Continued from here.
I disappeared from his life and into the arms of another man; if you didn't already know, men generally don't like that.
After almost a year from the last time I had seen him and let himself have his way with me I agreed to meet him for dinner. In the middle of the dining room, he took my face in his hands, held me tight and close to his own face as he spoke me, the tears almost welling up in my eyes from fear,
"What you did made me very angry, very pissed off. I wanted you and you just went off to someone else, someone we know now would hurt you and cause you pain. Yes, I was very upset at you little girl."
When I looked him in the eyes after dinner when he realized I wasn't going back to his bed with him, his face fell and a dazed expression crossed it. As I walked away in my platform heels across the asphalt, I could feel his angry eyes boring into my flesh trying to will me to trot back toward him and confess my mirrored desire for his body and my need to surrender to him.
It wasn't a power game, I had just decided before ever stepping out my front door that I would keep my clothes on and my legs closed...for the time being. There had been so much electricity when we had coupled before and I wasn't prepared mentally or physically for the crash of it all again.
Episode Two/Day One:
I felt ripples go through my body months later as I walked down that same hallway that haunted my fantasies from so long ago. The long drive over had prepared me, but when I took off my dress to change in front of him before leaving to go out for a drink and a bite, standing only in a black lace thong I could only try to prepare myself for what was to come. He stood behind me, his strong hands on my shoulders, massaging deep. I could feel his presence behind me, his heat and I was thrilled with the fear of it.
After dinner, I laid my head on his chest on the couch while we talked but soon enough his hands were on me and then his lips to. They traced pathways along my face, my lips, my neck, me breasts, my nipples and I was slipping away. He knelt to the floor and pushing up my chiffon dress, began to lick at my amazingly slick kitten, his tongue on my clit making my back arch and soft sounds to emanate from my throat.
He knelt up, abandoning my kitten for the time being. He kissed me with an aching passion, his lips harsh, trying to pull the desire from my very core. His hand came to rest lightly on my throat until he added pressure, making darkness cover my consciousness. When I came to, the world was hazy, my breath coming like no pleasure I've had before, my hands tingling, my chest heaving and my head rolling from side to side, my mouth open taking air like a deprived being.
My whole body was alight with sensation as if none had come before. The fear of it making my heart pulse as if it had never before lived deep within my chest, beating its constant rhythm. I moaned form the wonder of it all.
He took me down again into the dark, his fingertips on my clit. When I came back to the light, the blood rushing back to my brain like a gift from above, I shuddered whole-body from way down deep. My whole body ached and that pain brought forth such a force of desire that I felt helpless before it.
In that moment, I was all sex and sensation.
He pulled me up, I stripped and after applying wrist cuffs and mounting them in the door frame, I stood naked in my seven inch heels my ass out and my frame shaking with sexual tension as I stood before him restrained and at his will. The strap of the bit in my mouth circled my head as I bit down to try to relieve this tortured need within me. Moments later his cat-o-nine flushed my ass and my back as he rained it down bringing moans and inner quakes of passion. His voice was thick with need,
"Look at that gorgeous body and those sexy heels.You are so hot baby."
I moaned behind the bit and laid my forehead against the door with frustration.
In the bed I laid out, legs apart as per his wishes,
"When you're with me you keep your legs spread as far apart as you can at all times."
I shook with apprehension, imagining my sensitive little cleft being exposed to whatever his devious mind could think up.
His mouth lit upon my kitten once more, this time in long, heated strokes that tried to cull the passion from my center. He spoke between licks,
"Now remember my one rule baby girl, you ask to come and then you thank your Sir when he gives you a nice little orgasm."
My brain flip-flopped.
The one thing that crashes my orgasm train is having to ask permission, the expectations so high and not being able to just let things happen. Even with that floating over me I let myself relax and just let it go, I would enjoy myself and let him enjoy me as much as possible regardless.
I kept lurching so near the edge as his tongue, his fingers worked against me, throwing pleasure through my entire frame and yet that small bit of knowledge, even once he recanted on it, held me back like an invisible veil separating me from that final ecstasy. Somehow the tension within me even enhanced everything and refocused it on his body, his pleasure.
Many more times he took me down to the darkness, once more so deeply that I had to pull myself back to the living by listening to his voice coaching me,
"Breathe little girl, breathe."
I had to force my mind to remember do to and once I did everything around me popped into being as if it wasn't there before it was all taken away from me. My body shook against my will and I uttered sounds I hadn't allowed to come out. My body was possessed with its own business of living and my blissed out mind was nowhere to be found.
Again he took me and shattered me to the core, his body pressed tight to mine. I swooned, I sighed and moaned. It was like before but not and in so many ways those two colliding facts only enhanced things.
Later as I slept with my hands cuffed and tied with the same dark, silken rope I slept again but awoke periodically as if my body was shocked to feel his body curled around my own. I slept and dreamed and it was all darkness.
Episode Two/Day Two:
The morning was bright and the room was white all around me. I felt the morning when it came creeping but didn't stir from half-sleep until his hands overtook my body and willed it to wake, to obey his desires for it and will it to be his.
He was all over me, inside of me and wrapped around me. When he wasn't using my body, he stroked it, and spoke to me, asking me as many questions as he answered. He traced all of my curves hundreds of times, finding all over my valleys and furrows,
"I can't keep my hands off of you."
As he took me from behind during our third or fourth session of the morning, he spanked the side of my ass with such force that it willed me into my submissive head-space, my mouth overtook my restraint and I cried out,
"Thank you Daddy!"
He murmured his delight at my response and followed that spank with more than a dozen others, each time warranting my thanks. I nearly sobbed as he took me deep and hard, my hands grasping the sheets to keep my hold on my own inner balance.
After he had had me again until he was satiated, and I could sense the pillow time was over. He stood and the moment was over, it was if he had realized he had let me get to him but now it was time to take back over and live as he always did and comport himself with his usual dignity.
Later after lunch and walking by his side, the wind whipping my skirt about me, I felt that things could either dissappear again or they could hold to me, become a part of me and I felt unresolved.
Before I left him, I knelt at his feet like he always liked though I hadn't felt the desire to do so since the year before. He smiled and said,
"It's not that hard is it?"
Deep inside the answer was "yes" but I just smiled and nuzzled my face against him trying to push away the painful thoughts of what it would mean to truly give myself over to someone again.
The theme of our passion remained within my own mind that of keeping my soft, delicate inner core to myself while letting him have his way with all the other parts of me. When I was alone at home once again and without his arms and his hands and his lips and his voice I was glad that I had kept at least that tiny part to myself.
I was glad I still had me at the end of giving myself away...but I still had the delightful ache to remind me of that solely physical submission and that was delicious.