Macie
After dinner, we spend some time drinking wine and talking. We end up on the couch, and as we talk, Tony touches me constantly. His touch isn’t sexual, but it keeps my body on edge and alert. Even though he’s running his hands over my legs and down my arms, careful to avoid any sensitive areas, I’m still turned on.
“So you’ve had a week to process how things went at Anchored,” he says. “How do you think it compares to vanilla dating?”
“It’s definitely different,” I say.
“Tell me how.”
“When I date people, in general, there’s not that much talking, you know?”
“You like to jump to the good stuff, do you?” He winks.
“No!” I slap him playfully. “Do you know what I mean, though? I feel like you and I have talked so much this week, and we haven’t even had sex yet.” I blush. “It’s nice. I feel like I’ve opened up to you a lot, and you’ve opened to me, as well.”
“That’s what kink is all about. Whether you want BDSM or just D/s or something that’s a weird, erotic mix that can’t really be labeled, good communication is at the core of that.”
“I think when I’ve been with vanilla guys, the thing that’s always missing is the openness. I could never tell someone what my fantasies were or what I really wanted.”
“Why do you think that is?” He touches my hair. “You’re sweet, Macie, and gentle. If you were my girl, I’d listen to all of your fantasies. I’d eat them up.”
“Like the big, bad wolf,” I whisper, and he nods.
I snuggle closer to Tony, comfortable with how much we’re touching.
“This is a good example,” I say. “We’re touching, and we’re talking, and in a vanilla relationship, this doesn’t usually happen. If I’m naked with someone, we usually just end up having sex, and that’s all it is: sex. We don’t talk about how we like it or things we want to try.”
“There’s a stigma that when you like kink, you have to enjoy hardcore bondage.”
“That’s what I thought,” I admit. “Lily and Christina have been really helpful in explaining things to me. They’ve shown me that exploring my sexuality doesn’t have to be some dark, dirty thing. It doesn’t have to be dangerous. It can be safe, sane, and consensual, and it can push my limits without freaking me out.”
“Well, that’s another reason communication is important,” Tony pulls me into his lap, and I curl up against him. The gesture is intimate, but sweet, and I feel immensely comfortable with him. “If we talk about what’s going to happen in a scene ahead of time, you won’t feel as scared or uneasy. You’ll be able to really enjoy what’s happening. Even if I wanted to surprise you, my little sub, communication helps build trust.”
“So no matter what we do, I’ll know you have my best interests in mind.”
“Like asking you to eat dinner naked?”
“Was that a trust building exercise?” I ask carefully, touching his chest. He’s always dressed so nicely, so professionally. He always seems to have everything together.
“Do you feel like you trust me more?”
“I certainly feel more submissive,” I admit.
“Tell me more about that.”
“Well, to be honest, I wasn’t sure that I was submissive at all. The word ‘submissive’ is just a nasty one.”
He laughs. “I know a lot of people don’t like it.”
“It makes me think of the whole ‘women must submit to men’ idea. I don’t really like that. It sounds like torture, but that’s not what it is at all. Being submissive doesn’t mean I become a doormat. Yeah, it means I’ll give you control in the bedroom, but it also means I get to take care of you.”
He lifts my chin, and his eyes search mine. “Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want to take care of me?”
“I did tonight,” I tell him truthfully. “You seemed so anxious and tired when you got here. I was glad I had prepared a meal for you, and when I saw your reaction, it made me even happier. You seemed really excited about it, really happy.”
“I was. It’s an incredible meal.”
“You were very appreciative. I guess I just like this give-and-take idea. I submit to you, and you take care of me, too.”
“I would very much like to take care of you.”
“The way you were going to take care of me on the balcony?” I ask, flushing. I think of how excited I was to be out on the deck of Anchored with Tony. It was the craziest, wildest night I think I’ve ever had, and that includes my college days.
“I didn’t get to finish taking care of you,” he murmurs. “If I remember correctly, we were sorely interrupted.”
“We have tonight,” I say helpfully, and he smiles.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want me to give you an orgasm?”
“Yes, Master Tony.”
“Turn around, but stay on my lap.”
I wiggle around so I’m leaning against him. My legs dangle over his, so they’re spread. I feel very open and vulnerable, but I lean my head back against Tony’s chest. He’s strong and big. This is the kind of guy who, despite working crazy hours at a large law firm, finds time to work out. I like it.
And I like the way he makes me feel.
I might feel more open than I ever have in my life, but I also trust that he’s going to take care of me. He’s going to make me feel incredible. He’s not going to let me fall.
Even if things don’t work out with Tony, I trust him. I know he isn’t going to leave me hanging. He’s not going to let me down. He’s not going to leave after we sleep together and never speak to me again. He isn’t going to start ignoring my texts or calls. If things don’t work out, he’ll tell me. We’ll communicate. We’ll treat each other with respect.
Everything is going to be just fine.
“Tell me what just ran through your head, sweetheart.”
“I was just thinking that you aren’t going to ignore me tomorrow. You aren’t going to just not call me.”
“Of course not.”
“I just think I’m lucky to have met you. You’re a good man, Tony.”
“It’s easy to be good when I’m around someone as sweet as you, Macie.”
I wiggle against him, feeling his hardness against my bottom.
“I’m not as sweet as you think,” I promise.
“Close your eyes,” he says. “Let me make you feel.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and just relax against his body. Tony runs his hands up and down my arms a few times, but then he moves to my belly and touches me there. He’s grazed his hands over my breasts a few times, but he hasn’t really started to touch them. Not just yet.
“You are so pretty,” he murmurs. “Soft and delicate. I love how curvy you are.”
“You don’t think I’m too heavy?”
“Not at all. I like you soft, and I’ve never seen you look so sexy as you do right now. You’re open for me, ready. You’re so willing. It’s fucking hot, Macie. You are hot.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, but then I’m quiet as he touches me. Tony’s hands find their way to my breasts, finally, and he bounces them softly in his hands. They’re heavy and big, and I like the way he touches them. He pinches each of my nipples and I groan quietly. He just chuckles.
“You like a little bite of pain with your pleasure, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure,” I tell him honestly. “I’ve never really had any pain and pleasure mixed together. I guess I always thought pain was bad. I only started learning about erotic torture this week.”
“I don’t plan to torture you, but I do want to find out what you like, Macie.” He flicks my nipples then, and my pussy clenches. Oh, that feels better than it should. It’s such a strange sensation. It doesn’t hurt. There’s a little sting, but it’s not really painful. It’s just a sharp sensation that heightens everything else I’m feeling.
I breathe deeply in his lap. As I’m leaning against him, I think of how this moment makes me feel. I just have this deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. Everything is as it should be.
And then his hands move lower.
And lower.
And lower.
Soon his palms are tracing little circles on my thighs, and I wiggle, wanting him to touch me at my core. I want him to slide his fingers inside of me. I want him to touch every inch of me. I don’t want him to stop. I know I’m wet, and wiggling against him. I know I’m groaning and moaning as he plays with me, but I don’t want this to end.
I want him to keep going.
I want to come for him.
“I think you like this,” he whispers.
“I do.”
“You like being open for me? I can see all of you, sweetheart, and you’re so fucking beautiful. Your skin is so flushed, and you’re wiggling like you just can’t sit still, like you just can’t wait for what’s going to come next.”
“I need more,” I whisper, begging.
“Tell me what you need, Macie.”
“I need you to touch me more.”
“Like this?” He runs his hand down my thigh to my knee, and then back up. “Is this what you want, Macie?”
“No,” I growl. “Higher.”
“Up here?” He cups my breast, and I whimper.
“Please,” I beg. I know he’s going to make me say it. He’s going to make me ask him. I know what he wants, and I’m going to give it to him. I’m going to tell him exactly what I need because that’s what Tony desires from me. He wants to hear me say the words, and then he’ll reward me for my bravery.
That’s how this works.
I’m learning.
“I want to come for you, Master Tony. Please play with my pussy. Please touch me there. Please make me come. Please.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg,” he whispers, biting my ear, but then he moves his hand between my legs and begins to play my body like an instrument he’s been practicing for years. He knows exactly how to touch me, exactly how to make me fall apart. He knows just what I need, and he strokes me until I begin to freefall into oblivion.
I drown in pleasure as I come.
The waves of ecstasy wash over me and seem to last an eternity. When it’s over, I sag back against him. I am sated, tired, and content. I am happy.
And I am safe.