around telling people a pointless secret?"
"You've known it's not pointless for a while now."
"And I had planned to tell you tonight," I say, and in the distance, I hear the faint sound of thunder and wonder briefly if we should pack things up.
"I'm glad you've finally opened up to me. It explains so much," he says, cryptically.
"Like what?" I ask, though I'm afraid of what his answer might be.
"Like why the idea of Femdom appeals to you. You've been dominating men your whole adult life."
"Cain, stop it," I say, feeling like he's patronizing me.
"Think about it. You make the rules, we play the game, and when we win, we get our prize, but the rules of your game involved having the prize literally shoved in a man's face only to be taken away entirely. You're cruel," he says, then pauses. "You know how much I like cruel."
"Then give me the reins, and I'll show you just how cruel I can be," I offer, but he only laughs as he takes a bite of a massive, chocolate-dipped strawberry, offering me the rest. It's the most intimate thing we've done, almost like having him in my mouth.
"So I'll be the first to play your game in two years?" he asks as I savor the decadent red flesh in my mouth before swallowing.
"You'll be the first to even kiss me in two years," I say. That is, if I let you kiss me."
"You mean if you beg me to kiss you," he reminds me.
"Before I would even consider such a thing, you owe me the rest of your history."
"One night stands, a series of submissives, some here, some at Berkeley, and that's it."
"And that's what you want to make of me?" I ask as thunder roars in sky. It's closer now.
"My submissives have always been elitist bitches who needed to be broken. I thought you were the same, but now, even though I know you're not, I only want you more."
"But Cain, what if...what if you can't..."
"Evan Lucien, if it is my last act upon this Earth," he says, his eyes intense and shadowed in the lantern light, "I will make you come."
My breath catches. I don't just hear but feel his words, suddenly covered in chills on the outside and set ablaze on the in. Unable to resist him any longer, I push him onto his back and straddle him, my knees at his hips as I move in slowly toward his mouth for our first kiss. He teases me, turning his head, and I pin his hands to the ground as I try again. He dodges me.
"Kiss me, damn it!" I demand.
"Ask nicely," he says with that damnable smirk.
Oh, fuck me! I think, rolling my eyes.
"Please, Cain," I say emphatically. "I am begging you to kiss me." His eyes wild, he takes control, rolling me onto my back and holding my hands by my head, our fingers interlocked. As I look up, a brilliant flash of lightning silhouettes him against the now starless night, and when his lips finally meet mine, the heavens burst, pouring down upon us. The water rolls down Cain's face onto mine, mingling with the kiss as my legs instinctively wrap around him, and I feel his cock, like marble, rubbing against me. I don't care that I'm covered in gooseflesh from the cold, Pacific, night rain as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, so voracious that when he ends it with a gentle, chaste meeting of closed lips, as he predicted, I could shamelessly beg for more.
"You're freezing," Cain says, my lips chasing after his in the darkness. "Come on." He pulls me to my feet, and hand in hand, we run for the car, both completely drenched already. When he opens my door for me, he starts undressing, and since getting into the car in cold, wet clothes isn't going to warm up me, I follow suit, stripping down to my sexy, black bra and panties.
He looks me over with lusty eyes as he starts the engine, and when the dashboard lights come on, casting deep shadows on his chiseled core, I can't control myself. I climb into his lap, my knees on either side of him as I lean his seat back with one hand, the other in his hair. Though I wasn't ready to make
"You've known it's not pointless for a while now."
"And I had planned to tell you tonight," I say, and in the distance, I hear the faint sound of thunder and wonder briefly if we should pack things up.
"I'm glad you've finally opened up to me. It explains so much," he says, cryptically.
"Like what?" I ask, though I'm afraid of what his answer might be.
"Like why the idea of Femdom appeals to you. You've been dominating men your whole adult life."
"Cain, stop it," I say, feeling like he's patronizing me.
"Think about it. You make the rules, we play the game, and when we win, we get our prize, but the rules of your game involved having the prize literally shoved in a man's face only to be taken away entirely. You're cruel," he says, then pauses. "You know how much I like cruel."
"Then give me the reins, and I'll show you just how cruel I can be," I offer, but he only laughs as he takes a bite of a massive, chocolate-dipped strawberry, offering me the rest. It's the most intimate thing we've done, almost like having him in my mouth.
"So I'll be the first to play your game in two years?" he asks as I savor the decadent red flesh in my mouth before swallowing.
"You'll be the first to even kiss me in two years," I say. That is, if I let you kiss me."
"You mean if you beg me to kiss you," he reminds me.
"Before I would even consider such a thing, you owe me the rest of your history."
"One night stands, a series of submissives, some here, some at Berkeley, and that's it."
"And that's what you want to make of me?" I ask as thunder roars in sky. It's closer now.
"My submissives have always been elitist bitches who needed to be broken. I thought you were the same, but now, even though I know you're not, I only want you more."
"But Cain, what if...what if you can't..."
"Evan Lucien, if it is my last act upon this Earth," he says, his eyes intense and shadowed in the lantern light, "I will make you come."
My breath catches. I don't just hear but feel his words, suddenly covered in chills on the outside and set ablaze on the in. Unable to resist him any longer, I push him onto his back and straddle him, my knees at his hips as I move in slowly toward his mouth for our first kiss. He teases me, turning his head, and I pin his hands to the ground as I try again. He dodges me.
"Kiss me, damn it!" I demand.
"Ask nicely," he says with that damnable smirk.
Oh, fuck me! I think, rolling my eyes.
"Please, Cain," I say emphatically. "I am begging you to kiss me." His eyes wild, he takes control, rolling me onto my back and holding my hands by my head, our fingers interlocked. As I look up, a brilliant flash of lightning silhouettes him against the now starless night, and when his lips finally meet mine, the heavens burst, pouring down upon us. The water rolls down Cain's face onto mine, mingling with the kiss as my legs instinctively wrap around him, and I feel his cock, like marble, rubbing against me. I don't care that I'm covered in gooseflesh from the cold, Pacific, night rain as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, so voracious that when he ends it with a gentle, chaste meeting of closed lips, as he predicted, I could shamelessly beg for more.
"You're freezing," Cain says, my lips chasing after his in the darkness. "Come on." He pulls me to my feet, and hand in hand, we run for the car, both completely drenched already. When he opens my door for me, he starts undressing, and since getting into the car in cold, wet clothes isn't going to warm up me, I follow suit, stripping down to my sexy, black bra and panties.
He looks me over with lusty eyes as he starts the engine, and when the dashboard lights come on, casting deep shadows on his chiseled core, I can't control myself. I climb into his lap, my knees on either side of him as I lean his seat back with one hand, the other in his hair. Though I wasn't ready to make
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