Vignettes - Hush

He knew he was going to be home late, and he’d told his girl not to wait up for him. So when he got home he wasn’t surprised to find her already in bed. Maybe a little disappointed, but not surprised…if there was one thing she appreciated, it was a good night’s sleep.

She was lying on her side, her face snuggled into her fluffy down pillow while her arms were up and around it. She was bare to the waist, but her legs were covered with the sheet and slightly spread. A little smirk curled his lips, and he thought he might still have a little fun. He got undressed, and slowly pulled down the sheet.

He was pleased to see she wasn’t wearing panties, as that would make what he had in mind that much easier. But first, he wanted to be sure she was really asleep. She was cheeky, and had a habit of dropping hints of what she wanted, but always under the guise of trying to be accommodating of his needs. If she’d been a good girl, he’d sometimes give in to her, but more often than not he either ignored her prods, or would decide to have her do something completely different. She’d pout about it for a second or two, but then she’d get over it, and happily do what he expected of her.

So he lay down next to her, and ran his fingers lightly down her arm. She didn’t flinch, and her breathing remained deep and even. Then he reached down, and did the same to the back of her knee. She moved her leg slightly, but settled right back down. If she was faking it, she was doing a masterful job.

He slid his right arm under her neck, and pulled her against him. Then he took his left hand and moved it between her legs, and cupped it over her mound. With his fingers, he slowly and gently began to stroke her, delving into her pussy for some of her moisture, and then moving it around her clit.

After a few minutes of this rhythmic massage, she began to stir. When she let out a little moan, his right hand wrapped around her throat, and he forced her head back.

She let out a gasp as he whispered in her ear, “Not a sound, my girl. You are not to make a single noise. Do you understand?” She nodded, and he continued, “Good. Don’t make me get out the gag.”

He knew this would be a difficult task for her, as she tended to be on the noisy side. She liked to moan, and gasp, and cry out. However, she disliked being gagged even more. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy hearing her feedback…he did…but he liked to push her limits too.

He kept his hand gently around her throat to remind her of her task, and he continued to manipulate her with his other one. His caresses became firmer, and she squirmed in his grasp. He knew she could feel his cock hardening against her as she struggled.  He slowly inserted three fingers inside her, and she put all the effort she was making to stay quiet into clenching tightly around him. He smiled, knowing that he’d soon be feeling that around his cock.

He added his thumb to get it nice and slick, then moved it to her little rosebud, and slowly slipped it inside of her. Despite her best efforts a little yelp escaped her and his hand tightened on her throat. She immediately silenced.

“Strike one, babygirl,” he whispered in warning.

With his thumb lodged firmly in her ass, and his other fingers plundering her pussy, he used his pinky finger to stroke her clit. He didn’t need to hear her to know that she was on the brink of climaxing. He could tell by how her body moved, the way her eyes were tightly shut, while her mouth was open in a silent cry. She was teetering on the edge, unable to ask permission to come and waiting for him to give her the word. He opted not to do that however, and instead removed his hand entirely.

Her body shook with silent sobs, as he slowly entered her, and when he was fully seated, they were tightly spooned. As he began to thrust, she tightened her pussy around him.

“You love this don’t you?” he whispered in her ear, “You love being used by me, being my fucktoy…my sweet little slut.”

She nodded in reply, and he continued to move inside her, “You’d love to come right now, wouldn’t you? Too bad you can’t ask for it.”

She let out a little whimper of frustration, and he removed his hand from her throat just long enough to give her a light slap on the cheek to get her focused, “Strike two,” he chuckled, “you’re on thin ice, my girl.”

He rolled her over onto her stomach, and hauled her hips up. He began to thrust with more force, and interspersed them with an occasional slap on her ass. Remarkably, she managed to stay quiet through this assault, and instead rocked back onto him. He bent over her and wrapped his arm around her neck and hauled her up. She rested her hands on the headboard to steady herself, and he raked his hands down her torso, kneading and squeezing her breasts, and pinching her nipples hard.

He could see the muscles of her jaw tighten as she strived to stay quiet, and smiled. He tugged her hair, and her head fell back. He kissed her ear, and then said, “Keep it up until I come, baby, and then I’ll give you your reward.”

He moved his hands to her hips, and dug them in firm enough that her skin went white beneath his fingers, and began to slam his cock inside her. She massaged his cock with her pussy, contracting her muscles around him in time with his thrusts.

“So good, baby…I’m so close…” he whispered, “You’re being such a good girl.” He drove his cock into her a few more times, and then came with a groan, releasing his seed inside her.

He continued to grind against her, and keeping his promise he reached around to stroke her clit. “Come for me, love, and make it loud,” he demanded. She’d been on the brink for so long that it didn’t take more than a couple of minutes before she came hard, crying out as shudders shook her body.

He held her tightly against him, and continued to stroke her even when she tried to pull away. Once she was spent, he eased them both down to the mattress. He ran his hands over her body to soothe her and it wasn’t long until she snuggled against him and fell back asleep. Sated and lulled by her steady breathing, he soon joined her.

The Dress

I made my way to the hotel bar, thankful to finally be done with the wretched wedding I’d just been part of. The bride was a dear old high school friend that had found me through Facebook a couple of years before, and asked me to be a bridesmaid. Since it was going to be a “destination wedding” at an all inclusive resort in Costa Rica, I accepted despite the fact that I hadn’t actually seen her in almost a decade.

OK, the wedding itself wasn’t THAT bad really. It was more the awful dress I had to wear that made it feel endless. It was strapless, too big – which meant I constantly had to hitch it up - and an unflattering shade of mint green that made me look sickly despite the pound of makeup I wore to help me look otherwise.

I plunked down at the bar and ordered a drink, then checked out my surroundings. There was group of folks at the other end talking, but the only person near me was a woman about my age sipping her drink, and smoking a cigarette.

Despite having given up smoking a couple of years before, I got an irresistible urge for one and felt that after today I’d earned it.

I leaned over in her direction, “Excuse me?”

She glanced over, “Yes?”

“I hate to trouble you, but…can I bum a cigarette from you?”

She smiled, and I noticed it was a very nice smile, “Sure thing…stressful day?”

“You have no idea.”

She tapped one out of her pack and handed it to me, then held out her lighter and offered to light it. I leaned in, and noticed that she smelled really nice too. I sat back and took a long drag and blew the smoke out with a blissful sigh. I took in her lovely features and short cap of blonde curls, and offered my hand, “Thank you so much. I’m Tessa.”

She took my hand and gave it a shake, “You’re welcome! I’m Anne. So…wedding?”

I looked down ruefully at my ugly dress and laughed, “Yeah. I guess this gave it away.”

We made small talk, and I found her to be very friendly and approachable. We found we were both travelling alone, and didn’t really know anyone. She mentioned that she was going to go down to the bonfire the resort was doing that night, and asked me if I wanted to go with her. I had nothing else going on that day and said sure.

She was already in colorful board shorts and a black bikini top, so I remarked, “I just need to go change. My cottage is on the way.” As I mentioned this, some of the folks from the wedding began to file into the bar, “We’d better go now before I get sucked into staying.”

We left tips for the bartender, and headed out. I had opted to splurge on a beach cottage instead of just a regular room, and had liked the extra peace it had provided. Anne sort of hovered outside the door, and I motioned to her, “C’mon in! I have some beers in the fridge, so help yourself, and I’ll just be a few minutes.”

She followed me in, and I headed to the bedroom. I shucked off the dress, and changed into a frilly hot pink bikini and covered it up with a floral wrap skirt. I took my long brown hair down and brushed it vigorously to get some of the hairspray out, and put it back into a loose braid, then washed all the makeup off my face. Feeling refreshed I went back out into the living room, and got a beer for myself.

As I turned I found her checking me out. She looked up and me and smiled, and I smiled back, a little thrill going through me. Taking a lover – especially one of the same sex - wasn’t on my list of things to do with this week’s vacation, but dang…she was so pretty, and hey…I’d try anything once. More, if I liked it.

I met her gaze, and her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. She stood and held out her hand, and I took it tentatively, and she led me out the door and down to the beach with the other partygoers.

And did we have fun! There was a band, and dancing, a big buffet, and buckets of beer being handed out. As the sun went down they lit the fire. It was too hot to be right up next to it, so we moved a bit away. As the band played a mellow tune, Anne slipped an arm around my waist. I turned to face her and rested my arms on her shoulders and we began to sway back and forth to the music. We were almost exactly the same height, and when she leaned in to give me a soft, sweet kiss, it just seemed so natural.

“Come with me,” she whispered. She picked up our bucket of beers, and taking my hand led me away from the crowd and down the beach. There was a little cove a ways away that she directed me to. I’d been there the day before collecting shells, and because it was a bit rocky, it was usually fairly quiet.

Anne put the beers down on a flat rock, and handed one to me then took one for herself. We sat down and peered out at the water, taking in the moon and all the stars reflecting on its surface, “Isn’t it beautiful?” she murmured.

I moved closer to her, and rested my head on her shoulder, “It is.”

We sat quietly like that for a while, arms around each other’s waists, and sipping our drinks. When they were empty I raised my head and asked, “Why don’t we go for a swim?”

She turned to me and grinned, and stood to take off her shorts while I slipped off my skirt. We picked our way carefully to the water, and laughed as the water came up and tickled our feet. We made our way out a little deeper and splashed around a little bit, reveling in the wonderfully warm water. We soon found ourselves back in each other’s arms, and this time when we kissed, there was a much greater need to it.

Anne pulled me tight to her, and kissed me hungrily. Her hands moved up my back and untied my bikini top, and she slipped her tongue past my parted lips. As our tongues sparred, her hands came around and cupped my breasts, her thumbs making little circles around my nipples. I groaned, and she moved her mouth to my neck, sucking gently on the soft skin there.

“I wanted you the minute I saw you come into the bar looking so grumpy, and fussing with that ugly gown,” she whispered in my ear, “You were so cute.”

We looked at each other and giggled. I let my hands roam over her lithe body, reveling in the softness of her, but then looked down and blushed, “I’ve never been with another woman before,” I admitted.

“If you don’t want to do this…” she started.

I silenced her with a kiss, “Oh, but I do,” I reassured her.

She lifted her top and took my hands, placing them on her breasts, “Then explore.”

And I did. I felt the wonderful weight of them, and ran my thumbs over her little nipples. We kissed some more, and her hand snaked down my belly, and slipped into my swimsuit bottom, her long fingers stroking between my legs. I was so wet, and she let out a little laugh, “I guess you really do want this.”

Feeling a bit bolder, I ran my fingers through her hair, and pulled her back into a kiss. Soon it wasn’t just the water that was getting warm as our hands explored and our nipples brushed against each other. Anne broke away suddenly, “God, Tessa…let’s go. I want to taste every inch of you.”

We quickly moved back to shore rearranging our suits as we went, and picked up our clothes and the bucket and headed back to my cottage. The second the door closed, we were all over each other. The swimsuits quickly came off as we kissed our way to the bed. I stopped just long enough to pull down the duvet, and Anne pushed me down onto the soft mattress.

Her hands and mouth felt like they were everywhere at once. She latched onto one of my nipples, and little sparks went off in my core. I cried out and lifted my hips off the bed, and our groins met and rubbed against each other for a moment, making me shudder. She moved to the other nipple, and I moaned as she began to trail a line of kisses down my torso.

She spread my legs, and eased down between them. She kissed her way up one leg then up the other, each time getting tantalizing close to where I wanted her. When she finally got there, it was incredible. She explored my folds leisurely, sucking on them, lightly licking them apart and exposing my clit, which she nibbled on, and flicked with her tongue.

It was utter bliss…I had never felt anything like it. I’d always heard that having another woman go down on you is different somehow than a man doing it, and no matter how good a guy is the woman is always better. I was starting to believe this was true.

As she teased my clit, she slid two fingers into my pussy, stroking them in and out. The combination of her caresses and her mouth were making me go out of my head. I tangled my fingers in her hair and mewled as she brought me closer to the brink, and when she added a third finger I went completely over the edge.

I came so hard, my body quaking as Anne continued to suck my clit. I finally had to push her head away as it was just too intense and she looked up at me with a smile, my juices covering her lips. I pulled her up and kissed her feverishly, my hands moving down to her ass and squeezing it gently. I loved kissing her…lightly biting her soft lips, running my tongue along the line of her teeth, exploring her mouth.

Overcome with need, I rolled her over onto her back. It was my turn to taste her, and I started by nuzzling her neck, nibbling and sucking on it. I knelt up and looked at her…she was radiant with her blond curls, big blue eyes, and Cupid’s bow lips. Her full breasts were lightly tanned, and tipped with dark peach nipples, and my mouth literally watered at the sight of her.

I caressed her breasts, and lightly strummed her nipples, watching her face…fascinated with every change in her expression. I ran my hands down her belly, and felt her muscles flutter under her skin which was velvet soft. I leaned over and took one nipple into my mouth, tasting the salt of the ocean on her skin, and suckled lightly. She arched her back and I sucked on it a little harder, and heard her moan with pleasure. I pinched her other nipple lightly, rolling it between my fingertips.

Hungry for more, I moved my hands down her sides and underneath her to grab her ass, and shimmied down to her pussy. I hesitated a moment unsure of where to begin, and figured I’d just try on her what I liked on myself.

I used my fingers to gently caress her skin which had just the slightest bit of fuzz. A drop of moisture seeped out from between her lips, and I tentatively reached out my tongue to catch it, which made her moan. Emboldened by the idea that I was actually doing something right, I stiffened my tongue, and slid it past her lips, and licked her a little harder. She tasted salty but sweet, and I took my time exploring this new, yet still familiar, territory.

I mimicked what she had done with me, and replaced my tongue with my fingers, and moved my attention to her clit. I circled it with my tongue and was rewarded with Anne bucking her hips, driving her pussy even harder against my mouth. She let out a cry as I took it between my lips, and gently sucked on it, as I continued to probe her pussy with my fingers. I added a third, getting it nice and wet, then removed it and rubbed it against her tight asshole. She let out a whimper as I got it nice and slick, and slowly inserted my digit, massaging the thin skin that divided her two holes.

She thrashed around as I worked on her, her hands in tight fists gripping the sheets, and I had the overwhelming desire to make her come. I zeroed back in on her clit, and sucked it a little harder, flicking my tongue across it, as I thrust into her with my fingers. Soon her body went stiff, and she covered her mouth with one hand to stifle her shout as she came.

I licked up her sweet juices, and covered her with kisses, and she soon grabbed at my shoulders to pull me up on top of her. We kissed for a while, grinding our mounds together causing little sparks of pleasure to shoot through us, but soon dozed in the warmth of each other’s arms.

I woke up a bit later and shifted, and found her awake and looking at me. She didn’t say anything, just stroked her fingers down my cheek. I snuggled against her, kissing every bit of her flesh that my mouth could reach. We chatted a while, sharing things about our life, what we did for work and fun, and the more we talked and giggled together, the more I wanted her again.

As if sensing this, she suggested we take a shower, and wash the rest of the salt off our skin from our swim earlier. The cottage had a nice big shower, and soon we were washing each other, and kissing some more. The washcloths were quickly dropped as our hands took over, and soon we were fingering and stroking each other, our wet skin sliding together until we both came, moaning as our tongues tangled together.

We held each other under the spray until the water began to cool, then dried off and went back to bed. This time we fell asleep for real, and as dawn broke I woke to find I was by myself. I was disappointed to say the least and with a sad sigh rolled out of bed. I slipped on some clothes, figuring I’d go get some breakfast, and opened the door just as Anne was about to slip the key into the lock.

She let out a surprised, “Oh!” and looked embarrassed, “I was hoping to be back before you woke up, Tessa. I went out to go by my room, and to pick us up some breakfast. I sort of stole your key…I hope you don’t mind.”

I must have still looked upset, because she put everything down, and took my face in her hands, “Oh Baby…you didn’t really think I’d just slip away without a word, did you?”

“I wasn’t sure,” I murmured, and she pulled me close and kissed me, and wrapped me up in a big hug.

“C’mon, let’s eat,” she laughed, and then added with a wink, “I have a feeling you’ll need your strength for what I have planned for you this morning.” She opened up the carryout boxes, and we sat and ate in comfortable silence, and sipped on coffee she’d brought with.

Anne reached down and rummaged in the bag by her feet and came up with a bottle of champagne and a carafe of orange juice. She opened the champagne with a pop, and poured out a couple of mimosas. We finished breakfast - and eventually the champagne - and put the remains outside to be picked up. She led me back to the bedroom then ran back out to retrieve her bag. She dropped it on the floor and reached for me, expertly divesting us of our clothes, until we were rolling around on the bed again, kissing passionately.

She rolled me over onto my belly, and lifted my hips until I was face down and ass up. She lay down between my legs, and lowered my pussy to her mouth, and soon had me trembling as she expertly ate me out. I begged her to get into a 69 with me, but she sat up and laughed, “Oh no, Baby…first I’m going to give you the fucking you deserve.”

I heard some odd noises, and looked back curiously to find her removing an intricate harness from her bag. It had the usual dildo coming from the front, but another one that slid inside of her, as well. She caught me looking and laughed, “What can I say? I always travel prepared.”

She slid her dildo into place with a little gasp and strapped on the harness, then got back on the bed with me. She kissed and nibbled on my ass cheeks, and reached beneath me to tweak my nipples, then slid her fingers down to stroke my clit. I was panting with need at this point, and when I felt the head of the dildo sliding along my nether lips, I groaned.

“Do you want me inside you, Baby?” she whispered.

“Please,” I whimpered, “I want you so bad, I can’t stand it.”

She slowly inserted the head into me, and I pushed back against it. When it bottomed out, she groaned. By fucking me, she was also sort of fucking herself, pleasuring both of us at the same time. She started out slowly, taking her time as she worked the toy in and out of my eager pussy. Fucking doggy style was my favorite position however, and it wasn’t long until I begged her to take me harder.

She gradually increased her pace, but it wasn’t long until we had built up to a frantic tempo, and she draped herself over me, and held me around the waist as she pounded into me. The dildos penetrating us were simultaneously stroking our g-spots, and the base of the one inside me was also working on her clit. I reached down and stroked mine, and I panted that I wanted her to come with me. It wasn’t long until that happened, and at that point I was glad to have the cottage because we made an enormous racket as we shuddered and shook through our simultaneous climax.

Since unlike a penis the dildos never went soft, we just continued to fuck our way to a couple more orgasms until it just became too much to handle, and we collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. She unbuckled the harness and set it aside then took me in her arms, and hugged me tight.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

I looked deep in eyes and admitted, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

She smiled happily and kissed me, “Please tell me that we’ll see each other again after this week is over.”

I smiled back shyly, “I’d like that very much.”

That afternoon Anne deserted her room and moved in with me. We spent the rest of the week talking, laughing, swimming, eating, and fucking. And as the evening before we had to leave fell, we stood in the ocean with our arms around each other, watching the sun set, and the stars come out, and knew that we’d found the love our lives.

It is two years later now, and we’re still together, and as happy as we can be. It hasn’t all been easy, but the journey has been worth it. I kept that bridesmaid’s dress as a reminder of how it brought us together, and tomorrow it’s going to be made into ring bearer pillows for our wedding. I’ve never been more happy thanks to that ugly thing.

The Seduction of Elise - Part V

Prior chapters of this story can be found in reverse order here.

When Adam left her on Thursday morning he gave her some instructions on how to dress and act on Saturday, and that he’d be there promptly at 8:00 to fetch her. Now that she was getting ready, she was hesitant about the last order, which was to not wear any undergarments.

It wasn’t necessarily an issue of modesty – although that bothered her a bit as well considering the high cut slits on her dress – but more an embarrassing worry that she’d get turned on by her surroundings, and damage the lining of it as a result. Not to mention she was curious to find out what might happen if she didn’t do exactly what Adam said, but a little afraid too. She opted to chance it, and slipped on the tiniest string bikini she owned, figuring that it wouldn’t show.

She took another look in the mirror, and was again momentarily surprised by the face that looked back at her. She normally didn’t wear much makeup, but tonight she was fully done up, her pale skin powdered, eyes lined elegantly in liquid black liner, brows perfectly arched, and a deep crimson lipstick staining her lips. She’d gone shopping for it all earlier in the day, and had let the salesgirl at the cosmetics counter give her some tips on how to apply it. Her hair was pulled back into a high and tight ponytail which emphasized her features even more, and the loose end of it spilled down her back in fat curls.

She was just putting in her earrings when there was a knock. She glanced at the clock, and noted with some relief that he was early. As she hurried to get the door, she was glad she’d convinced herself to take little extra time to get ready. She opened the door, and held her breath.

Adam stood outside in his impeccably tailored tuxedo, and took her in. She looked…decadent. His eyes drank her in, moving down her body and back up to her perfect face.

“You look incredible,” he murmured.

Elise let out a little sigh of relief, “I’m glad you approve.” She stepped back to let him in, and he closed the door behind him.

“I know I’m early, but I realized I’d forgotten a key part of your outfit. Hold out your hands, please.”

She did as he requested, and Adam proceeded to wrap some velvet lined red leather cuffs around her wrists. They matched her shoes perfectly, and had the same silver buckles and rings. He buckled them tight but not uncomfortably so. When he was finished he took her hands in his and pulled her close, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

“Now you’re ready,” he noticed her hesitate, “is something wrong?”

“I wasn’t sure whether to bring a bag…”

“All you’ll need is your ID and keys, and I will hold onto those for you.”

She fetched those items, and he led her down to the car. Always a gentleman, he opened the car door for her, and she slid in. He caught a tantalizing view of her sleek bare leg and smiled. Once she was settled, he got in and they took off.

The drive was longer than she expected, and they ended up in the outskirts of town, in an area with large, private estates. She giggled nervously, and he glanced over at her, “Something funny?”

“I’m just getting some ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ vibes from these houses. I though you said it was a club?”

“It is, sort of. It’s actually more like a monthly party at the owner’s private residence. It’s one of those things where most of the neighbors know what’s going on, but since there’s never any fuss no one talks about it.”

He turned into a long drive, stopped outside the gate, and pressed a button in the panel on the driver’s side column. A voice crackled through the speaker, and he gave a numbered code. In seconds, the gate began to swing silently open. They went up the curved drive, and Adam stepped out, while a valet opened her door for her, and proffered his hand to help her out.

Adam came around, and put a possessive hand on her lower back. Into her ear he whispered, “Remember what I told you. Keep your eyes down, speak only when spoken to, and use ‘Sir’ or ‘Madam’ when addressing others. You can speak freely to me when we’re in private, but only then. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

They walked in the door, and got in a receiving line of sorts. Elise couldn’t help but look around furtively, and she saw a woman she presumed to be their hostess sitting in an ornate chair up on a platform. She was a beautiful woman of about 65 years old, and on either side of the chair were two exceedingly handsome men, both stripped to waist, perfectly sculpted, and as still as statues. As couples passed, the submissive of the pair would either curtsey or bow depending on their sex.

This was a bit of etiquette that Adam had failed to tell her about. She guessed it was his way of keeping her a little off balance, but she smiled as she realized that in this case she had a bit of an ace up her sleeve.

Soon they were presented to their hostess and to Adam’s surprise, Elise executed a perfect deep curtsey, the kind a prima ballerina would give at the end of a performance. As she stood she kept her eyes down as Adam had instructed.

“Adam! How wonderful to see you!” their hostess exclaimed. She stood and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Madam Margaret…you look stunning as always.”

“So, this is the new girl that you were telling me about,” Elise felt a finger under her chin, and her head was tipped up, “She’s beautiful…and finally a sub that knows how to curtsey properly. Is she really new to the lifestyle?”

“She is.”

“What is your name, child,” the woman asked her.

“My name is Elise, Madam,” she replied quietly.

“It suits you. You are a lucky girl…Adam will be a wonderful Master to you.”

Madam Margaret turned back to Adam, and Elise lowered her head, “I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time this evening. I have observation room three reserved for you, and your waiter’s name is Michael. Call on him if you need anything at all.”

“Thank you very much, Madam,” Adam replied, lifting her hand to his lips, “Your hospitality is unsurpassed as usual. Elise, follow me.”

With that they left the platform, and headed out into the vast entry hall. Their reserved room was on the second floor, and Adam steadied her as they ascended the stairs. They found their room with the waiter standing at attention outside. Adam ordered a vodka tonic for himself, and a glass of pinot noir for her, and they entered.

From the outside the room looked wide, but inside it was actually narrow; a mere slice of space carved out of two neighboring rooms, with just enough room for a couch and a couple of end tables on either side. Two slim floor lamps tucked in the back corners provided the only light in the room. The inside walls were currently covered with heavy cream colored curtains. Adam closed the door behind them and turned to her with a grin.

“Well, you’re full of surprises.”

Elise leaned against the back of the couch, and tried to hold back a smile but failed, “Twelve years of ballet finally paid off.”

“Twelve years? Why did you quit?”

“I had to. I had late growth spurt when I was 15, but instead of growing up, I filled out. But I still practice every morning, and I have a little studio in the basement with a ballet barre and mirrors.”

Adam got a mischievous glint in his eye, “Do you? That could come in handy for other things, too.”

She laughed, but then stilled when he suddenly got serious and added, “We’ll wait until Michael comes back with our drinks before we get started. However, we need to discuss the fact that you didn’t follow my instructions on what not to wear this evening.”

Elise started and looked over at him, “How did you…”

He smirked, “As you showed off your curtsey, you also showed off your panty line.”

She blushed, “I’m sorry…I was just nervous, and I didn’t want to ruin the dress.”

“Ruin the dress? How so?”

She turned even redder, “I was afraid that if I got…aroused… I didn’t want to stain the lining.”

Adam stared at her for a moment, and then laughed, “My dear, that’s what dry cleaners are for.”

But she looked so miserable and embarrassed, that he went over to her, took her in his arms, and gave her a gentle kiss, “You are so sweet,” he whispered, “and that will get you a little mercy this evening. Now, take them off and give them to me.”

She pulled back and looked up at him, then silently slid them down her legs, and gave them over. He tucked them into his jacket pocket, as a knock on the door announced the arrival of their waiter. He dropped the drinks off on one of the end tables, and Adam slipped him a tip. He bowed and left quietly, shutting the door tightly behind him.

Adam handed Elise her wine, and she sat down on the couch, sipping it nervously as he opened the curtains. They revealed floor to ceiling windows that he assured her were one way glass. They would be able to observe, but the people inside couldn’t see them. At the moment the rooms – bedecked with all kinds of interesting apparatuses - were empty, which is why it had been so quiet. But after a few moments a couple entered the room on the left, and after a beat another couple entered the right.

“Let the show begin,” he murmured.

Happy Endings

Author's note:  Taking a brief break from Adam and Elise, but I hope to get part five up soon.  In the meantime, here's a little distraction for you.  I hope you enjoy it!  

Her man had been feeling out of sorts lately, so she decided to do something about it. She went out that morning to do a little shopping and came back with some candles, a CD with some soothing music on it, massage oil, and some smooth black basalt rocks.

When he got home she fixed him some hot tea and shooed him off to the bathroom to the nice warm bath she’d drawn for him. While he soaked she heated up the rocks, lit the candles, and started the music. When everything was ready, she called for him to dry off and join her in the bedroom. He came in to find it glowing with the soft flicker of the candles, and she led him to the bed and had him lie down on the soft towels she’d laid out. When he was settled, she draped another towel over his ass and straddled his legs.

She drizzled some of the warm woodsy scented oil down his back and began to smooth it into his skin with firm strokes, kneading the knots out of his shoulders and back. She reached for the rocks and placed them in the areas of his back that were the tightest, while she moved down to work the muscles in his legs. She knew she was doing a good job when she heard him let out a little sigh, and felt him relax even more into the bed.

When his legs were done, she scooted back up and took all but two of the rocks off. She held onto those two and began to smooth them firmly along his back, the heat soothing the tension, and soon the stiffness in his muscles began to melt away.

She had him turn over and noticed that while his muscles had been losing their stiffness, other parts of his anatomy had not. Stifling a smile she draped the towel over his pelvis, and in as businesslike a manner as she could muster she straddled him again, poured more of the warm oil into her hands, and began to work on his arms kneading her way from his shoulders down to his hands. But before she could start on his chest, he playfully ground his hips up against her.

The movement made her let out a little gasp, and while she was distracted, he pulled her down into a bear hug. Murmuring in her ear, he asked what all this was for, and she replied that she knew he had been stressed out and was just trying to help him relax. He tugged at her tank top suggesting another way she could do that, and she giggled. With a blush she sat up, pulled off her tank top, and unhooked her bra.

She lay back down on him and they kissed…a slow, languorous, sexy kiss. His hands roamed over her back, and she arched it slightly, loving the feel of her soft skin against his.

He moved his mouth down to nuzzle her neck, and she ran her fingers through his hair and let out a little moan. His lips left a trail of sensation that made her shiver. He pushed her up slightly, and palmed her breasts, feeling her nipples tighten at his touch. He ran his thumbs over and around them as he sat them both up. She rose up on her knees a little to offer them to him, and he took one in his mouth and sucked it lightly while his fingers gently squeezed the other.

She broke away reluctantly for a moment to shimmy out of her yoga pants, then pushed him back down and raked her fingers lightly over his chest as she moved her body down his. She slid the towel that was covering him aside, and blew lightly on his cock, causing him to let out a little gasp. She licked up his length slowly and took the crown between her lips, swirling her tongue over the head, and began to slowly work his length into her warm wet mouth. She hollowed her cheeks to make a tight seal around him, and hummed with pleasure, the vibrations causing him to buck his hips a little.

He told her to move into a 69, so she swiveled around and let him peel down her panties and work them off her legs, then she straddled his head and perched her pussy over his face. He opened her folds, and he flicked his thumb against her clit a couple of times causing her to lift her head and gasp. She begged him to suck it, and lowered her mouth back onto his cock as he pulled down on her hips and sealed his lips to her clit and flicked it with his tongue. He worked two fingers into her pussy, slowly twisting them inside her.

His attentions caused her to suck his cock with a bit more intensity, but when his fingers curled and he began to stroke her g-spot she became frantic for his cock inside her. She lifted herself off of him, and turned around to kiss him lustily, tasting her juices on his lips, and slowly took his cock inside her, moaning as his thickness filled her up. He held her tightly against him as she began to ride him. The romantic mood of the room lulled her into moving slowly at first…kissing him, stroking his hair, nipping his earlobe, and sighing happily.

But he had other ideas and began to move his hips more aggressively, quickening the pace. Soon she was caught up in it, and she tightened around him as he worked his cock inside her. She knelt up and slipped her fingers between where they were joined, gathered up some of her wetness, and began to stroke her clit, while she pinched her nipples with her other hand until they were jutting out in excitement.

He grasped her thighs and dug his fingers in, saying that he was about to come. She could feel his cock expand inside her, and she stroked herself a bit faster. He encouraged her to come with him, and as he slammed inside her, she was overcome with a shuddering orgasm, her pussy spasming around him, milking his cum from him.

Once she caught her breath, she lay back on top of him, and they kissed for awhile, until he moved her to his side and spooned around her, and they fell into a light sleep. She woke up a bit later to feel his weight on her, and saw that he was squirting some of the massage oil into his hands. She smiled and asked him what he was up to, and he murmured for her to just go with it. So she burrowed back into the pillow to wait and see what he had planned.

He smoothed the oil over her back, and she let out a sigh of pleasure as his strong hands worked it into her skin. He moved his way down to her ass, and she instinctively raised it up a little. He leaned over and whispered into her ear what a naughty girl she was, and she laughed and waggled her bum at him.

She gasped as he dripped some of the oil down her butt crack and slicked up her little rosebud. Her gasps turned to moans as he worked his thumb into her tight hole, working it in little by little as his cock invaded her pussy, thrusting slowly. She let out a contented sigh every time she felt his balls slap against her, and she began to move her body with the rhythm he set. But her eyes opened wide as he began to slide his other thumb into her ass, and began to stretch her open slowly and gently.

This double invasion got her all worked up. She lifted herself up on her hands and knees, and moved her hand to her clit to strum it softly. His fingers dug into her cheeks, pulling them apart as she relaxed her rear entry for him. Panting with need, she begged him to fuck her ass. He quickly replaced his thumbs with his cock, and she let out a little cry of joy as he thrust in firmly.

Soon all pretense of romance was replaced by undiluted lust as she begged him to give it to her harder. He was happy to oblige, and it wasn’t long until they were both on the brink. He pushed her hand away and took over pleasuring her, thrusting two fingers into her pussy and using his thumb to rub her clit. It wasn’t long until she came with a little scream, and buried her face into her pillow to stifle her cries. Her ass clamped down around his cock, and with a groan he released a volley of cum deep into it.

Exhausted, she collapsed on the bed taking him with her, and they lay in a sweaty, oily, gasping heap. After a few minutes her ass relaxed enough for him to slip out of her, and she protested quietly. He chuckled in her ear and held her tight, suggesting that maybe a quick shower was in order.

As they soaped each other up, stroking, tickling, and nuzzling as the water streamed down on them, she asked if he was feeling better. As he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her, she knew that was all the answer she needed.

The Seduction of Elise - Part IV

Click here for Part I, Part II, and Part III.

Elise was excited and a little giddy about her shopping trip with Adam. He’d called her earlier in the week to get her dress size and measurements, and she was curious to see what he had in store for her. At 6:45 she began to close up and by 7:00 was outside her store, which was locked up tight.

Adam drove up and leaned over to open the passenger door, and she slipped into the seat. After a quick kiss she sat back and buckled her seatbelt. They drove to the part of town that every city has...a little seedy, usually catering to the artists and those with alternative lifestyles.

They pulled in front of a shop selling a variety of leather goods, including clothing. As they entered Elise couldn’t help but gaze over the racks of crops, whips, paddles, straps, and other accoutrements. They headed to the back of the store where the more expensive items were kept and were met by the manager, an older, bearded, and heavily tattooed man that warmly greeted Adam, and introduced himself to her as George.

“Dr. Walther! It’s always so nice to see you, sir. I’ve put the items you requested in dressing room three. Please let me know if there’s anything you need.”

“Thank you, George. It’s much appreciated,” Adam smiled, and led Elise to the rear of the store where the dressing rooms were. She drew back the curtain, and was faced with a rack of assorted dresses. Adam came up behind her and murmured, “I’m sure not all of these will be your style. I just had George pull what he thought would fit from the information you gave me. But give them a try, and let’s have a little fun.”

She looked through some of the dresses and giggled. She couldn’t wait to see what some of the wilder garments would look like. Adam stepped out, and she undressed to try on the first dress. She glanced at the signs in the dressing room and let out a laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“The signs in here…’Only ONE person in the dressing room at a time!’, ‘Underwear MUST remain on while trying on clothes!’, ‘All garments WILL be inspected upon return!’, and ‘Dressing rooms CAN be monitored at any time!’…I’m guessing they’ve had issues with some hanky panky in here in the past.”

She finished putting on the first dress - a tawdry looking halter dress with lots of studs and chains - and stepped out of the room to get Adam’s input. His look of dismay caused another fit of laugher from her. He pointed her back into the dressing room, and she removed that one and tried on the next. That dress got a similar reaction, so she went back in to try on another one.

The next couple didn’t fit at all, so she skipped showing Adam those. A couple of the dresses weren’t leather but latex, and she dismissed those as well. They were far too tight and sticky. And then…she saw it.

“Are you alive in there?” Adam inquired.

“Sorry, the last couple didn’t fit. But if the one I’m looking at does, I think we’ve found it.”

“I can’t wait to see it.”

She slipped the dress on. It was a cap sleeved, black leather cheongsam style dress, with red leather piping and frog closures, and was embroidered with black silk thread and lined in red silk. It had a high mandarin collar that buckled in the back, a modest keyhole opening in the front, and a very deep keyhole in the back. It was cut so low that her purple lace boyshorts were peeping out. The length was to just below the knees, and it was scandalously slit up both sides to mid hip.

With bright eyes, she pulled the curtain aside and stepped out. Adam let out a low whistle, and smiled appreciatively. He motioned for her to spin around and nodded his approval. As she admired it in the three-way mirror, Adam came up behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders. She met his eyes, and noticed the wolfish smile on his face.

“All I want to do right now is lift up the back of this skirt, and turn your bottom the same lovely shade of red as that lining. So you’d best take it off before I do it, and get us kicked out of the store.”

Elise wiggled her hips back into him, and he grinned.  He gave her a swat on the behind and scooted her back towards the dressing room. She laughed and went in to change, and then they carried the dress to the counter.

“Now…shoes,” Adam led her to the shoe section, and they perused the selection. After a few minutes of looking he called her over, “How about these?”

Elise walked over, and saw him holding a pair of simple red leather pumps with a slight platform, and high spike heel. They had a wide ankle strap with a silver buckle and a sturdy ring. She sat down and tried on a pair in her size. She managed the heels well and took a graceful turn in them, surprised that they were more comfortable than they looked.

“They’re perfect!” she exclaimed.

“Wonderful. Why don’t you wander around while I pay for this, and then we’ll go get something to eat.”

“Are you sure I can’t…”

Adam put a finger on her lips, “This is on me. Trust me, showing you off in this outfit will be all the payment I need,” he leaned and kissed her, “among other things,” he winked, and headed to the counter.

After they left, he took her to a small diner nearby. It wasn’t much to look at, but it was clean and the food was greasy and delicious. As they laughed and chatted through dinner, she was seeing a relaxed and more humorous side to Adam, and found it very appealing.

On the drive home, things were quiet but comfortable. When they got to Elise’s, Adam retrieved her things from the trunk of the car, and then he walked her up to her apartment. She invited him in for a drink, and he accepted. Once they settled on the couch, his countenance became more serious once again.

“Elise, I wanted to talk to you about Saturday.”

She turned to him, “I’m glad you brought that up to be honest. I’m very curious…and a little nervous.”

“The place we’re going is a private club, owned by a dear old friend of mine. As you may have guessed, it is BDSM themed, and you will be going there as my submissive partner. I know on the sheet you gave me, you said you weren’t comfortable with doing any sort of play in public, and I want to assure you that will not happen.”

She nodded, and he saw that she was noticeably relieved.

“We are going there mostly to observe. I want to watch how you react to the things you see, so I’ve reserved a private observation room for us. We’ll be able to see other members, but they won’t be able to see us.”

“I’m guessing they know they might be being watched?”

“Oh yes. They get off on that sort of thing.” She tried not to smile, and shook her head a little. Adam put a finger under her chin, and lifted her head so that she was looking at him, “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine, I’m just a little overwhelmed by it all.”

He leaned in and kissed her, “Don’t be nervous,” he whispered, “I’ll be there with you all the way.”

Elise let out a little gasp as he entwined his fingers in her hair, and pulled her head back to expose her neck. His lips trailed down one side, then back up the other. When he reached her ear he growled, “Go to the bedroom, get undressed, and wait for me there.”

At his words, she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. He leaned back and she got up to do as he’d said. He walked into the kitchen and got another drink for himself, and after he figured she’d had enough time, he followed her.

He found her standing naked and still by the bed, obviously unsure of what to do. He glanced at her bed and smiled. The craftsman styled headboard was slatted, and perfect for what he had in mind. He walked up behind her, and ran his hands from her shoulders down her arms. He gripped her wrists and lifted her arms settling them behind his head.

She leaned back into him slightly as his hands began to explore her body, taking in her luscious curves. He cupped her breasts, drawing lazy circles around her nipples with his fingers. Suddenly he pinched them fairly hard.

Elise let out a little “Oh!”, and ground back against him. It had hurt a bit, but it also caused a rush of pleasure to go straight to her core. She pulled him a little closer, and he dragged her hair to the side, and lightly bit her neck.

“Do you have any scarves?” he asked.

She turned to face him, and he cocked an eyebrow at her and smirked. Wordlessly, she went over to her bureau and rummaged in the top drawer, and pulled some out.  She handed them to him, and waited. He was pleased…she was trying so hard to remain calm, but he could tell by her breathing and the blush on her cheeks that there was some inner turmoil going on inside her.

“Lie on the bed, and put your hands over your head.”

She did as he ordered, and he walked over and soon had her hands secured to the headboard. She had one leg bent, and slightly crossed over the other, showing her vulnerability. Seeing her this way aroused him greatly, and he began to undress. She watched him intently with equal parts lust and apprehension.

Now as naked as she, he joined her on the bed and lay down next to her. He lightly ran his fingers up and down her torso, feeling the muscles flutter under her skin.

“What is your safe word, my dear?”

Elise had expected this question to come up, and had tried to think of something simple, but not something that would be said often during sex, “I’ve decided on lemon.”

“Lemon,” he repeated, “That should be easy enough to remember.” He pried her legs apart, and adjusted so that he kneeling between them, “You look so beautiful bound, my pet. I’ve wanted to see you like this for a long time.”

He bent over and kissed her gently, and began to move his mouth down her body. He latched onto one nipple and sucked on it, varying the pressure until she was squirming underneath him. He then moved to the other and repeated his actions. He trailed a line of kisses down her belly, stopping to tongue her little belly button.

He grabbed her hips, and held her tightly until she stilled. Spreading her legs even wider, he dipped his head until he was at eye level with her pretty pussy. Using his thumbs, he outlined her now puffy outer lips, and observed the moisture that trickled out from between them. Very slowly he licked it up, using just the tip of his tongue, and he heard her let out a shaky breath. He smiled, blew softly, and felt her shudder.

Adam continued to tease, kissing, nibbling, and licking her everywhere except directly on her clit. She was flushed, dripping, and considering the noises she was making, he was driving her crazy. Elise tried desperately to close her legs around his head, but a light slap on her inner thigh stopped her quick. He kept this up for almost half an hour, until he heard her sob. He looked up at her, and saw two tears slowly tracking down her cheeks.

“Is something wrong, my sweet girl?”

All she could say was “Oh please, oh please…”

“Please what?”

She took a deep breath, “Please, let me come.”

He chuckled, “You’re getting closer, try again.”

Elise was crying in earnest now, “Please, Sir…will you let me come?”

“Good girl…let me see what I can do.”

He lowered his head, and began to circle her clit with his tongue. Her hips lifted off the bed in response, and he took advantage of that to wrap his arms around her thighs to hold her still and sucked on it hard, causing her to cry out. He then nibbled lightly on it, and Elise nearly went out of her head.

Adam finally decided to take mercy on her, and alternated between gently sucking it, and lightly flicking his tongue across it until he felt her stiffen. Just as she was on the brink of a massive climax, he stopped.

Elise began to cry again, and he moved quickly up her body, shoving his hard cock into her in one swift motion. He ground his hips against her giving her clit the last bit of friction it needed to drive her over the edge. She locked her legs around him, and came with a little scream, clenching the walls of her pussy around his cock as he rocked it in and out of her.

Now more concerned with his own pleasure, he began to fuck her hard. She did her best to meet his thrusts, but he could tell she was nearly insensate. To get her to focus, he bit her lightly on her ear, and she turned her head towards him.

“Such pretty tears, my pet,” he whispered, “you are mine now. Do you understand?”

She nodded, and he kissed her, and thrust into her again and again, building up her pleasure as he took his own.

“Come for me, Elise…come for me, my gorgeous little slut.”

His words seemed to awaken something in her, and her motions became more precise. He knelt up, and plunged his cock into her, while using his thumb to rub her clit. She came again, more quietly this time, and her pussy milked his cock until he came with a groan, filling her with his cum.

He looked down at Elise. Her skin was mottled and covered with a sheen of sweat. Her hair was spread across the pillow and her mascara had streaked her face. She was straining against her bindings and still weeping a little, so he reached up and untied the scarves, and she lowered her hands slowly, covering her face with them.

Adam moved alongside her, and gathered her in his arms. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear while he rubbed her back. He kissed her neck, and let her cry into his shoulder. Things had gotten a bit more intense for her than he had planned, and he mentally scolded himself for forgetting that she was new to all of this.

After a few minutes she calmed down and snaked her arms around his neck, and he pulled back to look at her, and wiped away the remains of her tears.

“Are you all right?” he asked, almost hesitantly.

Elise let out a hiccup, and nodded.

“You were perfect, my sweet girl. I pushed you hard tonight, but you were wonderful. Now, be honest with me…did you enjoy it?”

She looked up at him, and gave him a smile that was almost beatific, “It was amazing.”

He took one of her wrists in his hand and kissed her pulse point, and noting the dent left behind by the scarf, rubbed it gently, “This is just the beginning, Elise. We’re going to go on quite a journey together. Do you think you’re ready?”

She snuggled into him, and he held her tight. She kissed along his jaw up to his ear and whispered, “I am.”

The Seduction of Elise – Part III

Click here for Part I and Part II.

Elise woke up to the smell of coffee, and opened her eyes to see Adam at the bedside with a mug of it for her.  She took it gratefully, and while she sipped it he sat on the bed by her and stroked her leg which was peeking out of the coverlet.

Their eyes met, and he smiled, “Why don’t you take a shower, and meet me in the kitchen for some breakfast.”  Elise nodded, and he took the mug from her.  She slipped out of bed, and made her way to the bathroom while he sat back and enjoyed the view.

After the shower she felt so much better.  She slipped on the robe Adam had retrieved from the floor and laid on the bed for her.  The scent of bacon had her mouth watering, and led her to the spacious kitchen.  Adam had set up some casual place settings on the center island. She asked if she could help, and he laughed and shooed her over to a nearby stool.  He brought her some more coffee, and they chatted comfortably as he cooked up some scrambled eggs and toast.

Her stomach growled, and when Adam put the plate in front of her, she tucked in.  She wolfed the food down, then looked at him sheepishly when she realized that he was only partway through.  He grinned, “I guess last night’s activities made you hungry?”

She laughed, “I guess it did.”

“Would you like some more?” he teased.

She thought for a minute then asked, “Is there any more bacon?”

Adam chuckled, “Sure thing, help yourself.” 

Elise got a couple more strips of bacon from the counter, and nibbled on them while he finished his breakfast.

As he stood behind her to collect her plate, he leaned and growled in her ear, “I appreciate a woman with a good appetite.”

She felt a little shiver go through her.  It was a fairly innocuous thing to say, but the way he said it made her tingle.  She helped with the dishes, then they got dressed and Adam gave her a ride back to her place. He stopped out front of her building then turned to her, “So what are your plans for today?”

“Thankfully I don’t have any.  I was probably going to start putting together some new wine racks that I ordered.”

He looked at her intently, “I’d like you do me a favor.”

“Of course!”

“I want you to think about what we discussed last night, and make up a list for me of everything that you would like to try, have thought about trying but aren’t so sure of, and anything that would be totally off limits.  I have to go into the office for a while, but I thought that later this evening I could bring dinner by, and we could discuss it.”

Elise seemed puzzled so he continued, “Because you’re new to this sort of partnership, I want to be sure that we’re on the same page. In order for this relationship to work, I have to know what your limits are,” he took her face in his hands and his voice lowered, “I fully intend to push those limits, my dear…make no mistake.  But I need to know where to begin.”

She nodded, and looked at him with eyes wide as saucers.  He leaned in and kissed her hard, “I’ll come about 7:00 if that’s acceptable to you?”

“Yes, that’s fine,” she smiled at him, and stepped out of the car, “I look forward to it.”

After a quick change of clothes, Elise went down to the shop to put some of the new racks together.  The old ones were so beat up, and she had wanted to update the store a little, and figured that was the best way to start. 

As she worked, she thought about what Adam had asked her to do.  She was trying to work through how fast things had changed between them, and even though it had turned out to be exactly what she wanted, it was still hard to process.

She’d always considered herself a feminist, and a very confident and independent woman.  She’d been on her own since she was 18, had put herself through college, and had now inherited and was running a very successful little business.  Never in the scheme of things would she have figured that she’d be embarking in a sexual relationship where she’d basically be some man’s slave...where her needs would be secondary to his.

But Adam wasn’t just any man.  She felt a level of trust with him that she hadn’t known with anyone else.  He knew exactly what he was, and what he wanted, and had no compunction about going after it. And deep down inside herself she realized that this is what she wanted, and what she’d been looking for in prior relationships but hadn’t been able to find.

She didn’t know why she reacted the way she did to being dominated.  She’d had a conventional childhood.  She had no Daddy issues, she had never been abused.  But the times she’d asked her boyfriends to tie her up or to spank her, she’d felt a wildly increased level of arousal, and craved more.  But her prior lovers hadn’t shared that, and one had flat out refused and even broke up with her over it.

After lunch, she rummaged around for a pad and pencil, and sat down on the couch to do as Adam had asked.  She divided the page into three columns, and started writing.  When she was finished, she found that there was a lot fewer things in the “Maybe” and “No” columns than she had expected, and as she reviewed what she’d written, she began to play the scenarios in her head, and found herself getting aroused.

She shook it off, and put the list on the side table for later and went back to work.  At about 4:00 she was tired and dirty, and went upstairs to clean up the apartment a bit, then shower and change for dinner. 

Adam arrived promptly at 7:00, carrying bags of Chinese takeout.  He kissed her hello, and she got out some napkins and dishes.  She opened a bottle of wine, and they grabbed some chopsticks and sat at her small kitchen table trying all the different dishes, and chatting about how their days had gone.  The mood was light and comfortable, and once dinner was over and the food put away, she poured them some more wine and they moved over to the couch.

“So,” Adam asked, “did you do as I asked?”

Elise sat up and grabbed the pad from the table and handed it to him.  He settled back into the cushions, and put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close.  He read through the list a couple of times, and she noticed a small smile cross his lips.  When he was finished he tore the sheet off, folded it, and put it in his pocket.

He snuggled her close and kissed her on the top of the head, “I must say, I admire your willingness to try new things, and I think we have a wonderful adventure ahead of us. I have a place I would like to take you.  We can go next Saturday, but I’d like to take you shopping during the week in preparation for our date.  How does that sound to you?”

“That sounds fine.”

“Good.  Now, I hate to cut the evening short, but I have an early day tomorrow,” he stood, and helped her up. 

Elise was disappointed as she’d hoped that he’d stay the night, but she put on a brave face as she walked him to the door.  He took her in his arms and kissed her, leaving her breathless and weak in the knees.  “Pick you up on Wednesday at closing time?”

“Wednesday will be fine,” she whispered.

He tilted her head up so that she was looking him in the eye, “Elise, do you trust me?”

“I do.”

“Good.  Because as long as you’re in my care nothing will happen that you don’t want.” He gave her another quick kiss, and then he was gone.

The Seduction of Elise - Part II

Here is a link to Part I if you need it.

Elise heard his question, but it took a minute to register. She looked at him quizzically, “But why would I want to leave?”

Adam smiled, “Wait here just a moment. I’ll be right back.”

She leaned against the wall and gathered her wits. Adam returned promptly with a cozy white robe, which he wrapped around her. He picked up her dress, and led her to the living room where he sat her on the couch, and hung her dress in the hall closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked.

Elise nodded, and he went to the kitchen to get them some.

When he returned he handed her glass over, then sat down on the ottoman opposite her. He swirled his own wine thoughtfully a moment, then spoke quietly, “I suppose I should explain further. I have certain sexual proclivities that aren’t always considered acceptable in polite society. I simply don’t want to push you into anything you might be uncomfortable with. I’m far too fond of you to want to hurt you,” he glanced up at her and smiled slyly, “Unless of course, you want me to.”

As his words sunk in, Elise blushed and ducked her head, “Ah, so my intuition about you was correct. You’re a Dominant, aren’t you?”

“What was your first guess?”

She peeked up at him through her lashes, “Well, I’ve always gotten a certain vibe from you. Then there were the odd questions while we were dancing, and your actions in the hall just now sort of confirmed it for me.”

“Are you familiar with the lifestyle?”

“I’ve…done some reading.”

“Oh God, please tell me you didn’t read those silly ‘mommy porn’ books.”

She laughed, “No, I heard they were awful. But I’ve read some de Sade, “The Story of O”, and the “Sleeping Beauty” trilogy among others, and of course the internet can be a very wicked place.”

He ducked his head to look her in the eye, “And what was your opinion of these books? Did you enjoy reading them?”

She lifted her head and nodded, “Yes. And I’ve approached my boyfriends in the past about doing a little role-play, and enjoyed it very much. However they were never really that interested in it, and I was always left feeling…somehow unfulfilled.”

“I have to admit, I’m a bit surprised by this.”

Elise laughed, “Well, I am 32, and hardly a virgin after all.”

Adam smiled, “I guess not. Still, I have to say I find these confessions of yours encouraging. Now, I’m not looking for a needy little supplicant that mopes around and just does what I tell her. For this kind of relationship to work, I want a woman who’s intelligent and comfortable in her own skin. There’s no contract that I’d ask you to sign, and I would never force you to stay if you didn’t want to, and most of all I would need you trust me…to be a partner in this venture.”

She nodded, “A yin to your yang, in other words.”

“Exactly…I’d need your light to counteract my darkness.”

Elise sipped her wine, and thought for a moment, “I’m not really that experienced…”

He leaned in and gave her a light kiss, “You don’t need to be. You just have to be willing to give it a try. Would you like to?”

With a boldness that surprised even her, Elise put her wine on the side table, took Adam’s hand, and placed it at the juncture between her thighs. He groaned just a little as he felt how wet she was. 

Her breath quickened, “Does that give you my answer well enough?”

Adam put his wine glass beside hers on the table, and he reached over to tug at her panties. She lifted her hips, and he slid them down her stockinged legs. “Yes it does," he replied, "and tonight, we won’t play roles. Tonight we’ll just be lovers.”

He knelt in front of her, and spread her legs, running his hands up her thighs. She slid forward a little, and he soon was separating her inner lips with his fingers. He leaned in, and placed little kisses on her smooth mound, and flicked his tongue against her clit. He worked his hands under her legs, and cupped her ass, pulling her closer. He explored her sex with his tongue, working around it in circles, occasionally sucking her clit between his lips.

Her little mewls of pleasure delighted him, and he kept up his teasing. With one hand, he rubbed her little nub, while he explored her pussy with his tongue. Soon his ministrations had her quaking, and her hands tangled in his hair, encouraging him to get a little rougher. He acquiesced, and soon he had her crying out as her orgasm washed over her.

Adam undid the tie on her robe, and pulled it apart, exposing her. He wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her. Elise wanted to feel his skin against hers, and moved to unbutton his shirt, but let out a moan of frustration when she encountered his confounding shirt studs.

He laughed and stood, and helped her to her feet, “Come with me,” he whispered, and they headed towards his bedroom. He pulled down the spread, and gently sat her on the bed. She was about to remove her shoes and roll off her stockings when he stopped her, “No, those are so sexy…please leave them on.”

She shrugged, and sat watching him begin to undress. With practiced ease he undid the studs and cufflinks of his shirt, and once they were put away she stood, slipped off the robe, and walked over to him.

“Please…let me?”

He chuckled, and she smiled up at him. She undid the last few buttons of his shirt, and slid it off his shoulders. She ran her hands down his arms, and back up his chest, through his light chest hair. He rested his hands on her hips, and they kissed, pressing tight to each other. She could still taste her musk on his mouth, and let out a little groan. Quickly she unbuckled his belt, and undid his pants, shoving them down. She reached into his boxer briefs, and stroked his now rock hard cock.

Adam kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and walked the two of them over to bed, never breaking their kiss. The backs of her knees bumped against the edge, and she lost her balance and toppled over with a giggle. Adam quickly removed his underwear and socks and joined her on the bed, sliding his body on top of hers.

She felt his cock against her belly, and scooted back a little, wrapping her silky legs around him and moving her hips so it was aligned with her pussy. With a groan he slowly entered her, and her nails dug into his back. With a growl he pushed in a bit harder, and she lifted her hips to meet his. She gasped when he was fully inside her, and he rested against her for a moment before he began to draw out, and then plunge back into her.

They soon established a rhythm, and he ducked his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth. He continued to move in her as he sucked on it, and he felt her hand snake down between them to rub her clit. The mix of sensations soon had her coming with a shout, and he felt her pussy contract around him. He picked up his pace, and she held on tighter as he pounded inside of her. With a growl he came, releasing a volley of cum.

Elise held him tightly against her, and buried her face in his neck. They rested together that way for a moment, and then she pushed him gently off of her, and onto his back. She excused herself for a moment, and went into the adjoining bathroom. Adam heard the water running in the sink, and she came back a moment later with a wet, warm washcloth. She used it to wipe him clean, then replaced the cloth with her mouth. She ran her tongue around the crown of his cock, and wrapped her lips around his still hard shaft. She cradled his balls gently with one hand, and began to bob her head, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him. Adam let out a groan, and brushed her hair aside so that could watch her work. 

Unbeknownst to her, he’d fantasized about her much the way she had about him. He’d get himself off imagining tying her down, teasing her body until her skin flushed and she begged him to let her come. About taking a paddle to her luscious ass until it was bright pink, then burying his cock in her soft folds. Cuffing her hands behind her, and having her kneel in front of him, and suck him off.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head up. She let him go with a little popping sound, and she moved up on the bed to straddle him. She worked her pussy along his length, and the warm wetness of it inflamed him.

He grabbed her hips, and maneuvered her pussy over him, and she slid down his length and encased him in her heat. She undulated on top of him, moving her hips sensually up and down. It was slow, and excruciatingly sweet, but as her own passion began to take over, she began to move more erratically. She leaned over him, her nipples brushing his chest, and he stroked his fingers down her back.

“Baby, I want to fuck you from behind,” he whispered in her ear. She nodded, and moved off of him to the other side of the bed, and waited expectantly, subconsciously wiggling her ass just the slightest bit. It took everything he had to not to warm it with his hand. Instead he lined up his cock with her slick opening, and thrust forward.

Her arms buckled slightly, and as he began to piston into her, she let out a guttural moan. Soon her moans turned to incoherent begging, and she began to push back and meet his thrusts with her own. Their bodies slapped together, and she clutched him tightly inside her. This time they came together, perfectly in synch.

Elise was spent. She’d come more in one night than she had in weeks, and could barely hold herself up anymore. Adam pulled out of her and lay back, and she kicked off her shoes, and snuggled her body up against his, and promptly fell asleep. He pulled the spread over them, and grabbed a remote from the night table, and dimmed the lights in the room.

Yes, he’d dreamt about this many times, but reality was turning out to be so much better.