8 comments/ 9701 views/ 3 favorites Meeting Ch. 01 By: LisbethElliot April Greer stood on the sidewalk in front of the hotel and looked up. She counted up four stories and wondered if one of those windows was his, or if his room was on the other side of the building. People passed her, taking no notice of a middle-aged woman standing in the light spilling out from the hotel lobby. She shivered slightly and pulled her coat closer around her, although it wasn't really very cold. But she was nervous. Terrified, actually. He was up there, in one of those rooms, waiting for her. Dr. Evan Moran, New York chiropractor. And her online Dom for the last year and a half. So why was she so scared? There was nothing about herself that she hadn't told him, no fantasy she hadn't shared with him. He knew more about her than anyone in the world, more than her late husband had known. They met online and began with emails in which he slowly drew from her the secret fantasies she had never shared with anyone...had tried to deny even to herself. He spun fantasy after fantasy for her as she opened up, using every tidbit that she revealed. She marveled that he could pick up on the most insignificant details that she mentioned without attaching any meaning to them, and turn them into a fantasy that had her searching for her vibrator to relieve the ache he awakened deep inside her. Slowly they proceeded to IM, exchanging recordings of themselves masturbating, pictures, video, and then, finally, talking on the phone. It was his descriptions of bondage that first drew her. He talked about leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, about tying her into a chair, to the bed, to the door frame. She realized she had always been aroused by the idea of being restrained during sex, but assumed there was something wrong with it...with her...and so she had always pushed those thoughts away. She was even more shocked to find that she liked it when he talked about spanking her, and even more so when he talked about whipping. Crops, floggers...even the pictures of them that she found online made her wet. Eventually she bought a set of purple leather wrist and ankle cuffs, with a matching leather collar. Evan laughed at her choice of purple, but it became routine for her to wear them whenever she read his emails, or spoke to him on the phone, whenever she masturbated. There was no way for her to restrain herself (although sometimes she did sit in the chair and tie her ankles to the legs) but she was shocked at how much she loved the cuffs and the collar. Even the smell of them as she pulled them out of the drawer created a Pavlovian response in her and would start her juices flowing. The feel of the satin lining against her skin, the weight of them, the faint tinkle of the silver rings as she moved started a slow burn in her nether regions and every order Evan gave her only stoked the fire. April had never considered her breasts to be particularly sensitive but to her surprise, and Evan's delight, they discovered that she became highly aroused when he wrote or talked about touching them. He indulged his fantasies about breast play and she had many orgasms to his descriptions of sucking and licking them, of nipple clamps, even (or maybe especially) of whipping them. Something else that was a favorite for both of them were the fantasies of tying her to a chair. She didn't know why but the image of herself in a chair, wrists bound behind her, ankles tied to the legs of the chair, was just incredibly arousing and Evan had a lot of variations on that theme. So why was she so afraid? Because deep down she doubted that she would react in the same way to the reality of bondage and whipping and submission. While the fantasy, coupled with her vibrator, brought her unfailingly to orgasm, her fear was that the real thing would simply be uncomfortable and painful...without the arousal. There was also her body. She was no nubile young thing. She was a fifty year old grandmother, with a body that had borne four children which showed in the softness around her belly. Nor was she as limber as she had been thirty, or twenty, years ago. Her breasts, she knew, were neither as "ample" nor as "gorgeous" as he described them in his fantasies. She had been reluctant to reveal herself in pictures or video, even more reluctant to meet Evan in person. Her biggest fear, she acknowledged, was that he would be so disappointed in the way she looked and the way she reacted that he would end the relationship completely. She couldn't bear the thought of no more phone calls, no more correspondence. She had resisted this meeting for months, until Evan stopped asking and simply told her one day that he had bought a plane ticket to San Francisco and reserved a room. He told her the weekend he would be there, the time he wanted her at his hotel room, even what he wanted her to wear for her arrival and what clothes to bring for the weekend. In spite of her fear, she couldn't refuse him, and so had made the drive from Napa to the city. Looking at her watch, she realized with a start that if she stood out here much longer, she would be late. She picked up her suitcase, took a deep breath, and walked through the double doors into the lobby. She glanced regretfully to the left, where the restaurant and bar were situated. She wished she had arrived early enough to stop for a drink to calm the butterflies in her stomach. But it was too late for that and she turned right to the elevators, her heels clicking on the expensive tiled floor. If she weren't so nervous, she might more fully appreciate the luxurious décor of the lobby. An elderly couple got on the elevators with her and she smiled at them as they acknowledged her. The elevator was large, carpeted, and the back wall covered with mirrored panels. It moved smoothly, stopping almost soundlessly at the third floor where the couple disembarked. As it began its ascent to her destination, the fourth floor, April wondered if an elevator ride had ever seemed as long as this one. When it stopped and the doors opened, her heart, already racing, began to thud in her chest and she thought briefly she might pass out. She trembled as she walked down the lushly carpeted hallway, hoping her shaking legs didn't give out. Stopping in front of Room 405, she paused for a moment and then reached out and softly rapped on the door. The door opened and for the first time April was looking, without the aid of the computer, at Evan. He was familiar and unfamiliar to her at the same time. She knew his dark, curly hair, with the traces of gray creeping in, his brown eyes that were softer...warmer...in real life than in pictures. He had told her that he wasn't "particularly tall", just about six feet, but even in three inch heels she had to look up at him. His shoulders were broader than they appeared on screen, muscular, he told her, because of his work ("adjusting backs takes a lot of upper body strength"). His short, neat beard was shot through with more gray than his hair. He smiled and it lit up his face, and made it difficult for April to catch her breath. "April," he said. "Right on time." He took her suitcase and stepped back to allow her to enter, putting the case down just inside the door. He helped her off with her coat and took her purse, hanging both on hooks on the wall behind the door. He looked at her approvingly. "You look nice," he told her. "Thank you," she said softly, smiling shyly. He should approve of the way she looked, she thought. He had picked out all of her clothing. The green blouse that buttoned down the front ("your tops should always button or zip or somehow fasten in front...so that I have access to your breasts any time I want"), the flowered skirt that just skimmed the tops of her knees. Her cream colored lace bra hugged her breasts, just covering her nipples, the tops spilling over in a way that made her feel almost as "ample" as he talked about. The matching garter belt attached to her stockings ("yes, real stockings...never pantyhose"). The lace panties, as instructed, were in her suitcase, making her aware of her shaved labia throughout the entire drive. The black heels were higher than she normally wore, but she was beginning to get used to them, since he sometimes ordered her to wear them to work. They weren't especially comfortable to wear while stocking shelves in the book store she owned, but she had to admit that they did make her feel sexy. She turned to look at the hotel room and had just registered the chair sitting in the middle of the room, with ropes attached, when his hand on her arm spun her back to face him. She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide, but her gasp was swallowed by his mouth covering hers. The kiss was soft, exploring, his arms holding her against his body. Shocked at the suddenness, she didn't respond immediately, standing stiffly in his arms, her mouth open but not returning his kiss. One hand moved to tangle in her short, blond hair and he began to tease her lips; licking, softly biting. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked gently, pushed his tongue into her mouth. Slowly she relaxed against him and her arms wrapped around his waist. She began to return his kiss, tentatively sucking on his tongue, moaning softly as the kiss deepened, became more demanding. He had told her once that he was good at kissing and now she knew he wasn't just bragging, he was good...very good. She was breathless by the time he stopped and lifted his head to look down at her red, swollen lips and half-closed eyes. He released her and slid his hands down her arms. Still dazed, she didn't react as his hands encircled her wrists and pulled them behind her back, holding both of them in one hand. "Now," he said, pushing her back against the door, "let's have a look at those tits we've talked so much about." Her eyes flew open as his words sunk in and she looked up at him in alarm. "Right now? Just like that?" "Right now," he affirmed, his fingers going to the top button of her blouse. "And just like this." He slid the button open and moved to the next one, his eyes boring into hers. "What were you expecting? Flowers? Candy? A romantic candlelight dinner?" As he talked, his eyes never left hers, slowly opening each button. "I didn't fly three thousand miles to seduce you, April. I came for this." The last button slid through the hole and his eyes broke contact with hers and moved down, his hand pushing the blouse open. April closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the door, not wanting to see the disappointment in his face when he finally saw her breasts and realized they were not what he had imagined. But if he was disappointed, she couldn't hear it in his voice as he whispered, "Oh fuck yeah...this is what I came for." She jumped slightly and gasped when she felt his face in her cleavage, heard him inhaling her scent. The hand holding her wrists tightened, warning her to be still, and his free hand cupped one breast as he began to lick the flesh above her bra. When the tops of her breasts and her chest to her throat were damp from his saliva, he brushed his thumb over her nipple, eliciting another gasp. Then his mouth was there, licking her through the lace, sucking her nipple into his mouth. "Ohhhh...." She squirmed, as the sensation in her nipple shot straight to her pussy. He moved to the other breast, the air against her wet bra making her nipples even harder. How many times in the last eighteen months had she imagined his mouth on her breasts? Never had she imagined it this intense, this incredible. She was wet, she could feel her juices on her thighs, and aching to be touched. But he seemed to be in no hurry to get down there. He moved back and forth between her breasts, his mouth torturing one nipple and his fingers rubbing, pinching, the other. She moaned, her eyes closed tightly, and tried to pull her wrists away. She wanted to touch him, to caress him, but he held her firmly. Finally, when she thought she couldn't take any more, he lifted his head and looked down at her, his hand still kneading her soft flesh. "Look at me," he ordered and she forced her eyes open. "Spread your legs." She swallowed at the intensity of his stare, her breasts moving with her gasping breaths. When she didn't move, he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the pressure until she groaned and moved her feet apart. Evan smiled at her before lowering his head and kissing and licking her sore nipple. He resumed his attentions to her breasts as his fingers trailed down her belly. He reached down and pulled her skirt up, slowly sliding it along her thighs. Then she was moaning again as he reached under and touched the inside of her thigh. She wiggled her hips, wanting his touch higher...but he took his time. He caressed the inside of each thigh, coming close, but not quite touching her where she was aching. Finally his thumb brushed her outer lips and she pushed against his hand. "Please," she begged. "Please, please touch me!" And he did, slipping his fingers into her folds, spreading her wetness. She groaned in relief as he slid a finger into her, and then whined when he pulled it back out. More stroking up and down her slit, along her folds, withholding his touch from her aching and swollen clit. Her head rolled back and forth against the door as her whimpers grew louder. She tried to move her pussy against his exploring fingers, tried to get his touch where she needed it. She could feel his erection through his pants, where he was leaning against her. He slid his finger back into her, then a second one, and she moaned. She cried out his name when his thumb slid across her clit. He began pumping his fingers into her, rubbing her sensitive clit, still sucking one nipple and then the other. The intensity of the sensations raging through her was too much and she bit his shoulder. In return he bit her nipple, just hard enough to make her cry out again. Then he was kissing and soothing the same nipple. She felt her orgasm gathering, thought briefly that she should tell him. Sometimes he made her wait for permission to come...was this one of those times? Then it was a moot point as her orgasm washed over her in waves. She gave a strangled cry and bucked against him, shuddering. He slowed his attack on her pussy and her tits, letting her ride it out. Then when she thought her legs couldn't hold her up, he stood up and pulled her against him, releasing her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on tightly, her face against his chest as she sobbed with relief. When her shaking subsided to trembling, he kissed the top of her head. One hand went to her hair and he gently pulled her head back so that she was looking up at him, her eyes half-closed. "Excellent," he murmured, softly kissing her. When she was able to stand on her own again, he released her and stepped back. He looked her up and down appreciatively. Her hair was mussed, shirt open, her bra wet, and her skirt rumpled. She wasn't sure what to say to him, but he just grinned at her for a moment. "How about a drink," he asked and turned to walk away, leaving her leaning against the door, trying to catch her breath and watching him incredulously. Meeting Ch. 01 This is a story of two Vampires that have known each other for a very long time. There names are Venge and Kasadeya. Between Ex-Slave and Mistress as well as Two ex- lovers. Hope you Enjoy!! Venge lurked in his large living room alone, while he was reading a book aiming to get the city's boredom out his mind. His legs were propped up on his large wolf's back. The lighting of the room was only lit by a lamp that sat on the small coffee table beside his lazy boy chair. The quietness of the room was what he been looking forward to for some time. Sliding his hand around his glass of strawberry vodka, his eyes never left the book he had in his left hand. While he brought the glass taking a small sip of the harsh drink, his tongue came forth taking the small minor droplets that tickled his upper lip. Thornn large head rose from his paws where they were, his ears perked up catching the sound of something that was lurking deep in the shadows of the living room. Letting out a deep pulsing growl, Venge could only wonder what was getting his counterpart so riled up. "Boy, what is it. What are you sensing, Thornn?" No signs of a response came to his mind from his large friend. Until he could hear the sound of high heels shoes hitting the marble floor, looking towards the direction of which they came from. Venge knew that scent, it was something that could never leave him, closing the book in a slow manner. The deep growl of Thornn coming forth while the large wolf moved from his master's feet. Lifting his feet up watching Thornn closely, Venge could only feel a curl of a sneer revive upon his lips. Standing behind his loyal friend, though his counterpart was rather overbearingly huge he could still see the woman clearly. Moving forwards with her hips swaying to music that was playing through her mind. Her blonde with black streaks locks flowed behind the woman with every step that was taken. Kasadeya looked on the more she drew closer to the two, a smile that came in a pure fascination of watching them get so tensed from her presence. She continued to move towards them in a very slow stride with her steps, she wore a black with blue trim denim corset that revealed her pierced navel. Hugging her lower from like a second skin was leather the denim was shown in certain areas of the jeans that held her so tightly. Kasadeya stopped at a distance to keep away from Venge and his pest of a wolf. "Awe, did I interrupt your little quality time of reading the little book, kind sir?" Many would think these two were twins by how they act so perfectly alike. But in truth they were not. Kasadeya was much older than the large male she stood from. Her eyes looked at him up and down, scanning him of every part of his large muscular form. "Just once stop looking at me like I am still your slave and lover. Get out of my home. I was enjoying my night until you decide to show your forsaken face." Venge didn't like the fact she showed up to his place he always felt some sign of eeriness of the woman's standing close by. It was not out of fear he felt this way it was cause she always knew how to fight against him. Clinching his left hand into a fist while he looked towards her, Venge felt uneasy looking at his creator. Looking at those odd colored eyes of the woman he could not fathom the reason of her face to face with him yet once more. "Oh, now this is no way to treat your mother, now is it. I just want to have a nice casual talk with the man that got away from me so long ago." Kasadeya gave him a soft smile, she took a step forward before realizing Thornn was the one separating them both. " Come on Lover, can you please tell your little guard dog to go play in the shadows or run in traffic and get run over? If you want to feel save you can tie me to your bed naked if you like to calm your edgy ass down." Looking at not liking the words she spoke making reference to his wolf in such a manner. Venge continued to keep his distance, he aimed not to let her get to him, he was much older since their last meeting. Relaxing a bit, his hand slowly opened while his silver pupils looked on towards the one creature he hated more than every creature that walked the city. "Kasadeya, for once stop acting like I give a rat's ass about you. You ruined my life, forced me to kill the innocent, even my own human family is dead cause of your selfish teachings." Looking at the man she once loved, her eyes narrowed to slits her body language changed abruptly, sneering towards the large man. Lifting her right hand making a circle motion, a black orb forms under Thornn casing him, then vanished before Venge's eyes. "THORNN!!" A darken grin came over Kasadeya blacken lips, seeing the response of the man, she delighted in seeing him crumble before her eyes. "What have you done to my wolf you little bitch, I am not in a mood for such hardship, that you aim to give towards others. Just to make you look stronger than everyone you come across. I am sick of your antics of your dark magic. Now bring back Thornn or I swear on my life I will see to it that your body meets every wall in this room.." Venge was growing more weary of her, seeing his beloved wolf taken from him in an instant was like a wound being reopened. Knowing this woman was the so reason of his parents' death, he could only aim to hope to the heavens Thornn was still alive. Moving towards the behemoth closing the gap that in which was once the space of a large wolf, she looked up towards him. Though she was relatively much shorter than he was. She knew every weakness this monster had and more. Kasdeya knew of his compassion of his emotions that ever lurked deep within his well-being. "I will bring your mutt back to you, the moment we can have our little talk. Could that ease your heart Dion, the fact I will bring that thing back to you safe and sound without a mark on him." She was harsh and unforgiving of her words. Deep and pure evil, something Venge wasn't, he knew she didn't care for anything only herself. Looking away from her looking up at the ceiling, he felt caught in a trap with nowhere to run. Gritting his teeth, knowing what she wanted was all enough he could bear. Venge wanted to reach for her neck but he just nodded towards her in agreement. Smiling towards the man sliding her hands over his chest smiling more, her tongue slipped through her lips revealing her tri-pierced tongue she licked along his chest. "Good boy, I knew you would listen to reason." She whispered over his sculptured chest. Placing her palms of her hands on the man chest pushing him backwards with such force, Venge actually lost his footing stumbled back falling into his lazy boy chair. Kasdeya slowly begun to prowl towards him. Upon falling his hands landed over the arm rest, aiming to leave the seat, the woman he could not stand placed her foot over his chest pushing him hard back into it. "No no, you swore from that little nod of yours, that we could talk." Looking up at her while his body was stopped without a problem he looked into her eyes, a deep sigh came through his lips. "As you wish, Mistress..." Pulling her leg away, she climbed into his lap straddling him. Her hands sliding around his neck, her breasts heaved while they were close to his face. The one woman, he aimed to fight and not give in to her, she has begun doing what she does best seduce any male the moment she gets close. She was like a succubus letting her lust lead the way. "Why is it you seem to come for me instead of another man.. Am I that important you? Seriously answer the question. I am not some creature you can just come around and do as you want." He was growing aggravated he knew this woman too well. She seemed to always hunt for him each time he left her. Or even tried to kill her. Venge let forth a growl reaching for her throat, she felt the large hand of his made a sudden moan come through her lips. Listening to the eager moan that came from the woman he held her by her slender throat. He wanted to squeeze the life from her, but instead he too let his lust come into play. Pulling her into an intoxicating kiss. Kasdeya moaned into his mouth responding to Venge's deep crushing kiss, climbing closer to him her small left hand reached downwards rubbing over his length of his manhood. Her hand ran along him like an eager virgin new to such a thing that is normally forbidden. Venge pulled away from the kiss looking towards her before his eyes lead towards her hand over him. His large body moved trying to calm himself his pleasure continued to build. Kasdeya lifted up positioning herself over him, only to bring her other hand over him as well stroking his length using both her hands. Looking down at her hands her movements slowly became catlike while she moved her body, her tri-pierced tongue slithered through her lips, looking towards the male she continued to pleasure. Venge tried to get comfortable biting his bottom lip, he felt her hands moving over him through his leather pants tilting his head back he let out a stifling moan. Letting her neck go his hands gripped the armrests. " Stoooppp ppleasee..." Listening to his pleas, Kasdeya only looked at him with a wicked smile that inched over her lips. Her right slowly slid over his girth through his pants moving towards the zipper, her index and thumb latched upon it pulling it downwards. Moving her hand from his shaft, she slid her hand fully into his pants. " You said we we'll talk, so talk to me, Dion." His eyes wondered away from her, his eyes gleamed while he felt his lips curling into a menacing sneer. Venge wasn't liking the fact his creator was seducing him in such a manner. Turning his head towards the woman swiftly his hair moved in a very smooth flow. " I said we would talk but I was thinking of using our lips in a different kind of manner."