The Naughty Stuff (13 page)

From The Art of Submission

Dylan

“What else is in that cabinet?”
  Her eyes are wide and inquisitive.

“Come take a look.” I can’t deny her when she looks at me like that.
 

She walks towards the cabinet and proceeds to go through a few of the drawers, pulling things out as I explain what they are and how they’re used.
  Her cheeks glow with embarrassment at the sight of the different vibrators and plugs, and she quickly closes the drawer when faced with them, and I have to hold my laughter at the look on her face. 

In particular though, she seems very interested in the different restraints like the various cuffs, bondage tape, rope, blindfolds and surprisingly the collar.
My, my - Isabel does have a dark side
. With her curiosity piqued, she seems to have forgotten all about the belts. 

“Everything in here seems a bit… um… unused,” she says, looking around the room.

She’s right. It does need a good cleaning in here. Now I can approach her about my idea of cleaning it together and making it our own.

“Yes, it hasn’t been used in a while. I told you I’ve been out of this lifestyle for some time. I thought maybe we could… you know… clean the room together. Take out the things you don’t like. It would be like a fresh start in here, for both of us.”
Fuck
. I sound nervous, which I am.
Where the hell is my alter ego, damn it?

“I like that idea very much, Dylan,” she says sweetly and unblinking.

Yes
!
Nice work, Young.
She’s crookedly smiling at me and twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. Why the fuck is she doing that in here? She knows what it does to me. She picks up a blindfold and the wrist cuffs that she tried on only moments ago and holds them out to me. 
What is she doing?

“Can you use these on me? Right now,
please
…”

Fuck yes.
I’m always amazed at how quickly my cock can jump to attention at the hint of any sexual impropriety. Oh, sweet, polite little Isabel is begging to be bound and fucked?
Yes, I think I can accommodate her
.

Isabel

Dylan’s eyes light up and my heart leaps in my chest.
Yes – take me now, Dylan, I want to scream at him
.  He’s thinking about something, but he doesn’t say what. The contract maybe?  Whatever it is, it can wait;
I can’t.

He takes the wrist cuffs and blindfold and we head out of the room. Not in here? Is it because of the way I reacted earlier?

“Not in here. Not yet. Let’s go to Chapel Hill,” he says playfully.

When we get into his office, he points to his large leather couch and explains that the brand of the sofa is Chapel Hill. Oh, I get it now.
Very funny, Dylan. He sits down in the sofa and sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Undress for me, sweetheart.”

Holy hotness.
He looks absolutely lustful saying that to me and I feel myself getting wet at his term of endearment.
Damn it I love it when he calls me that
. His eyelids are heavy with desire and I can barely see the blue showing through his dark lashes. I walk over and dim the lights a bit hoping he won’t mind.

“I know what you’re doing, Isabel. I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, I want the lights on so I can see you.
All of you
.”

Leave it to Dylan to call me out on that. I walk back over, stand in front of him and start to undress, slowly – the way he likes it. His blue hot eyes are scanning me up and down and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. He must be hard. Good.
I like him hard and waiting for me.
When I’ve taken everything off except my bra and panties, he pulls me over to him and turns me around. His warm, rough hands are greedy and eager. But then he kisses me tenderly and my knees start to go weak.
I love his mouth on me
.  Pulling my hands behind my back, he places the wrist cuffs on me. He’s quick and skilled at doing this, and it’s obvious he’s done this way more than I care to think about. 

He stands up behind me and I can feel his rigidness dig into my lower back.
  I push back onto him while he slips the blindfold onto me. This is so erotic. I can’t see anything now and I can’t even move my hands.  Suddenly my other senses come alive.

My hearing becomes acute. The sound of my own heart is beating loudly in my ears and my breathing is noisy. I can hear his breathing, too, and it’s quick and shallow.
  I feel him close behind me. The floor is cold underneath me and I hear the sound of the wood floor underneath our feet squeaking with our shifting movements. His large hand moves painfully slowly down the front of me, down my tummy and between my thighs.
He feels so good
. I can feel his breath on my neck as he starts kissing me. The vague sound of an airplane can be heard overhead outside and it only momentarily takes me out of this surreal moment, but then Dylan abruptly turns us around. He’s still behind me but I assume we’re now facing the couch. He starts to push and ease me down so I’m kneeling on it. He guides me slowly by my upper arms. He’s so strong but so gentle at the same time. 

Dylan whispers in my
ear, “Lie on the back of the couch, sweetheart. Chest down.”

Yes, whatever he wants.
I do as he says so that my chest is on the back of the couch, my knees on the seating area. The leather is cool and unforgiving as my skin sticks to it. I rest on the back of Chapel Hill, moving my head to the side and Dylan moves my hair out of my face.
How thoughtful of him.
Then he pushes my knees apart and they make a loud rubbing sound as they move. All these sounds are maddening. What’s he doing now? I hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his pants sliding down his legs, then his briefs. 
I wish I could see him right now.

“Isabel, you look so beautiful in this position,” he whispers.

I don’t want to think about how vulnerable I must look right now, blindfolded, bound and with my ass pointed straight at him. I just hope he’s enjoying the view.  I don’t hear anything for a moment, just silence. Then I hear him move towards me.
Yes. Here it comes
. Just when I think he’s going to sink his delicious thickness into me, I feel his warm wet tongue running up the inside of my thighs and the feeling is absolutely mouth-watering. He runs his tongue along the seam of my pussy and up along my ass.
His hands move to my cheeks, squeezing and spreading me open as he slips his hot tongue into my ass. He moves it in and out slowly, the wet sounds setting my nerves on edge. No one has ever done this to me before and
it feels so naughty and nice
. An involuntary moan slips from my mouth as I pant out his name.

Dylan’s mouth continues its journey up to my lower back, the whole time gently biting and licking.
  Hot damn. What is this man doing to me?
My breathing is loud and I try to control it, but it’s no use. His fingers are inside me now. He moves them in and out, slowly, torturing and persecuting me with his skilled fingers. Suddenly, his tongue again,
there, just there, yes… in my ass.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I try to move around and contain the orgasmic sensation, but he immediately reprimands me and though his voice is harsh, it’s not angry.

Dylan

“
Don’t move, Isabel, or I’ll spank you. Do you understand?”

There. I asked and I gave her fair warning, but how will she respond?

“Yes, Dylan.”

Perfect
. Isabel never ceases to surprise me.  I stand up behind her and steady her by grabbing onto her hips as I slide myself into her.
Fuck – she feels so damned good
. Slowly and methodically I ease in and out of her. I place one hand on the small of her back and with the other, I reach underneath to stroke her clit. She immediately responds to my touch with whimpers and moans.
Yes. I love that sound.
I start to thrust harder, filling her completely.  She looks incredible taking me like this and I can’t take my eyes off my cock sliding in and out of her
. Don’t come yet, Young.

With the hand that was on the small of her back, I grab in between the cuffs to steady Isabel and then slowly pull her up so she’s kneeling upright in front of me. I grab her by the back of her hair and pull back hard so that she’s leaning against me as I slam into her deeper and more forcefully.
Shit. She feels so fucking good
. I can feel her warm tight muscles clenching around me and I have to concentrate on not losing my shit. She’s being absolutely fucking perfect and submissive.
Fuck I missed this
. I keep one hand firmly in her hair and reach my other hand around her front, down her belly and back down to her clit while I bite her shoulder, repaying her bite to my neck.

“Dylan… oh… Dylan….” she stutters out softly.

Yes. I love to hear the sound of Isabel’s pained voice saying my name.
I continue to work her clit knowing she’s close and so am I. The sweet sounds of our fucking are hypnotic; the wetness, the sound of her ass slapping against me, the squeaks of the leather beneath her knees…
fuck yes. 
Then I feel her clench almost painfully around me as she moans something incoherent and I feel her come, hot and wet. I’m so close, but I want her mouth. I pull out of her, spin her around and push her down onto the couch so she’s sitting in front of me.

“Open your mouth,” I demand.

She obeys and I immediately fill her mouth, not wanting to lose the feeling of wanting to come. I grab a fistful of her hair and guide her head.  The feeling of her mouth on me is mind-blowing.  But I want to see her amazing eyes so I tear off the blindfold and command her to look at me. She does and the sight of her tawny eyes and her lips around me are my downfall.
FUCK.
Without warning I come, hard and quick. I try not to move as she swallows everything I give her. When I’m finished, I fall to my knees, my muscles still contracting from my orgasm.

Holy shit, that was intense
.  I’m kneeling in front of her, looking at the floor, trying to catch my breath and regain some kind of composure. When I finally look up, Isabel is watching me keenly. She’s slightly smiling, her lips and mouth still shiny and wet from my come. When I scan her body - g
ood Lord Almighty
. She has her own come all over her thighs.
Fuck yes
. It’s a beautiful sight. I sit back on my haunches and stare at her, taking another mental snapshot. 
Talk about art.
This is fucking art right here in front of me. I wish I had one ounce of talent in me so I could put this image down on canvas. To my delight, Isabel doesn’t move; she just sits waiting for me. I could sit here all day taking this image in.

From Continental Beginnings

When lunchtime arrives, I excuse myself from the group to eat alone outside the office. Bella looks hurt, but I just want to distance myself.

While I’m out walking the streets of Naples, I spy a lingerie shop. Unable to resist, I stop in and pick out the silliest pair of panties I can find, hoping they’ll bring a smile to Bella’s face.

After the remainder of our seminar, I finally shower and make my way to Bella’s room to gather her for our company’s dinner plans. Still thinking about last night’s fuck fest, I’m feeling a mixture of anxious and frisky. When she answers her door, she’s wrapped in a robe and the smell emanating from her is more than I can withstand. Dinner can wait - my strained dick can’t.

“I’m hungry, Ms. Darcy, but not for dinner,” I say, gripping her around her waist and backing her into her room.

Dropping the box with her gift to the floor, I ravage her, tearing off the terry cloth that’s standing between me and her decadent body. She mirrors my response by ripping my jacket off me, followed by my shirt. I pick her up and toss her onto the bed and she spreads out for me, her naked body and hair still damp from her shower. I slowly remove my belt, deciding on what to do with it. Bella’s eyes round as I run the black leather through my fingers.

“Oh, Ms. Darcy… the things I’m going to do to you.”

Bella licks her lips and opens her legs, her eyelids heavy with wanting –
wanting for me.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I remove the condom from my back pocket and strip my pants off.

“Cross your wrists and place them on your belly,” I order as I straddle her, and she readily complies.

Pushing the belt under her and around her waist, I tighten the leather over her wrists so that she’s unable to move them or use them to resist me.

“No kicking or resisting, Ms. Darcy. It won’t be tolerated. Is that understood?”

Bella nods tensely.

“I won’t hurt you, but you will be uncomfortable. Simply state
yellow
if you’re getting uneasy or
red
if you’re unable to tolerate what I’m doing to you.”

“Yes, Mr.
Pettifor,” Bella murmurs and my name whispered from on her full lips sends adrenaline surging through my blood and to my brain.

I position myself between her legs, grab a pillow and shove it underneath her lower back to give me leverage. In my excitement to get inside her, I struggle with the condom. I close my eyes, slow my breathing and steady my hands.

“Prepare yourself, Ms. Darcy, this position can be demanding,” I warn her once the rubber is finally in place. “But I believe in you and your capabilities of handling all that I intend to do to you.”

Her eyes widen and her breathing quickens with my words and it’s all I can do not to smile at the fear and excitement brimming in her eyes.

When she’s least expecting, I push her knees up to her chest and she lets out a gasp as I tilt her pelvis upwards, totally exposing her splendid pussy to me. Holding her ankles firmly with one hand, I guide my cock into her entrance and slowly ease myself into her. Once I’m completely sheathed by her cunt, I finger her clit. After only a few slow caresses, her pussy becomes drenched. The view of my cock sliding in and out of her is so magnificent, I can’t take my eyes off it. Only when I hear her lusty and pained groaning am I able to force myself to look into her eyes. She’s watching me with the same intensity she was in the meeting this afternoon, her sapphire eyes piercing right through me, reading my thoughts.

No, no, no.
I don’t want this feeling.
I just want to fuck her senseless, not
this.
I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts of the overwhelming sense of need she’s instilling in me. Tilting her pelvis even further upwards, I stab into her, making her squeal out.
That’s better.

“Tell me again how much you like fucking this cock,” I command.

“You know I do,” she whines.

“Louder, Ms. Darcy,” I exhale.

“Yes,” she whimpers out only slightly louder.

Pounding into her deeper and more fiercely, I demand more. “What part of louder don’t you understand, God damn it. I want to hear you scream that my cock is the only one for you,” I
roar.

“God, yes… yes…” she pants out frantically.

“Not God - me and
only me.
Now fucking say my name before I lose all patience with you,” I snarl through gritted teeth as I lean down into her ear.

“Only you, Mr.
Pettifor.
Only you…
”
she replies stridently and out of breath, writhing underneath me as if trying to escape my brutal fucking.

I drag her by her hips back to me and push deeper yet until I meet resistance against her back wall.

“I know you’re not resisting me, are you? Because you know how I feel about that sort of behavior, don’t you?” I grunt.

She nods enthusiastically and breathlessly answers, “Yes, yes, I know the rules.”

“Yellow?” I ask, making sure she’s still up to the task.

“No, Sir.
More, please,” she begs with her eyes tightly closed.

As soon as her cunt muscles start to pulsate, I push off of her and stand at the foot of the bed and stroke myself. Her eyes open and a look of bewilderment and frustration
settles on her gorgeous face. Her eyebrows knit together when I remain silent to her unspoken question. When her mouth opens, I put my finger up to my mouth to shush her.

“Do. Not. Speak,” I state low and firm.

Her mouth closes and she swallows hard.

“Now, do you think you’re worthy of coming after the way you left me this morning without my permission?” I ask as I grip my shaft.

Her eyes move over my body and rest on my stroking motions, her tongue poking out and slicking her lips.

Getting irritated with her lack of response, I narrow my eyes at her and order her to respond. “You’re pushing my limits, Ms. Darcy. You know I don’t like waiting, so answer me.”

“No, I suppose I don’t,” she declares uneasily.

“Wrong answer,” I grumble.

She bites her bottom lip and writhes uncomfortably on the bed.

“I’ll permit you to try one more time before I’m forced to discipline your lack of a proper response,” I announce evenly, moving my hand over my cock faster.

She mumbles something incoherent and moans, and for a moment, I think she’s going to cry or yell, or both.

“Ms. Darcy…” I urge impatiently.

“No, I don’t deserve to come, Sir. But…”

“But
what
?” I ask tetchily.

“But I want you, Mr.
Pettifor.
Only you.
”

P
erfect.
“That’s my good little pet.”

Climbing back on top of her, I spread her legs as wide as I can push them and thrust into her, my grunting and heavy breathing drowning out Bella’s moaning. I push further and further, delighting in the expression on Bella’s face. When her muscles begin to contract around my shaft at a frenzied pace, I’m unable to stop myself from coming.

I quickly pull out, the condom still around me and I dive into her pussy, trying to force an orgasm out of her. Pushing my fingers inside of her, I find her ridge and tug at it while I suck at her swollen pearl. She shrieks and thrashes momentarily before she releases and then stills. When I look up at her, her hair is a mess around her face and her breathing is ragged, and she’s a vision to behold – an image of sheer splendor. Once again she looks exhaustively fucked, just as she should.

I wobbly stand to my feet and remove the condom, then the belt around my beautifully dutiful princess. She remains motionless, her eyes watching my movements fixedly as her breathing gradually slows. The red marks left on her skin are impressive, as was her performance.

I make a fast trip to the bathroom to gather a wet washcloth to clean us both and when I return, Bella is curled up on her left side, sleeping soundly. Not wanting to wake her, I dim the lights, spoon up behind her and pull her close against my chest. Fuck dinner plans. I just want to lie like this until the sun comes up.

Nuzzling my nose into her still damp hair, she smells of Bella, sweat, sex, and me. The combination is intoxicating and invigorating. I nip her neck and suck at it possessively thinking about my smell lingering on her skin and she whimpers softly.

“Yes, Mr. Pettifor,” she sighs, talking in her sleep.

“Yes, Bella, dream only of me my princess,
only me
,” I say softly in her ear, knowing she won’t remember a word I’ve said.

I close my eyes, lulled by the sound of my own heart beating, her slow and deep breathing, and the pounding of her heart against the palm of my hand. And there it is again –
that feeling.
I try to resist it, but it’s too late.

I’m falling, falling, falling deeper…