Okay, I’m cheating already. I plan to write new content for this site as regularly as I can, but for this first piece of erotica, I’m going to post a part of a longer story that I have written, because I like it, and have never published it anywhere and don’t plan to publish it anywhere else. You can pretty much put the pieces together about what happened in the first chapter – the main character and her Master are visiting a friend from their youth (on another planet, actually, which let me publish the first part in a sci fi anthology – which is where this bookmark originated. You won’t see any evidence of that setting here though.) With her master’s permission, the unnamed main character shares a single stolen kiss, consummating a long standing curiosity, and setting in motion an inevitable chain of events.
It’s a bit long for a blog post, but too short to ever have done anything else with, so this is as good a time as any for it to make its debut. The BDSM elements here are very light, but one of my tamer pieces seemed like a good starting point. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I liked writing it.
Although I told my master right away about the kiss, it was two days before it came to the light of day. We sat around the table, talking about old times and new times and life, and when the moment was perfect (my master has an impeccable sense of timing) he brought it up, casually spinning the sphere of ice in his scotch with a fingertip.
The discomfort that filled the air with the first of his words slowly ebbed away as it became clear that he was sincere in the pleasure that he took from the way that his wife and his friend had kissed in the sand on that sleepless night.
“I just want to make it absolutely clear that there is no offended party here. My only regret is that I was too busy sleeping to see it.”
At that, his friend shook his head confusedly. “You can’t mean that. She’s your wife!”
My master shrugged, smiling easily. “It’s a shame that I don’t get to share all of the amazing things she can do.”
As soon as the guilty tension had fled, the vacuum it had left behind it had filled with a slow flush of sexual tension. I could feel that tension flare as our friend responded cautiously to my master’s words. “What kind of amazing things?”
My master’s gaze was proud as he drank me in, and his friend’s eyes now traced me curiously as well, following curves that he had only begun to taste. There was warm humor in my master’s voice now. “You’re sure it isn’t too strange, too much?”
I could see the brief flicker of resistance as our friend considered, but it was gone almost before I had registered it. My master reached across the table, caressed my hair lightly, penetrating me with his eyes. He held me there for a long moment, long enough that I could feel the force of his will, coiling around me, then he released me, directing his attention back to our friend. “Kiss her again, help her warm up. I’m going to go and get another round of drinks.”
He didn’t wait for a response, he rose and moved across the room, letting his eyes hold me for one more instant as he disappeared through the doorway into the kitchen. I stood up from my chair and sat lightly on the tabletop, challenging my master’s friend with my gaze. He crossed the space between us, no hesitation in his movements until the instant before our bodies touched.
“So, you never told me.” His breath was warm across my face. “was it everything you imagined?”
I bit my lower lip, fully aware that my eyes were pools of dark desire. All of those years, I had allowed the fantasy of the kiss, but I had wanted more. I knew my master’s mind well enough to know that I was about to fulfill all those long years of wishing.
I could hear glass clinking in the kitchen as I leaned in so that my words could fall softly into his ear. “Maybe you should refresh my memory, just so I can be sure.”
His mouth met mine with the spark of repressed longing. He kissed me hard, crushing my lips beneath his, grazing my tongue with the taste of whiskey and mint. I wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned backwards, accepting his passion with languid submission. Waves of slow pleasure gathered at my core and flooded my body. At the place where my legs met, I could feel the insistent proof of his need, pressing through the layers of our clothing to send electric surges through me.
I heard glasses being set on the table behind me, and felt the cooling of his kiss as he became aware of my master in the room. He pulled back, leaving me gasping on the edge of the table. My master leaned against the wall, watching me and drinking casually from a glass that was filled with some dark and exotic liquor. His friend followed suit, drawing deeply from the glass my master had brought.
I watched my master silently, my chest still heaving from the breathless kiss as he came toward me. He picked up my glass and lifted it to my lips. I swallowed, feeling the liquor burn through my throat and spread its slow warmth inside me. He lowered the glass and kissed me, licking a drop of spilled liquor from my chin. “Take off your shirt.” His words were soft, caressing, but filled with the absolute power of command. I could feel myself melting inside.
Quickly, eagerly, I shed the shirt, revealing the lacy bra that cupped my breasts beneath. My breath came quicker, my heartbeat speeding up as my master stepped aside, his fingers falling lightly onto the bare skin of my shoulders. He leaned forward, planting a single lingering kiss at the place where my neck and shoulder met, then gestured to his friend. “All right, watch this.” His voice was casual when directed to his friend, shifting and carrying that unspoken note of control when he spoke to me again. “He is going to kiss you again. I want you to show him how prettily you can come for him while he kisses you, how prettily you can come for me.”
Curiosity in his eyes, his friend reclaimed the space in front of me. I could feel that he was conscious of my master at first, and his kiss was rote, his lips moving against mine. My master’s fingers moved steadily down my spine as I pressed myself against his friend, and when I felt the gentle persuasion of his fingertips at the base of my spine, I let waves of shuddering pleasure wrack my body, my back arching and my grasp around the other man’s neck tightening. My master’s touch was caressing, pleased.
As my body convulsed against him with the pleasure of his kiss, my master’s friend forgot his awkwardness and kissed me hard again, drinking in the bliss of my orgasm, pressing rhythmically against me with his hips. My master stroked the sensitive skin of my back, keeping my pleasure stoked until he decided that it was time to cool and lifted his touch from me. Slowly, beneath the kisses of the other man, I cooled until we broke contact again.
His hands were hot on my waist, his breath quickened. I could feel the force of his want, how he needed to pull away the layers of interloping fabric between us and get inside of me. I basked in it, soaking up his desperation like a flower in the sun. I knew that he would get what he wanted, but also I knew that it would not be just yet. My master had plans.
He broke the spell, talking again to his friend, in the same voice he used to discuss the merits of a fine cigar, a good year of scotch. “Shall we take her to bed?”
I waited, knowing that there was no real question. Of course he wanted to take me to bed, and the awkwardness of taking a woman with the assistance of another man had faded beneath the driving need of what we had begun.
His touch called me to attention, rasping lightly against the pebbling skin of my arm. His voice was silken, cool. If I wanted to, I could slip back into the throes of orgasm just listening to it. I did not, I knew that he wanted me calm just now. “I want you to go and put on a pretty pair of panties, wait for us in bed.” An afterthought, he handed me my glass. “And finish this.”
I let my lips curve into the smile that was only his, and then feeling the buoying tendrils of his command, I walked slowly away from them both. I could hear their voices, a brief exchange, then my master took hold of me again with his voice. “Put on your collar, too.”
Another brief exchange, then our friend spoke to me in his own tone of command, his own nuances and subtleties. He didn’t carry it with the perfect poise of my master, but it was good. “Meet us upstairs, in my bedroom.” I shivered, the faintest hint of orgasmic pleasure rolling through my body in waves at the game they were playing with me.
I turned to look at them both. My master nodded his approval, and his apprentice looked puzzled, but pleased with the results of his effort.
When I entered the bedroom, they were both sitting in chairs, and talking about their work. Shyly, I came through the door, feeling their eyes on the way that my bra pressed my breasts up into lush orbs that floated above its lacy flounces, the way the matching underwear framed the round curves of my ass with perfect symmetry, the way my collar circled the long lines of my neck in buttery soft leather, the metal ring dangling with gentle chimes as I moved. All of my effort fed into the grace that was not my natural state.
At my master’s expansive gesture, I came to stand in front of them, self conscious at the way the mood shifted in the room as their thoughts turned to the myriad ways they might enter my secret places. A warm flush covered my cheeks and my master smiled at me fondly. “You blush so prettily.” The praise was like his touch, and I felt myself falling open to him. I stood before him, warmth in my cheeks, ready to do whatever would bring his pleasure.
The men exchanged a glance, and then my master gestured to the floor in front of his friend. “I want you to kneel here, and show him how lovely and casual you can be while you please him with your mouth, nice and easy.” I folded myself gracefully to the floor, and exchanged a smiling glance with our friend. If his desire wasn’t evident from the look in his eyes, it was clear as I opened the catch of his jeans to find him pulsingly hard beneath my fingertips.
I lowered my head and took him into my mouth, pressing down deeper with every slow, casual stroke. As I felt my arousal begin to rise steadily, my master’s familiar touch fell on my shoulder. His voice was quiet now, intense. “When you feel either one of us touch your head, I want you to show us a nice, deep orgasm.”
I shivered in building pleasure, feeling his eyes on me, though I did not look up from my work. As I knew he would, after only a moment, he laid a light hand on my head, and I threw myself into ecstatic shudders of pleasure that throbbed through my body with the dual epicenters of my master’s hand, gently stroking the bright blue gloss of my hair and the thick, rounded head of the cock that I pressed tautly against the hollow in the back of my throat.
As the touch of my master’s hand left my head, my level of arousal fell back to a steady hum. As I began to focus, once more on the casual steady strokes that let me feel the lovely weight of this unfamiliar cock buried in my mouth to its hilt, then back out to let me explore its dimensions with my lips and the tip of my tongue, my master’s voice rose again, but it was not for me this time. Slowly, intentionally, he began to talk to his friend, raising the topic they had been discussing when I had entered the room, the mundane chatter of friends enjoying a drink together.
I felt the trembling beneath my lips, the incredible pressure that had begun to build beneath the capable ministrations of my eager mouth, and as my master spoke, I felt his friend begin to regain control, to calm and begin to hold his own, slightly shaky at first, end of the conversation.
For a gloriously long time, I knelt there, reveling in the pleasures of that thick and jumping cock, working it through my mouth in whatever way pleased me, listening to the comforting tones of their conversation. Though my master was talking, he was watching me, and every time I began to burn hotter, struggling against the waves of rushing arousal that I did not have permission for, he would lay a hand on my head, allowing me a brief relief of shuddering pleasure.
At first, the conversation would slow each time I came like that, urging that cock into the deepest recesses of my mouth, and I would feel the way that he struggled for control, but as time passed, they could continue their discussion uninterrupted while I exploded over and over again with the singing heat that my master’s touch drove through my body.
Then, their conversation shifted, and they began to talk about what it was they were playing at. My master told the story of the way he had trained my body to accept greater and deeper draughts of pleasure, and I felt the heat begin to build again beneath me. As my own heat rose as well, my master described to his apprentice in detail what he was watching, the way my breath quickened, the way my body began to sway, then rock unconsciously as I warmed with pleasure, the trembling that was evidence of the effort that kept me from falling into the fire of my passion. At a casual word from my master, the apprentice tangled his hands in my hair and I allowed myself to ignite. This time, rather than the steady, controlled flow of pleasure that my master’s lightest touch inspired, the tugging, grasping pressure of hands tangled in my hair set off a chain reaction, leaving me writhing and wringing his cock into my mouth, emitting muffled cries as my hips moved in helpless circles behind me.
I must have pressed my master’s apprentice to his absolute limit, as I suddenly felt my master’s hand, grasping me hard on my shoulder. His voice was calm, but stern, expecting perfect and immediate obedience. “I want you to raise your head, and calm down, right now.”
I pulled myself into control and lifted my head regretfully off of the cock that I wanted so deeply to taste once more. I looked up into the helpless eyes of the man before me and watched him slowly regain his composure.
My master patted the space in front of him, and as I gathered myself there in front of him, he smiled at me, a private smile. “Good girl.” He stroked my hair, and at his touch on my head, I came again, but this was light, controlled, pretty, just the way he wanted it.
He guided my head gently to his cock as he freed it easily from his pants, and as I took him into my hungry mouth, he sighed deeply, leaning his head back and closing his eyes like a man drawing leisurely from a much needed drink. He drew a deep breath, then turned to his friend, and began to talk about the power of my collar.
As they talked, my master’s apprentice touched my head at intervals, sometimes because I was overheating, other times because it pleased him, and I would lean into his touch and come for him, shuddering and whimpering onto my master’s beautiful cock while I offered my precious pleasure to another man.
After a time, the conversation fell away. My master quietly enjoyed the stroking of my mouth on his cock while his apprentice became more and more entrenched in the subtle pleasures of affecting my orgasms, as he toyed with the nuance of affecting shallow, shivery orgasms, and then pulling deeper, harder surges of ecstasy from my body.
My master touched my cheek, lifting my face to him. “I want you to go over to the bed, and raise yourself up on your hands and knees.” I took one last long shuddering moment with his cock buried in the back of my throat, then did as he asked.
Here, even more than elsewhere, my master was in his element. He moved up beside me on the bed and pulled the lacy elastic of my panties down over the smooth velvet of my legs. His tone was conversational again as he ran warm hands over the curves of my ass, difficult for him to keep his hands off of, even after all of the years that it had been his to touch. “Feel how wet she is.” He knew, though he had not touched me where I was wet.
I closed my eyes, bracing my control against the touch of this man who had pleased me so much tonight, who I had desired for so long. When it came, his touch was firm. He claimed the slick wetness of the dusky jewel of my center for his own, letting his fingers slip inside of my swollen lips, deep inside of me. While the art of controlling a woman’s endless orgasms might be a new flavor for him, it was obvious that he knew how to bring a woman pleasure, and when I felt my master, guiding my mouth down onto his cock again as his apprentice drew wave after wave of bliss from the flowering depth of my pussy, it was more than I could stand. Just as I felt the inevitability of the loss of my control, my master’s voice came, loving and generous, his hands on the sides of my face. “You can come as much as you want, whenever you want, for the rest of the night.”
For as long as I could stand, I writhed and cried out, no longer held upright on hands and knees, but driven helplessly to the mattress, fingers massaging pleasure from the depths of my core while I pressed my face into the cock that I loved. I gave in completely, and they patiently, reverently worked my body as I buckled under the waves of my passion.
Even without the avid stimulation of my mouth on his cock, the apprentice must have found himself hard pressed to maintain his own control, because at this point, he pulled his fingers from me.
I cried out in agony at the emptiness, but as I felt my master’s understanding hands on my body, helping me back to hands and knees, I complied eagerly, aware of what was next.
His hands burned my skin, and I cried out at the touch. My master retreated, refreshing his drink while he watched his apprentice finally claiming his own pleasure. I could feel the swollen mass of his cock, first laid heavily across the cleft of my rounded ass, then gaspingly sliding into the heat and slick welcome of my throbbing pussy.
All pretense of control was laid aside now, and he grasped my hips with hard hands, driving sharp sparks of stinging pleasure winging through my body. I rocked back against him, matching the desperate rhythm of his fucking, throwing the weight of my hips against the deep strokes that he drove through me. For years I had ached to feel his need like this, his pleasure at taking me like this, and the pleasure that wracked me now, driving screams and convulsions from my body, was sweeter than any fantasy. Harder and harder, my orgasms rising with the force of his fucking, we rode the wave of his long delayed ecstasy, and I trembled with aftershocks of pleasure, even after he had spent himself inside of me and withdrew, joining my master for a drink.
Still shivering with shocks of bliss, I laid there on the bed, waiting for my master to take his leisure with me with anticipation tracing its racing path through my body.
My master and his apprentice exchanged words that I was too senseless with pleasure to comprehend, and then the apprentice sank into a chair to catch his breath, drink in his shaking hand, languid smile on his face. My master came to me.
He trailed his fingers through my swollen center, dripping with the combined wetness of my own nectar and the seed of another man. “You are perfect.” His eyes were alight now, some of the perfect control slipping. He didn’t fool me, his control only slipped when he wanted it to.
I shuddered as I felt his hands on my body, tracing shining lines with the slickness his fingers left behind. “Because you made me that way.”
As I spoke the words, he fell on me, reclaiming first my mouth as his own, kissing me deeply and thoroughly as only he could, washing away the traces of any other desire with his love and the undeniable fact of our connection. I trembled and wracked beneath his kisses and felt the heat that he began to allow to rise in his own blood.
When he took me with his cock, I shivered and twisted beneath him, sighing with the perfection of our fit, the depth of the bliss he offered me. He filled me with the gift of his pleasure, the warmth of his ejaculate sliding into my deepest corners, quenching the raging fire with a slow and inevitable mastery. My orgasms came like heartbeats, flickering and slowing beneath the unendurable force of his will.
My body, spent, passed into deep dreamless sleep as the last fluttering spasms faded, and I slept, dreaming of hands that covered my body, filling all of my empty spaces with endless spasms of pleasure.