I arrived at his townhouse at 9 PM. Tonight was just sex, amazing sex, but only sex. I changed into the requested outfit as I sat in the parking lot. My hands were shaking as I walked to his door and knocked.
He opened the door and looked me over. “Very nice, little miss. Come in. Would you like a drink?”
I shook my head, my tongue swiping my dry lips. “No thank you.”
“Come into my lair then.” He grinned and snagged my hand, pulling me into his house. He stopped in the living room and turned to me. “Wait here.”
I bit my bottom lip and put my hands behind my back, twisting nervously. My fingers fluttered to my throat, my pulse thrummed through my veins, anticipation, nervousness.
He sat in a deep, worn armchair. “Crawl to me,” he said, with dark eyes.
My heart skipped a beat, then two, as I waited to find out if I would dare follow his orders. I lowered a few inches, then a few more, until his fierce stare gaze made me drop the rest of the way. Heat suffused my body, followed by a wave of cold humiliation as I crawled toward him. Would submission feel like degradation? I stopped before him, looking at his denim covered shins.
“Kneel there.” I eased up on my knees, my feet tucked under my ass.
Brad grabbed my chin and pulled me to meet his gaze as he studied me. I smoothed my hands over my top and skirt. Did I pass the unspoken test?
“Nervous, miss?”
“Yes, uh, Sir?” What was I to call him?
“Since you enjoyed it so much last night, you can call me Mr. Nash.” I sighed with relief that he could read my mind. “It adds a nice layer of naughtiness and submission.”
He got it. He got me. A smile crept onto my face. He held me from ducking my head.
“You look very nice, miss. Exactly what I imagined.”
“Thank you, Mr. Nash.”
“You still need a spanking for last night’s transgressions.”
I gulped, biting my lower lip and fiddling with my skirt. I had thought about spanking most of the day. Even tried it to find out how much it hurt.
“Never been spanked?”
“As a kid, but never…”
“By a lover.”
I exhaled. Brad Nash, my lover. It felt grown up and illicit. I shook my head. “I tried it on myself earlier today.” My cheeks heated and my eyes darted away.
HIs thumb stroked my cheek and he smiled. “Did you? How did it feel?”
“It hurt a little. Most of it made me tingle.” My hand pressed down between my thighs as they came together.
“Did you touch yourself today?”
“Yes.” Twice, but I kept that to myself.
“I would have liked to watch. Another time. Up on my lap now. Feet and hands on the floor.”
He guided me face down over his knees. I closed my eyes as I balanced over him, my ass in the air. My stomach fluttered as he lifted my skirt. He stroked my underwear, red satin. “Very lovely arse.”
“Since you are new, I want to warm you before I deliver your punishment.”
“I trust you.” The words fell out of my mouth before I thought.
“That is one of the nicest things you could say. Before, if it’s too much for you, you must tell me.”
“Safe words.”
“I thought this was your first time?”
“I’ve read the books,” I muttered.
“Ah, so you know, red to stop, yellow to slow down, green if you are good. I want to push your limits, not break you.”
“Red to stop, green means go.”
“Do not grit through it. I am trusting you to communicate your limits. It’s not a competition.”
I wanted to get started, so the tension would dissipate. “I’ll do my best, Sir.”
“Good girl. Are you ready?”
No as I didn’t know what his warm up would entail. Safe words, I reminded myself as I ignored the prickle of apprehension crawling up my neck. “Yes, Mr. Nash. I’m ready.”
The first slaps on my ass were so light it was more like patting me on the bottom, but they got harder as time ticked on. He stopped when they were not stinging. “Why am I punishing you, Kylie?”
“For calling you Mr. Nash.”
“For disobeying. Do you like being hurt, Kylie?”
“No, Sir.”
“Will you disobey me again?”
“No, Mr. Nash.” I wanted to laugh when I said his name because he punished me for using the title. If I laughed, would it add more punishment? Or perhaps he would stop. I wanted him to hit me so we could finish. The idea was turning me on, and if he delayed any further, I might rub myself against him. “I’m ready.”
The first spank made me jump and squeal. I wanted to rub the spot, but I kept myself balanced. “Nineteen more.” His hand slapped my ass as a punctuation mark. He counted as he spanked me, I squealed each time.
After ten, he rubbed my tender skin. “Safe words, miss?”
I took a moment to realize he was checking in with me. He wanted to punish me, but only if I was okay. His hand slid down between my legs, rubbing my pussy. I closed my legs and rubbed against him. I couldn’t help it.
“Am I turning you on?”
“A little,” I squeaked.
His finger slid under the crotch of my panties and between my pussy lips. “A little? Seems like more than a little, Kylie.”
He pulled his hand away and it was suddenly in front of my face. He rubbed it against my lips. “See how soaked you are?”
“Yes.”
“Are you still a little aroused Kylie?”
“I’m very turned on, Mr. Nash.” I wished I could see him. It was too difficult to charm him laying face down on his lap..
“Lick my finger clean, Kylie.” I followed his orders. “What did you say about enjoying pain?”
“I said I didn’t like it sir. But no one as sexy as you has ever spanked me. I didn’t know it would turn me on.”
“You didn’t think I would punish you. Now you know. And you know pain arouses you. I will spank you harder. Say green when you are ready.”
I took a slow, shaky breath. “Ready. Green.”
He lied when he said he would spank me slightly harder. He spanked me much harder. At first I squealed, but I became accustomed, and the final three made me moan.
He rubbed my sore ass. “That’s a good girl,” he crooned. “You can get up when you are ready, but don’t move too fast.”
I lifted my head. “Can you help me to the floor? I’m not steady enough to stand.”
With his help, I eased onto the floor at his feet. I leaned on his knees, my breathing calming. “That was lovely.” He dug his hand into my hair and massaged my scalp.
“We have a lot to talk about.”
“I thought this was about getting naked.”
“It can be. I want more from you.”
I wasn’t used to bluntness. More? What more? How much more? I wanted to fuck him and I figured that would be it. I wet my lips and he tugged my head, so I was looking at him.
“We’ll take it one day at a time. I won’t cry if you say no, Kylie. There’s an attraction between us and I want to explore it.”
That laid the age difference between us so plainly, so black and white. He wasn’t a boy looking for a play thing.
He tightened his grip on my hair, his other hand cupped my breast. “You respond so beautifully to me. Do you want to learn what you are capable of?”
He was a man looking for a play thing and I wanted to be his toy. I bit my bottom lip. “We’d have to keep it secret. For now. I wouldn’t want Dwight pounding on your door.”
“If you prefer. You are a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions.” I wasn’t sure his description fit me, as I was still in college and living at home. But he made me want to be that woman.
“I am.” I stretched on my legs. “I want more too.”
He pulled me forward and kissed me. “Can you submit to me, Kylie?”
I’d read books on submission and Domination. Sexy books. Books that made me long for someone to spank me like Mr. Nash had done, for someone to order me around, for someone to make me want to submit.
“I’ll try. I’ve never... “I swallowed everything I was afraid to say. Could I engage in a secret submissive affair? I’d dated my fair share, I’d had enough sex to know what I liked and didn’t like. Brad’s offer was on an entirely different level. I’d never felt less like the grown woman in charge of herself.
“We’ll go slow. Submission is a journey, one step at a time. As long as you remember your safe words and use them when you need.” His voice was firm, but somehow the commands were gentle.
“Yes, Mr. Nash.”
“Remove your shirt, Kylie. I want to see what I won.”
“You won?” My hands trembled as I pushed the buttons through their holes.
“You’re kneeling here at my feet. I’d say I won.” He brushed his fingers over my cheek.
“I think we both won.” Heat suffused me as I recalled his mouth on me last night. “Did you lose on purpose last night?”
“Of course not.” The pleased smile on his face led me to believe otherwise.
I pulled my arms one at a time from my shirt and dropped it. I waited for his next command, sexy and exposed.
“Take off your bra.” I spent ten minutes deciding which color bra to wear and whether I should go with a push up. I chose the black lacy one, not a push up. It dropped to the floor with my shirt.
His fingers massaged my scalp. “Good girl.” He leaned back. “Tease your nipples.”
I cupped my breasts and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples, then pinched them gently between my index finger and thumb.
He smiled, eyes intent on my fingers. “I appreciate seeing a new lover touch themselves. I learn how they enjoy being touched. Come sit on my lap and kiss me, my little miss.”
I was hardly little. My head was spinning. So much, so fast. I stumbled to my feet and sat on his lap. Brad kissed me, his tongue swirled mine. His hand covered my breast, massaging the flesh. His lips pulled from mine and closed around the nipple. I moaned when his tongue flicked over the nub.
He pulled away and lavished attention on the other breast. His hand slid up my leg and brushed against my panties where it stretched over my pussy. I tried to move my hips so I could get a harder touch, but he pulled away.
“You’re being a bad girl now.” He pinched my inner thigh. I winced. I was a bad girl. He was teasing me and seemed in no hurry to fuck me.
“You’re teasing me.” My mouth formed into a perfect pout.
“And I’ll continue to tease you as long as I want. You already agreed.” He pinched my nipple. “Got it?”
I nodded, looking down out of shame. “Sorry.”
He twisted the nipple and I yelped. “It’s my job to teach you. Tell me about your previous sexual experience.”
What did he want to know? I bit my bottom lip and looked at his legs.
“Look at me, Kylie. When was your first sexual experience?” He teased my nipple, light twists, gentle caresses. I forced my eyes upward.
“I had my first kiss and grope stuff around fifteen. My first sexual experience was at eighteen, and I’ve dated, had serious boyfriends. I’ve had sex, but not like this.”
“Like what?”
My face heated. He would make me spell it out. “Kinky. Pain and teasing.”
He pinched hard and twisted my nipple. “Like this?”
I nodded, whimpering the only sound I could manage. He rubbed the sore spot, not letting me soothe myself.
“Like betting oral sex at your step-father’s poker table?”
I smiled. “That was a first.”
“What about anal sex? Has anyone fucked your fine ass, little miss Kylie?”
My mouth dropped open. I’d never considered, never been asked. I shook my head.
“So you like oral, you might enjoy spanking and pain. You’re fucking gorgeous on my floor, kneeling between my legs. And you soaked your panties.”
My head dropped again. “Yes.”
“Eyes on me, miss. All I thought about since last night is putting my cock in your hot, wet cunt.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
“Is that what you thought about while you touched yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Come and sit on my knee and tell me. See how far you get into the fantasy before I make you come. Remove your panties. I don’t want to see your panties in my house again.”
My eyes were wide as I looked at him.
“I want access to your cunt whenever you are here.” Would there be more?
I pressed my legs together.
“Get up here before I spank you for disobedience again.”
I scrambled to my feet and shed my panties. He gathered my skirt around my waist and then pulled me onto his lap. “Lean against me and tell me what you fantasized about.”
I closed my eyes and rested on his solid chest. One hand curled around my breast, the other was warm over my pussy.
Talk out loud about what I fantasized about? While his erection pressed against the small of my back, his hands were all over me.
“Take a deep breath.”
I followed his instructions. “I thought about if I had lost the poker game. Getting on my knees under the table, wrapping my mouth around your cock.” My voice trailed off. What did I think about next?
“Did I come in your mouth?” The flat of his fingers ran across my slit.
“Yes.”
“Do you swallow come Kylie?”
“I have, I don’t like to. But in my fantasy I wanted to please you.”
“I would like to come in your mouth and you drink it.” His fingers parted my pussy lips and traced around my clit. “What else?”
“Then you took off my shirt and played with my breasts.”
He twisted my nipple while his finger brushed over my clit. “Yes, good girl.”
“Then you took off my panties and touched my pussy. Then you pushed me onto the table face down, my ass in the air and you fucked me.”
He slid a finger inside me. I moaned, his thumb pressed against my clit. “How did I fuck you?”
“Hard, fast.” He thrust his fingers faster, his thumb harder. “Like that. You could fuck me. I brought condoms.” My body shuddered, pulling my hips.
“I’m not done with you yet, Miss. I want you to come.”
“That was the end of my fantasy. I was already aroused, so I didn’t need much to get off.”
“Then focus on my fingers.” I rocked my hips in time with strokes, and he stilled. I fucked his fingers while he teased my clit and wished he was inside me. With a whimper, I came hard, three deep shudders, then I sank against him.
“Good girl.” He pulled his hands away from me. I turned and saw him licking his fingers off. “Wanted to see if you tasted as good as I recalled.”
I wanted to ask if I did, but I couldn’t get it out.
“You do. But now it’s my turn to feel your mouth, then I will fuck you.” He tweaked my nipples once more. “On your feet for a moment.”
I jumped up and stepped away.
“Clasp your hands behind your back,” he instructed. After I did that, and my breasts were on display, he stripped his clothes off. He was in good shape. Great body. I wanted to run my tongue along his ab muscles.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He smiled. “Are your knees sore?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good. Back on your knees over here.”
I kneeled at his feet again. His fingers massaged my scalp. My eyes bounced from his face to his cock, looking impressive. His free hand curved around his dick and stroked. My pussy clenched.
“Your turn.”
My hand shook as I reached for him. I squeezed lightly and stroked my hand along the ridges. Imagining it in my mouth, in my pussy, made me moan.
His hand on the back of my head encouraged me forward. I opened my mouth and sucked him inside, pushing my tongue along the underside. He guided me deeper until I resisted, then he let go.
I bobbed my head along his length until his thighs tightened against my arms. His hand grabbed my head and pulled me off. “Too much foreplay.”
His hand grabbed my upper arm and pulled us both to standing. “Should I grab my condoms?”
“I have a pack in the bedroom.” He pulled deeper into his place, into his sanctuary. I once went into his bedroom when I babysat. It was forbidden then, but thrilling. And it was similar now. But he was naked and I was almost naked.
Brad pulled me against him, his mouth coming down on mine hard, his tongue hot and fast. He pulled my skirt down, leaving me naked in front of him. He eased me on the bed. His lips traveled down my body, searing my breasts, my stomach.
He plunged two fingers into my pussy. “I don’t know if I’ll last inside with you this wet and hot.” His body heat left me and my chest heaved. He rolled the condom along his length. “This makes me feel as young as you are.”
I smiled. I would ask him later if the age difference bothered him. It didn’t seem too much. His feelings for me were clear as he settled between my thighs. Then he was inside me.
He held my hips, his fingers digging so hard as he pounded me. It relieved me he had the same drive I did. Wanting release, wanting an end to the teasing that lasted too long.
I wanted to please him, to find his release. I had come so many times and it was building again. My eyes squeezed close, as his grunts in my ear pushed me over the edge. My nails scraped down his arms. He nipped my neck, growling against my vulnerable skin when he came.
As we slowed and our skin cooled, I realized that the end of the night meant I must return home. And I didn’t know when I would see him next. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed closer.
He pulled back as I burst into tears. “Sub drop,” he said. He pulled me onto his lap and cradled me in his arms. “I got you.”
We rocked together until my tears subsided. “Sorry,” I sniffled.
“Don’t be sorry, you had an intense experience. I’ll be right back.” He set me on the bed and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders. Brad returned with a towel and wiped the tears from my face and then the arousal from between my legs.
Kissing my head, he held me again. “Better?”
“Yeah, I’m good. It was like you said, very intense.” I leaned against him. “In a very good way.”
“Good, I definitely want more with you Kylie. To find out what else you like, to get to know you.”
I nodded. “I’d like to get to know you too, but I have a busy schedule with school and friends.”
He rubbed my back. “I wouldn’t expect all of your attention, little miss. Not some kid who needs your life to revolve around me.”
I forgot our age difference. My fingers trailed across his cheek. “Okay. What about my parents?”
“You’re an adult. I’m an adult. We don’t have to tell anyone until we decide what we want long term. One day at a time.”
I nodded. “Okay, I can do that. I enjoyed myself until the crying.”
“Me too, I’m glad your first submissive experience was pleasant. I look forward to showing you more. For now, I don’t want to kick you out but I don’t want you to feel obligated to stay.”
I glanced at the clock. “I can stay longer, as you said I’m an adult and I don’t stay home often. My parents give me a lot of freedom.”
“Can I keep holding you until you’re ready to go?”
His soft question made me smile. “I’d like that.” Cuddled with Mr. Nash, my tummy fluttered. But it felt right, nice.
“Tell me about school.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder and he kissed my head while I explained what I was studying, and my career plans, and he updated me on his kids lives. And sometime later, too soon and too late, I drove myself home. I sat in the driveway looking at the dark house. Dating, Mr. Nash. Brad. I was walking a dangerous line, but one that was too exciting to ignore.
I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat and pushed open the car door. As I was climbing into bed, my phone beeped.
“Sleep well little miss sassy.”
I tapped out a reply. “I will, I hope you do too. I had a good time.”
Pulling the covers over my shoulder, I dropped my head on the pillow and fell asleep before I could think any more.
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