“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.”
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.”
“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.
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. )