The Naughty Stuff (8 page)

“Kate, my delicious, unruly Kate…” he spoke softly, his voice breaking with deep huskiness.

Her eyes focused on Sawyer’s mouth and they clouded with some undefined emotion. “Allow me to pleasure you, Master Morrison. I want to taste you, too. Please?”

Feeling satisfied with his performance, he accepted her offer of repayment for having allowed her to
come and watched with contentment as she fell to her knees to work his cock with gratitude.  Any previous doubts he had about being a Dom pooled at his feet along side his pants. He was a Dom and there was no turning back.

From Grace Street

The day crept by slowly, hour-by-miserable-hour ticking painfully by. She had read an entire novella on her e-book app on her phone and played mindless games until her frustration practically boiled over. It was absolutely preposterous for her to wait around for a man she knew nothing about. Okay – that wasn’t entirely true. She knew the size of his dick, which, by the way, was perfect, as well as the fact that he was good in the sack and liked deep throating her.

Elsa rolled her eyes. What a shitty list of things to know about someone. She wanted to know him more personally - more about his life; his history; his past relationships. Or did she? This was, after all, supposed to be only a ‘physical association.’

Bored to tears and perturbed that she was still unable to open the spare bedroom door despite nearly kicking it in, she lay on the now pee-free lounger and decided to pleasure herself. Post masturbation, she fell asleep and woke several hours later to Mr. Black’s signature cigarette and aftershave scent and to his fingers inside of her.

Her body writhed with need and she thrust her hips upward into his palm as her eyes flickered open. The room was dim with only Mr. Bla
ck’s silhouetted profile in view. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly while his thumb pressed down firmly on her clit. Her nethers were still over sensitized from her own manipulation, making his massaging and probing all the more intense. She fisted her own hair and sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as her climax neared. She was so close and it felt so good... The heat in her lower belly descended and turned into a cool chill when Mr. Black abruptly stood and moved to the chair without saying anything.

Elsa sat up, hot and bothered and her hormones raging. Seated on the chair, he watched her with the same look of displeasure on his face as the previous night. What had she done now? Would she never please him? Hell, she waited all damned day for him. She glanced out the bay window to see the sun barely on the horizon and rubbed her eyes.

“I waited like you said to,” she smiled tentatively at him, smoothing her skirt down over her legs.

“I see that,” he replied coolly as he dipped the same fingers that had just been in her into his mouth, licking them clean of her juices. “What else did you do today?”

She huffed, “Nothing.”

Mr. Black adjusted himself in the seat, gripping his hard-on, and shook his head. “That’s not entirely true, now is it?”

What did he want? A blow-by-blow account of her daily activities? “I ate. I read. I played a few games on my phone. I ate again. I waited.”

“And?” he prompted.

Her parted lips clamped shut. Did he know she had played with herself? Of course not. He was just guessing. Her stomach knotted and she stiffened under his accusing stare. Sitting up straight, she crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap while remaining quiet.

Pushing himself off the chair, he began to pace back and forth in front of her, then around the chaise, his hands clasped behind his back.

“I’m disappointed in you. I had hoped we could enjoy each other’s company tonight and that I could taste that exquisite pussy of yours again, but…” he trailed off, pausing in front of the window and looking out. “Seeing as you don’t need me to get you off and you can do it yourself, I guess our time here is done. Gather your things and I’ll see you next weekend.”

Elsa’s mouth gaped open in utter disbelief. She had waited all day and for what? So he could deny her an orgasm and dismiss her because she had fingered herself? She stood, incensed
and exasperated and… she couldn’t even put into coherent thoughts what she was feeling.

As her breathing became more labored and loud, he peered over his shoulder and lifted his brows. “What are you waiting for? You’re free to leave,” he replied with a finality that forbade any further discussion.

She stomped upstairs, seething more with every passing minute. She retrieved her bag and tore back downstairs to get the hell out of there when Mr. Black’s inflamed voice resonated through the hallway behind her.

“Rule number five: All your orgasms belong to me.”

From The Art of Submission

Then I proceed to get the suspension rig ready for her. This is where I want to take her. She sits watching me keenly; taking everything in and I can’t help but feel like she’s taking notes on how to work the equipment.
Why would she be doing that?

First I place the suspension cuffs on her, explaining that they have a quick release snap on them, in case she feels panicked. Then I guide her from the bed over to the rig. I have her stand directly underneath the spreader bar and have her raise her arms up so that I can get her wrists fastened to each end. I pause briefly to gauge her reaction in case she’s having second thoughts. To my amusement, she’s staring overhead at the rig, seemingly fascinated by it. I lower the bar just low enough to meet her wrists and adjust the bar so that her wrists are about one foot apart and snap the cuffs into place. The sound of the metal on metal, the sight of Isa so ready and willing and her breath on my chest as I reach overhead to bind her, is almost more than I can take. Once she’s restrained, I look down at her and ask if she really wants to do this. 

“More than you’ll ever know, Sir,” she says smiling deviously at me. 

Fuck yes.
I walk over to the crank and slowly turn the handle. I see her body slowly rise off the floor. I lift her just enough so that her feet are off the ground, but the balls of her feet are still touching the floor. I move in front of her and slip her socks and panties off.

“Nice socks, by the way.”  I tell her; my comment sending a smile across her face.

As I run my fingers up the inside of her thighs, she lets out a small sigh and I rub her pussy ever so lightly.

“Always so eager, aren’t you, Isa?” I ask as I feel her wetness.

Then I grab the fixed ankle spreader bar. I hold it up to Isa so she can get a good look at it. She scans it excitedly and then licks her lips. I place her ankles in the cuffs and adjust the bar to an almost uncomfortable width for her. I stand back and eye my filthy handiwork.

“You look fucking magnificent, Isa.”  I tell her.

She smiles shyly and a beautiful pink hue steals onto her cheeks. I start rubbing my cock through my pants as she watches me impatiently. Then I start to undress.

“Slower, Sir.
I want to enjoy the show.” She tells me.

What the hell?
Is she topping from the bottom?
I’ll let it slide this time because she doesn’t know what that means and because she asked so nicely. Also, I love the look on her face right now. Giving Isa what she wants, I slow my pace and give her a show. She runs her tongue along her bottom lip and smiles lustfully at me. I move towards her, unbuttoning her shirt and opening it so that I can see her breasts. I step back away from her and instruct her to lower her head and to not speak anymore unless I give her permission. 

When I move towards the rack to find a flogger, I notice the belts are gone. My Isa didn’t miss a thing when she was cleaning in here. I pick out what I want and then move behind her. I move her hair out of the way and kiss her neck. Then I bite it and suck hard.  She lets out a loud whine as I continue to suck at her neck.
She tastes so damned good
. Then I kneel behind her and kiss her flawless fleshy ass and bite there, too.
Her skin is so soft and she smells divine
. She whimpers quietly and pulls on her restraints.

“Don’t move, Isa.” I tell her.

I move around front and cup her chin and raise her face so she’s looking at me. “What did you do last night after we got off the phone?” I ask her.

She looks surprised and then looks down at the ground guiltily.
That’s what I thought.

Isabel

Holy shit
. How does he know what I did? No. There’s no way he can know that.
Can he
?

“How did you…”  I start to ask, but he cuts me off.

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

Shit.
His voice is commanding and fierce. I shake my head no to his answer.

“I’m going to teach you a little lesson on self-control, Isa.” He says mischievously.

What the hell does that mean? Self-control? I’m afraid to ask.

“Until we get something more
inspiring
picked out, I want you to remember the safe words are red and yellow. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop because things are too intense or painful. Nod if you understand.” 

So he did read the contract.
I nod
yes
, fearful and excited of what comes next. Why is he reminding me of safe words unless he plans on taking this too far? I feel him lift tail of my shirt up and I feel the leather hit my ass and I jump from the sound. The slap is light and sends tingles up my spine, then another and another, across my bottom and down my legs.
Yes.
I can get used to this. It feels so damned good and naughty.  Then I briefly feel fingers inside me. I want more but he stops. When he walks around in front of me, he’s licking the fingers he just had in me.
Oh my God.
Did he really just do that? I feel my face heat from embarrassment.

“Why are you embarrassed, Isa? You taste outstanding,” he says in a low, seductive voice.

What a naughty boy he is.  Then he snaps the flogger on each of my breasts, the stinging sensation almost overwhelming. I close my eyes and try to contain the pain, but Dylan orders me to look at him.

“Look at me, Isa.” 

I open my eyes and the vision of Dylan standing in front of me, naked with a huge hard on with my name written all over it is too much for me to take. When he licks his lips it damn near sends me over the edge.

“I want that tongue on me, Sir.
Please
…” I say whispered.

Dylan narrows his eyes at me and harshly tells me, “I told you not to speak unless given permission.”

He moves behind me and I feel the hard sharp snap of leather on my ass. It hurts enough to make me scream out loud. I can’t believe he just did that.
I can’t believe that I’m actually turned on.

I’m still trying to talk myself out of screaming out
yellow
to him when he walks back in front of me, drops the flogger and starts to finger me.
Yes. Thank you.

“Now you’re going to learn about self-control. I’m going to push you to the edge of an orgasm, but I want you to hold it. I don’t want you to come until I tell you to; until I give you permission. Nod if you understand,” h
e tells me sweetly.

He doesn’t want me to come
? How am I supposed to control something like that? I can’t do that. Not the way he makes me feel and the things he does to my body.
I can’t
.

He suddenly lifts my face to meet him.

“Nod that you understand,” he insists that I nod in agreement, though I’m not really sure if I’ll be able to comply with his cruel demand.

Dylan

She looks confused and almost hurt at my demand, but I want her to learn to control herself and her sexual desires. I cup her chin and kiss her, trying to reassure her that she can do this.

Then I start to work her body, fingering her slowly, then fast, feeling the rigidness of her sweet spot swell to my touch. Then I begin nipping and biting her jaw line, mouth, breasts and her belly. She starts to thrash as I can feel her getting close to orgasm. Her pussy tightens and her G-spot feels full and heavy like it needs to be released, but I warn her of the consequences if she does.

“If you come without permission, Isa, you won’t be able to sit down for a week. Do you understand?”

She whimpers and whines as I kneel in front of her and start licking her delicious pussy and nibbling and pulling at her clit, and for a moment I think she’s going to break, but she doesn’t.

“Oh God, Dylan.
Please
… I want to come.
Please
… may I, Sir?” she cries out.

I almost give in to the sound of her begging so politely, but I resist.

“You can hold it, sweetheart. Just a little longer.
Don’t come, Isa
,” I reassure her.

She looks so fucking beautiful right now.
Her eyes are closed tightly and her head is thrashing forward and back.

“I don’t want you playing with yourself without my permission. Do you understand, Isa?” I ask her harshly.

When she opens her eyes, they’re the color of wildfire.  She hesitates but I tug at her harder and her answer comes spilling out of her perfect mouth.

“
Yes
, I understand.” She says near tears.

“You understand
what?”
I want to hear her say it again.

“
Sir
. Yes, I understand, Sir.
Please
…”

I pull my fingers out and move behind her. I push myself into her dripping wet honey
hole and thrust fast and hard. She starts to scream my name as I continue to ram into her. I reach around front and squeeze her breasts and bite down on her shoulder blade.
Fucking hell… I don’t want to come just yet.
  I move my hand down towards her clit and start working it while I squeeze her shoulder with my other hand. The sound of her ass slapping against me, the smell of sex and leather, and her loud moans are too much and I feel my come engorging me.
Fuck.
I lean into Isa and whisper to her.

“Come for me now, sweetheart.”  I say as I continue rapidly thrusting into her.

And like a good submissive, she comes.