WD prompt# 98: I wish we could do this all the time.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Adultery, Sex. potentially foul language
Word Count: 1,015 approximately
A/N: Another fic that should have probably proceeded “Discovered” or “Tables Turned”, but it was buried among the many drafts that I have been working on... Posting without editing... Need to clear this folder...
Do I ... tell him the truth?
Her mind was racing, her past and present colliding, not presenting in any particular order. She really needed her Grandma Addie right now. She always had the perfect saying for times like this.
Sam mentioned wanting children of his own, and it sent Dahlia’s mind reeling. They had been married less than a year, and he was ready to take their family to the next level. What would she do? Should she...? No, the past just needs to stay in the past... How could she possibly explain what she was feeling to him? He’d never see things the way she did...
This wasn’t a matter of kids fitting into a budget... Hell, there was no budget... What could she possibly do to divert his mind and attention from this? How can this be happening? He shouldn’t have this on his mind ... This won’t just go away Dahlia... You need to either come up with something quickly or just face the music... But... what???
Spiraling in thought, she starts to think over the past... Jay comes to mind... had she over reacted to things? Of course not, he had deceived her, but he really was loyal for it to be just lies... Before she realizes, she has messaged him. “Can you meet me to day? Anytime?”
“Damn, did you have to show up shirtless? I am a married woman...”
“So that’s why we are meeting at this hotel? Cause you’re a married woman? N’kay ... If that is what we’re going with, I’ll play hubby”
Dahlia moves to slap Jay, but he quickly catches her arm, pulling her into a kiss that raises the hairs on her neck. This feeling... she gives into it way too quickly... She needs to feel him, the ripples of his abdomen, the quiver from her fingers grazing his caramel skin... licking the outline of his muscular build... triggering that fight or flight response that has him lifting her hungrily ... taking her against the door or wall or where-the-fuck ever...
“You know that I’d take you anywhere, but married woman and all, shouldn’t we take this inside... you know... a room?” His question halts her lust craze, realizing that she had been disrobing him in an area that could easily record the scene.
She links hands and practically drags him to her suite, not giving up another second to waste. Breathless she kisses him as if this is her only life support... tasting him, sniffing his flexing chest muscles, biting and pulling his nipples, demanding he take everything off now as she tears away her own clothing, stealing kisses in between... hating any moment of disconnect.
He brushes her hair out of her face, cupping her cheeks, suctioning her mouth in a desire that she has never experienced from him. “Don’t stop, Jay... even if I beg you to! Satisfy this burning itch... Please,” she all but begs.
“I got you, Dahlia.” In a gripping butt lift, he carries her to the nearest wall... his entry making her claw at anything in reach... his pulsing causing a pleasurable expansion of her tightness that sends a chill throughout her body followed by an intense heat that causes her to lose all care, claiming all that she desires.
“Jay !! I can’t do this, we shouldn’t do this... but I want this... soooo bad... don’t stop... harder!” She licks along his neck, nipping her way along his jawline until she can kiss her way through his intense strokes, losing breath with each thrust.
When she reaches the point of whimpering, he can’t wait any longer. He walks them over to the bed, falling back with her straddling him, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in a kiss that ignites her erratic grinding of his girth. He falls back against the bed, letting her have her way with him. Her strokes pushing him deeper, needing him further still.
She lifts his legs one by one over her shoulders, exposing and positioning him exactly how she needs, bucking against him, drawing whimpers of his own. “Damn, girl!” He makes every attempt to watch her every stroke, but the rush it sends through him won’t allow him to sit up any longer.
Not wanting to come this soon, not expecting this opportunity to arise again, he rolls them giving a few thrusts before lowering himself to claim her release for a lasting reminder of her flavor. Unable to take his oral stimulation, she immediately comes writhing through his touch until he moves to enter her again...
The room fades as her fever rises quickly, engulfed in the skill of her former lover, the intense emotions that were racing through her until he brings them to completion together, groaning for all to hear... his release overpowering hers.
Twined together, chests heaving and laughing from the flooding of hormones. Jay is the first to speak, “I wish we could do this all the time.” Dahlia’s laughter transforms to an emotional puddle of tears, a cross between elation, guilt and despair.
“Hey, now... don’t do that... we can talk about whatever you’re feeling... which I gather is what we were supposed to be doing instead of this.” She simply nods and buries herself in his protective embrace. “No rush, take your time... I’m here for you.”
“Why were you so cruel to me when we were in college? I thought that you loved me...”
“Dahlia, what does this have to do with now?”
“Nevermind ... but there is something I wanted to discuss. I’ve been getting emails and photos, texts even... You wouldn’t be behind this would you? Or your ex-wife... I am sorry to hear about your divorce... “
“No, I wouldn’t do you like that... and are you really sorry about my ex-wife and I divorcing? ... She looks away, unable to hide her true thoughts... Truth be told, she hated the woman, with no particular reason why ... “I didn’t think so...”
Word Count: 3,000 approx (what can I say, I love Love)
Warning: Lot’s of sex, it’s their wedding night !!!
~~~~~ The Grandhotel Pupp, Czech Republic ~~~~~
“Abiento, Sra. Dalton.”
“Excuse you, I’m no Dalton ...”
“My apologies Sra., then perhaps I should presume you to be a guest of Sr. Samuel Dalton’s party.”
“I’m Sra. Dalton’s aunt, but that wouldn’t be any of your business now would it?”
“Sincere apologies. I didn’t wish to offend... Please, let me take care of your stay to make this up to you. I own the hotel, and just wanted to be hospitable to our esteemed guests.”
After allowing him to do as he stated, taking his card as requested should she require anything further, Dahlia’s Aunt Marilyn finally met up with her older sister Patricia, explaining her delay... very much to Patricia’s disbelief.
Marilyn continues... “Well, I wouldn’t mind a free stay in the hotel... He was so insistent, I wasn’t going to admit that I have a home here... Let’s take full advantage of the spa and other amenities... We can question our Dahlia a bit more about this billionaire boyfriend turned husband a bit later. It’s a good thing we talked to Riley isn’t it... Dahlia will be very surprised to see us...”
~~~~~ The Greeting, Take 2 ~~~~~
Having received word of their helicopter arrival, he makes his way quickly to the front desk to greet his most influential guest. “Anton Edison, welcome to my hotel Mr. & Mrs. Dalton... I’d like to personally invite you to my Casino in Monaco as my private guests... Consider it my wedding gift to you, along with this stay being my compliments... (Both Sam and Dahlia look as if this is some sort of prank until he assures them otherwise, giving Sam his personal Exclusive Contact card.) ... No pressure, just please let me know, should you decide to take me up on my offer. Enjoy your stay!”
As introductions conclude, Anton returns to his private office, pondering if the couple will actually take them up on his generosity... He must have an answer prior to his and their departure from this hotel... An impromptu dinner or meeting will just have to occur... This opportunity will not pass him over... it is crucial that he succeed.
Anxious to start this “Dalton’s love story” he has planned, he practically drags his bride to the private paternoster... But he is respectful of Anton’s hospitality, only kissing her teasingly as the ascent to their room begins. The second wedding had Sam feeling that not only the ceremony deserved a do over.
Once in their room, Sam insists that Dahlia shower, telling her that he wants to make preparations for dinner before joining her... wanting it to be a surprise, and pleading with her through kisses to allow him his way this once.
Setting up his “surprise” with lightning speed, having pre-planned everything down to the last word. He joins her in the shower, totally distracting her mind to prevent any questions as to what he was up to.
After getting properly dressed for this wondrous evening planned, Sam slips out to take his position just before she comes out adjusting her jewelry... looking up to find Sam looking like a lost Cupid ... which puts a deep smile on her face...
“First, I have the infused chocolates... to heighten our mood...”
“Next, I’ve poured the champagne... You know ... to get the tickles in your mouth before I taste those lips...” She closes her eyes, looking away from the playfulness. When she turns back, Sam is holding a rose between his teeth and a sign... resulting in her audible face palm...
“More lovemaking? After we just completed that and got all dressed up? But we’ve got the whole stay... And I must tell you love, that although it feels brand new each time... (she whispers, hand against face) It’s no longer an unexpected surprise!”
“Ah, just teasing... but you’ll be asking for this sign again very shortly...”
“Sam, truly what’s going on?” He looks at the sign, rolling his eyes at the oversight...
“Oh shit, I am showing the wrong side... Let me try that once more... “
“Marry me woman !!!? Please... I can’t live without you...”
“What happened to going down on one knee, Sam?” (Finally understanding what Sam has been trying to do all of this time...)
“Oh baby, I’ll do you one better and go down on you on both knees... Come here, and let me plead for you to marry me... Lick by lick!”
“I’ve still got it!” He teases her, reminding him of the first time he chose to propose... both agreeing that it truly wasn’t the best time... Her reminding him of how romantically unplanned the second proposal was, but truth be told, this is the one she would have ugly cried through before devouring him. “Love, you could never be ugly... no matter what you do.”
After giving it much thought, Sam sent a text to Anton, stating, “Monaco sounds fun, and my wife is anxious to take in the best that Monaco has to offer! Look forward to meeting with you again!”
~~~~~ Rewind to the Wedding Night ~~~~~
Running a single finger down her sternum, lightly pinching her breasts, tracing her sides until his hands meet her hips, he whispers his plans for her tonight.
Tonight, he’ll be taking her as his wife, not a woman whose affections he has been chasing for support or desire. Tonight… the heights of pleasure he is planning to drag her through will be on a much higher level, knowing her instinctual resistance will only stimulate his drive even more.
He seductively teases her as hidden as possible as they sway through their first dance of the night. Yes, their coming together after their first joining to one another as husband and wife was ethereal and stitched him to her in a way he didn’t think possible again. But this marriage… before family and friends … permanently enclosed his heart with hers in his eyes.
She’d never looked more beautiful on any other day. He was blessed to lay eyes upon her. As he traced the outline of her lips, he imagined them encapsulating his length. Envisioning her teasing his scrotum… drawing shivers from him as her small fingers glide along his pubic hairs, reaching his hips… inducing the assisted gyration within her drooling mouth… increasing her hold with her perfect tongue pressure… inciting satisfied groans…
“Babe, open your eyes… You’re groaning out loud,” she laughs… “Thinking about us, are you?”
His slow kiss gives all the response she needs. He releases her, twirling her around, capturing her back into his embrace … Her back pressed to his chest as he grinds into her the way he’d wished he could privately, but in a way that was respectful to onlookers… if there is such a thing… But, soon his restraint falters… He wants his wife to know his full desire.
Dragging her over to the microphone, he makes an announcement that he and his bride need a few private moments, “Please enjoy the Cristal, music and cake… We hope to return to the celebration, but don’t be too upset if we happened not to… Mom… Dad... twin duty? Thank you everyone…” All Dahlia can do is wave briefly before he lifts her, practically running with her as the crowd’s laughter quickly faded in the distance…
Unable to hold back any further, he finds a secluded corner, lowering her down to her feet… turning her against the wall, dropping to his knees and covering himself under her gown… tasting her already overflowing desire… her head pressing hard into the brick, uncaring of its grittiness.
His constant lapping of her center draws out an uncharacteristic lisp as she whispers her scream of his name. Needing her against him, he stands, hurriedly exposing his overpowering erection, burying it so excitedly into her that it causes her to seemingly climb the wall… both now burning with a need uncontrolled, insatiable, moving with a building friction that brings her love sounds repeatedly … now fueling his own sounds in answer…
“Sam, I need you covering me … Room! Now!” Reluctantly he withdraws, pulling her away from the wall… both now in an excited sprint … Their room is still much too far away to reach … Their growing need for satisfaction overcomes them, so they maintain connection through touch and short kisses.
Coming across cleaning staff, Sam brings them to a near missed stop at her side. “Excuse me Miss… Do you have a room available like, right now! Dahlia buries her face in his neck from sheer embarrassment as he pulls out his wallet. The staff takes notice of their attire and, without hesitation, opens the door out of which she just exited.
Quickly handing her what could easily been over five grand, he carries Dahlia in hurriedly, kicking the door closed, reaching up to put the additional lock on
Now desperately searching her dress for any means to remove it .. feeling way too impatient, he rips it down her back side… to her shock. “Sam !!! It had a zipper !!!” “Can’t wait,” he says as his tongue spirals along her bare skin… already moving out of his own clothes… When he spins her around, both are completely free of clothing…
He pulls her to the bed’s edge, kissing, groping… moaning … Switching positions, he now stands behind her, pushing her into a bend, entering her before he hardens even more … Her gripping of the sheets and muffled whimpers spur his rapid thrusts, her ass clapping against his frame … He grips her hips, ramming himself deep as her walls swallow him repeatedly ...
“Too? … Rough?,” is his broken question… Her throaty, “No… Harder !!,” sends an excitement through him. Before she realizes, she is flush against the mattress with him closing her legs inside of his … Now situated atop her ass, driving deeply, slapping her cheeks before laying against her backside … stroking roughly as she returns his thrust … his hands gripping her hair, marking his territory with such vessel shattering kisses, she claws his ass, spurring him even further still…
“Yes, ba-by… Yesss!,” she hisses. He continues this way until his need to see how she is enjoying him causes his withdrawal, her audible disappointment and turning to pull him back to her proving more than any vision of her clenched eyes could prove…
She all but snatches him back onto her. His rushed entry draws out the sound of pain… He stops, but she moves against him… “No, Sam … Don’t stop!” Driving even deeper still, his forceful movements back her up into the headboard, but she opens herself to him as wide as she could, separating her legs in a lifted grip… her own nails practically piercing her skin…
Sam grips the headboard, determined to send every ounce of his longing through her … Soon they both are screaming each other’s name... her orgasm cascading pleasurably over his slowing strokes… but he withdraws, both watching his seed flow against her mound … spreading it until nearly dried.
Leaning to her ear, Sam whispers, “I’m not ending this night this early … I won’t cum inside you until you beg me to …” Her desperate kiss, tongue pulling, and lip biting, provides her approval … “Let’s get to our room now. I have so many pleasures in store for you tonight, my love,” ending his confession in another sensual breathtaking kiss …
Chests heaving, he pulls her to the pile of clothes on the floor … Realizing now that there is no way she can put her dress back on, they both snicker over his previous over excitement, which is quickly escalating at the bounce of her breasts as she laughs.
“It’s okay… I’ll hold it in place somehow.”
“Here, put my suit coat over it.”
He peers out of the doors, seeing the cleaning staff giving a bashful smile… “Okay, let’s get out of here…” Pulling her yet again in another sprint, her dress catches, almost exposing her… Sam scoops her up, kissing her, steadfast in their rush to reach their room … Shaking her head and covering her lips in a slight grin, the woman enters to clean the room once again. Totally surprised at how disheveled the room had been left in such a short stay.
Now inside, heading towards the elevator, he sees a group of frustrated guests, implying that the elevator has kept them waiting. They give each other a defeated look, but soon Sam sees another cleaning cart… They both nod in agreement, and soon he is rounding the corner.
“Excuse me!... Excuse me!” The gentleman stops pushing the cart of soiled linen to address them… “Is there a private elevator or staff lift?” Noting Dahlia’s clothing dilemma and marriage attire, he leads them to the corner elevator. “It takes a key to operate, so I’ll have to escort you…”
“FINE!!!” Both laugh, as the man shakes his head knowingly. Pulling her into the furthest corner of the elevator, Sam lowers her, taking a protective stand in front of his wife’s exposed frame. He removes his wallet, taking out another wad, handing it hurriedly to the staffer. Quickly standing to his side, speaking in a whisper, the gentleman clears his throat in understanding.
Sam steps back to Dahlia, with her immediately tugging his shoulder down to inquire of the words spoken to the man. Turning, Sam lowers his head to her ear saying that he told him to forget what he was about to hear. And with that, he was falling to his knees, kissing his way up her calves, knees, thighs… until he reached her… “OH !!!” … center... covered with her dress yet again. She fought for quiet, failing miserably.
For each floor the elevator was forced to stop on, the staffer would wave the incoming staffer away, hurriedly pressing for the doors to close. Sam peers from under her dress, realizing he never told what floor, but the staffer said, “We’ll reach the honeymoon suite shortly Mr. Dalton. I mean, sir !!” With that, he's back under the layers of dress once again, Dahlia gasping in the best efforts at silenced pleasure as she could. Once the elevator chimes it’s final time, the staffer steps out to clear the hallway of possible guests to avoid further exposure… “All clear, but not for-”
“Ooooh, Sam!!! Yessss !!”
Clearing his throat loudly, the bride and groom take the hint, Sam carrying her down the hallway hurriedly once again, Dahlia burying her head in his chest. Shaking his head with a smirk, the staffer enters the elevator, understanding their “rush” with familiarity. Planning out his use of the $10K amnesia payment… wondering how many more private elevator rides will be needed with a hearty laugh.
Finally inside their honeymoon suite, Dahlia leaps from Sam’s arms, now tearing his clothing free, lowering herself to his engulfed member, teasingly drawing his deep inhales, her hair now being ruffled into a knotted mess… holding him assisted as her strength allows against his pelvis, she works him desperately, hungrily pleasing him to no end… until he unloads … She allows him to watch her take every drop…
“Perfection !!!” He pulls her into his lustful kiss, then holds her, forehead to forehead, hearts beating erratically. Neither satisfied, both expecting a totally sleepless night.
“Mrs. Dalton…”
“Yes, Mr. Dalton…”
“I’m going to eat you alive! But first…”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s hydrate !!!”
Both break into laughter, heading over to the chilled champagne, walking over with the bucket and glasses, lowering themselves into the jacuzzi. Sam guided her between his legs so that he could hold her tenderly, pouring their first drink of the night.
“Sam, I don’t think this really counts as hydration…”
“Then we’ll just have to keep drinking each other,” he says with hunger building in his eyes yet again. “You know this is your fault for putting me on hiatus until tonight?...”
She smiles into his lips … “I’m not complaining one bit, though…” Her lips now making a heated trail down his center, coupled with an enticing tongue flicker…
By checkout, there is a mess of wax and torn sheets strewn throughout, in the midst of empty bottles, lost lingerie, and a note with a generous tip left for the cleaning crew… The words written:
“Off to our honeymoon! Our deepest apologies for the … yeah !!! The Daltons … Please let us know if jacuzzi replacement costs are required.” … Sam’s signature on the back of his business card.
“Nope, consider this celebration’s damage on the house, lol” She didn’t think her tip last night could get any better, but after her shift, she’s off to shop for her new car. “Come again!,” she exclaims, laughing at the happenings that must have gone on in this room ...
Am I becoming a stalker? Is this going too far??? No... I won’t let this go...
TNA Fanfic
Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is curiously interested in Samuel Dalton
Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)
Additional Characters: Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Drunkenness, Drunk sex
Word Count: 1061
Several years have passed, but here he is again... drunken, sexy, alluring... His bourbons tonight were well beyond his count... His head lay against his wrists, bent upward from his grip against the edge of his final drink of the night.
The bartender phoned his trusted driver to come retrieve the drunken soul... As Carter pulled into the curved driveway of the elite bar, he noticed a beautiful young woman making her way outside with Sam draped against her shoulder, as he kissed against her cheek moving towards her neck.
Carter shook his head, parked and opened the door for the couple to enter. He drove them back to Sam’s lavish penthouse and assisted her with getting them to his private elevator, at which he bid them goodnight. Sam had developed a sinister pattern that caused Carter to mistrust the situation, never having asked a single question.
As he pointed the way to his private bedroom, she gave him the gentlest of care. When they finally entered the massive room, Sam began to disrobe as best he could, gesturing towards the shower.
Unable to resist the thought of joining him, she turns the marbled knobs. As streams of water from the multiple shower heads began to flow, she marvels at the spa-like design as she tests the water’s temperature against her fingers.
He comes up, taking hold of her waist from behind, kissing his way along her damp skin. She had already removed her wrap around dress, but he took delight in removing her bra; teasingly removing her laced panties as he lets his hands graze her grooves. His fingers play the loveliest melody against her insides, causing her to forget her true reason for being here... to gain more photos or video that could later be used in her stalker scandal she has planned down to the last detail.
She spun around in his grasp, kissing him with a hunger that defied her mind’s warnings to just photograph him drunken and indisposed... But she couldn’t fight the magnetism of the moment.
She shoved him against the shower wall, unzipping his soaked pants, yanking them down along with his Ethika So Icy boxer briefs, which took her aback for a moment... She thought, “Damn this guy is thick! As if being mega-rich isn’t enough...” But as the briefs moved further down, his erection staring her directly in the face, she completely forgot her thoughts... only remembering her desire.
Drunkenly, he steps out of his pants and boxers bunched at his ankles, finding balance atop of her head...forcing her forward. She doesn’t fight his guidance, but instead gives in to the moment. He gasps, but tries to maintain his posture against the wet wall as she works him with precision. Completely taken over, he grips her head, guiding her into his strong thrusts, looking down upon her in total awe of her gazing back up at him with intensity... at her submissive nature allowing his will...
Turned on even further, as she begins to take his seed, he pulls her to him, kissing her as if she was an illusion that he needed to get all that he could from before disappearing from his eyes. He was so intoxicated that he couldn’t decipher reality, but he didn’t want to lose this feeling.
This angelic being was bringing forth closure to a loneliness he’d buried deep within... He wasn’t alone anymore... He felt! It had been so long... He decided to pour every ounce of himself into this feeling... into her... releasing all of the pressure he’d been unable to escape... he would do just that in this moment.
Picking her up, he thrust every inch of himself into her roughly... pounding her slick meaty space repeatedly, giving every ounce of aggression, regret, fear, and desire into her... snatching her neck backwards by yanking her dripping locks... licking, kissing, sucking, biting... claiming every place that he could touch as his... leaving bruises in the wake of his passion... hearing her cries of painful pleasure... hearing her beg for more of him...
Never breaking his forceful strokes, he carries her over to the shower bench, lowering her, increasing his thrusts in this mastered squat that sends her over the edge... screaming, clawing, tears flowing over the deceptive pleasure she was enjoying so much more than she should.
~~~~~~~Her point of view ~~~~~~~~~
“How am I letting him distract me like this? Oh damn... He feels sooooo... Ah! Yes! Freeeeaaaak! Meeeeee! Oooooh-hah! Mmmmphhh” (She pants heavily, dragging her moans.)
Okay girl... pull yourself together... you... (She becomes lost in the feeling.)
I can’t... Don’t fall for this... He’s drunk!!! ... This isn’t because you have some connection. Don’t fall.... Don’t ...
Dammit! ... I... I can’t hold on... I’ll just give in... for now... (Little did she realize that this was her first step in the wrong direction... She would battle with herself from this point forward.)
~~~~~~~ End p.o.v ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As she climaxed, he could feel her flow begin. He dropped to his knees, tasting the rewards of his efforts... craving more of her offering. He leans over her, kissing her as if he himself will disappear from this spot any second now... seeing the tears flow from her face as he watches her response to his kisses; it was reflective of his release... physical, mental, emotional... was this just a mirrored metaphor???
But this felt ... REAL!...
She puts Sam to bed, snapping the photos that she originally started this little mission for. She also took a video of her draped across him, kissing him, him holding her, and other much more scandalous positions... She would edit these later, removing factors that could identify her...
With Sam fast asleep, and not waking any time soon, she returns to the shower to clean this night from her body; attempting to wash away the very real feelings that she was starting to have for him... he definitely didn’t deserve this from her... falling for him after the way he’d left her in the past.
She enjoys the lavishness of the shower, this time without distraction. Then slips out of the room, looking back for one last savory view.
Pairing: No pairings at this time, but Dahlia Schuyler is now curiously interested in Jay Christopher Hunt, although silently pining for Samuel Dalton still.
Main Characters: Samuel Dalton and Dahlia Schuyler (property of Pixelberry)
Additional Characters: Jay Christopher Hunt (aka J.C.) personal character, Jenny Klein (PB owned)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None.
Word Count:3,300 approx. ( A lot changed this chapter...)
Dahlia had finally reached a settled place in her campus routine. The horrors of that dreadful morning long from her thoughts.
She even pledged and became a part of the elite Alpha Sigma Tau sorority at the strong urging of Jay. It was there she met her newfound best girlfriend Jenny Klein, who Dahlia called Jen. These two would come to be inseparable over time.
Dahlia had never had any real bonding experiences, but Jenny would become the 'girl' support she never knew she couldn't live without until they met. She finally had someone to bond with other than Jay, and it was a good addition to the duo. It would provide a needed distraction from the unexpected feelings Dahlia was having about Jay.
------------------ A close to a chapter, Jay graduates ------------------
It was coming up to Jay's graduation, and he'd move on to his new job. Until now, he had respected the fact that Dahlia wasn't ready to be intimately close to anyone; but he felt the time had come to express the feelings he'd held back for so long.
She was no longer this young girl that had caught the eye of many, but had blossomed into a very sensual young woman. She'd become focused on her studies, and learned that the 'party girl' was not necessary to explore her sexual curiosities.
She had watched an episode of Oprah Winfrey's that talked of self exploration. It spoke to learning our own body and its' G-spots so that, when the time did come, it would provide a heightened experienced with the right partner; helping them to position where you were most sensitive.
Dahlia had ventured to an adult store and discovered many artificial lovers to satisfy many of her desires. But, truth be told, it was the sensual kisses and caress of her body that aroused her most.
She had supported Jay's athleticism and his extracurricular activities; and even fantasized about him, but her heart had already been captured by the one who'd hurt her the most. She would never want to use another in attempt to get past feelings that haunted her still. But, she had not laid eyes on Sam since that morning. They'd never even formally introduced themselves to each other. How would he have found her anyway?? She shrugs the thought away, sifting her thoughts back to Jay.
"Should I see if we could become something more? No, that'd be selfish, Lia! He's leaving after graduation... This could open future possibilities, though... Oh, Girl!! How'd you ever become so indecisive? This isn't you... You're that 'I see it, I want it, I'm having it!' type... Just go for it... Even if it only brings one fantastic night... UGGGHHHH!!!! Just ... don't count it out just yet..."
Jay graduates, and Dahlia and Jenny are there among those cheering for him, although these two are most definitely the loudest. He looks their way with the biggest smile she has ever seen on his face and winks. Dahlia's center twitches at the gesture, as if finally coming to agree with her earlier thoughts.
Even her heart flutters at the sudden thoughts of him naked and pleasuring her. "So we're going, right? ... Lia?" Pulled from her explicit imaginations, she questions, "What Jen? ... Going where?" Jen gives her that all knowing mischievous grin... "To the Zeta Psi party? They're even hosting celebrity music entertainment. It's all the talk around campus, but they won't even hint to who'll be performing. Tell me we're going ... We can't miss this!"
Dahlia is instantly sucked into a state of panic... her heart racing. She breaks out into a sweat, but doesn't realize. "Hey ... hey now... What is it Lia?"
She turns to Jen, preparing to explain, but before she can, Jay runs up and lifts her from behind, full of energy, saying that the two of them have to accompany him to the Zeta Psi party; seeing how it will be his last before leaving. "Hell, yeah! We're there," Jen answers for the pair. Dahlia offers a weak but enthusiastic smile and nods yes, thinking, "What's the worst that can happen with Jay by my side?"
"We've got to dress our finest since this is Jay's last Frat party, and we'll be on his fine ass arm ... Let's go shopping... We'll catch up to you at the party... Text you when we're outside, Jay, so you can walk us in. Bye-eee!" And just like that, Jen drags Dahlia away, not giving either of them a chance to interject.
-------------- Shopping with Jenny --------------
“Jen, have you ever just wanted to experience something that just happened from pure chemistry, not from someone’s planned manipulation?” Jen looks in the floor length mirror, holding a very short but expensive dress against her frame. “Hmmm, I mean… sure, who hasn’t? But haven’t you done that already with “Dirty Dalton”? If the rumor mill is correct about him, you couldn’t ask for more chemistry than that” She notes that Dahlia never replies.
“Oh, I am so sorry. That was just insensitive, and I didn’t mean to be. Forgiven?” She walks up to Dahlia, placing the Gucci outfit against her… “Now, Jay just has to see you in this. He will literally drop to his knees. Whaddya think?”
“I think… this Black Card has no limit… But should I, Jen? Have a limit? The last time I gave in to my curiosity, I got humiliated. I think the part that hurt the worst is not even knowing why.” She doesn’t wait for Jenny to respond, she takes the dress into a private fitting room and undresses. She didn’t realize that Jenny had come in with more outfits… “Damn, girl! With a figure like that, I need to find Dalton myself and fuck him up for you. It just makes no sense. Did you ever try to find him? You know, to question him about it all?”
As she slips on the dress and spins around, she simply shakes her head no, but Jenny can see the tears building in her eyes. “I didn’t even give him my name. He probably doesn’t even remember what I look like he was so drunk. So does that make me the real bad person in this? Luring a drunken guy into sex? I didn’t think that through at all Jen. But the rumors… those damned rumors... “
“Dahlia, we’re in college. We are going to have wild nights. At least with Jay.... you have gotten to know him. And he is always around, so I doubt you have this to worry about with him. But, I do think that you should use the judgement that feels best to you. This way, if any regrets, it was only because of your choice, not anyone else’s suggestions.”
When Dahlia looks away from the mirror as she smooths the fabric against her curves, she sees that Jenny has found the perfect outfit and is posing in the mirror from behind her. “So, I have mine… please tell me that is yours… or that we will just take this all and decide away from here. I can’t linger in department stores. I find that you only know if it looks right in your own personal room… So, grab daddy’s card and let’s get out of here. And for the record, I think you are overthinking things. Let’s have fun, girl! Jay is leaving soon! And besides, you know we always pregame!”
The DJ has decided on a love theme, that is until the celebrity entertainment takes over. As the bass vibrates through those closest, the words of “Every Kind of Way” by H.E.R belts across the yard. The outdoor decorations surpassed all prior parties hosted by Zeta Psi. Dahlia texts Jay to let him know that she and Jen have entered, forgetting that she was supposed to do this as they got close to arrival. She was uneasy about being back at the place where her college nightmare began. She quickly scanned the crowd for Sam, thinking that there is no way he’d be here. She hadn’t seen him in years, but there was just something tugging at her gut. But what exactly, she had no clue …
Jay appears and escorts the two across the dance floor to the VIP section. The signage stated that this was Jay’s private area, no guests without his explicit permission. It also stated that the celebrity entertainment would visit this area after each performance to provide a special tribute of Jay’s choice.
Jenny immediately made her way over to the bar area, winking to Dahlia, squeezing her hand just before making her way through the small group already inside Jay’s VIP. Jay pulled Dahlia onto the dance floor, not wanting this song to pass before he could tell her how he felt. This was perfect for his words he thought.
As they danced in a slow sensual rhythm, slow rolling their frames together, he began to speak against her ear. “Can I introduce you to womanhood Lia? I mean… I know that you think Dalton was it for you.. I just want to show that there’s so much more out there for you… If for nothing more than to heal the scars he left on your heart and body. Who knows what this could become… but, for now, I’d like to be the one you trust… the one to help you live again…”
She can’t believe that Jay, man of ample choice of women, wanted this moment… with her. Shyly, she responded, “If the night leads there, we’ll follow it through… is that an okay answer?” Without a word, he leaned in gently... kissing her lips, cupping her chin, pulling her into the most hair raising kiss of her life… and based off of the wetness she now felt, she couldn’t help but imagine the feelings he would take her body through…
“Damn!,” is the soft whisper she gives as he pulls away. The darkened stare between them providing the answer for the ending of their night, he took her under his arm and guided to the center of the dance floor. Tonight, everyone here would see that Jay had staked his claim on Dahlia.
Looking around, she saw Jenny full on grinding with a guy she didn’t recognize… but there was much still left to discover about her newfound best friend... As the first celebrity makes his way to the stage, the music to 2012 begins to play in preview… His voice over the mic causes the crowd to go insane, looking frantically around, and then finally singing along echoing in unison…
”And they depended on us... to make earth shaking love …
As we lay down, lay down..
Tellin’ me to go harder, go harder…
I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker…
We can go longer if you just lay down, lay down now” ...
until at last, Chris Brown takes the stage with guest dancers from Dahlia’s sorority.. Screams from the females erupt, but the men just take this as their cue to grind more sensually, as if mimicking this Master of Grind.
As Dahlia teased Jay with the sexiest body roll she could give, her hips sway dramatically from side to side as her full ass grazed every inch of him, as she lowered and raised her hips. He matched her movements in a reverse grind that had her wondering if he danced like he fucked… Oh, but soon, time was definitely going to provide that answer. Her nerves and anxiety were growing by the stroke.
Spinning around into his muscular grip, she laid an ear to his chest to gauge if he was as turned on as she was right now… and sure enough, his heart raced faster as she tightened her grip around his waist, pulling him into her… immediately feeling the fullness of his arousal.. Turning to look up into his beautiful hazel eyes speckled with a flaring green that was hypnotizing. “What is it Lia?,” he asked with the sexiest grin…
The DJ announces the next entertainment up as the music changes. Up next, Summer Walker with “Girls Need Love Too”...
Tiptoeing to whisper against his ear as he lowered to her reach, “I think I’m done being a little girl… I want that womanhood you promised me… right… now…” She gently nuzzles into a soft kiss of his earlobe, moving along his neck as she lowered to her heel, reaching his lips… Kissing him in the most inviting way she knew how… Knowing that when she pulled away, he’d be eagerly dragging her away to please her. Proving her correct, he raced off of the dance floor, carelessly pushing dancers out of their way… with only one goal… ecstasy!
-------- The secluded place from ‘that night’ in Zeta Psi Frat House --------
As they backed through the door, kissing and groping with a fever racing quickly through them both, Dahlia stopped cold… her eyes darting around the room… She reaches quickly, taking Jay’s hand… “Not in here, please.” Tears begin to stream down her face, but Jay steps close and gently kisses them away. “Lia, do you trust me?”
“Yes, Jay… You know that I do, but…”
“No buts, you can do this… I’ll heal you through this. It’s just me and you… And this time…” He locks the door, and even slides the chain lock into place. He opens the window… “Let them hear us… but they will never get a second chance to see your gorgeous body… That, Lia…” He hesitates as he pulls her to him, taking one arm and then the other, his hand guiding her head to lay against his firm chest. “That will only happen with privilege… at your desire… NEVER… and I do mean NEVER…”
He kisses the top of her head, tilting it up to allow her to see the seriousness of his words… “Happen again… or so help me, somebody is getting fucked up in the worst way… Do... (kiss) you (kiss) feel (kiss) me?”... Is the last words breathed against her lips before she kisses him like he has saved her from death… The heaviness of their breaths audible as they feel each other as if committing the images to memory.
Dahlia stops the kiss only to say these few words, “Heal me Jay… I trust you completely.” With that, he lifts her and lays her gently on the bed. He strokes her body as if it is the only one on Earth, admiring her as he tells her of her beauty, as she becomes exposed to him inch by inch as he relieved her of her clothing…
Kissing and appraising every newly revealed part as a sculptor appraises clay being formed into a new masterpiece. “I just need to warn you, Lia...it’s not average sized… You may scream out… a lot… but it will definitely be from pleasure and the best pain you could ever experience. I’ll be as gentle or as rough as your moans and commands tell me to be. I’m your new toy to control.”
And with that, he sits back to watch her eyes as she watches him expose himself to her. Once the sculpted manliness is completely free for her view, he asks softly, “Think you can handle me?”
“Oh damn … Jay, I’m going to take all of you… bury it deep and never let me go … it’s all yours tonight.”
He begins by kissing her as if she was his bride on their wedding night. The smell of him driving her senses mad… the feel of his lips on her skin sending heat rippling throughout her. “I hope you don’t mind, but… I’m about to cause you to sweat that perm out.” He grips her under her arms, taking hold of her shoulder as he eases inch by inch slowly into her soft center which allows for stuttered entry. “ Relax Lia, I’ve got you,” he whispers against her lips as she kisses away the pain of his entry. Her walls quiver against the pressure as they become slick from the pleasureful pain he promised to give. “Damn, Jay…,”she sighs as his base finally connects to hers. “Just hold it there for a minute, and kiss me.”
Jay did just as she asked. The feel of his tongue exploring her mouth was so tender and awakening that she was coming unglued. No one had taken the time to just kiss her this way. He found the most sensitive spots of her neck, kissing them with delicacy, grazing his teeth gently against her, never once moving inside her… but his throbbing excitement shook her walls. As if hypnotizing her, she moved in gentle strokes taking in every veiny touch as her orgasm began to climax from just this simple motion.
Sensing this, Jay kissed his way down her center, giving small attention to her navel, causing her to arc against him. Damn, he was finding every sensitive place… his breath proving her sensitivity lied further down… the gentle wind caused her to shiver. Withdrawing, he asked if he could drink of her precious flow, staring up at her for a reply… Without a word, she lifted her center to his mouth as she opened herself completely to him. “I want to savor this, hold on for as long as you can, then just give in as you need to.”
The slow but steady rock of her hips against his face began to slowly build as her senses exploded into a pleasureful flow over his tongue thrusts. As she shudders through her orgasm, screaming out in overwhelming pleasure, he keeps his hands on her to steady her. His goal is to bring another, stimulating her until she can’t take it anymore, until she begs for him to take her… to give her all of him. It doesn’t take long, reaching her ejaculation within minutes of his continued persistence against her insides, inserting himself again to finish her properly.
As his veiny arousal stoked the internal spark, igniting into a blaze spreading throughout every nerve ending, the steady trickle of her excitement brought forth his throaty moans, as his tongue danced against hers. His hand trailing her frame as if seeking out every erogenous space on her delicate skin, sending shivers rippling behind each gentle touch.
Her eyes rolled in euphoric bliss as his breath ghosted against the silhouette of her neck, until he took her earlobe gently between his teeth. Scraping along the outer edge, licking the inner rim, until gently sucking... Fingers now gliding through her roots, tracing sensual strokes, as he follows with gentle tugs to stimulate blood flow. Her breaths stalled in response to the intimate thrust to her folded frame.
"Turn over Dahlia," he whispers as with a slight kiss behind her ear, moving for her reposition. "Lie flat with your legs closed, I've got it from there." She does as instructed, feeling him straddle her backside. He strokes her ass, feeling the toned curve before spreading her cheeks enough to lower himself into her center. The tight entry causes them both to suck their breath. Her walls clenching him inward, his length being coated in her natural lotion. Easing until he meets her ass, he lays against her withholding his full weight, and slowly thrusts until the feel of her takes over his control. Thrusting roughly, the long stroke of his hardness draws out her throaty cries... Hearing his name called, feeling her claw his sides, watching her turn so that he can kiss her to completion caused him to lose all composure, both sex organs quivering as their release sounds out through the open window.
Have you ever wanted to just dig a hole and bury yourself in it?
Then somebody calls you out? Yeah, that’s her the ... girl left naked in the Zeta Psi Frat House... Yep, ‘Dirty Dalton’s’ latest victim...
You can’t disappear fast enough...
It’s all over campus, you haven’t heard?
Word Count: 1475 approx.
Rating: General
-----------Memory Lane------------------
Dahlia had learned her lesson about 'opening the package before reading the instructions' as her grandma used to quote to her before she passed. She was having a lot of memories flood back to her through the tears she couldn't seem to end.
They would always talk about the 'inappropriate' feelings she began to have at such an early age. Grandma Addie always told her that everyone matured at different paces, and not to be ashamed of the feelings that embarrassed her... feelings It that made her feel like she had to keep to herself. It was like having the perfect best friend. She could always be herself with Grandma Addie, never having to worry about being chastised for just 'being human'.
The best advice that she had received from her, was to never cower away from the most difficult things to face. Doing so would only lead to standing still... With Dahlia's spirit of curiosity and adventure, there was no way she could 'stand still'.
Her mother used to always scold her over sitting with her legs open, and over Dahlia's reply, "What? It has to breathe!" She would always withdraw from the conversation as soon as the lecture over being 'lady-like' would begin... she'd heard it way too many times, and could repeat it verbatim...
But she was gone now... Grandma Addie had passed peacefully due to old age. She definitely couldn't go to her mother or father to talk... She was their brilliant child who would never be out sleeping around to discover herself, or focus on anything other than her studies. They had failed Dahlia in that department... always shying away from discussion anything relating to sexuality. Well, there was the one awkward conversation about birth control... Which they definitely expressed was only for precaution due to being in the company of older college goers.
She couldn't let the hurtful acts of others force her into hiding, and no matter how difficult. She couldn't hide behind false excuses of contagious sickness any longer, so she emailed her teachers to inform them of her clearance to resume attending classes.
----------------- Later after morning classes --------------------------
It had been days after Dahlia had run out of the Zeta Psi Frat House, and she was sitting in her new favorite spot attempting to study for an upcoming exam. In the past, she had tried everything from all-nighters in the Study Hall with classmates, to private study in her dorm, to outdoor study sessions... just her, her studio Beats headphones, books and notes. So far, the lake seemed to be the place she could focus most, although her mind just couldn't stray her most humiliating moment since starting Princeton.
Man, did he just ditch us for some random girl?
Jay Christopher Hunt , aka J.C., was passing by with a group of his friends when he caught sight of Dahlia. After saying he'd catch up to them later, he hesitantly approached the shaded bench that she was perched on... certain that she wouldn't want to talk to anyone after the way she had been treated. He was very empathetic to the whole 'Sam's discarded playthings' club, as the number was beyond count... Hell, if he had to guess, he would say over half of the women on campus.
He guessed, by her silent lip movements, that she must have been reciting from her notes that she would periodically look down at... the notebook and notes spread across her thighs in the folded sitting position she was in. He watched the gentle breeze tussle her hair, blocking her view, and her constantly toss it out of the way again. A gentle smirk ran across his cheek as he admired her determined look, finding it very attractive, all the while wishing he had approached her before now. She'd just seemed too innocent... but after hearing her sultry moans... he was sure that the age difference would only matter in his mind... Which now, seemed not to matter at all.
Dahlia groaned in frustration, throwing her head back, her headphones sliding off and her quickly trying to catch them, knocking her notes and backpack from the bench as her legs flailed. J.C. rushed to catch her before she fell backwards off of the bench. Swiftly helping her up, he quickly moved to grab her notes before the wind could blow them too far.
She moved to lift the backpack, as it had her private journal, IDs, and dorm key inside... but before she could grasp the handle, J.C. had already scooped it up, handing it to her. With a puzzled look on her face, she quickly remembered her manners. "Thank you... I would have been fucked if those had blown away." His eyebrow arched at the word, her love sounds coming back to memory.
He cleared his throat, but really was attempting to clear the thought from his mind. But the clear image of her beautiful form just would not escape his mind. "Dahlia, right? We didn't get to meet, but I saw you with Sam at the Zeta Psi party. I was headed your way, but then the two of you disappeared...
Anyway, I'm Jay... Jay Christopher Hunt, but my friends call me J.C. So what will you be calling me? Oh, and nice to finally meet you..." He extends his hand, and hesitantly she shakes it..., "Dahlia... and since you pretty much prevented my failing my next exam, you can call me Lia... Oh, and I guess I will be calling you Jay, because I like to be different... how does that sit with you, Jay?"
"I can handle that... if you allow me to sit," he says in the most intriguing tone. Moving her things, and straightening herself on the bench, she replies, "By all means, please do." This was proving to be better than she'd expected... She was approached by a very attractive young man that smelled of Baryshnikov aftershave. The scent familiar because it was popular among the elite men of society... which is to say, her father wore it.
She took in his muscular tone as he moved to sit next to her, choosing the space closest, then her eyes quickly darted at his hands and feet. Her brow twitched with curiosity, she was already imagining his size in anticipation... that is, until the next words fell from his succulent lips.
"Look, I just wanted to apologize for that morning after... you know?" Dahlia is immediately taken aback, responding, "Huh? What do you mean... morning after?"
"Well, the guys and I were curious about who was making those sounds every guy wants to hear from their lady. Someone mentioned... well, that Sam Dalton had a girl in there... Bets were placed on who... none of us expected... well, YOU.."
"WOW! This is getting more awkward by the word..." She starts to pack up her laptop and notes, as Jay pleads for her to allow him to correct the way his words came out... "We all thought it was a particular Alpha SoHo that likes... you know, multi play..." As she moves faster, her face twists in total disgust, causing her to knock her things off the bench as she looks at him. He continues, "We stand in the doorway... she picks her next victim... that type of thing ???"
She shoots him an utterly disgusted look with her brows and lips clenched angrily; silently wanting to slap him. "That's the type of guy that you are... and you approached me?," she snapped, her voice escalating quickly. She wanted to scream out... even use the Emergency Blue Light phone. The incident had already caused her to take self defense through the campus' free R.A.D. (Rape Aggression Defense) training as a refresher.
Sensing her distress, he apologizes for having approached her, but tells her that she was never in any danger of them, and was still welcome to "utilize" their Frat House in the future without interruption... it wold be the least they'd attempt to do at making amends for their behavior.
She had now inherited her own team of 'Big Brothers' to make sure nothing ever happened to her while she attended parties or just classes in general. It had been a situation that proved traumatic for her, and could've gotten their fraternity in serious trouble.
@pixie88, I have been dangling this for too long... our girl @shewillreadyou will finally receive the gift I have been trying to give to her since Valentine’s (gag, double gag) Day!!!!
@shewillreadyou ... it’s hella late, but this is for you... My inspiration for this EYE BURNER... This thing wouldn’t stop writing itself.... Fuck!!!! Wait til you see the word count, and I went back and chopped this thing down...
This is for you my well hidden PEARL... your fic set my heart aflame, and the words immediately ignited ...
The delay you ask?...
Well, it had to be perfect to compliment the beauty that you inspired in my mind... I pray that I have done you justice my dear friend.
As this was my stability throughout writing...
So glad I could gather all of that back into one space to complete this for you...
Enjoy, thank you sooooooooooo much for being the inspiration of my madness!!!!
Characters being depicted are the property of Pixelberry (Original storyline - The Nanny Affair) Character pairing: MC - Dahlia Schuyler with Samuel Dalton
A/N: I hope you enjoy my Kinktober entry. I’d like the give kudos to the gif creators...It’s like you live in my soul! Thanks to @rosrumble and @xxrawxx for such awesome artistry!
As you lounge around waiting for Sam to return from his parent’s villa, a flashback of a your shopping trip for your ‘naughty nights’ comes to mind. The vivid scene unfolds before you as if watching a movie of you and your lover in action...
“Click!”... Lost in ecstacy, you barely notice the shutter noise as Sam takes photo after photo... shots of him entering you from behind... shots of your love faces as you turn to bury your moans in your shoulder... shots of him spreading your for full view... shots of your backside, a view Sam truly admires...the smoothness of your skin, the curves of your ass, how this position has you ready for any pleasure he is ready to give... He switches the camera to video mode as he increases his thrusts into you; his front ramming your rear with passionate aggression, which makes you moan and yelp... His camera focusing on the rippling of your ass cheeks against his increasing force... he zooms in as if he has to preserve every expression he causes you to breathe out.
“Tell me how you feel... tell me exactly how you want me, babe...” are the sensual words you faintly hear Sam say between your own love sounds. “Oooh, fuck baby, you feel soooo good! Give it to me slower baby, go deep... please...” Responding to your words, Sam withdraws slowly and then plunges into you as deep as your body will allow him in... winding his next withdrawal, he allows you to feel every bit of his desire for you... the way he massages your ass and rubs the length of you lets you know that he fully intends to pleasure you until you’ve given up every last drop of your juices... the more you flow onto him, the more he lets you know how good you feel to him. His throaty groans combined with slow strokes of his thickness send you into your first orgasm. It’s so strong your breath catches, and you claw his abs in pleasure, reaching further to guide him into you just how your walls crave. You counterwind to maximize his feel within you, bucking against his every move. His strokes start to spiral as his release nears. Dropping the camera, he pulls you back to him; lifting you higher until your thighs are secured under his elbows. Using his now free hands for balance, he begins to thrust deeper, faster... the pleasure is almost unbearable, yet you want him deeper...faster... harder! “Yes, Sam! Give it to me. just. like. that! ...Please don’t stop... Ooooh!” You tilt your head back, begging for his kiss... you need his tongue plunging into your mouth at the same rhythm his fullness plunges into your center.
He can sense how bad your need is for him, and gives you what you need and more... bringing you to climax... Not wanting to fall over the edge just yet, Sam stops moving to just enjoy your flow... pulsating within you, he deepens his breaths and grips you close to him... The rise and fall of his muscular chest against your back lets you know that the slightest tease would bring his warm load flooding through you; but you don’t want this feeling to end just yet either. Breathing in sync with Sam, you reach back to cup his neck - your signal to him that you are bracing yourself for his release... these pauses Sam take always come with a second wave of desire that would tame a wild stallion in mere seconds.
To your surprise, Sam withdraws and moves off the bed. Taking all of his erection into view as he moves to the dresser, you can’t help but wonder what trick he has on his mind... but you know that whatever he does will satisfy you beyond your wildest fantasies. He makes his way back to you with a flogger in hand, along with cuffs dangling... “Wait, do I see two sets of cuffs?” Your curiosity is peaked for sure. (Sam usually talks to you about props or costumes, and knows that you fully trust him... you’ve even told him before that he didn’t need to ask, only to pleasure you as he felt he should... but he’d never used anything without asking anyway.) “Hmmm? Has he learned my inner freak already? I thought I had my innocent act down pretty solid...
When Sam reaches you, he mounts you, straddling your ass... not entering you, but nestling his erection between your legs. Surely he could feel the heat exuding from your center as your desire rises within. He slips a blindfold over your eyes... “I didn’t see that in his hand..” you think as you feel a cuff around your right ankle, and then another on your left ankle. He then bends your legs forward, pressing his erection closer to you. A warm rush flows through you. Next, you feel him brace your throat and gently guide you back to him; feeling him place a harness against you. Your eyebrows shoot up, intrigued with what exactly he plans to do to you. You’re quickly brought out of your curiosity as you feel a cuff around your right wrist, and then your left. He leans back to pull the excess straps on the neck harness until you are in a backward arch, but only tight enough to give the desired amount of pressure on your throat.
He whispers in your ear, “You’re at my mercy now love... but don’t worry, I’m a mind reader tonight... I’ve got you, Dahlia.” Your walls tighten, needing to feel him inside you NOW! He eases back and lets his hands glide sensually along your back. He leans in, kissing your skin so gentle it tickles pleasurably and moves up until he is sucking along your neck. Knowing you are becoming lost in his kisses, he slowly enters you; moving increasingly faster. He kisses your neck so strongly that he is sure to leave his marks of passion all over you. The blood rush is making you lightheaded... “Ahhh, Sam!... I. love. you! I. NEED. you... All of you... I. fucking. love. it when you are buried in me...” He pulls out and lowers himself to your ass. He begins kissing your cheeks as he glides a finger along your opening, teasing your wetness. He pinches your clit gently, then massages it as he lowers his tongue into you; sucking and thrusting your juices, as he squeezes your ass. He moans, the vibration adding to the overwhelming release he is bringing from you.
Sam rises from your center, then drives his shaft into you; wetting his length, withdrawing and enters your ass. The move was so swift that you almost didn’t notice, until the pressure deepened, causing you to grip the sheets letting out a scream of pleasure. He leans in close, stroking you with his full desire... The thrust is so intense that the neck harness begins to choke you as he guides your legs outward. “S-Sam!... Oh God, baby!...” Your love sounds are coming louder and more frequent... the blindness along with the bondage and Sam’s movements flood your senses causing your flow to stream. Sam begins to flog your rear gently, leaning back into the stroke of his length until you cry out. He eases his stride. You suddenly feel the dildo end of the flogger easing into the mouth of your arousal. He leans closer, stroking your center in alternate strokes of his erection, until he feels your legs become weak with your trembling release, bringing his release as well.
Both breathing erratically, he leans in to kiss your neck softly, moving to your lips as you turn over your shoulder needing his lips on yours.He then kisses you softly, removing the cuffs from your wrists; slowly moving to your ankles, removing the cuffs which causes the harness to fall away from your throat. He rolls to your side, gently rubbing your back. “So how were my psychic abilities tonight, love? Unable to focus, you turn to him giving him a smile of complete satisfaction and wink. After a brief moment, you tell him that you are going to have to stop being so easy to read, then snuggle into his arms.
You are startled by the sound of your phone ringing... you sit up quickly to answer it... “Hi, Sam! How quickly can you get home? I NEED YOU NOW!” you question him, the realization that you are still alone dawning on you... “Damn that felt so real...” You move to the dresser, pulling out the drawer Sam had opened in your vision...only to find your lingerie.
