The Naughty Stuff (2 page)

From the Art of Submission

Oh, heavens. The look in his eyes right now is staggering.
Me – his submissive?
Yes, I like the sound of that
very much
.

I pull him towards my bed and sit in front of him. I can feel how turned on he is through his pants. He’s
so
hard. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel… dare I say it?
Wanted
. I clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper. I’m doing my best to look graceful and sexy, but really I’m just a feeble klutz. I finally get his pants undone and pull him free of his very sporty briefs. Cute. I wouldn’t have guessed him to be a brief man.

Holy hard on.
What does he think I’m going to do with
that
? I mean… I’m game, but … it’s just so...
big
. Like hard on in 3D. I look up at him hoping he’ll explain how this is supposed to work. He touches my face, runs his hand through my hair and gives me look of pure pleasure, and that’s enough for me. I’ll just do my best and hope for a positive
outcum.
I inwardly laugh at my own no-pun-intended remark. I’ll start with the basics. A little licking, some gentle sucking. He tastes so delicious and he smells wonderful – clean and masculine. But just when it’s getting good, he stops me. No! Why?

“Stop… I want to try something,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

I wonder what he’s planning. Something naughty I hope. He quickly scans my apartment and spies something on the coat rack. A scarf? What does he plan on doing with
that
? He walks back over to me, kneels in front of me, and gently starts blindfolding me. Oh, I get it now.
Yes, this is nice.
I’ve never done anything like this before. The scarf feels so soft around my eyes. I touch it, trying to get used to the feeling of not being able to see what I’m doing. Then I feel him in front of me, all his hardness in my hot and greedy hands. My breathing is so loud and I’m trying my best to control it, but it’s difficult because I’m so absolutely turned on right now. I can feel my own wetness and I shift uncomfortably on the bed.
Let’s do this
…

I start stroking him firmly and I can hear his breathing start to quicken. He puts his hands in my hair as I take him in my mouth and he gently pushes my head down
. He tastes so good
. I do what I know; I caress the head of his dick with my tongue and suck hard. He moans low and deep so I take him deeper. Can I do this? Maybe… I’ll try. I relax and take him to the back of my throat, trying not to gag… oh… yes… I
can
do it. I start to gag so I pull him out of my mouth completely and then quickly take him in again, sucking as hard as I can and concentrating on my breathing. My pussy is throbbing uncontrollably as I do it over and over. The sound is so sinful and naughty; wet and loud. Oh my god, I’m going to come….
I can’t believe this
.

“Fuck!” His voice is filled with abandon as he curses into the air.

Without warning I feel his warm release at the back of my throat and I swallow quickly before I gag again. Then I come, too, and it feels
so incredible
.

***

I pull back from her and her cheeks have turned a lovely pink hue. Christ, her legs are a fine sight. All she’s wearing is a surprisingly pretty pair of pink ruffled panties, a matching bra and
knee-high white socks. At least she has good taste in underwear.
Very good taste, indeed
. She’s looking down at the floor, her feet slightly pigeon-toed, and she starts twirling a lock of hair between her fingers. Her breasts are large and firm, her tummy soft, round and flat. Good lord Almighty, she’s fucking perfect – and I tell her so again, but she looks up at me as if disbelieving. We’re definitely not getting out of here if she keeps doing that with her hair.

She smiles shyly and her hand falls to her side. I’m standing directly in front of her. She’s little – with the top of her head only reaching my mouth.
She’s looking up at me with sleepy half-closed eyes. Her skin is so soft and smooth, like satin
.
With my other hand, I grab her hair at the back of her head and pull it to bring her face to mine. Her eyes are closed and I kiss her forehead, her perfect little nose, and then her pouty mouth. She responds immediately. She tips her head to one side and kisses me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth briefly. I pull away from her so I can look at her one more time. Her eyes are still closed
and she looks
angelic.

“Dylan…
don’t stop…
more
…” she whispers.

I can’t deny her. I kiss her long and hard, my tongue caressing the inside of her warm wet mouth. I move my mouth down her neck, onto her large firm breasts, biting as I go along. I want to taste her –
all of her
. I kiss her breasts through her bra, nibbling her stiff nipples as she pants softly. I glide my mouth down her belly, kissing and biting her as I follow the mouth-watering scent of her pussy. She starts to moan softly.

I kneel in front of her, my hands on both of her hips.
When I reach her pubic line, I run my nose along up and down and across, right at the top of her panties. I feel her hands in my hair, tugging at it.
Fuck… that feels so good.
I push her legs slightly apart and I tug at her panties, pulling them down so I can see her. To my delight, she’s well groomed and look at that -
she’s a natural blonde after all.
I pull her panties down lower, just above her thighs, low enough to slip a finger into her.
She’s so wet
. I look up at her and she’s watching me obsessively. I insert another finger inside of her and she closes her eyes, throwing her head back and letting out a small whimper.
She smells so good…her own unique scent, soapy and sweet.
I move my fingers in and out of her, slowly, enjoying the content look on her face.

As I continue to finger fuck her, I run my tongue along her clit. It hardens under my tongue as I lick up and down the length of it, then encircling it.

“You taste so good, Isabel; like a little slice of heaven,” I tell her in between licks.

I move my fingers around, searching for her sweet spot… yes
… there it is
. It’s rigid and slick and I can feel it swell to my touch. I pull my fingers back against it firmly in a come-hither motion. Briefly I think how much better the real thing feels compared to the painting.

“Oh my God, Dylan….” she says all breathy.

I keep up the motion, again and again, pulling at her, harder and harder, licking her sweet honey hole, sucking her and biting her. Both of her hands are in my hair, pulling hard
.
Her hips are swaying rhythmically, meeting my mouth.
Fuck
… I feel her legs stiffen and she rises on her tiptoes. Her breathing is loud and quick. I pick up the pace
… she’s almost there…

“Come for me, Isabel…” I demand and she complies.

I feel her pussy tighten as warm come shoots out and down the front of me, and catches me by complete surprise. She screams something garbled, throws her head back and then forward – her hair falling into her face. She collapses to her knees with a spasm and a jerk as her orgasm slowly subsides, and I catch her. She lies in my arms with her head on my chest, quivering uncontrollably, as her breathing gradually slows.

Fuck.
That was intense
. I’ve never seen that before. I’ve never actually been with anyone who can do that – and I was the one who made her do it.
Nice work, Young
. I can’t wait to get her into my dungeon and make her do that again and again…

***

“What are you smiling about? It’s not funny that I’m afraid to fly, Dylan,” she tells me sternly.

Oh, poor little Isabel; she always thinks I’m laughing at her. “I’m not laughing at you. I was just thinking about…
earlier
.” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down suggestively and I think she gets the idea.

Her eyes widen and she asks, “Oh, which part?”

“All of it, sweetheart.”

She smiles back at me and my dick jumps to attention. I uncomfortably shift in my seat and clutch myself to readjust. She looks down and sees my awkward stiffened state of arousal. Her grin widens and she gets a salacious gleam in her eyes.
I know what she wants – the same thing I do.
She reaches over to me and starts rubbing me through my pants.

Shit. We really shouldn’t be doing any of this before we discuss our agreement more and get everything in writing and make out our contract, but Isabel doesn’t know anything about that and I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Besides, this feels so fucking good right now and how can I deny her when she looks at me like that?

I yell over at Brody to close the partition to the cabin and reach over to Isabel’s seatbelt and unbuckle it for her. I grab a pillow and set it on the floor between my feet and she kneels in front of me, on the pillow.

“You’re so thoughtful, Dylan,” she says peering at me through her long lashes.

Shit.
That voice.
It’s silky and seductive. She proceeds to unbutton my pants, rubbing me and squeezing me.
Fuck - that feels so damned good
. She pulls me free and starts her slow magic. I put my hands on the back of her neck and run my fingers down her spine. She’s licking, and sucking, wet and loud.

Don’t look at her mouth.
I don’t want to come yet. How the hell can she go so deep?
Fuck
…. She looks up at me, our eyes meeting, while she continues to lick the entire length of me.
Don’t look at her mouth
…. She engulfs me and drags her mouth back while squeezing with her hand and twirling her tongue around the head of my cock.
Don’t look at her mouth
… She pulls back and puts both hands around my cock and starts giving me the most amazing hand job, her hands twisting around me in opposite directions while she licks the head. Shit –
I looked at her mouth
. I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to come. This time I give her warning and for my politeness in warning her, she rewards me.

She puts her mouth over me and sucks me completely dry and swallows everything I have to offer, and the feeling is
exquisite
. She gives me one last bite on my inner thigh - actually leaving her teeth marks on me and making me jump from the sting. What the fuck was that about?
Whatever it was, I liked it.

She quickly gets up, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and sits back down. I get myself put back together, liking the fact that there’s nothing to clean up.
She’s looking out the window, not saying anything. I wonder what’s going on in that gorgeous head of hers.

From Grace Street

“I’ve already told you that I have no time for embarrassment. You have no reason for it. Do I really need to point out the obvious? You’re beautiful; intelligent and spirited.” The hidden smile lines on Elsa’s face materialized but she stood unmoving. “Now come over here and let me make up for making you piss yourself.”

Her joy disappeared and the blood rose to her cheeks as if recalling the memory. She scanned the floor but he could see she was thinking about his offer, causing a smile to creep onto his face. She wore her humiliation well and he couldn’t help but feel pleased with himself.

Growing more impatient as she stood contemplating what to do, he leaned back onto a pillow, closed his eyes and began to stroke himself again in hopes that he could entice her. Right on cue, he felt her hands on him, warm, damp with nervousness and greedy. He left his eyes closed, enjoying the randomness of her movements. When she took a hold of his shaft, he rested his hands under his head and focused on all the sensations she was providing him with.

Several long, slow strokes later, her wet mouth was felt on his dick. He grunted when she swirled her tongue over the crown and his abdominal muscles contracted with longing. Thankfully she was good at giving head. Much better than
Seven. She was good at it too, but that was her only saving grace. Hell, Elsa was a close second place behind Five when it came to oral talents and that was saying a lot because that man could suck cock like a rock star.

This was what oral was supposed to be like – sloppy and wet. He felt the tight muscles of the back of her throat capture him and he pried his eyes open, wanting to see the sinful vision of her red hair all around him and her drool-soaked lips. Rising up on his elbows, he pushed her long locks to the side to get a better view and she didn’t disappoint. For all her unnecessary bashfulness, she gave head like that’s what she was born to do. She placed both her hands at the base of his penis, twisting them in opposite directions and it was all he could do to not shoot his load down her throat.

It was time for another lesson in humiliation 101. He pulled her hands away from his shaft and pulled them behind her back, pinning them there with one hand while he grabbed a handful of her hair with the other. He thrust his hips upwards while simultaneously pushing down on her head, forcing himself deep into her throat. Elsa’s body jerked as she gagged loudly and a debauched grin spread over his face. Dragging her mouth away from his dick, a thick ribbon of drool pooled out of her mouth and down his cock. How would she react to this? Tears again?

Elsa’s watery eyes met his and to his incomprehension, there wasn’t one ounce of shame or remorse shining back. He pushed her head down again trying to elicit discomfiture, but still, all that was gazing back at him was longing and that same damned defiance as before. She was a dirty girl after
all, or maybe something in between filthy and demure. Perhaps she couldn’t be put into any one category at all. She clearly liked being dominated and the feeling of complete authority surged through him.

He heaved her body to the side and ravaged her, tearing her clothes off like a madman, the fabric of her snug-fitting dress shredding under his ravenous hands. She fisted his hair and bit into his neck harshly, making him hiss through his gritted teeth. So she liked it rough, too
…