Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 9

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The door clicks open to his hotel room. I think he has already prepared; the lights are low. A single tap on the player and music drifts across the room, the same choice I set playing myself at our previous meeting.

“You remembered what I like?”

“Oh, yes. I made a point of remembering what you like.”

His eyes are soft and admiring. “I didn’t do you justice before. You don’t look good. You look amazing.”

My pussy hums, sending a frisson rippling over my skin and he smiles at my reaction. It’s a very small movement of his lips, but his eyes are warm as he circles me, pacing softly, very close.

His fingers trail around my waist, catching me tight as I try to turn to meet his face. “Did I tell you to move?” he says, standing behind me. His face is close to mine, his breath warm on my skin as he speaks.

“No,” I whisper, arousal smoking through me.

“So, stay where you are. I’ve come a long way to see you. I expect you to do as I say.”

My breath hitching, I stand still, my body beginning to tremble.

“I have plans for this evening,” he continues, “and I expect you to obey me. Are you going to obey me?”

I nod, a hot flush rising up my neck that has nothing to do with embarrassment.

There is a rustling behind me; a soft sound, just on the edge of hearing. His mouth still close by my ear, he murmurs, “I’m going to blindfold you now….” He pauses. “…. Yes?”

“Yes.” My tremble increases, and as something soft and satiny winds around my eyes, Ryan stands close enough against me that he must be able to feel the quiver of my flesh against him.

The cloth binds around my face, and his fingers pass upwards from chin to forehead, brushing the silk back from my nose. “Alright? Not too tight? You can breathe?”

Dumbly, I nod. The blindfold has not completely obscured the light. I cannot see, but a kind of textured half-light, deeply red, penetrates through.

Still pressed against me, he holds me by the shoulders, nibbling at the soft skin of the nape of my neck. Arousal sets embers glowing in my warm core, and the tremble invades my breathing

“Are you cold?” he asks.

“No, just excited.”

“Excited?” He sounds pleased. “You find this exciting? You find me exciting?”

“Yes, I do.”

I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “Good. That’s very good, Kirstie. Here, take my hand.” His fingers lace between mine and there is a gentle tug. I follow the pull.

“Now, turn,” he says.

I obey, following a touch that pushes slightly on my shoulder. My pussy is increasingly soft and fluid, my panties growing warm and wet.

“Kirstie,” says Ryan’s voice, “Tonight I am going to explore what gives you pleasure. If any of this goes too far for you, or if I do anything you don’t want me to, say so. Simply give me a word. What will you say?”

“You want my safe word?”

“Yes. You may find this exciting, and I certainly do, but I’m new to this. I don’t want to hurt you or take you beyond what is pleasurable for you.”

“Alright, Ryan. My safe words are ‘Redbreast’ and ‘Ravens’.

“Ravens?” His voice is startled.

“Yes, ‘Ravens’ if I need you to stop; ‘Redbreast’ if I am close to my limits.”

“Very well. ‘Ravens’ it is. But, shhhh…. quiet now…. The only noises I want to hear from you after this are your pleasure sounds”

Standing, staring blindly into ruby mist, my hearing is heightened; my sense of smell too. Ryan standing close by me, I scent him more strongly now, his warm musk, and as he moves, his perfume washes over me in waves. Breathing deeply, I take him in.

He’s becoming aroused too….

Stroking my neck and collarbone, his fingertips trail lower as he drifts towards my cleavage. There is the lightest of touches as he kisses and mouths the delicate skin at the top of my breasts, his hair tickling against my face as he does so.

As my breathing increases, he moves behind me, his hands sliding to the top fastening of my dress; a small button which he slips free before moving downward. With a slow clicking, the zip of my dress is lowered. His breath warm on my neck, the zipper clicks, descending a single tooth at a time, and as the dress opens from the top down, the heat of his breathing follows.

The zipper lowering, his mouth opens over the revealed skin. It shouldn’t feel so hot, but to my heightened senses, the wetness of his mouth scalds over me. He nibbles at me, mouthing and nipping

down and along the length of my spine. And with each nip of my skin, a shudder runs through me, to settle into my heating core, which releases trickling juices down my thighs.

As the dress opens to my waist, he lowers the front to release my breasts. I shiver a little, a tingle skittering from my crinkling nipples down to my sex, and it’s not only from the wash of coolth over my skin. My own heartbeat banging in my ears, my blood sings as it courses through my veins.

I am on fire….

He hasn’t even undressed me yet….

My hips are beginning to quiver, my thighs to shake. I want to lie down, open my legs and let this man plunge inside me.

“Ryan….”

“Shhh….”

I bite my lip.

“Please, I want you inside me.”

There is a sharp pain in my left nipple, a pinch that stings, making me flinch, and which leaves me quaking.

“I said, you must be silent.” comes his voice. “It’s good to know that you want me inside you, but that is not going to happen for some time yet….”

Oh, God….

The zip, tooth by clicking tooth, is opened all the way to the small of my back. Hands glide into either side of my hips, swishing it down to the floor and leaving me standing only in my panties….

….. which are soaked.

Hot juices are flowing down inside my thighs. He must be able to see them.

“Yes,” he says, “you look good. I think it will soon be time for me to taste you.”

My pussy clutches, releasing another moist surge.

There is a swish of air around me; Ryan moving to stand in front of me. Then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me hard as the fingers of one hand slip between my pussy lips, tormenting my clit. Thumbing my bud free of its fleshy sheath, he rubs and flicks at my sweet spot which sparkles under his touch, electric ecstasy stabbing through to my core.

I try to obey his instruction for silence, but moaning incoherently through gritted teeth, I would collapse were it not for the other hand about my waist, supporting me.

“Ryan… I can’t stand….”

I yell, as my clit is tweaked hard, sending silver pain streaking through to my dissolving cunt.

“Are you going to be quiet? Or do I really have to hurt you? I wonder how much pain you enjoy?”

My pussy convulses, gushing hot, leaving me slick between my thighs and down the back of my knees. Blindly, I drop my head backwards, mouth open, panting. I want to wail out my arousal, but….

His body slides down mine, the heat of his breath traversing from my face, down my neck and cleavage, down my belly and to the vee of my thighs. He must be kneeling in front of me.

“If you can’t stand, you may rest your hands on my shoulders to steady yourself.”

Reaching through my semi-light to where I think Ryan’s head must be, I feel down towards his shoulders. My stance is now more stable, but my knees want to buckle….

…. and as his tongue laps inwards to my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. His hands dart out, gripping me at the hip and stabilising me again.

“I think, Madam,” he says, “that we shall rearrange you, to avoid any more of these outbursts.”

His hand takes mine, leading me. There is the click of a door opening, and as we pass through, I am guided forward.

“Bend over. The bed’s in front of you. Support yourself on that.”

I drop, to rest with my hands on the bed-footer.

“Now, spread your legs and raise your hips.”

“Are you going to fuck me now? Please fuck me.…”

…. A hand swipes across my buttocks, stinging hard, and I gasp.

“How many times must I tell you not to speak?”

Leaning over the bed, propped on my hands, I stand, waiting, silently quivering.

“That’s better.” says Ryan, “Now, we’re going to play a game. I’m going to touch you, in whatever way it pleases me to do. I’m going to try to make you moan and scream. But you’re going to try to remain silent. And for every time you make a noise, I’m going to slap your ass…. And it won’t stop at slapping….”

Something trails over my spine; the soft and delicate swish of…. what?

Then there is a sharp pain as something lashes up from under my swinging breasts, biting across my nipples.

“It’s a flogger,” he says. “I enjoy torturing your nipples. They crinkle up so beautifully. So, some of your punishment might be on them rather than your ass…. Now, spread yourself open for me. I don’t want to have to work hard to reach you.”

Obediently, I stretch my ankles as far apart as I can. Ryan’s hand caresses my hair and face, then moves slowly…. slowly down the length of my spine, his nails dragging a little, occasionally digging in, point-like.

With each dig of the nails, my breath judders and my swollen pussy liquefies a little more. The slow journey of his hand along my spine sends electrifying signals to my quivering cunt. Desperate now to have him inside me, to be filled, my inner muscles are jumping and jerking.

As he reaches the base of my spine, his touch turns to a single finger which continues its gradual journey towards my sex. He pauses at my rear entrance, pressing lightly there, but not penetrating….

“I may take you there, on another occasion…. but not today I think….”

The finger continues inexorably south. My entrance flutters and pulses as he traces a butterfly-light circle over the skin; barely skimming me. But my hyper-tense nerves send lightning zipping through to my core, and I wail….

…. then yelp, at the sting on my ass as a hand swipes across me again…. “That is for not remaining silent when instructed to do so while I take my pleasure with you….

“And this is for the yelp when I slapped you….” And the tresses of the flogger bite across my tender derriere….

“I told you, if you make a sound, I’ll punish you, and that includes the sounds from being punished. You have to be silent….”

I am shuddering now, my body all but out of control in sheer, volcanic arousal.

“Will you be silent?”

My arms give way, and the upper half of my body drops to the bed, my ass still presented upwards, but I nod. And as I fall forward, he grips me at the hip, adjusting my position, spreading my ankles further with a shove from his feet. Then the finger brushes my entrance again, winding circles over my pulsing and hyper-sensitive lips. Helpless with lust, my breath judders, my pelvis trembles, and my cunt pumps out hot juices.

“That’s very good,” he says. “I like seeing you like that, quivering for me. I know that you want me….” The finger essays inside me, winding around the inner muscle. My hips jerk, but I manage to remain silent.

“That’s better. That’s what I’m looking for…. Obedience…. You can have a little more now….”

There is a movement behind me and a wave of heat over my exposed vulva. Hands clasp my buttocks, pulling them apart, opening me even further, displaying me completely.

“You look gorgeous, you know. Your pussy is scarlet for me and it’s dripping,” he says. “I can see everything there is of you, and now I’m going to enjoy you…. but you still have to be quiet.”

And at that, he draws his tongue the full length of my folds. From clit to cunt, he licks me, full length and now, I cannot hold myself…. and I scream…. then hover, panting, waiting to be punished….

Instead, there is another long, slow stroke of the tongue. It winds around my clit in a slow spiral, then glides up through my sopping folds before lapping in at my entrance.

And it repeats, weaving through my heated sex as my pussy throbs and clutches, and I howl my mounting release…. My imminent release….

Orgasm bursts free, surging through helpless flesh as my body spasms blindly. My cunt pulsates and throbs, and pleasure ricochets through belly and core. My hands thrashing, I try to seize something, fingers clutching at the bedcovers as though I need to hang onto the world in some erotically driven fear of falling.

Enraptured, I lurch and buck as orgasm runs amok through me….

And as the wash of climax laps away, Ryan standing behind me, there is a rustling and a movement, the sound of tearing foil and a pause….

Then his cock rams into me, slamming home, banging against my inner walls. Again, I scream, but now it is the howl of satisfaction, of being taken by this man who, barely knowing me, yet understands me so well.

He is rock hard and huge, his shaft stretching me open as he rides me hard. I rock with his rhythm, swinging to meet his movements as his hips collide into mine, our bodies moving together, in the two that is one.

His breathing turns to gasping and there is the drip of hot sweat onto my back. His fingernails bite into my hips and…. with a grunt, he presses tight against me, his hips rotating. Filling me completely, he comes, jamming himself against my inner walls in a final thrust that makes me scream in pain and pleasure and agony and ecstasy.

With a sound of I-know-not-what…. he collapses atop me, his arms around my waist. Our bodies are both slippery with sweat, shaking with the afterburn of climax. The sound of my own pulse bangs betwixt my ears and his heartbeat resonates against my spine. For long moments, we simply lie there, still conjoined, panting.

Hands guide me upright, supporting me as I stand, then work the knot at the back of my head. The blindfold falls away and I blink a little as the half-light dazzles my muzzy eyes. Ryan stands over me,

smiling down. He stoops, kissing me softly on the mouth.

“Good?” he murmurs.

Speechlessly, I nod. Good is not an adequate word for what I just experienced. This man barely touched me, and yet brought me to the kind of screaming orgasm I haven’t experienced in years, if ever.

He frowns. “Are you alright? I haven’t hurt you?”

Still huffing for air, nonetheless, I chuckle. “No more than I enjoyed.”

“Here,” he says, “be with me for a while.”

Together we lie on the bed, his arms loosely around me. He strokes my face. “I could easily become very fond of you….”

He wants to be close….

I wait for unease to pool in my stomach…. but it doesn’t. Quite the opposite. I can’t suppress my smile. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“That would be…. nice….”

And now he smiles too. “I’m pleased you think so.”

He cups my chin in his hands, kissing me again.

So, where do I go from here?