So here i am, mouth slightly agape, mind blank with shock just been asked to do what?
'Come on, up on here'
For some reason my first thought is 'I don't think the table can hold my weight', I know it can but that worry is always there or rather can is withstand both of us, (the bed only has 3 slats that remain unbroken). I also don't understand why that is my first thought rather than 'cheeky bastard asking me to do what?'.
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A few hours earlier...
Sat in the car, im fiddling with my keys. Im also very quiet. I either ramble or go completely silent when nervous. I can feel his eyes on me but i don't look up. What on earth am i doing? Me of all people meeting someone's parents. Oh dear god if they ever found out how i corrupted their son (he was Dom before i met him but these are my thoughts), im pretty sure he still has teeth marks on his ass from the night before. I focus on my keys... i can't even look at him nevermind his parents. Why oh why did it have to be Sunday dinner at home? At least i was kind enough to pick a restaurant in a public place.
We are getting close now, pulling up in the driveway. He tells me he got a text they will be arriving late. Oh thank god. I can grab a drink tea or alcohol i don't mind but my mouth is dry from nerves.
We arrive and he lets us in to their house. Rummaging in the fridge i hear a few things. Would you like tea, he asks? Yes i nodd. Ive never met patents before and we are staying all weekend. I look out the living room window waiting for a car to pull up. He says they will be an hour. I relax a little as he shows me around we go upstairs drop our stuff off. There may have been a 30min detour on the stairs.... i don't know why but having your hips pinned on the stairs is kinda awesome and you literally can't move so totally at his mercy. Each and every time you want any movement you end up begging for it... anyway
Anyway, i go to the bathroom trying to pretend that never happened because im trying my best to be girlfriend material and feel like im failing badly. I hear the car pull up think oh god what have i let myself in for while trying to remind myself other people's family's are sane. I look in the mirror and look okay and think remember Sunday school just pretend you're there and be polite.
I go back downstairs and meet his mum while his dad carries the shopping into the house. They are very welcoming and i feel like shit about earlier but i have to make a go of this and try not to let it bother me. M is smiling at me while they put the shopping away and i help get Sunday dinner ready (I have completely forgotten people do this on a Sunday, get together with family). I start to relax a little, it's been a while but i know how to do this. M comes over and asks is everything is okay. Roast goes in the oven and his mum goes to look for butter in the fridge only to find no butter. She announces they need to go back into town to get some and we have been left in charge of the roast.
Once they both get in the car and we hear it pull away M checks in with me. I've been a nervous wreck for two days leading up to this, i say it's going okay i think and that we seem to be getting on but i hope im doing okay because i have no idea.
.... At which point he just looks at me calmly with a slightly nervous smile on his face and tells me to get onto the table and lie down. Erm... what? I can't tell if he is being serious or joking so i check. He nodds and although looks slightly nervous says 'get up on the table'. I realise he is testing to see if i will follow his command and trust him after i said i would give most things a go once. Its not about what or when but if i will follow. This is not what i meant my brain has gone blank and im rooted to the spot wondering why my first thought is if the table can take the weight.
See the smile on his face, he thinks im too chicken shit and he won. (Continuation of raising the stakes thanks to poker). I either back out or try.... i have my safeword and i don't know what the end goal is so... im convinced the table won't take it for long so think what's the point. It won't happen and it won't be up to me. Besides his parents will be home soon.... he can't be serious
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So i walk over and follow the command to sit on the edge of the table, looking bewildered. 'Im not going to ask you again lie down and make sure you bum is over the edge'. Still me wondering what is going on while my brain doesn't seem to want to function, i lie down and shuffle to the edge half convinced that the table will tip over. (Im not heavy im but i am uncoordinated).
I don't know what he is doing and shuffle to see, besides the ceiling is boring. He is sat in the chair slightly amused just starting at me 'take your underwear off'. I go to move and sit up slightly 'erm what, no they are coming back'. Gently he pushes me down and says that's for him to think about not me, then comands 'down'. I can't explain it but i feel pinned to the table, i can't get up. I know he thinks he has won with that sumg smile on his face... im so annoyed at myself. What is happening right now. M in a rather bored tone says 'underwear off, if you don't take them off i will' .... oh god i don't like humiliation so as a last ditch effort to retain any semblance of will of dignity (lets face it both are gone) i remove my underwear at his request. I still have no idea what his plan is. Although im not tied down i might as well be i can't move as he pushes my legs open and i can feel his eyes on me, just sat there on the chair looking at me on full display (idiot i am) feeling incredibly vulnerable, all i want to do is pull my dress down and close my legs.
Slowly one hand glides up my thigh, kneading with his thumb as he goes, followed by little bite marks and kisses and then the other leg. I automatically reflex and go to sit up and move my legs as they tense when i realise, its not going to matter that the table can't take the weight because that's not the point and i start to panic. My head is only a few inches up off the table and my legs tensed and closing before i hear 'but im not finished, lie down' and feel a hand between my breasts gently pushing me back down. I swear to god all i could hear past that point was white noise.
The kisses and bite marks continued up my thighs. I can feel his arms snake around my thighs pinning my hips to the table and holding my legs open as my muscles tense up from the intensity. His tongue moving in rhythm and circles interspersed with sucking. All i want is to move my hips, i can't move, im completely at his control. Taking me to that point with his toung and leaving me then taking me back there. Finally my mind lets go my back arches. I feel for the neighbours at this point. All my muscles go stiff and then relax while the white noise fades out of my ears.
I lie there for a few moments until we hear the car in the driveway. I realise where I am again and immediately get up, tidy the table and put chairs back in place while M checks the chicken. It's almost done.
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M comes over and whispers 'see now you can relax', just before his parents come in. We are both setting the table. I sat there the rest of the meal in mostly silence after asking how things had gone for them that week, basically for anyone else to talk while im quietly thinking 'well it's not going to get weirder' and trying my best not to reply that episode in my mind over dinner.
I later realised he threw out the butter on purpose
