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Meeting Ch. 02

By: Lyn Lei



I didn't have to wonder for long. As my tongue laps over your cock, cleaning your cum from it, I hear you say, "I think we'll order in for dinner tonight. Well, I will. You will be dining on the cum from my cock." 

Surprised, I look up at you to see you smiling down at me, obviously enjoying the situation. The soft sucking on your cock a relaxing sensation as you continue, "Actually, I think my cum will be all you have to eat for the next 24 hours. That should teach you to appreciate each drop." My eyes widen, surprise flickers in them as you stand up, pulling your cock from my mouth. Surely you couldn't mean that would be all I could eat... the idea of enjoying your cum is incredible but surely I'll get very hungry...

Standing up slowly, running my hands up your thighs, trailing them over your abdomen, spreading my palms over your chest, my mouth follows, tongue darting out to lick a trail up to your mouth. I feel your hands encircle my waist, squeezing, kneading, as you bend down to meet me standing up on my toes to kiss you. Our tongues touch and warmth spreads through my body, tightening the building need. My hands reach around to run up your back, to pull you towards me to feel your body heat against my bare breasts; wanting to feel them flatten against your hard chest. 

Your hands skim down my waist to run over the flimsy material of my sheer panties and around to squeeze my butt. The feel of your fingers digging into my bottom as you squeeze sends thrills through me. One of your hands trails softly up my spine leaving shivers in its wake. Your fingers sift through my hair as your fist closes and uses my hair to pull my head back, pulling my mouth from yours, until our eyes meet. "Just my cum, do you understand?" 

I murmur "Yes, sir" as your hand leaves my hair and you reach back down to my waist to grip it, turning me around so that my back is to you. 

At once I feel your body heat against me, your cock pressing into my lower back. Your hands slip around to fan out over my stomach and slide slowly up to cup a breast in each hand. My nipples press into your palms as your hands lift the weight of each breast and I sigh as the delicious feelings your hands bring swirl through me. The strength of your squeeze and your grip on my breasts is such a delightful feeling. Your fingers search out my tightened nipples to twist and pinch them as I lean my head back into you. Using them as leads you begin to pull them out away from my body so much so that I follow them, removing my back from your chest, to try to alleviate the discomfort.

"Time for your punishment. Move over to the bed and bend over it." 

Punishment!? I turn to look at you, puzzlement clear in my eyes. I hear the laughter in your voice as you say "Oh, you thought only consuming my cum for the next 24 hours was your punishment? No, silly girl, that's a lesson. Besides, we both know you'll enjoy that almost as much as I will; but this... maybe not so much. Turn back around." The laughter no longer plays in your voice but a stern tone does and a search of your eyes shows no leniency. 

Reluctantly, I move over to the side of the bed, facing it. I lower my chest towards the bed feeling your hand splay against my naked back pushing me down further. Bending submissively in front of you causes my panties to grow taut across my bottom and highlights my wet pussy. I spread my legs a little enjoying the cool air as it plays across my wetness, hoping you'll touch me there. 

"Legs together for now." 

Your voice makes me quiver with need as I put them together for you. The clipped, disapproving tone invades me with your authority. I hear you drag the chair you were sitting on over to where I'm bent over on the bed. You place the chair right behind me and sit down behind my presented bottom. I feel your hands again return to my cheeks, running over them, squeezing the taut flesh. I feel your fingers enter the waistline of my panties and slowly pull them down exposing me to you inch by inch. I feel your fingers trail along my skin as it's exposed to you. Your eyes watching my skin as it comes into view, I can almost feel the heat from that alone. I slip my feet out of the panties as they hit my ankles and move back into position for you. I know you can see my glistening center peeking between my thighs, so vulnerable to you in this position. My complete nakedness before you, awaiting punishment, brings such feelings of defenselessness, I tremble. 

I feel your hands slip between my thighs, grabbing them tightly in your grip. You play my body so well. Without words you push out on them, roughly telling me with your hands what you want. I obey and spread my legs wide for you feeling the lips of my pussy open and the cool air hit the sensitive flesh as your heated gaze takes in my pink insides being exposed to you. I love nothing more than I love to be naked, vulnerable, spread and waiting for you to exact your appetites upon me. 

I hear the chair scrape back along the floor as you stand. I cry out as your hand slaps down onto my bare bottom displayed before you. I knew you were going to spank me but I wasn't prepared for the hard slaps to come without any light taps or preparation. The sting from your hand is sharp, leaving behind a red mark that contrasts against my pale skin. The slap sounds so loud in the quiet room. With my skin still stinging, your fingers trail down between my legs to feel the wetness pooled there. The pleasurable feelings your fingers ignite in me war with the stinging pain felt elsewhere. 

The harshness of the first slap has barely dissipated when the next several land, each on alternating cheeks, each increasing the pain, each one harder than the last. Tears form in my eyes as your hand lands leaving red hand prints in its wake. The pain is sharp and my body trembles with it, I bite my bottom lip as the pain spears through me, tears now streaming. My center is soaked and the juices begin to flow down my spread thighs. It surprises me that I can be spanked with such fierce blows and still be turned on by it. The last hit strikes harder than all of the ones before it and my flesh is on fire, I want to rub it, to make the pain ease but I don't think you'll allow it so I lie there and whimper and tremble with need. 

Relief is immediate as your fingers trail back down to my very wet and swollen pussy. I feel them slide up into me, stretching me open, my juices coating your fingers, my muscles tightening around them. They slide back out and lightly trail along my tender insides. My body tingles as your fingers swirl around my sensitive clit. The coiling tightness increases as the pleasure from your touch washes over me. The feelings so delicious they threaten to make me explode. Your fingers withdraw and just the aching need is left. 

I push back looking for your hand or any part of you to touch me. My motions are met with a small slap to my wet center. The slapping wetness resounds and I arch forward from the unexpected feelings. The need to be touched is so strong and to have that touch be a quick, sharp slap is maddening. I want release so badly and being kept on the edge is torture. Your fingers again push up into me, my muscles contracting around them as you slide them in and out. My body begins to move with the rhythm of your fingers, enjoying the tides of pleasure building high. My movements are met by a couple of harsh slaps from your other hand to my bottom, your other hand's fingers still stroking inside my pussy. Instantly my skin, so tender from the previous spanking, comes alive and feels like it's on fire. 

"Owww, please!" I beg you and immediately stop moving against your fingers as they continue fucking me. Your hand rests on my lower back as your fingers leave me to continue their perusal of my swollen center, slipping around my taut clit and back inside of me, only to leave again and repeat the process. The need for release builds to such a frenzy that I can't help but move against your hand, my back arches as I push back against your hand. My body is unable to remain still under the assault of your fingers. Immediately the sharp slap on my center registers and it's quickly followed by more. The hand on my lower back holds me in place as I try to writhe away from the spanking. 

The spanking stops only when I stop moving to get away from it. My desire to be touched, the building need to cum being met only with sharp slaps is just enough to keep me teetering on the edge but unable to cum. My body trembles under your pinning hand. I feel you lean forward against me. Your hard, thick cock lying against my bottom, rubbing against my tender cheeks then slipping between my spread center, your chest lying against my back. 

"Please, please let me cum." I murmur to you, the need so strong inside of me. 

"No. You may not. This is your punishment, remember?" 

The head of your cock slips between my tender lips, spreading them apart. My muscles clench around the head of your cock as it pushes into me, filling me full inside. Slowly you give me your cock, inch by inch enjoying the feelings as my clenching muscles milk you. Once fully inside of me you remain motionless enjoying the contracting squeezing around your cock as I enjoy the feeling of being so full of you and feeling your cock throb in the tight confines.

Rising up off of me, your hands return to my hips, squeezing and kneading them. Slowly you drag your cock from my body, enjoying the feeling of my muscles tightening around you, trying to keep you inside, stopping only when just the head of your cock remains inside. In one fluid motion you slam your cock back up inside of me, using your grip on my hips to pull me hard onto you at the same time. The unexpectedness of it forces the air from my lungs as you repeatedly drive hard into me in one constant motion. The increased rhythm so arousing, so deep inside of me, the need builds, difficult to hold at bay. Your relentless fucking threatens to undo me. 

Unable to maintain, I cry out. "Please, I can't... I'm going to cum". 

Your hand reaches up to grip my hair and fist there, your weight lowers to pin me to the bed, your cock fucking me very slowly now. 

You lift my head up by my hair and growl into my ear "No. You'd better not. You're just going to lay here while I fuck you and fill you with my cum." The tone of your voice brooks no further argument and ensures further punishment should I not listen to you. I fight the urge so strong in me to release and explode with pleasure. 

Your cock fucks such a maddeningly slow rhythm as your hand, still fisted in my hair, holds my head over to the side and down to the mattress exposing the side of my neck to you. Your other hand comes up under me, sliding along my stomach and breasts up to grip my shoulder. I feel your teeth bite into the column of my neck as you fuck hard and deep into me in such a slow rhythm allowing the walls of my cunt to milk the cum from your cock. One final, hard, deep thrust and your body stills and tenses as my muscles contract around you. I feel the vibrations of your groan through your bite on my neck as you empty your cum deep inside of me. 

My body is alive and on fire with the need to release being so denied. I lie there motionless as your cock is withdrawn from me and your body lifts. I feel you reach down and pat my cum filled pussy with your hand as you stand. You move around to the other side of the bed and crawl up to sit in front of me spreading your thighs wide enough so that my head rests between them. Looking up at your cock so covered in cum and my juices mixed together, I slide you into my mouth to lick you clean. Your body reclines back, leaning on one hand while the other goes to the back of my head and holds it down, forcing your still hard cock deep into my throat, enjoying the choking vibrations on your sensitive cock. As your hold lessens I lift up to continue cleaning our juices off of your cock as it loses its hardness. Once completely soft and clean, I look up at you smiling down at me. 

"Kneel up here on the bed in front of me and spread your legs." 

Oh god. I move to do as you say, wincing at the soreness of my spanked bottom. When properly positioned before you, I feel your hand run up the inside of my thigh from my knee to my center, collecting the juices that have run down. Your hand is presented to me covered in a mixture of your cum and my juices. Without a word I begin to lick the juices from your hand and clean it. Once clean you run your fingers up the inside of my other thigh. Repeating the process I again lick off the mixture and clean your hand. 

Your hand returns to cup my center as your cum leaks from it leaving a small pool of our juices in your cupped fingers. You present the puddle of juices to me saying: "Eat. This is dinner." 

A thrill runs through me at your commanding tone. I lap at the juices in your hand, sucking the salty fluid into my mouth and swallowing it. I lick your fingers clean before they return to my center for a new batch. I devour each puddle of juices you give to me until nothing more drips from me. Your fingers return to my spread pussy knelt before you, and two push up inside of me, furthering my need to cum. I feel you moving them deep inside, rubbing against the tight walls, collecting any remaining cum. Your fingers feel so good inside me, your palm rubbing on my sensitive clit, only to be denied release yet again as your fingers leave me. The wicked glint I see in your eyes as you watch my body react tells me that release will not come soon as your fingers, covered with our juices, push into my mouth. The process repeats, fingers fucking into me on the guise of collecting cum long after the cum has been cleaned out and eaten, driving me crazy with the need to explode in release, only to be taken out and put into my mouth again just before I can. 

My body is quivering with need, trembling from the pleasure you bring to it. I lick my lips as you pull your fingers from my mouth. "Good girl. You can enjoy my cock while I eat my dinner and if you continue to be good, I'll give you dessert." 

To be continued... 

Meeting Ch. 02



Author's note: Thank you to my good friends, BaileyL and Squarey, for reading, correcting, suggesting, pushing, and encouraging me.

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April waited for her breathing to return to normal as she watched Evan efficiently pouring drinks for them, a vodka and cranberry juice for her, whisky for him. She straightened and pulled her blouse together with trembling hands. 

As she reached for the top button Evan told her, "No, don't...leave it open."

Reluctantly, she let go of the edges of the blouse and reached for the glass he handed to her. She kept her eyes on her drink, unable to meet his gaze, and took a sip. Now that her climax was over and her heart was returning to normal, she was embarrassed. Embarrassed by her disheveled, exposed state while he remained calm, cool, and completely dressed. Embarrassed by how easily he had turned her into a writhing mass of need. While Evan had proven to her that she was capable of responding to him, now she was afraid of the power of those responses. For the last year and a half she had enjoyed the fantasy of ceding control to him, but suddenly faced with the reality, April felt a sense of foreboding...mixed with excitement...knowing that what had just happened was only a taste of what was to come in the next two days. 

Holding her elbow, Evan guided her further into the hotel room. Or suite, she could see now. There was a kitchenette; a sofa, coffee table, and wing-back chair in the living room area; a small dining table with two chairs (one of which was now sitting across from the sofa with ropes attached to it) sitting in front of a huge picture window, a set of glass French doors leading out onto a terrace; through a set of double doors she could see a tastefully furnished bedroom. With a very large bed. Beyond the bed was the bathroom, which she couldn't see much of but it looked to be quite luxurious. He led her to the window and they stood sipping their drinks as they gazed out at a spectacular view of San Francisco. She thought it was unlikely that anyone could see her up here. At least that was what she hoped. The air felt cool as it hit her bra, wet from his mouth, and her breasts were covered with goose bumps, her nipples erect. She watched his profile as he looked out the window. 

"Nice view," he murmured. 

"As nice as New York?"

He looked at her and smiled. "Nothing is as nice as New York." Gesturing to the sofa he added, "Why don't we sit down?"

April wished she could go to the bathroom and wipe off the wetness between her legs, knowing that if she sat down in this condition it was going to get on her skirt...and probably the sofa. But she suspected he would not allow that; she knew that he liked for her to walk around with her juices smeared on her pussy and her thighs. The truth was that she enjoyed it as well, pretending it was his cum. She tried to arrange her skirt so that none would soak through to the rather expensive-looking sofa. Evan sat next to her, his left thigh touching her right, his left arm on the back of the sofa behind her and his hand just touching her shoulder.

"How was your drive," he asked as they sipped their drinks. 

"Not bad," she said, looking up at him curiously. This was the kind of question she had expected when she arrived...before they got down to the reason for this weekend. 

She relaxed as they talked about inconsequential things; the weather in New York versus San Francisco, his flight and her drive, the new titles that had arrived at her bookstore the day before, sightseeing plans for the next day. Out of the corner of her eye, through the bedroom doors, she could see the dresser, and on it were items laid out neatly. She couldn't see what they were, exactly, but she caught flashes of leather and chrome. Evan noticed her gaze wandering in that direction.

"Can I look," she asked softly. 

"Sure. Do you want another drink?"

"No, thank you." 

He took their empty glasses to the kitchenette as she stood and walked to the bedroom, feeling the butterflies begin again in her stomach. Her reflection in the mirror seemed to belong to someone else. Alone with a man she had only met in person an hour ago, her shirt open and bra exposed, wet spots on her skirt. This wasn't April Greer...responsible parent, upstanding business owner, respected in her community. She had only dated sporadically since her husband passed away suddenly ten years earlier...and hadn't had sex with any of them. Ten years...how had she come to be in this hotel room with this man? 

She stood and looked at his collection. Black leather cuffs and collar...they looked more expensive than her purple ones, and more menacing, somehow. Evan had told her not to bring hers ("You're going to wear my collar this weekend"). He had told her not to bring anything but clothes for the weekend; he would provide everything else they needed. Chrome clips and short chains, varying lengths of rope, nipple clamps connected by a thin silver chain, and the whips. Black leather crop, a flogger...she ran her fingers over them lightly, shuddering with an equal mix of anticipation and dread. Her eyes met his in the mirror as he came to stand behind her. 

"Are you ready, baby?" 

"I think so," she whispered. 

"Take off your top." Unable to tear her gaze from his, she shrugged and let the blouse slide off her shoulders and down her arms, dropping it on a bit of clear space on the dresser. "Now the bra." She blushed as she reached behind her to unhook her bra, putting it on top of the blouse. "And the skirt." Her fingers shaking, she unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, still looking at him as the skirt joined the pile on the dresser.

She blushed again and dropped her gaze, unable to watch him looking at her nude body. Not a slim, tight, young body. While she exercised and tried to eat healthfully, she lacked the discipline it would take to keep a fifty year old body looking like it was thirty. Her body had the curves and slight sag that came from age and four pregnancies. Her breasts, not the huge jugs she suspected he had imagined, were full, with large brown areolas and nipples...the result of having nursed her babies all those years ago. 

Stepping closer to her, Evan ran his hands over her belly and her hips. She could feel his erection, hard against her butt. His hands cupped her breasts and squeezed, causing her to gasp. His attention was riveted on the mirror, watching the way her flesh filled his hands and squeezed through his fingers. Then they skimmed over her belly to her generous hips and ass (definitely not her favorite part of her body), to the insides of her thighs. Two fingers slid into her folds, still slick with her juices. She moaned softly and wiggled her butt against him. He pulled his fingers out and brought them towards her lips. 

"No!" Her eyes wide with shock, she grabbed his wrist.

"Who gave you permission to touch me," he growled in her ear.

They froze for a moment, eyes locked. Unable to bear his gaze any longer, she closed her eyes in defeat. Releasing his wrist, she opened her mouth and he pushed his fingers between her lips. 

"Suck that, baby. Suck all that juice off my fingers," he told her softly, his mouth against her ear.

She whimpered but did as he told her. It was the first time she had tasted herself and she was surprised that the musky flavor was not repulsive, as she expected. Soon her whimpers turned to moans of need as she sucked on his fingers, her hips beginning to grind in small circles. When he pulled his fingers from her mouth, she opened dazed eyes, aware that she was getting wetter but not sure why. He reached across to pick up the black leather wrist cuffs and turned her to face him. She watched him as he fastened the cuffs on her wrists. She could see the desire and excitement on his face, as well as the hard cock pushing against the fabric of his pants. But he was controlled, businesslike, as he knelt and buckled the cuffs on her ankles. Standing up, he looked her over for a moment before turning her around and picking up a chrome clip. He pulled her wrists behind her and slid the clip through the rings on the cuffs, binding her arms behind her.

Her heart was pounding as he looked at her and smiled. This was what she had imagined so many times when she put her own cuffs on at home. Sometimes she put her hands behind her and pretended they were bound, but this...this was so much more powerful than her imagination could conjure up. There was fear...she was completely at the mercy of this man standing in front of her. He could do anything he wanted to her and she wouldn't be able to stop him. But more than fear, there was relief. It was out of her hands now...literally. She didn't have to worry about "performance"; he was in control and he would direct whatever happened. 

"Almost perfect," he said. 

He picked up the black leather collar and buckled it around her throat, then stood back to look at her. Her breasts lifted with each shallow breath and her nipples hardened. At home, playing with her cute purple leather collar, pretending it meant she belonged to Evan, she'd had no idea how it would feel for him to place his own collar on her. She felt a sudden urge to drop to her knees, to kiss his feet, to beg him to take her, to do whatever he wanted with her. But she stood there, wearing only her garter, stockings, and heels...along with his cuffs and collar...waiting for him, for his reaction. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her throat along the collar. 

"God, baby, you have no idea how fucking hot you look like this," he whispered in her ear, causing shivers to run down her spine. "Do you feel how hard you make me?" He rubbed his cock against her and she whimpered. "It makes me so crazy to see you like this. I want to just throw you on that bed and fuck you." 

He lifted her face to him and kissed her, hard and deep, stamping his brand on her with his lips and his tongue. His hands pulled her tight against his hard body and she could feel the muscles of his chest and thighs beneath his clothes, the buttons on his shirt and the zipper on his pants bit into her soft skin, making her groan. One hand went to her hair, holding her head immobile as he continued to devour her mouth. His other hand slid down her back and over the smooth skin of her buttocks. One finger threatened to slide between her cheeks and she jerked and squealed in protest. She felt him smile against her mouth as he withdrew his finger. April pushed herself against him and hungrily returned his kiss. Finally he pulled away and held her away from him. She was flushed and panting. 

"Yeah...I want to fuck you. But we have some business first." He held her face between his hands and looked into her eyes. "Do you know your safe word, April?"

"Yes," she said. They had discussed safe words, of course, but communicating only by email or phone, there had never been a need for one.

"Say it."

"R..red."

He nodded. "Don't say it again unless you really want me to stop. Understand?"

"I understand," she said softly.

"And if you can't talk?"

She swallowed hard at that. If she couldn't talk?!

"I make three sounds."

"OK, then let's get started."

He took her arm and led her back into the living room, to the chair that was sitting across from the sofa. He guided her into it, her bound arms behind the back. Using the ropes he already had on the chair, he tied one around her waist, slid rope through the rings on her ankle cuffs, binding them to the legs of the chair. He took a length of rope and threaded it between her elbows, pulling her arms back and causing her breasts to thrust out even more. He walked around the chair, looking her over, and then went over to the dresser and picked up the crop. Her breath caught in her throat when he laid the crop on the coffee table. Leaning down, he caught her face between his hands. She opened her mouth for a kiss, but he didn't kiss her right away. He licked and bit her lips until she was frantic for his kiss. Only then did he cover her lips with his and thrust his tongue into her mouth. 

She moaned into his mouth, suddenly very aware of just how restrained she was. She couldn't touch him, couldn't lean into him, couldn't thrust her pussy against him. She kissed him feverishly, showing how much she wanted him in the only way left to her. He knelt in front of her, kissing and licking her throat and her chest. He licked each of her breasts, staying away from the aching nipples until she was wiggling as much as the rope around her waist allowed, begging him. Finally, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and she felt an electric shock in her pussy. He moved back and forth between her nipples, her moans and gasps growing louder. 

Evan left her aching breasts and began licking and biting across her belly to her thighs, then continued along the inside of each thigh. He licked her smooth mons and her outer lips. Using two fingers to open her, he licked along her folds, pushed his tongue inside her, then sucked her clit between his lips and lashed it with his tongue. 

"Oh, oh, ohhhhh...."

He slid two fingers into her and began to pump, still sucking and licking her clit. When her thighs began to tremble and she began to pant softly, he pulled away, eliciting a whine of protest. He stood up and looked down at her; she was flushed and gasping for breath. He picked up the crop and she jumped as he traced it lightly along her jaw, then down to her chest. Around each breast, over each nipple, across her belly, up the inside of each thigh...everywhere the crop lightly slid across her skin it left a trail of goose bumps. Her head was lolling back, eyes closed, panting softly. He pushed the crop against her lips.

"Lick it," he ordered. 

She opened her eyes and lifted her head, looking at him questioningly. He brushed the crop across her lips. Opening her mouth, her tongue came out and she licked the leather tentatively, then again, and again. Now he pushed it into her mouth and her eyes flew to him in alarm.

"Suck it, April. Pretend it's my cock and show me how you suck me."

She swallowed nervously and began to suck hesitantly. She closed her eyes and did as he told her...pretended it was his cock. She had done that so many times with her vibrator at home, both at his command and while fantasizing alone. She sighed and sucked harder, moaning softly. She was so into the fantasy of sucking him, that he had to tug on the crop to pull it from her mouth. She opened her eyes and watched him looking at the crop, the leather dark with her saliva. Her eyes moved down to his crotch, where the bulge in his pants seemed even bigger. 

"You really are a slut, aren't you, April?"

She looked back up at his face and realized he had been watching her. Her face reddened and she dropped her gaze to the floor, shaking her head in denial.

"N..no," she whispered. 

"No," he growled, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling her head back so that she was looking up at him. There was nothing soft or warm about his eyes now. Even as her eyes widened in fear, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy clench with desire. "Look at you," he said. "Tied up, sucking on a piece of leather because your Master told you to. Are you telling me you don't like this, April?" 

"No..I...I..."

"No...you aren't telling me that. Because you do like it...you love it. You're so fucking wet already and you're hoping, just hoping, that I'm going to whip you with this crop, aren't you?"

She didn't answer, couldn't answer...she just stared up at him. He kissed her, making her groan with the force of his excitement. She closed her eyes and kissed him back hungrily. Without breaking the kiss, he brought the crop down on the top her right breast...just a light slap. She jumped and squealed, sucking on his tongue frantically. He continued kissing her as he slapped her breasts with the crop; the tops, sides, undersides. Her moaning was constant, feverishly biting his lips and sucking on his tongue. 

He pulled away from her mouth and stood up, still slapping the crop on her breasts. April closed her eyes and leaned her head back as he whipped her breasts and nipples, gradually hitting them harder and harder as her pain level grew with her excitement...and as the fire grew in her pussy. Never in her life could she remember wanting a man's mouth on her tits as much as she wanted Evan's. 

"Please, please, please...." she groaned, unable to verbalize what she wanted.

Suddenly the whipping stopped. She opened her eyes and saw him lay the crop in the coffee table and open his belt and zipper. Her eyes grew wide as he pulled out his cock...angry and red, the head glistening with precum. She licked her lips and groaned as he began to slide his hand up and down its length. 

"You want that, baby?" His free hand caressed her face and then moved down and squeezed one of her reddened breasts.

"Oh! Evan....please," she whispered.

"You want it, don't you? You want this big cock in your little whore mouth, don't you? But you don't get it...not yet. Not 'til I say."

She groaned with frustration as he continued pumping his hand up and down his shaft. He moved forward and ran the head across her lips and her tongue flicked out, reaching for him, but she was too late. She licked his precum off her lips and pulled against the restraints on her wrists, but they held fast. Gripping her head with both hands he leaned into her and pushed his cock against her lips. At last! She opened her mouth with a groan and sucked him in gratefully. It had been so long since she had done this with a man and she loved it! He held her head still and thrust into her mouth over and over. She gagged slightly when the head hit the back of her throat, but she kept sucking, sucking....humming softly with pleasure. 

"Gaahhd...." His voice was hoarse with arousal. "Oh, you gorgeous bitch!"

She wasn't aware that he had released her head with one hand until she suddenly felt the crop slapping the insides of her thighs. She yelped around his cock as the next blow landed on her wet pussy. Moaning and sucking as he whipped her, the crop splashing in her juices. When he began to hit her swollen and tender clit over and over she felt her orgasm building and knew she was going to come any second. She couldn't suck fast enough and her saliva and his precum dripped from her mouth, down her chin, and onto her beaten breasts. Then she couldn't suck at all as she chased the orgasm she could feel just beyond her reach. Panting softly, she simply held her mouth open as his cock slid in and out. 

Evan pulled out of her mouth and threw the crop down. Reaching down and grabbing her hair in both hands, he kissed her brutally until she couldn't breathe and was struggling to pull away. He let go of her hair and with shaking hands untied the ropes binding her to the chair. He grabbed one arm and pulled her roughly from the chair. Not sure if her legs would hold her, April threw her arms around his neck.

"Evan! Please...p..please!" 

Half dragging her, he pulled her quickly to the bed and pushed her down. Straddling her chest, he grabbed her wrists as she reached for him and clipped one wrist to a strap extending from the corner of the mattress. She hadn't noticed them before, but he must have attached the under bed restraints before she arrived. He clipped her other wrist to the opposite corner. Staring down at her, he began to unbutton his shirt. She panted and licked her lips as he pulled off his shirt to reveal the hair-dusted muscles of his chest. Getting up from the bed, he quickly shed his shoes, socks, and then his pants and boxers. She groaned at the sight of his muscular thighs and his erect cock standing up against his belly, watched him pull a condom from the bedside table. 




Meeting Ch. 03



A knock resounds at the door. "Room Service!" says a raised female voice.

"Ah, there's dinner" you say as you quickly slip on your boxers, leaving me lying naked on the bed. 

My movements to cover myself with the sheets so you can open the door are met with "No. Stay just as you are." The amusement plays so wickedly in your eyes as you turn from me to walk to the door. At least I'm on my stomach, that's a small relief. 

I lay my head down on my folded arms, trying to hide my embarrassment, as you open the door wide and motion just inside. 

"Your dinner… uh…" the girl stops in mid sentence and stands on the threshold in stunned silence, holding your food, eyes saucer wide as she sees me lying on the bed and you clothed only in boxers. 

The silence is broken by your saying "You can set it up over there" pointing to a small table just inside the doorway. 

"Oh! Uh, yah, sure…" she says as her eyes snap to yours, her interest quite apparent in them. Her gaze continues to move around the room in curiosity as she moves to the table to set down the food. Upon completion she moves back to the doorway, darting glances in my direction and wringing her hands in her nervousness. 

"Will there be anything else, sir?" 

Your eyes take in her slight frame. She's a tiny thing in comparison to your size. At best she's 5'2" and maybe 100 lbs soaking wet. Her auburn hair is tied back in a ponytail that reaches her mid back. She's wearing a small name tag pinned to her top… "Jill".

Her eyes can't seem to help but roam your mostly naked form, enjoying the wide shoulders, hard chest, and abdomen I so love about you. She looks back to find your smiling gaze watching her peruse your hard body and she blushes profusely. Her embarrassment at being so blatantly obvious in her enjoyment has her face a fiery red and her nervously fidgeting, unable to remain still.

"Actually, yes, I'd like to pre-order breakfast to arrive at 8am. Will you be able to bring it yourself?"

"Yes, sir, I can. My shift ends at 8am. I can bring it to you before I leave."

She watches as your eyes travel from hers down her body, resting momentarily on her little taut nipples pushing against her shirt then lower to her slim hips to linger and wonder at what she hides beneath the skirt. Your eyes snap back to hers, hot and full of demand. Her breath catches, wanting to look away but pinned beneath your gaze and unable to.

"Excellent. I look forward to seeing more of you in the morning. I'll be sure to call down to the concierge and let him know how pleased I am with your hospitality, Jill." 

"Thank you, sir." 

Smiling, she takes your order for breakfast and beams at the generous tip you place into her hands before leaving. Watching you flirt with the girl while I'm lying naked on the bed not far from the conversation but completely excluded, rushes embarrassment and humiliation through me. I see that you're aware of and are enjoying the knowledge of my feelings as you look over to me after closing the door. Your eyes gleam wickedly. 

"Breakfast will be delicious I think, don't you, little one?"

My quiet murmur of "Yes, sir" receives a small laugh from you lingering in the silent room. I must be 100 shades of red.

"Yes, I think so… but for now, dinner. I'm starved."

I watch you as you remove your boxers loving your shameless enjoyment of being naked. My eyes flash with need at seeing your cock and having been denied the ever increasing need I have for release as you walk towards me. 

Stopping in front of me your soft cock is face level and you take full advantage, allowing the tip of your cock to lightly run over my cheek and down to my mouth. I turn my head slightly and part my lips. Your cock jumps at the feel of my hot breath on the sensitive head. I open my mouth, looking up into your eyes, as you lower to slide along my tongue. I so enjoy the feel of your hardening cock, sliding in and out of my wet mouth, coating you with my saliva as you watch. A deeper thrust in pushes you into my throat and you grin at my choking before sliding fully out of my mouth. 

Your cock is glistening and dripping with my saliva as it leaves my lips. Reaching down you brush my hair from my cheek before running your fingers into my hair and gripping there. I feel your hand tangled in my hair as you pull me up to stand before you. I rise quickly to alleviate the pulling of my hair as you bring me up against your hard chest.

"Let's eat, shall we?" you say as you maneuver me in front of you. Your hand smacks my butt, nudging me towards the table. I stand beside it as you sit before your meal. 

The scents of baked potato and filet mignon swirl in the air as you lift the cover from your plate. My mouth waters. I continue to stand there as you begin arranging your dinner. The uncovered chocolate cake has my tummy rumbling. Dessert! As if just remembered, you look to me, eyes piercing.

"Your place, little one, is kneeling before me with my cock in your mouth while I eat my dinner. Your mouth is not to come off of my cock and you are not to make me cum until I'm ready for dessert, do you understand? If you can do this, dessert is yours," as you swirl your finger into the frosty chocolate icing, "and if not… well, we'll see when the time comes."

"Yes, sir" I whisper as you rub your icing covered finger down the length of your cock. I kneel under the table and begin to lick the icing from you and suckle your slightly hardened cock; the taste is decadent, chocolate being my favorite

I hold the weight of you resting on my tongue as I enjoy the feel of your cock increasing in size in the warm confines. I murmur my enjoyment of the feelings, the vibrations further arousing you. 

I look up to see you leaning back to watch your cock slip in and out of my mouth as you chew a bite of your dinner.

I fully appreciate the feel of a thick, hard cock slipping past my wet lips. I love the feel of it filling my mouth, sliding along my swirling tongue, probing the entrance to my throat. I keep your cock there, deep in my mouth, your head trying to work its way deeper as I suckle your cock. 

As one of your hands picks up the fork for another bite, the other goes to the back of my head pushing down on it and forcing your cock into my throat. You're enjoying the choking and gagging vibrations milking your cock as you enjoy the juicy bite of steak. My writhing under your hand to raise my head is insignificant to the strength of your hand holding me. You take your time chewing the tasty meat, watching my discomfort, my moans further thickening your cock. 

Finally you swallow. Your hand moves away from the back of my head and I jerk up for air forgetting, in my need to breathe, the rule against removing your cock from my mouth. As I suck in a deep breath of air I feel your disapproving eyes snap to mine. 

It hits me then. 

"I'm sorry, sir, I… I couldn't breathe!" 

"That's not my problem, is it?"

"No, sir" I murmur, lowering my eyes to the floor.

"That'll be 10 lashes after dessert, little one." Seeing my shocked expression you continue, "The longer you sit there with your mouth off of my cock, the more I'll add to it, so I suggest you put my cock back where it belongs."

"Yes, sir" I whisper, sliding your cock back into my mouth. I continue suckling your cock, sliding up and down your hard shaft, feeling it swell, enjoying the thickness. My saliva begins to run down and pool around the base of your cock, unable to swallow around the length of you in my mouth. The saliva runs down to drip from your cum swollen balls and lands on the chair as I continue to suck you and murmur the vibrations around your cock. 

I feel the head of your cock grown taut, knowing you're close to cumming by the throbbing and enlarged swelling I feel in my mouth. You lean back to watch me.

"Mmmm, dinner was excellent, wasn't it, little one?"

"mmmppphhhh" I mumble around your length.

"Now for dessert." I look up to you and see you holding the cake plate as you begin to eat bite after bite of the moist gooey cake. I continue to suck your throbbing cock as I watch you lick the sweet icing from the fork. 

Surely, you'll give me a bite of it.

I watch as you continue to eat and as you raise the last bite of it to your mouth, my eyes pleading with you as my mouth sucks your very thick cock. Your other hand goes back to fist in my hair as you push my head further down onto your cock; impaling my gagging throat onto your thickness, the muscles milking your cock. Your hand releases from my hair as your body tenses and you coat the inside of my mouth in your warm, salty cum. 

I swallow the thick fluids only to have it replaced with more from your pumping cock. My fingers tighten on your thighs as you threaten to drown me with your cum, there's so much filling my mouth it begins to leak out the corners and dribble down your thick shaft. 

I swallow the last blast of sticky cum and lick the shaft of your cock clean. Sucking your cock for still more cum you feel the sucking sensations very intense on your sensitive cock. 

Scooting the chair back you pull your cock from my sucking mouth. Using your hand, you guide the head of your cock over my cheeks, nose, lips; drying it on my face.

"Did you enjoy your dessert as much as I enjoyed mine?"

Licking your cum from my lips I say "Yes, sir, I did." 

"Good. Now, it's time for your lashes. How many did you earn?"

"Ten, Sir."

"That's right, ten. Get my belt and bend over the bed."

I hurry to comply. The feel of the soft leather belt in my hand will be a wild contrast to the hard, painful slaps my bottom will feel from it. I lay the belt beside me as I bend over the bed; my center glistening with my juices clearly seen as it faces toward you. 

I hear you walk over to me and stop just behind me. I close my eyes tight as you pick up the belt lying next to me. I expect the harsh slap immediately but instead feel your finger trail along my wet slit. 

"You're wet, little one." I hear you chuckle as your finger slips inside of me. As I sigh, your finger curves inside of me and you pull up, using your finger like a hook. "Arch your ass up for me… that's it. You'll keep it just like this for all 10. You'll also count and thank me for each one. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir", I whimper, not happy at having your finger leave me, wanting it to plunge in deeper, wanting you to fuck me with it.

My mind is still focused on the loss of your finger inside of me and the building need to cum when the first slap lands on my bottom. The slap of the belt resounds so loudly in the quiet room. The fire is instant; the stinging pain makes me cry out. "Aaahhh!" and on a shaky breath "One, Sir, thank you."

Two lands on the opposite cheek, equally as hard and bringing tears to my eyes. I want so badly to rub the stinging away. "Two, sir, thank you", I manage.

Three lands in the same spot, doubling the hurt. At the same moment two fingers push deep up inside me as I sob, "Three, sir, thank you."

I feel your fingers slipping in and out and the pain mixes with the pleasure threatening to undo me. I begin to move in rhythm with them. I feel them curl inside me and tug up.

"Arch up." God I love your deliciously commanding tone.

Your fingers slip from me as four and five land in quick succession. The pain is acute as each slap lands on the already tender flesh, igniting it further. Tears stream down my face as I clench the sheets in my fists, biting my lip against the pain. 

"Four, five, thank you, sir."

"Oh, you are most welcome, little one," you say as the enjoyment plays so noticeably in your voice.

The next instant is a blur of agony. The belt alternates cheeks as it rains the next four down without pause; the tender flesh, already red with the slaps before scream in pain as I do out loud. 

"God, stop, please! Wait... no more, wait…" I cry on a rush of tears. 

"Wait for what? This is your punishment and you didn't count it as I asked. That's two additional for you. Now, arch up."

"Please, please, wait!" I beg you.

"I won't tell you again, should we make it more? Arch!"

I lift my red, stinging, tender bottom up to the ready position for your next blow. I feel your fingers run over the screaming skin and squeeze my flesh. God it hurts! 

The tenth blow lands across both cheeks and I scream. "Oh God! Ten, sir, thank you!" as I cry.

I feel you lean over me, your chest to my back, your cock rubbing against my tender ass. My juices run down my inner thighs.

Your voice whispers in my ear, "Did you enjoy as much as I? mmm, I love turning your nice ass bright red with my belt. Does it feel good to have my cock rubbing your sore flesh? Hmmm?"

I can only whimper my pain.

"You took your 10 well but now you have two more to take." I feel your cock slip up into me, pushing my wet lips apart as the thick head forces its way into my pussy. 

"You're so wet, little one. I love it," you murmur into my ear. "Do you want to cum? Hmmm?"

"Yes, sir, please" I whisper.

"I want to hear you ask me to finish your punishment, ask me to spank your little burning butt with my belt." You say as you grind your cock deep inside of me, pushing my thighs apart with your legs. God the need to cum is so hard to deny. 

You stand back upright, grabbing my hips in your hands, pulling me up onto you, onto my toes, your cock so deep and hard inside of me. I arch back onto you trying to take you deeper as you slowly withdraw your cock from me until just the head remains inside my clenching muscles. 

"Beg me, beg me to spank you."

Oh god.

"Please sir. Please spank me hard with your belt. I want to cum while you spank and fuck me at the same time, please!" I cry out.

Your cock slams back up into me fast and deep as you begin fucking me hard. The belt lands across my butt and lower back as you withdraw. The second landing is so sharp and your cock feels so good inside of me I can no longer hold back. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming… ohhhhh!"

I cum hard; my muscles milking you as you fuck deep into me, spraying my insides with your hot cum. 

My ass is on fire as you grab it in your hands and squeeze as the last of your cum fills me. 

Your cock slips out of me and your cum drips from my pussy to run down my thighs. You lean down and run your tongue over my sore, red cheeks and up my spine as I lay panting, trying to catch my breath. 

"Let's get some sleep, little one, breakfast is coming early."

"Yes, sir."

To be continued. 



Meeting Ch. 03



Author's note: Thank you to my good friends, BaileyL and Squarey, for reading, correcting, suggesting, pushing, and encouraging me.

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April opened her eyes, disoriented by the dark and the unfamiliar surroundings. Then she felt Evan's right arm around her, his hand on her breast, rubbing her nipple, his left hand between her legs. She relaxed against him as he kissed her throat and continued playing with her. Gradually she became aware of another sensation, different from the ones he was eliciting and turned her head to him.

"Evan? I need to go to the bathroom."

"OK." 

But he made no move to release her. He lowered his head and kissed her gently, while his right hand continued rubbing, squeezing, caressing her nipple and his left hand dipped into her opening, then trailed up to her clit. She moaned into his mouth and wondered if the bathroom could wait just a bit. But when his thumb pushed into her belly as he rubbed her clit with his middle finger, she reluctantly she broke the kiss and wiggled out of his grasp. He smiled and lay back on the pillow, watching her pull her bathrobe on. She knew it was silly. He had already seen her completely naked and she had been sleeping next to him nude. But for some reason she needed the security, the propriety, of covering herself to walk across the room.

When she emerged from the bathroom he was not in the bed; he was standing in the living room, staring out of the window. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him silhouetted in the window. He might not be a George Clooney, but April thought he was magnificent. She wasn't exactly a tiny woman, but he made her feel that way. At six feet, he was tall enough that she had to look up at him, even in heels. The muscles in his arms and broad chest spoke to the truth of his assertion that chiropractors need a lot of upper body strength. But the muscles didn't stop there. His thighs and calves were also powerful and well-defined. She smiled, thinking that the middle-age paunch creeping in around his middle kept him from being too perfect. But if she had to pick just one feature as her favorite...other than his cock, that is...it would be his hands. Large and strong (also due to his work, she presumed), they were neither too rough nor too soft. Just like Goldilocks finding Baby Bear's bed, April thought they were just right. And they were capable of taking her breath away, whether they were gently teasing a nipple or wielding a crop against that same nipple.

She walked quietly across the room and stood behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and kissing his back. He leaned slightly back into her and covered her hands with his as they rested on his belly. They stood like that for several moments, April's cheek resting against his broad back as he stared out at the lights. It was very late and there were fewer lights on in the city than there had been earlier, but San Francisco never went completely dark.

"So where do your family and friends think you are this weekend," he asked softly.

"Alone in a motel room at the beach, writing."

"And what would you be writing?"

"Lately?" She smiled against his skin. "Mostly porn." She felt his chuckle against her cheek. "And what about your family and friends?"

"What family I have are all in the Midwest. It's been a lot of years since they were privy to the day to day details of my life. My staff thinks I'm away...I'm not sure it would occur to any of them to wonder where. And the few friends who would notice that I'm not in the city over the weekend just think I'm at a conference or something."

"Sounds lonely."

"Not so much." He lifted one of her hands and kissed her palm. "Was the chair everything you had imagined?"

"Mmmm...." She smiled and kissed his back. "More than I imagined." 

Her hands began to move, exploring his chest, his nipples, his stomach, as she left gentle kisses and soft bites along his back. His skin was slightly salty under her lips and she licked tiny circles on his back, feeling a shiver run through him. The hair on his chest tickled her palms and she smiled against him as she rubbed his hard little nipples. She ran her hands over the outline of his pectoral muscles and they flexed slightly at her touch. It was her turn to shiver involuntarily as she felt the restrained power in his shoulders and arms, remembering what they had done to her earlier. 

She ran her hands over his hips and around to caress his ass and the backs of his thighs, loving the way his muscles moved and rippled under his skin as she caressed him. He had told her that he ran and cycled for exercise and she had a sudden urge to watch him run, the muscles of his legs working, the sheen of sweat covering him...she shivered again. 

Her hands moved around to the front and insides of his thighs and he spread his legs slightly wider and sighed as she cupped his balls. Her fingers lightly explored and traced each one, running her fingertips over the wrinkled sacs. She opened her hand flat and hefted each one on her palm as though testing their weight. One hand continued to hold and stroke his balls as her other hand slowly moved through his sparse pubic hair to the base of his cock and slid up the hardening length of his shaft. He braced his hands on the window and encouraged her to go on with a slight thrust of his hips. She took her time exploring every inch of his cock, running her fingers along the veins, tracing the soft edge of the head, along his slit, back down to the base. The velvet-soft skin slipped through her hand, such a contrast to the hard and rigid power beneath that made it look angry and intimidating. 

Slowly she began to pump as she licked and kissed and bit his back. He didn't make a sound, but she could feel his breathing quicken. He lowered his head and his hips met her thrusts. When she felt precum beginning to ooze from his slit, she smeared it over the head and along his cock. One hand left the window and covered hers, squeezing her hand tightly around him. He was pumping harder into her hand and she could hear him grunting softly. 

He straightened and pulled her hands from him, pulling her around to face him. Grasping her bathrobe in both hands he pulled her roughly to him and kissed her. She responded eagerly, leaning into him and running her hands over his back and tight buttocks. Evan reached down and pulled the belt out of the loops before pushing the bathrobe off her shoulders, letting it slide off her arms and pool at her feet. Turning her around, he used the belt to bind her wrists behind her. He pushed her gently forward until she was pressed against the window, causing her to gasp at the coldness of the glass against her bare skin. Looking out, she thought that probably no one could see her...unless some curious person with a telescope or binoculars happened to turn in her direction. Strangely, at that thought a frisson of excitement made her pussy clench. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the window as Evan ran his hands over her arms, back, buttocks, and thighs. Putting his hands on the insides of her thighs, he pushed until she had spread her legs wide. Without warning, he shoved a finger into her and she groaned, grinding her hips. 

"Mmmmm....so wet. I think this juicy cunt wants to be fucked, don't you?" 

She shivered and moaned at his low voice, his mouth against her ear. His words made her blush. It was something they had spent a lot of time discussing...those words. It gave her a thrill to hear him say them, especially when they were having phone sex. But a lifetime of not swearing had proven too hard for her to break. She confessed to him that the first time she used the word "cock" in one of their emails, her fingers shook so badly it took her four tries to type it correctly. However, using the words in writing was as close as she had come; she simply could not say them out loud. It was one inhibition Evan had been unable to coerce her to break, though he had tried numerous times. But it was an order she simply could not comply with, though she had followed (or at least tried to follow) every other one. She accepted and carried out whatever punishment he decreed each time he ordered her to say "fuck" and she failed. Since those "punishments" always resulted, sooner or later, in a huge climax for her, she wasn't sure how sorry she was to disobey him in this.

Her breasts, mashed against the cold glass, were covered with goose bumps, her nipples hard. He pushed a second finger into her and began to pump slowly. Gripping her hair in his other hand, he pulled her head back and kissed her, capturing her gasps and moans. When his thumb began rubbing her clit she cried out into his mouth and began to buck against his hand. He kept it up for several minutes; kissing her until she couldn't catch her breath, fucking her with his fingers while his thumb kept up a constant circular massage of her clit. She began to pant softly and knew she was going to come when he abruptly pulled his hand away. She whined in protest as he turned her around and pushed her so that now her back and bound hands were against the window. 

Gripping her hair again to pull her head back so that she was looking up at his face, he brought the fingers that had just been in her pussy to her lips. She didn't object this time but acquiesced meekly, sucking and licking her juices off of his wet fingers. When he deemed them sufficiently cleaned, he pulled them out and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He ran his fingers around the brown areola of her breast, spreading her saliva over it before grasping a fat nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 

"Ohhh...."

She arched into his hand and he cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing the sensitive nipple. Then both of his hands were on her breasts and his mouth moved down her throat and chest to capture a nipple between his lips. She cried out and flattened her hands on the window behind her, pushing her breast into his warm, sucking mouth. He moved from one nipple to the other, his fingers staying to comfort the abandoned breast; tweaking, pulling, rubbing.

"Oh, oh, oh! Evan! Oh God!"

His hands released her breasts, moving down her waist and belly, followed by his mouth. Kissing and licking, he knelt in front of her as he moved lower. His hands were on her thighs, pushing them apart, and his thumbs parted her pussy lips. She squirmed as she felt his hot breath on her, but he didn't touch her right away. He held her open, just blowing on her clit until she wanted to scream with frustration.

"Evan, please," she moaned. 

His tongue reached out and lightly flicked her clit, causing her to cry out. He licked the insides of her puffy outer lips, then delved into the pink folds within. He pushed his tongue inside her and then licked his way back to her swollen clit. Flattening his tongue against it, he rolled it back and forth, then in circles. He slid two fingers into her and began to suck gently on her clit, increasing the suction until she moaned his name over and over. She pumped her hips and began to pant, feeling the orgasm that was just out of reach. And then his mouth, his fingers, were gone and she was denied an orgasm a second time. 

He stood and grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her. She snarled like a cat in heat and bit at his lips before they covered hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth. She was almost sobbing when he finally pulled away and led her, stumbling, to the sofa. He pushed her onto the sofa on her knees and then pushed her shoulders down so that her ass was in the air.

He knelt behind her and she heard the tearing of a foil packet and the sound of a condom unrolling onto his erect cock. Then she gasped and squealed as those muscular thighs pushed hers further apart and, without any more foreplay, no teasing, no warning, he pushed the head into her soaked and dripping opening and roughly shoved all the way in. Once in as far as he could go, his pubic bone mashed against the smooth globes of her ass, he stopped moving. April moaned against the sofa cushion and waited. His hands gripped her hips and kept her pulled tightly against him as he waited...for what, she wasn't sure. She could feel him throbbing inside her and when she couldn't stand it any longer, she began to rotate her hips in tight, little circles, trying to create some friction. 

That seemed to be the signal he was waiting for and he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back into her so hard that she would have fallen flat if he weren't holding her hips. He repeated it again, and again, slowly pulling out and shoving back into her. She groaned and tried to meet his thrusts, but wasn't able to move very much. Over and over, so slowly that she was sobbing, begging him to go faster. Then he gradually picked up speed until he was pounding her and she grunted with each thrust. He reached under her and touched her clit, just once, and it was over for her...she screamed and convulsed as she came, and came again. Evan tightened his grip on her hips as her pussy clenched around his cock and he came, his engorged cock growing even harder and then pulsing as his cum spit into the end of the condom. He continued thrusting, slowing and finally stopping and pulling out when the condom threatened to fall off his shrinking dick. 

When he pulled away and sat back on the sofa, she didn't move. She knelt there with her butt still in the air, face against the cushion, gasping for breath. She felt him untying her hands and her arms dropped limply to her sides. After dragging in a few deep breaths, she slowly sat up and turned to face him just as he was pulling the well-used condom off and dropping it into the trash. His cock was still wet with his cum and she licked her lips.

"Can I clean it," she asked shyly. 

He smoothed her tousled hair and smiled at her, nodding his assent. She slipped to the floor and knelt between his legs. She leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on the tip, making him jump slightly. Aware that he must be sensitive so soon after coming, she began to lick gently, finding every drop of cum left from the condom. She sucked his shrunken cock into her mouth and just held it there, enjoying the feeling of him in her mouth, even without an erection. He groaned softly, his fingers caressing her hair. When she bent her head to reach his balls, he shifted his hips forward on the sofa to give her more room. She licked and softly sucked his balls, licking her way back to his cock. Giving it a final kiss, she laid her head on his thigh and closed her eyes. 

They stayed that way for a long time. So long that Evan finally realized April was dozing off. Sitting up, he helped her to stand and led her back to the bed. Settling under the covers, he wrapped his arms around her and she felt the steady thud of his heart against her cheek as she drifted off to sleep. 

The sun was streaming in the window when April awoke. She stretched and realized that she was alone in the bed. Surprised at how forlorn his absence made her feel after just one night together, she rolled onto his pillow and inhaled his scent. Hearing the shower running, she climbed out of bed and quietly opened the bathroom door and slipped inside.

She had been right about the bathroom being luxurious. Evan was in the very large, glass-enclosed shower, steam rolling out of it and fogging up the mirror. She thought she could see two shower heads, at either end. The long counter, with two sinks and a mirror taking up most of one wall was to the left of the shower. On the right was an oval-shaped bathtub, large enough for two, two steps leading up to it. Her mouth watered at the thought of relaxing in that tub, but her attention was most focused on the nude man she could just make out through the steam. He noticed her watching him through the clear glass door and grinned at her. 

"Want some company," she asked.

"Always," he told her, opening the door.

As she stepped in, he closed the door and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her long and slow as the warm water beat down on them. His body was warm and when his hands closed on the coolness of her butt cheeks, she jumped and squealed into his mouth. He turned so that she was standing under the water and ran his hands through her hair as the spray wet it. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, loving the way his chest hair chafed her tender nipples. His cock, soft and deflated this morning, hung between his legs and batted against her each time he moved. 

"Here, you can wash my back," he told her, handing her the washcloth and turning around. "Then I'll wash you."

She smiled as she soaped the cloth and rubbed it across his back. After washing every inch of skin on his back and buttocks, she dropped the cloth and ran her soapy hands over him. She loved the feel of the muscles beneath his skin, remembering the power and strength of them when he was restraining her, positioning her, whipping her, fucking her. She reached up and got the hand-held shower massager and sprayed the soap off of him, watching him relax as the pulsing jets of warm water hit him. 

Evan turned and took the massager from her and put it back in its holder. He shampooed her hair and rinsed it, then picked up the discarded washcloth and soaped it again. She groaned as he rubbed the rough cloth over her nipples again and again. He moved down her belly and washed each of her legs, leaving a light kiss on her mound as he knelt in front of her. Straightening, he turned her around and washed her back and butt. 

Dropping the cloth, he pulled her against him and ran his hands over her soapy front. He cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs around the areolas until she was wiggling against his hardening cock and moaning. She arched into his hands, trying to bring them into contact with her hard, aching nipples. When he finally ran his thumbs over her slick nipples she cried out. He stayed there for a while, squeezing her breasts, pinching and massaging her nipples. She could feel his cock hardening against her butt as she wiggled with the sensations he was creating. His hands moved down over her belly to her smooth, soap-slicked pussy. She closed her eyes, her head lolling against his shoulder, as he parted her folds and began to stroke. Her breasts lifted with each gasping breath and she reached out to put her hands on the sides of the shower when she thought she might just slide down into a puddle on the shower floor. 

Evan reached for the shower head and April moaned in disappointment at the loss of his fingers. Adjusting the spray, he rinsed the soap from April's front and turned her to rinse her back. He pushed her to stand with her back against the wall and directed the warm, fine spray at her breasts. She gasped when he adjusted the spray to pulse and the powerful jets of water hit her throbbing nipples. He kissed her as he aimed the water at her pussy and she whimpered into his mouth, grabbing his wrists to stop him. 

"Hold your pussy open," he ordered.

Reluctantly she released him and used both hands to spread her outer lips apart. She winced when the first pulse of water struck her clit, then leaned her head against the wall and moaned. He began licking her wet breasts, leaving gentle love bites on the tops and undersides while he kept the pulsing spray directed at her pussy. 

"Oh God," she groaned as he sucked a nipple between his lips, his wet beard scraping her skin. She writhed and whimpered as the sensations coalesced to a building pressure in her belly and pussy until it exploded into shuddering convulsions. She grabbed his shoulders, screaming his name, and he dropped the shower head and pulled her against him. He held her tightly as she shook and gasped for breath. When her heart rate slowed and her breathing returned to normal, she looked up at him. Feeling his now very hard member pushing against her, she smiled.




Meeting Ch. 04



I awaken the next morning to find you already up and on the couch reading the paper. I love to watch you when you don't know I'm looking. I find such pleasure in your presence, loving the way you seem to lounge so casually yet still manage to fill the room.

As if sensing my stare you look over to find me watching you. 

"Good Morning, my sweet. Sleep well?"

I watch you put the paper down and stand, reaching your arms up over your head, stretching, your body drawn taut. Seeing your form in nothing but boxers... the effect on me is instant, I want to purr. My body yearns to touch you as I see you walking towards me.

"Yes sir, I did. Did you?"

"Well enough."

Reaching me, your finger trails across my lips. I lick it as it passes over. A smile slowly spreads on your face.

Knock. Knock. "Room service!" 

A female voice. Oh my. My heart races instantly at the devilish glint I see in your eyes and the hunger that can now be seen in your smile.

"Ah. There's breakfast. What good timing. No, don't get up. Stay there and be quiet until I need you."

Until you need me? 

The door opens to find Jill standing on the other side behind the breakfast cart. Her uniform bow is undone and hanging around her collar and the top two buttons of her white shirt are undone; her vest is draped over one arm. She's smiling tentatively at you.

Oh God.

"Jill, how nice to see you again. You're just in time, I'm starved. Come in, please. Just leave the cart by the table."

The door closes behind her seemingly as if fate itself was being sealed.

Having put the cart where you directed, her gaze shifts to me and then lands on you. It's obvious she's interested in what she thinks may happen in this room but is unsure of the part she will play. 

You, apparently, are not. 

Walking to her you stop a mere inch away, so close you can feel her heat, sense her arousal. You tower over her and she's forced to lean her head back to look up at you. She shifts nervously under your stare.

I watch from the bed as your hand reaches up to trail your fingers across her lips, down her chin, slowly down her throat. They trail lightly down her chest between the open front of her shirt to rest between her breasts; the button there stopping your hand, your eyes never leaving hers.

She shivers as your fingers reverse their path back slowly up her chest; your fingers reaching around the side of her neck, your thumb over her throat, holding her there. 

"You know why you're here... don't you?" 

"Yes," A barely whispered response, her body trembles.

I can see your hard cock straining your boxers. Watching you with her is turning me on too.

"Good. The two of us are going to be teaching my little slut, over there on the bed, a lesson." 

Her eyes dart to me and I'm blushing fiercely. 

"It seems she is not as appreciative of what I have to offer her as I would like her to be. I intend to show her the error of her ways. You have a delectable little body and I'm going to have such fun enjoying it."

She looks back to you and smiles brilliantly. 

On a laugh you state, "Yes, I new you'd do. Take off your clothes."

Still holding her neck, still standing so close, you watch her hands as they squeeze between you, brushing your stomach as they rise to the top button.

Inch by inch her body is revealed to your gaze. Your eyes follow her hands as each button is undone and she removes the shirt. Your cock jumps in your boxers, eager and hungry. 

Her bra quickly follows and your hand slides down from her throat to run fingertips over her hard little nipples. She sighs in response and your body tightens visibly. Both hands on her breasts now, lifting, kneading, squeezing them together as you lower your mouth to her. Your tongue licks across each nipple as she arches her back, pressing her breasts further into your hands. 

Your teeth tug on her nipple as your hands grip her breasts tight, lifting them higher. Her hands fumble with the zipper of her skirt, trying to remove it. It falls to puddle around her feet leaving her standing in only her panties. 

Her fingers lace through your hair as she holds your head to her breasts, her head thrown back. Your hands slide down her sides and around her back pulling her against you as your mouth tastes hers. 

Your hands slip into the back of her panties, cupping her bottom, squeezing it, pulling her up against your erection. Her soft moan ignites such a strong reaction in me. It's incredibly arousing to watch you taking her, wishing it were me instead.

Still holding her, you walk her backwards towards the bed. I pull my legs up as the back of her thighs hit the side of the bed at the foot of the mattress and you set her down onto it. I can't help but stare as your mouth leaves hers to trail down her throat; you're kneeling before her now, licking her breasts, sucking her nipples into your mouth. 

She leans back on her hands, head thrown back, as your hands grip her breasts and your tongue trails a line down the center of her stomach to dip into her belly button. Your hands push her down to lie flat on the bed, releasing her breasts to slide down her abdomen and grip her upper thighs.

She moans deep in her throat as your hands spread her thighs holding them open to your gaze, her panty covered center mere inches from your mouth. 

"Mmmmm, you're wet, I can smell you," you all but growl to her. 

I watch as your tongue licks her panties, up her center, tasting her juices from the thin material as she writhes on the bed. She moans softly as you nibble on her through the cotton, tugging it away from her body with your teeth and letting the panties snap back into place.

I watch in silence and hope that my obedience is taken for what it is. I'm not sure how long I can deny the urge to beg for what you're giving her, what I want to have. It will do no good, I know. There's a lesson to be learned here. I'm so wet just from watching you with her; I can feel it running along my thighs. I want to reach between my legs and touch myself, to relieve the pressure building there. You haven't said I could and I don't dare disobey your order to be quiet so that I can ask. Maybe if I just squeeze my thighs tighter together...

My attention snaps back to her when she moans aloud. You've pulled her panties to the side displaying her soft, wet center to the cool air of the room. I watch as your tongue licks slowly up her swollen sex, I squirm with her as your fingers spread her open, I groan too when your tongue tastes her tender pink insides. Her back arches off the bed as your tongue penetrates her then licks up to flick her most sensitive spot.

I can no longer resist. My hand slips down to find my center flooded with my own juices. I sigh as I slip a finger between my own swollen lips, touching the same spot on me that you're licking on her. It feels so good but would be so much better if it were your tongue instead. I follow the motions of your tongue on her with my finger on my own flesh. At least I can pretend.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Frozen in place, I meet your gaze. The taunting smile tells me that you're pleased that I'm affected so by what you're doing with Jill. You're standing now, sliding her panties over her hips and down her legs. 

"No, sir."

"That's right. I didn't. Since you seem to need something wet to play with, move over here closer; on your tummy facing my cock."

My heart races in anticipation. I want to participate! My desire for you to touch me or to let me touch you is strong. 

"Look at how wet she is." I watch as you spread her legs wide again, your finger runs between her lips and through her juices. "Touch her."

I run my fingers next to yours through her center. She feels a lot like I do, very soft and very wet. She moans at our touch.

"You want to touch a pussy, you can touch hers. Hold her open while I feed my cock to her."

Oh my god. "But... I..."

"But you what? It's very easy. I am going to fuck her; you are going to help me fuck her. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Then do it." 

My hands tremble as I spread her open for you. Her flesh is so slick with her arousal, her scent fills my senses. I feel her tummy quiver under my arm; her skin is so warm and flushed and her breathing so quick. 

"Wider. I want to be able to see her little pussy sucking my cock inside." With this she moans and arches against my hand as I spread her center open wider. Your words turn us both on. My desire for your cock to fill me as it's about to do her is consuming me; making me squirm. You can see it in my eyes and smile wickedly at me as you fist your cock and run the tip of it through her wetness, pausing at her opening.

I look down to see the head of your cock pushing slowly into her, stretching her around you. I groan at the sight, knowing how it feels to be spread inside to accommodate your thickness; the feel of you full inside of me. The need to have you inside of me is so strong.

Instead you thrust hard against her, filling her in one motion. She arches off the bed and moans. Her hands fisting in the sheets, head thrown back as you slide in and out of her. Your hands grip her waist pulling her hard onto your thrusts. I move my hands and rub her clit as you fuck her, watching her breasts move in rhythm to you, her nipples so hard and straining, begging to be touched. 

I look back to your cock sliding in and out of her. Unconsciously I lick my lips. Knowing what you feel like, yet watching someone else experience it is foreign to me. You stop moving leaving your cock fully inside of her. Her body arches to move against you, wanting more.

"Do you want some of my cock?" 

My eyes fly to yours, first to see if you're talking to me, then searching for the catch but not finding it.

"Yes, sir," I say tentatively.

I watch as you slowly pull your cock from her gripping center until just the head is still inside. She wiggles to try to get more of you back in her, her muscles clenching and milking you. You back up a bit more and your cock falls from her center. She whimpers at the loss, still lying spread before you waiting. 

You move slightly to the left of her, your cock pointing at my face while two fingers of your right hand slide deep inside of her warm center. She sighs.

Your cock brushes against my closed mouth. I can see her juices coating you. I can smell her scent strong on you. 

"Open."

I hesitate, opening my mouth slowly, not sure I want to taste her on you. Immediately her taste permeates my mouth as your cock slides inside along my tongue. The weight of your cock is heaven. The taste of her on you is odd. 

"Tell me, how does she taste?"

I look up at you, unable to talk around the thickness in my mouth. I feel you pressing against my throat, seeking entrance.

"I asked you a question."

Your cock pushes into my throat, choking me, holding me there while my muscles squeeze you. My gag reflex is strong and I know you love to choke me with your length.

"I'm glad you agree. I think she tastes good too... and she's very tight. Her little pussy sucks on my cock. Make me nice and wet so I can fuck her more."

Your cock slips from my mouth with a string of my saliva spanning the increasing distance. I watch as your cock covered in my saliva pushes back inside of her. 

"Oh yes, fuck me!" Jill yells as you pound into her, pulling her little body onto your hard cock. Your hands reach her nipples, tugging on them as you fuck her, her body arching off the bed she explodes in climax around your cock. The feel of her contractions around your pumping cock are too much and you cum deep inside of her, throwing your head back, your entire body taut.

God, you're hot. I love to watch you cumming. 

I watch as your cock begins a slow retreat from her body, only to thrust deep inside of her one last time as she quivers around you, coming down from her orgasm. 

Your cock slowly slips from her body covered in the mixture of your cum and her juices. I watch as your seed drips from her center, running down to pool on the sheet beneath her. 

You bring your cock to me, running it over my lips, trailing the mixture of your cum and Jill's juices along them. I open my mouth, knowing you want me to clean you. I suck and lick your cock as you look down at me. Once clean you pull your cock from my mouth and reach for my hands. Pulling me to my feet before you, you spin me around so my back is flush with your front. Your warmth around me I love. Your hands grip my hips as you lean down to whisper in my ear.

"Look at my cum leaking from her center. Do you see it?"

I nod silently in response, my heart pounding.

"That would be you lying there, my cum dripping from your center, had you been a good little girl, had you shown proper appreciation for what I offer you."

I can't speak. I know it's true.

"Did you like the taste of another female on my cock?"

"No, sir" I whisper.

"Well, I hope you learn this lesson. Should you fail me next time, the only way you will be receiving my cock is with another woman's scent on it. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. I'm going to go eat my breakfast now. You should too before it all spills out of her and onto the floor."

To be continued...



Meeting Ch. 04



Author's note: Thank you to my good friends, BaileyL and Squarey, for reading, correcting, suggesting, pushing, and encouraging me.

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April and Evan enjoyed a day of typical tourist sightseeing. They rode the cable cars and explored Fisherman's Wharf in the morning, then spent a lovely two hour cruise around San Francisco Bay, Angel and Alcatraz Islands, the Golden Gate Bridge and Bay Bridge, while enjoying a delicious lunch. In the afternoon they walked around Golden Gate Park and all of its attractions, including April's favorite, the aquarium at the California Academy of Sciences, before returning to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Evan allowed April to choose the restaurant for dinner, and then laughed at her choice.

"All the five star restaurants in San Francisco and you want to go to a little Mexican dive?"

"How often do you eat at fancy restaurants in New York?"

"A lot," he told her with a grin.

"So this will be a nice change of pace for you," she laughed. "Besides, Vejars is my favorite Mexican restaurant and it's not a dive."

April looked at herself critically in the mirror as she pulled the brush through her short blond hair. She was dressed simply; white, button down shirt with three quarter length sleeves, straight black skirt that was just clingy enough to show the outline of her buttocks, and ended in flippy pleats that skimmed the tops of her knees. She smiled and unbuttoned one more button to reveal a bit more cleavage, her breasts hugged by a wisp of a diaphanous white lace bra that did little to conceal her nipples. A small black onyx pendant lay against her skin, on a short silver chain. Her shapely legs were clad in black stockings, their lace tops held in place by the black lace garter belt that Evan loved so much. According to his orders, her sheer black panties were worn over the garter belt. Not a terribly revealing outfit, but exactly the way he liked her to dress in public. The three inch heels he insisted on were higher than she was comfortable with, but she did like the sexy wiggle it gave her walk, not to mention the look in his eyes when she wore them. 

She was pulling on her heels when Evan walked into the bedroom. She straightened and let him look her over, waiting for his approval. Feeling a bit giddy and flirty, she held her arms out and twirled. Chuckling, Evan caught her around the waist, kissing her until she was breathless and clinging to him. 

"You look fantastic, love," he whispered in her ear, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. "But you aren't quite ready yet." She looked at him curiously as he pulled a small box out of his pocket. "You need this."

She opened the box and stared at the black bullet vibrator inside, glancing up at him. She knew that he knew how much she loved her little silver bullet vibe. This one had a short cord attached...to make it easier to remove when it was inserted in her pussy. That was something she had never done with her silver bullet. She frowned suspiciously when he pulled a remote control from another pocket. Her eyes widened in horror when he told her to put the vibe in.

"Evan, no! You can't be serious!"

He didn't answer, simply folded his arms across his broad chest and waited, his dark brown eye boring into her. 

"Please, Evan...."

Still he watched her wordlessly. April shifted uncomfortably and considered going into the bathroom and hiding the thing, letting him think she had obeyed....and taking her punishment later. But she quickly discarded that idea. She couldn't lie to Evan. It wouldn't have worked anyway. As she sighed in defeat and turned towards the bathroom, he told her to put it in there in the bedroom while he watched. Blushing with embarrassment, April pulled her panties down and pushed it in, surprised to find she was already wet. She pulled her panties back up, holding the vibe in place. Evan smiled approvingly and picked up her coat, holding it for her. 

When they got to her car, he held out his hands for her keys, telling her that he would drive. She was tense and on edge during the drive to the restaurant, her giddy and flirty mood gone, waiting for him to turn the vibe on. When he did, while waiting for a red light, she jumped and squealed, unprepared for the sensation even though she thought she was expecting it. She gripped the armrest on her right and the console between them and moaned softly, head down and slowly grinding her hips against the seat. Evan left it on until the light turned green...she thought there had never been a longer red light. When the vibrations stopped and the car moved forward, she looked up and noticed the man in the car next to them looking at her strangely. 

"Evan," she gasped. "Please don't do that in the restaurant." When he didn't answer she repeated, "Please." But she knew. She knew....

They ordered drinks after settling into a booth and she had only taken a few sips when the waitress came to take their food order. Before she could speak, the vibrator in her pussy sprang to life. She gasped and grabbed the edge of the table, turning to look at him, eyes pleading. 

"Are you alright?" The waitress looked at her with concern. 

April didn't dare look at her, keeping her eyes on Evan as he calmly ordered their food. She tried to control her breathing and prayed that no one was looking at her. She surreptitiously rocked her pelvis, craving some stimulation to her clit as the vibrations rolled through her. When the waitress walked away, she grabbed Evan's arm.

"Evan, please! Please stop!"

"Hmm..." He leaned over so that his mouth was close to her ear. "You don't look like you want to stop. Are you sure?" 

Obviously she had not been surreptitious enough. Did she want it to stop? She was appalled, humiliated, terrified that people would see her, would realize what was happening. But God....it felt so, so incredibly good!

"I'm sure," she whispered. "Please...."

He sighed regretfully and reached into his pocket. The vibrator stopped and April resisted the urge to beg him to turn it back on. Her hands shook as she reached for her Margarita and sipped it. She glanced around the dining room but to her relief, no one seemed to be paying any attention to them. Evan casually put his arm across the back of her chair and began to chat about trivial things as though nothing had happened. As though he hadn't just turned her into a quivering mass of need. The waitress brought their food and he dug into his enthusiastically. She took a few bites of her taco, pushed the chili relleno around the plate, not hungry anymore....at least not for food. She could feel that her panties were soaked and her pussy was swollen and aching. She finished her Margarita and ordered another one. She tried to drink it slowly, but the tension of wondering when the vibrations would begin again caused her to drink it more quickly than was wise. She was almost finished with the second Margarita when it happened.

Her hand gripped his thigh and she bit her bottom lip, a faint whine escaping. She wanted to beg him to make it stop, but she couldn't catch her breath. She wanted to touch herself but was terrified that she would be seen. She lowered her head and focused on being quiet as the vibrator sent waves of pleasure through her. Her nipples were hard and aching. Her grip on Evan's thigh tightened and her other hand clenched into a fist on top of the table, afraid she wouldn't be able to resist plunging her hand between her legs. She rocked her pelvis, trying for friction to her clit, and began to pant softly. She was going to come. She tried to resist, but the vibrator was relentless and she edged closer and closer. Evan put his forearms on the table and leaned his head next to hers, his dark curls brushing her face. To anyone watching they made a romantic picture of lovers whispering sweet nothings to one another. But sweet nothings were definitely not what he was whispering.

"You are so fucking hot, baby. Are you going to come? Is my little whore going to come in the middle of this restaurant with all these people watching?"

She choked back a soft cry. Then Evan was straightening and the vibrations stopped suddenly. She groaned in disappointment and rocked her pussy against the seat. But she realized why he stopped as the waitress stepped up to their table and asked if she could clear the dishes. April swallowed and looked at her dumbly, unable to make sense of the question she was asking.

"Do you need a box," she asked, gesturing to April's plate, still full of food. 

When April didn't answer, Evan asked the waitress to box the food. She took the plate and cleared the dishes. She asked if they wanted dessert and Evan told her no, they would just finish their drinks. As she walked away, he leaned over and asked if April did want dessert.

"I want you," she said, close to tears. "Please Evan...take me home and make love to me. Or the car....just hurry please!"

He chuckled and kissed her ear. "I think you need to go to the ladies room, first."

"Wh...what?" She took some deep breaths, trying to slow her racing heart, and looked up at him confused. Her hand was still on his thigh and some part of her brain made note of the fact that he was hard beneath his jeans and her hand was near his erection. 

Speaking slowly as though she wasn't very bright he said, "I want you to go to the ladies room...and wait for me to knock on the door."

She gasped and looked at him, eyes wide. "You don't....we can't....not here!"

"Sure we can," he told her calmly.

"No," she shook her head emphatically. "I won't do it."

"OK," he shrugged and reached into his pocket. "Then Vejar's is about to have their first dinner show."

"No!" She sat up straight, tensing in anticipation. Her hand moved from his thigh to grasp his shirt. "Please don't, Evan! Please...."

He said nothing but tilted his head towards the bar, where the bathrooms were located. She sighed in defeat and released his shirt. She picked up her glass and drained the rest of her Margarita. Setting it down, she stood slowly, not sure her legs would hold her. As she crossed the dining room, she passed the waitress heading back to the table with the bill and her box of food. At the entrance to the bar, she paused for a moment and looked around. It was busy and noisy, as usual. There was a football game on the big screen TV and people were laughing and cheering on the Fortyniners. She turned left and walked to the alcove with the bathrooms. A man was just going into the men's room and when she turned the knob for the ladies' room, it was locked. She leaned against the wall and waited. A few minutes later a woman came out and April entered, closing and locking the door behind her. She wasn't sure what to do while she waited. She considered using the toilet but was reluctant to wipe away any of her juices just yet. She could feel the wetness of her panties and on the tops of her thighs. She looked at herself in the mirror, noting how flushed she was and wondered if anyone noticed. She could feel the beat of the loud Latin music piped in from the dining room. She jumped when a soft knock sounded on the door. As she reached to open the door, she had a terrible fear that it wouldn't be Evan, but another woman wanting to use the bathroom. 

He slipped into the bathroom and locked the door, his eyes dark with desire. She took a step back, overwhelmed by his excitement and lust, but he pulled her into his arms for a hungry kiss. One hand tangled in her hair and the other grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against him. She could feel the restrained power and rage in the muscles that rippled beneath the fabric of his clothing. She felt his erection pushing at her and it made her hungrier. 

"Hurry, baby, hurry..." Was she trying to rush him because she was anxious to have him in her, or because she was afraid someone might come in? He pushed her away and told her to open her shirt, which she did with trembling fingers. Once it was open he squeezed her breasts, rubbing your thumbs over her lace-covered nipples, eliciting a soft, "Ohhhh....." He pushed her blouse off her shoulders and continued playing with her breasts, leaning down and biting them through her bra.

At the sound of the doorknob being jiggled her eyes flew open and she looked at him in alarm. It stopped and he put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.

"I guess you better hurry," he told her. 

He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. She knew what he wanted and she sank to her knees as he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. She tenderly pulled his cock out and cupped his balls. Giving a nervous glance at the door, she leaned down and licked his balls. Oh God....in spite of the surroundings and her worries about being caught, how she loved this! He was already dripping precum and she licked it off gently. She kissed and sucked his balls, giving a soft sigh of satisfaction. She licked her way up his cock and sucked him into her mouth, closing her eyes. She put her hands on his thighs for balance and leverage and felt his fingers gently playing in her hair. She tasted his precum and moaned again, bobbing her head up and down more quickly. His hips began to move, thrusting lazily into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair. Her pussy was clenching and wet and she felt the vibrator still in there, lying quietly. She wanted to touch herself but hadn't been given permission, so she tightened her grip on his thighs, sucking harder. He was thrusting harder now, faster and she was trying to breathe through her nose, saliva and precum dripping from her mouth. His grip on her hair tightened and she could hear his ragged breathing. She moaned and rolled her hips, loving him in her mouth but wanting him in her pussy. 

The door knob jiggled again and her eyes opened in alarm. She tried to pull away, but he was holding her too tightly and pumping into her mouth furiously. One hand released her hair and suddenly the vibrator began to hum. Her cry was muffled by his cock, her fingers dug into his thighs, and her pussy clenched. And then she was coming, spasms spreading through her body. His cock was unbelievably hard as he continued to thrust and then hot streams of cum were shooting into her mouth. Still spasming with her own orgasm, she couldn't swallow fast enough and cum, mixed with her saliva, leaked from her mouth and dripped off her chin and onto her breasts. She gagged slightly, trying to catch her breath and swallow. His thrusting slowed, then stopped....and so did the vibrations in her pussy. She licked his cock and balls clean, wiping his cum off her cheeks and chin and licking it off her fingers. His hands were gentle in her hair now, and she closed her eyes, resting her cheek against his belly.

The doorknob jiggled again, shocking April back to the reality of where they were. Evan helped her to her feet and kissed her gently. He zipped his pants and buckled his belt. 

"I'll wait for you in the bar," he said, kissing her again. "And April," he said, tilting her head up to look at him. "Don't take it out."

Her eyes widened as he grinned at her, and then released her. He slipped out of the bathroom, relocking the door behind him. She looked at herself in the mirror, finger-brushing her hair into some semblance of order and buttoning her blouse. "Don't take it out." That meant he wasn't finished playing with her. Sighing, she opened the door and walked out into the foyer. A woman standing outside the door looked at her with a knowing expression.

"He went into the bar," she told her with barely suppressed laughter. April blushed and nodded wordlessly. In the bar, she found him near the door, holding her box of food. Evan smiled and kissed her forehead, then helped her on with her coat. Gently taking her arm, he guided her out the door.

If she had been nervous in the car before they got to the restaurant, she was even more anxious on the way back. April kept glancing over at his hands, her own hands nervously smoothing her skirt or gripping the armrest, waiting for him to turn the vibe back on. But his hands stayed on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road ahead, not looking at her at all. In spite of her orgasm in the bathroom, she was still aroused and now the uncertainty of when Evan would turn her vibrator on again only made her hotter. The vibe stayed quiet inside her, confusing her. 

When Evan parked the car and opened her car door to help her out, she plastered herself against him, trying to kiss him. He didn't kiss her, instead tucking her hand through his arm and escorting her into the hotel and across the lobby to the elevators. If they had been alone in the elevator, she would have tried to kiss him again. But they were not alone; several people got on with them, so she was forced to stand still, her hand still on his arm, while her body hummed with sexual energy and equal parts anticipation and fear that he would turn the vibe on. Still the vibrator lay silently within her. By the time Evan opened the door she was beside herself. As soon as the door closed, she pressed herself to him again, rubbing against him desperately.  

"Please, Evan," she whispered, frantic for his touch. 

Setting down the box of food, he grasped the lapels of her coat and pulled her to him, kissing her savagely. She moaned and melted into him.

"What do you want, April?" He pulled his head back and glared down at her. "Do you want me to fuck you? Huh? Is that what you want?"

"Yes!" Her voice was desperate as she ground her hips against him. "Please, Evan!"

"Please what?"

"Please...make love to me."

"No," he growled, giving her a slight shake. "I want the words...what do you want?"

"Please," she whined. "Please...you know what I want."

"The words, April." 

She stared up at him, her blue eyes dark with need, lips red and swollen. He gazed back impassively, still firmly holding her against him by her coat...waiting. She swallowed and opened her mouth, willing the words to come, but they wouldn't. She simply couldn't say what he wanted to hear. 

"Alright," he said finally, pushing her away and releasing her coat. "Then you know what happens." He pulled her coat from her shoulders, hanging it on a hook near the door. "Go in the bedroom and remove the skirt, blouse, bra, and panties. Leave the vibe in. Then put on your cuffs and collar. I want you ready and standing next to the bed when I come in there."

With that, he turned his back on her and walked to the kitchenette. She walked shakily to the bedroom and followed his direction. By the time Evan strode purposefully into the room, she was standing next to the bed as ordered, trembling with pent-up frustration and apprehension. She watched him warily as he seemed to ignore her for the moment. He went to the bed and piled the pillows in the middle of the bed. Her eyes widened and her breath quickened when he picked a flogger up from the dresser and laid it on the bed, stroking the soft leather thongs. Next he picked up four short chains and laid them out on the bed, alongside the flogger. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his bare chest as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then kicked off his shoes and socks. The bulge in his pants showed that he had recovered from his earlier orgasm. He left his pants on, but unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. A soft groan escaped as she watched him wrap the belt around his hand and snap it before discarding it. 

His gaze went to her and he looked her up and down appraisingly. Stepping to stand in front of her, he reached out and crushed her breasts with both hands, noting her gasp and the way she thrust her chest at him. Taking each nipple between a thumb and forefinger he squeezed, gradually applying pressure until she whimpered and rose up on her toes. Bending down he drew a nipple into his mouth, nibbling, then licking. One hand trailed down and slipped to paddle in the wetness of her pussy. She moaned and resisted the urge to tangle her fingers in his hair, knowing that would not be allowed. He straightened and, with one hand still slipping and sliding in her juices, he put his other hand behind her head and kissed her tenderly. 




Meeting Ch. 05



Author's note: Thank you to my good friends, BaileyL and Squarey, for reading, correcting, suggesting, pushing, and encouraging me. 

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April slipped quietly from the bed, trying not to awaken Evan. She returned from the bathroom and climbed back into the bed, sitting cross-legged for several minutes, watching him sleep. He was lying on his back with one arm stretched out over her pillow and the other above his head. She had a sudden rush of sorrow at the thought that they only had one more morning together, but she pushed it down even as she blinked back the unexpected tears that burned her eyes. She told herself she was not going to think that way.

She had known before she agreed to meet this weekend that it was a one-shot occurrence, unlikely to be repeated. Evan had never made any promises to her about any kind of future together. She was free to see other men, although she didn't, and she assumed he saw other women. In fact, she suspected, though he had never discussed it with her, that she was not his only sub. This had never been about a relationship any deeper than the physical. No...that wasn't quite true. A D/s relationship was about more than sex. Evan wasn't the type to demand strict adherence to their roles twenty-four hours a day; she did not have to ask his permission to speak or to touch him when they weren't playing, he hadn't spent the weekend making her wait on him. They enjoyed a real friendship when they were not in session; talking about subjects from the mundane to the profound. 

But when they were playing...ahh...when they were playing! Then he demanded everything from her. He demanded that she relinquish her body, her emotions, her arousal, her orgasms...everything. And she willingly gave control of them to him, finding incredible freedom in her surrender. Freedom to release the expectations and the image that the world, that she herself, had created. Freedom to simply experience and feel. For that she was grateful and would be grateful no matter how long or how brief the time that this relationship lasted. 

She felt a little frisson of fear clutch her heart at the thought that this weekend could be the end. Her insecurities about her looks and her ability to please him resurfaced and for a moment she allowed them to whisper in her ear that Evan was too kind and decent to simply tell her outright that he didn't find her attractive. She frowned in thought as her gaze moved from his face down his body, trying to commit every inch of him to memory, coming to rest on his penis, lying small and limp between his legs. His reactions were certainly genuine enough. Those were real erections and real ejaculations he had each time he took her. She allowed the thought to form that perhaps it was all just a physiological response to stimuli and had nothing to do with her. She also permitted the next thought...that once he got on the plane for New York, she would never hear from him again.

Firmly pushing those thoughts away, April leaned forward and lightly rested her palm against his beard, amazed at how quickly she had come to love the feel of it against her skin. Now that she had touched him, she wanted more and ran her fingers through the short, curly whiskers. One finger traced his lips and he shifted and sighed in his sleep. Her hand moved to the curls on top of his head and let them spring against and through her fingers. She wanted to feel them against her face, so she leaned over him and softly rested her cheek against his hair as her fingers explored his face. She pressed her lips to his scalp, then they followed her fingers' path across his face, feathering kisses over his forehead, his eyes, his nose, his lips, rubbing against his beard. 

Straddling his body on her hands and knees, she leaned up to kiss the palm that was above his head, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down that arm to his shoulder. She pressed her lips against the pulse on each side of his throat and moved down to his chest. Nuzzling her cheek against his chest, she wondered what it was that she found so erotic about the touch of a man's chest hair on her face or hands. She kissed along his pectoral muscles, feeling them jump and quiver beneath her lips. He wasn't asleep any longer; she could sense the tension in his body below her. But he wasn't moving, wasn't interfering with her exploration. He shivered almost imperceptibly when she thrust her tongue into his navel and she could feel him tense as she moved lower. Putting her hands on the insides of his thighs, she gently spread his legs further apart and licked and kissed along the junction of his thigh and torso on each side. She kissed one thigh, down to his knee, then moved to the other knee and kissed her way back up. 

Pausing for a moment, she contemplated where to start. She wanted to begin with licking and sucking on his balls. But he was still flaccid and she very much wanted to feel him harden and grow inside the warmth of her mouth. She breathed her hot, moist breath on him without touching, and then reached her tongue out to swipe it along his slit. Now he was definitely awake and his breathing quickened as she engulfed his shrunken, limp penis with her mouth. She cupped his balls in her hand, running her fingers over the wrinkled sacs, finding the firm testicles within and rolling first one, and then the other, between her thumb and forefinger. His cock was beginning to grow and she sucked tenderly, closing her eyes in pleasure and humming softly. He was gently thrusting against her and his cock was firm and getting firmer. She loved having him in her mouth, loved the way the ridge around the head scraped softly along her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she pulled away, loved the way it made her gag as it pushed against the back of her throat, loved salty precum that dripped onto her tongue, loved the slippery sound her saliva made as he slipped in and out. 

She opened her eyes and looked up at Evan. He was watching her, eyes half-closed. He reached down brushed her cheek with his fingers, moaning softly, "Fuck, baby!" She opened her mouth and released him. Leaning over, she held his cock in on one hand as she rubbed her breasts against it. She rubbed them up and down the length of him, then rubbed the head around her areola. Holding his cock in one hand and her breast in the other, she rubbed his slit over her nipple and then tried to push her nipple inside, eliciting another, "Fuck!" She closed her eyes again and lowered her head, sucking him back into her warm, wet mouth. Twice this weekend he had forced her to do this, and she had loved it both times. But this time she was initiating it...he wasn't ordering her or even asking her...she was doing it out of sheer adoration of his cock. She knew he wouldn't be able to remain passive for long and she was right. His hands cupped her face, just holding her for a moment before his fingers gripped her hair and he began to move her head up and down on his cock faster. She gagged slightly each time he hit the back of her throat and she moved one hand to grasp the base of his cock, leaving less for her to take into her mouth. 

His prick was red and hard, throbbing and leaking precum almost continuously, and she knew he was getting close. He suddenly pulled her mouth off of him, wrapped his hand around hers, and used her hand to beat off. He was wet and slick and he squeezed her hand tighter around him, pumping it faster and faster. 

"Baby, I'm coming!"

She felt his body stiffen beneath her, his cock pulse in her hand, and saw the thick, white cum begin to spurt. She leaned down and took him back into her mouth. He gave a strangled cry as she sucked his cum into her mouth. His hand released hers and she felt his fingers trying to grab her hair, but he seemed to have lost coordination and his fingers brushed through her hair but couldn't close on it as he thrust into her mouth. She continued sucking until his cum stopped squirting, and even then she sucked a bit longer, feeling him begin to shrink. Licking him clean, she kissed his once again flaccid penis and crawled up to kiss his mouth. He pulled her down on top of him and held her closely, kissing her gently while his hand caressed her hair. 

Resting her cheek on his chest, she could hear and feel his breathing slow from gasping to ragged, and then to deep, satisfied sighs. He kissed the top of her head and ran his hands over her bare back and butt. Her nipples were hard as they pressed against his chest and her pussy was sopping. But when he tried to slip his fingers into her swampy sex, she shook her head and pulled away.

"I don't need that," she said, looking down at him. "This is all I wanted and now I just want to hold you and go to sleep."

He looked up at her, reaching up to trace a finger over her lips.

"Oh my beautiful slut...what a wonder you are."

He pulled her back down and tucked her head under his chin. With his arms wrapped around her, she felt his breath ruffling her hair as it slowed and finally became the deep, even breathing of sleep. She snuggled against him and let sleep overtake her as well.

April awakened slowly to the sensation of whiskers against her skin, a warm mouth on her nipple. She shivered and tried to move, but her hands were above her head, held firmly in place by Evan's large hand, one of his legs thrown across hers. Morning...early morning, she could tell. There was light coming in the windows, but it was muted by fog. She shifted and moaned as the suction on her nipple increased and his fingers played with the other one.

"Evan, I need to go to the bathroom."

He raised his head and looked down at her. "Just a minute," he said. "There's something we need to do first."

He straddled her body and reached for the clamps he had lying ready on the bedside table. Leaning down, he sucked and licked one nipple until it was hard and April was moaning. He slid the clamp onto her nipple and she whimpered, writhing under him with the pressure on her already aching nipple. He repeated his actions on the other nipple and let the delicate silver chain connecting them puddle in the valley between her breasts. She watched him through half-closed eyes, her breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing. He picked up the leather collar and fastened it around her neck. She hadn't realized that the nipple clamps had two chains, one attaching the two clamps and the second one he now clipped to the ring in her collar. He leaned down and licked her clamped nipples, leaving gentle bites on the tops and undersides of her breasts until she was squirming. Finally, he released her and stood up.

"Alright," he told her. "You can go to the bathroom now. And when you finish, put on the stockings, garter, and heels. Then I want you to lie back down on the bed with your arms and legs spread."

She sat up carefully, feeling the tug on her nipples with every move. Evan seemed to be ignoring her, sitting down on the sofa and opening the newspaper. She walked slowly to the bathroom, trying not to move her head. The chain had some slack in it, but still she felt every movement of her body in her throbbing nipples. Back in the room, she pulled out the stockings, garter, and heels. Sitting on the side of the bed, she slowly pulled the stockings up each leg and attached them to the garter. She could feel him watching her as she slipped the heels on. Scooting more fully onto the bed, she stretched out, spread her arms and legs, and waited. 

She could hear the rattling of the newspaper as he slowly turned the pages. It seemed an eternity that he left her there, wondering what he was going to do with her, as he read the paper. She could just barely see him by turning her head, but he seemed not to notice the nude woman lying on his bed. She sighed with relief when he finally folded the newspaper and stood up. He stood next to the bed and looked down at her. She could see the excitement in his eyes and his cock was already erect, curving against his stomach. 

He knelt on the bed and leaned down to kiss her softly, his tongue teasing her before letting her suck it into her mouth. He kissed her face, her throat, running his tongue over the sensitive hollow. He licked and bit her breasts, licking around the clamps, buried his face between them, kissed down to her belly. April was moaning and squirming and she gasped out his name as he knelt between her outspread legs. His thumbs opened her outer lips and she felt his hot breath on her wet folds before his tongue parted her inner lips.

"Oh, oh, oh! Evan!" 

She ground her hips and pushed against his invading tongue. She wanted to grab his hair and pull him closer, but she knew better than to touch him without permission, so she fisted her hands in the blankets, pumping her hips as his tongue pushed into her opening. He bit her clit, and then licked it. His tongue, his lips, his teeth continued torturing her until her juices were dripping, wetting his beard. The bottoms of her feet were tingling and she began to pant softly. Just as she was on the verge of climax, he suddenly pulled away and sat up. 

"No," she cried softly, her hips still pumping.

He grinned down at her and opened the drawer in the bedside table. Her eyes widened when she saw the small black vibrator he had tortured her with at dinner the night before. He slipped it inside her and her hips arched when he turned it on. But this time the vibrations were low, enough to make her tense and aching, but not enough to make her come. He held up a short leash for a moment before clipping it to her collar. He tugged gently to indicate she should sit up.

"Let's take a little walk, shall we," he asked, pulling her to her feet. "And April...don't let that vibe fall out."

He led her around the suite by the leash. Keeping up with him, walking in three inch heels, and keeping her pelvic muscles tight to keep the vibe inside took all her concentration. The constant tugging on her nipples as she moved and the low vibrations rumbling through her pussy made her pant. Once, twice, three times he led her around the suite. Finally he stopped and pulled her into his arms, kissing her hungrily. His hard cock pushed against her belly, increasing the tremors. She kept her arms at her sides, but melted against him, kissing him frantically. 

"Such a hot little bitch," he murmured against her lips. 

Straightening and pulling away from her, he dropped the leash. 

"Go into the bathroom and fill the bathtub," he ordered. "Make sure the temperature is just right. You're going to give your Master a bath." 

He moved away and left her standing in the middle of the room dazed and hungry for more. She walked unsteadily to the bathroom, the leash swaying and slapping gently against her belly as she focused on not letting the vibe slip from her. She knelt carefully on the step to the bathtub and turned the water on. Adjusting the temperature, she rocked her hips as she watched the tub fill with water, aching for some friction to her clit. By squeezing her legs together as she rocked, she was able to find enough...maybe just enough, together with the vibrations that continued to hum inside her. Gripping the side of the tub, head down and eyes closed, she was almost there....almost.....

"Is it ready?" 

She gasped and jumped guiltily at his voice, hastily turning off the water that threatened to overflow the tub. She shifted over a little so that he could step into the tub, licking her lips unconsciously as his rampant cock came within inches of her face. She could see a drop of precum glistening on the head and she wanted more than anything to lick it, but she didn't have permission. He lowered himself into the warm water and handed her a cloth. She was trembling as she soaped the cloth and rubbed it slowly over his chest and arms, moving down to his belly. He spread his arms out along the sides of the tub and laid his head back as he lifted first one and then the other leg for her to wash. 

She rinsed the soap out of the cloth and used it to pour water over his chest, watching the suds stream over his muscles. The hand resting nearest to her reached out and cupped a breast, his thumb rubbing little circles on the nipple where the clamp squeezed it. She sighed and closed her eyes, pushing her breast against his fingers. His other hand picked up the leash and pulled on it until she was leaning over the tub, one hand braced on the opposite wall and the other on the wall behind his head. This brought her breasts just in front of his face and he leaned forward to lick her nipples. She couldn't let go or she would fall into the water, so all she could do was moan as he licked and bit her breasts, sucked on her nipples. 

"Oh god, Evan! Please! Please make love to me!"

"No," he said gruffly, lifting his head and pulling her leash so that her face was almost touching his. "The words, April. Say the words."

She stared into his angry eyes and opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her breasts heaving with her panting, her throbbing pussy slick with her juices, she knew what he wanted to hear but the words would not form. They stared at one another for long minutes before he pushed her back onto her knees and stood up, water sluicing off his hard body. He pulled on the leash and she stood shakily to her feet. He led her across the bathroom to the mirror over the long counter. 

Pushing her down so that her face was on the cool marble counter, her arms spread out to the side, and her ass sticking up in the air, Evan held the leash against the counter with one hand. She yelped as his other hand came down on her left butt cheek, and again on the right. She tried to push herself up, to stand, but his grip on the leash kept her firmly against the counter as the blows continued to rain down. Even as she rebelled at the indignity of being spanked, the stinging blows began to melt into the humming vibrations inside her and the tension on her aching nipples until she was groaning and crying out incoherently. She rolled her hips, thrusting back at the hand slapping her cheeks over and over. 

Finally he stopped and pulled her upright. Stepping behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her tightly against him, he grabbed her jaw with the other hand and forced her to look in the mirror. She was shocked at the image there. Her short hair was mussed and standing up in places, her face and chest flushed with desire. Her nipples squeezed by silver clamps, a dog leash hanging from the collar around her throat. Her chest and breasts were covered with bite marks and scratches from his whiskers. From the front she could just see the bruises that she knew covered her buttocks and thighs. Who was that woman? 

"What do you see, April," he asked softly, his face buried in her hair, his lips against her ear.

He was breathing hard and his erection was lying like a steel rod against her red and tingling ass. When he moved his face next to hers, she could see his eyes dark with...anger? desire? both? His hands, his whole body, was trembling with wanting her, and maybe, she thought, the effort of restraining himself from pushing her onto the floor and taking her immediately. She felt a sudden surge of pride that she had this effect on him. He ached for her so much that he was shaking. That cock pressed against her was hard for her, because of her. 

"What do you see," he repeated. "Do you see what everyone at home sees? A respectable business woman, a responsible mother, dependable grandmother? That's what they all see, isn't it? You in your conservative little suits and jackets and sensible shoes. But you and I know what's underneath all that, don't we?"

The hand around her waist moved down and slid into her juicy pussy, withdrawing to hold wet fingers in front of her face. 




Meeting Ch. 05



"We know that you are just a hot little fuckslut. We know that you love being tied up and whipped. We know that you love to suck my prick and have my jizz fill your mouth and drip all over those gorgeous tits. We know that you just ache for my big, hard cock to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head." She opened her mouth to protest and he pushed his fingers between her lips. She groaned and sucked submissively. "We know what you are, don't we, April?" He pulled his fingers from her mouth.

She held his gaze in the mirror and whispered, "Yes."

"Yes, what? What are you April?"

Her voice was barely audible. "I..I'm your s...slut. I'm a whore." 

"And what do you want?"

"I want you to f..f..fuck me and make me come all over your hard cock." 

He smiled at her and ran his hands down her arms. Taking her wrists, he lifted her hands and placed them on the mirror in front of them, so that she was leaning over slightly with her butt sticking out. She watched him in the mirror as he ripped open a condom package and covered his cock. He picked up the remote for the vibrator and turned it off. It was a shock for the vibrations to suddenly stop and she could still feel them as he pulled the vibe from her. She felt his latex-covered head pushing against her and then he was in her, filling her, his cock hard and throbbing inside her. She was so close that when he thrust into her the third time, and reached down and touched her clit, she climaxed with a scream, her body convulsing and shuddering. He gripped her hips and slammed into her with abandon, coming as her spasming pussy milked his ejaculate from his body.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his face against her back as they both panted, their hearts racing. She felt his cock slip from her and he kissed her back before straightening and pulling the condom off and disposing of it. She stood with her hands on the mirror, unable to move. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her upright to lean back against him.

"That was beautiful, love, just beautiful. You have no idea what you make me feel when you surrender to me like that, when you let me tie you up and whip you...it's just the most fucking beautiful thing in the world and it drives me crazy with lust for you."

She sighed and let her head loll back against his shoulder, closing her eyes and covering his arms around her with hers. She thought that she could stay right there for the rest of her life. 

"C'mon," he said finally, kissing her cheek. "I think you've earned a long soak in that tub, baby. And then we'll have some breakfast before we start packing."

She gasped and cried out as he removed the clamps, her nipples stinging as circulation returned. He turned her around and she leaned against the counter as he kissed and soothed them. She slipped out of the heels as he released her and headed over to refill the tub with warm water. After she removed the collar, garter, and stockings, he took her hand and led her to the tub. He stepped in and sat down, looking up at her with a grin.

"Well, you didn't think I was going to let you bathe alone, did you?"

She laughed and stepped in after him. He turned her so that her back was against him and she sighed as she laid her head back and snuggled into his embrace in the warm water. This...this was how she would like to stay for the rest of her life.

April stopped the car in front of the airport and turned to face Evan. He reached out and cupped her face between his hands.

"Next time you will come to New York," he told her.

"Oh, Evan...I don't think I c..."

"Next time," he repeated, "you will come to New York."

"Yes," she whispered. "I will."

He kissed her gently and lingeringly. When he released her, they got out of the car and Evan unloaded his bags from the trunk. He smiled at her.

"I'm going to call you tonight when I get home," he told her.

"Okay." She felt a thrill of excitement course through her.

"I will text you when I land in New York and let you know what time I will be home, what time you can expect my call. I want you ready for that call."

"Ready?"

"I want you wearing the white tank top and black leather boots...nothing else. And have the leather belt handy. Do you understand?"

She swallowed and nodded. "Yes."

"Good." He pulled her into his arms, his mouth next to her ear as he whispered, "Who do you belong to, slut?"

"You, Master," she breathed. "I belong to you."

He covered her mouth with his and kissed her deeply, holding her tightly against him, oblivious to the people bustling around them. Releasing her, he picked up his bags and turned to walk away without another word. April stood watching him walk through the doors of the airport, and still she watched until he disappeared from sight. Sighing, she turned to get in her car and make the hour and a half drive home to Napa. Back to her life. A life that she suspected would never be the same again.