Dave2112
Level of Cherry Feather
- Joined
- Apr 17, 2001
- Messages
- 10,293
- Points
- 0
Holy shit, I can't breathe.
As I lay there struggling beneath him, my mind races; does he know? He can't possibly know that I am really, really into this.. I mean…I…I…oh shit...not my hips...oh shiitt…
"AAAAHAAAAD-DAMIIENNNNNOOAAHAAAAAA !!! STOOAHAHAOOP RIGHTNOWWAAHAAAAA!!!"
He's working his fingers right into the soft curve of my hips and I'm bucking so hard underneath him that I'm shocked I haven't cracked something yet. He works me with such a controlled, intimidating patience that I just can't help those large, impacting...erotic waves of heat to surface, enveloping my shaking body like a warm blanket on a cold day. I should've known when I saw that gag that there was more to this man than I thought. I was wrong in my assumptions...dangerously wrong. And I just can't shake this feeling...what? Relief?...no…I can't shake that feeling of..need. I need this...him. All of it.
I can feel his hands gliding lazily back up to my ribs. I suck in an anticipatory breath, howling as he wiggles his fingers in between each rib, growling as he presses firmly against my wriggling form. "Oho! Well, just look at YOU!" I can't see it, but I know the bastard has a grin on his face. "A little bit ticklish, are we? Look at them hips move, hon! If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you’re…liking this a bit, hmm?" He curls his fingers, digging in and applying maddeningly even strokes to my cage. I can't help but squeal, gasping through my laughter.
"OhGODDD-NOOAAHAAAAA!! FUHHAHAHAUUCK YOOOUUAHAHAA!!!"
"No, darlin', but perhaps if you're good…we can talk. That is…if you're in any position to." He slows down the torture, still pulling shrieks from me, but letting me catch my breath. He was gauging me. He needed my confirmation. I could feel it. And...I want to give it to him.
I wanted to give it to him the moment I saw him stand up for me at the bar. I wanted to give it to him when my hand wrapped over his and that unmistakable feeling of....RIGHT burned into my body back at his car. I wanted him to know…but I had to do it MY way. Just like when his hands traced around the scratch on my back, and his hand cupping my cheek. I was his…he had me. I just…can't let him…know...can I?
"W-waittahahaaaa!!.. Stooahahaaaooppp it..stopitstooahahaoopit!!"
Placing my hands in front of me, I use every ounce of energy I have saved to push myself up, roughly dropping my hips and trying not to show too much surprise as he slides easily off my body. Scrambling to my feet, I howl as he advances on me again, his strong arms wrapping around my waist with just enough pressure to make me gasp. Lowering his mouth to my ear, his breath hot...comforting against my neck, he murmurs roughly, "What’s the matter, Jade? Afraid of me...knowing something?"
Honestly? No...no, I'm not. I'm not telling him that, though.
I'm battling with myself now. Everything is flooding back, from the meeting of our eyes at the bar…the need for me to get closer to him…the bantering back and forth…all of it...rushing into my head and filling me with a vise so tight I feel as if I can barely breathe.
I had finally, finally met that center of balance. That one individual that everyone has who carries a knack for just...knowing. Knowing how to get right inside your head and making you feel…almost, no…completely...whole.
Yeah, I might have felt that when he was teasing me earlier, or when he asked me back to his place...but it never clicked…until...now, this moment…with his arms holding me against his solid body, his energy vibrating so hard into my head that I fight the urge to lean back into him. No. I'm done beating around the bush, let's see what he can really do.
I stand up straighter and jerk my head forward. I can't have that voice so close to me...no...not yet. Focusing on my breathing, which has slowed considerably, I clench my jaw and hiss, tensing my body against his. Letting him feel that I'm not going to make this easy…not by any means.
"Afraid of YOU?," I laugh, cursing inwardly as my breathing hitches, causing my laugh to be a bit more sultry then I was hoping. Shit… "Yeah…right. Ok, I'm ticklish…so what? You think that you’re physically capable of holding me down?"
OK. That was a bit too direct of a question, but I need to know if it isn't just ME who’s really…REALLY feeling this.
He tenses just briefly behind me, and for half a second my mind throws the idea forward that he was really just playing. That this isn't as true an intrigue for him as it is for me.
Spinning me around quickly, cupping his hands firmly under my chin, his fingers touching my cheeks, he pushes me backwards until I feel a wall against my back. Trapping me between him and the wall, he grins...but it wasn't friendly…no. It was...dark, steady...seductive as all hell.
"You think all I have is that gag, hun? You don't think I can have you tied up and completely...," slowly he traces his finger over my quivering lips, "...utterly…and totally helpless?" Dropping his finger and refusing to wait for my response…which is good because I’m feeling as if all the breath had been drained for me…he kisses me, deeply. His tongue is warm, and I can't help but melt into him. Cocking my head to the side, I roll my tongue around his, pressing against him firmly. Sensing this, he breaks the kiss, his eyes boring deep into mine, a sideways grin plastered to his face. I fight all urge to lean forward and take his mouth again.
Sucking down a shaky breath, no longer caring if my voice betrays my words…I'm down for this...I want this. I may be breaking down inside, wanting to give him my all…but, Jade doesn't play nice...I remind myself...twice.
I lay my head back against the wall, grateful for its support as I don't trust my legs at the moment, matching his gaze, grinning myself, "Bondage, huh? Sounds dope. I've always wanted to experience that. Too bad it’s being offered by a…novice like yourself."
Immediately his gaze hardens, his eyes flashing. I struck a nerve. Good. So did he.
"A novice, huh?" His voice rumbling out of his body, sending small tremors through mine, as I cross my arms over my chest, feeling slightly exposed.
I shrug, trying to play it off, non-chalant. Cool. But...curious…SO curious…my mind screaming...Take me…NOW. I want you. I need you.
"Perhaps. I mean, you just don't look very capable of tying basic knots or any of that type of thing."
Please…take me...
"Oh? Is that a challenge, or you just talkin’ all tough like you were when I had you down on the ground earlier?" Smirking, his eyes still strong, focusing so intently on mine that I have to fight not to drop my gaze.
"I LET you get me down."
Mold me…
"Oh? Okay. You want that? I'll give you that." Stepping forward, closing off the few inches of space between us, he leans forward his mouth inches away from mine. "Then you wouldn’t have any issues being tied up…that is...unless it's after curfew...or, you're a bit...scared."
Make me yours…
"I'm not scared!" I reply, a little too quickly. I can't help it. He's so close...and he smells so good. I feel raw...exposed…I need to ante up. "You talk such a big, tough game, little man. I'd just love to see if you can back all that bullshit up."
I'm ready…
Dropping his mouth to my neck, he presses hard against me, trapping me again between the wall and his body, his mouth roaming my neck, biting, nibbling, licking in ALL the right places.
"Mmmmmohhhh...s...stop...n...n...nooo.."
Keep going…please...more…MORE..
Wrapping his hands around my wrists he pulls me away from the wall, I buckle my knees to keep from crumbling to the floor. I need to stay alert. Focused. Leading me down the hall and pushing open the door to his room, he suddenly lifts me up and drops me onto the bed. Still holding tight to my wrists as he mounts my hips, he grins again. "You are in deep shit, girl. You entered MY room without permission, and you ran your mouth to ME? I think you need a few lessons in what is considered appropriate behavior."
Narrowing my eyes, I struggle underneath him, growling; "Fuck you, man! It's going to take a bit more than that to get me to even BEGIN to give a shit about what you have to say!"
I'm ready.
"I knew you we're going to say that. Oh, Jade..so predictable..so..tough. We're going to have to take a bit more fight out of you. I want you nice and limp for what's next." He envelopes his left hand easily around my wrists, raising them high above my head. I try to struggle, but he's easily overpowering me.
"N-No..NO!!" Gasping, I widen my eyes as he lowers his right hand to my exposed underarms, his fingers stroking the air just inches away from my skin. Electric currents slam into my body as he drops his wiggling fingers, burying them deeply into the hollows of my underarm.
"OHHAAAHAAA!!! NOOOAAHAAAA!!! NOOMOREEAHAHAAA!!!"
MORE.
"No More?? NO MORE??" He teases, speeding up his tickling as I buck helplessly underneath him, howling with peals of laughter. My body and mind stuck in Heaven and Hell. Torment and Pleasure.
"Lots more, Jade. LOTS more. I'm just getting started! Wait until I have that body stretched out.." He works each individual finger into my underarm, gliding down to my ribs, coaxing frantic, hysterical laughter from me. "Then...the real fun begins..."
As I lay there, shrieking uncontrollably with laughter, my mind flashes words..blurbs..flickering repetitively..like a strobe light; I can't give in now...Take me.....I need to hold the fight..I need you to show me this is what I think it is....I'VE got this..I'm yours.
Above all else, one thing rang clear for both of us…an unspoken acknowledgment that only seemed to intensify this…connection.
It’s going to be a long night. One that I’ve been waiting for my entire life…
With the light from the candles flickering off of Jade’s body, adding warm textures and sensuous shadows to an already magnificent sight, I look her over as if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a bound woman. Of course, it isn’t…but try telling that to my heart as it slams against my ribcage. Dammit, dog…you’ve done this before.
Have I? Have I really? Have I really done this with an actual…connection flowering? And just what is this connection all about? Ok…I know the obvious. Jade likes to be tickled. Loves it, in a way. At least, that’s the reading I’m getting from those moves…those sensual moves of hers…those hips rocking against….
STOP IT! This is what you DO, man. She wants you to control her. Established. She’s ticklish, and that clicks with your primary kink to the Nth degree. Confirmed. And…this is the first time she’s ever been tied up. Obvious. Then, what’s with this….thing…in your head that this is somehow new?
Still uncertain.
I draw myself in, focusing. Let’s just allow that to uncover itself as the evening progresses, shall we? I circle the bed, Jade’s eyes following me…deep…moist, fearful? No…anticipating. I stare her up and down and the images of getting her like this still flash in my brain. The token resistance, the sense of the fight leaving her, but still unable to completely desist. . That slow, steady way that the balance of power shifted from her, to us….to me. Knowing that it was her fantasy, no…her reality to be taken in the way she needs to be taken. To have those walls broken down, one by one, until the irresistible force overcomes the immovable object and claims what’s his.
Just like we both wanted it.
Her first bondage experience is a rather erotic choice, I’ll say that. So, she is opening herself to this. Fuck, I’ve played with bondage virgins before…but this is different. She’s not scared, she’s not fidgeting. She’s….hungry. Yes, I can taste that coming off of her like the scent of fresh blood in the air. It’s that strong. She dove in, and now she’s swimming up to her neck and enjoying the water.
Time to let her know what lies beneath the surface.
She’s a vision to behold, and I find myself settling my breathing at the sight of her like this. Sitting upright, her naked back against the headboard of the bed. Her lithe arms pulled upward….tight…wrists lashed together with coils of soft, white rope and tied off to the intricate iron latticework of the large bed. And her legs…my God, those long, slender legs…spread apart, delicate ankles wrapped in the same pliable rope which disappears under either side of the bed, tied off to the frame beneath…leaving her slim feet to twitch and circle, one of the few freedoms she has. My gaze centers for a moment on the space between those legs, barely covered with a V of red lace, the thin straps of the thong traveling over her hips, drawing one’s eye to the shape they enhance, daring you to look away.
I do, but barely. My gaze travels upward to Jade’s flat stomach, made more erotic in appearance by the tight position she’s in. The incurve of her waist, flaring out again as my eyes traverse her ribcage, subtle shadows of bone just barely breaking the surface of her smooth skin. Her breasts more perfect than I’d imagined….soft, firm…natural. The perfect size for a pair of lips to enclose. They rise up and down with Jade’s breathing, which is strong and steady. My gaze, almost refusing to leave those tender mounds, rises to take in the sight of her arms, stretched high and tight, the hollows of her armpits beckoning my deep-seated fetish to erupt and simply attack….torment…tickle….
No. I want to control her, but first I center and control myself. It’s never been this hard. This isn’t just play, and while I can’t define it, I do know it. But, I also know my craft…and if this is what Jade wants…what she’s been craving…then she’s going to get more of it that she could possibly imagine. I continue circling the bed, wordlessly, letting her feel every inch of rope that touches her flesh, letting the helplessness truly sink in. I like to do this, and the simplicity of that thought feeds me. I use the attraction against her…holding her gaze as I slip off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor….turning my back to her to let my jeans drop and giving her a brief glimpse of my form before tugging on a pair of black silk pants and facing her again. I approach her slowly, noticing that her eyes have not left me since I began my walk…and I climb onto the bed, sitting cross-legged next to her.
“Jade…you look wonderful…simply delicious.” I tease as I let a slow grin spread across my face, comfortable, but not eager, “how do you feel?”
“I-I….feel….” she stammers as she draws in a breath, her look changing to a slit-eyed stare in a heartbeat. Good. She’s still showing that Jade fire. Gives me SO much more to play with. “I feel like I should have helped you a bit with these ropes.”
“Oooh…Jade…when are you going to learn some manners?” I smile as I lean in to whisper in her ear, “and some obedience?”
“As soon as you…g-grow a set…and teach me some.”
Fuck, can I feel that. Hard. Still trying to break my balls, yes…that’s Jade…but the force behind it is…well, there’s flow to it, a feel…she’s pushing. And she knows what reaction she wants from me. But, she’s gotta earn that. I pull back and grab her face with my hand, bringing my own within inches.
“Wrong answer!” I bark. The subtle recoil excites me and drives me to press on. “Are you afraid I might….do something?” I sneer. That throws her. I stretch my legs out and get comfortable, placing my hands against the skin of her arms, drawing down slowly and enjoying every little twitch of her face as I close in on her exposed armpits.
“ME? Af-fraid? No…no, I’m not….no…no….nonoNO!! AHHAAHAHANO!!!”
Reaching her armpits, my fingers extend and rake lightly over the skin that I know is so very ticklish. Her eyes, beautifully widening as I trailed down, now clench shut as giggles become barely restrained laughter. She grits her teeth, fighting back against the sensation. I know she’s waiting for it to get worse, but I hold off, tickling just enough to keep her on edge. Under control. Gliding the tips of my fingers up and down the soft skin, I keep my voice steady and even as I speak.
“Jade, your little secret is really no big secret at all,” I say as my fingers play so very lightly under those arms, “but you are GOING to tell me anyway…I want to hear it.” And I do. I want to make her say it. It pleases me. Fighting against the maddeningly light touch, her voice cracks between little hitches of tittering laughter.
“Wh-WHAT? No…no….I won’t…..I…I can’t…..”
“Yes, Jade,” and I lower my voice, “You can. And you will. Or….”
My fingers curve at the tips and the movement becomes a steady flutter, picking up speed, tickling faster under her arms. I know what it’s doing to her, and I wonder for a moment if she knows what it’s doing to me. Just the act of doing this excites me, but doing it to bring out the hidden depths of a woman’s soul, drawing things out of her like I know I’ll be doing so much of…I can’t describe it. I simply can’t.
“NONONO!!! ohGod!! Stop…hahahahahaaPLEASE!!! PLEASE STOP IT NOW!!! NOW!!!”
I stop the tickling, but keep my fingers lying against the skin of her sensitive armpits. I’m still here, girl…I always will be, don’t you forget that, I won’t let you.
“Is this bothering you, babe? Is there something you want to tell me now? I can keep this up until you open up a little.” Again leaning in, my voice drops back to the command tone I want her to learn to respond to, “give me your secret. I want it.”
My fingers begin tickling again, but with a feverish purpose. I let my nails draw against the skin, raking sharply on the way up. Over and over with constant contact I tickle under Jade’s helpless arms. Her giggles are now peals of laughter.
“AAIIGHH!!!! NONONOSTOP IT! OK…..OKOKOKOK!!!! Just STOP PLEASE!!!”
Backing off again, I take the deepest pleasure in the pace of her breathing and the look on her face. “Last chance, I’m not gonna ask you again.”
“OK! I’m ticklish! You happy? I’m fucking TICKLISH!”
“I already knew that….try again.”
She bites her lip, closing her eyes for a moment, then opening them to stare at me. I feel one of the last remaining walls fall away. “I….I like being tickled, ok? I just….do.”
“Really? Well, I do want to make you happy, Jade, I really do. Maybe I should see where else you’re ticklish?”
“No!” she responds quickly, “I didn’t mean that!”
“But, I thought you said you liked it.” Press her. Keep her off balance. Good. Draw it out. Bring Jade out into the open.
“Come ON! You know what I….I mean…I do, but…I don’t….I can’t take it….I mean I can, but…..JESUS, DAMIEN I DON’T KNOW!”
I take her face in my hand and draw her eyes to me.
“I know, babe….I really do. I’ve known since I pinned you…and it’s ok. Know why?”
Jade turns her had so preciously sideways and lowers her eyelids, “Why? What are you up to?”
I pull in to her ear again, letting the words bore into her brain. Letting them, one by one, fill her with my intentions and cement her bound helplessness into her soul. The words come out as smoke on my tongue.
“I really enjoy tickling bound women…and I’m going to use it to make you my….good girl.”
I know that gets to her. And I can taste the conflict in her. That last wall, the one I know she craves to see fall, but has never fallen beneath it.
“Oh god Damien, NO! Don’t….” and her voice changes as she throws the final gauntlet down, throwing herself completely into it, “….like you could EVER make that happen, dickweed! I don’t play nice. You’re gonna….”
“FIRST!” I bark as I take her face in my hand, staring into her widening eyes and letting her know exactly what she’s playing with, “We’re going to work on that language. No…more…names. Lesson One. Let’s see if you can let that sink in….”
Without warning, I drop my hands to Jade’s extended ribcage. It feels so good. Clawing my fingers, massaging deep as she squirms reactively. I throw my leg over her and sit between her spread legs, tickling her ribs as the sound of her howling laughter fills my ears with a pleasure I haven’t known. Even the years of tying up girlfriends and lovers, tickling them for fun and for control….none of it compares to this. To taking Jade, such a marvelous creature of strength and purpose, and unlocking those things hidden from everyone else. From herself. In that exchange, and in this moment, I know exactly what it is that’s been at the back of my head. Other women have let me dominate them. Jade wants me to. It’s dominance at its most real. Teaching someone, guiding her, forcing reactions and drawing her out from within.
In the way I’m best at.
“NONONO!!!! GOD….STOP!!!!!....ohpleasepleaseplease…..FUCK! HAAAHAAAGODNOOOOO!!!! ASSHOLE!!!!! OhshitshitnoAAIIGHHHHGAAWWDD!”
“Now Jade,” I say evenly as I pick out individual ribs and stroke their lengths, tickling nerves I wonder if she knew she had, “you’re not doing very well. This is the easiest lesson we’re gonna have, and I really thought you were much stronger than this, honey.” Teasing her, drawing out the motivation to tickle her, and reminding her of what she needs to do to make it stop….all of it starts to push me deeper into that place. That need to control, that fulfillment at causing certain reactions. I’m falling into this. Hard. My fingers work her over, not just tickling, but coaxing her along, running up and down her ribs, up into her armpits, stroking up and down, pressing in, poking. I’m consumed by the thought of making her give in to that one thing that will open the floodgates for the rest. Her hands are fists as the muscles in her arms tighten, pulling with everything she has to evade the ticklish onslaught, but to no avail. She’s caught, and I have her. And I will do what I want. This, she needs to know.
“OKOKOK!!!!! I…..I……OKNOMORE! I’ll STOP!!! PLEASE!!!!! I will, I PROMISE!!!”
I stop immediately. The desire to keep tickling her almost overcomes my need to mold her, but the words of admission drive into my heart. She needs to trust that I mean what I say, and that for every concession, there is a reward. This is no longer about me.
I wonder if it ever really was.
“Very good, baby,” I say with a pleasant tone as I watch my Jade catch her breath, a look of fire still in her eyes, but tempered….sucked in somewhere. “Now, I want to hear it plain, from you, without being tickled. Let me know you’ve learned this first lesson.” Just speaking the words fills me with a pride in my craft so deep, so very deep. And hearing hers fills me with that same pride. For her.
“I’m sorry. No more names. I promise.” Her tone is strong, but the challenge I’ve grown so used to hearing is drifting away…her voice is smoky, accepting. The combination hits me like a train, but I hold it down. She is completely falling into this.
And I want her to. I want her to fall, and I want to catch her. There is nothing else.
He has me and he knows it. And god, am I so happy that he does. I thought this was going to be easy. Listen to a few tunes, break him down and then watch him coil into a ball. I was wrong. I couldn't have been more relieved that I was.
Years I have spent knocking and batting away fakes and wannabes, my search stealth-like but overwhelming. I spent many hours wondering if I was just going to be stuck with the occasional fuck and run, instead of something....something....
Like this. Something not sugar-coated, covered up in a pretty paper only to be unwrapped over time, then realizing how devastatingly wrong it all was. No. This is...well...yes…perfect.
Before he had tied me down I had stripped for him. No, I didn’t simply take my clothes off…I stripped. Slow, sensual…erotic. My walls falling to the floor with every piece of clothing…both peeled away. Our desire no longer hidden behind side glances and smart remarks…no, we didn't want this...we needed this.
And as I stare up at him, his fingers resting on my quivering thighs, gently caressing while I absorb all of this energy…I realize something. I may be bound and completely at his mercy, but there was this one feeling that I allowed to wrap a comfortable hold on my mind…
I am safe...
..and turned on as all hell. If he doesn't stop doing that thing to my thighs I swear to God I'm going to..
"Jade."
His voice breaks through my reflection and I snap my eyes back up to his, swallowing hard, taking in the sight of him; Strong, assured... Male.
"Yeah?" God he has intense eyes. And his voice...I could listen to hi-
"JADE! I am talking to you!" Curling his fingers into the flesh of my thighs as I let out a choked howl, exploding into gasping laughter.
"OhhhhAAAhhaaaaaahaaaImsssssorrrhahahaaaaa!!!!"
Thrashing wildly, I try to shake his grip off of me but he holds fast a stern look, his eyes flashing amusement…making me melt all over again as I struggle to focus on his words through my laughter.
"Now, now, Jade. You are to listen to me, do you understand? When I speak…you listen. Do you understand?" Quickly he slides his hands back up, fluttering his fingers expertly over my hips, gliding his nails onto my ribcage and trailing tortuously down. "I don't hear you, GIRL! SPEAK UP!" He barks, his voice causing me to recoil as I wail through peals of helpless laughter.
"I..I..AhhhAAAHAHAAAA!! OHGODIUNDERSTANDYOUSONOFABIIHAHAHAAAIITCHHH!!!"
Throwing my head back, I clench my eyes shut, absorbing each caress, the feeling of hands controlling my body's movements and responses, leaving me unable to do anything but fight uselessly and laugh...oh, is he making this work. He’s becoming a drug... a seductive, powerful, effective but safe drug.
I need more.
Pulling his hands away abruptly, he grabs hold of my face, growling low into my ear. "Now, little girl.. you have experienced Lesson One. But talking to me like that will not fly! No longer. That is finished. I think someone is ready for her next lesson..." he trails a finger along my jawline and bores his gaze deep into my widened eyes and I fight the urge to scream.
His touch is magnetic. Drawing something from deep inside of me that I have always know exists, but have never experienced actually being drawn out. Breathing heavily, I lower my eyes downward, wriggling my hips back and forth and stumbling clumsily over my pleading, "N-no.. please..no more.. i..i'm sorry..no..i won't! You can't make me!"
I know he enjoys a challenge, and I honestly couldn't help it. I wanted him to make me eat my words…slowly.
Chuckling, he pulls his hands away from my face, resting them lightly on my waist, circling his fingers in small arcs, just enough to keep me focused and giggling maddeningly.
"Nnnnoheeheeaahaaannoooooostoooahaaaoopp!! DAMIEN!!!!!"
I wail, slamming my body down violently, my head spinning as sensations shoot through me, searing a hot hold on my reckless body. Shaking his head slowly, he shoots me a grin, drumming his fingers along my hips and calmly responding over my shrieks, his utter resolve the Yin to my body’s twitching Yang, "NO. You need to learn, baby. You thought it was cute to play around with me? You've taken on the beast, and you know you wanted to push. I know you wanted this. WE know, don't we?"
Yes.
"NO!"
"Oh, Jade. You really are just asking for it, aren't you? OK. I can see you aren't going to make this easy…” his voice becoming so damned musical, so utterly confident in his ability, “which I just want to thank you for. Because it's going to make bringing out the girl I know is hiding in you…so..much…sweeter." Grinning he flattens his hands out, sensuously massaging my hips, causing me to writhe and suck in a shaky breath. "Bu..." I stammer, searching his eyes, my heart slamming excitedly into my chest as I ride each tremor he brings out of me, every sound he forces from me as his hands tickle my helpless body…oh god….ohhhhh….
"Enough!” It is fast, and he throws me, snapping my attention from one focus to the other so quickly, so…oohhh…. “I'm through. It's time for you to really learn, baby. And this position isn’t exactly the one I have in mind for that task. You're in it soooo deep, girl…"
And as I lean back, the heat of my naked body soaking into the cool iron of the bedframe…my mind frantically trying to figure out his next move…as I watch him slide slowly away from me, I can't help but hope he is right.
I am deep into it.
And I couldn't have found anyone better to break down my walls than Damien.
The difference between tying her this time and the last is like night and day. For the first, she offered her resistance, playing the game and still letting walls drop one by one. Now, she eases into it…enraptured, submissive…mine. Her words may still hold the faintest hints of challenge, and they’re fading fast…but her body works with me as I untie her hands from the headboard and her ankles from the frame. The ropes still dangle from her bound wrists and feet as I grab Jade by her hips and pull her down the length of the bed. As she reaches the center, my heart skips a beat as she slowly parts her legs wide enough to lay each delicate ankle against one of the footposts. That she did that herself told me everything I needed to know.
The power had shifted, the exchange complete.
“Now, you lay there and be good while I finish tying you, do you understand?” I tell and ask her as her eyes gaze into mine.
“I…what are you…Dam-..”
“No!” I bark, low and steady…keeping my focus on staying a step ahead of her. She’s falling fast, and I need to establish this without a break from here on out. I know this, the timing, the whole feel…all of it. Right. Having her feet secured, I crawl up the bed, climbing over Jade’s delicious body like a stalking predator, the image I know burns into her brain. On all fours, I hover over her face and bring it down close, my voice easing into a controlled pinpoint focus, I take her chin in my hand and speak into her. “I asked you a simple question. Do…you…understand?”
“Y..Yes…..Sir.”
The moment freezes in time. One of those instants, like the purported second before you die, where a million things, multiple concepts, coalesce within the ticks of the second hand. Yes Sir. Those two little words signaling the complete transfer of power. With those two words, she had just given me everything. Ironically, given the way I play, I never demand the use of the word. I’m secure enough in my own Alpha role and don’t need that kind of validation. To hear it said willingly from her…freely choosing to submit to Him after He establishes dominance, well…that’s about as perfect as this can get.
And in Jade, I know I’ve finally found that perfect center of balance.
Hovering over her, taking those simple words and all their heavy implication deep within, I simply smile and reach my hands upward, tying off the loose rope, looping it through the headboard and pulling, stretching her arms up tight over her head and affixing the knots that will keep her in place while I work. And I have a lot to work on. I slide off the bed and begin to slowly circle, keeping my hand in contact with her body, letting her know that I’m here.
“I take it you’re comfortable, Jade?” I ask in a smooth even voice.
“Y-yes sir. I am….thank you.” She replies, and I can swear there’s a bit of a purr under that apprehension.
“Good. Now, we’re going to have to talk about that attitude,” as I trail my hand down her leg, feeling the muscles twitch at my touch, “and the fighting. Oh, there are so many things we need to talk about, my dear,” my hands now laying over the toes of her right foot and my other hand reaching out to do the same to the left as I center between her helpless feet. Gripping her toes, I shift and move her feet as I speak, reminding her exactly where I am and what I can do at any time I choose, “and in order to learn that respect, you’re going to need to learn about…consequences, aren’t you?”
“Te-…..ooohhh….teach me.” And they’re not just words in a game. She means it. It’s as sure as the coming sunrise.
Falling deep into the center of my true being, I lock onto her eyes, and feed off of her submission. My need to truly teach her, to guide her through this new door she’s finally chosen to open…it strikes me hard. The weight, the responsibility, the absolute core nature of being a Dominant…so long untouched, so long relegated to only play.
No longer. I slowly start to run my hands over the tops of her feet, letting her feel the touch, building the anticipation as I speak to her, directing her to me as my fingers spread and stroke the sides of her arches, watching her face begin to clench from the sensation. “I am in control here, Jade. Do not forget this. I will take care of you, but I will have your respect in return. When I do not receive this respect….there are consequences. Do you understand this?”
“Oohhhpleasegoddon’t…..y-yes, I do. I DO!”
“I really….don’t think…you do….” I draw out the words, arching an eyebrow as she pleads with her eyes. Starting at the base of her curling toes, I rake my fingernails down the soles of her helpless feet, playing my palms on her heels as I kneel down to work. Her reaction is instantaneous, laughter flowing out of her as I tickle up and down her bare soles. The feel of her trapped feet under the ministrations of my fingers and the sight of her from my particular vantage point suck me in hard, every second of this bringing me back day by day, century by millennium…to the days of Man being X, Woman being Y and that being that. My voice stays settled and direct as her thrashing provides the counterpoint. As I speak, her feet are my toys, tickling them in an ever-changing rhythm, keeping her on edge, open to the world we’re creating.
“Now, do you know why I’m doing this? Why I’m tickling your poor feet?” I let my voice flow as I start to punctuate key words with more intense tickling, “Why I’m…..TICKLING….these little feet….OVER…and…OVER…and making you FEEL….ALL…of this…OVERPOWERING….sensation?” The act of teasing her, feeling her completely reactive excites me and pulls me deeper under. She tries to answer…between the laughter and the breaths I allow her to take.
“OoohhhgodSTOPITPLEASE!!!! OohHAAHAAHAAHAAJESUSFUCK….b-because….OOoohhh….I wa-was…..BAAADD? Oh god PLEASESTOPtickling me please…”
I know she’ll get there, I know she wants to. But it’s not that simple. There’s still another layer of this, so important…one that I know she feels, but simply hasn’t locked onto yet. The heart of this connection. I take the big toe of Jade’s left foot in my grip and pull back, stretching her sole and locking her foot in place as I slowly start to flutter my fingertips up and down her sole and scratching her heel.
“Yes, there’s that….but think, baby. Really think about what this is all about….you can do it….maybe you just need some more….motivation?”
“NOOO! Oh godpleasenomoreIcan’tTAKEITNOOO!!!! Haahaahaa….aaahhh…Ican’tthink…I-I…..AAIIGGHHHH!!!!”
I swallow her sudden scream whole as I disengage from tickling her foot and get up, laying forward to run my hands up her legs and settle my clawed fingers over her knees. I’ve hit a spot that seems to have a serious impact on poor, ticklish Jade. My fingers roll slowly, kneading the sensitive area, pressing my arms down to hold her in place.
“Try again, Jade. You need to get this…why have I tied you up, and why am I tickling you?”
“OHgodSirPLEASE…..I-I…HAAHHHHAAANOMOREpleaseplease….I…Ooohhhaaahaano…I DISRESPCTEDYOU SIIIIRRRR!!!”
She’s getting there. She’s getting it. You can do this, baby, I know you can. Fall….feel it. Let me be everything you’ve been looking for…you’re so close. I need her to get this on her own. I know I can simply lord over her, solid in my role…but I know where she wants to go, where she needs to be. I travel upward, allowing her to catch her breath, refocus and let everything swirl. She’s enjoying it, this I know. I am as well. So much. So fucking much. My hands lie loosely on her hips as I direct her attention to me, grinning as my eyes lid heavily, showing her that look that I’m about to do something. The sharp intake of breath lets me know she got it….full force. My voice drops low, easy…sensual. Teasing her. Drawing Jade in.
“My god, woman…you do look amazing in this thong…” letting the raw sexuality of the moment wash over me, “but…I think it should….go.” Jade whimpers lightly, the sound manna to my soul, her head rolling back as I drop my lips to her hips and close my teeth around the thin strap of the thong. Her scent heavy around me as I pull until the strap breaks….then kissing over her lower belly to repeat the act again, drawing it out, letting her feel every hypersexual moment.
“MMMmooohhh…..aaahhhhhgod…..” Jade’s sensual moaning traced with the undertones of her trailing laughter.
Sitting up, I drop my fingertips to the inside of her thighs, fighting every urge to focus all my attention on her bared pussy, to take her in my….NO. Not yet….not after all of this…..so much more….to do. I run my fingertips around in small circles over the tender flesh, along the very edges of her moistening core and over the top of the gentle mound. The tickling is light, but effective. I can see that in her reactions, her laughter less powerfully forced and more….almost girlish. The reduction of Jade from firebrand to giggling girl is almost more than I can wrap my mind around. For all of my strength in what I am, I fight like never before to stay on track. By the very nature of her being everything I’d been looking for…she still challenges me. To be more. More than I’ve ever been. And it hits me. That thing I couldn’t put my finger on earlier, why this all seemed new after putting so many lovers into bondage.
With others, I had captured their bodies. With Jade….we’d captured each other’s beings. I refocus, letting myself open to this….to her…to everything.
“I want you to really think, Jade. I will give you one more chance before I have to get….serious,” I let the tickling trail off to light sensual strokes as I look her directly in her blue eyes, “Why…am I…doing this…?”
“B-Because…..y-you want to, Sir.”
The surge takes me over, crawling up over her bound body, hovering over her and letting my face drop close to hers, Jade’s eyes looking up at me with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. I can sense it in her, the pleasure at having pleased me. The heart of everything. My hand brushes away a loose strand of hair as I speak to her smoothly.
“Yes! Yes, baby. Good…..good girl. I’m doing this because I want to…and that’s exactly what you want me to do, isn’t it?” I drop down to cup her face in my hand, my lips inches from her ear as I let my voice become a weapon as powerful as my hands….just as effective, but much more….erotic, “I want to do this…I want to own you…take you…work you…mold you into everything you want to be,” my hand caressing across her face, down her neck and over her shoulder, easing over her breast, cupping the soft mound…my thumb circling over the hard nipple. Her low moans and gaspy breath joining my own as I drive deeper…pulling her in just as far as I am falling, “You are mine, Jade…and I will do whatever I want…and there’s not a thing…you…can do about it.”
Her body rolling, twisting against the bonds as I play her with my hands and mouth, I can sense every bit of receptive energy coming off of this glorious creature of sensual primality. I’ve got her and I’m not letting go. My mind drifts back, to her…standing there taunting me with that gag swinging from her wrist. My lips curl as I decide on a…just punishment for that. I kiss the side of her neck, listening to her soft moans as I press her further, seeing exactly how deep into this Jade wants to go. My tongue against her ear as I whisper with hot breath.
“We still have to talk about your snooping, don’t we?”
“MMmoooohh….y-yes….we do, Sir. Please….I’m sorry…d-don’t…”
“That’ll do…it was a Yes or No question, Jade.” I pull up and over her, my arm reaching over to the small stand beside the bed. I lock my gaze on her as my voice takes on the dominant tone again, the one she’s responding to more and more with each passing usage. “You went where you shouldn’t. You took something of mine without asking. And….” my eyes slitting as my brain relaxes into this…. “you tried to use it against me, didn’t you? Very bad girl, Jade….very bad.” Her body writhing as her face shows a mixture of subtle fear…and unexplored desire.
I draw away from the stand, in my hand a match to the ballgag Jade had let drop so easily before. A large purple ball with a thick black strap, steel buckled and menacing in its look alone. “If you wanted to play with one so badly, perhaps we should let you….now,” my voice hard, leaving no room for argument, “Open wide, Jade….NOW.”
I stare hard into her widening eyes, waiting…to see. If she complies, or struggles. It will tell me everything that’s left to know. The moment hangs like an anvil over an oblivious passerby.
Drag me down, baby. Bring me, carry me, catch me... take me where ever you want to go. Because where ever you are leading, I want to be. I have to be. I need to be.
I'm lost, but have found so much blinding clarity. Damien is a focal point in my life, hidden behind so many barriers and walls. And it wasn't until his palm caressed my cheek that it came slamming into me full bore.
A simple motion, really. But one with so much impact that I found myself choking on my own gasps. As his hands play forward unto my quivering body, my laughter is the only form of expression I can convey aside from frantic squirming. But, could he see the renewal he’s causing underneath it all? I need him to see that. Need him to understand that I crave his entire whole being. And, as he lords over me, dangling the gag in front of my face, I find myself facing two choices. One, fight as I know best. Or two, accept that my ability to fight is subdued, irrelevant…and completely give myself to him.
There is no debate. My choice is as clear as my vulnerability.
Struggling to stop shaking, I hold his powerful gaze and slowly open my mouth.
I give it all to him.
"Good girl." He murmurs, his voice gravelly. I can smell his arousal, he's as ready for me as I am for him. But, I know he’s not done yet. Calmly he lifts my hair up, guiding the gag into my mouth and securing it snugly. Trailing his mouth over to my ear, I can't help but moan loudly. He’s already exposed my arousal and anything he does from here on will only surmount it.
Nibbling behind my ear, he chuckles low and brings his hands to rest inches away from my exposed underarms, not touching yet, but way too close.
Tensing, I lock my body tight, whimpering and mewing helplessly behind my gag, the solid ball absorbing my pleas as he speaks in light, even tones, his tongue coating each word with desire run rampant.
"Now, Jade," he begins, curling his fingers forward and straight still hovering a mere breath away from my tense body. I can feel a solid pit in my stomach as my shoulders begin to shake lightly. "Do you think it was cute to run off at the mouth to me, earlier? How does it feel to have that taken from you?" If I could answer, I’d tell him…so confining, so utterly subdued…so freaking hot. Slowly, he begins trailing little, tight circles around the hollows of my underarms. Shaking my head vehemently, I burst into muffled giggling, struggling to speak around the gag.
"MmppHHhhhhHH!! MmmMMM!!" I wail, still fighting to not buck upwards into his tickling. My heart slams into my chest as he suddenly stops and climbs atop my thighs, tightening his legs around mine and gliding his hands up to my ribs, hovering right below my breasts. I tense as Damien again manages to sense my most vulnerable places like he had a map…
"What was that? You’re….sorry? Was that it? I’m just having a hard time understanding you…” Oh my GOD…the way he teases me verbally is worse that what he’s doing with his hands... “I think your lying to me, girl. I think you get a kick out of breaking my balls, and I’m really starting to think that you’re not even apologizing at all…that sounded more like ‘Fuck You’ than ‘I’m sorry’…" Holy shit…it doesn’t even matter what I try to say…he’s got this, and that realization begins to consume me, anchoring my helplessness. Clawing his fingers inwards he firmly glides downwards, eliciting frantic gasping laughter from me, I can feel my face flushing and tears beginning to prick my eyes from the torment. But there is something much deeper trying to push forward. And by the cocked eyebrow Damien shoots me, he knows too. His gaze is so irritatingly steady, in such maddening contrast to the work of his hands…his fingers. Stroking under my breasts, tickling that flesh that no one has touched, not like this. The sensations envelop my entire chest, the tickling rolling right through my ribcage and sending the most erotic signals to my hard nipples. And through it all….that controlled stare.
Shifting his form up slightly to straddle my hips as they perform a slow grind, he presses his own hips against mine roughly, allowing me to feel his arousal through the thin layer of cool silk, a millimeter between us, between… His eyes burrow deep into mine, a slow grin curling his lips upwards as he leans forward, bringing his mouth down to my waiting breast and enveloping his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue slowly around the bud.
Gasping, I struggle to arch my back into his form, the warmth of his tongue as it lazily circles my nipple, kissing across my chest to begin work on its partner, each erotic movement sending searing heat to my already moist center. Closing my eyes I let out a lyrical moan, as he growls low, the vibration of his voice flowing through the echo chamber of his hot mouth, sending shockwaves through me. As I lay there, writhing against him, I feel him shift slightly…still working my tender nipples over and creeping his fingers slowly back to my underarms, scratching gently with just enough pressure to relapse me into breathy giggling, begging out to him through my gag as I wiggle my hips and squirm against the sensual tickling.
Pulling his mouth away at such an agonizingly slow rate, I find myself growling weakly. He continues the gentle torment and glides his hips over mine, circling slow and nibbling against my neck. His presence at the entrance to my body…too much…please…please…
"MMmmmpphhMmmMMMmmmmRrrrrr!!" I widen my eyes, biting down on my gag and thrusting my head back, spasming lightly as my mind races struggling to absorb each sensation after the other. Each different, but with one meaning behind it.
Making me his.
"Are you sorry, Jade? Baby? Are you sorry for sneaking around places that aren't yours and disrespecting me? Nod if you hear me, girl. I know for damn sure you can feel me." Mercifully he stops the torture to my underarms and begins kissing down the center of my stomach, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Have you learned who is in control here?" He brings his mouth to my lower belly, resting his chin and gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my sensitized nipples.
"MmmMmmmHmmMhhmmm!!!!" I squeal, nodding and pulling uselessly at my bonds, my body sending signals to my brain of its readiness. My heart in my throat as I take comfort in my position, belonging to him.
Something I had been blindly seeking for so long, a light that seemed so far away, was finally laying above me, molding me with his words, his hands, his mouth. I need him to complete my direct connection to him, tying us together in a dance so intimate I moan softly at the thought alone.
Kissing along my belly, he slides up wards unclasping the gag and caressing my cheek as I struggle to gasp and catch my breath.
"Tell me what you want, Jade," he commands, trailing a finger gently over my lips and kissing my forehead, "tell me, Jade. Let me hear you."
Despite my arousal, my shaking body and my gasping breath, I lock my eyes onto his and speak in a voice stronger than my body portrays. I need him to know, there no hesitation and no second guessing.
"Damien, I want you. All of you. Please. I want you to take me and I want to give myself to you. Please, Damien."
He had keyed the lock to a place so long buried I had forgotten it could exist, exposing it to daylight after a lifetime under the hard ground. I can't run from that. Not anymore. And he’s not going to let me…
...I am not letting her slip. She’s uncovered, exposed…Jade’s true self crashing to the surface and I will not let her fall back under. The drive sets itself strong, focusing my own true self….fully. Never so fully. Nothing hidden, nothing held back…no necessary adjustment to the particular traits of a playmate…just two creatures of primal origin letting everything go.
However…this is still mine. And I will enjoy it.
I come very close to leaving the gag firmly buckled into her mouth. The sheer eroticism alone compels me to absorb what she represents like that….bound, silenced, Jade’s every reaction controlled. The tease is almost too much for me. Taunting her and drawing her in to her own fall. And her sounds…they ring in my ears, taking hold…helpless, pleading, desperate…and so female. There is little that can get to me like the sound of muffled pleading, that upward lilt at the end of what attempts to be a sentence…like a question molded with a scream.
But it is the thought of all of them…all of her sounds, all of Jade’s connection with me that drives me to remove the gag and feel every panting breath she gives me in her release. I want all of them…her pleas, her moans, her ripe sounds of torment and ecstasy. And I plan on pulling every one of them from her…
I can taste her anticipation, my eyes locked on hers, the sight of her looking down her own sensually writhing body to hold my gaze, lids wide open, then falling heavy as my chin slides over the top of her feminine mound. Her scent is heavy, primal…the pheremones of mating, readiness…and as ready as she is, I draw deep and hold my own center…I am not finished with her, and I’ve only started to feed.
My hands run down the length of her bound body, tracing over her hips and down into the parting of her legs. My mouth resting against the outer lips of her pussy, my fingertips stroking lightly at either side, I let my tongue flow easily over Jade’s moist slit. The sharp intake of breath lets me know exactly where she is…as my fingertips let her know exactly where I’m going to take her. Tickling her lightly along the soft skin around her most intimate flesh, I press on, deciding in that moment to see just how far Jade can go.
“NnnggooohhhOOHH! Ohshitbaby…doitplease….NoSHITstopTICKLING! pleeeease? Ohgodpleeeeeasejust….do it….so close….its….ooohhH!!! GODPLEASE!!”
Her begging, the reactions to the light tickles as my tongue plays is overwhelming. Driving me deep into that center of control. The shared love of tickling so rare between two people…finding that in one another, I have to use it…to mold her, push her farther than she’s ever been. Maybe farther than I’ve ever been. I drive my tongue a little deeper, tasting the tender inner lips flow over the tip as I draw close, knowing where to go instinctively, but tasting every second of it in my own decided path.
My hands tickle lightly over her thighs and settle on her hips as I target Jade’s clit. My lips kissing her pussy as my tongue works under the length of her erotic centerpoint. It’s a balancing act, keeping her on the wire, feeling her tip from one side to the other, trying so hard to maintain her balance…and the deliciously sadistic part of me wants nothing more than to sneak up behind her and push. Keeping her on edge, I tickle her hips, then dart my tongue over her swelling clit. Alternating the intense sensations…tasting her, tickling her…caressing her, tormenting her….back and forth…over and over as she pulls heavily on the strong bonds, her body writhing in pleasure, torment and the release of her inner being.
It builds, and I let it wash over me fully…that need to own her, possess her and control every thing she feels. It comes hard and I react harder. Resting my mouth for a moment and looking up at her, her face flushed, I give her an arched eyebrow and tickle into her hips and sides hard….grasping her firmly as she arches up, flailing her tight body as she screams in ecstatic laughter…holding it…holding….getting her right to the edge of what she can take…
….then stopping immediately and giving her no pause, no time to collect as I bring my hands down, cupping her ass and pulling her in hard to my mouth, encircling my lips, pursing them over her tender clit and sucking in, drawing her out, tasting the female flesh surrounded by my lips, my tongue….stimulating her hard, moaning low in my throat, letting the vibrations slam into her. Her body tries to arch, but I hold her fast to me, keeping the hard contact, capturing and devouring her. Her screams of passion and release surround me.
“MMNNGGOHSHIT!!! …..aaahhhgodfuckYESSSSS!! SuckmebabyHARD!! Ohfuckohfcukohfuck….ahhhh…oohhh….oooHHHHHHGODMAKE MECUMPLEASE!!!”
I know she wants to….I want her to…and it is so fucking hard not to just keep going and draw that out of her. But no, not yet, not this way….I want all of her…I’ve fed, and now, it is time to mate. Nothing but the raw, primal urges, all civility stripped away. This strong female, under my control…mine…and ready to be claimed. Letting it all flow through me, I climb up her body, take her face in my hands and kiss her deep, her mouth sucking me in hard…pushing her away, down, my hands on her shoulders….I glare at her, invite her in with me….grinding my hips against hers, I want her so bad…and I’m going to tell her….exactly what’s going to happen. It is strong, that need to enforce the position, and to hear hers through her own finalized connection. My body lays on hers heavy, kissing up her neck and letting my breath spill over her ear as I drive home my intentions on her flesh…
“You have got….the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted, baby…and I want all of it….all of you. You listen to me. You are mine. And I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to take you, and I’m going to claim you…”
“OhGod yes!” Jade breaks in…and I can feel, taste, touch and hear her submission to me in every breath, but there’s something else there….something… “take me….baby, I need you…I’m yours, make me yours please…..fuck me…untie me….fuck me Damien….claim me….”
Untying her is a blur. She’s been released from herself, and now, I want her released into me. I can feel it….the balance coming into play, the power I took from her, that she gave….coming back, but changed….
I strip my silk pants as she shifts, pulling herself in, then stretching out toward me….eyes locking…I crawl over the bed…at her, stalking….she crabwalks back, against the headboard…as I launch forward, taking her in my arms and lowering her over, containing her within me, my cock throbbing for her….
....entwining a hold on me, he draws me down into the bed and curls his body above mine. Gripping a loose hold of my face, he lowers his mouth to my quivering lips, his tongue hungrily seeking mine out as we kiss...deep and desperate.
It all falls away. Nothing more than clutching limbs and breathless gasps.
Arching forward, blindly seeking out more of his solid form, I gasp and thrust my hips forward. Crying out as he slides his length against my slit, never breaking through but pressing, teasing, withholding.
"P..please..Dam..Damien..mmmohhhgod..please..d..dont..t..tease..m..more.."
Bringing forth a growl manifested off of hours of Dominance and control, Damien thrusts forward, connecting with my core and entering hard. Spasming from his entry, invading me, laying claim in the oldest way known, I let out a passionate howl and dig my nails into his back, desperately trying to convey so many unspoken thoughts...emotions...feelings…
…feelings of control, uncovered passion, the kind only two who have searched and found can truly understand. Enveloped by the warmth and inviting pressure of her tight pussy, still feeling the entry, hungered after for so long, the final breaking through to Jade’s innermost being, parting her lips, feeling her walls close in around me. Fucking her hard at first, almost losing control, but keeping it, claiming this, pulling slow and long….my mouth seeking hers, fucking Jade both ways…my cock invading her, my tongue taking her heat…the circuit of passion complete as my hips pull back, draw forward and meet with hers in a slow grind at the end of each erotic flow of our bodies….
“Godyoufeelsogood…feel that, baby….ride with me….”
And we do….riding the waves, her power surging, mine flowing…meeting in the air, balanced. Alpha Male….Alpha Female…roles set as our bodies join with our hearts and minds….my hands on her, stroking down her smooth skin, the heat almost consuming me…friction, smooth…she is mine…I am hers…her power challenged me, mine overtook her…and ours now joins…
“Hold on baby,” I stare into her fluid eyes as I fall deep and erotic, “this is gonna be niiiiccceee….” moving into her body and pulling my hips up, pressing my root against her clit, trapping her in pleasure and rolling smooth. Her gasps fill me, and I can feel the build, that surge in the pit of my stomach…and I can feel her pulsing…arching back…feeling every stroke against her walls and clit…molding her…fucking her from a place I didn’t even know I had…and I can feel her…sense her….giving it to me…
..."Mmmmohhgod...DAMIEN! Y..you..Ohhh..f..fuck...m..e..ME!"
Clinging on to him, I throw my head back and release a lyrical, piercing scream. His thrusting increases pressure as he rolls his hips slowly, taking his time and working me into a whimpering, gasping mess.
Moaning low, he works his mouth down across my breasts, his tongue making steady, even strokes across my pinked nipples. Slowly he trails his hands down to my hips, grasping tight and burying himself deeper into me as I choke on my moaning, bringing my gaze to his, and howling out through ragged breaths, "H..harder! Ohhhmmm…Dominate me…D..Damien!"
His body connecting so well with mine. The feeling of his length filling me whole, massaging the walls of my core as I tighten around him, milking his throbbing cock.
All the while a layer, buried underneath our erotic binding begins to push slowly forward from the deep recesses of my entire being. I try to shake it off, but still it lingers.
Forcing the momentary lapse out of my headspace, I envelope a familiar emotion pushing through to the surface. My own Dominance. My own need to work my craft. However, this time it's different. I don't feel the need to overpower...no. I want to share, connect, unite with Damien.
I need to…
Bringing my mouth to his ear I purr sensually, nibbling on Damien's earlobe and dropping my tone into a clear request. "Ohh..baby..I want you to take me from the back...please...baby...primal is...as primal does.."
My eyes flash green with arousal as his lips curl into a grin and my heart swells as he raises his form upward.
I need him...
I need her. I need her to join with me, and I can sense it happening in the core of everything I am. My Dominance, established…..Jade’s…surfacing. The balance of it all overpowering.
I pull in hard as I finish off three long, slow strokes into her body, bringing my head low to moan in her ear, letting all of the erotic force flow, not caring where we are, just opening….so…..far…..
“Mmmnnn, I’m gonna take you animal, babe….mate with me…..”
Jade moans deep, sucking in breath as I take her by the hips, forcing myself to leave her momentarily, hearing her soft whine as we break the connection…but only for a moment, the need too strong for anything else….grabbing at her…rolling her body over as she growls, taking over, meshing with me in our primal dance….setting herself on her knees and running a hand over her smooth ass, looking back over her shoulder at me, her look smoky, her fixation unmistakeable…
“Mmmnn….like this, baby? You enjoy the view….then take me hard….fuck me….Damien…just fuck me….”
Her words force me into reaction as my hands did to her earlier…her power assured, mine directed. Bringing myself behind her, my hand trailing down her back as I guide my cock into her again, she’s so primed and ready…one hard thrust that brings a squeal of passion from Jade and a growl of desire from my own throat. It’s heat….it’s power…it’s animal….as we fuck easily, my hips grinding against her ass, her working me, drawing my cock deep….
“I….want you…to feel this, baby” I manage to get out as I hover over her back, my desire to take her all the way too hard to ignore now, “you’re going over the edge….and I’m coming with you.”
I run my hand under her body, stroking along her stomach until my fingers close around her pussy, slipping in to find her clit…the pad of my finger caressing small circles as I screw her with sharp, steady thrusts…and her reaction is powerful….her screams of passion filling me…her grinding body joining with mine…searching for so long…and all I want is to complete everything we’ve started…I arch back and take her with me, leaning onto my knees, she on hers as we fuck upright, Jade leaning back into me, sitting on my lap, speared on my cock as her head falls back onto my shoulder, my hand playing her clit and her own on her breasts…erotic…animal…mating as its always been done.
“Cum with me, Jade…..let go….let it all go….”
..."S..so..c..c..closeeeeemmmohhhshit...ohhgod...yes...Damien..f..faster..harder..d..DEEPER!"
I'm lost in his ministrations. Unable to focus on one solid sensation as thousands barrel through my quaking body. Each electric thrust shoots forth another sound from my mouth as I grind against his hips, sharing in a dance so intimate, so erotic, so filled with passion that it takes my already gasping breath away.
I need him back above me. Finishing my piquing orgasm, releasing me from a million invisible bonds. Throwing my head back, I let out a wailing moan, clutching a tight hold of the comforter and growling through clenched teeth. I’m becoming something I never knew I could be...and loving every second of it.
He feels powerful to me. A force derived from pure animal instinct, gut reaction and fluid movement. I want to counter-balance that with anything...and everything. His thrusting movements, his erotic torment. I want it all.
Mind, Body, Spirit, Soul.
I can feel him swelling inside of me, as well as my own orgasm beginning to build in ways too raw for me to voice to him as I try to steady my shallow breaths and stammer loudly, "p..Please..back...to top...make me cum...over me...baby...lord over me...I love when you’re over me.."
I can't help but rewind back....back to the beginning of the evening. When everything was smart comments and side glance stares. I mean…I didn't even like his gig position at first! What is going on here? Why do I feel like, so... so...whole?
…so…completely….whole. My mind racing back….her walls, her defiance, her fight, her struggle….her slip…her fall…her bondage…her body….her heart, mind…I can’t take it. Our connection bound fast to our movements, driven on as we moan, growl and breathe deep and fast.
Whole. United. A force of nature. Man. Woman. In the right place. With the right partner. And that’s what’s been at the edge of my mind all night, it hits me deep and hard as I pull out of Jade’s body to take her completely.
Every hunter needs prey….but also a mate. And Jade is both.
My breath ragged, but strong, fueled by the culmination of the night…no, the lifetime…leading to this, “Down, girl….yessssss…I want you under me….n-now…right…now…”
The broken contact almost painful…taking her body in my arms…the animal giving way to the man…lowering her to the sheets and locking her gaze with mine….no words….none needed…we both know….this is how it’s supposed to be….
I’m over her…looking down….the vision too perfect…both of us so soaked with raw passion that I don’t even have to guide myself into her, simply pressing my hips down and sliding in smoothly as we mate…slow…steady…bodies locked…her arms around my neck…my mouth on hers….growing...thrusting…faster….deeper….her stomach rolling, so sensual and exotic, her breasts shaking with her body…the thin lines of her neck…her legs wrapped around me, bringing me in, accepting me as lover, Master, Alpha.
“OOoohhh….babyplease” she moans, low and even, the husky female voice counterparted to my own sounds, “makemecumplease….fuck me Damien…..I’m yours….always was….togetherbabyplease…..ohgodd….I’msoclose…Ooohh…OOOHHHH….Cumm with MMeee……..”
Her voice draws me in, and I lose myself in her, the sensation too strong…I can feel her walls tighten around me, pulsing, almost vibrating as Jade arches her back…I follow…leaning on my hands, clutching her breasts, taking in every female part of her…my orgasm breaking loose….surfacing….ready to give back to Jade everything I took…everything she’s given me…..
“You’re mine, Jade…..ohgodyoufeelgood….MMmnnggg…AAAHhhhhh..AAHhhh……CUMBABY……Cum with me……”
The one thing I’ve lost control of all night…what she’s drawing from me….it’s all fire and liquid heat as my hips slam into hers, pressing in tight as the orgasm flows from me into Jade…joining us…connecting us as man and woman…yin and yang….perfectly matched….hunter…prey…teacher…student…searched….found….
...with one last fluid movement from Damien's hips, driving with ease and force, I release.
Everything blurs before me as I grab a tight hold of Damien and press him against my convulsing body, making him feel the impact of his craft. Flowing effortlessly out of my body and around his length, I whimper loudly as I bare my teeth and glide my mouth along the flesh of his neck, the only words I can manage is the one stuck, cemented into my brain...
..Damien...Damien..
It’s almost a mantra. Drawing his name out slowly, each letter with a sound of its own. He has given me something that I do not yet know how to use...something that I need to be taught how to handle...how to share...how to expel.
Rocking my hips forward, I soak in his sounds, quivering as he brings his lips to mine and brushes past them to travel along my elongated neck, licking a trail and kissing down it as his own moans rumble out of his body, burning deep into mine.
Waves of satisfied exhaustion begin to take hold of me as I slack against him, my lips parted and my eyes slitted as my breathing begins to slow into an even pace. Using the last of my strength I lean up, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my head into his shoulder.
I feel protected…and that realization momentarily throws me. I've never really felt this...safe.
Gazing into his eyes I let a wide grin spread across my face, my need to express my happiness high above anything else. The fact that Damien took me on, brought me down, lifted back up and then exposed new aspects of myself that I never knew held as much velocity as they do, was something that I just couldn't chalk up to as a "hit and run."
He brings out the best in me...in all the worst ways possible…
…in every way possible, Jade is now mine. And I am hers. And the uncharted territory opens before me…beckoning me to the new experience, the culmination of endless hunts. For this one ends in so much more than simple primal feeding.
The sheets are cool on my back as I roll over, taking Jade with me. She curls against me, shaking…and I find myself doing the same. And still, it’s primal. To soothe your mate, to take her in and calm her, keeping all threats at bay for her. Her voice is steady, however…sultry, relaxed as she lays her head on my chest, nestled into a spot I instantly know will be hers alone to claim many times over.
“Damien,” the sound of my name on her sweet lips pulls me down and comforts me, “that was…amazing. How was that so…so…”
“Perfect?” I reply, feeling the word’s full meaning, “balanced? Aahhhh…baby…maybe…fate? Primal drives, finally leading us together? I don’t know…” I roll over slightly and take her face in my hand, staring into those blue eyes that first flashed at me through a crowd, seemingly years ago, “what I need…you have…what I have…you need. It’s here, it’s real…and I’m not letting go of it. We worked too hard.”
And I mean it. The rarity of it all hits me strong. The meshing gears, the shared kink for tickling. All too perfectly matched to even be real. I feel as if I’ve crossed my own lines, and learned from Jade as well. Learned that control is not complete without submission as a desire and not just an expectation. That ownership, however realized, must be earned…the fight for the prize. And…I’ve become what I have always been deep down…free to explore that with someone craving the shared journey.
“Hey,” she says low, the familiar force of the Jade I first met in the alley, “so…are you gonna show me some different kinds of stuff, or did Jade suck everything out of you, guy?”
It’s so easy, so comfortable to be with her…and I find myself enjoying even her barbs. They make her what she is, and led me here in the first place.
“What?” I tease, “you think you’re coming back here, now do ya? Jeez…throw some chicks a bone and they start getting all clingy and shit….”
She pushes against me with her arm and brings her face to mine, “What?!? Yeah, that’s what I thought, a one-trick pony…no challenge at all. Well, you remember this sweet ass when it walks out your door….”
It’s another one of those frozen moments. A million thoughts and concepts in one tick of the clock. The words that come instinctively to my lips to cut off her jests…formulating in my brain, feeling the impact of it all, the true layers of human emotion. I’ve never wanted to say this before…not so easily…but it becomes real…not some expected statement after an accepted amount of time, not from a poem or song…but real in its own right…from the deepest part of our connection, from the entire concept of two people who are simply and unmistakably made to wind up together…strong within its own realm, meaningful to those it envelops, and that’s all that matters….I draw in close, end her prattling with a solid kiss and pull back, her cheek once again in my hand, this time unconfused, willing, warm. My eyes lock hers and the moment…beautifies.
“Jade….shut up,” the pause could be a second or a million years, “I love you.”
The words slam into me…hard. Three little words…backed with meaning that I just know is meant only for me.
Searching his eyes, I analyze this statement, running it over through my brain. It sounds nice...no, it sounds...right. This isn't love like you see between an old married couple or even two high school kids. No, this is derived from something deeper than that, something that doesn't require a ring or a thousand pre-worded Hallmark cards. This is uninhibited love. Passion, fury, compose and construct. Setting a base foundation to build upon.
My response is effortless and requires no question.
Laying a kiss onto his lips, I draw back, "I love you too, Damien." the words flow out of my mouth molding and sticking into the air as I curl back against his body feeling almost a sense of relief wash over me, but also something else, a question…one that keeps knocking back into my brain even before our bodies united together.
Nuzzling my face into his shoulder, I tilt my head up and murmur, my need to know besting my desire to let this flow. I had to know..
"Damien?"
"Yeah?"
Cocking my head to the side I let it out..
"Where do we go from here?"
Where do we go from here?
It seems years ago, not half a day as it now shows itself to be, the sun rising and peeking its first look into the windows of my bedroom….our bedroom. I can’t get my head around the fact that I didn’t even know Jade yesterday, and now, I am loving her. The most primal emotion of all, the one that makes us the dominant species. Our ability to recognize and feel it within our own hearts…in our own time and way.
“We go forward, baby,” I reply, and mean it, feel it, “we claim this. We make it ours and defend it. We’ve waited too long, fought too hard and dug too deep to let it go.” I pull her in and stroke my hand down her back, still on fire, but burning low, waiting for the next influx of fuel to rage anew, “This is just the beginning, Jade. I mean…just the surface has been scratched…you have so much to learn about this, and I will teach you. And…I have so much to learn from you.”
As the sun warms us, Jade in my arms…in my heart and taking her place as the female to my male, the possibilities flow through my relaxed brain. And it hits me…
I’m still me. She hasn’t changed me, only added to what was there. I’m still Damien, I still don’t play nice…and I know she doesn’t either. And I don’t ever want to lose that. The image formulates in my mind, and even after this incredibly draining experience…I can feel my cock start to stir at the thought alone. Our joined primality flows strong and adds to the raw physical and emotional impact of what’s going through my head….expanding on this, testing its limits and hoping we find none.
I bring my lips to her ear, feeling us both drifting into a sleep that will probably last days and leave her this one last tease, still needing to assert that final bit of control.
“You think this was intense, baby? You just go to sleep, rest….fall into me and don’t worry about where we go…
…I have an idea you’re gonna love….”
As I lay there struggling beneath him, my mind races; does he know? He can't possibly know that I am really, really into this.. I mean…I…I…oh shit...not my hips...oh shiitt…
"AAAAHAAAAD-DAMIIENNNNNOOAAHAAAAAA !!! STOOAHAHAOOP RIGHTNOWWAAHAAAAA!!!"
He's working his fingers right into the soft curve of my hips and I'm bucking so hard underneath him that I'm shocked I haven't cracked something yet. He works me with such a controlled, intimidating patience that I just can't help those large, impacting...erotic waves of heat to surface, enveloping my shaking body like a warm blanket on a cold day. I should've known when I saw that gag that there was more to this man than I thought. I was wrong in my assumptions...dangerously wrong. And I just can't shake this feeling...what? Relief?...no…I can't shake that feeling of..need. I need this...him. All of it.
I can feel his hands gliding lazily back up to my ribs. I suck in an anticipatory breath, howling as he wiggles his fingers in between each rib, growling as he presses firmly against my wriggling form. "Oho! Well, just look at YOU!" I can't see it, but I know the bastard has a grin on his face. "A little bit ticklish, are we? Look at them hips move, hon! If I didn't know any better, I'd think that you’re…liking this a bit, hmm?" He curls his fingers, digging in and applying maddeningly even strokes to my cage. I can't help but squeal, gasping through my laughter.
"OhGODDD-NOOAAHAAAAA!! FUHHAHAHAUUCK YOOOUUAHAHAA!!!"
"No, darlin', but perhaps if you're good…we can talk. That is…if you're in any position to." He slows down the torture, still pulling shrieks from me, but letting me catch my breath. He was gauging me. He needed my confirmation. I could feel it. And...I want to give it to him.
I wanted to give it to him the moment I saw him stand up for me at the bar. I wanted to give it to him when my hand wrapped over his and that unmistakable feeling of....RIGHT burned into my body back at his car. I wanted him to know…but I had to do it MY way. Just like when his hands traced around the scratch on my back, and his hand cupping my cheek. I was his…he had me. I just…can't let him…know...can I?
"W-waittahahaaaa!!.. Stooahahaaaooppp it..stopitstooahahaoopit!!"
Placing my hands in front of me, I use every ounce of energy I have saved to push myself up, roughly dropping my hips and trying not to show too much surprise as he slides easily off my body. Scrambling to my feet, I howl as he advances on me again, his strong arms wrapping around my waist with just enough pressure to make me gasp. Lowering his mouth to my ear, his breath hot...comforting against my neck, he murmurs roughly, "What’s the matter, Jade? Afraid of me...knowing something?"
Honestly? No...no, I'm not. I'm not telling him that, though.
I'm battling with myself now. Everything is flooding back, from the meeting of our eyes at the bar…the need for me to get closer to him…the bantering back and forth…all of it...rushing into my head and filling me with a vise so tight I feel as if I can barely breathe.
I had finally, finally met that center of balance. That one individual that everyone has who carries a knack for just...knowing. Knowing how to get right inside your head and making you feel…almost, no…completely...whole.
Yeah, I might have felt that when he was teasing me earlier, or when he asked me back to his place...but it never clicked…until...now, this moment…with his arms holding me against his solid body, his energy vibrating so hard into my head that I fight the urge to lean back into him. No. I'm done beating around the bush, let's see what he can really do.
I stand up straighter and jerk my head forward. I can't have that voice so close to me...no...not yet. Focusing on my breathing, which has slowed considerably, I clench my jaw and hiss, tensing my body against his. Letting him feel that I'm not going to make this easy…not by any means.
"Afraid of YOU?," I laugh, cursing inwardly as my breathing hitches, causing my laugh to be a bit more sultry then I was hoping. Shit… "Yeah…right. Ok, I'm ticklish…so what? You think that you’re physically capable of holding me down?"
OK. That was a bit too direct of a question, but I need to know if it isn't just ME who’s really…REALLY feeling this.
He tenses just briefly behind me, and for half a second my mind throws the idea forward that he was really just playing. That this isn't as true an intrigue for him as it is for me.
Spinning me around quickly, cupping his hands firmly under my chin, his fingers touching my cheeks, he pushes me backwards until I feel a wall against my back. Trapping me between him and the wall, he grins...but it wasn't friendly…no. It was...dark, steady...seductive as all hell.
"You think all I have is that gag, hun? You don't think I can have you tied up and completely...," slowly he traces his finger over my quivering lips, "...utterly…and totally helpless?" Dropping his finger and refusing to wait for my response…which is good because I’m feeling as if all the breath had been drained for me…he kisses me, deeply. His tongue is warm, and I can't help but melt into him. Cocking my head to the side, I roll my tongue around his, pressing against him firmly. Sensing this, he breaks the kiss, his eyes boring deep into mine, a sideways grin plastered to his face. I fight all urge to lean forward and take his mouth again.
Sucking down a shaky breath, no longer caring if my voice betrays my words…I'm down for this...I want this. I may be breaking down inside, wanting to give him my all…but, Jade doesn't play nice...I remind myself...twice.
I lay my head back against the wall, grateful for its support as I don't trust my legs at the moment, matching his gaze, grinning myself, "Bondage, huh? Sounds dope. I've always wanted to experience that. Too bad it’s being offered by a…novice like yourself."
Immediately his gaze hardens, his eyes flashing. I struck a nerve. Good. So did he.
"A novice, huh?" His voice rumbling out of his body, sending small tremors through mine, as I cross my arms over my chest, feeling slightly exposed.
I shrug, trying to play it off, non-chalant. Cool. But...curious…SO curious…my mind screaming...Take me…NOW. I want you. I need you.
"Perhaps. I mean, you just don't look very capable of tying basic knots or any of that type of thing."
Please…take me...
"Oh? Is that a challenge, or you just talkin’ all tough like you were when I had you down on the ground earlier?" Smirking, his eyes still strong, focusing so intently on mine that I have to fight not to drop my gaze.
"I LET you get me down."
Mold me…
"Oh? Okay. You want that? I'll give you that." Stepping forward, closing off the few inches of space between us, he leans forward his mouth inches away from mine. "Then you wouldn’t have any issues being tied up…that is...unless it's after curfew...or, you're a bit...scared."
Make me yours…
"I'm not scared!" I reply, a little too quickly. I can't help it. He's so close...and he smells so good. I feel raw...exposed…I need to ante up. "You talk such a big, tough game, little man. I'd just love to see if you can back all that bullshit up."
I'm ready…
Dropping his mouth to my neck, he presses hard against me, trapping me again between the wall and his body, his mouth roaming my neck, biting, nibbling, licking in ALL the right places.
"Mmmmmohhhh...s...stop...n...n...nooo.."
Keep going…please...more…MORE..
Wrapping his hands around my wrists he pulls me away from the wall, I buckle my knees to keep from crumbling to the floor. I need to stay alert. Focused. Leading me down the hall and pushing open the door to his room, he suddenly lifts me up and drops me onto the bed. Still holding tight to my wrists as he mounts my hips, he grins again. "You are in deep shit, girl. You entered MY room without permission, and you ran your mouth to ME? I think you need a few lessons in what is considered appropriate behavior."
Narrowing my eyes, I struggle underneath him, growling; "Fuck you, man! It's going to take a bit more than that to get me to even BEGIN to give a shit about what you have to say!"
I'm ready.
"I knew you we're going to say that. Oh, Jade..so predictable..so..tough. We're going to have to take a bit more fight out of you. I want you nice and limp for what's next." He envelopes his left hand easily around my wrists, raising them high above my head. I try to struggle, but he's easily overpowering me.
"N-No..NO!!" Gasping, I widen my eyes as he lowers his right hand to my exposed underarms, his fingers stroking the air just inches away from my skin. Electric currents slam into my body as he drops his wiggling fingers, burying them deeply into the hollows of my underarm.
"OHHAAAHAAA!!! NOOOAAHAAAA!!! NOOMOREEAHAHAAA!!!"
MORE.
"No More?? NO MORE??" He teases, speeding up his tickling as I buck helplessly underneath him, howling with peals of laughter. My body and mind stuck in Heaven and Hell. Torment and Pleasure.
"Lots more, Jade. LOTS more. I'm just getting started! Wait until I have that body stretched out.." He works each individual finger into my underarm, gliding down to my ribs, coaxing frantic, hysterical laughter from me. "Then...the real fun begins..."
As I lay there, shrieking uncontrollably with laughter, my mind flashes words..blurbs..flickering repetitively..like a strobe light; I can't give in now...Take me.....I need to hold the fight..I need you to show me this is what I think it is....I'VE got this..I'm yours.
Above all else, one thing rang clear for both of us…an unspoken acknowledgment that only seemed to intensify this…connection.
It’s going to be a long night. One that I’ve been waiting for my entire life…
With the light from the candles flickering off of Jade’s body, adding warm textures and sensuous shadows to an already magnificent sight, I look her over as if it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a bound woman. Of course, it isn’t…but try telling that to my heart as it slams against my ribcage. Dammit, dog…you’ve done this before.
Have I? Have I really? Have I really done this with an actual…connection flowering? And just what is this connection all about? Ok…I know the obvious. Jade likes to be tickled. Loves it, in a way. At least, that’s the reading I’m getting from those moves…those sensual moves of hers…those hips rocking against….
STOP IT! This is what you DO, man. She wants you to control her. Established. She’s ticklish, and that clicks with your primary kink to the Nth degree. Confirmed. And…this is the first time she’s ever been tied up. Obvious. Then, what’s with this….thing…in your head that this is somehow new?
Still uncertain.
I draw myself in, focusing. Let’s just allow that to uncover itself as the evening progresses, shall we? I circle the bed, Jade’s eyes following me…deep…moist, fearful? No…anticipating. I stare her up and down and the images of getting her like this still flash in my brain. The token resistance, the sense of the fight leaving her, but still unable to completely desist. . That slow, steady way that the balance of power shifted from her, to us….to me. Knowing that it was her fantasy, no…her reality to be taken in the way she needs to be taken. To have those walls broken down, one by one, until the irresistible force overcomes the immovable object and claims what’s his.
Just like we both wanted it.
Her first bondage experience is a rather erotic choice, I’ll say that. So, she is opening herself to this. Fuck, I’ve played with bondage virgins before…but this is different. She’s not scared, she’s not fidgeting. She’s….hungry. Yes, I can taste that coming off of her like the scent of fresh blood in the air. It’s that strong. She dove in, and now she’s swimming up to her neck and enjoying the water.
Time to let her know what lies beneath the surface.
She’s a vision to behold, and I find myself settling my breathing at the sight of her like this. Sitting upright, her naked back against the headboard of the bed. Her lithe arms pulled upward….tight…wrists lashed together with coils of soft, white rope and tied off to the intricate iron latticework of the large bed. And her legs…my God, those long, slender legs…spread apart, delicate ankles wrapped in the same pliable rope which disappears under either side of the bed, tied off to the frame beneath…leaving her slim feet to twitch and circle, one of the few freedoms she has. My gaze centers for a moment on the space between those legs, barely covered with a V of red lace, the thin straps of the thong traveling over her hips, drawing one’s eye to the shape they enhance, daring you to look away.
I do, but barely. My gaze travels upward to Jade’s flat stomach, made more erotic in appearance by the tight position she’s in. The incurve of her waist, flaring out again as my eyes traverse her ribcage, subtle shadows of bone just barely breaking the surface of her smooth skin. Her breasts more perfect than I’d imagined….soft, firm…natural. The perfect size for a pair of lips to enclose. They rise up and down with Jade’s breathing, which is strong and steady. My gaze, almost refusing to leave those tender mounds, rises to take in the sight of her arms, stretched high and tight, the hollows of her armpits beckoning my deep-seated fetish to erupt and simply attack….torment…tickle….
No. I want to control her, but first I center and control myself. It’s never been this hard. This isn’t just play, and while I can’t define it, I do know it. But, I also know my craft…and if this is what Jade wants…what she’s been craving…then she’s going to get more of it that she could possibly imagine. I continue circling the bed, wordlessly, letting her feel every inch of rope that touches her flesh, letting the helplessness truly sink in. I like to do this, and the simplicity of that thought feeds me. I use the attraction against her…holding her gaze as I slip off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor….turning my back to her to let my jeans drop and giving her a brief glimpse of my form before tugging on a pair of black silk pants and facing her again. I approach her slowly, noticing that her eyes have not left me since I began my walk…and I climb onto the bed, sitting cross-legged next to her.
“Jade…you look wonderful…simply delicious.” I tease as I let a slow grin spread across my face, comfortable, but not eager, “how do you feel?”
“I-I….feel….” she stammers as she draws in a breath, her look changing to a slit-eyed stare in a heartbeat. Good. She’s still showing that Jade fire. Gives me SO much more to play with. “I feel like I should have helped you a bit with these ropes.”
“Oooh…Jade…when are you going to learn some manners?” I smile as I lean in to whisper in her ear, “and some obedience?”
“As soon as you…g-grow a set…and teach me some.”
Fuck, can I feel that. Hard. Still trying to break my balls, yes…that’s Jade…but the force behind it is…well, there’s flow to it, a feel…she’s pushing. And she knows what reaction she wants from me. But, she’s gotta earn that. I pull back and grab her face with my hand, bringing my own within inches.
“Wrong answer!” I bark. The subtle recoil excites me and drives me to press on. “Are you afraid I might….do something?” I sneer. That throws her. I stretch my legs out and get comfortable, placing my hands against the skin of her arms, drawing down slowly and enjoying every little twitch of her face as I close in on her exposed armpits.
“ME? Af-fraid? No…no, I’m not….no…no….nonoNO!! AHHAAHAHANO!!!”
Reaching her armpits, my fingers extend and rake lightly over the skin that I know is so very ticklish. Her eyes, beautifully widening as I trailed down, now clench shut as giggles become barely restrained laughter. She grits her teeth, fighting back against the sensation. I know she’s waiting for it to get worse, but I hold off, tickling just enough to keep her on edge. Under control. Gliding the tips of my fingers up and down the soft skin, I keep my voice steady and even as I speak.
“Jade, your little secret is really no big secret at all,” I say as my fingers play so very lightly under those arms, “but you are GOING to tell me anyway…I want to hear it.” And I do. I want to make her say it. It pleases me. Fighting against the maddeningly light touch, her voice cracks between little hitches of tittering laughter.
“Wh-WHAT? No…no….I won’t…..I…I can’t…..”
“Yes, Jade,” and I lower my voice, “You can. And you will. Or….”
My fingers curve at the tips and the movement becomes a steady flutter, picking up speed, tickling faster under her arms. I know what it’s doing to her, and I wonder for a moment if she knows what it’s doing to me. Just the act of doing this excites me, but doing it to bring out the hidden depths of a woman’s soul, drawing things out of her like I know I’ll be doing so much of…I can’t describe it. I simply can’t.
“NONONO!!! ohGod!! Stop…hahahahahaaPLEASE!!! PLEASE STOP IT NOW!!! NOW!!!”
I stop the tickling, but keep my fingers lying against the skin of her sensitive armpits. I’m still here, girl…I always will be, don’t you forget that, I won’t let you.
“Is this bothering you, babe? Is there something you want to tell me now? I can keep this up until you open up a little.” Again leaning in, my voice drops back to the command tone I want her to learn to respond to, “give me your secret. I want it.”
My fingers begin tickling again, but with a feverish purpose. I let my nails draw against the skin, raking sharply on the way up. Over and over with constant contact I tickle under Jade’s helpless arms. Her giggles are now peals of laughter.
“AAIIGHH!!!! NONONOSTOP IT! OK…..OKOKOKOK!!!! Just STOP PLEASE!!!”
Backing off again, I take the deepest pleasure in the pace of her breathing and the look on her face. “Last chance, I’m not gonna ask you again.”
“OK! I’m ticklish! You happy? I’m fucking TICKLISH!”
“I already knew that….try again.”
She bites her lip, closing her eyes for a moment, then opening them to stare at me. I feel one of the last remaining walls fall away. “I….I like being tickled, ok? I just….do.”
“Really? Well, I do want to make you happy, Jade, I really do. Maybe I should see where else you’re ticklish?”
“No!” she responds quickly, “I didn’t mean that!”
“But, I thought you said you liked it.” Press her. Keep her off balance. Good. Draw it out. Bring Jade out into the open.
“Come ON! You know what I….I mean…I do, but…I don’t….I can’t take it….I mean I can, but…..JESUS, DAMIEN I DON’T KNOW!”
I take her face in my hand and draw her eyes to me.
“I know, babe….I really do. I’ve known since I pinned you…and it’s ok. Know why?”
Jade turns her had so preciously sideways and lowers her eyelids, “Why? What are you up to?”
I pull in to her ear again, letting the words bore into her brain. Letting them, one by one, fill her with my intentions and cement her bound helplessness into her soul. The words come out as smoke on my tongue.
“I really enjoy tickling bound women…and I’m going to use it to make you my….good girl.”
I know that gets to her. And I can taste the conflict in her. That last wall, the one I know she craves to see fall, but has never fallen beneath it.
“Oh god Damien, NO! Don’t….” and her voice changes as she throws the final gauntlet down, throwing herself completely into it, “….like you could EVER make that happen, dickweed! I don’t play nice. You’re gonna….”
“FIRST!” I bark as I take her face in my hand, staring into her widening eyes and letting her know exactly what she’s playing with, “We’re going to work on that language. No…more…names. Lesson One. Let’s see if you can let that sink in….”
Without warning, I drop my hands to Jade’s extended ribcage. It feels so good. Clawing my fingers, massaging deep as she squirms reactively. I throw my leg over her and sit between her spread legs, tickling her ribs as the sound of her howling laughter fills my ears with a pleasure I haven’t known. Even the years of tying up girlfriends and lovers, tickling them for fun and for control….none of it compares to this. To taking Jade, such a marvelous creature of strength and purpose, and unlocking those things hidden from everyone else. From herself. In that exchange, and in this moment, I know exactly what it is that’s been at the back of my head. Other women have let me dominate them. Jade wants me to. It’s dominance at its most real. Teaching someone, guiding her, forcing reactions and drawing her out from within.
In the way I’m best at.
“NONONO!!!! GOD….STOP!!!!!....ohpleasepleaseplease…..FUCK! HAAAHAAAGODNOOOOO!!!! ASSHOLE!!!!! OhshitshitnoAAIIGHHHHGAAWWDD!”
“Now Jade,” I say evenly as I pick out individual ribs and stroke their lengths, tickling nerves I wonder if she knew she had, “you’re not doing very well. This is the easiest lesson we’re gonna have, and I really thought you were much stronger than this, honey.” Teasing her, drawing out the motivation to tickle her, and reminding her of what she needs to do to make it stop….all of it starts to push me deeper into that place. That need to control, that fulfillment at causing certain reactions. I’m falling into this. Hard. My fingers work her over, not just tickling, but coaxing her along, running up and down her ribs, up into her armpits, stroking up and down, pressing in, poking. I’m consumed by the thought of making her give in to that one thing that will open the floodgates for the rest. Her hands are fists as the muscles in her arms tighten, pulling with everything she has to evade the ticklish onslaught, but to no avail. She’s caught, and I have her. And I will do what I want. This, she needs to know.
“OKOKOK!!!!! I…..I……OKNOMORE! I’ll STOP!!! PLEASE!!!!! I will, I PROMISE!!!”
I stop immediately. The desire to keep tickling her almost overcomes my need to mold her, but the words of admission drive into my heart. She needs to trust that I mean what I say, and that for every concession, there is a reward. This is no longer about me.
I wonder if it ever really was.
“Very good, baby,” I say with a pleasant tone as I watch my Jade catch her breath, a look of fire still in her eyes, but tempered….sucked in somewhere. “Now, I want to hear it plain, from you, without being tickled. Let me know you’ve learned this first lesson.” Just speaking the words fills me with a pride in my craft so deep, so very deep. And hearing hers fills me with that same pride. For her.
“I’m sorry. No more names. I promise.” Her tone is strong, but the challenge I’ve grown so used to hearing is drifting away…her voice is smoky, accepting. The combination hits me like a train, but I hold it down. She is completely falling into this.
And I want her to. I want her to fall, and I want to catch her. There is nothing else.
He has me and he knows it. And god, am I so happy that he does. I thought this was going to be easy. Listen to a few tunes, break him down and then watch him coil into a ball. I was wrong. I couldn't have been more relieved that I was.
Years I have spent knocking and batting away fakes and wannabes, my search stealth-like but overwhelming. I spent many hours wondering if I was just going to be stuck with the occasional fuck and run, instead of something....something....
Like this. Something not sugar-coated, covered up in a pretty paper only to be unwrapped over time, then realizing how devastatingly wrong it all was. No. This is...well...yes…perfect.
Before he had tied me down I had stripped for him. No, I didn’t simply take my clothes off…I stripped. Slow, sensual…erotic. My walls falling to the floor with every piece of clothing…both peeled away. Our desire no longer hidden behind side glances and smart remarks…no, we didn't want this...we needed this.
And as I stare up at him, his fingers resting on my quivering thighs, gently caressing while I absorb all of this energy…I realize something. I may be bound and completely at his mercy, but there was this one feeling that I allowed to wrap a comfortable hold on my mind…
I am safe...
..and turned on as all hell. If he doesn't stop doing that thing to my thighs I swear to God I'm going to..
"Jade."
His voice breaks through my reflection and I snap my eyes back up to his, swallowing hard, taking in the sight of him; Strong, assured... Male.
"Yeah?" God he has intense eyes. And his voice...I could listen to hi-
"JADE! I am talking to you!" Curling his fingers into the flesh of my thighs as I let out a choked howl, exploding into gasping laughter.
"OhhhhAAAhhaaaaaahaaaImsssssorrrhahahaaaaa!!!!"
Thrashing wildly, I try to shake his grip off of me but he holds fast a stern look, his eyes flashing amusement…making me melt all over again as I struggle to focus on his words through my laughter.
"Now, now, Jade. You are to listen to me, do you understand? When I speak…you listen. Do you understand?" Quickly he slides his hands back up, fluttering his fingers expertly over my hips, gliding his nails onto my ribcage and trailing tortuously down. "I don't hear you, GIRL! SPEAK UP!" He barks, his voice causing me to recoil as I wail through peals of helpless laughter.
"I..I..AhhhAAAHAHAAAA!! OHGODIUNDERSTANDYOUSONOFABIIHAHAHAAAIITCHHH!!!"
Throwing my head back, I clench my eyes shut, absorbing each caress, the feeling of hands controlling my body's movements and responses, leaving me unable to do anything but fight uselessly and laugh...oh, is he making this work. He’s becoming a drug... a seductive, powerful, effective but safe drug.
I need more.
Pulling his hands away abruptly, he grabs hold of my face, growling low into my ear. "Now, little girl.. you have experienced Lesson One. But talking to me like that will not fly! No longer. That is finished. I think someone is ready for her next lesson..." he trails a finger along my jawline and bores his gaze deep into my widened eyes and I fight the urge to scream.
His touch is magnetic. Drawing something from deep inside of me that I have always know exists, but have never experienced actually being drawn out. Breathing heavily, I lower my eyes downward, wriggling my hips back and forth and stumbling clumsily over my pleading, "N-no.. please..no more.. i..i'm sorry..no..i won't! You can't make me!"
I know he enjoys a challenge, and I honestly couldn't help it. I wanted him to make me eat my words…slowly.
Chuckling, he pulls his hands away from my face, resting them lightly on my waist, circling his fingers in small arcs, just enough to keep me focused and giggling maddeningly.
"Nnnnoheeheeaahaaannoooooostoooahaaaoopp!! DAMIEN!!!!!"
I wail, slamming my body down violently, my head spinning as sensations shoot through me, searing a hot hold on my reckless body. Shaking his head slowly, he shoots me a grin, drumming his fingers along my hips and calmly responding over my shrieks, his utter resolve the Yin to my body’s twitching Yang, "NO. You need to learn, baby. You thought it was cute to play around with me? You've taken on the beast, and you know you wanted to push. I know you wanted this. WE know, don't we?"
Yes.
"NO!"
"Oh, Jade. You really are just asking for it, aren't you? OK. I can see you aren't going to make this easy…” his voice becoming so damned musical, so utterly confident in his ability, “which I just want to thank you for. Because it's going to make bringing out the girl I know is hiding in you…so..much…sweeter." Grinning he flattens his hands out, sensuously massaging my hips, causing me to writhe and suck in a shaky breath. "Bu..." I stammer, searching his eyes, my heart slamming excitedly into my chest as I ride each tremor he brings out of me, every sound he forces from me as his hands tickle my helpless body…oh god….ohhhhh….
"Enough!” It is fast, and he throws me, snapping my attention from one focus to the other so quickly, so…oohhh…. “I'm through. It's time for you to really learn, baby. And this position isn’t exactly the one I have in mind for that task. You're in it soooo deep, girl…"
And as I lean back, the heat of my naked body soaking into the cool iron of the bedframe…my mind frantically trying to figure out his next move…as I watch him slide slowly away from me, I can't help but hope he is right.
I am deep into it.
And I couldn't have found anyone better to break down my walls than Damien.
The difference between tying her this time and the last is like night and day. For the first, she offered her resistance, playing the game and still letting walls drop one by one. Now, she eases into it…enraptured, submissive…mine. Her words may still hold the faintest hints of challenge, and they’re fading fast…but her body works with me as I untie her hands from the headboard and her ankles from the frame. The ropes still dangle from her bound wrists and feet as I grab Jade by her hips and pull her down the length of the bed. As she reaches the center, my heart skips a beat as she slowly parts her legs wide enough to lay each delicate ankle against one of the footposts. That she did that herself told me everything I needed to know.
The power had shifted, the exchange complete.
“Now, you lay there and be good while I finish tying you, do you understand?” I tell and ask her as her eyes gaze into mine.
“I…what are you…Dam-..”
“No!” I bark, low and steady…keeping my focus on staying a step ahead of her. She’s falling fast, and I need to establish this without a break from here on out. I know this, the timing, the whole feel…all of it. Right. Having her feet secured, I crawl up the bed, climbing over Jade’s delicious body like a stalking predator, the image I know burns into her brain. On all fours, I hover over her face and bring it down close, my voice easing into a controlled pinpoint focus, I take her chin in my hand and speak into her. “I asked you a simple question. Do…you…understand?”
“Y..Yes…..Sir.”
The moment freezes in time. One of those instants, like the purported second before you die, where a million things, multiple concepts, coalesce within the ticks of the second hand. Yes Sir. Those two little words signaling the complete transfer of power. With those two words, she had just given me everything. Ironically, given the way I play, I never demand the use of the word. I’m secure enough in my own Alpha role and don’t need that kind of validation. To hear it said willingly from her…freely choosing to submit to Him after He establishes dominance, well…that’s about as perfect as this can get.
And in Jade, I know I’ve finally found that perfect center of balance.
Hovering over her, taking those simple words and all their heavy implication deep within, I simply smile and reach my hands upward, tying off the loose rope, looping it through the headboard and pulling, stretching her arms up tight over her head and affixing the knots that will keep her in place while I work. And I have a lot to work on. I slide off the bed and begin to slowly circle, keeping my hand in contact with her body, letting her know that I’m here.
“I take it you’re comfortable, Jade?” I ask in a smooth even voice.
“Y-yes sir. I am….thank you.” She replies, and I can swear there’s a bit of a purr under that apprehension.
“Good. Now, we’re going to have to talk about that attitude,” as I trail my hand down her leg, feeling the muscles twitch at my touch, “and the fighting. Oh, there are so many things we need to talk about, my dear,” my hands now laying over the toes of her right foot and my other hand reaching out to do the same to the left as I center between her helpless feet. Gripping her toes, I shift and move her feet as I speak, reminding her exactly where I am and what I can do at any time I choose, “and in order to learn that respect, you’re going to need to learn about…consequences, aren’t you?”
“Te-…..ooohhh….teach me.” And they’re not just words in a game. She means it. It’s as sure as the coming sunrise.
Falling deep into the center of my true being, I lock onto her eyes, and feed off of her submission. My need to truly teach her, to guide her through this new door she’s finally chosen to open…it strikes me hard. The weight, the responsibility, the absolute core nature of being a Dominant…so long untouched, so long relegated to only play.
No longer. I slowly start to run my hands over the tops of her feet, letting her feel the touch, building the anticipation as I speak to her, directing her to me as my fingers spread and stroke the sides of her arches, watching her face begin to clench from the sensation. “I am in control here, Jade. Do not forget this. I will take care of you, but I will have your respect in return. When I do not receive this respect….there are consequences. Do you understand this?”
“Oohhhpleasegoddon’t…..y-yes, I do. I DO!”
“I really….don’t think…you do….” I draw out the words, arching an eyebrow as she pleads with her eyes. Starting at the base of her curling toes, I rake my fingernails down the soles of her helpless feet, playing my palms on her heels as I kneel down to work. Her reaction is instantaneous, laughter flowing out of her as I tickle up and down her bare soles. The feel of her trapped feet under the ministrations of my fingers and the sight of her from my particular vantage point suck me in hard, every second of this bringing me back day by day, century by millennium…to the days of Man being X, Woman being Y and that being that. My voice stays settled and direct as her thrashing provides the counterpoint. As I speak, her feet are my toys, tickling them in an ever-changing rhythm, keeping her on edge, open to the world we’re creating.
“Now, do you know why I’m doing this? Why I’m tickling your poor feet?” I let my voice flow as I start to punctuate key words with more intense tickling, “Why I’m…..TICKLING….these little feet….OVER…and…OVER…and making you FEEL….ALL…of this…OVERPOWERING….sensation?” The act of teasing her, feeling her completely reactive excites me and pulls me deeper under. She tries to answer…between the laughter and the breaths I allow her to take.
“OoohhhgodSTOPITPLEASE!!!! OohHAAHAAHAAHAAJESUSFUCK….b-because….OOoohhh….I wa-was…..BAAADD? Oh god PLEASESTOPtickling me please…”
I know she’ll get there, I know she wants to. But it’s not that simple. There’s still another layer of this, so important…one that I know she feels, but simply hasn’t locked onto yet. The heart of this connection. I take the big toe of Jade’s left foot in my grip and pull back, stretching her sole and locking her foot in place as I slowly start to flutter my fingertips up and down her sole and scratching her heel.
“Yes, there’s that….but think, baby. Really think about what this is all about….you can do it….maybe you just need some more….motivation?”
“NOOO! Oh godpleasenomoreIcan’tTAKEITNOOO!!!! Haahaahaa….aaahhh…Ican’tthink…I-I…..AAIIGGHHHH!!!!”
I swallow her sudden scream whole as I disengage from tickling her foot and get up, laying forward to run my hands up her legs and settle my clawed fingers over her knees. I’ve hit a spot that seems to have a serious impact on poor, ticklish Jade. My fingers roll slowly, kneading the sensitive area, pressing my arms down to hold her in place.
“Try again, Jade. You need to get this…why have I tied you up, and why am I tickling you?”
“OHgodSirPLEASE…..I-I…HAAHHHHAAANOMOREpleaseplease….I…Ooohhhaaahaano…I DISRESPCTEDYOU SIIIIRRRR!!!”
She’s getting there. She’s getting it. You can do this, baby, I know you can. Fall….feel it. Let me be everything you’ve been looking for…you’re so close. I need her to get this on her own. I know I can simply lord over her, solid in my role…but I know where she wants to go, where she needs to be. I travel upward, allowing her to catch her breath, refocus and let everything swirl. She’s enjoying it, this I know. I am as well. So much. So fucking much. My hands lie loosely on her hips as I direct her attention to me, grinning as my eyes lid heavily, showing her that look that I’m about to do something. The sharp intake of breath lets me know she got it….full force. My voice drops low, easy…sensual. Teasing her. Drawing Jade in.
“My god, woman…you do look amazing in this thong…” letting the raw sexuality of the moment wash over me, “but…I think it should….go.” Jade whimpers lightly, the sound manna to my soul, her head rolling back as I drop my lips to her hips and close my teeth around the thin strap of the thong. Her scent heavy around me as I pull until the strap breaks….then kissing over her lower belly to repeat the act again, drawing it out, letting her feel every hypersexual moment.
“MMMmooohhh…..aaahhhhhgod…..” Jade’s sensual moaning traced with the undertones of her trailing laughter.
Sitting up, I drop my fingertips to the inside of her thighs, fighting every urge to focus all my attention on her bared pussy, to take her in my….NO. Not yet….not after all of this…..so much more….to do. I run my fingertips around in small circles over the tender flesh, along the very edges of her moistening core and over the top of the gentle mound. The tickling is light, but effective. I can see that in her reactions, her laughter less powerfully forced and more….almost girlish. The reduction of Jade from firebrand to giggling girl is almost more than I can wrap my mind around. For all of my strength in what I am, I fight like never before to stay on track. By the very nature of her being everything I’d been looking for…she still challenges me. To be more. More than I’ve ever been. And it hits me. That thing I couldn’t put my finger on earlier, why this all seemed new after putting so many lovers into bondage.
With others, I had captured their bodies. With Jade….we’d captured each other’s beings. I refocus, letting myself open to this….to her…to everything.
“I want you to really think, Jade. I will give you one more chance before I have to get….serious,” I let the tickling trail off to light sensual strokes as I look her directly in her blue eyes, “Why…am I…doing this…?”
“B-Because…..y-you want to, Sir.”
The surge takes me over, crawling up over her bound body, hovering over her and letting my face drop close to hers, Jade’s eyes looking up at me with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. I can sense it in her, the pleasure at having pleased me. The heart of everything. My hand brushes away a loose strand of hair as I speak to her smoothly.
“Yes! Yes, baby. Good…..good girl. I’m doing this because I want to…and that’s exactly what you want me to do, isn’t it?” I drop down to cup her face in my hand, my lips inches from her ear as I let my voice become a weapon as powerful as my hands….just as effective, but much more….erotic, “I want to do this…I want to own you…take you…work you…mold you into everything you want to be,” my hand caressing across her face, down her neck and over her shoulder, easing over her breast, cupping the soft mound…my thumb circling over the hard nipple. Her low moans and gaspy breath joining my own as I drive deeper…pulling her in just as far as I am falling, “You are mine, Jade…and I will do whatever I want…and there’s not a thing…you…can do about it.”
Her body rolling, twisting against the bonds as I play her with my hands and mouth, I can sense every bit of receptive energy coming off of this glorious creature of sensual primality. I’ve got her and I’m not letting go. My mind drifts back, to her…standing there taunting me with that gag swinging from her wrist. My lips curl as I decide on a…just punishment for that. I kiss the side of her neck, listening to her soft moans as I press her further, seeing exactly how deep into this Jade wants to go. My tongue against her ear as I whisper with hot breath.
“We still have to talk about your snooping, don’t we?”
“MMmoooohh….y-yes….we do, Sir. Please….I’m sorry…d-don’t…”
“That’ll do…it was a Yes or No question, Jade.” I pull up and over her, my arm reaching over to the small stand beside the bed. I lock my gaze on her as my voice takes on the dominant tone again, the one she’s responding to more and more with each passing usage. “You went where you shouldn’t. You took something of mine without asking. And….” my eyes slitting as my brain relaxes into this…. “you tried to use it against me, didn’t you? Very bad girl, Jade….very bad.” Her body writhing as her face shows a mixture of subtle fear…and unexplored desire.
I draw away from the stand, in my hand a match to the ballgag Jade had let drop so easily before. A large purple ball with a thick black strap, steel buckled and menacing in its look alone. “If you wanted to play with one so badly, perhaps we should let you….now,” my voice hard, leaving no room for argument, “Open wide, Jade….NOW.”
I stare hard into her widening eyes, waiting…to see. If she complies, or struggles. It will tell me everything that’s left to know. The moment hangs like an anvil over an oblivious passerby.
Drag me down, baby. Bring me, carry me, catch me... take me where ever you want to go. Because where ever you are leading, I want to be. I have to be. I need to be.
I'm lost, but have found so much blinding clarity. Damien is a focal point in my life, hidden behind so many barriers and walls. And it wasn't until his palm caressed my cheek that it came slamming into me full bore.
A simple motion, really. But one with so much impact that I found myself choking on my own gasps. As his hands play forward unto my quivering body, my laughter is the only form of expression I can convey aside from frantic squirming. But, could he see the renewal he’s causing underneath it all? I need him to see that. Need him to understand that I crave his entire whole being. And, as he lords over me, dangling the gag in front of my face, I find myself facing two choices. One, fight as I know best. Or two, accept that my ability to fight is subdued, irrelevant…and completely give myself to him.
There is no debate. My choice is as clear as my vulnerability.
Struggling to stop shaking, I hold his powerful gaze and slowly open my mouth.
I give it all to him.
"Good girl." He murmurs, his voice gravelly. I can smell his arousal, he's as ready for me as I am for him. But, I know he’s not done yet. Calmly he lifts my hair up, guiding the gag into my mouth and securing it snugly. Trailing his mouth over to my ear, I can't help but moan loudly. He’s already exposed my arousal and anything he does from here on will only surmount it.
Nibbling behind my ear, he chuckles low and brings his hands to rest inches away from my exposed underarms, not touching yet, but way too close.
Tensing, I lock my body tight, whimpering and mewing helplessly behind my gag, the solid ball absorbing my pleas as he speaks in light, even tones, his tongue coating each word with desire run rampant.
"Now, Jade," he begins, curling his fingers forward and straight still hovering a mere breath away from my tense body. I can feel a solid pit in my stomach as my shoulders begin to shake lightly. "Do you think it was cute to run off at the mouth to me, earlier? How does it feel to have that taken from you?" If I could answer, I’d tell him…so confining, so utterly subdued…so freaking hot. Slowly, he begins trailing little, tight circles around the hollows of my underarms. Shaking my head vehemently, I burst into muffled giggling, struggling to speak around the gag.
"MmppHHhhhhHH!! MmmMMM!!" I wail, still fighting to not buck upwards into his tickling. My heart slams into my chest as he suddenly stops and climbs atop my thighs, tightening his legs around mine and gliding his hands up to my ribs, hovering right below my breasts. I tense as Damien again manages to sense my most vulnerable places like he had a map…
"What was that? You’re….sorry? Was that it? I’m just having a hard time understanding you…” Oh my GOD…the way he teases me verbally is worse that what he’s doing with his hands... “I think your lying to me, girl. I think you get a kick out of breaking my balls, and I’m really starting to think that you’re not even apologizing at all…that sounded more like ‘Fuck You’ than ‘I’m sorry’…" Holy shit…it doesn’t even matter what I try to say…he’s got this, and that realization begins to consume me, anchoring my helplessness. Clawing his fingers inwards he firmly glides downwards, eliciting frantic gasping laughter from me, I can feel my face flushing and tears beginning to prick my eyes from the torment. But there is something much deeper trying to push forward. And by the cocked eyebrow Damien shoots me, he knows too. His gaze is so irritatingly steady, in such maddening contrast to the work of his hands…his fingers. Stroking under my breasts, tickling that flesh that no one has touched, not like this. The sensations envelop my entire chest, the tickling rolling right through my ribcage and sending the most erotic signals to my hard nipples. And through it all….that controlled stare.
Shifting his form up slightly to straddle my hips as they perform a slow grind, he presses his own hips against mine roughly, allowing me to feel his arousal through the thin layer of cool silk, a millimeter between us, between… His eyes burrow deep into mine, a slow grin curling his lips upwards as he leans forward, bringing his mouth down to my waiting breast and enveloping his lips around my nipple, swirling his tongue slowly around the bud.
Gasping, I struggle to arch my back into his form, the warmth of his tongue as it lazily circles my nipple, kissing across my chest to begin work on its partner, each erotic movement sending searing heat to my already moist center. Closing my eyes I let out a lyrical moan, as he growls low, the vibration of his voice flowing through the echo chamber of his hot mouth, sending shockwaves through me. As I lay there, writhing against him, I feel him shift slightly…still working my tender nipples over and creeping his fingers slowly back to my underarms, scratching gently with just enough pressure to relapse me into breathy giggling, begging out to him through my gag as I wiggle my hips and squirm against the sensual tickling.
Pulling his mouth away at such an agonizingly slow rate, I find myself growling weakly. He continues the gentle torment and glides his hips over mine, circling slow and nibbling against my neck. His presence at the entrance to my body…too much…please…please…
"MMmmmpphhMmmMMMmmmmRrrrrr!!" I widen my eyes, biting down on my gag and thrusting my head back, spasming lightly as my mind races struggling to absorb each sensation after the other. Each different, but with one meaning behind it.
Making me his.
"Are you sorry, Jade? Baby? Are you sorry for sneaking around places that aren't yours and disrespecting me? Nod if you hear me, girl. I know for damn sure you can feel me." Mercifully he stops the torture to my underarms and begins kissing down the center of my stomach, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Have you learned who is in control here?" He brings his mouth to my lower belly, resting his chin and gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my sensitized nipples.
"MmmMmmmHmmMhhmmm!!!!" I squeal, nodding and pulling uselessly at my bonds, my body sending signals to my brain of its readiness. My heart in my throat as I take comfort in my position, belonging to him.
Something I had been blindly seeking for so long, a light that seemed so far away, was finally laying above me, molding me with his words, his hands, his mouth. I need him to complete my direct connection to him, tying us together in a dance so intimate I moan softly at the thought alone.
Kissing along my belly, he slides up wards unclasping the gag and caressing my cheek as I struggle to gasp and catch my breath.
"Tell me what you want, Jade," he commands, trailing a finger gently over my lips and kissing my forehead, "tell me, Jade. Let me hear you."
Despite my arousal, my shaking body and my gasping breath, I lock my eyes onto his and speak in a voice stronger than my body portrays. I need him to know, there no hesitation and no second guessing.
"Damien, I want you. All of you. Please. I want you to take me and I want to give myself to you. Please, Damien."
He had keyed the lock to a place so long buried I had forgotten it could exist, exposing it to daylight after a lifetime under the hard ground. I can't run from that. Not anymore. And he’s not going to let me…
...I am not letting her slip. She’s uncovered, exposed…Jade’s true self crashing to the surface and I will not let her fall back under. The drive sets itself strong, focusing my own true self….fully. Never so fully. Nothing hidden, nothing held back…no necessary adjustment to the particular traits of a playmate…just two creatures of primal origin letting everything go.
However…this is still mine. And I will enjoy it.
I come very close to leaving the gag firmly buckled into her mouth. The sheer eroticism alone compels me to absorb what she represents like that….bound, silenced, Jade’s every reaction controlled. The tease is almost too much for me. Taunting her and drawing her in to her own fall. And her sounds…they ring in my ears, taking hold…helpless, pleading, desperate…and so female. There is little that can get to me like the sound of muffled pleading, that upward lilt at the end of what attempts to be a sentence…like a question molded with a scream.
But it is the thought of all of them…all of her sounds, all of Jade’s connection with me that drives me to remove the gag and feel every panting breath she gives me in her release. I want all of them…her pleas, her moans, her ripe sounds of torment and ecstasy. And I plan on pulling every one of them from her…
I can taste her anticipation, my eyes locked on hers, the sight of her looking down her own sensually writhing body to hold my gaze, lids wide open, then falling heavy as my chin slides over the top of her feminine mound. Her scent is heavy, primal…the pheremones of mating, readiness…and as ready as she is, I draw deep and hold my own center…I am not finished with her, and I’ve only started to feed.
My hands run down the length of her bound body, tracing over her hips and down into the parting of her legs. My mouth resting against the outer lips of her pussy, my fingertips stroking lightly at either side, I let my tongue flow easily over Jade’s moist slit. The sharp intake of breath lets me know exactly where she is…as my fingertips let her know exactly where I’m going to take her. Tickling her lightly along the soft skin around her most intimate flesh, I press on, deciding in that moment to see just how far Jade can go.
“NnnggooohhhOOHH! Ohshitbaby…doitplease….NoSHITstopTICKLING! pleeeease? Ohgodpleeeeeasejust….do it….so close….its….ooohhH!!! GODPLEASE!!”
Her begging, the reactions to the light tickles as my tongue plays is overwhelming. Driving me deep into that center of control. The shared love of tickling so rare between two people…finding that in one another, I have to use it…to mold her, push her farther than she’s ever been. Maybe farther than I’ve ever been. I drive my tongue a little deeper, tasting the tender inner lips flow over the tip as I draw close, knowing where to go instinctively, but tasting every second of it in my own decided path.
My hands tickle lightly over her thighs and settle on her hips as I target Jade’s clit. My lips kissing her pussy as my tongue works under the length of her erotic centerpoint. It’s a balancing act, keeping her on the wire, feeling her tip from one side to the other, trying so hard to maintain her balance…and the deliciously sadistic part of me wants nothing more than to sneak up behind her and push. Keeping her on edge, I tickle her hips, then dart my tongue over her swelling clit. Alternating the intense sensations…tasting her, tickling her…caressing her, tormenting her….back and forth…over and over as she pulls heavily on the strong bonds, her body writhing in pleasure, torment and the release of her inner being.
It builds, and I let it wash over me fully…that need to own her, possess her and control every thing she feels. It comes hard and I react harder. Resting my mouth for a moment and looking up at her, her face flushed, I give her an arched eyebrow and tickle into her hips and sides hard….grasping her firmly as she arches up, flailing her tight body as she screams in ecstatic laughter…holding it…holding….getting her right to the edge of what she can take…
….then stopping immediately and giving her no pause, no time to collect as I bring my hands down, cupping her ass and pulling her in hard to my mouth, encircling my lips, pursing them over her tender clit and sucking in, drawing her out, tasting the female flesh surrounded by my lips, my tongue….stimulating her hard, moaning low in my throat, letting the vibrations slam into her. Her body tries to arch, but I hold her fast to me, keeping the hard contact, capturing and devouring her. Her screams of passion and release surround me.
“MMNNGGOHSHIT!!! …..aaahhhgodfuckYESSSSS!! SuckmebabyHARD!! Ohfuckohfcukohfuck….ahhhh…oohhh….oooHHHHHHGODMAKE MECUMPLEASE!!!”
I know she wants to….I want her to…and it is so fucking hard not to just keep going and draw that out of her. But no, not yet, not this way….I want all of her…I’ve fed, and now, it is time to mate. Nothing but the raw, primal urges, all civility stripped away. This strong female, under my control…mine…and ready to be claimed. Letting it all flow through me, I climb up her body, take her face in my hands and kiss her deep, her mouth sucking me in hard…pushing her away, down, my hands on her shoulders….I glare at her, invite her in with me….grinding my hips against hers, I want her so bad…and I’m going to tell her….exactly what’s going to happen. It is strong, that need to enforce the position, and to hear hers through her own finalized connection. My body lays on hers heavy, kissing up her neck and letting my breath spill over her ear as I drive home my intentions on her flesh…
“You have got….the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted, baby…and I want all of it….all of you. You listen to me. You are mine. And I’m going to fuck you, I’m going to take you, and I’m going to claim you…”
“OhGod yes!” Jade breaks in…and I can feel, taste, touch and hear her submission to me in every breath, but there’s something else there….something… “take me….baby, I need you…I’m yours, make me yours please…..fuck me…untie me….fuck me Damien….claim me….”
Untying her is a blur. She’s been released from herself, and now, I want her released into me. I can feel it….the balance coming into play, the power I took from her, that she gave….coming back, but changed….
I strip my silk pants as she shifts, pulling herself in, then stretching out toward me….eyes locking…I crawl over the bed…at her, stalking….she crabwalks back, against the headboard…as I launch forward, taking her in my arms and lowering her over, containing her within me, my cock throbbing for her….
....entwining a hold on me, he draws me down into the bed and curls his body above mine. Gripping a loose hold of my face, he lowers his mouth to my quivering lips, his tongue hungrily seeking mine out as we kiss...deep and desperate.
It all falls away. Nothing more than clutching limbs and breathless gasps.
Arching forward, blindly seeking out more of his solid form, I gasp and thrust my hips forward. Crying out as he slides his length against my slit, never breaking through but pressing, teasing, withholding.
"P..please..Dam..Damien..mmmohhhgod..please..d..dont..t..tease..m..more.."
Bringing forth a growl manifested off of hours of Dominance and control, Damien thrusts forward, connecting with my core and entering hard. Spasming from his entry, invading me, laying claim in the oldest way known, I let out a passionate howl and dig my nails into his back, desperately trying to convey so many unspoken thoughts...emotions...feelings…
…feelings of control, uncovered passion, the kind only two who have searched and found can truly understand. Enveloped by the warmth and inviting pressure of her tight pussy, still feeling the entry, hungered after for so long, the final breaking through to Jade’s innermost being, parting her lips, feeling her walls close in around me. Fucking her hard at first, almost losing control, but keeping it, claiming this, pulling slow and long….my mouth seeking hers, fucking Jade both ways…my cock invading her, my tongue taking her heat…the circuit of passion complete as my hips pull back, draw forward and meet with hers in a slow grind at the end of each erotic flow of our bodies….
“Godyoufeelsogood…feel that, baby….ride with me….”
And we do….riding the waves, her power surging, mine flowing…meeting in the air, balanced. Alpha Male….Alpha Female…roles set as our bodies join with our hearts and minds….my hands on her, stroking down her smooth skin, the heat almost consuming me…friction, smooth…she is mine…I am hers…her power challenged me, mine overtook her…and ours now joins…
“Hold on baby,” I stare into her fluid eyes as I fall deep and erotic, “this is gonna be niiiiccceee….” moving into her body and pulling my hips up, pressing my root against her clit, trapping her in pleasure and rolling smooth. Her gasps fill me, and I can feel the build, that surge in the pit of my stomach…and I can feel her pulsing…arching back…feeling every stroke against her walls and clit…molding her…fucking her from a place I didn’t even know I had…and I can feel her…sense her….giving it to me…
..."Mmmmohhgod...DAMIEN! Y..you..Ohhh..f..fuck...m..e..ME!"
Clinging on to him, I throw my head back and release a lyrical, piercing scream. His thrusting increases pressure as he rolls his hips slowly, taking his time and working me into a whimpering, gasping mess.
Moaning low, he works his mouth down across my breasts, his tongue making steady, even strokes across my pinked nipples. Slowly he trails his hands down to my hips, grasping tight and burying himself deeper into me as I choke on my moaning, bringing my gaze to his, and howling out through ragged breaths, "H..harder! Ohhhmmm…Dominate me…D..Damien!"
His body connecting so well with mine. The feeling of his length filling me whole, massaging the walls of my core as I tighten around him, milking his throbbing cock.
All the while a layer, buried underneath our erotic binding begins to push slowly forward from the deep recesses of my entire being. I try to shake it off, but still it lingers.
Forcing the momentary lapse out of my headspace, I envelope a familiar emotion pushing through to the surface. My own Dominance. My own need to work my craft. However, this time it's different. I don't feel the need to overpower...no. I want to share, connect, unite with Damien.
I need to…
Bringing my mouth to his ear I purr sensually, nibbling on Damien's earlobe and dropping my tone into a clear request. "Ohh..baby..I want you to take me from the back...please...baby...primal is...as primal does.."
My eyes flash green with arousal as his lips curl into a grin and my heart swells as he raises his form upward.
I need him...
I need her. I need her to join with me, and I can sense it happening in the core of everything I am. My Dominance, established…..Jade’s…surfacing. The balance of it all overpowering.
I pull in hard as I finish off three long, slow strokes into her body, bringing my head low to moan in her ear, letting all of the erotic force flow, not caring where we are, just opening….so…..far…..
“Mmmnnn, I’m gonna take you animal, babe….mate with me…..”
Jade moans deep, sucking in breath as I take her by the hips, forcing myself to leave her momentarily, hearing her soft whine as we break the connection…but only for a moment, the need too strong for anything else….grabbing at her…rolling her body over as she growls, taking over, meshing with me in our primal dance….setting herself on her knees and running a hand over her smooth ass, looking back over her shoulder at me, her look smoky, her fixation unmistakeable…
“Mmmnn….like this, baby? You enjoy the view….then take me hard….fuck me….Damien…just fuck me….”
Her words force me into reaction as my hands did to her earlier…her power assured, mine directed. Bringing myself behind her, my hand trailing down her back as I guide my cock into her again, she’s so primed and ready…one hard thrust that brings a squeal of passion from Jade and a growl of desire from my own throat. It’s heat….it’s power…it’s animal….as we fuck easily, my hips grinding against her ass, her working me, drawing my cock deep….
“I….want you…to feel this, baby” I manage to get out as I hover over her back, my desire to take her all the way too hard to ignore now, “you’re going over the edge….and I’m coming with you.”
I run my hand under her body, stroking along her stomach until my fingers close around her pussy, slipping in to find her clit…the pad of my finger caressing small circles as I screw her with sharp, steady thrusts…and her reaction is powerful….her screams of passion filling me…her grinding body joining with mine…searching for so long…and all I want is to complete everything we’ve started…I arch back and take her with me, leaning onto my knees, she on hers as we fuck upright, Jade leaning back into me, sitting on my lap, speared on my cock as her head falls back onto my shoulder, my hand playing her clit and her own on her breasts…erotic…animal…mating as its always been done.
“Cum with me, Jade…..let go….let it all go….”
..."S..so..c..c..closeeeeemmmohhhshit...ohhgod...yes...Damien..f..faster..harder..d..DEEPER!"
I'm lost in his ministrations. Unable to focus on one solid sensation as thousands barrel through my quaking body. Each electric thrust shoots forth another sound from my mouth as I grind against his hips, sharing in a dance so intimate, so erotic, so filled with passion that it takes my already gasping breath away.
I need him back above me. Finishing my piquing orgasm, releasing me from a million invisible bonds. Throwing my head back, I let out a wailing moan, clutching a tight hold of the comforter and growling through clenched teeth. I’m becoming something I never knew I could be...and loving every second of it.
He feels powerful to me. A force derived from pure animal instinct, gut reaction and fluid movement. I want to counter-balance that with anything...and everything. His thrusting movements, his erotic torment. I want it all.
Mind, Body, Spirit, Soul.
I can feel him swelling inside of me, as well as my own orgasm beginning to build in ways too raw for me to voice to him as I try to steady my shallow breaths and stammer loudly, "p..Please..back...to top...make me cum...over me...baby...lord over me...I love when you’re over me.."
I can't help but rewind back....back to the beginning of the evening. When everything was smart comments and side glance stares. I mean…I didn't even like his gig position at first! What is going on here? Why do I feel like, so... so...whole?
…so…completely….whole. My mind racing back….her walls, her defiance, her fight, her struggle….her slip…her fall…her bondage…her body….her heart, mind…I can’t take it. Our connection bound fast to our movements, driven on as we moan, growl and breathe deep and fast.
Whole. United. A force of nature. Man. Woman. In the right place. With the right partner. And that’s what’s been at the edge of my mind all night, it hits me deep and hard as I pull out of Jade’s body to take her completely.
Every hunter needs prey….but also a mate. And Jade is both.
My breath ragged, but strong, fueled by the culmination of the night…no, the lifetime…leading to this, “Down, girl….yessssss…I want you under me….n-now…right…now…”
The broken contact almost painful…taking her body in my arms…the animal giving way to the man…lowering her to the sheets and locking her gaze with mine….no words….none needed…we both know….this is how it’s supposed to be….
I’m over her…looking down….the vision too perfect…both of us so soaked with raw passion that I don’t even have to guide myself into her, simply pressing my hips down and sliding in smoothly as we mate…slow…steady…bodies locked…her arms around my neck…my mouth on hers….growing...thrusting…faster….deeper….her stomach rolling, so sensual and exotic, her breasts shaking with her body…the thin lines of her neck…her legs wrapped around me, bringing me in, accepting me as lover, Master, Alpha.
“OOoohhh….babyplease” she moans, low and even, the husky female voice counterparted to my own sounds, “makemecumplease….fuck me Damien…..I’m yours….always was….togetherbabyplease…..ohgodd….I’msoclose…Ooohh…OOOHHHH….Cumm with MMeee……..”
Her voice draws me in, and I lose myself in her, the sensation too strong…I can feel her walls tighten around me, pulsing, almost vibrating as Jade arches her back…I follow…leaning on my hands, clutching her breasts, taking in every female part of her…my orgasm breaking loose….surfacing….ready to give back to Jade everything I took…everything she’s given me…..
“You’re mine, Jade…..ohgodyoufeelgood….MMmnnggg…AAAHhhhhh..AAHhhh……CUMBABY……Cum with me……”
The one thing I’ve lost control of all night…what she’s drawing from me….it’s all fire and liquid heat as my hips slam into hers, pressing in tight as the orgasm flows from me into Jade…joining us…connecting us as man and woman…yin and yang….perfectly matched….hunter…prey…teacher…student…searched….found….
...with one last fluid movement from Damien's hips, driving with ease and force, I release.
Everything blurs before me as I grab a tight hold of Damien and press him against my convulsing body, making him feel the impact of his craft. Flowing effortlessly out of my body and around his length, I whimper loudly as I bare my teeth and glide my mouth along the flesh of his neck, the only words I can manage is the one stuck, cemented into my brain...
..Damien...Damien..
It’s almost a mantra. Drawing his name out slowly, each letter with a sound of its own. He has given me something that I do not yet know how to use...something that I need to be taught how to handle...how to share...how to expel.
Rocking my hips forward, I soak in his sounds, quivering as he brings his lips to mine and brushes past them to travel along my elongated neck, licking a trail and kissing down it as his own moans rumble out of his body, burning deep into mine.
Waves of satisfied exhaustion begin to take hold of me as I slack against him, my lips parted and my eyes slitted as my breathing begins to slow into an even pace. Using the last of my strength I lean up, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my head into his shoulder.
I feel protected…and that realization momentarily throws me. I've never really felt this...safe.
Gazing into his eyes I let a wide grin spread across my face, my need to express my happiness high above anything else. The fact that Damien took me on, brought me down, lifted back up and then exposed new aspects of myself that I never knew held as much velocity as they do, was something that I just couldn't chalk up to as a "hit and run."
He brings out the best in me...in all the worst ways possible…
…in every way possible, Jade is now mine. And I am hers. And the uncharted territory opens before me…beckoning me to the new experience, the culmination of endless hunts. For this one ends in so much more than simple primal feeding.
The sheets are cool on my back as I roll over, taking Jade with me. She curls against me, shaking…and I find myself doing the same. And still, it’s primal. To soothe your mate, to take her in and calm her, keeping all threats at bay for her. Her voice is steady, however…sultry, relaxed as she lays her head on my chest, nestled into a spot I instantly know will be hers alone to claim many times over.
“Damien,” the sound of my name on her sweet lips pulls me down and comforts me, “that was…amazing. How was that so…so…”
“Perfect?” I reply, feeling the word’s full meaning, “balanced? Aahhhh…baby…maybe…fate? Primal drives, finally leading us together? I don’t know…” I roll over slightly and take her face in my hand, staring into those blue eyes that first flashed at me through a crowd, seemingly years ago, “what I need…you have…what I have…you need. It’s here, it’s real…and I’m not letting go of it. We worked too hard.”
And I mean it. The rarity of it all hits me strong. The meshing gears, the shared kink for tickling. All too perfectly matched to even be real. I feel as if I’ve crossed my own lines, and learned from Jade as well. Learned that control is not complete without submission as a desire and not just an expectation. That ownership, however realized, must be earned…the fight for the prize. And…I’ve become what I have always been deep down…free to explore that with someone craving the shared journey.
“Hey,” she says low, the familiar force of the Jade I first met in the alley, “so…are you gonna show me some different kinds of stuff, or did Jade suck everything out of you, guy?”
It’s so easy, so comfortable to be with her…and I find myself enjoying even her barbs. They make her what she is, and led me here in the first place.
“What?” I tease, “you think you’re coming back here, now do ya? Jeez…throw some chicks a bone and they start getting all clingy and shit….”
She pushes against me with her arm and brings her face to mine, “What?!? Yeah, that’s what I thought, a one-trick pony…no challenge at all. Well, you remember this sweet ass when it walks out your door….”
It’s another one of those frozen moments. A million thoughts and concepts in one tick of the clock. The words that come instinctively to my lips to cut off her jests…formulating in my brain, feeling the impact of it all, the true layers of human emotion. I’ve never wanted to say this before…not so easily…but it becomes real…not some expected statement after an accepted amount of time, not from a poem or song…but real in its own right…from the deepest part of our connection, from the entire concept of two people who are simply and unmistakably made to wind up together…strong within its own realm, meaningful to those it envelops, and that’s all that matters….I draw in close, end her prattling with a solid kiss and pull back, her cheek once again in my hand, this time unconfused, willing, warm. My eyes lock hers and the moment…beautifies.
“Jade….shut up,” the pause could be a second or a million years, “I love you.”
The words slam into me…hard. Three little words…backed with meaning that I just know is meant only for me.
Searching his eyes, I analyze this statement, running it over through my brain. It sounds nice...no, it sounds...right. This isn't love like you see between an old married couple or even two high school kids. No, this is derived from something deeper than that, something that doesn't require a ring or a thousand pre-worded Hallmark cards. This is uninhibited love. Passion, fury, compose and construct. Setting a base foundation to build upon.
My response is effortless and requires no question.
Laying a kiss onto his lips, I draw back, "I love you too, Damien." the words flow out of my mouth molding and sticking into the air as I curl back against his body feeling almost a sense of relief wash over me, but also something else, a question…one that keeps knocking back into my brain even before our bodies united together.
Nuzzling my face into his shoulder, I tilt my head up and murmur, my need to know besting my desire to let this flow. I had to know..
"Damien?"
"Yeah?"
Cocking my head to the side I let it out..
"Where do we go from here?"
Where do we go from here?
It seems years ago, not half a day as it now shows itself to be, the sun rising and peeking its first look into the windows of my bedroom….our bedroom. I can’t get my head around the fact that I didn’t even know Jade yesterday, and now, I am loving her. The most primal emotion of all, the one that makes us the dominant species. Our ability to recognize and feel it within our own hearts…in our own time and way.
“We go forward, baby,” I reply, and mean it, feel it, “we claim this. We make it ours and defend it. We’ve waited too long, fought too hard and dug too deep to let it go.” I pull her in and stroke my hand down her back, still on fire, but burning low, waiting for the next influx of fuel to rage anew, “This is just the beginning, Jade. I mean…just the surface has been scratched…you have so much to learn about this, and I will teach you. And…I have so much to learn from you.”
As the sun warms us, Jade in my arms…in my heart and taking her place as the female to my male, the possibilities flow through my relaxed brain. And it hits me…
I’m still me. She hasn’t changed me, only added to what was there. I’m still Damien, I still don’t play nice…and I know she doesn’t either. And I don’t ever want to lose that. The image formulates in my mind, and even after this incredibly draining experience…I can feel my cock start to stir at the thought alone. Our joined primality flows strong and adds to the raw physical and emotional impact of what’s going through my head….expanding on this, testing its limits and hoping we find none.
I bring my lips to her ear, feeling us both drifting into a sleep that will probably last days and leave her this one last tease, still needing to assert that final bit of control.
“You think this was intense, baby? You just go to sleep, rest….fall into me and don’t worry about where we go…
…I have an idea you’re gonna love….”
