"You're going to wish you had been more careful about the things you hope for."
His voice is low in her ear, sending chills throughout her every nerve. A gasp escapes her shivering body.
"I can feel you trembling. That's only going to excite me more and more. Maybe too much." His tone is growing steadily more ragged. "Before you drive me to lose control, you'll need to know what you're getting into."
His fist yanks her hair back. Stretches her neck and the tremors become shivers become spasms. "He could make me cum like this," she thinks.
She thought she knew him. At least, she knew guys like him and assumed he was like them. It's not as though she were an innocent in the ways of sex and relationships. She was not only advanced for her age, but well versed in the things that interested her. She had been a precocious child and had reached her coming of age with knowledge and poise well beyond her years. It wasn't that she was old in the ways of pleasure either, a reincarnation of ancient geisha or even some kind of sensual savant. She just knew what she wanted. She'd read enough to know what made her body tingle in the right places. Or in the right ways.
She knew what she wanted long before she knew what it was. Her travels through pages of stories and tales of adventures encompassed all the things she hoped someday to experience. Her wrists chafed for leather to clamp upon them and hold them. Her skin thrummed with need and expectation.
The men she chooses come close to her imaginings. Close as the razor edge of orgasm. One that leaves her wanting. Keeps her seeking.
This is how she knew him. Not a disappointment, no, definitely not, but not a complete fulfillment either. Like the others. She thought she was getting the kind of adventure she's come to look for.
"Online hookups really aren't my thing." He says as he looks her over.
She wonders what he sees that's new. They're certainly not strangers anymore. She knows him better than anyone in her life. Had shared more of herself and her secret heart than she ever has.
It wasn't an intentional thing. Something she started out one day to do. He just asked the right questions. Was interested in her. Looked at her, felt for her, listened to what she said. She came to this meeting ready for him. Now uncertainty strikes her. Does he want her? She's hardly the prettiest woman she knows. Not the most popular by any stretch. The most interesting. Or unusual some might say. That's her. Different. He called her intriguing. She liked that.
"I'm glad I made an exception."
His smile relaxes that place in her stomach that had been clenched since she'd seen him walking towards her across the park. She still can't find words.
"Of course, it's not like we're strangers."
There's a dam somewhere above her navel, but below her throat. Words can't get through. Air has a difficult time. Sounds are empty chuffling. Somehow his eyes block her thoughts from becoming speech. His lips weaken her knees. Pictures of his mouth against her neck melt her fingertips.
"I suppose it's normal to take you someplace private and perform all your little fantasies just the way we've worked them out."
His timbre sends intricate waves of coming disaster crashing over her. She feels the ominous throbbing of machinery beyond her control. Her head spins and colors refract into splinters of sensation.
"I want to enjoy you." He looks her up and down. Thoroughly. Gazes into her crevices and she feels his approval like a living thing.
"I do hope I've prepared you enough." His eyes deepen. "You're going to please me." She shivers. "You're going to do whatever I need from you." He gives a sanctioning nod. "You'll work hard to please me. I'm going to enjoy you very much."
He gathers her and finds her mouth. Light nibbles and touches. Sighs slip out and hover around them. The nips and nudges run across her mouth corner to corner. She feels warmth cover her raw nerves and her bones soften.
"Come here." He takes her hand and leads her down the path. After about a half mile or maybe more, he pulls her off into the woods.
Before she realizes what's happening, he has her pinned to a tree.The trunk separates her breasts and the rough bark penetrates her thin blouse.
"Many women are submissive, but on their own terms. Nothing happens that they don't allow. They're able to maintain a form of control." His voice is low and growling. She feels his erection digging into the meat of her buttock where he presses her firmly to the wood. She thinks, with a smirk, ."he wants me." An earthy smell invades her thoughts, then, and keeps her from holding onto any other single one.
"You're not going to have any control with me. When you agree to submit you'll be all in and I'll do what I want with you."
The words shimmer from the base of her skull to her tailbone where they flare into bright heat and spread through her groin.
"You need to really think about what you agree to." She feels his hard on grow even stiffer as it jabs her hip. She gives a wiggle. It's all she can manage to do, pressed against the tree this way.
"Your struggles, your pleadings, even your tears will all only serve to excite me all the more. It's what really turns me on." As if to punctuate this, his hardness jerks and pulses, searching for a way into her clothes.
"Think it over well. I know we've talked about it and you decided this is what you want. You're here to meet me and to jump right in and fuck, but you may not be anywhere near prepared for the the intensity that my kind of play will bring." He moves closer to her ear. The feel of his cock overwhelming.
"Memories are connected to our senses. You're going to remember starting this journey every time you smell pine. The tree is so fragrant that it'll always be associated with your decision to give yourself completely."
