AUTHORS NOTE-this is my first attempt at BDSM story and I would appreciate feedback. Thanks.
Dancing in His arms, her forbidden love's, only heightens her senses. She is married with a real life outside that door. She is not a slut or tramp. She is a one man woman, isn't she? Yet here she stood in another man's arms, this man whose scent was eating at her resolve, whose charming words and gentle affections were making her forget reality, drawing her into His world...a world she knows very little of, but is suddenly driven to know. But only with Him, doing only His bidding, trusting Him to show her how to behave so as not to embarrass Him.
"Penny for your thoughts, dear girl?" His mouth is RIGHT beside her ear, and she was so lost in her thoughts she jumped. He laughed gently and asked, "What has you so lost tonight?"
She simply shakes her head, unsure she is ready to tell Him what she has decided. "Nothing, Sir. My mind was simply wandering to places I'd rather be."
"Oh really? And where would that be?"
"Ummmm, I'm not sure it is polite to speak of such things and places in a public setting, Sir. I am not sure You really wish to know them anyway. I realize You are only taking pity on me by dancing with me, when there is a room full of beauties flirting and trying for Your attentions."
"Pity? Dear Girl, I am quite selective as to those I actually dance with, in case you hadn't noticed. And I get the impression you would prefer someplace a bit more private to continue this...dance...?"
Unable to trust her voice she simply nods her answer into his shoulder. Trusting Him like this was a HUGE step for her. Next thing she knew she was at His home-in an inviting room, couches for sitting, places for dancing. "Shall we dance more, or do you want something to drink? I noticed you had nothing at the club."
"I don't drink in general, I tend to be ditzy enough without any help," she stated nervously giggling.
"Then come join me here on the dance floor."
"Yes, Sir."
"Mmmm, I like hearing those words coming from YOUR lips. I wonder..."
"Yes? Sir?"
HE was pulling her into Him kissing her like she hadn't been kissed in a long time; a kiss pulling at her soul, desiring a response from deep within. And a response came from her, one that shocked and overwhelmed her and pleased Him greatly. She slid her arms around His neck and pulled Him close, reveling in His kiss. "Is this REALLY what you want, dear? I'll not push past where you are ready to go, but I am enjoying this a GREAT deal and need to know where you stand on this matter. I will not allow myself to hurt you in any way-emotionally or physically-do you understand?" As He asked this question, He pulled back from her, trying to allow her a moment or so to think clearly-without the heady pull of T/their kiss persuading one way or the other.
"It is what I want, Sir. If You'll have me. I know I'm not-"
He hushed her babbling with another, more powerfully intoxicating kiss. "I promise that I shall not hurt you, and that in pleasing me, you will be pleased as well. I will guide you into this world, if this is truly your desire, but I don't do half way. You must decide THIS is the way you want U/us, or walk away now."
"I am Yours and I wish only to know that I am pleasing You, umm, Master." She was afraid He would laugh, but His smile broadened and she knew she had spoken an acceptable answer.
He leads her to a bedroom just off the second floor landing...not His bedroom, but one He has used before. He opens the door and steps back waving for her to precede Him into the room. "Ladies first, my dear." She silently nods and passes into the room, and suddenly stops. The king size bed is dressed in black and red satin. The canopy drapes are pulled back and tied. There are mirrors on all four walls. "Having second thoughts?" He was watching her from directly beside her, willing her to feel His presence in the room, knowing it would impact her decision- influence her to run or stay. He WANTED her like He had wanted no other before. This realization surprises Him. He had had lovers, women, submissives, all the names, all the games before-but she, she was like a fresh drink of water after a long hot walk in the desert. She was refreshing to look upon-He felt He could do just that for hours, in fact...hmmm, He might just.
"Umm, No, Sir, I am sure of what I wish. I desire to please my Master." She had turned and was whispering in His ear as she rubbed against His arm suggestively, implying she might know more than she let on. She really was a novice, but was very good at listening to what her instincts told her...as she did now, letting her breasts rest against His arm as she leaned on tiptoe to be near His ear with her lips. He surprised her by pinching her inner thigh. "OH!" was all she could manage to say before He lifted her up and carried her to the bed.
"My, but you do look ravishing tonight, dear girl. It is a shame you have to lose all these trimmings, but then I look forward to unwrapping my gift!" With that she was totally under His control...any thought of anything else vanished. He kissed her lips again, but held her hands at her sides, rather than letting her wrap them around Him. "Mmm, lesson #1, you must ask before you do anything, understand? Anything!"
"Umm, Yes, Sir, I think I do...May I please have my hands that I may assist you in getting more comfortable? I wish to cover your body in kisses.."
"No, tonight you will let me look at you. I shall unwrap this beautiful gift and look at it until I am ready for more. Then I shall tell you what you will be allowed to do. Now hush and relax..." He removes the combs from her hair and runs His fingers through it several times eventually resting His hand at her neck, brushing His thumb along her jaw line. The electricity running between T/them was almost too overwhelming for T/them both. It takes all her restraint not to lean forward and kiss His lips, tasting His sweet tongue in response to her invitation. He moves His hands to her blouse buttons, slowly unfastening them, lingering between her breasts, just long enough to brush each with a finger, teasing her more. She tried not to squirm, but wasn't managing to resist it well. "Dear girl, do you wish for a form of release?"
"Oh yes, Sir, please!"
"I will allow you to make soft noises, dear, but nothing more, understand?"
