Her mind was reeling as they began to cover the short distance to the sparsely illuminated doorway, the loss of her sight sparking her other senses in to hyper drive and she allowed herself to get lost in the new found intensity of it all. The feel of the dress brushing against her skin as it rippled in the zephyr like purple waves, together with the sound of her quickening heart beat as it resonated throughout her entire body and the tickle of the breeze on her newly bare lower lips; sent tingles of the desirable variety straight to her core. She could not help the unconscious way she tried to rub her thighs together with every step she took.
Abruptly the sound of him clearing his throat penetrated her psyche bring her out of her pensiveness and she all but jumped at the intrusion. She new what he wanted and took a second to control herself practically tasting the air as she took a deep breath in her attempt to find her centre. She needed to focus on something other than what she was feeling and elected to concentrate on the sound of his foot falls -he was after all her ultimate distraction- and so she tried to match her own to with his. The firm squeeze of her forearm by the man she trusted above all let her know that he was pleased with her efforts.
The alleyway was eerily quiet which added to the feeling of them being the only two people in the world and as they came to an abrupt halt she stumbled a little unprepared for the cessation. In one languid movement his arm shot out curling around her waist and pulling her against the warmth of his firm side, effectively stopping her from falling and injuring herself.
"Now, now little one slow down the night is still young, you are going to need to pace yourself." Each word he spoke, laced with salacious promises she knew she would honor.
They stood there for a few minutes and hearing no sound, she could not fathom why they had stop at all. Little did she know there in front of her stood a young man of around twenty five years of age, he was wiry in stature with freshly cut sandy hair and eyes like pools of molten chocolate; wearing nothing but tight black leather trousers even his feet were bare. Clutched in his right hand was an oil lamp and he held the position of a sub, legs a shoulder width apart, his left hand clasping his right wrist, back straight; head lowered and his eyes lowered slightly out of respect but not so much, so that he could not see the Dominants gestured communication. The young man gave an imperceptible nod as the Dominant before him pulled a tarot from the inside pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to him. The card of "Lovers"!
Without a word the man gesticulates for them to step inside the dark hallway, closing the door with a click behind them and making her start a little in surprise; she knows now that they are no longer alone. The man smiles apologetically to the Dominant and proceeds to turn leading the couple down the caliginous and meagerly furnished hallways. They take a few turns here and there, she becomes disorientated knowing she has no idea where she is exactly, but as she feels him coming to a stop besides her she is reminded of the fact that the one person that will always keep her safe is one with his arm firmly draped around her waist. Thus, with that he feels some of the tension leave her body and places a chaste kiss upon her forehead.
They come to a stop in front of a solid darkly stained wooden door that looked as plain as all the others he had see as they followed the man, save for the lovers tarot intricately craved in its centre. The man hands him an antiquated brass key and hastily retreats taking the lamp with him, the only source of light is the glow of the new moon through the window at the other end of the short hallway. He turns to her marvelling in the way her skin radiates the moonlight as if she were the source, absurd but to him she was his light that irradiated his everyday. Stealing himself for a moment and taking a deep breath before he speaks, choosing his words carefully.
"From the moment we enter this room you are not to speak unless I ask you a direct question or you need to use one of your safe words, do you understand little girl?" he asks the tenor of his dominance present in his tone.
"Yes Sir." she barely whispers her voice wavering with uncertainty. All at once is hands find hers immediately holding firmly and squeezing gently an act of reassurance. He had undoubtedly done so not to pressure her but to assure her that he was there and she was safe.
" You don't sound too sure little one."
Her vision still obscured she raises her chin; he notes that had her eyes not been covered her strong blue gaze would be locked with the forest green of his own.
"Yes Sir!" she says with indomitable certitude. He smiles to himself he was so proud of the strong willed woman in front of him and with a happy sigh he pushes the key in to the door and turns it, push the heavy door wide and guides her in to room.
He leaves her standing a metre or so inside the room as he turns back to shut and lock the door. There is no sound in the room but for her heavy breathing and his footsteps as he makes his way to her. Upon reaching her, he runs his index finger delicately up her spine, feeling her shiver from the top of her head right to the tips of toes. Leaning in he plants a trail of hot moist kisses along her right shoulder each one longer than the last, her breathing becoming soft pants as she feels the moisture start to accumulate on the inside of her labium. His left hand finds the knot that secured her dress in place making quick work of it and with that it slides down her body ending at her feet in a pool of purples.
She gasps in shock but no sooner is the small sound out of her mouth does she feel the strike of his palm on her shapely derrière and the sound of his voice in her ear.
“Shush little one!” he orders.
She bites her lip to keep in the elicit sounds dying to escape her as his hands roam her body, caress and needing her soft flesh before bringing his attention to her already erect nipples.
“Mmmm!” he muses to himself as he starts rolling and pinching each nipple to his own sequence between his thumb and index. She can not help but move against him, leaning her head back against his chest for support naturally arching her back and pushing pliable breasts further in his hands.
“ I think my little one likes having her nipples played with, I wonder if she will like…” but he never finished his sentence, instead opting to show her. His right hand left her breast and found its way in his trouser pocket pulling a medium sized g spot vibrator from it. She did not notice until it was buzzing gently and soundlessly against her ever-swelling bundle of nerves and bucked unexpectedly in to the vibrator and his hand. Her mouth was open in an ‘O’ shape but no sound came out as she swiveled and bucked her hips as he continued he ministration with both the vibrator and his hand play with her nipple.
He chuckled watching her struggle to get more friction from his hand and the vibrator, he could feel her juices dripping from her sex in to his hand; she was ready and it had not taken long at all. He loved how responsive she was to him. “What colour are little one?”
“Green Sir. Very green!” she panted in answer.
“Very well.”
He changed the setting on the vibrator and used her own juices that were coating his hand to lubricate it before he pushed slowly between her glistening folds and then all the way inside her. She barely registered that he had switched off the vibrator before it was being slide inside her and in a way, she was grateful he had yet to give her permission and she had bee so close to a climax.
He took her hand tugging it gently to get her to follow him, they had only taken a few steps when he told her to step up; she did as she was instructed. He then helped her lower herself down on to a set of cushions where she was to lay on her back. Once in position he took out his iPhone and selected a premade play list, she got the shock of her life as he pressed play. The vibrator came to life inside her pulsing to very beat of the music now emanating from his phone, she bit her lip hard as her walls started to contracting the vibrator.
“Do not cum little one! We have yet to have supper…” he informed her a mischevious grin spreading across his face...
Continue to Part 8
One Week for Sir is a multi part, multi author series sponsored by the Garden Theater and presented by the generous authors who have agreed to give their time and talent to this group endeavor We thank them.
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