A Taste of Sarah

Luke slowly opened his eyes, Sarah's face imprinted like a film negative in his mind. He had been dreaming again. Never before had a woman embedded herself in his subconscious like this and yearning gnawed at him. He had only seen the one photo of her, but that had provided ample nourishment for his imagination to flourish.

He longed to see more of her, he could easily order her to take more pictures, but the levels of anticipation and tension between them were heady. There was something intensely erotic about getting to know Sarah. Corrupting her, without ever setting eyes on her.

It had been three weeks since that first frantic typed conversation. Three weeks since the last time her body had had release. He had no doubt that she had been obeying him. He had a text message from her everyday despite his increasingly kinky instructions. Then there was that phone call a week ago. It was still fresh in his mind. Her lyrical voice, tense with nervousness and frustration. There was another note to her voice too, a subtle but unmistakable layer of submission among the rich tapestry. Without being able to see her he had become acutely aware of the eddies and current as she spoke, each revealing more than a picture ever could. The submissiveness was definitely there. He had pushed her very hard, very quickly. He had been rash in his eagerness but rather then send her running he had awakened something in her. Having her submit to him was delicious but what if cultivating this aspect of their relationship precluded anything deeper? With a sigh he buried his doubts. It was time to meet her. He grabbed his phone.

Its time to meet. This Saturday. I'll send instructions

That was it, it was done. He knew she would come if she could. Her reply came in less than 10 minutes.

Ok, ill be there sir

He had already planned for this moment. Her outfit was in a box beneath his desk. A tightly fitted, knee length, black dress, sheer enough to make her feel exposed but deceptively covering. There was no underwear, instead he had put in the box, three discrete clamps connected by a delicate T shaped chain. One clamp for each nipple and one for the hood of her pussy. He would give her free reign over how tight they were. He didn't want her in pain all evening, just to be aware of them. Next, he had brought a silver choker, elegant and refined yet he was confident she would appreciate its significance. This would be her collar, a constant reminder of her subservience, of the pent-up frustration boiling inside of her. Finally, the outfit was finished off with a pair of vicious black stilettoes.

He packaged the box ready to be sent and then with a couple of quick phone calls he had booked her a massage to amplify her desire yet further and then booked a local Italian restaurant he knew well.

The next few days passed in a blur, time punctuated only by the regular texts from Sarah

Touching myself master

10 strikes administered to my thigh master

He was busy with a number of high-profile fashion shoots but in each of the models, all he could see was Sarah. By Saturday evening the anticipation was almost too much to bear. He made his way to the small restaurant, nestled among the railway arches. He smiled broadly at Sylvia, the owner, as he entered and made his way to his usual table, nestled in an alcove at the back. Sylvia glided towards him. They had been close friends for years. For a while he had teetered on the edge of a relationship with this witty, self-assured Italian woman, but they had quickly realised mutually that the chemistry between them veered closer to that of brother and sister.

"Meeting another lady friend? Maybe this time you might even keep hold of her," she said with a wink.

Luke smiled at this usual remark and his usual bottle of wine was placed on the table.

"We have to meet up for coffee soon and then you can have all the gory details."

"Sounds like a plan" she nodded with a smile before turning her attention to the rest of her customers

Luke felt the tension mounting within him. It was 10 minutes before she was due to meet him. He hadn't been this nervous in years. He took a sip of wine to steady his nerves but this simply intensified the cocktail of anxiety and arousal which was churning round his stomach.

As he stared into his wine, it seemed like a veil of silence descended upon the room. Luke found himself staring as he watched the door swing open. The nerves were gone. He was in part and nobody could ask for a greater muse. A leg inched into the room first and hips, then body followed, swinging round the door in a nervously demure waltz. Her eyes met his, and he was transfixed. A momentary castaway in the swirling blue depths. Then hesitantly she took a step towards him. He stood, gathered himself and gave her a slight nod, drawing her across the room. She reached his arms and one curled around her gently trembling waist as he leaned forward to brush her cheek with the faintest of kisses.

He felt her shudder against him.

"You look breath-taking" he whispered as he drew back and he caught the murmured response.

"Thank you master"

He pulled out her chair and guided her to the seat. Wordlessly he filled her wine glass and seated himself opposite her. He scanned his eyes over her hungrily, committing every curve, every pore of her skin, to memory. He knew he needed to say something to put her at ease, but he felt a compulsive need to map all the contours of this stunning, unfamiliar landscape. Then he reached her face, delicate but above all happy, despite the obvious tension in the lines of her mouth. He couldn't suppress the wide smile which erupted onto his face.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

She broke into a nervous grin herself, flushing scarlet. "You too" she paused, "to say this is surreal is an understatement. Its been a learning experience. I..." she trailed off, blushing with greater intensity.

Luke smiled. He trailed his finger lazily over her knee as she raised her glass to her lips. She sipped slowly and deeply, composing herself. Luke watched as she lowered the glass, eyes fixed upon Sarah's face. He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to just above a whisper.

"Spread your legs"

He watched her process the command. The quick parting of her lips. The darting of her eyes in either direction. He was waiting for her to protest when she leaned back in the chair and parted her legs. He leaned further forwards watching her parted lips begin to tremble as his fingers lightly skated up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. A low moan was pulled from her lips. As his fingers slowly slid higher, he almost moaned himself when his finger found a trail of liquid creeping down her leg. She whimpered as his fingers brushed across her soaking lips to gently tug upon the clamp. "Good girl" he murmured, sitting back.

He had never felt desire with such intensity. He wanted her emotionally as well as physically. He hid the depth of his emotion with a faint smile. "So how are the rehearsals going? I'm looking forward to seeing you in action. She smirked at this and all the nervousness and submissiveness couldn't supress the rebellious twinkle in her eye.

"I'm sure you are" she scoffed, although she couldn't stop her cheeks from flushing even darker. "Rehearsals are going well but they are torture. I've never danced a principle part before. My poor body has never suffered so much." She paused to affect a pout "In more than one way".

Luke grinned, she was relaxing. Her playfulness was coming to the fore. He trailed the back of his fingers across her cheek making her shiver. "I'm sure it has been worth it." The smile as she looked away was all the affirmation he needed.

Sylvia glided over with a plate of cured meats and pickles and lay it on the table in front of them. She graced Luke with a wink before turning on her heels and chuckling to herself. Luke started filling Sarah's plate. She was staring hungrily at the food in front of her. She caught him watching and giggled. "I'm really hungry".

Luke smiled in return, leaning back from her now laden plate. "I'm not surprised judging by the amount you have been rehearsing. Anyway, you need to build up your strength for later."

She shuddered at this and Luke couldn't help widening his grin. "Your enjoying this aren't you" she replied with a mock scowl before matching his smile and digging into the food in front of her.

Wine and conversation flowed as they ate, their mutual arousal simmering hidden but not forgotten beneath the surface.

They were halfway through the main course before Luke registered the tension which was growing in her once more. "Are you nervous? I would be surprised if you weren't"

She gave a shrug. "A little I guess, yes I am"

"Your still in control of the situation, the submissiveness is a role nothing more, you can step out of it whenever you want" Luke smiled "You're not the only one who is a little nervous, I am just more practiced at hiding it. It's more important for me to hide..." he trailed off.

"Thanks Luke, that helps"

They trailed off into silence as they finished eating, neither sure what to say. Luke felt his confidence slipping as if the ground beneath him were gradually tilting. He pushed himself further into role. Leaning back, he caught Sarah's eye and grinned. "Let's get out of here."

He placed money on the table and walked round to pull out Sarah's chair. She pushed back her hair as she rose and a waft of perfume hit him, rekindling any of desire which might have been lost with his confidence. His arm lightly encircled her waist and her body gave another small tremor of excitement. He led her towards the door, and her body drew close as if gathering support from him. They stepped out onto a busy street but his senses were saturated with her. Her scent, her touch, the soft murmur of her voice.

He was oblivious to the drone of London life as he led her through the streets. They reached quieter streets and Luke found himself subconsciously slowing. Sarah's head nestled against his shoulder started to turn fractionally and Luke mirrored her. Or maybe it was her that was mirroring him. They moved synchronously, turning to face one another, the lips meeting.

He pressed her back against the wall feeling the warmth of her body through her clothing. They kissed hungrily. As the intensity increased, her soft lips yielded to his with a series of moans. He pressed into her more firmly, his upper leg grinding between hers. Her long moan was lost in his mouth as she writhed against him.

He broke the kiss, making sure the quiet alley was deserted and delved into his coat pocket. His fingers closed around the curves of an egg-shaped vibrator and withdrawing it, he slipped his hand between her legs. It slipped effortlessly inside and simultaneously he flipped the button on the remote control. She shrieked at the vibrations. A quick dose was all that was necessary. Luke pressed the button again and the vibrator stilled instantly. Gasping, Sarah focussed upon him.

"This is torture! I'm so horny" she moaned with frustration. "You don't need to look so smug."

Luke knew how smug he must look and simply grinned with more intensity. Despite everything she retained that hint of rebellion.

"Come on we've got a train to catch"

They were in an almost deserted tube carriage sitting opposite each other, eyes locked not barely saying a word. Luke flipped the vibrator on for 3 seconds and rejoiced in the look of panic and then ecstasy which swept over Sarah's face. He stated doing this rhythmically, every 10 seconds all the time watching her hungrily. She was struggling to keep herself composed, fighting with her features to stop them from betraying the arousal. For that matter, he was struggling to keep himself composed too. He had planned how things would go tonight, but now his need to have her trumped everything else.

Standing he pulled her from the train two stops early. He led her up the steps almost at a run and out into the London streets. There was a private garden round here that he knew and he led her unerringly towards it, hoisting her over the gate. The square was deserted, as he knew it would be and he just managed to pull her into the shadows before pouncing upon her. She yielded to him absolutely, her body flowing into his. Frantically he pulled the dress from her shoulders, taking only a moment to appreciate her body before closing into her and kissing her deeply. His fingers tugged upon the chain holding her three clamps and his tongue darted into her mouth as it opened to cry out.

He broke away. "Lay down, back on the grass, with your legs spread and your knees pulled up." She didn't hesitate and lay on the cold grass expectantly. Quickly he pulled out of his clothes, watching her mouth open as his cock sprung free. He found a condom from his pocket and lay on top of her positioning himself at the entrance to her pussy, and then locking eyes with her, he thrust to the hilt in one swift movement. Their need was too urgent to take their time over things, he started rhythmically thrusting and her strong body tensed in time, pulling him into her. He was lost in the warmth of her body, the rhythm of their coupling. He found himself thrusting deeper and deeper as all the time they ground together. "Cum for me he grunted" and they both erupted in a quivering heap.