When I see you, you take my breath away. You're smaller, sylph like, such a cute and innocent face and just as I asked you're wearing a short summer frock, so you look even more like a little girl. Perhaps we should play daddy and daughter. We greet shyly, awkwardly, but there is an immediate spark, whether it is natural attraction or the taboo nature of the meeting. I don't know what appeals to you about me, but you have a youthful energy about you that is intoxicating. We walk and talk then choose a coffee bar. You tell me a little more about your job and home and the course. I tell your stories that make you smile and then laugh. You have a great smile and your face lights up when you laugh.
We go to a bar, a little Dutch courage, and sit in a corner. The bar is quiet and it magnifies the two of us. The conversation fills with double meaning and then becomes salacious. I take a chance and move to sit next to you and place my hand on your knee. You turn towards me and almost imperceptibly open your legs slightly. We look into each other's eyes. I incline my head, you move towards me slowly. Your hand comes up and touches my arm. I gently press my lips against yours. A moment; then you respond. Our mouths open and our tongues dance and the sweet taste of you makes me rigid.
We have crossed the line. We both know where this is going, though perhaps neither of us are ready to admit it yet. We break and smile and I make some comment about it being just as well I'm not your dad as that would have been hugely inappropriate and you say something like if I was your dad maybe you'd want to do that. And we kiss again, relaxing into each other and I cannot resist; my hand slides a few inches further up your soft smooth thigh. I can feel my heart racing and a tremble pass through my body. You are so deliciously young, firm and soft at the same time. Supple and exciting.
Truth be told I want to fuck you then and there, but I'm waiting for you to get cold feet, have second thoughts. For all your stories of sexual bravado I get the sense that this is still a big deal. I am still an unknown quantity. and the real leap of faith has still to be made. I ask if I should get a hotel room and you just nod. I, of course, have already identified suitable venues in advance. I ask you to wait while I check in, better to make the booking on my own. I emerge with the key and ask if you want another drink first. You nod again. I'm not sure either of us really wants one, but we are both nervous.
15 minutes later we are in the room. Standing facing one another in front of the bed. I close the curtains so the room is dimmed but we can still see each other. I put my hands on your waist and kiss you, passionately. You respond and hold the back of my neck. We stop kissing, but remain close. I move my hands to the zip on the back of your dress and slowly pull it down. I carefully slip the sleeves off your shoulders and it hangs there for a second. Then I gently tug and it slips to your waist, while you extract your wrists. Your breasts, small and delicate inside your bra. Your stomach soft and inviting. My cock is hard.
You undo my shirt and pull it off me. Then lift my t shirt over my head. Touching my chest and my arms. I pull your dress down, it falls and you step out of it, kicking it to one side. I kiss you again and this time my hands explore you, your back, your ass, your stomach, your breasts. I unclip your bra and you shrug it forward. I dip my head and suck at your nipples, cupping both breasts with my hands. Feeling their soft weight. Then I sink to my knees kissing over your stomach and gripping either side of your panties. I pull them down revealing your smooth mound and inviting slit.
I run my hands up the back of your thighs and raise myself up in front of you. You unbuckle my belt, unzip my fly, and push my trousers and pants down. I kick them to one side. We are now both naked. My frame so much larger than yours. My strong arms and legs, the inherent power. You small and fragile.
"Suck me," I command and you obediently drop to your knees and take my cock in your hand and place it between your lips. You move your head back and forth, sucking and licking. Drawing your tongue down and round my shaft. You look up at me with soft brown eyes and I look back at you with burning desire. I tell you to stop, but to stay on your knees. I grab two ties from my bag. One I use to bind your wrists behind your back, not a not, just an over and under. Your hands are tight, but if you pull, they will slip apart. The other I loop around your neck, lifting your hair, allowing the cross over to be on the back of your neck, a single piece of silk on your throat.
I hold the ends and stand in front again so that my cock once more is within reach of your mouth. You resume sucking me. I increase the tension around your neck, so the tie is tight. I vary the grip, harder when you move forward, less when you move out. Then I take one hand and ease your head onto me, until your face is almost pressed into me. I am not big, but my cock fills your mouth. I release you. You pull back. Then move forward again. I hold you longer this time. On the third time I hold you until you start to press back against my hand, then I release you and you gasp for air.
I loose the tension on the tie and you move your head back and forth a few more strokes. Then I whisper your name. You look up. I push my hips forward and gently close your nostrils shut. You can barely breathe. I release and allow you to pull back to draw air. I push you slowly back onto me and pinch your nose again. This time I wait until I can see the pleading in your eyes. I let you breathe. The I pull out.
"Stand up, " I say.
You stand and I kiss you, squeezing both breasts and pinching your nipples.
"Turn around." and you do. I take my belt from my trousers and drape the thick leather against your skin, the small of your back and your ass cheeks, then I gently move the length of leather against you. There is little sound as the belt taps your skin. I move from cheek to cheek. Then suddenly lift and swipe and with a loud crack the leather slaps against your right buttock and you flinch.
I continue to move the belt tip between your shoulder blades, over your breasts, sliding under your nipples, over your belly. Once more gently tapping the soft flesh of your stomach. I see you tense. If I smack your stomach it will hurt. But instead I slap against your left ass cheek and once more you jolt, but once more you stand still. I slap gently between your legs and you move your hips. wanting to avoid the pain, wanting to endure the pain.
A sharp smack again across both ass cheeks brings a whimper from you. I drape the end of the belt once more across your breasts. We both know how much it will sting if I slap the leather against your breasts, catching the sensitive skin of your nipples. The threat is enough to make you turn slightly away from each touch, but still you stand, staring ahead, no sense that the safe word will be used.
I want you. I want to hurt you. I want to hold you. Ii want to fuck you. I want to kiss you. I want to explore every hole. I think about the next 24 hours and I know that I will do all of those things.