Unforgettable You (6 page)

“I’m thinking. Then what?”

I look her dead in the eye. “Penetrative sex. Vaginally, not anally. I think we would need to know each other better and trust each other more for that. Oh, and interspersed with oral sex, both of us.”

The blush that spreads across her cheeks tells me something very important: She’s been thinking about this before she ever got here. That’s why she wanted
me
to tell
her
what
I
wanted. She didn’t want to be the one to ask for sex. And I get that, really, I do, so I’ve let her off the hook by telling her what I want. And I’ve never been one to be shy about asking for or initiating sex. Not a problem, by god.

I wait, and finally I say, “Well?”

She nods.

I wish I could say I was cool and detached, but I’m fighting a cheer and hoping she can’t tell. Even if this doesn’t work out in the long run, I’m pretty sure I’m going to remember tonight for the rest of my life. Being instantly attracted to someone never happens to me, but with this woman, that’s pretty much what’s happened. I manage to say, “Do you want any of this to take place in the public areas?”

She shakes her head violently. “Good god, no, Sir!” Her face is almost scarlet now. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do that.”

“At some point, a Dom may expect that from you.” There’s this look that I can’t decipher on her face, and I’m wondering what’s going through her head. I put a finger under her chin, tip her head up, and look into those beautiful eyes. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Tell me how you feel about that.”

My throat closes when I see a tear in the corner of her eye. “Let’s just say I don’t feel very good about my body.” And she stops dead. I wait until I can’t wait anymore.

Now’s my chance. “Sheila?” A tear trickles down her cheek, and my heart almost stops. “If you don’t trust me, I can’t work with you. What is it? It could be a trigger, so I need to know.”

There’s a shudder that comes over her before she finally speaks. “My, um, my ex used to tell me how ugly I am.”

Oh god. That son of a bitch. I assumed he just slapped her around or something, but now my chest feels tight and I don’t know what to do to make this better. Then I decide to do something I’ve never done. I stand and reach for her hand. “Come on. Let’s go to a private room and talk.”

Amazingly enough, she reaches for my hand so I can help her stand, and we head down the hallway. The door to one of the smaller rooms is open, and that’s perfect. When the door closes behind us, I turn to her and say, “There’s something you need to know about this place.”

Her eyebrows shoot up so high that they almost disappear. “What?” I take her by the hand and lead her over to the bed. When we’re seated on the side, I decide it’s time to give her a little education in something very important.

“Listen, you may not have yet, but in time, if you hang around here, you’re going to see all kinds of things. Amputees, people with burn scars, women who’ve had mastectomies, men with heart surgery scars, most anything you can think of. Some of the people who come in here are morbidly obese, and some are so thin they look like walking skeletons. They’re coming in here to get their needs met, and no one – NO ONE – judges anyone else. There is absolutely nothing that would get gawking and stares from them. We have several transgendered people who are members here – you may have met a woman or two and you’d never know they were biologically men. And no one judges. So you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. Understand?”

She nods sadly, so I repeat, “Tell me you understand.”

“I do, Sir.” Forlorn doesn’t even describe the look she gives me, and it pushes the rage button in my core.

What comes out of my mouth next is gentle but firm. “You listen to me and listen good. Did I tell you I’d work with you?”

She shivers. “Yes, Sir.”

As tenderly as I can manage, I take her chin in my hand and turn her face up to mine. “If you were a loser, I wouldn’t have agreed to work with you. I’ve made a few bad choices in my life, but they taught me to make good ones. If I said I’d work with you, you’ve got more than a few redeeming qualities.” And at this very moment, I decide this is one time in my life when I should say what I feel. “Sheila, you’re a very beautiful woman. Anyone who would tell you differently is an idiot, plain and simple. I’m attracted to you in ways that I haven’t been attracted to a woman for years now. You’re absolutely luscious, and don’t ever let anyone tell you anything different, you hear me?”

That’s when I see it. There’s something in her eyes that goes warm and soft, and her face almost glows. She’s got to be the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen when she looks into my eyes that way, and everything in my being is on overdrive. “Are you going to hold me after like you did the other night?” I realize then that she’s about to cry.

“Honey, if you want, I’ll hold you right now. If that’s what you need, I will.”

My heart breaks when she nods and starts to cry, and I’m no longer in control of myself – I pull her to me and just wrap my arms tight around her. When she bunches up against me and sobs, I just reach down, lift her legs, and pull them up and over my lap so I can sit there with her and let her cry. How could some bastard hurt her that way? Jail’s too good for that motherfucker – he should be shot. I stroke that beautiful hair as her sobs start to slow, and I whisper to her, “You’re hair is gorgeous, little one. It reminds me of a summer sunset, all fiery and glowing.”

“Th-th-th-th-thank you,” she manages to stutter out. “Sir.”

It’s time for me to take control because I know it will make her more comfortable and confident. “You’re welcome, little sub. Now, let’s talk about what we came in here to do.” She nods. “I want to amend it. No sensation play, and I don’t want to do the orgasm torture, but I do want to give you one orgasm. I think it’ll help you relax. If you want more, you can tell me. But everything else as we discussed. Agreeable?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Then the first thing for you to do is undress.” She shoots me a look. “No. I don’t undress you. You undress yourself. It’s a willful baring of yourself to me. Most Doms will expect that from you. We’re going to get into more of the formal issues later on, but tonight we’ll just touch on some of them. But yes, you are expected to undress.”

“Will you too, Sir?”

“Later, yes, but not initially. Balance of power. I’m in control and you have to acknowledge that or this won’t work. Someone has to be in control. There’s a secret I’ll tell you later, but right now, you just need to learn to obey.” I kiss her forehead and point to the center of the floor. “Up and undress for me.” She stands and turns her back to me. “No. Face forward. I want to watch you as you undress.” When she hesitates, I tell her, “You can do this. I know you can.”

As I watch, she slips off her platform stilettos, then slips her black lace tee over her head and throws it on the floor. My first chance to direct her. “Sub, as you undress, you’ll fold your clothes neatly and place them on the table over there,” I say, pointing to a small table across the room. “One piece of clothing at a time.” Expressionless, she picks up the shirt, takes it to the table, folds it neatly, and puts it there. Then she shimmies out of those tight faux leather pants she’s wearing and does the same with them. She reaches back and unsnaps her bra, draws it down her arms, and, as she adds it to the other things she’s already folded, she puts a hand on the table to steady herself as she pulls off her panties and adds them to the pile. That’s when she turns to me.

Holy shit. I mean, really, holy shit. This girl, my god. It’s been years since I’ve seen a body like this one, if I ever even have. Her breasts are full, but they’re almost pubescent in their shape, with large, soft nipples a beautiful, pale rose color. Her waist is small and well-defined, and she’s got curvy, ample hips that make me want to scream and shout. I’d been holding her while she cried, and that’s not the sexiest thing in the world, but one look now and my cock is so hard that it feels like it’s on fire. It’s a fight to keep from unzipping my leathers and stroking myself. As she comes back toward me, I point to her shoes. “Put those back on. I like them and I want you to wear them.”

I can tell I’ve surprised her. “You want me to wear them when we . . .” she trails off.

“Yes. I do. They’re very sexy.” Stepping into them, she makes her way back across the room to me and stands in front of me. Instead of giving in to my knee-jerk reaction to reach up and fondle her nipples, I point to the bed. “On the bed. On your back. Hands at your sides.” While she climbs up into the middle of the bed, I go to the chest on the back wall and find the restraints. She lies very still while I fasten them around her thighs, then use the attached cuffs to secure her hands. I lie down on the bed beside her, then roll her onto her side until my chest is snugged up to her back. Slipping one arm under her, I roll us again until she’s lying on top of me on her back. Arms wrapped around her waist, I give her a few seconds to get used to the position, her head back over my shoulder, her ear against mine. Then I drag my hands from her waist up her ribcage, up and under her breasts, and take a nipple in each hand. She cries out when I pinch them, so I ramp up the stimulation, a couple of pinches, then rolling them between my thumb and forefinger, followed by tugging upward. That really gets her going. She’s moaning and squirming when I ask her, “Does this make you hot, subbie?”

“Yes, Sir, very hot, Sir.”

I stifle the urge to snicker. “Good. I’m glad. So I’ll keep it up for a few minutes.” My fingers become more aggressive, pinching harder, twisting harder, pulling out farther, all the while listening to her cry out. I know she can feel my growing hardness right up the cleft of that beautiful ass, but I still do my best to let her know it’s there and waiting. Ten minutes of that and I know she’s ready.

My right hand wanders down her body ever so slowly, tracing little circles on her skin, and I feel her squirm against me as she realizes what’s coming. When I slowly draw my knees up so my feet are flat on the bed, I make sure they part her legs on the way up and, by the time I’ve stopped, her legs are wide open, each one on the outside of mine. In this position, her legs actually drop down and away from her engorged little nub, leaving it high and prominently on display. Continuing to trace little patterns on her skin, I lift my head and look down the length of her body. Yep, I can see straight down to the cleft just below her mons and, before I drop my head back, I whisper in her ear, “Sub, you are so beautiful. Your body is a work of art.” And it works; I feel her relax against me as my fingers continue their downward trek. Stroking her mound with three fingers brings out a moan, and I wait, trying to prolong the initial touch, but I just can’t. That tiny, swollen bud calls to me and I can’t say no.

My finger dips to her slit, drags from her introitus up through her engorged lips, and finds the prize. When I touch it, she cries out, and my left hand, still on her breast, pinches her nipple hard. The instant she cries out from the pinch, I go to work, tenderly circling the center of her arousal, feeling her squirm against me and go even wetter than she was. When I stop for a split second to grab the bottle of lube on the bedside table and pour a little on my right index finger, she whines until I’m finished and start in on her again. She wants it. I’m so damned excited I may just shoot off in my leathers.

She’s escalating, growing more agitated, more excited, thrashing against the restraints, and I whisper into her ear, “At some point, I will own your orgasms. They’ll be mine, and I’ll give them to you whenever I please, even without touching you. But for now, I want you to come any time you’re ready. Any time, sub.”

I give her little nub about three more strokes and she explodes, wriggling and crying out, her hips bucking for all they’re worth. I keep it up until I hear her cry out, “Nooooo! No more!” and, even though I don’t want to, I stop. Once I’ve rolled us both to our sides, I scoot out from behind her, lay her flat, and take off the restraints. Instantly, her arms reach for me and, try as I may, I can’t move away. I wrap my arms around her waist as hers encircle my neck and kiss her like a starving man looking for bread. Finally breaking away, I get up and stand by the bed, then unzip my leathers as she watches. I want to see her reaction when she sees this cock for the first time.

And there it is – her mouth forms an appropriate “O” and I almost laugh. It measures out at about nine and a half inches, and about seven and a half inches in circumference, long and meaty with a nicely-proportioned head. And it’s got a very gentle upward curve that’s great for g-spot stimulation. I’ve never met a woman who didn’t love this dick. And did I mention that it’s now rock-hard? Yeah. Hard as stone and throbbing. I can see my pulse in the veins up and down its length. I don’t often admit this, but sometimes I just stare at it and can’t believe it’s mine. That sounds crazy, I know, but it’s quite the point of pride for me, this fabulous tool. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but hey, it’s still pretty damn big. I can make a woman scream with it, so I don’t mind showing it off when I get a chance.

And it’s working. “Oh, god, Sir.” That’s all she says. I don’t utter a word, just roll on a condom, climb back onto the bed with her, and wrap my arms around her with my gaze locked on hers.

“I intend to drive you insane. And I’m starting now.” My lips meet hers and I make the kiss fierce, something to melt her. I take a hand down, grab my cock, line it up with the wettest spot on her body, and press forward.

How in the hell am I going to hold off for any length of time? Her back arches and her lips leave mine to cry out, “Oh my god! Damn, damn, damn!” I take my time, moving slowly inside her, relishing every little inch of her tightness and heat. Lost in it, she grips my shoulders and moans out, “Oh, damn. Oh, fuck. So good, so good. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”

And that’s exactly what I do, but before she has a chance to whine, I kiss down that remarkable body a little at a time, slide downward, let her fragrance soak into me. Lips trembling, I suck her clit between them and tug slightly. Her back arches again and she wraps her fingers in my hair and rasps out, “Oh, god, yes. That feels so good.” That’s not enough; I slip two fingers into her pussy and stroke slowly, feeling her body tense and coil. Just when I think she’s about to give in and come, I stop again and begin to make my way back up that body, stopping to suck and tease her hard, huge, rosy nipples. When I get back up her neck to her mouth, I kiss her again and drive my cock home for the second round. She moans into my lips, and I return the favor.