Jon Black's Woman (7 page)

“No, I’m sorry, but I did judge. I
judged your coach. What he did disturbs me and my morals as a man.
I’m utterly disgusted with how he used a young woman both
emotionally and physically.” His hands grasped hold of her face and
he held her firmly as he spoke. “I’m pained by what you went
through as a young lady, but I am proud of the woman you have
become. Proud you’ve moved past the ugliness to be here with
me.”

“I’ve only ever had sex with him and
you, and with you it was magical,” she confirmed with a
smile.

“What we had together wasn’t sex,
Molly. Sex is when there’s no feelings involved and I have feelings
for you, lots of them.” What he said wiped the smile off her face
and took her breath away. He cared and she more than cared, which
left the question of whether or not there a future for
them.

“I have feelings for you,” she
confided and leaned up to seal her words with a kiss.

They shared one of the sweetest and
most seductive lip locks. There were no tongues, only what they
were feeling and their lips touching. At first it was soft, gentle,
maybe even loving, then it turned into more. The feelings and
passion were still there as they deepened the kiss. They pressed
their lips more firmly together, her in a bid to push everything
away except him.

Jon pulled back and watched her
closely as he spoke.

“Shall we make feelings
again?”

Molly wanted to laugh at his using
feelings instead of love, except she understood how much weight the
word carried with its use. The seriousness of where they found
themselves seeped in and she was surprised by what it brought to
mind. Her joy over possibly falling in love again brightened her
mood even further.

With a newfound confidence in them
as a couple, she gave him her answer and asked a question of
him.

“Definitely, and will some of it be
with BDSM?”

There, she’d put the activity out
between them. Was he actually involved in that particular world, or
was it a rumor? There’d been no hint of his being kinky when they
were in bed together, and she’d expected something.

“Do you know what BDSM
is?”

“No, well, not specifically, but in
general. It’s tying up a partner and taking them, right?” She
wasn’t sure about the specifics, which fed her curiosity even
further. Actually, what she knew, the handcuffing or tying up and
taking, turned her on. Secretly she hoped it was an interest of his
which they could experiment with together.

“Kind of, but there’s much more to
it. Some say they’re separate predilections. One would be bondage,
then dominance and submission, and another sadism and masochism.
However, others prefer to label it bondage and discipline and
S&M. In general terms, the B is for bondage, D is domination
and the SM is sado-masochism.”

“Oh, sounds confusing.” She was
surprised the simple acronym wasn’t set in stone.

“Only as much as you want it to be,
but I suggest you pick a definition you like and go with it.” Jon
was a relaxed person and she liked that about him.

“What is set in stone when it comes
to the BDSM world?”

“Well, for one thing, whatever
happens is between consenting adults. There is no room for someone
being forced to do something they don’t want to do. Many people use
safe words to call a halt to the action and others, more
lifestylers than anyone else, prefer to rely on the Dom or Domme to
know their subs well enough to stop when they’ve had enough.” He
stretched out further and pulled her closer.

Secured, safe, and cherished all
raced through her with many other emotions in the mix. Mentally, it
was a beautiful place to be, with him at her side. Physically, she
felt frisky as they started talking about BDSM. It was a more
serious conversation and she wasn’t sure why.

“The SM, sado-masochism part, is all
about a person who finds pleasure in giving pain and the other in
receiving. I personally find no interest in either of those roles.”
As he talked in a calm, no-nonsense tone, one of his hands spread
across her belly. The pinky touched her mound. Only touched and
nothing else.

“What about the domination? It
sounds like it would be harsh.”

“Depends on how a person approaches
the scene.”

“Wait, a scene? What do you mean?”
She liked to know every question she asked would be
answered.

“A scene is when the people
involved, all of whom know the parts they’re going to play
beforehand, follow the agreed upon activities to their conclusion.
In other words, they play until everyone comes.”

“Got it, now finish what you were
going to say about domination. Please,” she said the last word with
a big grin. She was demanding, but in a nice way.

“Dominants can be as firm or gentle
as they want to be, it depends on how their submissives react.
Everyone is in it for pleasure and seeks out like minded partners
or, in this case, their opposites.”

“I can’t see someone being nice as
they dominate another person.” She still found nothing intriguing
about BDSM and she was starting to worry if he was interested in
the sexual preference.

“I dominated you earlier when you
opened your blouse for me while I barbequed.” He laughed softly and
reached up to pinch a nipple. Inhaling sharply, she took a second
to remember the conversation and struggled. All the lust his pinch
brought to the surface raced straight down to her pussy and robbed
her brain of thinking cells.

As she breathed unsteadily, she
remembered how he’d asked her to uncover her breasts. Their
conversation at the grill replayed through her mind, she suddenly
gasped. Jon had told her the only reason she needed to unbutton her
blouse was because he’d asked. He had dominated her and she had
most definitely enjoyed it.

“You did,” Molly told him, sounding
surprised. “Does it mean I’m a submissive?”

“You certainly reacted like one. Did
you like unbuttoning your blouse no matter who might walk outside
and see your breasts, simply because I asked?” Jon released the
nipple and softly circled the areole.

“I made my choice when I figured out
I didn’t care about what anyone else might think or see, except
you. I was turned on and wanted your touch.” She said nothing
except what was true for her.

“I’d say you lean towards being a
sub, but it’s only a label. BDSM is only letters with definitions
attached. You do whatever makes you happy, is how I choose to look
at things. Some would call me a Dom and I’m fine if they do, but I
don’t call myself one. My kink preferences are to dominate my
partner, and also to bind them up and pleasure them.

“Basically I’m a guy who enjoys
toys, gadgets, furniture…things to hopefully enhance and take
things to a new level. They are my tools to help make things more
fun. I never blindfold or obscure my partner’s mouth. I want them
to see everything and tell me how they’re enjoying themselves or
not.”

For a second it sounded like he was
interviewing for a job, then she realized in a way he
was.

“Do you want to dominate, bind, and
use your gadgets on me?” She wasn’t sure where the guts to ask the
question had come from, but she was proud of herself for doing
it.

“Yes, but I’m not sure you know what
I’m talking about. I’ve made it sound nice, erotic and tied it up
in a pretty bow, but it isn’t. If I had to say it was something
more than any other, I’d call it lust first and foremost. I’d want
to make you come, and often. There be would no pretty cries, but
all out guttural need voiced as pleas for more.”

The picture he painted stunned her.
His words didn’t dissuade her from wanting to try. If anything, he
encouraged her to want it more.

“I didn’t see any sign of toys in
your bedroom or the guest room. Would you normally go to a club and
find a partner there?”

“There’s been no one I’ve had sex
with or got kinky with since a few weeks before you arrived. From
our first meeting in the diner, I haven’t wanted to spend time with
anyone but you.” His words made her glow brighten further. He
wanted her and she wanted him. Would their getting kinky, as he
called it, ruin things between them? She didn’t want it to, but she
knew this was a part of his life. He wanted it, and she would try
to fit in.

“I’m flattered and thrilled you want
to be with me. I want to be with you, all of you.” Jon shifted the
blanket off them and ran his hand down from where it dallied with
her nipples. It moved over her stomach ultimately to dabble between
her inner thighs. His fingers tickled, but also seduced. She wanted
to part them for him again, only he used his hold on her knee to
lift the leg until it draped over one of his.

Spreading her open, he cupped her
mound and teased her by dipping a finger inside her pussy while his
thumb circled her clit.

For a moment she focused on how his
cock nestled against her backside. Solid, thick, and growing
harder. She wanted to feel him inside her again. Plunging or still,
she flat out wanted him again and again.

“If you want to do this, test the
waters, we can go out to my teepee and play as much as you
want.”

“You have a personal teepee?” She
was excited by how his voice rumbled along her back. The man was
more interesting by the second.

“I built it for my enjoyment,
nothing else. Then I started to fill it with toys and furniture and
things. It’s my personal bondage oasis. No one has ever been inside
or knows its kinky side. Most think the only thing happening behind
the white covering is meditation or something similarly
zen-like.”

“No one? I’d be the first?” Nothing
could tell him more succinctly how she was meant to have her first
experience in a place that no one else had ever visited, much less
submitted to his pleasures. She deserved a fresh platform to
introduce her to a bondage lifestyle and was pleased he was able to
offer her one.

“Yes, the absolute first,” he told
her as he pinched and twisted her bundle of nerves. It surprised
her to discover exactly how close to the edge of coming she
actually was. “You’d have to enter the structure naked and ready to
submit to me. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want. How do
you feel about being tied in a way you can’t move your
arms?”

“Very interested,” she told him and
placed a hand over his where it rested between her legs. Her hand
wasn’t there to help him do anything, he needed no guidance. What
she needed to do was calm things down otherwise she’d
shatter.

“What about securing you to a piece
of furniture?”

“Yes,” she murmured and closed her
eyes to fall even further into his verbal seduction.

“The toys may be things you’ve never
seen before, but I promise they’re for pleasing you and therefore
me. Are you okay if I show you the toys first, explain how they
work? How they should please us both?” His voice had dropped even
lower and he added a second finger to the first to thrust in and
out of her slit.

“Oh, yes,” she groaned and knew it
was both her excitement about what he offered and how he pleasured
her body.

“Then,” he told her and twirled her
clit, then pushed the two fingers inside her and moved them into a
hook.

“Let’s,” Jon said as he pressed the
fingers against her walls in search of her g-spot. She knew what he
was looking for because she’d sought it out and never found
it.

The moment he found the spot, he
pressed firmly, and her hips tensed up. She held onto his wrist
with both hands as she broke. He gave her a pulsing, groaning,
eye-rolling release before he whispered in her ear as she started
to come back to earth.

“Go.” Laughing, he sucked his
fingers clean before he held her close.

“We are going to have such a good
time in my teepee,” he told her and she smiled.

“I have a lot of orgasms waiting to
be released after my years of celibacy. Hope you’re up for the
challenge.”

Jon was all man and she needed to
spend more time with him, be more for him. She wanted to be his
woman. Maybe it would happen, but for now, she wanted to be with
him in all ways.

“Challenge accepted, flower.” He
helped her stand before he got up himself. She was a little
unsteady, but she’d be fine, more than fine. She’d be in Jon
Black’s hands and only good would come from being there.

Having Molly at his side, wearing
nothing as they made their way to his teepee for sensual pursuits,
made Jon a happy man. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this
moment was possible when they’d first met. He’d been struck silent
by her, content to simply watch the beautiful blonde flower, but no
more. His voice was back and he couldn’t be happier.

It wasn’t good enough to simply
speak to her, he needed to touch her as well—touch as much as he
wanted and how he wanted. This day would last forever in his mind
as the best one he’d had to date, and he hoped there were many more
to come.

Leading her by the hand along the
path, he couldn’t hold back his smile as they entered the maze-like
entrance to the garden. The stone wall bent around, as he’d
designed it to be a unique entrance. It also served as an added
layer of protection. He’d had nothing else to think about because
there’d been nothing special to focus on. Everything was different
with Molly in his life and at his side.