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I Dare You... Ch. 4

By: Sare



Atmosphere is everything. The world's best food, smartest waiters, and most expensive menus are nothing if the lighting is too bright, the music too loud, or there are stains on the tablecloths.

He'd brought her to her favourite restaurant for dinner. They sat quietly talking, sipping white wine, their waiter appearing and disappearing unobtrusively at intervals. They held hands under the table.

Suddenly he noticed a wicked gleam in her eye as she shifted restively in her chair. Her hand guided his, letting his fingers rest on her thigh. His eyes widened as he caught her intention. She leaned towards him, and he kissed her. She rested her cool cheek against his hot one, whispering huskily into his ear: "I dare you." He remained silent, though his fingers on her thigh tightened. She murmured again, "I dare you," adding, "I dare you… to make me cum."

His breath caught in his throat. He felt his own excitement stirring and knew that she must have known, must have guessed what effect her words would have on him. Silently he cursed her for the control she held over him. He slid his fingers down towards her knee until he reached the hem of her skirt, then began moving back up.

As his fingers glided up the nylon of her stockings, she reached for her wineglass and sipped from it. She smiled over the rim of her glass as his fingers made the discovery that her stocking came only to mid-thigh - and then that she wore no panties.

As his fingers slipped easily against her wet lips, she set her glass down on the table and folded her hands on the tablecloth. She drew in a deep breath that stuck heavily in her throat as his index finger slipped deeply into her pussy. Her thighs spread slightly, instinctively, her body opening to his touch. She slid slightly forward in her seat, allowing his fingers better access.

Looking around the restaurant, he saw that they were unobserved. Without removing his fingers from between her legs, he slipped silently from his seat and crouched beneath the table, the long cloth hiding him from view. He pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh just above her knee, and her hands came down to rest on his head, slipping through his hair. She pushed herself still further forward, and the sweet smell of her arousal reached his nose as he leaned in closer, his tongue flicking out against the stocking covering her thigh.

She bit her lip tightly to keep from making too much noise, but as his lips moved further up her thigh, his fingers curled inside her, brushing her inner walls and sending shivers of pleasure up and down her spine, and she gripped his head tightly with her fingers in his hair.

His lips moved ever closer to her pussy, the intoxicating smell of her juices driving him insane, and his cock strained against his pants as he worked another finger into her tight opening. Her thighs spread even further apart as his lips drew closer, and finally his tongue flicked out to rasp across her clit. Her hands tightened in his hair as she shuddered in pleasure, and he quickly sucked her clit into his mouth. The taste of her filled his senses, and he released her clit to drag his tongue up and down her slit, trying to taste more and more of her sweet juices. He drew his fingers from her pussy and sucked the wetness from them, then pushed them back into her wet hole, three fingers this time, twisting and curling as they entered her. He watched her pussy lips stretch around him, and felt his cock throb as it ached to take their place. Instead he contented himself with sucking at her pussy - his mouth closing around her wet, silky lips, around her hard, throbbing clit, pushing into her wet hole alongside his fingers. The smallest finger of his right hand dipped briefly into her pussy and moved around to her ass, brushing so lightly across her tight opening as he sucked harder on her clit.

Serious now, needing her to cum, he sucked at her clit, his fingers curling against her pussy's inner walls and brushing against her ass, as she writhed beneath his ministrations. He felt her pussy clenching his fingers and her hips pushing up into his mouth, and he moved faster, harder, knowing exactly what she wanted with every stroke and every suck. Finally he felt her pussy spasming even harder, heard her whimpers and moans growing slightly louder, felt her body tensing and preparing for its release - and then suddenly it exploded over her, her body shaking and shuddering as she clutched him tightly with her hands and with her thighs and with her pussy. She came and came, holding him in a vice-like grip, refusing to let him go. Finally her thighs relaxed, her hands stroked his hair gently, her pussy still clenching and releasing his fingers softly.

He licked his lips, then her pussy, lapping up all the juices that had escaped. He sucked his fingers clean as he pulled them out of her wetness. Finally he pulled himself back up into his chair, his rock-hard cock throbbing in protest. He leaned towards her and she kissed him, licking his lips and sucking his tongue into her mouth, tasting herself. Finally he pulled back and smiled, taking a sip from his wineglass, then leaning to her once more and whispering in her ear… "My turn again."

I Dare You... Ch. 5



A good hotel room isn't only about the view, the cleanliness of the sheets, the fluffiness of the towels. A good hotel room has a bed with a headboard that has some kind of rungs; it has a large ice bucket and wineglasses; it has soundproof walls. And it has a plain, straight-backed wooden chair. Preferably with silk scarves at the ready.

They came in from shopping, their arms filled with parcels. Setting the bags down on the bed, they stripped off their coats and shoes. Noses red from the cold, they kissed softly. He looked into her glittering eyes, wondering if this was the right moment to use his last dare. He knew that he trusted her… but did he trust himself? Taking a deep breath, he smiled at her. Her answering smile lit up her face and shone radiantly from her eyes. "I dare you," he said quietly.

Her brow wrinkled slightly in concern, sensing his hesitation. But he knew that if he did not do this, he would regret it. She laid her hand against his cheek, her fingers warm on his still-cold skin. She pressed her lips to his briefly, then rested her head on his shoulder, waiting patiently. He continued to take slow, deep breaths, summoning the courage. Finally he spoke, and she lifted her head to watch his face. "I dare you," he said, "to take control… do whatever you want with me… I am yours."

Her eyes widened. She looked at him seriously, seeming to weigh his words. "You want me to dominate you… make you submit to me?"

He nodded.

"Say it."

"I submit to you."

She smiled. They both knew that this was one of her darkest fantasies. "Take your clothes off," she said abruptly, turning her back on him and hanging her coat in the closet and closing the closet door. She walked to her suitcase and rummaged inside it. When she turned, he was standing next to the bed, fully naked. "Very good," she said approvingly. Grabbing the desk chair, she dragged it out into the middle of the large room. She gestured to it, and he sat.

"Put your hands at your sides and hold onto the legs of the chair," she said, and he did so. She tied his wrists to the legs of the chair with silk scarves, then did the same to his ankles. She took the last scarf and dragged it lightly over his naked chest, over his shoulders and across the back of his neck. He moaned softly.

Standing behind him, she removed her clothes slowly, leaving him to adjust to the rather uncomfortable chair. Finally she stood behind him, totally naked. She bent over to press her lips to the back of his neck. The sudden contact startled him, and he jumped slightly. Parting her lips, she sank her teeth lightly into his neck. He went rigid, barely breathing. She released her teeth from his skin and stood up, standing just inches behind him. He relaxed slightly.

Walking around in front of him, she studied his body. As his eyes took her in, starting at her feet, moving up her legs, past her hips, over her stomach, past her breasts, and finally locked eyes with hers, his cock, already semi-erect, hardened fully. The look in her eyes was dangerous, frightening. He drew in a sharp breath. He knew she would not hurt him… but oh, the things she could do that would not hurt, but that were equally frightening. Suddenly she smiled, catching him off guard, her eyes softening as she looked down at him. Her smile was disarming, and he smiled back helplessly, caught in the headlights of her shining eyes.

So it came as a shock when her hands reached forward, digging deeply into his skin, and raked her nails down his chest, hard, drawing tiny beads of blood to the surface. He gasped, then cried out slightly. Her eyes flashed to his, suddenly cold, and his mouth closed. "Be quiet," she said in a low voice, and he nodded.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his left nipple, her tongue flicking out, then her mouth closing over it. She sucked softly. Then her teeth closed around his nipple, biting down harder as she tugged at it, before letting it snap back. Moving to the other, she did the same, this time harder. He bit his lip to keep from making a sound, and as she straightened up she rewarded his efforts by kissing him softly, running her tongue over his lips and pressing it into his mouth. He moaned slightly as she kissed him, cock throbbing. Immediately she pulled away and silently he cursed himself. But she only sank to her knees in front of him, her head resting on his left thigh. Her breath was hot against his skin, and he tried to hold very still as it tickled the hair on his leg.

Her hands moved to the outsides of his thighs, without moving her head, and she dragged her nails roughly down his legs. Leaving red tracks again, but no blood. Somehow, this time, it didn't hurt. He felt pain - but it didn't hurt. Before he could finish rationalising this to himself, her mouth was on his cock. It was sudden and intense. Her mouth was hot and wet and it enveloped him tightly, and it was all he could do to bite back the moans of pleasure that rose in his throat.

Her lips stretched around his cock, she inhaled deeply, smelling the familiar scents of his body. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she was tempted to abandon her plans and beg him to fuck her. Ever so slightly, his hips began to move with the motion of her mouth. Immediately, she pulled away. Standing in front of him, she glared at him.

Stepping closer, she stood with her pussy just inches from his face. The smell of her juices was intoxicating, and he leaned his head forward, his mouth seeking her soft, wet folds. Instead of pulling away, as he had half-expected her to do, she stepped closer, allowing his tongue to slip between her wet lips. She moaned as his mouth expertly caressed her pussy, pushing her hips forward into his face.

He tried his best not to moan along with her as he licked and sucked at her sweet pussy. His cock throbbed against his lower abdomen, his fingers clenched on the legs of the chair. Suddenly she pulled back from his mouth and sank down directly onto his cock, impaling herself on him. He bit his lip as hard as he could to keep quiet. She showed no such restraint as she gasped, loudly. Buried to the hilt inside her, he could not move, but sat waiting for her to begin a rhythm. Instead she remained motionless, her face just inches from his, her breasts pressed to his chest.

Pulling back, she looked at him. His nose and chin, as well as his lips, were soaked with her juices. His eyes were bright and fixed on her, shining with emotion and desire. She knew that he was dying to fuck her, to lift his hips and push his cock deeper into her pussy, to grab her hips and ass and lift her up only to bring her down again hard on his cock. She wanted it, too, wanted the exquisite release that would shortly follow. Her hands moved to untie his, but as they did so, he flicked his hips against hers.

Startled, she first moved into the sensation, but quickly realised what he had done. Lifting her hands from their intended action she raked them hard down his chest, again nearly drawing blood. As he shuddered in pain and pleasure, she lifted up and then sank down again on his cock. His head thrown back, he moaned, loud and full. The unrestrainable passion of it shocked her. She reached immediately to release his hands from their bonds, then slipped from his lap to untie his feet.

"Lay on your back on the bed," she said, and he did. She quickly climbed on top of him, sinking back down on his cock, her pussy stretching around him to let him in deeper than before. He looked at her, questioning, and she said, "Ask nicely."

"May I touch you, please?"

"Yes."

His hands immediately cupped her hips, sliding around to her ass, parting her cheeks. She lifted up and then sank down again, his hands pushing her down harder, and he slipped still deeper into her aching pussy. She began to ride his cock, hard, setting a fast and furious pace. His fingers on her ass slipped between her cheeks, rubbing gently over her tight hole, causing her to jump slightly. He lifted his knees to thrust up into her with more strength, and she moaned her approval. Her hands braced on the headboard, she frantically rode his cock, feeling her clit grind against his pelvis as she did. Her wetness slipped down his cock and onto his balls, and he moaned. Her head thrown back, she pushed down harder and faster with every movement, getting so close. She looked down at him and their eyes locked. Her voice was a raspy whisper as she said, "I want you to cum when I tell you to. Can you do that?"

He nodded, his grip on her ass tightening. His index finger, slippery with her juices, continued to tease her asshole, and she moaned. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, as over and over she drove herself down on him. Feeling his balls tighten, he moaned, and she bit her lip tightly at the sound. She rocked her hips frantically against his, becoming aware of his finger slipping inside her tight hole, her clit grinding against his matted hairs, and screamed "NOW, CUM FOR ME, BABY, NOW!"

Pushing up with all his strength, he shoved his cock as deep and as hard into her as he could, feeling the delicious spasms of her pussy milking his cock as he exploded, shooting his hot load deep into her. She cried out, gripping the headboard, her thighs clamped around his.

Finally she relaxed, collapsing on his chest, breathing heavily. He put his arms around her and held her close, kissing her forehead. Lazily she opened her eyes and smiled… "My turn."