Freedom

Written by my Other Half.....

     It had been a long day. Sharon was exhausted, frustrated and.... angry. Yes, angry. The realization surprised her. She had worked tirelessly all her life to make it to the top and had never let anyone, let alone a man, tell her what she could or could not do.  This realization that Damon had been manipulating her for months was a shock. No big deal, right? It was just a casual thing anyway. She would just cut him out, take back control and move on like she had always done. Right now she needed a drink and no distractions from anything or anyone. As she saw the waitress returning with her glass of Nickel & Nickel, she retrieved a cigarette from her pack of Virginia Slims 120 menthols. Just her luck the hinge on her Sterling case broke today too.  She lit it and took a long pull as the waitress handed her the wine and drank slowly as she exhaled through her nose.

     Kyle sat at the bar surveying the small crowd. It was a slow night with few people, but that was how he liked it during the week. A place to unwind after a hard day where he could relax and observe the patrons; blue collar, white collar, paltry and rich. All here to place class behind them and just…. be. Kyle was of the first order. He worked with his hands all his life because that is what he liked and that was how he was raised. No shame in an honest day’s labor and he made very good money. The bartender had just served him his Interleven Duncan Taylor (He couldn’t stand ‘bar stock’ scotch. One more reason he liked this place), when a thin jet of smoke shot out from one of the enclosed ‘private’ booths.  More like small rooms you could inhabit so as not to be disturbed or hold a conversation and still hear the jazz from the band. As the smoke shifted its direction, he noted the appearance of a pair of female legs. Long, shapely, svelte legs that had no other purpose but to command attention.  What was it his grandfather used to say? “Nice gams!” Nice indeed!  He repositioned himself at the center bar so he could view the woman who belonged to those legs.

    The vision he took in was no less than stunning. A tall woman, around 5’9” he figured, with well proportioned curves (not like the sickly, stick figure models) and what he considered to be near perfect breasts. Somewhere between C and D, almost perfectly round with a slight downward elongation and not hiked up to her chin or pushed together so tight they formed one tit with a cleft. Firm yet supple with no droop. Her auburn hair shown bronze and gold in the light that was flowing from the high mounted antique fixtures in the booth. Long hair that framed an almost almond shaped face set with deep, blue-green eyes split by a somewhat ‘pixy-ish’ nose. Under that nose, a perfectly placed mouth with lips only nature could have produce and only a goddess could possess. She had full lips, with a hint of a pout that were pulling thoughtfully on a long, elegant cigarette. He ordered a bottle of wine and walked over to the booth.

    She was looking down typing on her phone as he approached the booth.  He held out the bottle of Nickel & Nickel. “Your glass seems to be running low.”

     She hung her head with a sigh, started to lift her head and said, “Sorry but I really don’t…” She stopped mid sentence as her eyes befell a face that subtly commanded respect.

    He was 6’2” about 200 pounds with a semi athletic build and arms that were cut just so that they hinted at strength and security without crossing the line into muscle bound gorilla. Arms that hung from broad shoulders atop which a ruggedly featured face smiled down at her. His jaw was chiseled and set strong.  On that jaw and chin grew a goatee the likes of which she had not seen before. It was quite appropriate for his features. A prominent nose divided piercing hazel eyes that were comforting yet dangerous all at once. Short brown hair dusted with white topped the features that had stopped her statement cold and caused her to stare silently.

    “Ah… I’m sorry. It’s been a long day. Please join me?  I’m Sharon.” She held out her hand.

    “Kyle. Pleasure to meet you.” He said as he took her hand in a firm but warm grip and sat down.

     She felt her face go flush as her pulse performed a pole vault she had not felt in quite some time. Not even with Damon, but that was a done deal. She was not going to have any man trying to control her.

    “I don’t believe I’ve seen you here before.” He stated as almost a question.

    “I rarely come here unless the day has been… challenging. I work in mergers and acquisitions so it can   be quite stressful at times, but I love the challenge. May I ask your line of work?”

    “I work in construction and own a small remodeling company. I’ve always enjoyed working with my hands and it was a natural gift for me handed down from my father and grandfather.”

    She took another cigarette from her pack. “Do you mind?”

    “Not at all. I’ve always found a woman who smokes to be provocative. I’m a big fan of the 50’s and 60’s. Women like Audrey Hepburn who were demure but assertive and projected classy sexuality. You don’t find many women like that today.” He reached down, picked up her silver monogrammed lighter and ignited it raising the flame as she brought her cigarette to life.

    “Thank you.”

    “Always.” He stated with a gaze that caused her to flush yet again.

    The conversation continued for a few hours with no particular direction. Music, movies, arts and even a little politics she threw in to gage his intellect. She found he was charming, intelligent, witty, a great conversationalist and a real gentleman. Kyle politely questioned her about relationship standing to which she replied, “I think we should go someplace more private.”

    She took a final pull on her cigarette, tilted her head back and towards the ceiling exhaling a long, thin conical stream of smoke. Her eyes looking at him slightly sideways with that ‘fuck me now or walk away’ look. Sharon liked to have the lead and the control. Kyle was not at all unfamiliar with that look. He received it on a regular basis. Something about him he had never been able to quite put a finger on, allowed him to attract beautiful women who, after a short period of time, would proposition HIM. Sometimes it was subtle, sometimes direct and sometimes physically without hesitation. He preferred the first though the latter tended to provided more intense sexual encounters. Kyle commented on the short drive to his house nearby and she agreed.

    Kyle paid the tab, walked her to the front and held the door as the stepped into the cool night air. He had ridden his motorcycle so Sharon said she would follow him. Better to know where she was going and how to get back. As it so happened, Sharon had parked her Aston Martin directly behind Kyle’s Hayabusa. He opened her door and she got in. Kyle jumped on his bike, turned back and said with a laugh, “I’ll try not to lose you.”

    “Like you could” she said raising the corner of her mouth and one eyebrow.

     A challenge… Kyle liked that. Without warning, he launched into traffic, the Aston taking off behind him like an F18 from an aircraft carrier. Kyle knew full well the capabilities of the car. The driver however, was an unknown element.  He weaved through traffic with Sharon only a few car lengths behind him matching him almost identically move for move. Ok, time to take it up a notch. Kyle started cornering hard enough to just drag the pegs, seeing if she knew how to handle the horsepower of the Aston. She cornered as well as she weaved. “Impressive,” he thought to himself and in almost record time, Kyle pulled into the driveway of his house with Sharon only seconds behind.

    “Is that all you’ve got?” she asked as she stepped out of the car.

    Kyle chuckled. Yes, most impressive. He opened the front door and the house lit up. Being the gentleman she had already seen, Kyle gave her the ‘dime tour’ of the home. After seeing the attention to detail and craftsmanship, she concluded it should have been a twenty dollar tour. He explained how he had built the home over a two year period after only having been in business a little over a year. 

    They reached the bedroom some thirty minutes later and Sharon had had enough of the tour. Her face was flush again and her panties wet. She was ready to fuck. Plain and simple, she wanted sex, nothing more. To do with him what she wanted and leave fulfilled.

    She moved in and kissed him hard, forcing her tongue through his lips. Kyle returned the intensity and they both began groping and feeling each other’s bodies.  Her near perfect breasts and his tight, muscular ass. It was a flailing tornado of limbs. She stopped cold, and pushed him back towards the bed.

    “Take off your shirt.” She commanded. Ok, he’d give her that one. 

    She stepped in to kiss him again but this time, he moved to meet her and pushed her back one step initiating the kiss. He placed his right hand on her left cheek during the passionate embrace, slowly moving it around to the back of her head weaving his fingers into her hair. He closed his hand and tugged. Sharon hit her knees without so much as a thought and sat there staring up at him. “What the hell just happened?” she thought to herself as the shock of her involuntary reaction shook her very core.

    “What do you think….” Was all she got out before the tug became a pull and she folded closer to the floor in an almost upright, fetal position. Again without so much as a thought.

    “You will speak only when spoken to and you will address me as Milord!” Kyle boomed. “Do you understand!?”

    “Yes” she answered in a subdued tone. Her mind raced. Where the hell did THAT come from!?

    “Yes what!?”

    “Yes Milord.” She felt an overwhelming urge to avert her eyes from his gaze but fought it.

    “Do you want it?”

    Silence…

    “I asked you a question! Do you want it!?”

    “Yes Milord.” What the fuck!? Again she reeled at her reaction but it felt… good. 

     Kyle stepped backwards towards the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes and stood there. Sharon’s heart was pounding, her chest heaving and her clit throbbing. She was still trying to grasp what was happening and why she was reacting this way.

    “Come here.” Kyle said.

    Sharon’s thoughts were to rise and walk to the bed, but something in her primitive brain overrode the thought and she crawled to Kyle and sat up eye level with the large bulge in his Levis.

    “May I Milord?” she asked as her hands began to move towards his zipper.

    “You may.”

    She unzipped his pants and pulled them to the floor. The bulge pressed harder against his briefs almost tearing out on its own. She slowly slid the briefs down taking care not to catch the prize she was aching for. “Oh YES!” she thought as she reached out to touch his shaft. He was larger than average in both width and length with a perfect arc pointing near straight up. She took his dick in her hand and moved her head closer, opening her mouth extending her tongue to lick its head. 

    Slowly she ran her tongue in circular motions around it then slowly down and back up the shaft. He was so hard she could feel his veins with her tongue, her panties now drenched and her clit on the verge of overload. With just her lips, she began to move in and out on his head just to tease. “That’ll teach him she thought.” After only moments she realized she was taking more of him in, moving farther down his shaft until she was taking him fully on each stroke.

    Kyle reached down grabbing the hair on the back of her head again and slowly lay down on the bed. Sharon let out a small squeal as he did. She continued slowly working him, up and down, her tongue perfectly curled around him in her mouth and her lips applying light pressure. Kyle was beginning to moan and spoke.

    “That’s right. You’re very good at that. You like to please me don’t you?”

    She slowly slid off his cock, dripping saliva and said, “Yes Milord.” Her thoughts raced… “Holy crap, I did it again!” It was less of a shock this time.

    She placed her mouth firmly back on him and began to work in and out adding a slight circular motion. Slowly she sucked and slid, increasing pressure and only slightly increasing speed. Kyle began writhing and the moaning became more intense. “That’s right. Take it all in and work it. Very good.”

    She could feel him getting harder, his head swelling as she forced it down her throat. She could feel his spasms, slow at first and minor. They continued to grow and become quicker in frequency. God yes! Please! She began to moan as she felt herself on the verge of cumming and began to have spasms herself. Slowly convulsing and squealing.

    “I didn’t tell you that you could cum!” Kyle stated flatly. “You will not cum until I tell you to!”

    Sharon fought back the urge burning inside her only to make herself more wet. Kyle was now convulsing. She could feel each rock hard spasm at the back of her throat. Yes! Please! Yes! Cum! Please! She had never wanted it this bad.

    Kyle’s back arched as he let out an almost screamed, “YES!”

    Sharon wrapped her arms around his thighs and pulled in hard taking him in completely and savoring her prize. Savoring? She never swallowed. Ever! She was so hot at this. She was in ecstasy. 

“This is what I have been missing?” She was still fighting back the throbbing deep within her clit. So close, yet so far away.

    Kyle relaxed and lay there for a few moments while Sharon continued slowly, gently suckling and taking in the experience she had never felt.

    “You have done well. I believe a reward is in order. Take off your clothes and get on the bed face down.”

    Sharon leaned over and crawled onto the bed stripped and laid on her side admiring Kyle’s physique.

    “I said face down!”

    “But I want to…”

    “YOU want? YOU will do as you are told!”

    “The hell I will!” her defiant side screamed internally as it gained control. Somehow, at this moment, she knew this is what was expected of her. She continued to lie on her side facing Kyle.

    Kyle lunged in grabbing her by the hips forcing her onto her stomach. She fought back, squirming to her side again and almost onto her back. Kyle’s arm shot between her wet legs as the other placed a forceful grip on her wrist. In one strong, swift movement he lifted her from the bed, flipping her face down and slamming her to the bed. Like a panther taking down its prey, he was on her in an instant. His full weight on one leg across her ass and both wrists locked in a grip of steel. Resistance was futile but she continued to struggle. She felt his weight shift and heard… chains. Oh fuck! Chains! 

“What the hell have I allowed myself to get into?”

    She felt cold steel clamp her wrist and heard a lock snap shut. Again, the procedure repeated on her other wrist. She should have been panic stricken but found herself intriguingly aroused as the struggle continued. He spun and shifted so he was sitting on her ass, one arm across both legs. Clank, click… One leg down. Clank, click… Fully secured.  

    Kyle slid off the side of the bed and stood behind her at the foot of the bed. She had resigned struggling knowing she was now his property.

    “That was very naughty. You understand I’m going to have to discipline you for being defiant.”

    “Yes Milord. I’m sorry I was disobedient.” Shut UP you dumb bitch! Why can’t I control my mouth!?

    She felt something soft and multi facetted dancing across her back. Her ass shot up involuntarily as she gasped. She lifted her head to see in the headboard mirror that Kyle had a red leather flogger in his right hand. He continued flitting the flogger around her back and rubbing her with his other hand. This is punishment? She began to writhe and moan softly as he worked her back, slowly lying back down. Then suddenly, it stopped… 

    She glanced up just in time to see Kyle’s hand starting to move in a powerful, downward arc. CRACK! The sound split the silence of the bedroom. Pain flowed from between her shoulder blades and her ass shot up again. She gasped as her juices began running down the inside of her thigh. SMACK! The next one landed squarely on her cheeks. She let out a cry.

   “Oh YES! Thank you Milord!” What the fuck!? Shut up bitch! No! I will NOT! For once I’m going to relinquish control and revel in my freedom! Freedom!? He’s controlling you, you stupid cunt! I don’t care! I want it! I’m in ecstasy! 

    Kyle began working back and forth between her shoulder blades and her ass, varying force. She could feel it happening. There was no way she was going to stop it as strong willed as she was, she was helpless. 

    Sharon came. Not only came, but squirted in an arc right past Kyle’s head and across the room! HOLY SHIT! She had never squirted before in her life! She was soaked, the bed was soaked, and the WALL was soaked.

    “I thought I told you not to cum!”

    “I’m sorry Milord. I couldn’t stop it. I tried. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be disobedient.”

    “I don’t think you deserve to be played with or pleasured.”

    “No Milord. I don’t but I beg you Milord, please, PLEASE fuck me! I promise it won’t happen again. Please don’t punish yourself by not taking what you want. Use me as you see fit.” she begged as she pushed back the voice in her head that had been chastising her.

    Kyle kneeled onto the bed and took her from behind. In one swift, hard thrust he was fully inside her tight, wet pussy. She was now on her elbows as she screamed in delight at the greatest sex she had ever experienced. Kyle was slamming her hard and fast.

    “Fuck that pussy Milord! Fuck it good! God fuck it! I’m at your will Milord!”

    “Is that what your pussy likes?”

    “Yes Milord! God yes! It wants you! Use it! Pound it Milord!”

     Kyle continued with full forceful strokes gradually slowing the pace as he reached around and began massaging her clit. He could feel her throbbing as he worked it slowly up and down.

    “May I cum Milord? Please???”

    “NO! You will hold it!”

    “Please Milord, please!!??? I beg you Milord. Let me cum!”

     She could feel him swelling inside her gaining both width and length. She knew he was on the verge of cumming and could not hold out much longer herself.

    “Cum bitch! Cum now!”

    “Yes Milord! Yes! As you wish!”

     She felt the heat inside her as Kyle released what she had been waiting for. He came so hard it pushed her beyond any orgasm she had ever experienced. She squirted again soaking them both. She continued to have one orgasm after the other, convulsing almost violently as sweat rolled off her back and face, unable to curl up still bound by the shackles.

     Kyle slowly pulled out and stood up from the bed dripping sweat, watching her convulse, smiling wickedly. Sharon collapsed in pure ecstasy. Kyle moved around the bed and removed her wrist shackles, placing them back in their hidey holes. As he moved to her ankle shackles she began to curl up, still breathing heavily and moaning softly. Kyle went to the bathroom to towel off and brought one back for Sharon.  He found her lying on her back, a dazed look and a slight smile on her face.

    He sat down next to her and handed her the towel. He watched as she toweled off her magnificent body.

    “Thank you. God I need a smoke.”

    Kyle got up and walked to the dresser, picked the pack out of her purse, retrieved a long cigarette, walked back to the bed and handed it to her.

    “Thank you.”

    “Always.” He let out a small laugh and lit her cigarette.

    She sucked long and hard pulling the smoke deep into her lungs. She noticed a feeling she had not felt before. It was heightening the sensations of the experience. After holding for almost a minute she exhaled towards the ceiling and immediately pulled on it again seeing if the feeling would be the same. Yes, yes it was. In fact, it was better. She felt herself getting wet again. Ummmmm… an added bonus.

Kyle watched as she smoke and noted the look on her face. A look that said she was lost in some paradise. Kyle felt himself surging for another round…