Evolution 3

*Please note this story is the prequel to THE SUPERBOWL, but it's not confusing if you read them out of order. VOTE! VOTE! VOTE! This story is sole property of the author and may not be copied or reproduced without author's consent.

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EVOLUTION

Part One

she needed to play. Needed to learn more. she was without a Daddy and sometimes it physically hurt. her last Daddy had released her due to His family and financial circumstances. It was unforeseeable and now, in hindsight, she was glad He had done it but it still pained a bit. His release had left her without a Daddy to guide her in her BDSM growth. she was left frustrated and horny. More than horny, she was feeling lost. Abandoned in the middle of her process.

she often went to various groups and chat rooms just to feed off of "Dominate energy." However, the sharks came out with teeth glaring as soon as she signed on. This made her feel like a goldfish in a shark tank and she said so on one profile. Then she met someone who promised He would not bite unless she begged Him to. Shel sent her a message saying He knew exactly how she felt and to just be careful. He even offered to teach her how to "bite back." They soon started chatting and He answered her many questions about the lifestyle, submission and even how to choose a Dom/Daddy.

Although He never really hit on her, it soon became clear that Shel was attracted to her. she did not know how to take it so she pretended not to notice for a long time. One of the first things He'd shared about true Doms was that They wouldn't approach her in a sexual manner until They knew her well. Moreover, He was very respectful and guarded her feelings well. He continued to answer her questions and even ask her some of His own. He continued to push her to learn and to grow. Moreover, in her growth, her need and passion grew too.

she was totally against playing, as it felt to her like a one night stand in the vanilla world. But she felt if she could "play" with anyone it could be Him. she trusted Him, sight unseen, and she trusted Him. So she and a sub friend had the idea of asking Him if He would and could play with her. she nervously asked Him. He said yes, but in the back of her mind, she wondered if just playing with Him would be enough.

They decided when and where to meet for the first time. He requested that she wear a skirt. Length of her choosing, but with heels and thigh high stockings. She chose a casual jean skirt with high heel boots with her favorite soft pink sweater. They didn't decide if they would play or not. They would just "play" it by ear. He requested that she pack a bag, just in case they decided to remain together for the weekend. A Starbucks fit the bill even though she wasn't a coffee fan. she blushed when she first saw Him. she knew it was He immediately!

"Not too many 6'6" tall black men in Starbucks on a regular!" she thought.

she pretended not to see Him. Not because she was necessarily shy, but because she didn't think she could hold His intense gaze while He crossed the coffee shop.

He walked right to her table and said her name.

"Simona."

Almost whispered it. But she heard it. she felt it, even in the noisy Starbucks. she closed her eyes and smiled before she looked up. Up at the man she so wanted to climb. It was an inside joke between them, but she was serious about it. she smiled up at Him and couldn't help but shiver as a flash of Him with a handful of her hair crossed her mind and sent a little jolt to her vagina. Instead of grabbing her hair, He grabbed her hand and squeezed as He sat down with a big, sly grin on His face.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, miss!"

she blushed and threw up her hands in surrender, "What?? I didn't do anything!"

He laughed, "It's not what you did, its what you were thinking!"

"I plead the fif Shel!!!!" was all she would say.

They had discussed the nasty thoughts and what they did to her body before, so He knew she was humming right about now. Not humming with her mouth, but her pussy would hum when He said or did certain things. Now she thought He could do it at will.

she managed to sit and talk with Him for over two hours, all the while, alternating between blushing and grinning. He just had that affect on her. And He indeed, loved to watch her squirm under His intense and deliberate gaze.

"So, shall we leave here and be alone or sit and chat more? You decide, miss."

"YES! LET'S LEAVE HERE TOGETHER!" she screamed in her head.

But instead she lowered her gaze and quietly said, "Yes Papi, I'm ready if You are," using the name they had decided she would call Him when she felt comfortable enough.

He stood and offered her His large hand. Instantly she felt safe when she put her small hand in His and walked out with Him. But what would happen now?

Part deux

"Where are we going Papi?" she asked, barely above a whisper as they exited the coffee house, Him holding her hand tightly.

"Shhh chikara. Do you trust Me?"

He stopped as He said her pet name and asked the ultimate question of the night. she immediately opened her mouth to say YES as He stopped her with one finger.

"Please think about this, because if you say yes, you will be mine until we run out of time this weekend. I will control you completely. I will control your time, your body, your mind, your pleasure....all of you will belong to Me. And I will not release you until it is time for you to return home."

she lowered her head and looked up at Him thru thick eyelashes and answered quietly, "Yes Papi, I trust You."

"Good! We begin." He grinned thru big smile and continued to lead her to His car.

He spoke gently and intimately to her on the drive.

"I have reserved us a cottage about an hours drive away. It is very cozy and we are not near others, as you may tend to get loud."

She looked at Him quickly and He wore a sly grin and continued, "you trust me, so relax and let Me do what I do best. Now lay back and close your eyes. You will need your rest."

Before she could object, her seat was lowered slightly and His eyes returned to the road.

"Guess I will rest." she thought to herself, as if she had any choice in the matter.

"Chikara?"

She slowly opened her eyes, she had almost fallen asleep that quickly. "Yes Papi?"

"Mine, what's the rule for sitting in a dress or skirt?"

His eyes never left the road and it took her a minute to become fully awake and focus on the question. The answer clicked after a second and she shifted her weight up slightly so she could raise the skirt up over her ass in the back. After settling back in her seat she looked up and saw that His eyes had never left the road, so she laid her head back and closed her eyes again.

"Good girl.", she barely heard as she smiled and drifted off again.

Somewhere along the quiet drive she started to awaken to His strong right hand caressing her thigh. It was so peaceful, the hum of the engine, soft jazz playing on the radio and His firm touch. She kept her eyes shut and pretended to remain asleep. His hand went up and down her thigh, sometimes tickling, sometimes scratching.

Then in a voice no greater than a whisper she heard, "chikara open."

And almost instantly her thighs fell open. She was amazed her body knew what her head hadn't fully realized yet. She felt slight pressure on one thigh and opened wider to meet His need. He began to tickle the inside of her thighs now, still moving slowly up and down.

She silently begged, "Please go higher Papi! Please touch me there!"

But she knew better than to say it aloud. He might remove His hand altogether.

Madingly, He continued to drive and tease. Tease and drive. She tried hard to steady her breathing and keep her eyes closed. The bass in His voice vibrated their small space.

"My chikara, if you can cum, please cum for Me. Please cum in My hand."

And with that, His long fingers quickly entered her dripping wet pussy and began to work sheer magic.

She whispered sadly, "Papi, You know I never cum."

But she was oh so enjoying the ride. She relaxed and decided to just float with her feelings and opened her legs as wide as a car seat would allow. Softly she moaned and groaned under His strong fingers. He dipped in and out of her wetness, never relenting. When His wet fingers touched her button she almost screamed. He felt her body stiffen and wondered if an orgasm was on the horizon. He was bound and determined to give her one. Furiously, He worked her fun button, fast then slow. It was deliciously driving her crazy and she felt her hips rise up from the seat to meet His fingers.

"Oh Papi!" she hissed through clenched teeth.

Amazingly the build up was coming and they both knew it just might lead to the big O. He knew exactly what would help.

"chikara, you are Mine. Do you not want to please Papi? Will Papi play with His toy in vain? Will My work be in vain, chikara? Do you not wish to please Me baby? Make your Papi smile. Make me happy, Mine. Cum on my hand and I promise that I will allow you to lick My fingers."

Immediately something broke in her mind. Stars exploded behind closed eyes and she bucked and bucked against His hand. Ah, her orgasm! He continued to move His fingers as He felt her pussy spasm over and over on His hand. Slowly, she came down and wore a huge smile.

"Thank You Papi!" she cooed with a cat-who-ate-the-canary smile.

"First of many for this weekend baby."

He placed His fingers to His lips and quickly flicked His tongue across one and moaned, "Mmmm delicious!"

And offered her a taste as He had promised. She proceeded to lick His fingers and hand clean, taking time with each finger and between as well.

He felt his dick growing in His pants and she must have too because she asked, "Papi can I take care of You?"

"Later sweetness, we will soon arrive at our destination. Rest your eyes."

Part Three

"Wake up chikara, we're here." Papi said barely above a whisper.

But she heard Him all the same. More like she felt him. A small stretch and she opened her eyes, automatically reaching to pull down her skirt. She'd forgotten why it was up, till she heard a small clearing of the throat next to her.

"You'd forgotten, pet? No problem. You'll remember soon enough. We've reached our destination."

She raised her head to see a small cabin. Quaint yet modern. Almost charming, like a picture postcard. He pulled up slowly in front and popped the trunk.

"Do not move mine." He said with a chuckle before getting out of the car.

With a slight stretch of his long legs, He goes to the trunk to remover their bags and comes around to her side. It had been soo long since a man had opened her car door.

"Wait a minute," she thought, "had a man ever opened my door?"

Giggling at the thought, she swung out her shapely legs and received a small whistle. Just the response she'd hoped for when she'd chosen the boots and skirt.

"What's so funny Mine? Inside joke?" He asked.

"Something like that. Just considering the past." she replied.

"Well, your past doesn't exist for the rest of this weekend. Consider your future." He said while lifting her up into His arms for a quick kiss, literally sweeping her off her feet.

"How many arms does this man have?" she thought as He lowered His prey like a piece of paper and walked toward the cabin door with their bags still in hand.

As she climbed the cottage steps she knew that her life would never be the same after this weekend. This wasn't a simple weekend getaway. Pausing on the last step up, she wondered if she was ok with that. Step backward and never know or keep going and embrace the future, whatever it may be. With a smile on her face, she stepped forward into her new future.

The cottage was as lovely as she knew it would be. It was large enough for the two of them, yet still intimate. The floor plan was open yet cozy. There are candles and fresh flowers all around and she turned looking for Him. How did He know she would agree to come with Him? Just when she was about to call out to Him, the door closed behind her. As she went to turn towards the door, she was pushed into it with her face kissing the wood and strong, big body pressed into her back.

She gasped, but before she could speak, a large hand was placed over her mouth and a hot sexy voice melted in her hear.

"Now I have you where I want you, lil' one. Trapped in my web. And I will not let you out until I'm done toying with you."

As He's speaking He is running His left hand roughly down her body. Pausing briefly to tease her hot spots. He nudged her legs apart with his knee so quickly that she almost fell.

"I got you. You will not fall. Trust me! Do you trust me?" He cooed.

She could only nod her head yes and moan loudly as her response got the reward she had hoped. Two long fingers were pushed into her pussy without mercy. Not shocked to find that she was sopping wet, she threw her head back as far as his hand would permit. Sticking out her tongue in an attempt to make contact with some part of his body, she moaned in vain.

"Both hands on the door and do not move, mine!" he said sternly but softly.

Quickly placing both hands on the door, she closed her eyes as she felt something cool run up the side of her neck. Before she could figure out what the object was, she heard material ripping. Her warm, fuzzy sweater was being cut off her with a very sharp knife!

She attempted to turn and was quickly reminded to be still by a whispered voice in her ear. Terrified of the knife, she froze and moaned. How could she be even wetter by the destruction of her favorite sweater? A knife was dangerous wasn't it?

She felt the cold steel go slowly up her spine and then stop mid-way to pop her bra strap. Elastic fled as it was cut away. Next came the skirt. Instead of simply unzipping it, she felt the knife go from her waist down, material separating like butter.

"It will be replaced." was whispered gruffly in her ear.

A low, guttural moan ripped her throat like butter. She was enjoying having her hesitations cut away. Naked, pressed against a door in just thigh-highs and boots. Oh, he took a step back to look at his handiwork and smiled. With a puddle of clothes at her feet, she was shivering, more from fear and anticipation than the temperature. She was going to be so much fun. So beautiful and yet she didn't even know it. But she would soon!

He couldn't resist licking her spine from her ass crack up to her neck bone. Chuckling to himself as she struggled to remain still. A nibble on her earlobe and a husky whisper, "Who's beautiful?"

Receiving no answer, he switched ears and this time instead of a sexy nibble she received a firm bite.

"Who's beautiful?" he breathed after her yelp.

"I am?" she questioned.

Stroking her neck with the blade, going around to graze her right nipple with the steel, he began, "Let's try this once more love. Who's beautiful? Loudly too, so they can hear you on Mars!"

Yelling from her diaphragm, "I AM!" Even though her mind still questioned her answer.

"Ah, very good. And for that you get a reward." He stated.

Squatting down, knife still in hand, he began to stroke her legs with his hands and his blade. Using his tongue, he began to bathe her ass like a cat. Stroking her inner thigh, he pushed her legs more apart and pulled her ass closer to his face.

"Mmmm, " He moaned, "I have another question for you beautiful."

"Ohhh yes Papi! Anything, Yes!" she moaned into the door.

"Ah, but Mine, I have yet to ask the question." he laughed. "The question is, who's are you? Who do you belong to this weekend?"

"YOU PAPI!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while his tongue began to tease the area between her asshole and puss.

"Good! Bet they heard that on Mars. Another....who do you belong to after this weekend?" he sneakily asked.

She turned her head, hesitant to break the rules. Looking down at his smiling face she slowly answered. "I have no choice but to give the same answer." But instead of a yell, a faint whisper escaped her lips, "You Papi."

The next sound heard was that of a knife hitting a hardwood floor and a swoosh of a big man picking up his girl in one swoop, growling as He quickly moved.

Part Four

His eyes were focused on her. Her eyes were focused on Him. She wasn't sure where he was taking her, but at this point it really didn't matter. She would've gone with Him anywhere.

"Shall we make love?" He asked slyly.

She lowered her eyes and shook her head no and he fully understood. She didn't want traditional, vanilla lovemaking. She wanted, no fully expected, to have her arms binded, hair pulled, ass spanked and any other wicked thing He would come up with. And looking at the wicked gleam in His eyes, she knew His mind was working overtime.

Taking her into a large bedroom with a huge bed, He placed her in the middle of what looked like a mattress ocean. After all, He was 6'6". No little bed would fit Him.

Suddenly she felt shy. Naked in a big bed with the big bad wolf veering down at her. Not to mention, He was still fully clothed. Which only made her feel more vulnerable.

"Imagining all the things we'll do or regretting being here, Mine?"

"Imagining and anticipating." was her response.

"Good! Would you prefer to be blindfolded? It may help you relax?" He asked.

"Yes please Papi. I think I'd like that."

"Good. We shall begin. Remember the word we talked about?" He inquired.

"Yes Papi. A safe word right? I've chosen one. It's turquoise." she smiled.

"Turquoise it is then Mine. Close your eyes beautiful. Don't be afraid to use it." He said as He prepared.

Suddenly wrapped in darkness, she wished she'd said no blindfold. "Relax. Remember, you trust me. I'm not going to do anything you haven't been dreaming about." He chuckled.

Remembering that other senses intensify when one is deprived, she perked her ears to listen. What was he doing? She thought she heard chains, and maybe leather. No, she smelled leather. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.

"Listening hard aren't you Mine? And what do you hear?" He asked.

"I can't really tell." she honestly replied.

"Good. Arms up!" was His only response.

When she raised her arms, they were pulled further over her head and she heard a quick click of cuffs. Her wrists were pulled tight and a quick kiss was planted on her nose. She giggled, but remained nervous. She felt hands on her sides and stomach tickling her. She began to wiggle and beg for Him to stop.

"Please Papi! I will pee on myself!" she laughed.

"Go ahead, we need your bladder to be empty anyway. I have an experiment I want to try later." He replied.

There was no way she could release her bladder she promised herself. She would die of embarrassment.

"Please, Papi! Now I really have to go badly! Please may I?" she begged.

Releasing the cuffs and scooping her up, He quickly desposited her bottom on the toilet, while she was still wearing her blindfold.

"Thank you Papi. May I have some privacy?" she asked after not hearing Him leave the bathroom.

"No, you may not Mine. You're all mine, and that includes your bodily functions." He simply stated. "Now please hurry, we have much to do."

Seeing she had no option, she quickly used the bathroom, no matter how embarrassed she was. Another first, using the bathroom with an audience! In a blindfold! She couldn't see the smile on His face. Quickly wiping, she stood up and said, "I'm done Papi."

"Good girl!" He praised as He flushed.

Blushing thru her blindfold, she swooned at that phrase. Why did it affect her that way she wondered. Scooping her up like a feather, Papi took her back to the bed and tied her arms back over her head, this time she was face down.