Her full lips, perpetually poised to break into a delightfully unguarded smile were trembling. His fingers brushed over her cheek painting a light flush of crimson. Gently her lips parted. Instinctively she moistened them, imploring his fingers onwards. He traced the curve of her mouth, savouring each small tremor of arousal before gliding his hand down to rest softly on her delicate neck. She was completely and utterly his. Willingly at his mercy. Her blood, her arousal pulsed around her body beneath his fingers.
Luke caught himself. He was on this website to find something more. A connection built on more than the raw sexual tether that he was used to sharing with his partners. No, partners was the wrong word, lovers, playthings more like. Beautiful creatures he could toy with, who in turn wanted nothing more than to be used as his toy. Two people bound by pure desire and little more. It's not that these encounters were dissatisfying, on the contrary, they were heady and exciting, fully satisfying his voracious appetites. But inevitably, perhaps unsurprisingly, the dominance and subservience of the bedroom would permeate into the daily lives
This introspection of his had become far too common recently. He forced his attention back to the page in front of him. Sarah. He tried to convince himself that it was her personality which had caught his attention. The slightly quirky playfulness which pervaded her profile. The wit, the sharpness, the sense of innocence which poured from her eyes. Eyes like a moon dappled sea, seeming to ripple in defiance of the static representation the computer screen afforded. He was lost in these long before he read any of her profile, they were captivating. She was younger than him at 25 with mid length hair which neatly framed her face. It was a pretty face, lively, happy. According to her profile she was a dancer and she seemed to have a wide range of interests, books, food, and music. She was online.
He hesitated, as the mouse hovered over the instant message button. He reminded himself to keep the conversation innocent. Just as if he were chatting to a friend. He searched for inspiration on her profile. W. B.Yeats! He opened the messenger and typed.
Down by the Salley gardens, my love and I did meet,
She crossed the Salley gardens with little snow white feet,
She bid me take life easy as the grass grows on the wire,
But I was young and foolish and now am full of tears.
He hit send and waited. Had he been too smooth, too cheesy? Doubts started creeping in. This was the tone he would set for his normal cat and mouse encounters. Talk to her like a friend he reminded himself. He didn't have to wait long before a reply flashed up on the screen.
Beautiful, one of my favourites. I'm Sarah, it nice to meet you Luke
****
They had been chatting for over two hours. Topics ranging from music to politics, from light to heavy. The conversation flowed seamlessly, continuously expanding the landscape of their common ground. She wrote a new message.
So, do you have any hobbies you hadn't mentioned?
He replied without thinking.
Well I have recently been writing short stories.
He hadn't told anyone about this. He had started writing as an outlet, raunchy stories based upon real life encounters, but this was ground he had been trying to avoid. The next inevitable question came quickly.
Interesting, what sort of genre?
Perhaps he had been working subconsciously to this all along. Somewhere deep within him an animal growled with pleasure. She was delicious. If he were careful perhaps he could draw her in. Perhaps he could make her his. Normally he would bristle as such a phrase but right now it was entirely appropriate. The beast within him stretched, languidly arching its back. It was hopeless, the desire to have her on her knees in front of him, bound, submissive... It was overpowering.
Blood coursed within him and his fingers started typing automatically, the tap of the keyboard subduing the protestations that echoed deep within him. She could have been so much more, a friend a companion... A plaything the beast purred! He hit send.
Ah... well I hadn't told anyone about this...
He paused.
I actually write erotica.
He waited. He was toying with her now, laying the bait, probing any latent curiosity, submissiveness in her. A dissatisfied type of serenity came over him now. No longer did he need to keep the darker parts of himself hidden. Either she would be scared off completely or there was some kindling in her that one of his sparks could catch. Her reply came after a minute or two
Well that wasn't expected...
But I am glad I am honoured I'm the first person you have told.
He kept waiting, letting the tension build. He knew he had caught her off guard.
So... what do you write about in particular?
She was curious
Well most of my stories are loosely based upon real life adventures. Most of them involve dominance and submission. All of us have these facets within ourselves, basic wants and desires. It can be exhilarating to have someone give themselves up to you. Devote themselves to your pleasure. To submit to your every desire. Likewise letting yourself be controlled by someone, relinquishing power, submitting is just as satisfying
And are you usually dominant?
Yes mostly
How did you get into it?
He grinned he could almost see the faint embers glowing within her.
My sexual appetites have always been voracious. I've always looked for new experiences. One of my early partners suggested we try BDSM and something about the role fulfilled me and fed the darker part of me, my more animalistic part
Can I read some of your writing?
It might shock you.
...I'd like to read it anyway
Luke had been waiting for this. He copied a section from his latest story and posted it
***She walked down the street towards him. Tottering slightly on her heels. There was tension in her, disrupting her usual grace. Her eyes were averted. Her features a landscape over which anxiety and excitement battled. He smiled, so she had been a good girl.
He could picture her smooth taut skin, the rough caress of her coat coaxing her nipples erect. The breaths of cool evening air which stroked her thighs. He knew she would be wet for him. Every night for two weeks he had slowly brought her body to the brink of orgasm before leaving her breathless, frustrated and submissive.
Her perfume reached him as she drew near. A subtle assault on his senses. He longed to touch her. He took a step forward, halting her advance. She faltered. Slowly he took a second step, and then a third. She yielded to him retreating into the cold alley wall with a gasp, but he kept walking onwards. His body met hers, pressing her into the wall, feeling her warmth mingle with his. He brushed his hand down her cheek and her long hair caressed the back of his hand in response. His fingers curled round the back of her neck and he drew her lips onto his.
Her lips softened as they met his, melting, conforming to him. Her body seemed to flow against him turning to liquid in his arms. As he kissed her, his hand found the soft flesh on the inside of her knee and ever so slowly his fingers began their ascent. Tension gradually built in her like a wave, growing and growing. Ten and then twenty seconds passed as his fingers gently slid up the inside of her thigh. As he neared his goal he found her slick with excitement. She trembled as his finger reached the top before the first wave of arousal crested and broke as his fingers brushed over her dripping slit. Her body lapped against his imploring him to continue.
He leaned back looking into her big soft eyes. She returned his gaze for a long moment before catching herself and averting her eyes. She was new at this, unpractised in her role. He spoke to her in a steady voice
"Take off your coat"
Her eyes flickered back at him glancing left and right down the street. She was flustered. He stifled his grin and stared back at her challenging her as she composed herself.
