall, she kisses him down his body, all the way to his already hard cock. He can feel her gentle breaths on it, and can't stand it. He moans out "Baby, please..." She loves to hear him say that. She started to take him in her mouth, slowly at first, then faster and faster, taking all of him in. As she feels his body tightening, and penis pulsating, she sucks him harder and faster. He grips her hands hard, and moans loudly as he cums in her mouth. She gently sucks him for a few moments getting every bit out. But she's not done with him... She slowly kisses him back up his body, and whispers in his ear, "I'm not done with you yet babe," causing him to sigh in pleasure at the thought of her fucking him. She leads him to the bed, and pushes him down. She reaches behind the headboard and grabs the ties they have used numerous nights before. She makes him reach his arms up so she can tie him up. She walks around the bed looking at his exposed body. His dick hard, eyes gleaming with lust, his chest moving rapidly up and down from his heavy breathes. She can't wait to take him. She starts to slowly undress, making sure he gets a good tease. He looks her over, taking in her beautiful, naked body. He cries out, "Baby, please, I can't stand much more." This causes her to get a mischievous grin as she climbs onto the bed. She swiftly climbs on top of him, straddling his naked body. She starts to rub her clit while slowly jerking him off. After a few moments of doing that, she moves her pussy up to his mouth so he can eat her out. He willingly accepts, licking her pussy all over, taking in her wetness. When she can't take any more, she moves back down to his erect penis, gently brushing her pussy on his dick, teasing him before she allows him to enter her. Before he could cry out for her to fuck him, she slides him into her soft, warm pussy. They both sigh out in pleasure as his hard cock enters her, filling her with every inch of him. She starts to fuck him slowly and deeply, bending down to roughly kiss him. Their breathing increases with each thrust, sighs and moans coming from both of them. He wants so bad to touch her body, to grab her softly bouncing breasts, to touch her firm ass as she rides him. She starts to fuck him faster and faster. As they both get closer to cumming, she stops, allowing his hard, pulsating penis to go in her deep. He begs, "Please keep going...don't stop baby." She bends down to say in his ear, "Tell me how bad you want to cum in me. Tell me how bad you want me to keep fucking you." He whispers back, "I want to cum so deep in you...I want you to fuck me so fucking bad baby...Please keep going." As soon as he got the words out, she started to wildly fuck him. Taking him in her deeply, going hard and fast. They both start to moan loudly as he cums in her, the warmth of his cum filling her, as she orgasms. As their orgasms subside, she lay on top of him, both breathing heavily, with his still hard cock in her. She reaches up to untie him. As his hands are freed, he gently strokes her back, and softly says,"I love you." She quietly replies back," I love you too babe." They lay there silently, as she drifts off to sleep, he slowly brushes her hair out her face, says "I love you baby", and slowly falls asleep with his softening cock still in her. All Mine Meeting my husband at the bar was a weekly occurrence, though today it was a letdown. He had just called and said he couldn't make it and that he had to stay late at work. This had become the normal for him. I didn't have enough evidence to say he was cheating, but I was so sick of fighting about it that I pushed it to the back of mind. I shoved it way back there with the picture of the naked co-worker on his phone and the texts that I had found. Nonetheless, I let him think everything was fine, and spent the time at the bar enjoying myself. Today, however, things were different. I was sick of not getting attention and decided to have a little fun. I noticed you across the bar eyeing me. I decided to see if after being married for 2 years, I could get you to come over, but never thought it'd go as far as it did. I lean across the bar and whisper my drink to the bartender getting on my knees on the bar stool, elbows on the bar. Would this older man be staring at my ass? Or up my skirt? I didn't look slutty like you may think; flowy, flowered dress, Small white heels, bangs pinned back from my face but my long hair left down and curly. I sit back down looking over my shoulder. I smile. You walk over. "Is anyone sitting here?" you say. "Nope." I say shrugging my shoulders while you sit down. "Waiting for someone?" You ask spinning the stool as you sit without waiting for an answer. I turn to look at you. You wear a dark blue suit, blue striped shirt underneath, no tie. You eyes are green and your hair is brown and short. "Well if I am, you're in his seat." I say as I spin slightly in my seat. "Well I am going to assume not, for my sake." Your grin catches me off guard. It's simple but has a way of making me uneasy. I stir in my seat. "Suit yourself." I say. I sip my drink and glance out the window waiting for you to speak. When you don't, I look back. "Speaking of suits, what are you all dressed up for?" You look down at your suit and back at me. "Real men wear suits for casual encounters. Makes us look friendly when a young girl catches our eye in a bar." "Ha. Riiight." "You don't think so, little girl?" I stop spinning my seat and glance up at your pet name. I swish my hair down to hide the blush on my face. "No sir. I think it makes you look like you're busy or on your way to a meeting. Don't appear to have much time for fun." I grin and look down. What are you thinking? That was more than an invitation I think to myself. "Wouldn't appear so, but you'd be surprised, darling." I grin and try to hide my blush again. "Don't hide it. It makes you look real, natural." I glance up but obey, sliding my hair behind my ear, feeling slightly nervous. "So, since there is nothing in this bar to stay for, would you like to go somewhere with me?" You ask, pulling out your wallet and paying for both your drink and mine. "I should really get home. My husband is probably waiting for me." I say as my phone rings. It's my husband saying he has to leave for a conference tonight. He has a midnight flight and he won't be home until Tuesday. I hear a small crackle in his voice which after 5 years of a relationship, I know happens when he is lying. "Where are you going?" I ask my husband as I notice you watching me. I turn in my chair and speak quietly for the rest of the conversation. I finally hung up to find you still waiting for an answer. "I...um..." "You should come with me. I promise you will enjoy yourself and I'll bring you home whenever you say so." You say as you hold your hand out waiting for me to grab it. I contemplated walking away. I could get into my car and go home just as easily, but to what? A cheating husband? What could it hurt to have a drink with you? I let you help me off the stool as I smooth my dress and grab my purse. "Follow sweetie." You say walking out the front door. I look around, thinking about it for a moment. I finally oblige. I meet you outside in front of a long black limo. "Good girl." You say opening the door. "Get in dear." I look at you and wonder if this is safe and the submissive side of me reacts to your "good girl" and I slide in and wait for you to slide in beside me. The limo starts and we begin driving. This is the moment I decide to let go. "Have you ever tried champagne, little girl? Real champagne?" You ask as you reach for two crystal champagne flutes from the limo's bar fridge. "No" I giggle and begin to feel a little silly being called "little girl". I am a married adult. "Well, tonight might just be the night". You take a large bottle from the fridge and I can see the beads of condensation glistening on the dark green glass and the strange writing on the side, maybe French, I think. I let out a little squeal of delight as you remove the cork with a loud pop and pour a very generous flute for each of us. "To busy men and little girls" You say clinking your glass against mine with a twinkle in my eye. I smile and wonder where this is going. The champagne tastes amazing, even though the bubbles tickle my nose. "Now, let me have closer look at you, sweet pea" You say as you run your hand along my cheek brushing the hair from my face. "You are such a gorgeous young thing. How did you happen to wind up in that bar all on your own?" I see your eyes roving to my cleavage as you ask. I move slightly in my seat to avoid your glance. "My husband. He works so hard. He called to cancel at the last minute, something about working back late with a colleague. I was just about to go when I saw you." I say with a little self conscious laugh remembering how you'd looked at me across the bar. "His loss, my gain" You murmur, stroking my cheek again and then stroking down my neck to open the collar of my dress up a little more so you can see even more. You're not even pretending not to look now. "Mmmm, that's nice" I say half to myself closing my eyes. I know I really should just ask to be taken straight home, but I don't. The champagne is starting to have its effect and it's nice to have someone showing me some attention after all these last minute cancellations. I put my hand against your hand on my collar, squeezing, encouraging. I look up into your strong eyes and your lips press against mine. It doesn't occur to me to ask why you might be out alone tonight or whether you're married, although there is a tell tale pale band of skin on your ring finger where a wedding ring might sit. "Take your bra off little girl, now, I want to see you as nature intended." I blush again, but the champagne or something has taken away my inhibitions. I slip out of the bra, leaving my dress still on, lacy date night bra discarded on the floor of the limo. "Nice. Very nice" You say. "Shake them." You order. "So gorgeous and full for someone so young. They must have only just believed you were old enough to be in that bar". You say. I smile at the compliment and start to jiggle for you. You reach over and undo a couple of buttons on my dress and admire them and my obviously hardening nipples. "Lick them" You order. I smile nervously but take a gulp of the champagne. I then take one very full boob out of my dress and lick the nipple. "Mmmm" You say. "And the other one". Obediently, I take the other breast out, my dress falling from my shoulders, and suck hard on the nipple. You smile appreciatively and circle your fingers around my now wet nipples and give them a firm little squeeze. The limo drives on. "Thank god the windows are tinted" I think. And then I get a little thrill of excitement as I wonder whether the driver can see me in the rear view mirror or on the security camera. I feel your hand on my thigh as you lean forward and kiss me again, deeply passionately. "Tonight you will be mine, little girl". "That's what you think." I tease as I kiss you back. Smack. You slap my cheek, not too hard, and repeat your words. "You will be mine." Surprised, I jump from your change in character. I look into your eyes while you hold your hand steady on my thigh, awaiting a response. You tighten your grip. "And you will not tease me. Teasing is for showing men what they can't have, but I can have you any way I'd like." You say reaching over to lock the doors. I slide away just an inch or so but am quickly pulled back towards you, your arm around my waist. "Do you understand?" "Yes..." I nod, wide eyed looking in yours. I look down at my shoes in a shy submissive manner. "Yes sir.." "Good girl." You say as the phone jingles. "Don't move ." I sit there still as a can waiting for you. I begin to wonder if this was a bad idea. I decide there isn't much I can do about it now. You speak on the phone very professionally answering the other person in simple yes and nos, not giving enough away. I wonder if you do this type of thing with woman for a living. You hang up with a simple "That is all. Thank you." "Can I ask you something...Mr?.....sir?" I finish realizing I don't know your last name, let alone your first. "Certainly dear." "What do you do for a living?" I ask looking down. "I mean this is quite an expensive car...and....you..." "My day job?" You interrupt. "I'm a lawyer." My face perks up at the thought of such a normal sounding job. Maybe I'm safe here after all. "Do you have a big office? Is that where we are headed?" I look out the window as we cross over a long white bridge. "Oh shh girl. There will be plenty of time for questions later." It may just be harder to keep you quiet then, you think to yourself. "Okay." I say looking into your eyes. "Okay what?" You ask. I look away and back at you wondering what you want me to say. "Okay...sir?" I ask flinching, awaiting another slap. "Good girl." You say as you begin giving orders. "For now I want you to lay back and put your legs on my lap and keep that dress off your breats. We have a long ride ahead of us." "Okay..." I look behind me, pull my hair up and lay flat on my back. I lift my legs and lay them, crossed ankles, on your lap. I brush my dress flat against my thighs because it feels revealing. "Good girl, but let's fix this." You say as you uncross my ankles and separate them a few inches. You then grab the hem of my dress and lift it slightly. I put my hands on my knees to prevent it being lifted too far. "It's okay little girl. I won't hurt you if you do as I say. Now, move them." You say. "Sorry sir" I say, slowly removing my hands from my knees. "That's better." You run one hand up my inner thigh slowly until you reach my panties. "Now now, this won't do." You grab them and tell me to lift my hips as you slide them down. I obey, partially out of fear, partially out of my arousal. You pull them down and over my ankles. I feel my bare ass against the cotton back of my dress and my bare pussy getting wet. You slide your fingers back up my thigh and place your warm hand on my inner thigh right below my pussy. You look out your window and we drive. After about ten minutes, I began to wonder where we are going. I lean up onto my elbows and try to look out the window. "Curious one, you are." You smile at me. "Are we leaving the city?" "You will see." You say. "Are you getting bored my sweet? Anxious?" Suddenly, I feel your hand move again. It slides up to my pussy lips and you glide your fingers across them. I try to stay still. Your fingers wander as you begin to separate my lips. You slide your fingers inside the lips of my pussy and move them around my clit. You push harder and began doing circular motions. I shiver and I uncontrollably move away from your hand. Your free hand then grabs my ankle and in one swift motion, you pull me closer and slide two fingers into my pussy. "Oooh!" I yell and moan slightly. I try to pull back, but you still have my ankle. "Don't resist baby. Just take it. Enjoy it." You say as you explore my pussy. You hold two fingers inside moving them in and out slightly. You then find my clit with your thumb and begin rubbing in circles. I arch my back and close my eyes while you begin to rub faster. You let go of my ankle, trusting me, and use that hand to reach up my dress to my breasts. You begin playing with my nipples, still damp from my sucking them. You run your fingers very softly around them and grab my tits while still paying attention to my clit. I begin moaning louder and faster. "Now, my sweet, you have two choices. Either you can refuse to cum for me and ill drop you off or you can cum for me but this means you are accepting my ownership of you." You said still rubbing my clit vigorously and pinching my nipples. "What's it gonna be little girl? Though, I can't promise you'll be able to refuse." "I...um...I can't....do this..." I mumble through the moans. I try to resist. I have a husband. He may be a little lax at times but I can't do this, I think to myself as your fingers and thumb work away at my clit. "I didn't quite get that darling...yes or no?" You tease. I begin to moan louder and faster. I can't hold back. I begin breathing faster. I arch my back and begin to moan loud as I cum all over your hand. I breathe heavily and take in my orgasm. Oh My...that felt good I think to myself. I suddenly realize the deal I had just made. I get onto my elbows and look up at you fearfully but incredibly aroused. You pull your hand to your mouth, lick one finger and say "All mine..." All Mine This is my very first story, so please be nice! ***** Him: I watched her intently as she sipped her glass of wine and ranted about our arrogant boss and the stupid budget cuts, and what was she going to do to pay her bills now? I nodded and comforted her when I thought it was needed, but I really wasn't listening at all. I was thinking about what was going to happen after the drugs in that glass of wine kicked in. Her: I woke up feeling drained and lazy. God, how drunk did I get last night? The last thing I could remember was sitting at home on the couch, talking with Jamie.. Suddenly I remembered I had nerves and felt cold air on my skin and strain on my wrists. My toes were barely touching the ground and my arms were held above my head. I couldn't see a thing. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I called out sheepishly. Suddenly dim lights over my head were turned on and a door opened behind me. Him: I laughed quietly to my self as she wiggled with all her might to turn around and face me. "Don't hurt yourself sweetie." She froze, obviously recognizing my voice. "J-Jamie? Wha- why did-" I cut her off with a hard smack to her thick ass that made her squeal. "I am no longer 'Jamie' to you. You will only call me Sir. Also, you are no longer Leanna, you are my property and I'll call you whatever I please. Do you understand?" She started to spit useless protests and questions at me, which I expected. I grabbed a handful of her hair and hissed into her ear, "I said, do you understand?!" Reluctantly, she nodded her head. I grinned like a child opening Christmas presents. Her: My mind was running wild but I tried to stay collected. How could Jamie do something like this? I had worked with him for nearly two years and we had become good friends as well as colleagues, and now he was kidnapping me? I couldn't understand it. He started moving his hands over my naked body sending shivers down my spine. My morals were telling me to protest, but I was truly submissive and every fiber of my being was enjoying the control Jamie had over me. He reached around me from behind and squeezed my breasts while pinching my nipples between his fingers. A small moan escaped me and I could feel myself getting wet. I heard him chuckle. "Enjoying yourself, little girl?" Him: I moved around to the front of her and looked into her big green eyes. They were full of lust with just a hint of fear. I trailed my eyes down the rest of her body: starting at her small but perfectly round and perky breasts, her thin waist and big hips, and her curvy legs all the way down to her strained pointed feet. I had watched her for nearly two years and finally here she was: beautiful, bound, completely at my mercy.. Finally she was all mine. I realized then that her body must be getting sore from being stretched upward for so long. "I'm going to untie you now, will you behave?" She looked me in the eye and nodded carefully. I let her down and told her to go down on her knees. To my delight, she obeyed without a word. I took a long crop from my cabinet of toys by the wall. "The first thing we're going to do is have some lessons. I want you to learn exactly how I want my slut to behave." I tapped the tops of her thighs with the crop, "Spread your knees." I tapped her backside with the crop, "Lift your ass off of your heels and put your hands behind your back. If you can't stay in this position than im going to have to tie you up again, understand?" She nodded. I unbuckled my pants and slid them down enough that my hard cock sprung free. Her eyes widened and filled with even more lust at the sight of it. Her: I sat there on my knees staring at his hard cock in front of my face. I was in a total trance of lust and submission. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. "You're going to do whatever I tell you to with your mouth, and if I feel your teeth touch me you're getting one of these!" He brought the crop down hard on my ass then shoved the length of his dick into my mouth. He went gently at first, slowly pulling out and never pushing back in too far. I was almost enjoying it myself. Suddenly he grabbed my hair in one hand and started fucking my face, making me gag and reach my hands out to push him back. He pushed my head even farther down on his cock and smacked my ass hard with the crop, then released my hair making me fall over breathless. "What did I say about keeping your hands behind your back??" He walked back over to the cabinet. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I couldn't breathe!" He returned with handcuffs and roughly cuffed my hands behind my back. "We're going to do this again until I'm satisfied, so I hope you're a quick learner." We repeated the whole ordeal, just like he promised, not once but 4 more times. Each ended in me receiving a few hard swats to my ass for touching him with my teeth. Finally, on the fifth try, I succeeded in keeping my teeth away for long enough that I felt his cock start to twitch. I looked up at him with the most pleading eyes I could manage, and that was all it took. He pulled out and squirted his hot cum all over my face and tits. He sat down on the ground in front of me; he obviously tired himself out too. He reached around me and undid the handcuffs but I didn't dare move. "Clean yourself up. Wipe it off and eat it all, I don't want a drop to be wasted." He grinned when he saw the mortified look on my face. I knew I was going to have to do it. I felt like I could cry but at the same time I felt extremely aroused. My jaws and throat ached immensely but I would suck his cock again in a heartbeat. My ass stung but if he wanted to spank me again I would gladly take it. Jamie had KIDNAPPED me yet I still felt a strong attraction to him and trusted him completely. "Hurry up slut, you'll have it dried all over you soon!" I snapped out of my daydream and remembered his orders to me. He watched me closely as I wiped every drop of cum off my face and breasts. When I was finished I looked over and realized he was stroking his cock, obviously turned on by my humiliating little performance. I realized this was far from over, and I felt my body betray my morals as a fresh wetness covered my pussy. ***** If I get good feedback I'll be making a part 2! Thanks for reading :) All Mine The locker room was always the most uncomfortable part of the gym. The smell of sweat and soap was normally dizzying, coupled with judgmental, jealous looks. The awkwardness of changing out of a one piece swimsuit with other women sneaking glances, and the occasional, sardonic "wow" from rubberneckers. Melinda, indeed, had a lot of "wow factor." In her early twenties, she sported a healthy, lithe frame with impressive curves. A cardio-bunny, she had a soft body and rather little muscle definition, but no amount of swimming could reduce her bust. Sporting a D cup since late high school, and a tight ass, her body turned heads. This was helped by the fact that her face was gorgeous. Her gentle, rounded features, soft cheeks and long auburn hair often put her at the focal point of any room. To be honest, Melinda was beyond sick of it. The gym was her haven away from covetous, strutting, gorilla walking men and their catcalls. The only problem was avoiding the regular crowd. So, she went on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays at 8:00; the slowest gym days of the week, and damn near closing time. Walking to her car in the parking lot at night was a rather chilling experience, being a rather paranoid person at heart, but it was well worth it to run the treadmill, practice her forward crawl in the pool, and work her stress away. She stepped into the locker room, her one piece swimsuit on. She yanked off her latex cap, letting her wet hair fall down her back and stretching. Her back curved and she felt a pleasant pop in her spine. She had little regard for how her chest fought the front of her plain, dark blue swimsuit. Nobody was here to judge or gawk, as far as she knew. "Heya." Melinda jumped at the sudden voice. There was a woman in front of her and to her right, at the locker. It was a regular; a dark haired woman who Melinda had seen often before changing her gym schedule. "Oh. Hi." Melinda gave a weak little wave, putting her towel around her chest. The raven haired woman turned back towards her locker. She didn't linger with her gaze any longer than necessary; something Melinda deeply appreciated. Something prompted Melinda to look at her, however. The stranger seemed to invite her gaze. Melinda observed her for a moment, and found herself rather fascinated. As far as women went, she was devilishly handsome. A strong jaw, short black hair, and impressive muscle definition. She was tall, and had olive skin. She was like a living statue, carved from some obstinate living stone. The woman shifted her gaze back to Melinda, who immediately looked away and moved to another row of lockers. She'd looked too long. She felt horribly awkward, staring like that. Busying herself, Melinda started drying off. Her blood went cold when she heard wet footsteps leading towards her. Melinda winced. *She's going to tell me off for staring at her. She could break me in half. What was I thinking?* Melinda's mind raced, her social anxiety kicking in. "So." The woman said. Melinda felt the hair stand on her neck, but she tried not to visibly stiffen. The raven haired woman laughed a little. "I teach a few seminars around here. One's a women's self defense. I don't want to make any assumptions...but I think you ought to join." She coolly leaned against the wall. Melinda turned. She was at a comfortable distance, but she stood in the way of the only exit. Melinda felt cornered, as drips of water fell from her hair, fingertips and thighs. She winced as a droplet moved from her scalp to her eyelash. "Ah. Well..." Words failed her for a moment as she made eye contact. The stranger seemed to exude something invisible, but all encompassing. Like a lion breathing down your neck. It didn't help that she was a head shorter. "That sounds fun." "You look stiff. Maybe a yoga class would be a bit more your speed." The stranger laughed huskily. Her voice had a very slight deepness to it. She was unmistakably female, but at the masculine end of the spectrum. Melinda caught her eyes flickering down, then up. For a moment, she had a hot flash of confusion. This wasn't a spiteful, or jealous look. This stranger was checking her out. "Name's Anne, by the way. Yours?" "Melinda." Choking on her name, Melinda cleared her throat and spoke louder. "Melinda. Nice to meet you." Anne stepped forward, and offered her hand. Melinda squared herself, and held out hers. Anne moved into Melinda's minimum safe distance, and gripped her hand firmly but gently. "Melinda, may I just say that you're *fascinatingly* awkward?" The comment shocked the smaller woman, who tensed as Anne let go of her hand. "I'm...sorry?" "I'm joking! Loosen up!" Anne patted Melinda's shoulder, and she flinched at the touch. The taller woman took it as a prompt to play around a bit. She moved behind Melinda and gave her shoulders a tight grip, then loosened her hands. Melinda's body melted. "Yeah, you're tense as hell." Melinda said nothing, relenting completely to the touch as Anne rubbed her shoulders for what felt like minutes. She was rather strident, but she had a way with her hands. "I see you around all the time. Darting around, always looking over your shoulder. This is an all girl's gym. Nothing to worry about, right?" "Right," Melinda agreed, but not completely. It bothered her how comfortable she was getting. "Here. Lay on that bench. I'll work some of these knots out." Anne put an arm around Melinda's shoulder and all but dragged her towards a small bench in the center of the lockers. Melinda managed to step away and out of her grasp. "No thanks." Putting her foot down, Melinda stepped back. However, Anne's hand shot out, gripping Melinda as she stepped forward, pushing her back on her heels. At first, the woman thought Anne was going to drop her straight back on her head. She squeezed her eyes shut, terrified for an instant. Instead, the taller, black haired woman bulled her back against the lockers behind her. Wet and pinned in a rather intimate position, Melinda felt a hand loop under her chin. "I'll admit, I was being a little dishonest." Anne's voice was in her face, sweet breath washing over Melinda's nose and mouth. "I've been watching you. I think you're," Anne drew out her words in a breathy, rakish manner, "fucking hot." Melinda had no idea what was going on with her. Her knees trembled. Her sex felt like it was going to melt. No one, not even the most persistent of male suitors, had ever outright treated her like this. Anne positioned herself between Melinda's legs, keeping them apart. She loomed over the woman, her eyes darting up and down. "C'mon. Look at me." Anne commanded. She didn't lower her voice in the slightest, unafraid of being noticed. They were alone, after all. "Don't act like you don't notice me noticing you, Melinda." Melinda obediently looked up, and was rewarded with an instantaneous, kiss. Anne's mouth worked smooth and hard. A tongue against Melinda's lips prompted her mouth to open, and the kiss deepened. Anne's thigh pressed high and hard against Melinda's sex as she squirmed, arching her back and pressing into Anne. This felt absolutely perfect. Anne's hand moved up to touch Melinda's chest, but the woman snapped out of her heated trance. She quickly gave Anne a push, and the woman, surprisingly, moved back at the firm rebuff. Speechless, Melinda went for the locker containing her belongings. She felt like she had to escape. Under Anne's stunning touch and predatory gaze, she would *not* last much longer. But, the choice wasn't up to her. Anne's toned arm wound around her stomach. Melinda hadn't been nearly fast enough. "Nuh uh. Where do you think you're going? We're not done talking." Melinda was reeled in, her back against Anne. She put her hands on the woman's arm, but her arm felt like iron in her hands. "C'mere," Anne said, as she began dragging her quarry towards a certain fate. In the back of her mind, Melinda was thrilled to be caught. To be continued. All Mine; All Yours, Again. I want you to take your time and dress in a scarf, a tight retro sweater, a bra, a simple skirt, and a pair of vintage stockings and garter belt Fix your hair simply, down. Wear heels. You'll enter the room, the fireplace lit and the flames licking off in the corner, a few candles closer to the loveseat. You'll take the Manhattan, enjoy a sip, and we'll talk, as my hand wanders up your thigh. Come here. You bow your head, supplicant, fitting into my shoulder. My hand slides around, protective, controlling. For some time now, your body hasn't been yours. Tonight, it will be mine, a means to return it to you. "Virtuous, I know." I smile, sarcastic, self-serving, sure. I hold you there, soft lips on soft lips, fingers entwined hard in hair. Finally, I slide back eye to eye. Strip. In front of the fireplace's dancing light. Take your time. I slip back into the seat, a sip of the drink, and wait, staring theatrically. You start tentatively. When you peel off the sweater, I slide my shirt over my head. When you drop the skirt, I drop my pants, then lean back, watching. My voice is firm, unwavering. I tell you to caress your curves, pull your nipples, slide your hands over your hips and stomach and into your hair. Unhook and drop the bra. You perform in the flickering light, seduction, submission, tease. I motion towards the garter belt... Slowly, the stockings are released and, even more languorously, they're removed. Naked, I arise from the couch and run my right forefinger around your lips. Don't move. The finger traces down your chin to your breasts, cupping one in my hand, letting the hard nipple slide between forefinger and middle finger, pulling it. Don't move.. I play with your breasts, pinching, kneading, stroking, gauging your reaction. Eventually, I move behind you, massaging your shoulders, my enjoyment obvious. My hands retreat for a moment and a black blindfold slips over your eyes. I guide you past the warmth of the fire to the bed. On your back. Hands over head. The scarf is released from around your neck and ties your wrists, my legs straddling your chest, my hardness slipping up between your breasts, teasing your lips. For long squirming minutes, hands explore your body, breath warm on your nape, just below the hair line. Your hair is roughly gathered and pinned up in a clip, your nape vulnerable. Hands over head. Don't move. An icy drip on your nipple. Then another. A melting cube circles the breast, chased by a languid, tormenting tongue. A pause. Teeth raking over your nipple hard-on. Then a pinch. Not yet. Another shocking cube, icy hot tracing a line down your center, slowly turning and going back up over your breast and into your mouth. Hand in hair, holding you. Mine. Both hands kneading your breasts. Small circles. Slow. Hard. Thumbs and forefingers. A hand slides down over your thighs, the back of the fingers caressing your slit along the way. Hands over head. Knees apart. Fingers exploring. Breathing. Not yet. One finger tracing a hard, slick clit. Two fingers inside. Pushing. There. Whispers. Not yet. Turn over. Now. On your knees, face down. Cheeks high, exposed, beckoning, expectant. A palm flat, caressing your bottom, fingertips circling. Mine. All mine. Anticipation. A pause. An expectant, breath-holding pause. The sound of skin on skin. Hand on cheek. Heat rising from your bottom. Breathing harder, a gurgle, a moan. Mine. Again. Skin on Skin. Shocking. Breathtaking. A gasp. Heat. Red skin rising. A tender hand slipping underneath. Playing. Minutes. Don't move. Hands over head. On your back again. Long, slow kisses. Hands pinning hands over your head. Breath on nape. A stroke of your hair. A tongue just behind your ear. Whispers. Not yet. Hips squirming, rising.. Slowly...a hand raising your knees one after the other. Don't move. Hands over head. My hands underneath you, your hips up. A slow, flat tongue slides up your slick center, slowly, then back down, pausing, lingering, then back up before teasing with the tip at the top. A tongue tracing a line from your center to your lips, teasing your nipples on the journey. Hand in hair, holding your head. Open your mouth. A hard, deep kiss. Taste yourself. Hip to hip. Grinding. One hand entwined in the bonds over your head. Scarf released. Hands slowly sliding down your cheeks, tracing your lips, your neck, your breasts, a firm, seductive line to your center. Both hands sliding under your bottom, raising you up, holding you there. Your arms around my back. Knees raised. A pause. A look. My tip there, teasing. Your hips rising up to meet it. Your eyes pleading. Not yet. Not yet. Tell me. Tell me. Surrender all. Now ask. Please. Driving in. Holding. Back out to the tip. Eyes meeting, smiling eyes. Abandon. Pounding abandon. Your body. All mine. All yours, again.