Author's note: This was originally planned to be the end of a trilogy. I've since written two more parts, which are both much longer. I have revised this entry, and the previous two, accordingly.
Ella had recently moved into Tim's upmarket apartment. It was in Limehouse, in East London, a part of the city that had been rejuvenated in the '80s and was now a thriving business district, full of gleaming chrome towers and trendy restaurants. Their life together was going well. When Ella had moved in, the apartment had felt sterile, like a showroom. Now they had art on the walls, photos on the fridge, and vases of fresh flowers on the sideboards. The kitchen had a wine rack and a spice rack. It felt less like the place where Tim slept, and more like a home.
Tim was close to her dream man. He was sensitive, polite, and honest, as well as being a dreamboat with a square jaw and cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on. He was slightly taller than her and broad-shouldered, with toned, defined muscles that gave him an attractive inverted-V shape. His hair had grown out over the last few months, and he now had a thick chestnut mane to complement his piercing steel-blue eyes. She never had to ask him to pull his weight with the housework -- he took pride in his cleanliness and was an excellent cook. The apartment looked great, and it smelled great too -- as, for that matter, did Tim, whose skincare routine left him smelling of coconut.
For her part, Ella was pleased with her appearance. Her button nose sat on a round face that was framed well by her straight chocolate-brown hair. She had a slender frame and small, pert breasts, but her butt was enviable: high, firm, and plump. She was also far from vapid -- she considered herself intelligent, kind, and cultured, and valued those qualities much more highly than her appearance. Tim was a dreamboat, yes, and she was lucky to have found him -- but she also knew that she was a catch in her own right.
Ella had been dating Tim for almost three months, and things were going well. They'd met when they were both undergrads at Cambridge. Ella had always held a flame for Tim, but he'd been spoken for -- until she ran into him again in London and they'd struck up a relationship. On their first night together, Tim invited Ella back to his place and introduced her to BDSM. Tim was a tender, delicate Dom, who took care to treat Ella with respect even during their sessions. At first, Ella had been apprehensive about the world of kink, but she had come to appreciate bondage, submission, and masochism. She got a lot of pleasure out of being restrained and spanked.
Tim had confessed to her that Ella's embrace of kink actually surpassed his expectations. She was, he said, the ideal sub: open to new experiences, honest about her limits, flexible, capable of receiving a lot of pleasure from a little pain, and with a high pain threshold and tolerance. Of course, she was also drop-dead gorgeous with a great butt, which was a very enjoyable cherry on the top of the cake.
Tim went as far as to say that Ella was too good to keep for himself, and suggested that she might enjoy a threesome with an old flame of his, a bisexual Domme called Nina. This gave Ella three new experiences: it was her first threesome, her first time having sex with a woman, and her first time submitting to two people at once. Nina had slightly different inclinations to Tim, which helped Ella discover more facets of her sexuality. Rather than complicating things, this helped to strengthen their relationship. During the day, while they were both at work, Tim would drop Ella texts to let her know he was thinking of her. They went dates to the theatre, cinema, galleries, gigs, and dinner. Their tastes overlapped, but not completely. That was ideal -- they enjoyed most of the same things, but they could also introduce each other to their personal favourites. Ella showed Tim the works of the old masters in the National Portrait Gallery, talking to him about the evolution of art through the Renaissance. Another evening, Tim took Ella to a punk rock gig and kept her safe amidst the pogoing and moshing. They emerged caked in sweat, exhausted and exhilarated.
Eventually, Ella gave her notice to her landlord and moved into Tim's flat. It was a big step. Tim found it harder to space out their lovemaking sessions, but now most of the sex they had was vanilla. They saved the BDSM for the occasional treat in order to stop it growing stale.
One morning, Tim awoke at the crack of dawn to find Ella giving him a handjob.
"Good morning, handsome," she said, as she continued to stroke his penis. "Looks like someone's ready for another round." She smiled at him, and took him into her mouth. She could faintly taste herself on him from their late-night intercourse.
Tim ran his fingers through her hair, feeling proud. This was his girl -- wild, impulsive, and unabashedly carnal. He'd taught her so much, so well. She'd gone from reserved and unadventurous to enthusiastically debauched.
Ella loved the way Tim looked at her. He, in turn, loved how comfortable she was in his presence, and how well that reflected upon them both. There was so much more to their relationship than animalistic passion. They laughed and cried at the same things. They delighted in each other's company, but were also comfortable showing their vulnerability. Life was good.
Ella felt ever more confident in her own sexuality. No longer constrained by her old inhibitions, she and Tim dived into kinks that even she, an impulsive knowledge seeker and something of a know-it-all, had never read about. They had a strong rapport, which was the foundation for a lot of sexual risk-taking and exploration.
That morning, after Tim came in Ella's mouth and she swallowed his salty cum, he rolled on top of her and began to go down on her. He kissed her neck, nibbling softly, and she threw her head back in pleasure. Tim descended, lavishing attention on her nipples. Her arousal soared as he mawed and pawed at her breasts. He covered every inch of her chest in kisses.
Ella squirmed in pleasure beneath him. She wanted his cock inside her. Tim, a master of his craft, relished her response. He deftly built Ella's anticipation, exploring every nook and cranny as he descended down towards his goal. Tim ran a line of kisses down from her cleavage over her belly button. He then veered off to the side, aiming his kisses towards her right hip, before spiralling inwards. She was slightly sweaty, and Tim appreciated the salty taste of her sweat. He lapped at her labia, then made ever-tightening circles around her clitoris with his tongue. Finally, when he could close the gap no longer, he reached out gently and deliberately with the tip of his tongue, and made the faintest of touches against her clitoris. The touch sent electric currents coursing through Ella. She cried out. His skill at this was quite literally breathtaking. She felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs by a powerful vacuum.
Ella's moaned with pleasure as Tim lapped and sucked at her vulva. Tim felt so attuned to her. It was a virtuous cycle. Her gasps of pleasure turned him on and drove him to intensify his cunnilingus. Ella ran her hands through his thick hair, pushing on the back of his head.
"Don't stop... don't you dare stop..."
She found herself gasping for breath as her climax neared. Tim didn't ease up, and Ella's orgasm crashed upon her, leaving her gasping for breath as her heart thudded in her chest.
"Are you ready for me?" Tim said, mounting her. Ella was still panting, but she nodded. He slowly entered her wetness. She arched her back as he filled her completely. It was as if the universe shifted when he was inside her. She wrapped her legs around his body and dug her fingernails into his toned back. Just as her second orgasm crashed upon her, he succumbed. With a guttural moan, he thrust deep inside her as his semen burst forth into her vagina.
Tim rolled off Ella and they lay next to each other, both gasping.
"You came quickly," Ella said, stroking his cheek.
"That's because you're incredibly hot," said Tim, grinning.
"Thanks, babe," said Ella, "but I have to be honest, it feels like there's not much more for me to learn. I want to push myself further, but my imagination is failing me. I learned a lot from Nina, and I'd quite like to see someone else submit to you."
Tim had been casually domming for a few women when he'd met Ella. His new girlfriend had fulfilled all his wildest dreams, and he'd cut things off with all the others. He hadn't seen any of them for the past few months, brushing them off in texts by explaining his new relationship.
"Are you sure, Ella? I think you're perfect the way you are. Another threesome could throw up some... unwanted emotions."
"I'm sure," said Ella. "I enjoyed watching you have sex with Nina. I think I could learn more from watching another submissive."
The possibility intrigued Tim. "I'll have a think. I'm definitely not saying no, but I'll need to find the right person. It would be a very intimate situation."
"Thank you, that's all I ask," said Ella. They kissed. "Have a good day, love."
Over the coming days, Tim reached out to a number of former paramours. He'd been casually, irregularly seeing a handful of women prior to meeting Ella, and they'd appreciated his discretion as well as his particular appetites. After a few days, he had expressions of interests from three women, who were all prepared to get dominated in front of Ella.
Tim handed Ella the phone, letting her swipe through pictures of the candidates. Ella's eyes nearly popped out of her head looking at the first woman, a striking redhead with curves in all the right places. She had a stunning hourglass figure, combining large breasts and a heart-shaped bottom with a wasp waist.
"That's Lorna," said Tim. "She lives in Manchester, but we'd hook up whenever she was down here. She'll be around in a couple of weeks, if that's what you want."
"I like the look of her," said Ella, blushing. "But I'm not sure I measure up."
