her body with the revelation.
“ You are bruised here.”
Before she could wonder about the spot he found, his
lips met the edge of one of her shoulder blades. The warm pressure
of his mouth calmed the tender area.
“ And here.” He kissed the top of
one shoulder. “Also here.” The same gentle pressure touched her hip
above her pants.
He licked around the bruises on both her forearms.
However, his tongue didn’t stop there it continue to her back.
Brad’s large hands slipped around her waist and cupped her
breasts.
She pressed into his gripped as he palmed the flesh
and squeezed her nipples. While his hands were busy, his tongue
stroked down her spine until it met the edge of her pants. He
dipped lower and fondled the crease of her ass with the tip of his
tongue.
Her eyes slid shut as she arched her back to him,
begging for more of his touch.
Following the earlier path he took, he laved up her
spine. At the base of her neck he pulled her against him. As she
lay flushed to his body, feeling the soft material of his sweater
against her skin and the strong beat of his heart against her back,
he kissed along the side of her face.
He held her like that for long moments, allowing her
to experience his strength and care.
She was shocked when he stepped back and took her
hand, leading them both to the couch. Dragging her down beside him,
he placed one of her throw pillows onto his lap.
“ You’ve had an eventful night,
talk to me.” He patted the round cushion.
She would have preferred that they take all the
sexual tension in the air between them and moved it to the next
stage, but instead she laid her head down and curled her legs up on
the couch.
“ What do you want to talk about,
Sir?” she asked.
His fingers scraped, light and slow along her arm.
“You. Tell me about your family. Where you’re from? I can detect a
light accent…is it Boston?”
“ Maine.” She licked her lips, a
little nervous. She never talked about herself. Doing it now with
her emotions feeling raw and open was almost unbearable. However,
she let the words flow from her.
“ How did you end up in North
Carolina?” he asked.
“ College like most people here. I
went to North Carolina A & T. Going on my seventh alumni year.
I’m also the oldest of nine.”
“ Damn. You don’t say? That’s
something you don’t hear a lot from people in our generation.” He
chuckled.
She laughed with him. “That’s true. I do shock a lot
of people with that knowledge.”
“ Are you and your family
close?”
“ Too close. Being the oldest I was
constantly responsible for my siblings when my parents weren’t
around. My father is a science professor and my mother stayed at
home. She home schooled us, but had us all in community activities
from soccer, dance, basketball, field hockey and choir. Whatever my
siblings and I wanted to do. So, you can imagine she was always
running one child to something or another and one I was old enough,
she’d leave me in charge. I didn’t hate it. There’s no
resentment.
Like I said, we are close and I love my brothers and
sisters. But, when I completed all the requirements to graduate
high school I just wanted to be away. Not care for anyone else for
a while. Freedom.”
“ How did that work out for you?”
He took her bun a loose and began to massage her scalp.
She sighed. “Too well. My senior year of college I
went to a play party with my roommate and fell in love with the
lifestyle.”
“ Did you have to decide whether
you were a submissive or a dominant?”
“ No. Not for a moment. The first
time I saw a woman cuffed to a St. Andrews cross being flogged, I
wanted to be in her place. Twenty minutes later I witness her Dom
providing aftercare to her with such tenderness and difference, I
knew it was where I should be.”
They were both quiet as Brad continued to stroke her
body.
He was the first to speak. “In the vanilla world you
always hear about how people in the lifestyle are in
“ You are bruised here.”
Before she could wonder about the spot he found, his
lips met the edge of one of her shoulder blades. The warm pressure
of his mouth calmed the tender area.
“ And here.” He kissed the top of
one shoulder. “Also here.” The same gentle pressure touched her hip
above her pants.
He licked around the bruises on both her forearms.
However, his tongue didn’t stop there it continue to her back.
Brad’s large hands slipped around her waist and cupped her
breasts.
She pressed into his gripped as he palmed the flesh
and squeezed her nipples. While his hands were busy, his tongue
stroked down her spine until it met the edge of her pants. He
dipped lower and fondled the crease of her ass with the tip of his
tongue.
Her eyes slid shut as she arched her back to him,
begging for more of his touch.
Following the earlier path he took, he laved up her
spine. At the base of her neck he pulled her against him. As she
lay flushed to his body, feeling the soft material of his sweater
against her skin and the strong beat of his heart against her back,
he kissed along the side of her face.
He held her like that for long moments, allowing her
to experience his strength and care.
She was shocked when he stepped back and took her
hand, leading them both to the couch. Dragging her down beside him,
he placed one of her throw pillows onto his lap.
“ You’ve had an eventful night,
talk to me.” He patted the round cushion.
She would have preferred that they take all the
sexual tension in the air between them and moved it to the next
stage, but instead she laid her head down and curled her legs up on
the couch.
“ What do you want to talk about,
Sir?” she asked.
His fingers scraped, light and slow along her arm.
“You. Tell me about your family. Where you’re from? I can detect a
light accent…is it Boston?”
“ Maine.” She licked her lips, a
little nervous. She never talked about herself. Doing it now with
her emotions feeling raw and open was almost unbearable. However,
she let the words flow from her.
“ How did you end up in North
Carolina?” he asked.
“ College like most people here. I
went to North Carolina A & T. Going on my seventh alumni year.
I’m also the oldest of nine.”
“ Damn. You don’t say? That’s
something you don’t hear a lot from people in our generation.” He
chuckled.
She laughed with him. “That’s true. I do shock a lot
of people with that knowledge.”
“ Are you and your family
close?”
“ Too close. Being the oldest I was
constantly responsible for my siblings when my parents weren’t
around. My father is a science professor and my mother stayed at
home. She home schooled us, but had us all in community activities
from soccer, dance, basketball, field hockey and choir. Whatever my
siblings and I wanted to do. So, you can imagine she was always
running one child to something or another and one I was old enough,
she’d leave me in charge. I didn’t hate it. There’s no
resentment.
Like I said, we are close and I love my brothers and
sisters. But, when I completed all the requirements to graduate
high school I just wanted to be away. Not care for anyone else for
a while. Freedom.”
“ How did that work out for you?”
He took her bun a loose and began to massage her scalp.
She sighed. “Too well. My senior year of college I
went to a play party with my roommate and fell in love with the
lifestyle.”
“ Did you have to decide whether
you were a submissive or a dominant?”
“ No. Not for a moment. The first
time I saw a woman cuffed to a St. Andrews cross being flogged, I
wanted to be in her place. Twenty minutes later I witness her Dom
providing aftercare to her with such tenderness and difference, I
knew it was where I should be.”
They were both quiet as Brad continued to stroke her
body.
He was the first to speak. “In the vanilla world you
always hear about how people in the lifestyle are in
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