“You may sit down.”
He did so gingerly, apparently not used to being naked simply because it was someone’s whim that he should be. All her movements brisk and business-like, Olivia set down her glass, put her hands against his shoulders and pushed until his back rested firmly on the sofa cushions behind him.
It only took her another second or two to adjust her own position on the sofa so she could swing one leg over his lap and straddle him. Her skirt bunched up around her thighs with the motion, but it still covered her crotch. Mark’s body was the only one on display.
A pleasure-filled shiver ran down Olivia’s spine as she sensed him tense beneath her. He didn’t move, didn’t say a word, not even when he had to have realized that her stockings were the only undergarments she wore that evening. He merely accepted her position above him as her right. That deserved a reward.
Dipping her head, she brought their mouths together for the first time. Mark’s lips were firm, yet they were still pliant beneath hers. They opened at the first hint that she desired access and followed her lead without question. Olivia slipped her tongue past his lips, staking a claim to him as she took complete possession of his mouth.
Mark gasped as she nipped at his bottom lip.
His hands came to rest on her hips. He didn’t grope or try to take control; he just rested his hands there as if he was concerned that she might lose her balance if he didn’t keep her safe and steady.
Olivia almost laughed at the needless action. Reaching back, she caught hold of both his wrists, one in each hand. Acting with the complete confidence of experience, she easily pinned his arms to the sofa cushions on either side of his head.
He made no move to try to escape her hold. A little tension crept into his muscles though.
“Does that feel good?” she whispered the words against his cheek as she trailed her lips back to his ear, leaving her mark on him with her lipstick as she went.
Mark nodded, just once. Any apparent concern he might have had that she was angry about being touched disappeared. She released his wrists as she leaned back. “Keep your hands there.”
Picking up her handbag, she took out a condom. Packet opened, she reached down between them and deftly slid the latex down his shaft. He barely even seemed to breathe as he watched her fingers dance around his cock.
“Have you been taught how to control your orgasms?” Olivia asked. “Think carefully before you answer.”
He finally managed a deep breath. His body already shook with the effort required for self-control, but he nodded. His hands remained pressed against the back sofa cushions on either side of his head.
Olivia smiled.
Lifting herself over his cock, she guided him inside her slit and slowly slid down his erection, until the full length of it was lodged deep inside her. Mark’s hips bucked slightly. He bit down on his bottom lip once more, but he still didn’t seem able to remain completely still.
Olivia stared down at his expression, soaking up every nuance and emotion he offered her like lifeblood. He might have been taught to control his orgasms, but he’d obviously never been taught how to control his expression while he was near the edge of his pleasure. Everything he felt was relayed directly to her by his eyes, and she thrived on it.
Mark was all hers. No agreement had been reached, no offers made or accepted. He wasn’t wearing her collar. Hell, they’d barely even introduced themselves, but as she stared down into his eyes, she had no doubt that she held him in the palm of her hand. There was nothing he’d deny her.
That kind of submission deserved to be protected and cherished by a woman who could appreciate it—and the man who offered it to her. Someone like herself…
All thoughts faded away as Mark half-thrust beneath Olivia, bringing her attention back to far more immediate concerns. Taking him at his word, she didn’t try to do anything that would help him maintain his control as she began to rock her hips.
Olivia left him to battle for self-control and, this time at least, merely concentrated on her own pleasure. She tightened internal muscles around his shaft enjoying the way the hard length of his erection filled her completely.
Mark gasped. His teeth gripped his bottom lip so fiercely he threatened to break the skin. His hands clenched into fists, the knuckles quickly turning white. Yet, he still kept his wrists pressed back against the cushions, his hips remained as still as he could keep them.
She reached out and wrapped her hands around his wrists in praise and saw the flash of pleasure rush across his expression in response.
“You like being pinned down, don’t you?” she whispered.
He nodded.
“Speak up,” she corrected.
Mark looked up. Their eyes met. “Yes, miss. I like being pinned down.” The words were spoken more loudly, each and every one clearly enunciated.
Olivia smiled as she rocked her hips.
“Good boy.” She tightened her grip on his wrists as she ground herself against him, rubbing her clit against the skin just above his cock. The short dark hairs there brushed against sensitive nerve endings, increasing the friction and pleasure of each movement.
Ripples of bliss radiated out from the little bud, flowing through her body, quickly building up as she increased her movements.
Easily balancing herself with her grip on Mark’s arms, Olivia began to ride him in earnest. Lifting herself, she almost rose all the way off the long, thick shaft before letting herself sink back down again until he was lodged in her to the hilt.
He groaned, pressing his head back against the sofa. Releasing his lip, he clamped his teeth together. The vein in his jaw pulsed. Somehow, he managed to remain relatively still. She relished the sight of him, but soon, her own pleasure was too much for her to ignore. Her eyes dropped closed.
Pure bliss raced through Olivia, making her whole body sing out. Her movements became jerkier as Mark’s cock rubbed against her g-spot again and again. She tossed back her head, bucking almost uncontrollably as she finally came, clenching tightly around Mark’s shaft as her orgasm rushed through her, filling her with strength and vigor, refreshing her after far too long spent worrying about work instead of pleasure.
Collapsing forward, she simply let herself rest against his body for a little while. His breaths were just as unsteady as hers. They were both caught in the moment. She had no doubt that they were both hoping this would be the first encounter of many.
There was really only one difference between them.
“Mark?” Olivia whispered softly in his ear, as she lifted her head.
He blinked open his eyes and looked up at her.
“You’re still not allowed to come.”
His eyes fell closed once more. She was pretty sure mental curses filled his head, even if he didn’t utter them aloud.
“Unless, of course…” Olivia mused.
Every muscle in Mark’s body tensed. Very slowly, he pried open his eyes again.
“If you aren’t interested in wearing my collar, there’s nothing to be gained in obeying me when I tell you not to come, is there?”
He swallowed rapidly. His fingers twitched above her grip on his wrists. “I…”
She stared down at him, studying his expression. His desperation was obvious. His need to come was clear. The only question now was if that was his deepest need, the one he most urgently needed to fulfill.
“Or would you prefer to submit to me?” she invited.
He nodded. He tried to speak, failed then tried again. “Yes, miss.”
She dipped her head and brushed their lips together. Unless she was very much mistaken, Mark had nothing to worry about. Olivia had no doubt he’d prove to be incredibly easy to fall in love with.
And, since he had been so good and had made the right choice, there was no rule saying she couldn’t let him have his orgasm, too.
Barely breaking the kiss, she whispered the word against his lips.
“Come.”
Mark obeyed beautifully.
About the Author
Kim Dare is a twenty-eight year old, full time writer from Wales (UK).
First published in December 2008, Kim has since released over fifty BDSM erotic romances. That means that well over one hundred characters have chattered away inside her head during that time—and that’s not even taking into account the fact that there are over three times that number of people clamoring in the wings for a chance to tell their stories. It’s no wonder she loses track of what’s happening in the “real” world at times…
While Kim’s stories range over male/male, male/female and all kinds of ménage relationships and have included vampires, time travelers, shape-shifters and fairytale re-tellings, they all have three things in common—kink, love and a happy ending.
Kim loves to talk to her readers and can be found at www.kimdare.com.
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