Skye Leroux

Read Part One here.

Episode Four

He kneaded her feet with care, wanting to please her completely. Raising her foot toward his mouth, he looked up at her inquiringly. At her nod, he began to gently lick and suck on one delicate toe and the sound of her pleasure told him he was on the right track. He moved from one to the next, losing himself in his task. The touch of her foot against his cock shook him back to attention.

She used the instep of her foot to stroke the length of his cock, bringing him to a state of hardness again. She noticed that he was done with her other foot, so she switched and allowed him to continue with her left foot. She tickled at his balls with her toes and smiled as he struggled to maintain his attention on the massage. After a few more strokes, she drew her foot back.

He had just begun to wrap his tongue around her smallest toe when she spoke.

“Rise and stand here in front of me,” she commanded.

Wordlessly, he rose and waited.

“Take one step closer and widen your stance.”

The adjustments made, he tried to keep the twitching of his cock at bay and his mind off the images that were swirling in his head.

“You did a lovely job with my foot massage,” she said, taking a bottle of lube from her bag.

“Thank you, Mistress. I’m so happy you enjoyed it,” he said, watching her invert and squeeze some of the bottle’s contents into her palm.

“I did, and I know I’m going to continue to enjoy you this evening.” Her slick hand wrapped purposefully around his cock and began its slow course upward to the tip and then downward to the base. He stood quietly, biting his lower lip, as she repeated the action again and again.

“I do enjoy it when you demonstrate self-control,” she told him, her eyes fixed on his. “Are you enjoying this, my boy?”

He took a deep breath before attempting to speak, hoping his voice would not quiver.

“Oh, yes, Mistress…very much.” That hadn’t been too bad.

She stroked him harder and a bit faster and asked, “And what about now?”

He opened his mouth, but only a moan escaped, as he struggled to stay on his feet.

“Yes, that’s what I thought,” she said, smiling. She slowed her hand to its previous pace and he gave silent thanks. It was torture to be aroused like this again and again—but it was sweet torture, and the last thing he wanted was to end it by slipping over the edge before she gave permission.

He noticed that her hand slowed even further, barely grazing his skin now. Still, a fine stream of fluid had begun to run down the underside of his stiff cock—he could feel it as her fingers spread it around.

Sensing that she might be ready for something else, he pushed other thoughts aside so that he would be ready to obey.

Episode 5

“Leaking for me…I love that,” she murmured as she moved her hand down to his balls. Her fingertips grazed his sensitive skin and her hand closed around him. Gentle caressing and squeezing followed, and all he could do was stand before her with his legs spread. He could feel the drops of fluid spilling down his hard shaft.

“Hmm, what if I do this?”

She released his full sac and deftly moved her fingers behind it, sliding them into the crevice there. The lube she had applied made them slide freely and he felt her finger circling his opening.

“Oh, Mistress, please,” he said, his voice quivering.

“Please?”

He nodded.

“You’re going to have to do better than that, my boy.”

“Please,” he began again, “use your fingers on me, Mistress.”

She shook her head.

“Better than that.”

He swallowed hard, knowing she was fucking with his head as well as his body. He found it so hard to ask for what he wanted sometimes—and maybe that was why the Dominant role was always more comfortable for him. In that role, he could simply take what he wanted. That wouldn’t work now, though.
He took a deep breath and spoke.

“Please, Mistress, use my ass…fuck me with your fingers…I need you.”

His body was shaking and he longed to reach out and touch her, to let her feel his vulnerability. He kept his place, though, and waited for her response.

She stood, smiling, and moved behind him. Her arm encircled him, her hand resting over his racing heart, her cheek against his back.

“Fuck you with my fingers, boy? Just my fingers?”

“It’s not for me to say, Mistress. Any way you want. I am here for your pleasure.”
He could feel her breath on his skin as her hand moved from his chest up to his shoulder and around to the back of his head. Her fingers twisted into his hair and she bent him over the edge of the bed.
“Don’t move.”

He knew she was going to the corner of the room where the toys were waiting on a shelf inside the chifferobe. He heard the sounds of things being moved around and the soft padding of her feet as she returned to him.

“First, we need this,” she said, slipping a blindfold over his eyes. “Then, this.”
She encircled his wrists with the restraint cuffs attached to the bed, and tugged the straps that raised his arms toward the head of the bed, securing him.
“Now we’re ready,” she announced.

He heard her, but it was as if she was speaking through a wad of cotton. His body was floating and drifting; everything seemed to be happening slowly. He knew this place, this space he so rarely visited, the core of his submission. He would not raise objections, nor ask questions now. She owned him completely.

As she opened the bottle of lubricant, she could sense a deep quiet settling over him. She walked to the side of the bed, looking at his face—eyes closed, mouth opened slightly, muscles relaxed. She leaned in next to his ear.

“All is well?”

He nodded.

“I’ve got you, my lovely boy. Enjoy the ride.”

Returning to the bottom of the bed, she pushed his legs apart and stood between them. Squirting the lube onto her fingers, she ran them up and down the crevice of his ass, spreading it around. He quivered and gasped, then settled down again.

Episode Six

She picked a glove up from the bed and slid it onto her left hand, being sure to let it snap so he would hear it. She swore she heard him whimper softly then.

Applying more lube to the glove, she let her fingers sweep up and down several more times before letting the middle one come to rest over his tight, dimpled opening. With gentle but steady pressure she let her fingertip move in a small circular motion, coaxing him to relax.

This was not a new experience for him; they had played this way many times and she knew how much he enjoyed it. He knew what to do to maximize his pleasure, and she felt him breathing and relaxing his muscles in order to admit her probing finger. It wasn’t long before she was able to add her index finger and begin some slow and easy pumping.

His breathing changed, and it was like the movements of a symphony to her. Her fingers created a soft, slow introduction before moving into the quicker, more rhythmic patterns. His body reacted as she played him and she watched with delight. At first, he was still and quiet, stretching just a bit. As she continued to pleasure him, he began to rise up from the bed, presenting his ass to her, responding to her movements. He spoke softly, but there was fierceness in his voice.

“Oh Mistress, yes…I love to feel you like this, inside of me,” he exhaled. “I…I need you so much…need to be yours…to be owned by you…mmmmm.”

“I know you do, my sweet. I’ve got something else for you now, so that you’ll know that you are mine completely.”

His breath came in ragged shudders as she worked her fingers in and out of him, and he whined as he felt them withdraw. In the next moment, however, his whining became moans of ecstasy as she pressed her strap-on deep inside him.

“Now, my own, I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” she purred, pushing with her hips.

“Mistress…please…”

“Please what, my sweet?”

“Oh, god…fuck me like your slut,” he cried out.

“Mmm, yes, that’s exactly what I have planned. I want you to do as I tell you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he moaned, writhing in front of her.

She smiled, feeling a deep sense of well-being and control that touched her core.

“I want you to carefully roll onto your back now.”

He whimpered a bit, but began to maneuver himself into the requested position, keeping the dildo inside of him with her assistance. They moved like it was a familiar dance.

“Good boy. Relax now for a moment.”

She took hold of his hips and dragged him toward the bottom of the bed then lifted his legs, resting them on her broad shoulders. Satisfied, she reached up and removed his blindfold.

“Eyes on me, boy.”

He opened his eyes and locked them on hers.

Gazing down upon him, she began to work the dildo in and out of him. His body was quivering, and she turned her face to the right to plant kisses along the inside of his calf.

“Such a good boy for me,” she murmured. “And such a needy slut.”

His back arched at her words and she could feel him moving back against her harness.

“Yes, Mistress…so needy.”

She picked up the pace a bit, pressing deeper, letting him feel her control as well as her urgency. Moving her hand between his legs, she squeezed his balls and ran her nails over the skin. He stiffened and growled, and that drove her wild.

Building to a feverish pace, she reached out and wrapped a hand around his cock, now stroking and pounding him at the same time. She could feel his legs shaking against her and her heart was pounding in her chest. They were teetering on the brink together.

“I think perhaps I’ll slow down for a bit,” she informed him.

“No! Mistress, please, I can’t…I beg you, fuck me as hard as you wish, but don’t stop!”

That tripped the final breaker in her head, and she grabbed his legs and fucked him with total abandon, her whole body engaged. Her hand flew up and down his throbbing shaft and the movement of her hips was like a raging tide. He screamed and moaned and submitted to her every whim while she roared and conquered him.

“Mistress! I…”

“Give it to me, boy…I want all of you,” she demanded.

With that, every wall fell and the waves rushed in, rolling over both of them. His pleasure exploded, covering her hand like a fountain. His cries echoed off the walls and lingered in her ears, even as she slowed her motions. The sound and sight of him sent a bolt to her brain, and the aftershocks rippled through her body and took away her ability to think.

When her eyes cleared, they were both still and silent. She stirred herself, whispering reassurances and endearments to him as she slowly withdrew her toy. He moaned, and she quickly moved to free him from the restraints that held him, rubbing his hands and lowering his arms to his sides. Grabbing a blanket from the chair, she covered him and slid onto the bed next to him, encircling him with her arm.
“So good, my neshama. So pleasing. Breathe. I am with you.”

He moved his head to rest on her breast, his breathing becoming more regular and quiet. His eyes were closed, and she stroked his cheeks and forehead with one finger, soothing him. The minutes passed, but they were not counting.

SKYE LEROUX

Writer of erotica, educator, facilitator, active switch and polyamorist, Skye’s introduction to the scene was late but incredibly satisfying–sort of like pizza delivery! When she’s not crafting her newest sensual story, she can be found at live events on the east coast, flying around the virtual world facilitating discussions about online and real time BDSM, and reading the latest research on kink. You can find more of her writing at her site, The Moonlit Pillow.

Episode One

“Finish your champagne,” he said, motioning at her glass with his hand.

She laughed and dutifully downed the last inch of the bubbly golden nectar.

“Your wish is my command,” she chuckled, holding up the empty flute. “Now what?”

He leaned toward her, taking the glass with one hand and extending the other to help her rise from the couch. When she was standing, he slipped his arm around her waist and drew her close.

“Now what? How about this?” He pulled her to him forcefully and kissed her mouth as if he meant to own it.

In response, her tongue eagerly met his, teasing and urging him on. He caught her lower lip in his teeth for a brief moment before letting her go.

“Stay right there where I can see you.”

Obediently, she stood and watched him move into the kitchen where he rinsed both glasses and set them on a towel to dry. He walked back into the living room, approaching her slowly, desire softening his expression. Reaching her, he took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom.

They stood at the foot of his big bed, the site of so many hours of shared pleasure. He swayed gently against her body, running his hand up her back, caressing her neck, before letting his fingers catch in her fiery red hair. Pulling her head back, he grazed the center of her neck with his lips.

She quivered and moaned, gasping as a shot of arousal ran straight down her body. Her nipples hardened and she knew she was already wet—all from this slight touch.

He pulled back, smiling broadly. “You really like that, don’t you?”

“You know I do, you beast,” she said, grinning at him. She could not help but note the presence of a telltale bulge in his shorts that gave away his own level of excitement.

“Beast, is it? Let’s see exactly how beastly I can be then,” he growled, gathering her close again.

She placed her hand on his chest, stilling him.

“I thought that perhaps I might take the lead first tonight,” she murmured. Running a finger down the center of his body, she played along the waistband of his shorts. She heard his breath catch in his throat at her words and touch.

“Oh?” he asked, trying to maintain a bit of nonchalance.

“Yes. You wouldn’t mind that, would you…sweet boy?” she whispered into his ear. She let him think it over, her tongue flicking along his lobe.

He shuddered. She smiled, knowing she had him where she wanted him.

“No,” he answered quietly. “That would be fine….”

“That would be fine, Mistress,” she instructed.

A small moan escaped his lips, and he repeated her words exactly.

“That’s my good boy,” she cooed. “I’m going to make you feel so good tonight.”
His cheeks flushed and his eyes lowered as she spoke, and this told her he was ready to relinquish his control.

She took his hand and sat on the end of the bed, bringing him to a position right in front of her.

“The first thing I’d like is to see you out of your clothing, so go ahead and undress for me.”

Episode 2

He looked at her as she sat there, and slowly raised the hem of his shirt to give her the show she desired. He lifted it over his head and let it drop to the floor.

She smiled, resisting the urge to get up and touch him; that would come soon enough. As she watched him undo his belt, unbutton the waistband of his shorts, and lower the zipper she admired his body. Fit without being overtly muscular, she loved the contrast between his supple skin and his strength—and it drove her crazy when he demonstrated his ability to physically control her.

He looked at her once his fly lay open and her brief nod gave him permission to continue. He slid the shorts down his legs and stepped out carefully, kicking them to the side. He stood in just his boxer briefs now, waiting.

“No need to go any further for the moment,” she told him, standing and moving closer. “Why don’t you climb up onto the bed and wait for me?”

He leaned in to make contact with her body and she stepped back, knowing how he craved touch.

“Onto the bed…don’t dawdle.”

He obeyed, settling himself in the middle of the comforter, his eyes never leaving her. As he watched, she unbuttoned her red silk blouse and let it fall from her shoulders like water. She peeled the tight black jeans from her ample frame, clad now in a black polka-dotted bra and panty set. He purred his approval.

Climbing onto the bed next to him, she touched his face, his hair, his chest—little caresses mingled with light scratches from her nails and long, luxurious strokes of her hand. She heard his breath quicken and moved in to tease his lips, backing off as he tried to engage her more deeply. In her own time, she took his mouth with her own, letting him know that she was in control of his body and soul. His response was one of hunger and longing and passion—and it fanned the flames of her Dominance over him.

She pushed him down onto the bed, wrapping herself around him. Her hands slid and squeezed and stroked and grabbed him, and her seemingly random touches kept him guessing about what was coming next. When she finally slid her hand over the front of his briefs, he gasped loudly and shivered. Her hand held him until he quieted.

“You like that, don’t you? In fact, you need it—you need to feel my power over you. You need to let it all go, to have it all taken from you. That’s what I’m going to do to you tonight.”

“Oh god, yes…anything you want, Mistress,” he whispered.

Smiling, she casually moved her hand up to the waistband of his briefs before plunging it in and down to take hold of his hard cock.

“So hard for me already,” she commented. “That’s good…and bad. I want you hard as long as possible, so it’s going to be a long time before I let you come.”

He whimpered, but kept his response simple.

“I’m ready, Mistress.”

Episode Three

“Take off those briefs and go sit at the bottom of the bed for me,” she told him.
He moved quickly down the mattress, not daring to look back once he got to the edge. His ears were trained on any sound behind him, so he heard her slip off the side of the bed and pad softly to where he waited.

“Get the collar from my bag.”

He walked to her large duffel bag, found the leather and metal collar, and brought it back to her. She fastened it around his neck, tugged the ring to bring him close, and kissed him deeply.

“Now it’s time for you to be over my knee,” she said.

“Are you going to punish me, Mistress?”

“You haven’t done anything to warrant punishment, my boy, but I do want to be sure that you know who is in charge. Let’s consider it a reminder.”

He nodded and waited for her to sit and make herself comfortable before placing himself across her lap. He felt her reach across his back and hold him securely in place with one hand, while the other rubbed his naked ass. His body relaxed and reveled in her touch.

In the next moment, her hand left his skin then returned with a series of short slaps. His head came up, more from surprise than anything else, and he moaned quietly. She distributed her smacking evenly over the surface of his fleshy cheeks until he felt the warmth grow.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Oh, I’m not done yet, my love.”

She caressed him for a few moments before raising her hand and bringing it down again, this time in a shower of sharp, hard strikes. His eyes began to water a bit and the warmth of his skin became more of a burn.

“Ohhhh,” he exhaled.

“Yes, that’s what I like to hear. It tells me I’m making an impression on you.”

She rubbed again, soothing the burning she had created.

“You’re going to do what I tell you, aren’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” She brought her hand down, smacking him hard enough to make the tears flow.

“You’ll be my good, obedient boy?”

“Yes…yes, Mistress.” Another stinging blow.

“And I will be pleased with your service?”

He nodded his head vigorously as he found his words.

“I won’t rest until you are, Mistress.” He braced himself as her hand landed and set him on fire.

“Very good answer, my boy. You may sit on the floor at my feet and massage them.”

He slipped from her lap and lowered himself onto the carpet, knowing it would hurt. He pressed his lips together hard and took her right foot into his hands, focusing his attention on pleasing her in every way.

She looked down upon him as he began to use his thumbs and fingers to knead the sole of her foot. He was silent and attentive—and that was exactly what she wanted. She would take him much deeper before they were done.

SKYE LEROUX

Writer of erotica, educator, facilitator, active switch and polyamorist, Skye’s introduction to the scene was late but incredibly satisfying–sort of like pizza delivery! When she’s not crafting her newest sensual story, she can be found at live events on the east coast, flying around the virtual world facilitating discussions about online and real time BDSM, and reading the latest research on kink. You can find more of her writing at her site, The Moonlit Pillow. )

She cast a final glance at the full-length mirror.

The black leather skirt hugged all the right places; the sheer black top with the lace bra peeking through added a bit of enticement. Her stylish heels showed off her legs to their best advantage, and her hair and makeup were perfect.

Thirty minutes later, she was handing her keys to the valet with a smile and following the walkway to the front door of the stately home. She knocked on it and handed her membership card to the young man who opened it.

“Have a great evening,” he said with a wink.

“Thanks. I’ll do my best.”

She walked into the great room and glanced around, catching the eyes of several people she knew. She nodded and smiled, giving a wave here and a wink there, then moved toward the bar. Grabbing a club soda, she continued along the edges of the crowd and stopped to speak to a few friends along the way.
Eventually, she found herself at the doors leading to the side terrace. As she stood enjoying the warm evening breeze, her eyes came to rest on him.

He was tall, with a substantial body, and his dark hair was neatly cut. He was casually dressed in designer jeans and a crisp white shirt, but had finished his look with a black tailored jacket. She liked the image he presented and let her eyes linger on him.

As she enjoyed the view, he turned and looked right at her. She smiled and he continued to look until someone tapped his arm and his focus shifted. That just gave her more of a chance to watch him.
After a few moments, her attention was drawn away by an old acquaintance that materialized from the crowd. She greeted him and engaged in a bit of polite conversation and catching up. The whole while, though, she could only think of extricating herself from the chatter so she could return to watching the tall stranger.

At last, her friend kissed her hand and disappeared back into the crowd. She turned back toward the terrace doors, hoping the stranger was still there—and he was standing right beside her. She was taken aback for a moment.

“I was admiring your outfit when I got interrupted,” he said, warmly.

“Thank you. I’m surprised you were able to see it with the crowd here tonight.”

“Yes, it’s quite busy and it’s still early,” he replied. “Would you care to dance?”

“That’d be lovely.” She found herself smiling up at him.

“Inside or out?”

“Your choice—I’m good either way.”

He offered his hand and escorted her out to the terrace.

“Probably a better atmosphere for dancing out here, even if the people-watching is not as good.” He grinned and took her in his arms.

She wasn’t often at a loss for words, but the touch of his hands seemed to take away her ability to speak. Luckily, he led the conversation, giving her a moment to settle herself.

“This place is sort of special to me; it’s where I attended my very first play party,” he told her.

“Yes, it’s been around for quite a long time,” she replied, her brain finally functioning again. “I don’t get out as much as I used to, but I always enjoy coming here. You’re an excellent dancer, by the way.”

“It feels good to twirl you around,” he said with a chuckle. “Besides, I always find dancing to be an excellent ice breaker. I’m Daniel, by the way.”

“Daniel,” she repeated. “I’m Emalee.”

“Emalee, it’s a pleasure.” He smiled down at her again and she had to remind herself to breathe.

“What kind of work do you do?” she inquired.

“I work in the tech industry, managerial stuff. And you?”
“I’m a writer.”

“Ooh, really? What inspires you as a writer?”

“People. Always. Their thoughts and desires,” she explained.

“And do you write about thoughts and desires?” His eyes twinkled.

“I write erotica almost exclusively, so I guess the answer to that is yes.”
They both laughed, and he moved her effortlessly around the dance area, holding her close.

“May I confess something, Emalee?”

“If you wish.”

“When I was looking at you earlier, I noticed that you’re dressed in a way that’s sexy but understated—and that makes it even sexier to me. It makes me think that you don’t need to put it all out there because you’d rather be discovered and appreciated by someone willing to take the time.”

She looked up at him. “I have to say, Daniel, I’m impressed. That’s a pretty damn good description of me.”

He smiled broadly and smoothed a piece of her hair that had been stirred by the breeze.
“I also have to confess that you have shoulders I would love to brush my lips against while dancing slowly.”

“I’d move on that desire if I were you,” she answered with soft smile and a raised eyebrow.
He turned her in his arms so that her back was against his chest and swayed with her. She felt his soft lips and a little scratch of stubble against her skin, right where her shoulder met her neck.

“Hmm, there’s an ear here too…”

“Yes?”

“Mmhmm…to whisper into, to ask you about the inspiration for your stories,” he whispered.

“There are lots of sources of inspiration, Daniel—some sheer fantasy, some drawn from real life,” she said quietly. “I’ve had a man on his knees at my feet, obeying my slightest command. I’ve knelt obediently and been smacked with a belt for the pleasure of an owner. I’ve tied a lover to a bedpost and had my way…”

“I hope you took your time,” he interrupted.

“I always take my time.”

“So you like to explore.” His lips wandered slowly over her skin.

“I’ve done a thing or three,” she murmured.

“I enjoy details.” He growled into her ear.

“That’s where the devil is, they say.”

“So true,” he sighed, placing kiss after kiss along her neck.

“I like the way your hands are holding me around the ribs so gently,” she offered. She could feel him looking at her breasts from over her shoulder.

“What else would you like them to be doing?” He moved his hands up so they rested just under her breasts. “What is your desire, Emalee?”

“Hold them gently, as if they were treasure.”

He supported them gently and brushed a thumb across each nipple. She leaned back against him, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“There’s another place I’d like to touch,” he whispered into her ear.
She barely managed to exhale and ask, “Where?”

“Your belly…so soft, my hand running over it. A finger circling your navel, feeling your smooth skin.”
He turned her body to his, kissing her slowly and passionately. Her soft tongue slipped past his lips to tease him while his hands caressed her back.
He pulled back from her mouth then and brought her close to him, her face against his chest. She planted a kiss on the triangle of skin that showed through his open shirt and nuzzled him, breathing in his scent.
“Your cheek feels hot, Emalee; are you alright?”
“I think you’ve raised my temperature, Daniel,” she said, softly.
“Is that a bad thing? Is there anything I can do to help you?” he asked innocently.
“Oh, no, not bad…although if it should continue to rise, I might need some special attention.” She rested her hand on his chest as she gave him a smoldering look.
“Does that help?

“It actually makes me feel even warmer.”
He took her hand and guided it over the muscles of his abdomen.

“How about this?”

“Definitely warmer,” she said with a nod.
He lifted her face and kissed her sweetly.

“If you could kiss a spot on my body right now, where would you choose?”

After a moment of thought, she reached up to touch him and said, “Right here, at the base of your neck where this little hollow is. I’d kiss it softly, then lick it with my tongue.”
He growled again.

“May I choose a spot on you?”

“Oh, please do, Daniel,” she purred.

“I’d peel back the fabric from your sweet belly, kneel down and kiss all around your navel, then dip my tongue.”

She could imagine him doing it as he spoke the words.

“Now a selfish version of the question. Where would you pick for me to kiss?”

“Here,” she said without hesitation, running a finger around her nipple, “lightly between your lips. And you?”

He took her hand and slid it under his shirt, stopping right above his waistline. She felt his muscles ripple at her touch and she began to move her hand around, reaching upward toward his pecs. She ran a thumb over one of his nipples and felt it tighten.

He leaned down and kissed her deeply as she enjoyed her exploration, and she could feel the heat pouring off both of them.

“You’ve set me on fire, Daniel, and I think you might have to provide that special attention I mentioned earlier.”

He raised one eyebrow in response.

“Well, let’s find somewhere more private and take care of that.”

They went back into the house and found a cool, quiet room on the third floor that was unoccupied. He locked the door then took her in his arms, feeling her body pressing against him, the heat of her on his skin.

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” he said, finding the zipper on her sheer blouse and lowering it slowly. He peeled the layer of fabric from her body and placed it to the side, then unhooked her lace bra and slid it down her arms. He stepped back to take her in with his eyes. She could feel her nipples hardening as the cool air whispered over her flushed skin.

“Do you enjoy being watched by a man, Emalee?”

She nodded, and he took a moment to remove his shoes and shirt before climbing onto the large four-poster bed.

“Join me, Emalee; kneel here,” he said, indicating a spot on the corner of the mattress. “But remove the rest of your clothing first.”

She unzipped her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down her legs before stepping out of them. She thought she heard a low moan come from him.

Once on the bed, she knelt with her legs parted.

He looked at her for a long time, his eyes lingering over every part of her body. He drew nearer.
“So beautiful, I want to see each and every part of you up close,” he murmured.

He extended his hand and helped her to stretch out on the bed beside him. Leaning over her, his mouth closed around her nipple. He kissed it, then drew it between his lips and sucked at it. She closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure, and he leaned across and took the other nipple into his mouth. Rising to his knees, he towered above her, a hand drifting down to her belly.

“I haven’t forgotten what I said earlier, Emalee.”

He placed his lips at the bottom of her breastbone and kissed and licked downward until he reached her navel. He swirled his tongue around and then dipped it in, and she felt her insides clench tightly. He continued his downward exploration and she began moving beneath him, almost imperceptibly.

He was between her knees now, and his hands parted her thighs. He could smell her sweet perfume and her arousal, and the combination was intoxicating.

“Oh yes,” he said, “We should definitely have a look here…”
He moved his face closer and used his thumbs to spread her folds, taking in the sweet pinkness of the inner flesh. She quivered and looked down the length of her body at him. A wicked smile lit his face.

“I think I’ve found the source of the heat,” he said.

Spreading her a bit more, he brought his mouth down on her exposed clitoris, gliding his tongue over it with slow appreciation. She quivered and whimpered as he drew it between his lips, sucking hard. As she moaned, he licked up each side of her lips again and again, watching her undulate and squirm. She took one of her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard and his cock came to immediate attention, straining against his jeans.

“I’d love to explore more deeply, Emalee,” he said in smoky tones.

“I like the sound of that, Daniel.”

He set her legs down and climbed off the bed, pulling her gently to the edge. He unzipped his jeans and tossed them and his briefs aside. As she watched, he slid his cock between her lips and up onto her belly. She almost came right then.

“Will this do?” he asked, rubbing his balls against her wetness and reaching up to tease a nipple.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, raising her hips towards him.

He pulled back, rolled on a condom, and slid himself inside her, thrusting slowly in and out. His fingers teased and tortured her nipples, and she moaned and whimpered beneath him.

“I need to be deeper, Emalee,” he said, and gently rolled her over and set her on her knees. Climbing onto the bed behind her, he pushed down softly on her back as his pulsing cock found her waiting pussy and slipped inside again. He began to thrust deeply, and she was grinding against him in response.

“I want your beautiful breasts to be rocking, my hot girl,” he said, raising her up again. He fucked her hard, established a quick tempo. She felt her breasts smacking against her body and she groaned loudly.

“That’s right,” he murmured, reaching out a hand to take her hair and hold it. “We’re on fire, Emalee.”
His hands, his cock, his body rolling against hers…she didn’t know how much more she could take, but she didn’t want it to end.

“I think we need to release that heat, don’t you?”

“Oh, god, yes…please…Daniel.” She was moaning and pleading and lost in a sea of sensations.
He moved her slightly and she felt his cock angle against the front of her pussy. A half dozen thrusts and she was shaking and whimpering, the pleasure building, almost too much to bear, threatening to push her right over the edge…

He grabbed her hips then and rammed into her with the full length of his cock, punishing her, filling her, sending her soaring out into space—flying.

Her body burst into a thousand pieces, convulsing as the orgasm took her. She could hear herself crying, screaming his name.

“Ohhh, god, Daniel!”

He fucked her relentlessly until the juices poured forth from her, soaking him, anointing him. Her pussy grabbed at his cock again and again, wild and feral, and she came over and over, with him whispering sweet and dirty encouragements in her ear.

Only when he sensed she was nearly spent, did he push her down against the mattress and take his own pleasure.

“I’m going to fill you with my fire now, Emalee. I can’t wait another second.”

He rode her deep and fast, listening to her words and cries of passion, and roared as he came inside her. He had to throw his arms out to catch himself as his cock throbbed and spurted hard. His heart and head were pounding, and the muscles of his legs were quivering when he was done.

Pulling back, he took a moment to steady himself then rolled Emalee into his arms, cradling her.
“Feeling cooler?”

“For the moment,” she laughed, sliding her arm across his body. They lay silently for several minutes, just breathing and relaxing.

“I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am that I took the chance and walked up to you tonight, Emalee,” he said sincerely.

“So am I, Daniel. I know it probably sounds crazy, but when my eyes found you, I felt my intuition kick in.”

“It doesn’t sound crazy to me. I have a strong sense of intuition too, and it’s usually pretty accurate.”

He held her close, kissing her hair.

“So, I’m curious, Daniel. What’s your intuition telling you now?” she asked.

He lifted her face so that he was looking directly into her eyes.

“It’s telling me I shouldn’t let you walk away, that I should take the time to discover more about you, to appreciate all of your many facets. How do you feel about that?”

“I’d say we’re intuitively in agreement,” she said, leaning in and kissing him deeply.

ABOUT SKYE LEROUX

Writer of erotica, educator, facilitator, active switch and polyamorist, Skye’s introduction to the scene was late but incredibly satisfying – sort of like pizza delivery! When she’s not crafting her newest sensual story, she can be found at live events on the east coast, flying around the virtual world facilitating discussions about online and real time BDSM, and reading the latest research on kink. You can find more of her writing at her site, The Moonlit Pillow.

A sharp knock at the door interrupted Shannon’s preparations for the evening. Leaving the bedroom and hurrying to the entryway, she opened the door to find the building’s doorman waiting.

“Joseph, hello,” she said, smiling.

“Good evening, Ma’am. This package just arrived for you, so I thought I’d bring it right up.” He chuckled. “Maybe it’s a gift from an admirer.”

Shannon smiled again.

“Maybe so! Thank you, Joseph.”

“Any time, Ma’am. You have a good evening now.”

She closed the door and took the package into the bedroom. Pulling off the white bow and unsealing the tape at one end, she freed the box from its wrappings. Shannon lifted the cover of the box and found a delicately filigreed silver heart suspended from a length of fine black velvet rope. She lifted it from the box and fastened it around her neck then moved to the mirror. It was perfect…and so was its sender.

She picked up her makeup brush and added a little highlighting to her face then finished by adding some deep red lipstick. A quick puff of perfume and she was ready. As she set the bottle down, there was another knock at her door.

Checking the mirror one last time, she said, “Okay, Cupid, just one well-placed arrow….”
**********
Shannon had met Julian a few months back at a meeting on mentorship in the BDSM community. They’d been introduced by her friend, Max, and had really hit it off right away. Julian had all the qualities she appreciated in a man: he was smart, funny, passionate about his interests, and expressive. That he was also submissive was icing on the cake.

She’d run into him again at Max’s monthly pleasure salon and they had found themselves in a secluded corner talking, teasing and laughing. He could hold up his end of a conversation, toss out lines that allowed her to tease him readily, and never step over the boundaries set by his role. He was very attractive, indeed.

The two had exchanged phone numbers and emails, and the flirting and teasing had continued mercilessly. Soon, the exchanges became playfully kinky and erotic, and it didn’t take long for Shannon to know that she wanted more.

The opportunity presented itself a few weeks later at a charity event. A well-equipped dungeon festooned with snowflakes and icicles announced the wintry theme and the attendees had eschewed the usual black clothing in favor of white and silver and crystal blue. Shannon was clad in a sparkling silver skirt and a white latex corset, and the outfit made her blue eyes twinkle. As she crossed the large expanse, she spotted Julian with a group gathered under a banner that read, “Charity Spankables.” She grinned and moved toward it.

“Julian, how nice to see you,” she said, coming up behind him.

He turned quickly and she could see the pink glow rise in his cheeks as his eyes met hers.

“Miss Shannon! What a pleasure to see you here, Ma’am,” he murmured.

“Tell me about what you’re doing for the charity event this evening,” she said, smiling warmly.

His cheeks became bright red as he explained that he had volunteered to be available for spanking based on the amount of the donation given.

“That’s incredibly philanthropic of you, Julian,” Shannon said with a grin. “In fact, it’s motivated me to be charitable!”
His eyes grew wide as he caught her meaning, but no words came to his lips.

“I’ll make my contribution and see you a little later,” she said, leaving him standing there to contemplate his fate.
The party geared up and it wasn’t long before it was in full swing. Shannon greeted and mingled and danced and was really enjoying the evening. After a trip to the bar for a glass of wine, she decided it was time to get down to business. True to her word, she dropped a check for a substantial amount at the donation table and confirmed her desire to spank Julian as her thank you gift. She was given a small voucher and told it could be used at her leisure.

Making her way slowly toward the spanking area, Shannon spied Julian talking to a few of the other volunteers. He was dressed in a silver tank top and black dress pants, and he was laughing and grinning at whatever was being said. Just seeing him like this made her smile. She kept her eyes on him and as she got closer, he turned and looked her way. She saw his expression change subtly before he found his public smile. In that one moment, he had looked a bit afraid.

“Miss Shannon, a pleasure to see you again,” he said, smiling. “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“Oh, heavens, yes,” she replied. “In fact, I’m about to enjoy them even more.”

“Oh? You have something special planned?” he asked, trying not to let his voice betray his nerves.

She slowly held up the voucher and she could hear him draw in his breath quickly.

“This way, Miss,” he said, recovering his composure.

He led her into an area surrounded by translucent curtains and appointed with settees and small tables and spanking equipment of various kinds. He looked at her and then cast his eyes downward as she took in the view. She brought her gaze full circle and let her eyes fall upon him.

“Why don’t we sit for a moment?” she said, moving toward a pair of nearby chairs.

He followed a step behind and remained standing while she took a seat.

“Please,” she said, indicating the other chair. He sat and kept his eyes down.

“Although I made the donation and asked to spank you specifically, I certainly don’t want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable or interfere with us being friends. Would you prefer if I did not spank you in exchange for my donation?”

“Oh no, Miss,” Julian said quickly. “I volunteered to be spanked, so you are entirely within your rights to request me.” He paused for a moment then added, “Aside from that, I…like the idea quite a lot.”

Shannon smiled and rose from her chair and extended her hand to him. He took it and rose, and she led him to a spanking bench in the far corner. He stood next to it, waiting for her direction.

She moved close to him and reached out to stroke his face with one finger, and she felt him shiver. Letting her hand drift down the front of his tank top, she reached his belt and undid it smoothly. Soon, it hung loose at his waist and she was undoing the buttons on his trousers.

Julian stepped out of his pants, leaving him in only a pair of black designer briefs. He moved as directed when Shannon turned him towards the bench and climbed onto it so that his body was supported on the upper level and his thighs were perpendicular to it. He felt her hand stroke his back and move down onto his buttocks, making small circular motions.

“Ready?” she asked, leaning close to his ear.

“Yes, Miss.” He quivered with anticipation.

Shannon stood behind him and eased down his briefs, letting the tension of the moment build. She caressed him, moving her hand across each side of his ass. Then she raised her hand and began to bring her palm down in a series of quick patting motions, covering the entire area. She heard him gasp and knew it was a sound motivated by surprise rather than pain.
She continued to strike him gently, warming him up for more vigorous strokes. In between sets of slaps, Shannon rubbed his ass, changing the sensation. She could feel him relaxing under her touch and she could feel her own pleasure at controlling him begin to build. After switching to some strokes with her fingers to create more sting she checked in with him.

“How are you doing, Julian?”

“Just fine, Miss, thank you,” he replied quietly.

She walked around to the front of the spanking bench and lifted his chin a bit so she could look into his eyes. He looked relaxed and alert.

“Ready for some more?” she asked in a whisper.

“Um…yes…yes, I am, Miss.”

She smiled and walked back around to the other end of the bench, caressed him softly, and then began to lay some harder strokes upon him. As she watched, she could see his skin turning pink as she slapped his ass repeatedly. This time, she waited longer before giving him respite in the form of soft touches, and when she did touch him, she heard him moaning softly.

“Still okay, Julian?” she asked.

“Mmhmm, Miss,” he replied, his voice sounding just a little distant.

“Good boy,” she said, resuming the spanking and adding in a few very strong strokes at the end of each set of blows. His skin was a very deep rosy color now, and she was just beginning to see the outline of her hand in a few places. She noted that her hand was stinging quite a bit and stopped to look around for other implements to use.

Walking to the front of the bench, she leaned down and petted his hair and talked softly into his ear, telling him how much she was enjoying him and how obedient he was. He moved his head to look up at her and nodded his head to indicate that he had heard her words. She let him know that she was stepping over to the nearby table and that she would return quickly. He nodded again.

After surveying the possibilities, Shannon selected a wooden ruler, a small paddle, and a leather belt from the table and returned to Julian. Without a word, she took the ruler in her hand and began covering his ass with steady raps from it. She could hear him moaning again.

“You’ve been naughty, haven’t you, Julian? Now I have to discipline you so that you’ll be a better boy next time.”
As she delivered a few more strikes with the ruler, he called out in a half-whisper, “Yes, Miss…I promise to be better next time.”

“Aye,” she said. “We’ll ensure that that will be the case.”

She picked up the two-sided paddle and whacked him hard with it. He groaned and she hit him several more times, alternating between the leather and wood sides. His ass was bright red and he was squirming a bit.

“Is there a problem, Julian?” she asked, using a tone that she knew would move his mind deeper into his submissive state.
He hesitated before answering, “N-no, Miss….”

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth, Julian,” she said, letting a little impatience color her tone.

He spoke immediately, although his voice seemed to come from far away. “I’m so excited, Miss, by what you’ve done to me…I don’t want you to stop.”

“Yes, I know you don’t,” she said, smiling to herself, “and I’m not going to stop, Julian, so no need to worry.”

She picked up the leather belt and wrapped one end around her hand, leaving enough length to provide good hard strokes. She rubbed Julian’s bottom and bent to place a kiss on one cheek. She felt him trembling with anticipation. She stepped back and waited, letting ten seconds go by.

“You are to count off the strokes now, Julian,” she said sternly.

“Yes, Miss,” he whispered.

She pulled her arm back and let fly with the leather strap, striking him across both cheeks.

Moaning, Julian croaked out, “One.”

“Very good,” she murmured.

He continued to count as she administered lash after lash, until they had reached eight.

“Two more, Julian. Can you take it for me?”

She watched his head nod up and down vigorously.

“They will be hard strokes, you know,” she commented. He nodded again.

She cracked the strap against his ass and he cried out. She was wrapped in the deliciousness of his submission to her, and she could sense that he was teetering at the very edge.

“You didn’t count, Julian. Will I need to start over?”

“N-n-nine….nine.” He barely got the word out.

Giving no quarter, she let him have the last stroke of the belt and listened to the cry that reflected the fine line between pain and pleasure. Dropping the belt, she moved quickly to the front end of the bench.

She leaned over, kissing his forehead, murmuring in his ear. Her words let him know how well he had pleased her, that she was there with him, that all was well. She rubbed his back and maintained contact with him until he indicated that he was ready to get up. She stilled him for a moment while she carefully drew his briefs up and over his ass, and then helped him to stand. Seeing that he was steady on his feet, she walked over and grabbed a bottle of water from a nearby table and brought it back to him. He smiled softly and drank.

“Thank you so much for the pleasure of your service, Julian,” Shannon said, smiling. “It was worth every penny.”

“No, thank you, Miss. It’s been quite a while since I’ve had such a beautiful Lady control me.” He paused, reflecting. “I have to admit—I’ve missed it quite a lot.”

Shannon nodded, understanding his sentiment.

“I’m not an idle flatterer, so when I say I completely enjoyed our scene, I mean it sincerely. I’d like very much to have a chance to play with you again. How would you feel about that?”

“I would love that, Miss,” he said, without hesitation.

She found herself thinking about him often after the charity event and, yes, she fantasized about having him in her service again. From his texts and emails, she knew he was sharing those fantasies. She let her thoughts and ideas about him roll around in her mind and was rewarded with a strong vision of what their next scene could be. Now it was just a matter of being in the same place at the same time.

The winter holidays came and went, and January brought snow and ice that kept everyone hunkered down at home. Shannon kept in touch with Julian and their interactions fanned the flames all through the month. The first week in February provided a much-needed respite from the weather, and Shannon was nearly giddy as she walked into a private play event hosted by one of the members of her local group. Scanning the crowd, she found Julian almost immediately. He was standing with a rope enthusiast who seemed to be demonstrating a particular kind of knot, so he had not yet seen her. She wandered off to take a look at the equipment that had been set up in the play areas and was pleased to find an area that would be perfect for what she had planned.

Making her way back into the main room, she slowly navigated through the throng of socializing guests. She emerged from the crowd right in front of Julian, and he looked up and met her gaze immediately. She stepped forward, kissed his cheek, took him by the hand, and said, “Come.”

She led him into the maze of people and then off into the quieter room that led to the play areas.

“Are you ready to play tonight, Julian?” she asked him.

“I am,” he replied, looking directly into her eyes, “and I can’t think of anything I’d like more, Miss Shannon. In fact…well, honestly, it’s been hard to think of anything else.”

“I’m so pleased to hear that; and thank you for the confession–I hope it was good for your soul,” she said, chuckling.
“I’m not sure about my soul, Miss, but it was good for other parts,” he replied, blushing.

Shannon took his hand and led him through a few rooms, finally arriving in the one she wanted to use. It contained an upholstered backless chair, some floor pillows, a cabinet, and an X-shaped restraint cross. Once they were inside, she closed the door, which would indicate to other attendees that their scene was private.

She crossed to the chair and sat down. Julian stood near the door, a look that reflected both nervousness and excitement on his face. Shannon adjusted the panels of the skirt she was wearing until she was satisfied and then turned to him.
“Bring a pillow and come kneel for me, Julian,” she directed.

A moment or two later, he was on his knees about three feet in front of her.

“I think you should come closer by at least half.”

He rose, picked up the pillow and closed the distance between them.

“Much better. Thank you.”

“Of course, Miss.”

Although they had talked in general about likes and preferences when they first met, Shannon wanted to be sure that he would be okay with the things she had planned—not just that night, but also going forward—because she did have it in mind to go forward with Julian. She asked him some questions, listened carefully to what he said and didn’t say, and asked for clarification when needed. She found him to be open and honest and to have well-defined boundaries. She was more than pleased that they seemed to be on the same page.

The important bit of business concluded, Shannon smiled down at Julian.

“I’d like very much to see you naked now.”

“Yes, Miss,” he responded. “May I stand to remove my clothes?”

“Of course, you may.”

He stood then, slowly undoing the buttons of his white shirt as she watched. He focused on his task, keeping his eyes on his shirtfront or cuffs.

“Would it be possible for you to do that while looking at me?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss, if you wish.”

“I do wish,” she replied.

He lifted his eyes to gaze at her, blushing. He finished undoing the last few buttons and pulled the bottom of the shirt loose from his trousers. Letting it slip from his shoulders, he removed it, folded it, and placed it on a pillow to the side of where he was standing. Next, he reached for the bottom of the tank t-shirt he was wearing and pulled it slowly over his head. His hand reached for his belt as he continued to look at Shannon.

“Stop for a moment,” she commanded.

He dropped his hands to his side. Shannon rose, walked to him, and ran her hand over his chest. She murmured approvingly and proceeded to unbuckle his belt, pulling back the pin from its hole. When the belt was hanging open, she returned to her chair.

“Continue,” she said, quietly.

Keeping his eyes on her, Julian unbuttoned the five buttons on the fly of his dark jeans. He slipped off the black loafers he was wearing and carefully removed his socks before letting the jeans drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, he folded and added them to the pile. He paused for a moment, wearing only a dark gray thong.

As he slid his thumbs into the sides of the waistband, she stopped him.

“Bring the pillow right here,” she said, pointing at a spot directly at her feet, “and kneel.”

He did as he was told and looked up at her beautiful face. She used the tip of her shoe to move one leg, and then the other, farther apart. As she caressed his face and stroked his hair, she could hear his breathing quicken. She leaned forward and kissed him, nibbling his lips and probing his mouth with her tongue. He returned her kiss with great eagerness.

She pulled back from him and slowly moved the panels of her skirt to the side. He watched as she did this, his eyes filled with anticipation. She saw that look change to desire when it became clear she was not wearing anything under the skirt.

She looked into his eyes and he understood what he saw there; he nodded in ascent.

She placed a hand on either side of his face, drawing him closer and closer into the area between her thighs. She could feel the energy quivering through him and it lit her up inside. Moving one hand to the back of his head, she guided him until his face was all but touching the warm center of her desire.

The hand at the back of his head stroked his hair so gently and pressed him forward ever so slightly, like an act of permission. He inhaled the combined scent of her cologne and her own delicious perfume, and laid kisses upon her silky skin. He smiled to himself with pride when he felt her move her legs apart a bit more, and he began to run his tongue along the soft part of her lips. As he did so, he was granted further access, and slid his tongue deeper, tasting her and feeling the throbbing of her pulse. She continued to caress his head and murmured little words of encouragement and pleasure.

Letting his tongue travel upward, he explored her silken folds until he found the object of his desire. He made soft slow circles around the small area, feeling it grow and swell under his attentions. Breaking her silence, Shannon gasped and exhaled a shivering breath.

“Julian…your mouth….” she whispered.

He pressed his tongue harder against her, swirling and licking, trying to maintain his own control. His entire focus now was on pleasing her in every possible way. He was rewarded when she began to gently move her hips and moan softly. Julian felt everything else in the world slip away, until he was aware of only two things—the movements of his tongue and the sounds Shannon was making.

Suddenly, he felt her pulling away. His heart was racing and he thought for a moment he might pass out. She said nothing, but tugged at his arm, indicating that she wanted him to stand. With a monumental effort, he obeyed.

Shannon led him over to the restraint cross, positioned him against it facing her, and silently fastened the cuffs around his outstretched wrists and ankles. Julian’s mind was spinning and he had this sense that he was falling through space. In an effort to save himself, he focused on Shannon’s face.

She was looking directly into his eyes, and as she did, her hand closed around his mostly-erect cock. His entire body quivered and a moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. She stroked him with painful slowness, bringing him to a full erection in moments. As she picked up her pace, he thrust his hips forward and pulled against the restraints. Five or six more strokes left him gasping.

Then Shannon did something unbelievable. She stopped, removed her hand from his cock, and stepped back. She turned and walked to the chair and sat. Julian was lost; he closed his eyes. After what seemed like hours, he opened them to find her standing beside him again.

He had lost a good deal of his erection, but Shannon took him in hand again and stroked him to hardness. She varied the motion of her hand and the intensity with which she touched him, and his penis throbbed under her attentions. He did not know how much more he could take, but he was willing to find out.

Once again, Shannon stopped and took a seat, leaving him panting and sweating on the cross. He felt confused, angry, forlorn; he thought for a moment he might cry. She had not said a word to him since placing him in the restraints. Had he done something wrong? Should he ask? His mind was reeling, so he took several deep breaths and tried to steady himself.
Shannon approached him again, taking him in hand. This time she was almost brutal, working his cock at a furious rate. The world of consciousness shrunk to nothing more than the feel of her hand and his achingly needy cock. Then, from the distance, he heard her voice.

“Mine,” she whispered in his ear, “Mine…Mine…Mine. Say it.”

His eyes were closed but his mouth was moving—he knew it was. He was trying to say the word, but only the “mmm” made it out.

“Tell me what you want and I might be inclined to let you have it, Julian,” she whispered.

What he wanted? He wanted her to stop—and never stop. He wanted release—and he wanted to be in this moment forever.

He was trying so desperately to make himself say something that he was quivering. Yet nothing would come out.

Shannon tried once more. “Tell me, Julian.”

Nothing. Just…nothing.

She released his cock and he gasped so loudly it sounded like a sob. She undid the cuffs and helped him to sit, fetching a towel and water for him.

“Drink,” she said, softly, “and breathe.”

She watched him carefully as she cleaned the cross and stored the equipment. Walking back to the chair, she stood before him, drew him close, and held him. He leaned his head against her chest.

“I would like you to consider coming to me next Saturday night, Julian. If you choose to do that, I will ask you again and I will expect you to answer. Do you understand me?” she asked calmly.

Julian nodded.

“You don’t have to tell me if you’re coming or not. If you are, be at my door at 9 pm sharp.”

“Miss Shannon?” he said shakily.

“Yes, Julian?”

“Next Saturday is Valentine’s Day.”

He was correct. She had not realized that this was the case, but it changed nothing.

“And?”

“I just wanted to be sure you knew in case you already had plans.”

“You will decide what my plans are, Julian,” she replied quietly. “Get dressed now and let’s find you some food.”
**********
She opened the door to find Julian standing there, arms filled with pink and white roses. Behind her, the mantle clock struck the hour.

“Miss Shannon, good evening,” he said, smiling warmly.

“Julian, I’m so pleased to see you. Come in.”

He stepped in and said, “These are for you, Miss Shannon. If you have a vase, I’d be more than happy to arrange them for you.”

A smile lit her face.

“They’re just beautiful; thank you so much, Julian. Follow me and I’ll find a vase for you.”

She led him into the kitchen and while he cut and arranged the sea of roses, she poured champagne for them. In mere minutes, he had a cascading display of the fragrant blooms.

“You are a man of many talents, Julian,” she said, handing him a glass.

“You’re too kind, Miss,” he replied. “May I offer a toast?”

Shannon nodded.

“To a Lady whose beauty and elegance could make roses blush,” he said, lifting his glass.

“So sweet,” Shannon smiled, lifting her glass and drinking. “Let’s sit so we’re comfortable.”

The two moved into the sitting room and sat chatting about the week that had just ended. No mention was made of the previous Saturday night, but the veil of it hung just above them. Shannon knew it was there, but was determined that it would not cast a shadow upon them.

She placed her empty champagne flute on the coffee table and moved very close to Julian. She pushed a strand of his hair back into place and let her hand caress the side of his face. She loved the feel of the light stubble along his jaw line and how it served as a contrast to the softness of his upper cheek. She looked into his deep soulful eyes and found them filled with devotion.

Placing her cheek against his, filled with passion and desire, Shannon spoke.

“Do you remember what I told you last week, Julian?”

“I do, Miss,” he said quietly.

“Tell me.”

“You said that if I chose to come here tonight, you would ask me again and that you would expect me to answer.”

“That’s right, Julian. Did you think about that during the week?”

“I thought of little else, Miss,” he replied. She felt his cheek grow warm against hers.

“Confessing again, are you?” she teased.

“You seem to bring out the need in me, Miss….”

“Ah, that’s very good, Julian. Now go on and tell me what other needs I bring out in you,” Shannon instructed.

She could feel him swallow hard as he prepared to speak, and she slowly moved her cheek away from his so that she could see him.

“You…I…” he began. He lowered his head for a long moment and took a deep breath. In the next moment, he was on his knees before her.

“Miss Shannon, I want to serve you in any and every way that will please you and make you happy. I want to give you everything I have, everything I am…and if you won’t allow it, I might just explode. I…I cannot stop thinking of you…your voice, your touch, your eyes, your power over me. Please…please let me offer myself to you.”

He lowered his head onto her thigh and reached out tentatively and placed a hand on her ankle. Shannon was speechless for several moments; he was so earnest and his statement was so heart-felt that he had literally taken her breath away. This was so much more than she had hoped for.

She lifted his head from her lap and tilted his chin upward so that she could kiss him. It was a long, deep kiss that left Julian breathless now, as well. As he leaned back on his heels, Shannon stood and beckoned him to follow.

Leading him into the bedroom, she sat him on the end of the bed and leaned down to kiss him again. His tongue eagerly met hers but she knew that she was in control of him. She could feel herself glowing like a candle in the darkness. She continued to explore his sweet mouth as she undressed him. He moved for her with an ease that confirmed his deepest longings—that this was exactly where he belonged.

It wasn’t long before she had him naked, and she stepped back and began to remove her own clothing. He started to speak, but she quieted him, wanting him to feel his need building so that the anticipation was a delicious pain. By the time she was down to her bra and panties, he was stiff and moaning softly. Shannon smiled.

Moving to the bed, she indicated that he should move back further and, as he did, she climbed up and straddled him at the waist. She teased his nipples with her thumbs and gyrated against him—just out of range of his cock. Still, she could feel it poking her from behind and she loved that.

Her nails made trails down the front of his chest and onto his stomach. He whimpered and tried to lift his hips, but Shannon pressed down against him until he quieted.

“Will you be my good boy, Julian?”

“Yes, Miss,” he whispered, “I will be so good for you.”

“That’s right,” she confirmed as she slid off him and removed her bra and panties, finally revealing her soft curvaceous body to him. When she turned back to him, his hands were outstretched.

“What is it that you want, Julian?” she asked.

“To be allowed to touch you, Miss,” he said, simply and longingly.

She nodded and straddled him again, at chest level this time. She ran her hands through his hair and grabbed a handful.

“I want the touch of your tongue again, Julian,” she murmured.

He moaned softly and nodded.

“And I want you moaning like that while you’re touching me.”

She raised herself up and resettled so that her legs were on either side of his neck. She straightened her back, bringing his mouth in contact with her at last.

Julian’s tongue flicked in and out, catching the edges of her fringed lips like little bursts of electricity. As she gasped, he took the opportunity to plunge deeper, spreading her open with his thumbs and finding her aching clit with his lips. He sucked gently and viciously, drew eternal circles around it, and probed it from every angle. Shannon was in ecstasy.

Pulling Julian’s hair made him moan loudly and the vibrations of his vocalizations hummed against her, driving her mad with pleasure. She felt the tension in his muscles beneath her and knew the time was nigh.

Shannon pulled back and let her tongue trace its way down his body, stopping to attend to his hardened nipples. She continued straight down the center of his body, drawing a circle around his navel, and then proceeding ever so slowly along the trail of fine hairs that led directly to his cock. At the end of that trail, she raised her head and looked at Julian’s face. His mouth was open and his eyes were nearly closed, as if he had entered a trance state.

“My boy,” Shannon whispered, then slid her mouth all the way down his cock.

A small faraway voice called out, “Oh, god, yes, Mistress!”

Shannon let her mouth work up and down a few times, savoring his taste. His cock was hot and hard and throbbing, and she had to have it. Positioning herself above him, she lowered herself so that his cock was just touching her.
“Mine,” she said, in a voice strong and clear.

“Yours,” repeated Julian. “Yours.”

The power burst over her skin like a rainstorm and she took his cock inside her, riding him to the heights of pleasure. It was time for both of them to have the moment that had been months in the making.

Pulsing quickly on his cock, Shannon said, “Julian, look at me right now.”

His eyes opened, focusing slowly, and his gaze met hers.

“On the count of 3, you will come for me. You will give me everything.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he panted.

Taking him fully inside her, she rose and fell as she counted.

“1…2…3…now, Julian.”

His body jumped as if he had been struck by lightning and she felt the surging of his cock. A cry poured forth from him that seemed to last forever. It was that sound that cracked Shannon’s self-control, and she was surrounded by the crashing waves of her own orgasms. Her voice joined Julian’s in a cry of pleasure and release that surely must have been heard by the angels.

She collapsed against Julian’s now-still body and became aware that tears were running down her face. She roused herself and lifted her head to find Julian in the same state. She climbed off him and scurried to collect him in her arms, stroking his hair and murmuring endearments.

“Are you alright, Mine?” she asked quietly.

“I’m not sure, Mistress…it depends.”

“On what?”

“The answer to a question,” he replied.

“Ask,” she commanded.

“Will you allow me the honor of attempting to earn a permanent place in your life, Miss Shannon?”

She looked down upon him cradled in her arms and took a slow, deep breath.

“Mistress, not Miss Shannon,” she answered quietly. “And consider it earned.”

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and she rocked him gently. Within minutes, he was asleep.

As she watched him breathing and played with strands of his hair, Shannon was filled with gratitude and happiness.
Letting the night’s events wash over her, Shannon began to laugh quietly. She placed a soft kiss on Julian’s forehead, then looked up and whispered, “Best shot ever…thanks!”

ABOUT SKYE LEROUX

Writer of erotica, educator, facilitator, active switch and polyamorist, Skye’s introduction to the scene was late but incredibly satisfying – sort of like pizza delivery! When she’s not crafting her newest sensual story, she can be found at live events on the east coast, flying around the virtual world facilitating discussions about online and real time BDSM, and reading the latest research on kink. You can find more of her writing at her site, The Moonlit Pillow.