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…
