Authors: Yezall Strongheart
“You’re hot.” Brody stated.
She looked away embarrassed, “Am I?”
“Yes, here…” He said tapping her thigh with his finger, and then kissing her temple, “and here.”
Looking again at him, she smiled.
Damn she wanted him!
He adjusted himself in the booth to le
an towards her. His hand slid back down to her knee; he then lifted her leg over his leg, spreading her open to him. “Just relax.” He whispered in her ear.
The shock of what
she was sure was about to happen washed over her quickly. Their actions would be hidden to everyone due to the low lights and the abundant tablecloth, which he pulled up into her lap. He stayed close to her face, dropping searing kisses along her face as his hand slid back up her thigh. He cooed to her, telling her how wonderful her hair smelled, how beautiful her skin was, but she hardly heard him. Her senses were focused on the touch of his fingers pulling aside her panties. Gently he slid a finger inside her; she thought she would faint. She was sure she could feel the ridges of his fingerprints as he slowly slid in and out of her several times. Her breath was shallow and she felt like she would cum, when he suddenly stopped. He kept his finger inside her not moving, firmly telling her not to move. She looked up to see Clair and Garrett approaching the booth, and then she looked at Brody in panic.
He looked her straight in the eye and said, “
Do Not Move!”
Faye
cleared her throat and tried to regain composure, without moving, she smiled at Clair.
“You two look comfy!” Clair grinned, “Listen, I hope you don’t mind, I’m going to take Garrett home, can you grab a ride with Brody?”
Before she had a chance to answer, Brody spoke up, “Of course, I’d be glad to see Faye home.” He wiggled his finger ever so slightly.
As Clair and Garrett finished their drinks and prepared to leave, Brody continued to torture her
, lightly tapping her clit with his thumb, which throbbed, pleading to be satisfied. Her pussy involuntarily clenched against his finger. Brody felt the pressure and smirked, pulling his finger away, he whispered, “Not until I say you can.”
Faye
was relieved when he withdrew from her, and yet she wanted him even more. She took a deep breath and was able to tell Clair to have a safe trip home and that she would call her tomorrow.
After the couple left there was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Brody
took a drink of wine and said, “You did well.”
“What?”
“You did well. I am in need of woman that can take direction, who will do as I ask, when I ask it. The rewards would be great for that woman. I would like to pursue a relationship with you, Faye.”
She was speechless for a moment.
Was this just a different way to ask for a second date?
Faye wasn’t clear what he was proposing. “You mean you want to see me again?”
“Well yes of course, but more than that very possibly I would ultimately want to own you.”
“Own me…”
“Clair tells me you are new to the lifestyle so maybe you don’t understand it all yet. I will attempt to explain things to you as we go along.”
Faye nodded, feeling a little stunned, “Okay.”
“But for now, with your permission, I will tempt you until you beg me to fuck you.”
“Oh!”
“Perhaps I shouldn’t have put it quite that way, but it’s exactly what will happen, should you agree. We can talk more about this another time, just think about it.”
There would be no doubt she would be thinking about it. In her mind’s eye, she was already lying on the table in front of them while he fucked her in front of everyone.
“I think it would be wise for us to part until tomorrow, give you time to think. I’ll take you home.”
That was it then, one minute she was putty in his hand, literally, and now he was ready to dismiss her. Faye couldn’t help but think she messed up somehow.
Chapter 2
On the way to Faye’s house, they talked about their jobs. When he found out she was a bookkeeper, he mentioned that next time there was an opening in his accounting firm, maybe she would consider it. The conversation was benign, until he stopped the car in front of her house.
“Thank you for driving me home.”
Faye smiled.
He reached for her and pulled her to him, searched her face for a second, and then slanted his mouth across hers in a passionate kiss. His t
ongue slipped past her lips and their kiss deepened. Through her clothing, he kneaded her breasts until he felt her nipple harden, then roughly pulling her shirt down to expose her bra, pulling at it until her nipple popped out above the material. Lowering his head, he sucked her nipple and gently nipped it, making her gasp. He stopped and looked her in the eye again. He growled out, “I can’t wait to make you scream.” He sat back in his seat, not taking his eyes off her. Faye pulled her shirt up, covering herself. Opening his door, he walked around the car and opened her door offering his hand.
Faye
took his hand and he walked her to her door. “Thank you for a lovely evening. I really enjoyed meeting you.”
“I think this is just the beginning, it’s up to you.” He kissed her on the cheek and headed back to his car.
Watching him for just a moment, she then opened her door and went into the house. Looking out the front window, she watched him drive away. With a sigh, she climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Without turning on any lights, she removed her clothing and jumped in bed. She laid there staring at the ceiling going over the evening in her mind. When she got to the part where he slid a finger inside her, she closed her eyes. Almost able to feel him inside her again, she moaned.
God that felt good.
It had been longer than she wanted to admit that someone had made her feel that way. Her hand came up and covered her breast, and she found her nipple erect. Sliding her hand down over her abdomen, she dipped her fingers between her legs. She could feel she was extremely wet. An ache was building and she needed relief, her hand flew out to the side trying to reach her nightstand. Fumbling in the drawer, she found her vibrator and immediately put it to use. Within seconds, she was moaning as a satisfying orgasm shook her. Then she remembered Brody saying,
Not until I say you can.
Strangely, she felt a little guilty. With her release out of the way, she was quickly asleep.
The phone woke her the
next morning; it was Clair. “So did he fuck your brains out?”
“Oh geez Clair, no he did not… he brought me home, kissed me on the cheek and left.”
Faye smiled, knowing she hadn’t lied, but it would disappoint her friend to think nothing happened after they left.
“Well, that’s gonna change! Wait till he sees you tonight!”
They talked for a few more moments and agreed that Clair would come over to do her makeup and then they would go to the party together. The group didn’t always meet at the same place and tonight they were meeting at a private residence near a lake. The address would be emailed to Clair later.
Later in the day when Clair arrived, the two girls giggled like
schoolgirls getting ready for their first date. While they waited for the red nail polish to dry on their toenails, they sipped margaritas on Faye’s back porch, their feet resting on the railing.
Faye
got quiet for a moment and then she asked Clair, “What does it mean to be owned?”
“It’s like getting married, sorta. You give over all power to your owner.
You become a willing servant. It doesn’t sound as good as it really is. When you find the right person, you want it. When you see the couples tonight, it will make more sense to you.”
As the day wore on, the more excited
Faye became. She was anxious to see Brody; she couldn’t stop thinking about him. The girls were almost finished dressing and stood looking in the mirror one last time before leaving the house. Both of them wore corsets that had panties that matched, Faye’s ample breasts were trying hard to spill over the top of her black lace brocade corset. Clair’s was a red Asian inspired corset. Complete with garter belts and black stockings, they were almost ready to go. The last thing to add was a short skirt for the ride there and of course the stilettos. Once at the party, the skirt would most likely be removed. As always the party was clothing optional, but in the social areas, most guests wore some type of attire.
Walking to the car with confidence,
Faye found she could walk better than she thought in the heels. Once in the car she looked at Claire, Whatever you do, don’t speed. If we get stopped by a cop, he’ll think we’re hookers.”
Clair laughed and stepped on the gas. It took almost a half an hour to get there and
Faye was finding out her confidence may have been left at home in her margarita glass, she was starting to get butterflies in her stomach.
“You’re gonna stay pretty close to me right? I mean I won’t know anyone, or what to do.”
Faye asked.
“You’ll be fine. When you walk in the door, they will give you a choice of plastic bracelets, one says you are looking for a partner, the other says you are just an observer
or taken. If you wear the observer one, no one will approach you for play. If you change your mind you can always exchange it for the other one.”
“Okay, I’ll be brave.”
After going down a long driveway, they pulled up to the house. It was quite impressively large. Large white pillars framed the circular driveway. Clair passed her car keys to an attendant and headed for the entrance. Faye took a deep breath and followed her through the front door. Receiving their bracelets at the door, they entered the main house. The inside was just as large, and just as impressive. The living room was bigger than her whole house and beautifully furnished with rich woods and upholstery of earth tones. Expensive looking art covered the walls. Soft music played in the background. They both walked to the bar and ordered drinks.
“I’m gonna stay with you for a while but then I’m off to have some fun, agreed?
“Agreed. I have to admit we look just as good as any of these women.” Faye observed.
Clair smiled, “Better.”
They mingled and Garrett was suddenly by Clair’s side. “Ladies, so glad you’re here! Brody is about somewhere, I’ll let him know I saw you, Faye.” Garrett took Clair’s hand and they disappeared into the crowd.
There she was
, alone in a crowd of people, wearing a bracelet that labeled her as unapproachable. Faye sighed as she looked around the room it appeared to be just a regular cocktail party, not counting some of the attire, which was far more daring than hers was.
Where was the real action?
Curious, she decided to browse the other rooms.
Slowly she sauntered into the next room, a library, having much the same
type of people she moved on. In the next room was a long thin dining room with a table laden with food, and people nibbling, walking in and out. Faye kept going. To her left was a long hallway, and after seeing a couple enter it, she decided to have a look. Walking slowly she noticed after a few feet in, the music and conversation from the previous rooms was replaced by muffled noises from beyond. Two laughing women came down the hallway behind her and passed her. They seemed to know where they were going so when she saw them turn right at the end of the hall, she decided she would as well.
She was
not prepared for the scene that met her as she reached the end of the hall. Everyone was in various states of undress, some completely. It was a very public area and no one seemed to notice what was going on right next to them. Various devices ringed the room, Saint David Crosses, wooden stocks, metals chains, and people were being flogged with a variety of items, from feathers to leathers straps. At least two couples were engaging in sex as part of their play. Faye made her way back down the hall, what she saw was too public for her, her cheeks were burning. She had only glanced around the room and left, but she was sure Clair wasn’t there.
Back in the main rooms, she walked to the bar and ordered another drink.
Faye was starting to think this might have been a mistake to come to this party when she felt someone behind her.
Brody lightly touched her upper arms and leaned over her back, bending down to her ear, “I was looking for you.” He whispered.
Turning to look at him, she said, “Hi Brody. I was just having a look around.”
“You look amazingly sexy tonight.”
She felt the heat rise in face again, “Thank you.”
“Come on,” he said, taking her hand, “let’s go somewhere quieter.”
Following him as he snaked them through the crowd and up the stairs, she felt relieved that he rescued her. He led her into a small study with a balcony.
“I’m glad you came.” He took her in his arms and kissed her.
“I feel a little out of place, actually.”
“Nonsense. Besides, now you’re with me and it doesn’t matter who else is here.
“Do you know who owns this house?”