I opened the door and my stomach dropped when I came face to face with Harlan Castle standing on the doorstep. A knowing smile tugged the corners of his mouth. “Good morning, Chelsea.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I stood aside and held the door wider. He sauntered into my apartment, but I couldn’t stop my pulse from racing. He always excited me so much that I never knew how to act around him.
He paced through the apartment inspecting everything with exaggerated care. I shut the door and crept to the center of the living room. What was he going to do this time?
I never considered trying domination and submission until Harlan and I met in a bar six months ago. He asked if I ever tried it, and when I said I hadn’t, he asked if I wanted to.
Every time I’d seen him since had stretched my limits to say the least. My heart fluttered each time I so much as thought about him. I lived half in dread and half in breathless anticipation of the next time he showed up at my door.
Now he was here, but he didn’t act at all breathless or tense. He stopped in front of me and smiled. “How have you been?”
I rubbed my hands up and down my arms. I shivered and goosebumps sprang up on my skin even though it wasn’t cold. “Uh…okay…. I guess.”
He burst into an even broader smile. “Are you happy to see me?”
I nodded in stupid silence, but my anxiety didn’t bother him at all.
“Would you like to play with me?” he asked
I nodded again, but I couldn’t look at him. I lowered my eyes.
He extended his hand and took mine. “Come here and sit down.” He steered me to the couch and pulled me down on it. He sat down next to me.
I struggled to draw a deep breath. I trembled all over wondering what he would do, but he only pressed my hand warmly. “Tell me what you’ve been doing since I saw you last.”
“Uh…just working a lot….and hanging out with my friends. I went home for Thanksgiving and I’m going home again for Christmas.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you have such a close relationship with your family. How are things at work?”
“Really good. I’m getting promoted at the end of the year.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really? Congratulations. I’m proud of you. You worked hard. You deserve it.”
I smiled back, relieved. This superficial conversation relaxed me…somewhat.
He closed my hand in both of his. “We had fun last time I came over, didn’t we?”
I blushed and a shot of adrenaline went through me when I remembered his last visit. “Yeah. We did.”
“Did you like the domination and submission play we tried last time? Did you like submitting to me?”
“Yes. I didn’t think I would, but I liked it a lot more than I expected.”
“If you’re okay with it, I’d like to take it one step further. I promise you you’ll enjoy this, too, but it might be even more of a challenge than last time.”
“Okay,” I blurted out.
I probably should have taken longer to find out more about what he had in mind. All my research on BDSM said I should never give consent without knowing what I was consenting to, but Harlan had this effect on me.
He stood up. I started to stand, too, but he rested his hand on my shoulder to signal me to stay where I was.
I looked up and his deep, crystal-blue eyes locked on me. I recognized that look instantly. He always got that look when he took his dominant position over me. That expression gave me a shivery, breathless feeling…almost as though I was about to cum just from looking at him.
“Do you give yourself to me?” he murmured in a slow, sultry whisper.
“Yes!” I panted. I could hardly sit still. I felt weak and…well, submissive.
I still didn’t understand how I could surrender myself to another person so easily. I was an independent, successful woman.
I never had any trouble standing up for myself at work, but this man exerted some kind of mystical control over me. He affected my mind and heart. I reacted automatically to his dominance by becoming submissive.
A slight edge came into his voice. “What do you say?”
“Yes…. Sir,” I replied.
My stomach twisted when I said that name. I loved calling him that even though it frightened me.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “Now….. I’m going to blindfold you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Once I blindfold you, you’ll obey all my instructions. You won’t question or resist in any way. Do you understand? You’ll submit to me completely.”
I gulped. I already felt like I was submitting completely. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulled something black and silky out of his pocket and held it out. “Do you want this?”
“Yes, Sir.” I could hardly make myself heard.
“Do you want me to take complete control of you until I take this blindfold off?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do you say?”
I lowered my eyes to the floor. Could I really say it? “Please, Sir. Please take control of me. Please blindfold me and take possession of me until you take it off.”
“Good girl.”
He spread out the blindfold in front of my eyes. He held it there where I could see it. He gave me half a second to realize what was about to happen and then he slipped it over my head.
He settled the blindfold over my eyes. I shut my eyes in the darkness and plunged into a dark place where the rest of the world disappeared.
His voice appeared in my mind. It spoke from the very center of my being. “How is that?”
“Fine, Sir.”
“Can you see anything?”
I shook my head. “No, Sir.”
“Are you comfortable?”
Was I? “Yes, Sir.”
He took my hand again. “Stand up.”
I got to my feet. Every thought of resistance vanished along with my anxiety and tension. I relaxed in the certainty that he controlled me completely. I didn’t think or worry about anything outside this dark place where only he existed.
He took my hand and led me sideways. I knew I was moving across the living room and then I lost orientation of which way I was moving. I might be anywhere.
“I’m going to take your clothes off now, baby,” he purred. “Your body belongs to me, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.” My voice no longer quavered. I sank into a deep submissive mindset. Whatever he did to me would give me pleasure and exhilaration even if it scared me. I just had to trust him.
He ran his hands up and down my arms creeping higher and higher. He rested them on my shoulders and squeezed in a massaging motion.
I relaxed even further, but I tensed again when he dragged his fingertips ever so softly down my chest to the first button of my blouse.
My nerves stretched to the breaking point and my body burst with full-blown desire when he started to unbutton my shirt. He proceeded between my breasts and pushed the shirt back over my shoulders. It slipped off and left me in my bra.
He unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it over my feet. Now I stood before him, blindfolded in my bra and panties.
Instead of feeling scared and anxious, my body throbbed with open desire. I inhaled deep breaths and felt my nipples tighten inside my bra. My pussy pulsed and ached. My hot juices oozed into my panties and I smelled my own scent.
He ran his hands up and down my arms again in a soothing movement, but now that touch excited me. I wanted him to touch my body and stimulate me to the heights of passion. I wanted him to do so many things—things I couldn’t even bring myself to imagine right now.
I felt him walk around behind me. He unhitched my bra, but he didn’t remove it. He circled back to the front and stood before me. He cupped my chin and then his lips appeared on my mouth.
That kiss flooded me with deep, warm waves of desire. My body rocked to receive him, but I stood still and waited for his pleasure to take me. I belonged to him now.
Without taking his tongue out of my mouth, he slipped his hands over my shoulders. He slid my bra straps off and it fell away. My breasts sprang up and heaved against his suit jacket. My nipples stood erect and the fabric rubbed them even stiffer.
I sobbed in tormented ecstasy. I wanted to beg him to touch me, but that wouldn’t be submissive. I had to wait for him to decide what to do to me.
His fingertips squeezed my nipples to tingling ecstasy. I moaned and strained against invisible chains holding me back. I undulated trying to rub my body against him. I needed him so badly. I never needed anything so bad.
He hummed softly under his breath while he kissed and teased me to sobbing madness. I almost cried when he pulled back and straightened up. “You’re so responsive, baby. I love playing with your beautiful body.”
I bit my lip. His saliva stung my mouth and his breath flooded my nostrils with his scent. My pussy spasmed and quivered for his attention.
He took my hand once more and guided me across the apartment. He positioned me somewhere and glided his hands down my arms.
This time, he paused at my hips and slid my panties down. I stepped out of them and they vanished. Now I stood naked with no protection. I wished I could see him, but anticipating his next move excited me so much more.
“Sit down,” he commanded.
I bent my knees and touched my bed. I sat down and my hands touched the bedspread. I was in my bedroom.
“Lie down on the bed and scoot up to the pillows.”
I did as he ordered. When I stretched out in my bed and felt the pillows above me, he took my hand again. He didn’t stroke it, though.
He stretched it above my head and wrapped something soft and velvety around my wrist. I was just preparing to relax into the delicious sensation when he yanked it hard. He jerked it against the iron bed frame, and with a few quick tugs, he tied it in place.
My heart leaped again. He was tying me to the bed. He secured my other wrist and then pulled my legs apart. He spread me out on the bed so I couldn’t move. I gasped and panted in ragged expectation. What was he going to do now?
When he finished, he left me lying there for what seemed like a long time. “Do you give yourself to me?”
“Yes…. Sir,” I gasped.
Something soft touched the skin on my stomach. I shuddered and then jerked in a sudden spasm that felt like an orgasm, but I couldn’t be sure.
It dragged down my belly. It lingered once on my heaving mound and then dallied between my legs.
I struggled to spread my legs even farther, but the thing only tickled up and down my tortured, sodden pussy lips. I moaned and writhed against the restraints. I wanted to beg him to put me out of my misery, but I couldn’t even do that until he told me to.
He laid the teaser aside, whatever it was, and the mattress sagged under his weight. He lowered himself onto the bed. I shuddered again and then, without warning, his hot mouth closed on my pussy.
I screamed half in surprise and half in the ecstasy of fulfillment as his tongue burrowed deep into my tissues. I could struggle all I liked. I heaved to reach his mouth, but the restraints held me in place.
His hot tongue circled my clitoris and his fingers forked my pussy lips apart to explore my smoldering hole. He devoured my swollen flesh in big, greedy mouthfuls. His saliva mixed with my oozing honey.
I stretched trying to rub against his face. I ached for more pressure to drive me higher, but he held back. It seemed like ages before he slipped one powerful finger inside me.
I revolved my hips to take his finger deeper, but it didn’t satisfy me. I needed so much more.
I barely thought that when he pulled away. I groaned in aching need, but only for a second. He climbed onto the bed and I felt him kneeling over me. His hot breath burned my lips.
“Such a good girl!” he breathed. “I’m so pleased with you.”
He kissed me and his unmistakable cock touched my twitching pussy lips. I gasped again and then he slithered inside.
His long, smooth shaft spread me open. I tried to scream, but his mouth stifled any sound. I writhed in torment. I would give anything to put my arms around him.
He supported himself on his hands so his body didn’t touch me. His cock drilled deep into my core and out to its farthest tip before gliding all the way in again. It awoke so much luscious passion in my soul and I gave voice to all my screams.
I couldn’t see him and I didn’t need to. Pleasure and lust poured from my heart. This had nothing to do with him. He became a conduit to release something inside me. It exploded out of me and burst forth for all time.
It transformed me into something I didn’t recognize, but in this dark place, it all seemed so normal to respond like this. This went way beyond simple sex…if there was any such thing.
I exploded into a volcanic orgasm that swept away all rationality and I released it to all the feelings rushing through me.
He quickened his pace until every thrust burst me in half. The intensity escalated to an eruption. I couldn’t hold back the orgasms peaking again and again.
He growled at me, but I couldn’t hear if he said anything. The blindfold erected an invisible barrier so I couldn’t connect with him, but that didn’t matter. I was doing what he wanted me to do. Nothing else mattered.
He fulfilled his promise. He gave me so much pleasure. He pushed me beyond my limits. He guided me to do things I never would have dreamed of before, but he always satisfied me.
All too soon, he slowed his pace and my energy drained. My continuous peaks spread out and came farther apart. He kept gliding in and out of me, but in a gentler rhythm.
He kissed me again in deep, sultry licks. I sobbed and rippled against my restraints. I was ready to be released…and to see again.
Harlan seemed to read my mind and eased back. He climbed off the bed and started to untie the velvet bonds. I moved my shoulders and hugged my knees to my chest.
He took my hand and lifted me up. “Stand up for me.”
I rose to my feet. My mind ached for some light, some glance of his face so I could know if I pleased him.
He straightened me up and wrapped my silk robe around me. He slid my arms into the sleeves and tied the belt.
He kissed me again for a long time and, without telling me first, he pulled the blindfold off. My gaze feasted on his blue eyes flashing and gleaming before me.
His tongue felt so delightful and soothing, but his eyes felt a thousand times better.
I swayed in delight to be looking at him. My soul felt so wide open and sensitive to anything he might say. I would give anything to obey his orders in anything he wanted me to do.
“You did so well!” he breathed. “I’m so proud of you.”
My heart leaped again, this time with pride and confidence.
He stroked his hand down my cheek. He dragged his fingertips along my neck and rested his warm hand between my breasts. I sobbed and my heart collapsed in sheer submission to him. He said I belonged to him as long as I wore that blindfold, but now I felt like I would always belong to him.
“You are so beautiful!” he murmured.
My heart sobbed to say something. I wanted to give him something as valuable as what he just gave me, but I couldn’t think of anything as precious as that. If I pleased him and gave him what he asked for, I couldn’t do more than that.
He took my hand and led me back to the living room. He crossed to the front door and paused to stare into my eyes. “Would you like to see me again?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled down at me and a flush of color washed over his cheeks. “You don’t have to call me that when we aren’t in a dominant-submissive dynamic.”
“I know.” I wanted to call him that anyway. I wanted to call him that always. If only I could.
