The invitation lay open on her dresser, innocent enough, but she knew those innocent words had deeper, more decadent meaning. She had warred with herself, nearly throwing the invite away on countless occasions, coming up with excuses of why she just couldn’t let it go and now the event in question begins in just hours and she still harbored reservations. She picked it up and re-read it for the millionth time and, again, found no nefarious plot within the words. Her phone jangled, signaling a text message as she threw down the invitation and picked up her phone.

            “Stop dithering and get dressed. You are going. You promised.”

            Her friend, knew her all too well, knowing she would hesitate to go. She had confided in her friend her loneliness at being 39 and not finding “Mr. right”. She was beginning to become jaded thinking that there was no such creature on the earth. She remembered her friends ringing laugh as she chastised her for “holding out” for the perfect man.

          “No man is perfect as no woman is either. You have to stop pre-judging men before they even get a chance to say hello. You have to let go once in awhile Cassie. You so need to get laid! You are too rigid…too uptight.”

          “I am not uptight! I just have standards….” She paused and grinned ruefully at her friend and blushed.

          “When is the last time you had sex? I do not mean with your pink rabbit because heaven knows you have to be making a mint off the stock you have purchased from Duracell!”

          Cassie blushed furiously. “It’s been 2 years.” She mumbled.

          “Sweet baby Dionysus! No wonder you’re so uptight! Look, there is a bonfire coming up in May. It’s a real blast and it will give you an opportunity to meet new people. Who knows…maybe you could indulge in a little gratuitous sex with an animate object!”

          “I don’t know Bri…” She hesitated but felt a desire burn low in her belly.

          “Look, Cassie. I can promise you a good time there and I can also promise that no one will do anything to you that you don’t want done. I’m offering you an opportunity to live your fantasy! You’ve worked so hard and come so far in your career that it’s time for you to start working as hard on your personal life as you have in your professional.”

          She chewed on her lower lip as she remembered how those words had followed her for weeks giving her vivid dreams at night. Her thighs clenched at the thought. Her desire to have a man dominate her is her secret pleasure and her secret shame. She thought about what was holding her back and realized that it was fear and fear alone. “Well, that will be enough of that.” She stood and yanked open dressers looking for the perfect outfit. As the invitation indicated and informal affair and the likelihood of a chilly night, she settled for a nice pair of jeans and a light pink sleeveless top that bared just enough cleavage to tempt. She brushed out her long, dark hair and applied a little makeup; enough to make her green eyes sparkle. She texted her friend back as her doorbell rang.

          Bri breezed through the door with a flourish. “Cassie! I knew you would come with me!” She hugged her friend and held her at arms length to scrutinize her choice of attire. “Hmmm…practical yet flirty.” Bri grinned evilly. “Not sure about wearing light colors but it will just make it harder…for you.” Bri laughed and shook her head. Cassie grinned but said nothing learning from experience that’s Bri’s sense of humor was unique only to Bri. She grabbed a black hoodie and followed her friend out of the door. She could never have guessed that her life would never be the same.

          Lasher’s awareness prickled as his bourbon colored eyes scanned the growing crowd. He caught a flash of pink among the revelers crowding around the heat of the bonfire. He moved, keeping the elusive woman in sight, wending his way among the revelers at this years mid-summers night event. His best friend and business partner finally broke down his reservation which is how he ended up here wearing a half mask of a forest deity. Once his friend explained the concept behind this celebration, he had to admit a certain excited curiosity. He spotted her standing next to svelte blonde looking slightly uncomfortable and nervous in the unknown crowd.  Her dark hair hung loose around her shoulders framing an oval face with lush lips painted a demure rose. His eyes followed the line of her lush curves stirring a response of interest in his cock. He watched her mouth as her pink tongue darted out catching an errant drop of wine from her lower lip. His drink froze as his eyes burned with a smoldering desire.

          “Have we located our prey?” Justin appeared beside him wearing his own half mask. Lasher gave a non-committal grunt. Justin glanced at his friend and back to the women in question. “Ahhh… lovely. The blonde, of course, is mine. The lovely Brianna and that must be her friend Cassandra.”

          Again Lashers response was no more than a distracted sound. His eyes still caressed her body from a distance. “Cassandra…” His mouth turned up in a wry grin as his voice seemed to carry over to her causing her eyes to rise and meet his.

          She felt the crackle of the electricity emanating from the eyes of the man staring at her as she rubbed her arms easing the chill that came upon her. She stood near Bri and had been introduced to more people than she could ever remember but continued to grin and nod appropriately. She had asked why some of the men wore masks and was informed that they were the “stag horned gods” for the Beltane celebration. She knew that Bri had different thoughts and beliefs and she herself remained indecisive about what she actually believed in. Bri glossed over the main idea of the celebration during the trip over. She had asked questions for clarification so she had a general idea of what to expect. They had arrived and placed their edible contributions to the already over laden table, ate, and now mingled and sipped the best wine she had ever tasted. She was starting to feel much lighter and tended to smile wider so when she caught his eyes on her, she was grinning widely with a bright look in her eyes. Her face flushed and a yearning lit low in her belly. She licked her lips again and saw his eyes widen and flash in the firelight.

          “Well now, here comes trouble.” Bri giggled and nudged Cassandra with her elbow. Cassandra watched as the men made their way toward them. They were darkness and light; one blonde and animated with a smile on his face and the other, dark and broody, his lips pressed into a tight line. The blonde enveloped her friend in a bear hug with a chaste kiss to her cheek. “Justin!” Bri nearly squealed causing Cassandra to roll her eyes. The dark one caught the movement and grinned. Bri grabbed her arm thrusting her forward. “Cassie this is Justin. Justin, my very best friend Cassandra.” She offered her hand but was quickly enveloped, much like her friend, in an exuberant bear hug. When he let go, she sucked in a deep breath and gave him a wobbly smile. “Nice to meet you.” Justin turned to his friend and made introductions.

          “My most trusted friend and business partner…”

          “Lasher. Just Lasher.” he cut off his friend in mid introduction and brought her hand to his lips when she extended it. He turned her hand over and brushed his lips on her wrist, the heat of his lips making her pulse leap. He turned his astonishing blue eyes up to her and her breath caught. “Nice to make your acquaintance.”

          She felt paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze. His accent was thick and French like a fine wine washing over her naked skin. “Likewise, I’m sure.” she mumbled.

          Justin interrupted the pregnant pause between the two with his excitement. “So, has Bri explained the nature of this gathering?”

          Cass blushed slightly remembering the conversation that occurred upon receipt of the invitation. She was more than aware of the conclusion of this night. “Yes, she was quite thorough in her explanation.” Cass still didn’t believe the primitive ritual still existed and she calmed herself with the comfort of escaping and not being caught.

          “Then you understand the rules of the hunt?” Lasher rumbled.

          Cass felt her ire rise as she felt this dark man was trying to intimidate her. “As I understood it, there are no rules.” Her chin tilted haughtily.

          His grin was feral as his gaze bore into her. “As long as we understand each other.”

          She wasn’t sure what possessed her as her mouth took on a life of it’s own. “That’s only if you can catch me first.” She regretted it as soon as the words left her lips.

          He reached out and brushed a stray curl from her face, caressed her jaw line and let his eyes follow the path his hand was taking. His clever fingers dropped gently to her shoulder, fingering the material of the pin k top she wore. Grinning, his eyes lit up and his teeth flashed white in a true smile when he answered. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

          The heat pooled low in her belly at the thinly veiled threat. She secretly thrilled in the responses he was eliciting from her. She knew her decision was made when she stepped into her friends car this evening. She lifted her eyes knowing they accepted his challenge and her grin confirmed it. She sipped more of her wine feeling that she is now past the point of no return looking for liquid courage.

          A bell tolled near the crowd as the conversations died. The men moved to stand behind them to give them an unobstructed view of the procession.

          The drums began a slow cadence as the crowd parted for the chosen leaders of the ceremony. The priestess was bedecked in a crown of flowers, clad in a gossamer gown of pale pink the glittered in the fading sun. The priest, held her arm delicately, his chest bare save for the quiver secured to his back. She was light and he the dark as they made their way regally to the alter in the middle of the clearing. The drums became louder and more insistent as people grew quiet at the beginning of the ritual. The priest and priestess reached the alter and faced each other, smiling as the drums ceased abruptly. Silence invaded the space as the priest turned to address the crowd.

          “Greetings family and friends, brothers and sisters!” His voice boomed out clear and strong. “Welcome to our humble home and to the night ahead of us as we celebrate the birth of spring in all her glory!” Murmurs of ‘blessed be’ moved through the crowd. The priestess stepped up, her voice just as clear and loud. “ The Goddess blesses us with this beautiful night and shines her love upon us all. We thank her for these gifts and offer up this fine feast of food and drink for her pleasure.”

Justin moved beside Brianna and whispered something in her ear. Cassie only heard part of her response to him. ‘They honor us well…’ She turned to keep from being caught eavesdropping and met Lashers gaze. He stood close to her, and she noticed the heat from his hand barely resting on her lower back. He only grinned and returned his attention to the front. She watched the ritual in silence; the blending of the elements and the growing excitement of the crowd. The sun faded and the light from the bonfire illuminated everyone in a warm, excited glow on the faces of those around her. Her body grew warm despite the fading sun and the wine began to make her giddy. The excitement from the ritual and the people around her rose and she had to stifle a giggle. She felt Lasher move behind her and place his hands lightly on her hips. His lips brushed her earlobe as he whispered, “how far will you run little one?” She felt excited and edgy and anxious and elated all wrapped up in one.  She threw back a haughty, “how much time have you got big boy?” She knew instinctively that she was playing with fire but she didn’t care. Tonight was about freedom. Tonight was about her. He laughed softly in her ear. “I have plenty of time little one. Plenty of time.”

          The ritual came to a close as the priest and priestess embraced. They turned to the gathering as one. “My friends! The night awaits! The stag horned God grows impatient! Be off with all of you and may the God and Goddess bless you this night!” The crowd erupted in applause and raucous laughter. Bri grabbed Cassie’s arm. “Ready?”

          Cassie drained her glass in one long swallow. “As ready as I’m ever going to be.” She stifled a hiccup.

          “Perfect!” Bri clapped her hands together and the sound felt louder than it should have been, but Cassie shrugged it off and followed the mass of women heading for the tree line. As they approached, Bri gave last minute instructions making sure her friend was prepared. “I’ll be fine. Besides, he has to find me first!” Cassie struck off on her own heading deep into the growth calculating how far she could get in the ten minutes allotted to them as a head start. She set out at a lope until she was far enough away from any prying eyes, then took off her dark hoodie and covered her pink top to hide her better in the shadows. Women giggled and ran by, some barely even bothering to hide. Cassie took off again, zig zagging with no destination in mind, just distance. She broke left hearing the sound of water and headed toward the stream the was supposed to separate the property. She heard a horn sounding in the distance and knew her head start was over. Lasher was coming for her. She ran, heart pumping in her throat, jumping over fallen logs and being pulled by fingers of thorns trying to slow her down. The sound of water was coming nearer as she pushed on in the dark. She paused to catch her breath and the night seemed to creep in around her. The darkness was heavy and the sounds of the forest foreign to her ears. She heard a limb snap in the distance as a sense of urgency came over her. She turned again and darted into the brush going farther and deeper into the forest than the rules had allowed. She smiled to herself at how ludicrous it was to place rules on a game such as this. She chose to throw caution to the wind by coming so she felt no remorse about shredding the rules. Besides, she thought, he is so sure of himself! It would be amusing to see him flounder around in the dark looking for her. She came to the edge of the river and hesitated only briefly before carefully making her way across the wet stones to the other side. She felt eyes watching her and she paused to look behind her. The darkness was pervasive, even with the moon’s bright light, and she could see nothing but the trees standing watch over her. Overhead, the clouds began to obscure the light and flashes of heat lightning rumbled in the distance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” She grumbled to herself and climbed the bank slipping on the loose dirt. She had just reached the top of the bank and blended into the trees when she heard a noise again. She looked behind and caught a glimpse of movement that caused her to hold her breath and freeze in her tracks. A beautiful doe stepped out and dipped her head to the water to drink from the cool river. It’s head rose and she could swear that the doe stared straight at her. Its ears pricked back as she whipped her head around to see a massive buck erupt from the underbrush. The doe’s head snapped around and she leapt away leaving the buck at the bank. Cassie smiled to herself thinking that the humans weren’t the only ones being chased when the buck stopped in the same spot the doe had just vacated. His massive head with it’s rack of antlers turned and stared at her much like the doe had done. Her breath caught in her throat in awe as it seemed that the animal wanted her to know that he knew of her presence. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh and the urge to run overwhelmed her. She turned and scrambled through the brambles and deeper into the trees. She felt a moment of conscious when she realized that the river marked the western boundary and that she had just crossed it but the memory of his eyes boring into hers before the race began eradicated any remorse that may plague her. Besides, how worthy would he be if he could only track her in a small, well marked space? She grinned as she realized that she had just raised the bar…and the stakes.

          He watched the flurry of movement, following the flash of pink that announced her direction. His eyes focused and calm; body loose and relaxed but inside raged the beast that only wanted to chase the prey before him. He controlled the beating of his heart and his breathing, waiting, watching, planning. The horn sounded and still he stood still, letting the men mount their own chase. He felt Justin’s presence beside him as well, waiting, watching, assessing. When the moment descended, Lasher caught Justin’s eye and small grin as he bent to pick up the rucksack he had packed. Both men were formidable and in the light of the fire their eyes shone with barely banked anticipation. They both walked to the edge of the forest, Justin toting his own sack when he turned to Lasher and grinned. “Happy hunting.” He tipped his head and melted into the canopy of the forest.  His teeth flashed as he moved deeper into the night, his instincts kicking in as he set off in the direction he last saw her take. He knew she would have immediately covered up with the dark coat he noticed tied to her waist so he didn’t bother looking for the flash of pink. His brain processed her scent, lavender and pomegranate, and tried to find traces of her intoxicating scent among the pines. He moved past all the trampled looking underbrush, searching for the on trail he knew would be hers; the one leading the farthest away from him. He passed many couples intimately entwined and circled around them to not disturb their fun. It took him a little longer than he had anticipated, but he found the trail that speared away from all the rest. He knelt to the forest floor and found what he was looking for. Her print, still fresh, giving her away. He listened to the sounds of the night and heard the water flowing in the distance. He took off immediately, knowing instinctively that this is the way his quarry was headed. He neared the waters edge when the clearing erupted to his left, a doe in full flight, her tail still held high. He hid behind the thick oak, holding still as he watched her run. She paused and seemed to look behind her before whipping back around and disappearing into the night. Seconds later, and buck exploded into the clearing the doe just vacated. Lasher couldn’t believe the size of the beast whose rack was wider than even his shoulder breadth. The buck turned his head toward the tree he hid behind and snorted, throwing his mighty head back then turned to chase his errant mate. He continued on, making his way to the rivers edge, more a creek than a river, he mused. His eyes scanned the bank, looking to see signs of crossing. He saw a pair of her prints that seemed to hesitate and disappear. He found himself feeling proud of his clever prey and scanned the far bank finding signs of her ascent into the underbrush on the far side. He listened carefully, stilling everything around and within him, straining to hear and was rewarded with the distance sound of twigs breaking. His grin was feral as he bounded silently across the same stones she used to the other side. He grinned as he veered quietly to the left planning to toy with her. She had raised the stakes by breaking the rules and he was more than willing to rise to the occasion.

          She finally broke through a dense patch of thickets and found herself in a large clearing that had a moss covered hut nearly claimed by the forest. She thought briefly of hiding inside for a time until morning but knew that doing that would be making it way to easy for him. Her head whipped around as she heard a rock bounce off the trunk of a tree behind her. Her heart raced as she took off across the expanse of the clearing.

          “Leaving so soon?” She heard his voice in the darkness but could not discern its origin. She froze then spun around peering hard into the darkness. She heard his laugh which seemed to come from all around her. She headed to her right and came up short when a rock came to a roll in front of her feet. Going back the way she came defied logic so she spun around and collided into the steel wall of his chest. She shrieked and fled only to feel the steel band of his arm catch her waist and lifting her off of her feet. She kicked her feet and pounded her fists at his back, twisting and turning, trying to get free. His large hand palmed her ass then came down hard in a sharp, quick smack. He then rubbed the sting our of the contact that had been such a surprise she froze instantly. Her ass was warm, and though it stung initially the pain was so quick and fleeting she hardly registered it. What she did notice was her traitorous body responding to being treated in such a fashion. Her core tightened, heating up despite the bite in the air and her nipples budded tightly. Her chest rubbed against his back torturing her further, his tight, round ass just within her reach. Just as she thought of smacking him back, she was hoisted off of his shoulder and pinned with his body against a tree. His dark eyes bored into her with a fierce intensity. She almost swore she saw a flame spark within its depths. He growled low in his throat and took her lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth demanding and taking; tasting her. She fought halfheartedly and considered biting his tongue, but to be honest, she wanted him. She was hot and becoming wetter with each thrust of his tongue. She wanted to be conquered yet comforted by his strength. He pressed his length against her, his cock hard and insistent against her belly. His hands were rough as he tore her clothes off, baring her burning flesh to the cool air. He growled and leaned down sucking one hard nipple in his mouth as his other hand divested her of her panties. She stood naked looking down at his dark hair as he worked her nipple; first one and then the other. She fisted her hands in his hair and pressed her chest toward his hungry mouth for more. He rose and plundered her mouth again raising her arms above her head. In a swift motion, he had turned her from the tree but secured her, near dangling on the lower hanging tree branch.

          “What the hell?” She sputtered.

          He walked in slow circles around her, running his hand over her naked flesh. He gave her ass a smack then rubbed the sting from her cheek. He slid his hand on the nape of her neck, palming the back of her head then making a fist of her hair and pulling her head back. “You will answer only when I ask you to. You will answer ‘yes sir’ and communicate your pleasure without saying a word.” His hand reached around and rolled a nipple between his fingers. “Do we understand each other?”

          “Yes sir.” Her body was hot now and his dominance of her was more than tantalizing. Her mind was screaming out, wanting to tell him to fuck off but her body wanted more. She hung there, noticing that her skin was becoming more sensitized with the anticipation of his touch. She moaned when she finally felt his finger trace the  line of her spine. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts in supplication. He smacked her ass again and rubbed the sting before moving to stand before her.

          “Spread your legs for me. Show me your deepest secret.” his voice rumbled in the night. The voices of the night hushed around them, the light of the moon luminescent on her skin. “So beautiful.” She barely heard him respond as she closed her eyes and spread her legs wide as he instructed. He knelt before her and spread her lips wide, exposing her and the evidence of her desire. He ran his finger up the cleft to her hidden nub and she rocked back, catching her lip in her teeth. He looked up and grinned at her then lowered his head slowly running his tongue up and down the same route his finger took. She moaned and thrust her hips to his hot mouth wanting more than what he was holding back. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder spreading her wider as he took her fully in his mouth. He head fell back as she moaned louder; rocking her hips on his mouth. He took her clit and worried it between his lips before sucking on it hard and fast. She felt her orgasm waiting to explode from her but he abruptly pulled away from her and rose to his feet.

          She felt the word ’please’ coming fast to her lips but she refused to submit so soon. She watched him move around her again; running his fingers on her skin and tweaking her nipples keeping them hard and tight. She began to feel her wetness on her thighs and her clit swollen with desire. He was behind her again and she heard the rill of his zipper descending and the shifting of his clothes as he divesting himself of them. His body came closer to her; the heat radiating off of him scorching her. His cock, so thick and hard, rubbed up and down the crevice of her ass; teasing her as he reached both hands in front of her to roll and pinch her nipples. “Do you like this?” he rumbled in her ear.

          “Yes sir.” she panted. Pushing her ass back and tilting her hips up trying to get his cock deeper.

          “I am going to take you to many different places and you will submit, won’t you?”

`        She sucked in air as the very thought of what he had in mind for her speared her core and increased the pressure of her swollen clit. “Yes sir.” She meekly responded.

          “You may ask for what you want by saying please and I will consider it. If you are a good girl I will give you a treat. If you are bad…” He smacked her ass first one side and then the other; rubbing the sting out of them but making his point.

          Her ass was hot and felt so good as she moaned and hung there completely under his control. “Yes sir.” Was all she could manage.

          He reached up and released her arms and steadied her as her legs were weak. He eased her to her knees and arranged her arms to be secured behind her back before moving in front of her. She knew what he wanted and found that she wanted to please him. Her tongue tentatively traced his length, growing bolder with every hiss that escaped his lips. She began at his balls, licking tentatively and running her tongue between the two feeling them tighten. She moaned softly when he tangled his hands in her hair gripping her tight, guiding her face into his groin to serve him. She suckled him one then the other and leaning further in licked him from the edge of his ass forward to suckle on his balls again. She heard him whisper in the night, “Good girl, that’s it..” as she continued her oral ministrations to the cock she was worshipping. She ran her tongue up his length, circling around the head of his cock, teasing his circumcised ridge and blowing gently before plunging her tongue in his slit and wiggling it slightly. His hands gripped her head tighter; the pain accentuating the pleasure and nearly pushing her swollen clit over the edge. He must have known as he instructed her harshly, “Do not, little one. Do not cum until I tell you.” She glanced up at him then lowered her eyes.

          “Yes sir.” She meekly replied. His hand tightened again in her hair. The pleasure/pain so intense she felt the night air brush her wet pussy. She sucking the head of his cock in her mouth then sucked the length of him, trying to swallow him whole. She moved up and down his length then released him from the grip of her mouth and tongue to rub his cock all over her face. She blew again on his cock and watched it jerk, smacking her lightly on her lips.

          “Open your mouth for me.” He commanded. She complied immediately and he began to fuck her face slowly then more vigorously but with great control causing her great pleasure. She moaned around his cock, desperately sucking on him as he pumped his cock into her mouth. His balls smacking her chin, her arms cuffed behind her, the sensations were overwhelming; her pussy demanded release! He was a harsh taskmaster making her take him deeper until she gagged and pulling out enough for her to catch her breath. Tears rolled slowly down her face and he caught it with his finger and brought it to his lips tasting her salty sweetness. “Enough!” He grasped her by her elbow and a fistful of hair pulling her to her feet crushing his mouth against hers then scoring his teeth on her lower lip. “Do not move.” His voice deep and commanding as she stood while he rummaged through his bag again bringing out a black leather collar and chain. Quickly, he secured her by the throat then grabbed his bag and lead her by the leash to the foliage covered hut. “Kneel here.” He pointed to a spot on the floor near a small table. The inside was dark; as her eyes adjusted, she could see him building a fire in the small fireplace. His hands worked rapidly and efficiently, lighting the room casting the shadows to the corners and pushing her demons farther back into her mind.

          She was on fire, body and soul, burning with a passion that has ignited the spark that was nearly extinguished and forgotten. She watched him, with eyes that devoured every movement, her core tightened in anticipation for his return. She was the prey but he was the hunted. He was what was missing from her life. He was her beginning. Confidence bloomed inside her chest, joy infused her very skin. She suppressed a smile so as not to give away this joyous epiphany. She wanted to be taken. She wanted to belong to him…body and soul. A feral need rose up in her as she fisted her hands by her side. She was submissive, and oh what power! Worlds of pleasure exploded in her minds eye as she stifled a grin, maintaining her cowed pose. ‘See me’…he mind whispered to him. ‘Touch me’…it implored. ‘TAKE ME’…it screamed.

          He turned and looked back at her. The fire illuminating his silhouette hiding his crinkled brow. He could have sworn he heard her whisper and yet she remained kneeled and cowed as directed. He blinked, unsure if dimness of the room was playing tricks on him as she seemed different somehow…more even. Desire stabbed him low and his cock jutted painfully against his jeans. He stood staring down at her and willed her eyes to meet his. Slowly, he watched her head rise and their eyes met. He was at her side in two strides pulling her off of the floor and ripping the restraints from her hands. He bent her roughly over the table and freed his angry cock from his jeans. He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her wet lips. “This pussy is mine. Do you understand.” When she made no response, he thrust in viciously. “This is my pussy! Do you understand!?!” She whimpered as he pounded into her pussy. She was wet and ready and every thrust bringing her closer to nirvana. “THIS IS MY PUSSY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?!” He shouted as her pussy clenched around his cock as she screamed in a mind shattering orgasm!

          “YES YES YES!!” She screamed as the pleasure rolled over her.

          “SAY IT!” He pounded her pussy harder.

          “This is your pussy SIR!” she panted between breaths.

          He groaned as he released his pent up passion and coated his new found property.

Outside the moon shone full and bright. The sounds of the wood fell silent in slumber. The predators hunt completed as they now lay sated and sleepy. Outside of the cottage, a doe and a magnificent buck stood side by side. In the blink of an eye, the light shimmered and revealed the figures of a man and a woman. Both golden and glowing. Both belonging not of this time or place. Both smiling and happy clasping their hands between them.

          “I told you I would win.” he said to her.

          “You only won because I helped her see inside.” she chided. “It shouldn’t count.”

          “Ah, but it does my sweet Bri…” He paused… “One does get used to the human names, yes?” He kissed her gently. “My sweet Aphrodite.”

          “ Justin never suited you, my darling Dionysus.”

          Their laughter tinkled in the moonlight as they faded away.

This is just a tease....

She sipped her champagne smiling and nodding when appropriate while the merriment of her birthday flitted around her. She had spent several days in reflection of her impending day and felt as if she were but an empty shell, unfulfilled; still waiting for the one special thing that defines the best memory of your life.  For some, it’s the birth of a child, others it involves meeting and marrying their soul mate. She had neither of those.  So she sat, surrounded by her friends in a blanket of melancholy with no idea of direction or purpose. She groaned inwardly as she surmised what the coming attraction would be. A tall stranger with piercing eyes emerged from the back of the room dressed in a modern version of a rouge pirate.  The girls whistled and catcalled, throwing suggestive looks her way.  She rolled her eyes and tried to participate in the good natured fun, but her heavy miasma weighted her down. She finished off her flute and made to stand to save the poor man from further degradation when she caught his gaze boring in to her.  He parried the advances of her friends but she knew he knew her every move, every breath. She felt disconcerted which, she decided, was infinitely better than the sorry self pitying she was doing previously. She rose and worked her way slowly to the exit trying to escape to the ladies room and possibly out the backdoor. She was halfway there before the man stood blocking the door exclaiming in his fake pirate voice about allowing his “mates” a treat. With a flourish, he opened the door allowing more savagely dressed “pirates” in to amuse her friends. She then found him in front of her.

                “Going somewhere?” He asked sarcastically. His dark eyebrow quirked up and the corner of his sinful mouth curved in a slightly amused way.

                “You seem to have things well in hand. I’ll just leave you to it.” She moved to brush past him and his hand touched her stomach to halt her forward motion. The heat of his hand seared her, arousing a need long buried. Her eyes must have betrayed her and she thought she heard a low growl emanating from his throat.  He turned her quickly and brought her back up to his chest whispering urgently in her ear. “See how happy they are? Why are you not happy?” He never let her answer but continued on, his breath teasing her neck and ear. “You have lived up to this point mindlessly going about being unfulfilled, doing what is expected of you and asking for nothing in return.” He nipped gently at her earlobe and it shot an electrical charge throughout her entire body. “I can help you be reborn. Show you what you have been missing.” This fingers of his hand slipped just beneath the waistband of her slacks, burning her, sending her mind reeling. Part of her brain wondered why she wasn’t demanding that he unhand her immediately and this new undiscovered sibilant part of her hissed in pleasure wanting to continue this little dance. “There is a care waiting just outside for you. I will leave in 10 minutes with or without you. Choose how you wish to go on from this day forward.” He pressed his lips against the pulse of her neck and then was gone.

                She looked around her, noticing that the altercation had not been noticed and, indeed, saw that her friends were well and truly engaged with the dashing pirates from the captain’s ship.  She knew that this was a pivotal moment in her life, where her choice would decide the course of her future. Her first thought was, “no, no way” but her new friend whispered, “why not?” She came to the realization that she was well and truly disgusted with the status quo and wanted more in her life. She looked back guiltily then steeled her will and slipped out the door unnoticed. She ran quickly into the ladies room and touched up her makeup giving herself just one moment to change her mind then pushed out the back door to embrace her future. 

                The briskness of the cool night air made her gasp, as well as, the gleaming black limo idling by. The driver moved and opened the rear door waiting patiently for her to enter. She peeked in; expecting another cheap trick from her friends, but the back was empty. Only the quiet tinkling of melting ice in the bucket that held the freshly opened bottle of champagne waited for her.  She slid in and sat cradled in the supple leather of the back seat and asked the driver where her companion was. He answered that she was the only one he was instructed to pick up and gently closed the door.  Music played quietly, meant to soothe, as she sat back and began to panic. She saw a small sheet of white parchment propped beside an empty flute and she reached with trembling fingers to read the elegant scrawl inside. “Breathe my beauty. You are safe and no harm will befall you. This is the beginning of the rest of your life.”  It was signed only with an ornate “J”. Her nerves were calmed enough to pour herself a glass of the amber liquid and sneezed once as the bubbles tickled her nose. A calmness covered her and she sat back watching the lights of the city pass by as she sipped slowly. She recognized the area they were heading to as an upper crust, very exclusive neighborhood with hulking sterile homes artfully dotting the landscape. They turned into a driveway that meandered up and away from the neighborhood at large and stopped in front of a palatial manor that appeared empty but was lit from the inside with soft illumination. The door opened and she was helped out and escorted to the ornate doors that opened quietly as she approached.

                “Bienvenido senorita. Please come.” A matronly woman with a kind smile and warm eyes greeted her in her broken English at the door. She led her up a curving staircase to a room just off of the hallway. She stepped in and her breath stopped as she gazed at the beauty surrounding her. Gauzy curtains hung in a graceful caress from the canopy of a king sized bed loaded with pillows that invited one to rest. Muted gilt and pastels decorated the very feminine room. The maid busied herself with pointing and showing her the room, opening the side door to a bath that had been drawn. “Senior, he make happy.” She made a moue with her mouth trying to put the correct words together but she smiled and nodded that she understood. Once again the maid pointed to the bath and said, “You bath then dress.” And pointed to a gown waiting for her on the bed.  The maid touched her cheek gently and whispered, “muy bonita” and walked out of the room closing the door quietly behind her.

                She looked around her feeling the reality sink in what was so far a dream and took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She slowly slipped her shoes off and sunk her toes into the lush carpet. The little girl inside her giggled and the woman sighed. She peeled off her clothes, awkward at first, making sure the blinds were drawn on the windows but unable to shake the feeling that she was being watched. She moved to the bath and stepped into the luxurious tub, sinking down to her neck, sighing in pleasure as the warm water soothed the last of her nerves. She pinned her long locks up to expose her neck and sunk a little deeper into the scented water.  She chose to forget that she was in a stranger’s home and availed herself of the scented toiletries finally drying off and wrapping her in the thick robe that hung waiting for her. She padded back into the bedroom and over to the off white gown laid out for her. It shimmered in the light faintly giving it a very sheer appearance.  She slipped her bra and panties on then shimmied into the gown. It fit like a glove except it was sheerer than she realized showing her undergarments indiscreetly through the material. She tried to adjust the material but could not get the material to lie correctly against her body. Her newly discovered naughty side whispered a suggestion to her. She blushed at the thought but took the gown off to remove her bra and panties. The gown then slipped over her naked body like a glove and brushed her skin arousing her and tightening her nipples. She saw the full length mirror mounted by a chest of drawers and she stood in front of it to admire her reflection. She was momentarily stunned by the woman she saw. She looked like a Grecian goddess exuding a barely contained sensuality. The tendrils of hair that hung loosely around her neck and shoulders added to the allure.

                She heard a soft tap at her door and she turned and saw him standing at the door. His eyes were riveted on her; drinking in the sight of her like a man deprived of water. She felt his gaze as a physical touch and caused her shiver and warmth suffused through her body.  His upper torso was bare and glowed bronze in the soft light. He wore lose drawstring linen bottoms, and , she noticed, it was as sheer as her gown leaving no doubt as to the fact that he wore nothing under his as well. The idea excited her as she walked toward him slowly.

                “What do you want from me?” She nearly whispered as she approached.

                “No more than you are willing to give.” He answered simply.  He stepped toward her and lifted a lock of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Your beauty is striking.”

                She looked up into his dark eyes then memorized the contour of his face. High cheekbones hinting at Native American heritage with full, sensual lips beneath and aquiline nose and, her most favorite feature, the small dent in his chin that softens the rest of his sharp features. She felt drawn to him on a visceral level swaying closer craving his touch.  His chest was hard and smooth; her fingers ached to touch him. “I’m not usually like this. I mean…” His finger pressed against her lips halting her nervous chatter.

                “You do not yet know what you are like. I hope to show you what you can be.” His lips were scant inches from hers but not close enough as her took her hand and brought his lips to her fingers, kissing each one lightly. “The only question is…do you want to know?”

                “Who are you?” She whispered.

                “I will be your guide. You may call me Doran. Welcome to my home.” He bowed his head slightly and offered his arm to her and led her out of the room. “You will not be harmed in any way. Should you become uncomfortable with a situation you have but to say so and it will end immediately.” He spoke to her softly but with a deep masculine rumble as if he were calming a skittish mare. “You are also encouraged to ask questions and express any thoughts or ideas you would like to discuss.” He said this with a small grin. He led her down the hallway opposite of the way she entered to a large wooden door. He was the consummate gentleman as he opened the door and led her into the plain beige stairwell spiraling down. Sconces littered the walls casting a warm glow enough to light the way down. As she descended, she started to hear the tinkling of glasses and muted conversation. Music floated up to greet her as her anxiety built over the state of her dress or undress as it were.  Her steps faltered as she realized that they would not be alone. His hand covered hers as he leaned to whisper in her ear. “You’ve nothing to fear. I am with you.” Her cynical voice piped up and mentioned the fact that she didn’t know him but her new wicked side pummeled the thought back into the deep recesses of her mind. They turned the final corner and stepped through the gauzy curtains covering the door to an open airy space. It was made to look like a Bedouin tent, partitioned by the same gauzy curtains in various bright colors. In the middle of the room, padded manacles hung from the ceiling and a full length mirror hung to the side.  His hand heated at the small of her back as he led her to stand beneath the manacles and facing the mirror. She gazed at herself in the mirror but her eyes registered the hunger neatly banked in his. He placed hot, gentle kisses on her shoulders and neck while watching her reaction in the mirror. His fingers grazed the material the clung to her shoulders, holding up the garment she wore. 

                “I want you to discover the woman that you’ve hidden for so long.” He whispered.  Her lips parted and her eyes became heavy lidded as he brushed the shoulder straps slowly off.  Her gown pooled in a silky puddle at her feet leaving her completely bare to his gaze. “Beautiful” he whispered. She felt herself flush as she moved to instinctively cover her body. His caught her arms, holding them to her side. “I want to see you. Do not hide yourself from me.” He slowly lifted her arms above her head and secured them in the manacles. She felt her core tighten in anticipation and her nipples hardened. He moved around her, studying her, admiring her naked form. His hands reached out and caressed her causing her to erupt in gooseflesh wherever he touched.  He stood behind her once again and cupped her breasts in his hands flicking his thumbs over the hard nubs of her nipples. She leaned back against him as far as her restraints would let her. “You have but to say your name and all activities will cease.” His mouth worried her ear sending electric heat straight to her pussy. She felt the moisture gather and the beginning of a greater need began.  “I will know all of you before this night is over.” He reached up and caressed her beginning at her wrists and moving down her body. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back against him. “Open your eyes and watch. I want you to see how your body responds to me.” He stepped forward and molded his body to the back of hers, then letting his hands continue their exploration. His hand moved down her stomach and over her mound to her thighs. His pressed the inside of her thighs silently demanding she open her legs to him. “Let me see how wet you are.” She moaned ever so quietly and complied. His hand moved up and cupped her, his fingers brushing over her lips gently the probed her, slipping between her lips and sliding slowly into her tight channel. She felt his cock harden and rest deeper in the cleft of her ass as he molded himself to her body. As he toyed with her pussy he reached up and slid his hand into her hair making a fist and pulling her head back to cover her mouth with his. He plundered her mouth mercilessly as he slid his finger deeper into her.  Her body moved on his hand, desire building then he slipped his hand away from her bringing it up to their joined mouths. He slipped his finger, wet from her arousal, into her mouth. “Taste your desire...” he whispered. 

Blind Date

Written by:

“Ashlaris”

            She smiled at herself in the mirror and pulled out the few essentials needed to “freshen up”. She ran the comb through her thick, dark hair satisfied with the snap and gleam as it caressed her pale shoulders. She thought of the man waiting for her, Rick, that was his name. Her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to recall his last name but couldn’t. So very handsome with a hint of a dimple in his left cheek nearly hidden by the neatly trimmed goatee he wore nicely. Her nipples tightened in response to the memory of his lips when he smiled and she glanced down briefly to make sure the evidence was concealed in the black silky off the shoulder dress she wore. She wanted sexy and made sure she looked delicious even for a blind date. She was throwing caution to the wind and grinned to herself as she applied the fuchsia to her lush lips. She defiantly hit the jackpot this time. She would have to remember to thank her friend with a nice bottle of red. Checking her cleavage and make up, she gave herself a sexy subtle grin, satisfied with the glitter of her green eyes smiling back and made her way back to the table.

            She watched his expression as she approached and was inwardly pleased as his gaze drank her in. He stood as she approached, the consummate gentleman, and held her chair for her as she took her seat and thanked him with a smile and a look. She felt as his fingers brush a lock of her hair which spilled to tickle the curve of her breast making her nipples tighter. She sipped at the crimson liquid in the crystal glass and gazed at him under heavy lidded eyes.

            “I feel a connection with you.” He leaned back in his seat allowing her to respond.

            She felt no trepidation when she answered. “I am of the same opinion of you.” Her voice sounded husky and her mind already set on whatever course he presents.

            “I wonder if you would be so kind as to accompany me to my gentleman’s club.” He swirled the amber liquid in his glass slowly giving her plenty of time to decide. He knew this would be her choice, her decision.

            Her breath caught briefly as she quickly considered, her nipples, now pebbled, each breath abrading the sensitive nub. His question was scandalous to her. She recalled her friend’s final words to her before this night began. ‘Live a little’, she said as assured her for the millionth time that this man was “perfect for her”. She chose, in that instant, to allow this man to lead her into the unknown. She heard herself answer as if from far away, “I would love to”.

            His smile was radiant as he leaned over and took her hand, turning it over and placing a kiss on the pulse point of her wrist. He looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with promise as he whispered, “I promise you will never regret your decision.” He signaled for the waiter to pay for dinner as she sat with her hand lightly held in her lap, the frisson of his lips on her skin still tingling. She stood, as he placed her lace shawl gently on her shoulders, his hands lingering on her bare skin of her shoulders.

            “Shall we?” He asked. She smiled and took his offered arm and left her world behind.

            They drove in silence as he caressed her hand, her mind a whirl of second guessing and trepidation and yet, low in her stomach, she was excited, so very excited.

The stole furtive looks on the way, his hand encased hers, stroking ever so gently. Her first impression, as they pulled into the lot, was one of distinguished gentility. They pulled into a secluded lot labeled VIP. He cut the engine and looked at her, bringing her hand to his mouth placing a kiss as his eyes bored into hers. She unconsciously licked her lips and his eyes tracked the movement, passion burning in them. He hurried to her side of the car and opened her door reaching for her had again. She slid out, her short dress riding up just enough to give him a glance at the inside of her thigh. Their bodies were flush against each other, her head tilted up to his as he leaned into her. His lip, scant millimeters away from hers as his thumb caressed her jaw line. Her lips parted and her eyes fluttered her body on fire, primed and ready to taste this man. His lips barely touched hers; his tongue teased her bottom lip. “Will you come in with me?” He whispered.

            “Yes.” She sounded breathless to her own ears as she took his arm and followed him into the club.

            They entered into a dimly lit, paneled foyer where they were greeted by a very tall, well groomed man who took their coats and motioned them forward to a door at the end of the foyer. “Everything is as you requested, Mr. Burch.” Rick nodded to the man and led her down the hall, his arm strong under her hand as they neared the door. She was lead into an opulent room decorated in beiges and blushes and accented in gilt. She expected gaudy and was surprised to find and understated opulence. A sofa sat in wait at one end of the room facing the blank wall at the other. A side table was set up with chilling champagne and fresh fruit. He led her to the sofa and briefly appeared bereft of the touch of her skin on his as she settled herself comfortably on the sofa. He moved to the side table and poured two glasses of the golden liquid. He handed her a flute then placed his on the small table in front of the sofa.

            “Do you mind?” He removed his jacked and placed it over the arm of the sofa before loosening his tie and moving to sit beside her.

            She sipped nervously, the flavor exploding on her tongue as she watched him surreptitiously. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage.” She sounded nervous even to herself.

            He smiled and trailed his fingers down her bare arm raising the flesh on her arms. “You’ve nothing to fear from me. You are safe. Tonight is about just you and just me. At any time you are free to leave.” He saw that she visibly relaxed as he leaned over her to press a hidden button in the arm of the chair. The wall slid open revealing the stage beyond in the main arena of the club. “No one can see in here. We are alone.”

            The lights dimmed on the stage as the music of Evanescence played seductively. A figure with a black cowled cloak walked slowly onto the stage. A glimpse of tanned skin slips in and out of vision as she saunters onto the stage. In time with the music, she flings the cloak off bearing a beaded G-string with matching swatches of cloth that barely covered her nipples. Her body swayed seductively in time with the music her dancing a display of fluid art. “She is beautiful.” She heard herself whisper.

            “Yes, but not quite as beautiful as you.” He leaned over and whispered that into her ear, flicking his tongue over her earlobe. She turned into him, capturing his lips with hers before they had a chance to escape again. His lips were soft, but demanding on hers as he turned his head to take her mouth deeper; his tongue slipping in gently at first, then more demanding as their kiss deepened. Her body was on fire, her mind stopped thinking, and she was only interested in feeling and found that she wanted more. Her hand moved to his chest where she felt the steady thumping of his heart and felt the heat radiating from him. She felt his hands on her bare shoulder, sliding the dress lower, bearing more of her breast as she, emboldened by the moment, slipped the buttons of his shirt free from their moorings. She slid her had into his shirt and ran her hand over his smooth chest. She let her hand sink lower, memorizing the ridges of his abdomen listening as the buttons popped free of their own accord. The kiss broke off, both panting, eyes filled with passion, his eyes giving her one last chance to object, her eyes refusing to back down. He growled low and captured her mouth with his again, plundering, demanding as his hand moved under her dress caressing the outside of her thigh as her the hem of her dress rose with his hand until she felt exposed. She wasted no time divesting him of his shirt to let both of her hands explore the feast his torso presented. She moaned in his mouth as the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core. Instinctively, her hips moved up to meet him as she felt the moist heat pooling between her legs. His lips moved from hers, eliciting another moan from her, as he continued moving down her neck, licking and nibbling his was down but keeping the pressure from his aching cock tight to her. She began to move beneath him, her fingers finding their way to his head, urging him on. She felt her nipples tighten to hard nubs as he had her dress now bunched at her waist exposing them to his attention.

            “Beautiful…” He whispered as he captured the hard pebble in his mouth and began to suck.

            She arched beneath him; the electricity of his mouth on her breasts sent a jolt down to where his cock pressed hard against him. She rubbed against him harder, hearing him growl deep in his throat, feminine approval filling her.  She reached down intending to free him but he moved lower just out of reach. “Soon, baby.” He moved down her body, divesting her of her dress leaving her clad in her black G-string. He teased her stomach with his tongue then raised himself to tower over her spread legs. His eyes drank in the feast of her his predatory grin causing her to reach for him. He kissed her outstretched hand and placed it back to her side. “Let me taste you.” His lips began at the inside of her knee, nipping and licking his way down. Her thighs trembling with desire and spreading wantonly wider as his mouth settled over the heat of her pussy. He sucked her through the silky cloth listening to her moans become louder and more insistent. Her hands tangled in his hair pushing him closer to her, hips moving to meet his mouth. His hands grabbed the flimsy G-string ripping it quickly from her body. Her pussy was wet and swollen begging for more. “Please…” she whispered.

            “That’s it baby…let me see you.” He spread her lips and saw her swollen clit and bent to take it in his mouth. She screamed and bucked wildly beneath him as he devoured her pussy. His hands gripped her hips and he growled at her, “Come for me baby.” He slipped a finger and then another into her slick channel as he continued to suckle her sensitive clit and then began to move then slowly at first and then faster as her cries grew louder. He used his other hand to slip beneath her to tease the rim of her ass which triggered her orgasm. He replaced the fingers in her pussy with his mouth and drank her juices as she spasmed beneath him. She grabbed his hand and sucked greedily on his fingers tasting her own juices on him. His cock jerked at her hot mouth on his hand.

            He pulled her up and stood before her, watching as he freed himself. She licked her lips watching his cock jut proudly. She leaned forward but kept her eyes on his as she licked the tip of his cock. He growled low and watched her tongue swirl around the tip of his cock. He held himself rigid mastering his control not wanted to cum on her face before she was primed again. She took him in her mouth slowly, his girth impressive, but she managed him well. He slid his hand in her hair, making a fist to control the movement of her head. She moaned the vibration around his cock nearly unbearable as her head moved faster and faster up and down the length of his cock. She tasted him and felt her pussy contract and pool with wetness. He gritted his teeth and pulled her gently, but firmly to her feet with his hand still fisted in her hair and fused his mouth on hers. She took his tongue and sucked on it eagerly as he maneuvered them behind the plush sofa. He pulled away from her turning her and pulling her back to his chest. His cock nestled between her cheeks and he rubbed it insistently. On of his large hands cupped her breast and worried her hard nipple while the other reached down and stroked her clit as she watched the dancers on stage. “Please...” she moaned and struggled against him but he held her firm teasing her with his cock.

            “Yes, baby. I’m going to take you to the stars.” He whispered then bent her over the back of the sofa. She spread her legs wide as he speared her with his hard dick. She cried out and pushed back against him as he pumped her deep, his balls slapping her thighs. “One more baby: that’s a girl.” He reached under her and rubbed her clit as he pounded her pussy feeling her tighten around his cock. His balls drew up tight and he rubbed her clit harder gritting his teeth waiting for her moment. She threw her head back and screamed and he roared along with her and spilled his seed.

They saw the stars together.

PLEASURE

I sit across from you, feeling the tension and trying to ignore it the best I can but the desire is strong and will not be ignored. You watch as I rub my nipples through my shirt making them pebble hard and tight. It feels so intense and I crave more. I slip my shirt off and unclasp my bra, cradling my breasts in my hands. My thumbs continue to tease my hard nipples and squeeze them, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger. I moan softly and lean down letting my tongue lick my hard nipple. I hear you make a noise of interest but I continue playing with my nipples. I slip one hand down to open my jeans and delve into my heat. Need uncurls and explodes in me as I stand to shed the rest of my clothes as you continue to watch me. I see the growing bulge in your jeans and I long to taste you but I know you are trying to keep me at arm’s length. I turn and kneel on the seat of my chair spreading my knees wide giving you a view of my ass and the moist lips hidden between. My clit is already tight and begging for attention as you watch me reach down and run my finger from my ass, between my lips and circling on that hidden nub. I moan louder, rocking my hips slightly and slip my finger into my wet pussy, then pulling my finger out and tasting myself; sucking my finger much like I want to suck on your cock that is now rigid and peeking over the waist of your jeans. I watch you reach down to rub your balls, knowing you are fighting your own needs. My finger slides back to my ass, playing with that tight rose before moving back to my soaking wet pussy. I slide two fingers in deep knowing that I could never get as deep as you can and work them in and out slowly. My head falls forward as I rock on my hand, you can hear how wet I am and I hear you whisper, “oh yeah”.  Frustrated, needing more, I turn and sit, draping my legs over each arm of the chair, opening so wide you can see and reach down to pull my dildo from my bag beside the chair. It is large, but not as large as you. I lick it, closing my eyes, remembering how your cock felt and tasted in my mouth. I slide it in my throat as far as I can take it, making myself gag on the length but loving every inch. I run my tongue around it as I withdraw it from my mouth, licking the tip much like I have to you in the past, slipping my tongue in the slip, tasting you on my lips. I move it down and let the tip tease my lips, soaking the dildo before I begin to work it in slowly. I watch you watch me slide it in deeper as your hand held your cock in your hand. Watching you stroke yourself makes me hotter as I shove the dildo in me hard and deep. I begin to work it in and out faster, rubbing my clit with my other hand. My moaning is louder and more intense, hips bucking on the plastic length buried inside of me. I see your precum gather on the tip of your cock and I so want to lean over and lick it from you but I continue shoving the dildo in and out. My juices soaking my inner thighs running down to my ass and I can take no more. Throwing my head back I shove it deep in my pussy as I scream and cum hard. My hips jerk under my hand as my pussy pulsates in orgasm. I pull the dildo out slowly and bring it to my lips and smile over at you……..

Discipline

Sir is cross with me. I tried so very hard to be good but the pleasure is so intense it washes over me and takes me away from myself. My focus lost; my sirs pleasure secondary to the nirvana achieved from such personal pleasure. I kneel before him, head bowed, accepting of his will and his punishment.  He fists my hair in his hand and yanks my hair up sharply. “What is your primary responsibility?” His voice is low and steely.  I pause, waiting for his slight nod indicating my permission to speak. “Your pleasure, sir, is my primary concern.” I respond weakly.  “I do not feel that you are taking that responsibility seriously my little cum slut.” He pulled me to my feet by my hair. “In fact, I think you’re a dirty little cock whore and need to be taught a lesson in responsibility.” He pulled me to the bed and threw me down on my stomach instructing me to lie spread open to him. He restrained my wrists and ankles in the sinfully strong leathers securing me for his pleasure. I pulled experimentally on the restraints, unsurprised to find them secure. My sir knows how to keep me down! I look over my shoulder, curious of my fate as he straddles my back, tying the blindfold tight around my head cutting off my sight. He pulls my head back and leans down to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to teach you to please me my little bitch.” He slips the earbuds in playing Bocceli now eradicating my sight and my hearing. Goosebumps rise on my skin; the anticipation building.  My sir begins by gently scraping his nails against my sensitive skin. I’m sure he sees the response my traitorous body is showing so blatantly. His clever fingers run over all of my exposed skin and as he rakes them over the curve of my ass I moan and push my needy ass against his hand. I receive a hard swat to my ass making me moan louder. He swats the other side his intent clear now as he requires my silence. I bite my lip, swallowing those moans as my ass stings nicely. His hands caress both cheeks easing the sting and finishing his trek down my exposed body. I strained to hear but am only kept company by the sweet tenor of Bocceli, while my body quivers in anticipation. I feel his cool fingers probe at my core; spreading my lips wide as he runs his fingers up and down the slit and worrying my clit to a hard needy nub. I bite my lip harder silencing the moan but  my hips betray me as my ass pushes up to him. Again, I receive the flat of his hand on my bare bottom; first the sting then the ease of his hand. I’m starting to understand the punishment and know that I will be well and truly disciplined. My pussy is wet, liquid heat pooling low betraying my acquiescence with its primal defiant nature. His fingers slide in deep, stroking me. I know he can hear my wet slick pussy suck on his fingers and I try so hard not to move or make a sound. You stroke me harder and deeper, my clit so tight I must have moaned as your hand came down again on my bare ass. You continued your digital onslaught on my pussy while swatting my ass. It is too much for a mere cum slut like me to bear. My hips bouncing up to you and my ass on fire from your hand. Suddenly, your touch is absent, my body left on fire and bereft of absolution. You pull the earbuds from my ears and I can feel the puff of your words close to me. “Now my little sub, you will hear…but is it really what you want?” His words left me confused as I heard him rustling behind me. Darkness surrounded me, but my other senses were alive and vibrant and absorbing every ounce of information. I felt him kneel on the foot of the bed then felt the cold metal against my pussy as it slipped inside of me. “You will not cum unless you have permission.” His was a statement of fact and not necessary for my assent. I heard a click and the vibration caused my hips to bounce off the bed. It hit my spot, the juice flowing like rivulets out of my pussy as the flogger came down on my ass. He comes to my face, all the while dialing up the intensity of the bullet torturing my pussy, smacking me with his rigid cock. My mouth opens to the invitation and the flogger descends on my ass and thighs. My body jumps and I moan louder. “Please sir…” My orgasm is so close I’m afraid I won’t have the strength to stop it. My sir would be displeased with that. “Please sir what?” He growled, smacking me again with his cock. “Please sir may I cum?” I whimper, the need so strong. He shoves his cock deep into my mouth nearly choking me with his size and revs the bullet to the max. I suck him greedily while humping the mattress unable to stop myself, so gone was I that my body rushed headlong into the freedom that beckoned. His balls were so tight as they smacked against my chin. I opened my mouth wider wanting all of him. “Cum now my bitch…” He growled as his cum shot hot down my throat. My pussy exploded as the stars burned behind my blindfolded eyes.