*As always, a special thanks to my EnchantedFool*
It had been a long time since Anna had slept so well. Often she would wake multiple times in the night, taking hours to get back to sleep. This time, Arin's soft breathing seemed to lull her back into exquisitely dirty dreams. At one point he made his way under the covers, tracing her bare thighs with his tongue and drinking in every inch of her as if she was quenching a thirst deep within him. She lost track of the orgasms before falling into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.
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The sun shone through the sheer curtains and onto the fine hair on the back of Arin's neck. A scar she had not noticed before shimmered along the light skin on his shoulder. She couldn't help but lean to trace it with her fingertip before slipping out of bed. He groaned softly and rolled over with his arm over his eyes.
"Someone's not a morning person," she whispered to herself before tiptoeing to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, ran across the street and got dressed for her morning run all while he slumbered in the bed.
Snipping off the tags of the new soft floral spandex pants and matching tank top, she laid them neatly on the armchair. As she tossed his other clothes in the hamper, she noticed the pair of dress shoes he wore the night before and chuckled before slipping back into the bedroom. She leaned against the door frame and shook her head at the sight of him under the covers. As cute as he was, she refused to tiptoe in her own house past 7 am.
Anna cleared her throat, saying his name gently in an effort to rouse him. He didn't budge an inch. Then she tried tugging the edge of the blankets away from him, exposing his bare ass and pretty pink thong to the morning light. Still nothing.
Finally, she pounced on top of him and tickled him relentlessly until he wriggled out of her reach. He laughed softly but grumbled as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning dramatically.
"Out of bed, sleepyhead. A run will do you some good," she said, hoping back out of bed and stretching the tense muscles in her lower back. His eyes popped open and focused on the cleavage in her low cut tank top.
"Good thing you woke when you did. I was about to fetch my whips," she teased.
He turned in the direction of the rack against the wall squinting as though he was looking at strange foreign objects.
"I'm not sure I'd even feel that at this hour. What time is it, anyway?" He mumbled.
"Time for a run. I already told you. Now get up and get dressed. We're losing daylight here," she ordered, turning around to stretch and touch her toes.
His head tilted to better view her ass in the stretchy black material before speaking. "A...run? Sure...I guess, but it's Saturday, isn't it? Just give me an hour to go find some coffee," he slurred, fighting off a yawn.
Anna couldn't help but frown and put her hands on her hips. He had already shifted her whole morning routine and now he was back-talking her.
"No. I said Now. Your clothes are on the chair and if you don't have them on in five minutes, I really will have to spank you." Something in her voice made the amused grin slide from his face for a moment before he slipped right back into his previous sleepy state. He chuckled softly and shook his head as he pulled himself out of bed.
"A run before coffee...I sorta figured you were a sadist but this is extreme." He sighed, choosing to walk around her to keep at a safe distance of her scowl. "Wait, this is what I'm supposed to wear? These...these are pink." He breathed, biting his lip and reaching to tentatively touch the soft floral tights as if the fabric might burn his skin.
"Your point is?" she said, closing the distance between them and leaning over his shoulder to see the clothes, this time through in his eyes. He dropped them on the chair when he felt her behind him.
"You really want me to wear...um...just where do you go running?"
"We'll go down the street, through the public park and then take a little trail that is just lovely this time of year," she whispered, leaning in closer to enjoy the tensing of his muscles as he processed what she wanted from him.
"The park on a Saturday morning? It will be full of people, Anna. I'll die of
embarrassment," he whined, picking the spandex back up and nervously stroking the fabric with his fingertips.
She reached around him to grip the bulge that was already twitching through the panties that she forced him to wear, pressing her body against his bare back. He gasped softly at her touch, leaning into her hand with a soft whimper.
"I think you're much more likely to cum in your pants than to die, pet,"
"I...uh...I don't know why it got that way so quickly, really," he said, trying to still his hips from moving.
"You don't know hmm? Shall I tell you?" She tightened her grip, squeezing his cock and slowly stroking to the rhythm of his hips.
"Yes...please do." His voice was eager until she released him and stepped away.
"First tell me what makes you think I'm a sadist."
He stayed very still for a few minutes as he gathered himself, then motioned to the whips and crops.
"I don't think that's such a bad thing, necessarily. I just get the sense that my discomfort, or maybe pain...excites you. Am I so far off?"
"No, you're not. I guess I've been looking for a true masochist for a while now. They aren't easy to find. Most subs are just so eager to please that they will pretend to like anything, but it's not fun for me if they are just pretending." Her voice was low as she watched him consider her words.
"And you think I'm...that?"
"Of course you are, Arin. You can't be that clueless can you?"
She pointed firmly at the clothes, causing him to shyly slip off the panties and slide the soft tights up onto his muscled hips. They fit snug and she couldn't help but reach out to slap the shapely outline of his ass. The name seemed to surprise him more than the slap, and he slowly repeated it aloud while running his fingers over the soft fabric.
"I...know I'm submissive. I'm not really into pain...but maybe you're right."
"Maybe isn't going to cut it, pet. You need to know for sure, and so do I. I know how to prove it if you trust me," she called making her way to the kitchen to fill up the water bottles.
"I...I think I can trust you. I know I want to. But how would we prove that?"
He called after her, slipping on the soft pink top and looking around for a pair of socks. When she returned to the living room, she scanned him up and down carefully.
"You know, those leggings show off Every. Little. Tiny. Imperfection." she said, enunciating little and tiny as she nodded toward the modest bulge in his pants.
His eyes grew wide and slid down to follow her gaze as a soft whimper escaped his chest, his face a deep crimson. The twitching cock in his leggings was already giving him away.
"It's...only an inch and a sixteenth shorter than the latest research on worldwide tumescent averages," he sputtered, casually moving a hand in front of his bulge.
"Well, there's no way to hide it now, and of course you must be sure to control your excitement. EVERYONE will be able to see that too."
She grinned, tossing the bottle at him and forcing him to move the shield in front of him. As she swayed toward the door, he scurried to follow, almost as if being pulled by a leash.
"Aren't you going to ask permission to use the little girl's room or do you plan to use a tree during our run?" she teased, turning to face him and stopping him in his tracks. A sudden realization came over his face as he glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and squeezed the ache in his leggings.
"Oh...Of course, now that you mention it I do need to, badly. May I?"
"Yes, if you sit and HURRY," she said rolling her eyes and glancing at her watch.
He hesitated before making his way to the bathroom, a look of confusion on his face. A moment later, he appeared at the front door, still semi-hard and glancing around nervously as if someone was going to snatch him up and eat him.
"I've never...um...done it that way before, sitting I mean," he murmured before she sprinted off in the direction of the park.
Several eyes were already turning to them as he struggled to keep up with her. As she glanced over at him, his eyes were glazed over with embarrassment and his cheeks were brighter pink than his top.
Despite the absolute panic written all over his face, his cock made it clear that he was loving every minute. As they rounded the corner and made their way onto the hard pavement of the park, she wondered how much further she could push him.
Finally, Anna's feet left the pavement behind for the soft dirt trail as she slowed her pace, turning to Arin. She searched his face, eager to drink up every drop of panic.
"Having fun?" She asked, turning her focus to his lips, and then to the bulge in the leggings.
"Yeah...I guess"
"You guess? Can you be more specific, pet? This is an experiment, after all, one does need to have feedback," she breezed, with a wide smile.
"It's complicated. I'm ashamed by this...and ashamed that I should be excited by this."
A small drop of sweat slid its way down his neck as she moved forward to grip his hips with both hands, pulling him close enough to peer into his eyes.
"So, I guess you know what that means don't you?"
"That...um...maybe you are right about me?" His voice was low and his breathing suddenly grew harder. Anna found herself fixated on the small quiver of his lower lip.
Her body was just as excited by this as his. Just the idea of finding someone who pairs so well with your impulses was enough. It was made all the more intense by this sudden rush of electricity whenever he was close to her.
"You'll learn soon enough that I'm right about most things. Being a masochist is nothing to be ashamed of, you know. It's not a four-letter word. Actually, you're pretty lucky."
