I met Jake at the party of an old college friend who lived in Brooklyn. It was an annual event meant to celebrate the beginning of summer, and every year Dan seemed to invite more people.
I had been standing alone on the balcony for several minutes, wanting a break from the noise inside, when Jake tapped me on the shoulder.
"Hello there," he said. "I thought you looked lonely out here."
Even before I turned to look at him, I felt a frisson of pleasure run through me. There was something about his calm, commanding voice that struck a nerve somewhere deep inside me. And when I saw that he was tall, broad-shouldered, and well built, the frisson settled between my legs in a distinct tingle. I have always been attracted to tall, rugged men, and Jake was the epitome of my type.
We introduced ourselves, swapped stories about how we knew Dan, talked about our careers (I'm a lawyer; he's a financial advisor), and shared some personal history. Before I knew it the evening was over, and Jake was asking for my phone number.
"This isn't one of those times I'm going to give a man my phone number and never hear from him again, is it?" I teased as I scribbled the digits on a scrap of paper I'd found in my purse."
"I can't imagine any man being stupid enough not to call you, Abby," Jake replied with a smile. "I'm planning to get to know you much, much better."
There was something about the way Jake emphasized the word "much" that made my knees feel momentarily weak. As he reached down to kiss my cheek, I felt that pleasant tingle once again. The air was almost crackling with sexual energy.
Jake was true to his word. He texted me the next day and asked if I would have dinner with him the following Friday. That first date was soon followed by another, and I found myself spending a good part of my days thinking about our time together. We talked effortlessly about a wide range of subjects, and the chemistry between us was palpable. There was something about the way Jake looked at me with his dark blue eyes that made me feel he could see deep inside me. It was both exciting and a little scary.
After each of our first two dates, Jake kissed me at the end of the evening before putting me into a cab to take me home. One part of me respected him for not trying to get me into bed right away, but another part of me wished he didn't have such scruples. I couldn't remember ever feeling such a strong attraction for a man, and his kisses left me pulsating with frustration.
So when he suggested we go back to his apartment at the end of our third date, I had to work hard to hide my excitement. I didn't want to look too eager, after all, though the truth was I'd shaved down there that morning and chosen my sexiest panties and bra.
I wasn't sure what to expect when we got inside. I thought Jake would probably offer me a drink or take me on a tour of the apartment. Instead he came up behind me and gripped my shoulders with both hands.
"I have this feeling about you, Abby," he said in a quiet voice, "and I want to see if it's true. I think you are longing for someone to take charge of you and push your sexual boundaries. I think you want someone to dominate you."
I opened my mouth to reply but couldn't make any words come out. One part of me was shocked and offended. What kind of woman did he think I was? Then I realized that the crotch of my panties was soaked, and I'd never felt so aroused in my life.
Taking my silence for assent, Jake steered me further into the apartment and bent me over the dining room table. He lifted up my dress and yanked my panties down to my knees. Then he started to gently caress my ass.
"I think you've been a naughty girl, Abby," he said in that deep, authoritative voice that pushed all of my buttons. "I think you've been having dirty thoughts because I can see how wet your pussy is. What do you think should happen to naughty girls?"
"I don't know," I finally managed to stammer.
"Do you think they should get their pretty bare bottoms spanked, like this?" He pulled his hand back and gave my right ass cheek a stinging smack. "And this?" He did the same thing to my left cheek.
"Yes," I whimpered, aware simultaneously that my ass stung like hell and my clit was throbbing like an overworked boiler.
Jake continued to spank me for several minutes, stopping now and then to brush the back of his hand against my pussy. When he finally stopped, he slid his thumb inside me and began to play with my clit with his middle finger. By this point I was making high-pitched moaning sounds and squirming to create more friction with his finger.
"Are you going to come for me like a good girl?" he asked as he increased the speed with which he was massaging my clit.
"Yes," I whispered between moans. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come."
And a second later I did just that. I'd never had such an intense orgasm before, and it seemed to go on and on. Long after I thought it was over, I kept having these unexpected aftershocks of pleasure.
Jake pulled me up from the table, turned me around, and kissed me. It was a long, slow kiss that made me feel dizzy. Before I had a chance to recover, he picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. Once there, he stripped off the rest of my clothes and put me onto the bed on my knees and forearms.