Seven
Tonight, Ian wanted to practice on me. BDSM.
I’ll admit I don’t know squat about it other than what I’ve read in a few ebooks and the movie. What I do know is that when Ian tied my wrists behind my waist and fucked me from behind, I couldn’t get enough of it.
I guess a part of me liked feeling helpless as I begged him to not stop fucking me. A part of me loved relinquishing that control, exchanging the power, and submitting to him completely.
Hmm…maybe I am a submissive?
There’s not a question on whether I like it – he’s already tested the waters with spanking me and tying me up – now he wants to go further. Am I really ready for it? Can I handle it?
We just have to see. Find out on the next episode of Young, Loaded, and Kinky.
I don’t know why I’m scared. I guess it’s that weird feeling of the unknown. You want to take the first toe dip into the water to see how warm it is before you dive in. You want to see if your body can withstand the coldness of the water or it’ll be just too much.
That’s where I was – dipping my toe into a pool of the unknown.
I remove my shoes as I enter the foyer and am immediately greeted by the sounds of Teddy Pendergrass. I’m legit surprised Ian knows about him. Then again, this same man declared his love for Diary of a Mad Band so I can’t be too surprised by anything he does anymore.
I search for him, knowing he’s nearby. I don’t see him, but I feel him. I feel his energy, his presence, and his love. My eyes follow the trail of rose petals and candlelight to the open French doors leading to the wide and spacious balcony that overlooks Los Angeles.
I don’t think I can ever get used to this.
Ian slowly turns around and he’s still dressed in the same casual outfit from before. His eyes are softened to a sky blue and he pours a glass of champagne as I greet him. “Angel,” the word barely comes out as a whisper.
He wraps his arm around me and gives me a deep, bear hug. The type of hug that only your lover could give you. The type that says, ‘I’ll forever protect you and honor you.’ He looks down at me and just smiles as he mouths along to the lyrics. “You’re more beautiful than the Mona Lisa…”
I immediately take the glass and set it aside. I forcefully grab Ian by his neck and pull him down to my level. My lips are hungry for his and my tongue is anxious to play. I know he had romance in mind but sometimes a girl just needs to be fucked. Hard.
What Ian did for me tonight was just too beautiful and I’m ready to give him this work.
Ian follows my command and picks me up, carrying me to a corner. My back is against the brick wall and I feel him gather my arms and put them over my head. He pulls back slightly and a sexy smirk appears on his lips. “Stay.” He leaves and returns a short time later. He bounds my wrists together with soft rope and ties to them to a metal decoration above my head. “Try to move.”
I slightly budged and was stuck. A small wave of fear crashed into me. It’s all fun and games when I’m reading about it or watching the movie version but to actually experience it?
I’m not too sure I like this shit.
“Ian…” My voice barely comes out as a whisper and he shakes his head.
“Sir,” he corrects me.
I read his eyes; there’s an intensity and methodical wickedness about them now. I’ve never seen that look on him before. His voice is a deadly soft whisper. His stance is still relaxed but a bit hardened.
He means business. I thought I was about to give him this work but really, he’s about to give it to me. My pulse races. My breathing becomes a bit more sporadic. My mouth is cottony dry and I’m nervous.
Dare I admit, scared.
Yet, I’m curiously aroused. My nipples are hard as glass. My panties are wet. My skin tingles with anticipation of what’s to come and maybe, how much I’m going to. I’m hungry for more and we barely just got started. Ian has turned me out.
“Don’t be afraid,” he calmly says. His arms are casually crossed against his chest and he appears to be an instructor giving me a lesson. “You’re not in harm and I won’t harm you.”
My shoulders relax a bit. My arms aren’t stretched out nor am I uncomfortable in any way other than emotionally. I guess he was taking me to a new limit.
Limits. I definitely remember that term. Hard. Soft. I also remember there’s some sort of contract involved.
“Whatever you’ve learned or think you have learned, get that shit out of your head now.” He seemingly reads my mind. “We’re starting fresh tonight. You want to explore, I’ll help.”
My body isn’t just aroused; it seems Ian somehow plugged into an unknown outlet and turned me on to the highest setting. I can’t touch anything but I can feel the air softly blow against my body, making it tingle.
My mind is going a mile a minute. I’m being pulled in different directions and I’m not sure what path I should take. I let out a soft sigh and my chest falls. “Yes, Sir.” Calling Ian that suddenly emboldens me.
“Good girl,” He walks up to me. An index finger caresses my body where my plain t-shirt and jeans are. He retrieves a knife out of his pocket and makes a small hole in my shirt before he shreds it with his bare hands.
He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down my hips, casually tossing them in the corner. I’m only wearing my bra and bikini panties as I slightly dangle against the brick wall. My underwear is rather juvenile – several emojis are displayed across the front and back of it. My bra is the standard expensive La Perla demi lace.
I feel a shift of energy between us. Once again, he’s leading as I follow but it’s different this time. Dare I say, he almost wants me to tell him what to do and how. The moonlight shines on my body, hitting every nook and curve, and I carefully watch what Ian is going to do next.
His cologne is overwhelming male with notes of earth, citrus, and jasmine. I feel the heat transfer between us like an energy current; he’s giving and I’m accepting. He looks up at me from where he is, kneeling at my feet. He lifts up one foot and lightly massages it before he kisses it.
He repeats the same motion to my other foot and this time, I moan in appreciation. His eyes don’t leave mine and he seems pleased that I’m responding. His hands caress both of my legs, reaching up to my hips and slowing pull down my panties. He spreads my legs again and cups my sex, feeling how wet and hot I am for him.
A wicked smile appeared on Ian’s face and I knew it was going to be a long night for both of us. “Are you ready, my pet?”
Pet. I’m not sure if I like that nickname while we play, but I’ll make a suggestion later. “Yes, Sir.”
Before I could fully enjoy Teddy P.’s soulful sounds, I feel Ian’s tongue press against my clit. My body lurched forward on its own recognizance, twisting and turning as his tongue flicked over it the sensitive piece of flesh.
He held onto my legs and he dived deeper into my sex, sucking hard at times, flicking his tongue across it at others. My body spasmed into little fireworks as I panted and cried. I feel the small stubble of his beard against my inner thighs while both hands remained on my thighs. His tongue circled my clit as he lifted one leg over his shoulder.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck
My body involuntarily shakes as small beads of sweat form on my skin. As Teddy sings how his lover his lifting him higher and higher, I feel the same emotions from Ian. Moans are pouring out of my body and I don’t dare to try to quiet myself. He wants to hear me scream.
He wants me to be raw. He wants me to be free.
Ian flattens his tongue before he drives it inside me once again. I’m straining against the rope and breathing hard through my nose when he lifts up my other leg on his shoulder. Now I’m elevated on his balcony and getting crazy head from my fiancée.
My thighs are trembling, I feel the heat rise in my belly, and I know I’m getting close. I know Ian feels it too and he increases his speed.
In the open air, and I’m sure our neighbors could definitely hear me, if not see me, I came hard against Ian’s mouth.
“Shh…” His hands caress my legs as I feel his eyes watching my orgasm roll throughout my body. He’s not telling me to quiet specifically, but to calm down my body. He lowers my legs back down and he stands up. He quickly unbuckles his pants and his hardened cock juts out.
With a quick move, he’s inside me and I gasp at how much he filled me. He fucks me hard and quick; his hands steadily gripping my ass as he taunts me. “Take it, take it, take it.”
My pussy contracted around his thick cock with every thrust he’d given me. I felt his warm breath against my neck as he moaned against it. He lifted my hips slightly and gave me more of him, completely filling me.
I gasped and moaned, pleaded and sighed. This was new to me and again, for us. My body was almost numb from the pleasure overload. My mind was spinning, my heart had never beaten so fast before.
We moved together as one, our bodies slapping against each other, as Ian built a steady tempo. Every time we make love, it’s a new experience, a different level we’re going to, and it’s never the same.
I felt my body begin to betray me with another orgasm. My legs shake, my body softly trembles, and my pussy convulses around Ian’s cock. I’m on the cusp of yet another orgasm, lost within the moment, when Ian suddenly stops.
My eyes flew open and I found his staring back at me. They’re serious, intense, and are we about to have a serious discussion while he’s still inside me?
“If you want to become My submissive, you do what I say.” His British accent had a bite to it. “Do you understand I own your body now?”
“Yes, Sir!” I moaned.
“Will you follow my instructions with no questions asked?”
“Yes, Sir!”
“Now you may come,” He ordered and I felt reborn. I exploded with a shriek, followed by a loud moan as my body convulsed against his. My body arched off the brick wall and Ian….Ian just chuckled at me. “That’s my girl.”
Ian – or should I say Sir – thrust inside me a few more times before He met His own release.
My pussy quivered and shook around His cock as Sir crushed His lips upon mine. We stayed in that position for a short while before He moved. I felt his pounding heartbeat against mine, his sweaty forehead next to my neck, Things were different between us now.
We were in full-blown, knee-deep into a BDSM relationship.
I wasn’t naïve enough to think it was only going to be about sex. I knew there were going to be some things Sir was going to do I wouldn’t agree with or be comfortable. But I also knew I needed to trust Him with everything. Sir said He would never put me in any harm or danger, and I believe Him.
I only hope I can rise up to what’s in store.
Sir pulls out of me and gently removes the rope as He holds me against His body. He then picks me up and carries me to our bedroom, where He lays me down. The coolness of our bedroom is in contrast to the hotness on my skin and the energy moving between us.
Things are different now. We’re closer than before, if that was possible. I feel like I can trust Him with anything. He’s already saved my life numerous times and now He’s taken me to a place I’d never been before.
I want more. I want all of it.
Sir leaves for a short while and comes back with ice water and a moist towel. He gives me the water before He gently blots my skin with the towel, cooling me down and seemingly, bringing me back to earth.
So many emotions are going through my body and I have no idea how to process them all. What do I say? What can I say? How am I supposed to feel?
“This is aftercare,” He quietly mentions as he continues to blot my heated skin, “it’s to bring you down from the high and talk about what you just went through. All submissives are supposed to go through this with a Dom who knows His shit.”
There’s a bite of anger within Sir’s tone and I have a feeling it’s a touchy subject within the BDSM community. He lies next to me and caresses my face with the moist towel before He kisses around my lips but not quite touching them.
“How are you feeling?”
I’m feeling all sorts of emotion. I want to experience more. I want tasks. I want discipline. Maybe this would help me become more serious about my career. Maybe this would help me with the property purchases.
Maybe I can start becoming more aggressive. “I feel wonderful, Sir.”
“Why?”
I wasn’t expecting the why of it. I have to think carefully about my answer. What was it about tonight specifically that made me feel that way?
“It was different. I had no control over my hands, and really, not that much in my legs. The only control I had was…”
There’s that light bulb I’ve been looking for.
“You were saying, pet?” He encourages me.
“The only control I had was my mouth. I had to vocalize what I wanted, how much I wanted it, and when – if I did – want you to stop.” There’s the emboldened Domi. How you doing, girl?
Ian slowly blinks at me and smiles. “That’s great to hear.” He pauses. “We’ll go over more about this in the morning. I need you to rest up. Next week, we’re going to New York.”
“Oh?” I know it’s already Christmas season but I don’t think we’re going to see the big-ass Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center being lit up. “What’s in New York?”
“My friends, Nick and Zerrin,” He caresses my face. “They’ll teach you more about the Lifestyle and if it’s something you really want.”
Nicholas D’Amato, the sexy professor at NYU and his wife, Zerrin, looking like a goddess with finger-width braids and always seem to smell like vanilla. “What about You, Sir?” I ask. “Is this something You want?”
“I only want it if you do,” He replies, “but if you don’t, I’ll be just fine.”
I don’t want to be in a position where if I don’t give Ian what He wants, He’ll go somewhere else. “What if I don’t want to do BDSM all of the time? Maybe just sometimes?”
“That’s fine, too, angel.” He rubs my back and all is okay in the world. “This isn’t about fulfilling just My needs and wishes, but yours as well.”
I have the taste of power and control, for the first time, in our relationship. I like this. I like this a lot. “Are You going to spank me?”
“Yes.”
“Pull my hair?”
Ian raised an eyebrow and eyeballs my hair. “You really want me to do that?”
On second thought, hell no. Ian had witnessed in great detail and frustration, everything that takes for me get these coils on and poppin’ every day. That man knows more about co-washing, hair butters, and silk pillowcases than he’d previously wanted (or cared) to know.
It takes me forever to get this 4a hair done in the morning so fuck that shit. “No.”
“Whatever you want, angel, I’m willing to help you with.” Ian reassures me. “I only request that at one point during our experiment, I’m going to experience your last available hole.”
Anal.
Ian’s dick can barely fit into the warm and snug heaven between my thighs and he wants to fuck my ass with that?
WITH THAT?
I just…whew, chile…Ian’s dick is porn star legendary and while I know he’ll be as gentle as possible with me, it doesn’t change the fact he’s sticking a big dick in a space normally reserved for exit.
I might need to call Helen and ask if her if she can let me have some of that Khalifia Kush.