Josh
Alex declined my offer of a ride home, telling me she had a kink- friendly roommate on the way to pick her up. Then, slyly, she suggested that Lena might be in greater need of a ride.
“That was really subtle,” Lena said, shaking her head and draining her drink.
“I try.” With a bright smile, Alex pecked me on the cheek, then waved goodbye as she headed toward the exit.
Lena and I exchanged a glance. “Going my way?” she asked.
Nodding, I got to my feet. “Need to go tell people that it’s just a ride home, with no kink attached?”
She laughed. “Let them wonder.”
I grabbed my toy bag while she shrugged on her jacket, and together we made our way out into the night air. My car wasn’t far, and Lena kept pace with me easily, her rubber-soled platform boots making almost no noise against the pavement.
She slipped into the passenger seat before I could even think of opening the door for her. I suppressed a smile as I placed my toy bag into the trunk of the car, unzipped it and pulled out the paddle I’d used earlier.
Lena could play all the games she wanted, but I had a few aces up my sleeve.
After I slid behind the wheel, I held up the paddle. “You wanted to look at this?”
For a second she blinked at me, those striking green eyes widening a little. Then she took the paddle with a smile. “If you wanted me to paddle you, Josh, you shoulda said so back at the club…”
I ignored her bait, starting the engine and buckling up while she ran admiring fingers across the varnished wood. “This is beautiful.”
I didn’t know if it was the sincerity in her voice or the way she
caressed the paddle, or the fact that this was the first time we’d been truly alone since we first met. Whatever the reason, the urge to press her back against her seat and kiss her until she was breathless was overwhelming.
Only, I couldn’t. It was her move; I’d made that clear from the start. So I concentrated on driving. On not noticing exactly where the lace hem of her mini-dress became a pale, soft stretch of skin, or the way she let the paddle rest against her inner thigh.
“You gonna play with Smurfette again?” she asked after a couple of minutes.
“Jealous?”
Her voice thick with amusement at the notion, she said, “Nah. I could just get used to seeing you shirtless.”
She was good.
I was better.
“You know exactly how to get me out of my shirt, little tease. You’re just too stubborn to give in and admit how much you want it.”
The pet name had come to me as I was showering a few nights ago, and this was the first time I’d used it. It definitely had the desired effect; she shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together in that subtle way women do when they’re too turned on to resist it.
Her next words were directions-we were getting close to her
apartment-and she waited until I pulled over outside her building before speaking.
“I’m not in denial, Josh. I know exactly how much I want you, because I can feel it.” Her fingers slid an inch up her thigh, pulling her dress up with them, and it was a damn good thing I wasn’t driving right then, ’cause I’d probably have run the car off the road.
My cock stirred, reminding me I hadn’t been laid in months, and that I was alone with the woman I’d been fantasising about for most of that time.
“Oh, you really are a tease.” I’d heard a rumour that the last time
someone tried to top Lena, she’d had him tied up in the dungeon with an ass halfway to purple by the end of the night. Watching her, I could believe it.
“I’d only be a tease if I didn’t plan to let you take what you wanted.” She ran her fingers over my paddle again, lightly up, then down, then up…
Fuck, if she kept this up I was gonna lose control and demand her
submission tonight. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as my hard-on grew painful against my pants.
My scene with Alex had been interesting, but it had all been platonic. There were so many things I hadn’t done for years, and stepping into a Dominant’s role had awoken cravings I’d become used to ignoring during my failed marriage. Cravings that definitely didn’t fall into the ‘platonic’ category.
And Lena… Lena had no idea who she was dealing with. The thought made me smile. “Gonna invite me in, then?”
“We still haven’t negotiated nearly enough for that,” she said, some of her cockiness fading.
“Then let’s start now. The scene tonight… See anything you wouldn’t like doing to you?”
“No-” She bit down on the word ‘Sir’ before it could escape, and then scowled at me when I laughed softly.
“Then that’s checks in the exhibitionism, light bondage, spanking, crops and paddles boxes.”
“Plenty of boxes left to check,” she said.
I shrugged. “Easier to figure out what to uncheck. Tell me what you don’t like.”
“All the messy stuff.” She didn’t need to elaborate further on that one. “Pet play. Age play…and yeah, I know you think I’m into that.
Everyone does.”
“Lost that preconception the moment you stood toe-to-toe with me.” At her curious expression, I elaborated. “Lots of girls can wear pigtails.
Only a few can wear them and look ready to kick your ass.”
She preened a little at the compliment. “So now you know.” “Mmm-hmm. Still working out what makes you tick, but I’m
getting there…little tease.”
Lena hesitated, watching me from under her dark lashes. “You still wanna come inside?”
I reached out to run a finger up her thigh, from her knee to the hem of her dress, then a fraction higher. Her skin was soft, and I imagined trailing my lips over the same path my finger was taking. “Are you inviting me into your apartment, or just asking if I still want you?”
“You’re toying with me,” she accused in a whisper.
I withdrew my touch from her thigh and shrugged. “You started it.
Why are you running from me?”
She drew a shaky breath, then leaned in to kiss my cheek. The brush of her lips across my skin was simultaneously not enough, and too much to bear. “Thanks for the ride home, Josh. Night.”
Before I could reply, she got out of the car and made for her apartment building, not sparing me a backward glance.
Picking up the paddle she’d left on the passenger seat, the wood still warm from her body heat, I tried to puzzle out this latest encounter. Every time I thought I had her figured out, she surprised me.
And now I had to calm the hell down enough to drive home.
* * * *
Lena
I closed my apartment door behind me and leaned against it,
exhaling hard. I’d invited Josh into the apartment and he hadn’t jumped at the chance, but had teased me instead-why did that bug me so much? Had I expected him to be like a panting puppy, desperate for any attention I
chose to give him? He was older and probably wiser than me, not to mention a Dom. And up until our negotiations the flirtation between us had been so relaxed.
I’d lost my nerve and bailed on the conversation instead.
But I’d wanted him tonight, craved him so badly that for just a few moments I’d been willing to stop all games just to have him. The first intimate touch he’d ever given me-just a finger sliding up my thigh, pushing up my dress a fraction-had made my pussy melt. I could tell our flirting had made him hard for me. With the way I’d been practically giving his paddle a hand job, that was hardly surprising.
God, I was a tease sometimes. But my need for Josh was so intense that I still wasn’t sure letting him in was a good idea. The last time I’d felt this way about a guy…well, better not to think about it.
Pushing away the sour memory, I went into my room and stripped off my dress, stockings and heels. The cool air against my breasts made me shiver, and I could almost feel Josh’s touch against my thigh again if I
closed my eyes.
Fuck it-I really needed to get off.
After grabbing my waterproof vibrator from its satin bag, I headed into the bathroom and switched on the shower. As soon as I stepped under the warm spray, leaving my wet panties on the floor behind me, my pulse kicked and my pussy squeezed.
What if Josh had followed me here, watched me undress, and now opened the shower cubicle door to join me? I ran my hands over my body, my imagination immediately seizing the fantasy.
He pulls my back against his chest, my ass against his cock, grinding slowly against me. “You really got it bad for me, huh, little tease?”
I whimper as he cups my breasts in his hands, squeezes my wet nipples, my skin slippery against his.
“I’ve been thinking about fucking you since the night I laid eyes on
you,” he murmurs. One of his hands slides lower to delve between my labia, stroking slowly, teasingly. I sigh and steady myself against the cubicle wall.
He thrusts a finger deep inside me, withdrawing it gradually, then rubs the
slickness over my clit with a growl. “God, I can’t wait to get inside this tight little cunt…”
He plucks the vibrator from my fingers and switches it on, the buzzing hardly audible over the patter of the water. “You’re mine, you know that, right? No one else can have you.”
I don’t want anyone else. I just want him, and the vibrations he’s sending up the insides of my thighs are nowhere near enough. I grab his hand with the vibrator still in it and push the toy against my clit. “Oh,
God…”
He sounds amused. “You know I could punish you for that. Would, if I were real.”
I tilted my hips against the vibrator’s touch with a sigh. Only I could come up with a fantasy version of a man who was completely aware he was a figment of my imagination.
“But you don’t care, do you, needy tease? You just want to get off. Not very submissive, is it? But right now I’m gonna let you have exactly what you want. Because it’s what I want. That’s the only reason.”
Josh squeezes my breast with one hand, and I lean into the touch, arching my back. With his other hand, he circles my clit with the vibrator,
then works it into my pussy with short, shallow thrusts until it teases my G- spot and makes my knees weaken.
He gets on his knees in front of me and encourages me to put one foot on his shoulder. I divert the water so it doesn’t stream down my body into his face, and he licks my clit with soft, teasing strokes…
I fucked myself fast and shallowly with the vibrator, fingered myself with the other hand and moaned as the sensations began to intensify, the orgasm building, making me tense by degrees.
I remembered the realities of the night as I grew close to orgasm- the Dom voice he’d used on both Smurfette and me, the shifting of his muscles as he’d paddled my friend, the heat in his eyes as I’d looked up from the craftsmanship of his wooden implement to his face. The way he’d touched me in the car, just a light, brief touch that had made my mind practically explode…
I braced myself against the wall of the shower cubicle and rubbed myself the rest of the way to orgasm, coming so hard that I pushed the vibrator out of me completely. As my pussy clenched over and over, I gasped for breath, Josh’s name forming on my lips.
Why hadn’t I let him come in? I could have been having this for real right now, and a whole lot more besides. Only he’d be in command, not my imagination. My pleasure would have only come when he’d allowed it, and been a hundred times stronger for the wait.
I experimentally let my knees take most of my weight again, finding my legs slightly shaky but able to take my weight again. Shutting off the vibrator, I picked up the soap and began to clean up.