My mind was always just a whirl of activity every day, and by the end I was desperate to get out to my work. Friday and Saturday nights I didn’t get a chance to even talk to Aly, but it seemed like every time I checked my phone there was some little ‘thinking of you’ texts from her, which would give me a fresh burst of energy. Maybe she really was a muse.
Monday night I worked until three AM, but finished with a two-foot model of the sketch I’d shown to Aly, the one with the woman floating in the air, arms thrown back. It felt incredible holding it in my hands. Another was an abstract of a cliff face battered by a pounding tsunami. It had occurred to me as a dark clash of nature, Earth vs. Water, but now, somehow it had changed from a war to a celebration of nature’s power and majesty. It was so subtle, and maybe even all in my head, but it was still profound to me.
I thought about sleeping for a few hours on one of the cots out at the warehouse, but after being late last week I didn’t want to take the chance of it happening again, so I made the drive home. I realized after about ten minutes that I had no business being on the road as tired as I was, especially on a motorcycle, but I was committed, and somehow I made it back safely, stripping off my top and jeans before collapsing into bed.
***
It was so warm, like I’d been wrapped in a blanket. A sigh escaped my lips as I rolled over, my arms encircling something as I did. Not sure what it was, but it felt so nice. Something moved gently against me, and I pulled it close. Then it giggled, which brought me back to consciousness.
I opened my eyes, and found them staring into Aly’s soft brown irises. I had no idea how she was there, but I felt my cheeks stretch into a smile.
“Hi, sleepyhead.” Aly kissed me gently on the shoulder.
I slid my hand over her bare back and down past the skin of her bottom. “This is a dream.” My fingers traveled over a smooth leg, which was lying on top of my hip. “A wonderful, impossible dream.” How could Aly be naked in my bed?
She gently nestled in, lifting my chin with her head and her soft lips giving gentle suction to my neck, making me sigh. I didn’t think you could feel things in dreams.
I ran my fingers through Aly’s soft hair as I began to come around, letting myself enjoy her soft kisses for a moment before pulling away so I could kiss her forehead. “How are you here?”
“You left the door open. When I got here you were sound asleep. So I just climbed in next to you. It was nice.”
“But I set my alarm.” I looked over and pressed the button on my digital clock radio. Ten PM. Oh, man.
“See, if you used your phone for an alarm like a normal person this wouldn’t happen.”
“I like waking up to the radio. And it worked out. This isn’t too bad.” I pulled her close to me as she laughed. “Besides, this has to be the fastest I’ve ever gotten a girl naked on a date.”
“Ooh, do I win a prize?”
“Yes, you do.” I captured her mouth with mine and rolled her onto her back. I worked down over her jaw and found the soft spots on her neck that she loved.
“Ohh, My Lady.”
The purr of pleasure in her voice made my head swim. I still didn’t know what it was, but nothing on earth was as magical as hearing Aly moan in ecstasy. The only thing that came close was her incredible flavor. Or maybe the feel of her skin against mine. Or maybe it was the way she cuddled against me after sex. Oh, shit, who cares? One thing my head could agree on was that it had been far too long since I’d touched her, and I was going to rectify that right now.
I spent a few delicious moments worshipping her lovely, soft breasts, before heading south to my ultimate destination, where I lost myself in her nectar. Soon Aly was bucking and wailing under my ministrations as I brought her to bliss.
I kissed my way back up her body as she recovered. “Did you enjoy your prize?”
“Oh, yes, My Lady. Thank you.”
I stroked her hair. “That’s good, because I very much enjoyed giving it to you. And I don’t want to lose that, to be able to pleasure you whenever I want.”
Aly’s face changed. “Of course, My Lady. I want you to do whatever you want.”
I rolled on top of her and pinned her to the mattress. “And I want you to be mine. Completely and only mine. Is that what you want?”
Aly’s eyes were wide with wonder and desire. “Oh, yes. So much.”
“Ok. So first thing. What are the boundaries? What do you know you don’t want? Have you thought about that?”
Aly nodded. “Yes, My Lady, I have, some. A lot, really.”
“And?” She looked so vulnerable, I could see it in her every movement. She was laying her heart bare for me. It was the ultimate act of submission.
“Pain. I don’t want you to ever hurt me. I mean….” She bit her lip adorably. “Maybe a little playful spanking, but no real pain. I don’t think I’d like that.”
I hid the huge sigh of relief I was feeling. The biggest thing I’d seen in my research that scared me was gone, and that felt great. Aly, she was the most precious thing in the world, and I didn’t think I could ever hurt my baby. But it did leave a question unanswered. “What if you’ve been bad, and I need to punish you?”
Her face split into a wicked grin. “You’ll just have to be creative.”
The thing is, several possibilities did immediately spring to mind, and the thought of them made me shiver with anticipation. “I’ll take that under advisement. Anything else?” I tried to put a little husk in my voice, leaning forward a little and fixing her with my best ‘I want you now’ gleam. Her eyes went wide as I did.
I could tell that she had to work to organize her thoughts. I loved the feeling of power it gave me. God, maybe I really was a Dom. I knew I was loving this.
She finally found her voice. “A few more obvious things. Um… I want it to be just you and me, no one else. You can’t share me. And I don’t like the idea of public humiliation, that doesn’t excite me. Anything else, anything you want, we can discuss.”
“OK. I thought we already discussed that first bit, but….”
“I know, I just….”
“Shhhh.” I put my finger over her lips, and she stopped talking. I ran my fingers down her arm, taking her hand and placing her palm on my chest. “Can you feel my heartbeat, baby?”
“Yes, My Lady.”
I covered her hand with mine. “This heart and this body are yours, and only yours. No one else’s, ever.” Then I covered her chest with my palm, which could feel her tripping pulse, going way faster than normal. “And this heart and this body. To whom do they belong?” My eyes bored into hers, and I could feel her trembling beneath me. I was soaking wet, and It wasn’t going to be long before I couldn’t control myself any more, and I would need to take this incredible young woman.
“They belong to you, and only you, My Lady.”
I ran a finger over her lower lip, which made her gasp. “And this mouth, what is its primary purpose?”
“Ohhh, God. To pleasure My Lady.”
I stroked her hair, and she leaned into the contact. “That’s correct. I think it should get started, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, My Lady.” I put my hand behind her head and pulled it up, burying her mouth in my neck, where she began nibbling and sucking and kissing, and the world sort of fuzzed out. She stopped only long enough to peel off my shirt and sports bra, and then she was back to it.
I let her roll me onto my back, and I held her tight as she suckled on my pulse point, luxuriating in the feel of her skin against mine. And as magical as it was, I wanted that tongue wrapped around my clit.
I gently nudged her head away, looking into her eyes. “Baby, you know what I like?” I slipped my little finger into her mouth, which she began sucking on immediately. “What I want this amazing tongue to do?”
She wrapped her tongue around my pinkie as best she could, eyes still locked on mine.
“That’s right. Get to it.”
She began kissing down my body, over my sternum and between my breasts, while she massaged them gently. Over my stomach she went, until she reached my underwear. “Oh, My Lady smells amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it, baby, it’s all for you.”
Off my boy shorts went, and Aly eased my legs apart while I relaxed into my pillow preparing for the heaven to come. My baby knew me well, that my nub couldn’t take the direct contact quite yet, so she began to worship my sex, licking and sucking on my lips, penetrating my opening, caressing my hood. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, a look of serene happiness on her face, almost like she was enjoying this as much as I was. I couldn’t get over that.
Generally the girls I’d been with had been so different. I’d seen looks of shame, of distaste, of fear, but never this, this total engrossment in my pleasure, not even from Gillian. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
My breathing was coming in shallow gasps, and a few minutes later I knew I was ready. So did she, it seemed, and she pulled my clit into her mouth, wrapped it in her tongue and my world exploded in bliss.
– Aly –
Oh, God, I loved this. Just immersing myself in Taylor’s flavor, feeling her body moving against me, knowing I was giving My Lady, the most incredible woman on Earth, such pleasure made me almost giddy. I was worshipping my hero, and she deserved every ounce of joy, every measure of devotion I had.
I don’t know how many orgasms I gave her, but eventually she pulled me up into her arms, whispering how wonderful I’d been, how much she’d loved it, how happy I made her. I’m not sure which felt better, the loving words or the fingers stroking my clit, but either way I shuddered into a beautiful orgasm that was as much soul as body.
Taylor held me to her, and her tummy gave a little rumble. “Oh, is My Lady hungry?”
“I haven’t eaten since yesterday.”
“Yesterday dinner? Or yesterday lunch?”
She looked away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
I glared at her. “Taylor, sweetheart, you have to eat.”
“Alright, fine, where do you want to go?”
Why did this feel so good, holding each other, being close, without any boundaries? We talked it over, and I subtly tried to draw out what she wanted. This was going to take a little practice. I wanted her to be making the decisions, and I know she did too, deep down. But my handsome, powerful, magnificent butch was still a conservative girl from Idaho, where she’d been taught since childhood nice girls didn’t make demands. Nice girls were deferential and accommodating, and, as far away from home as she’d run, things like that ran deep.
We ended up at a nearby New York style deli that I’d finally gotten Taylor to recommend. We were standing in line, our fingers interlaced, my other hand on her elbow. “So what’s good here, sweetie?”
“I’ve never had anything bad. Do you like pastrami?”