As she guided her car expertly through the early rush hour traffic, she couldn't help reflecting that today -- and last night -- had been most satisfying. A small smile played on her lips when she thought about how she and Jake had spent the evening, after she had submitted a critical high-priority report for work that had taken several days of super-focused effort.
Submitted. Her smile grew at her use of the word. She was getting good at submitting. And Jake was such a good teacher. He encouraged her, even pushed her a bit when needed. She glanced at her face in the rear-view mirror. Someone at work today had commented that she seemed 'different'. When she'd asked in what way, her colleague paused a moment, then said, "Happier. And more relaxed. New man in your life?"
She'd simply nodded and smiled. Was it that obvious? She supposed her heightened feelings couldn't help but show in some way. She was just happy that all of this extracurricular play wasn't manifesting as circles under her eyes. Because she definitely wasn't getting enough sleep these days.
Her smile slowly faded as she reflected on the past month. Was Jake really the new man in her life? In some ways, he was ever-present. If they weren't together, he would often give her some task to do, or something that kept her thinking about his domination. Something to remind her that she was his -- his what? Possession? Plaything?
This morning, for example, he had beckoned her to him as she was getting dressed. Over her panties, he'd tied a rope around her waist, looped it between her legs, fitted it there, and then tied a large knot in the loop. That knot nestled on top of her clit, and every time she stood up or sat down, every time she walked more than a few steps, she felt it.
It wasn't the first time he'd done it, but each time she settled a little more readily into that place where she felt...well, owned. She frowned slightly. That word sounded so stark compared to what she really felt: cared for, looked after, valued.
Absently, she reached one hand down between her legs and rubbed that knot. It reminded her of how Jake had used his knuckle to press it against her after tying it. She'd stood between his legs as he sat on her bed, his eyes lazily watching her face as he teased her. Laughing at her sudden intake of breath. Then his hands were on her shoulders, pressing her down, making it clear to her that he wanted her mouth on him.
God, she loved when he did that. Especially when he held her wrists on his spread thighs and didn't let her use them. She had to use her lips and tongue to seek out and tease those sensitive places. Until he became impatient, thrusting his cock in her mouth....
She was drifting. Traffic slowed in front of her and she wrenched herself from her daydream, both hands back on the steering wheel and her foot on the brake. Thinking about Jake was entirely too distracting. And wasn't she a bit old for this? She should be over the whole "I'm crushing on a guy" thing.
For possibly the hundredth time she wondered where this was all headed. And then cursed herself for wondering. She should just enjoy the ride, wherever it led. This was what she had wanted for so many years, wasn't it? Never dreaming it could really happen?
She knew herself, though. She knew -- despite her attempts to deny it -- that she was becoming very attached to Jake. And the more time they spent together, the more she became sure that it wasn't just a reaction to this new dynamic. That was part of it, certainly, but damn it, she also liked Jake for who he was.
She shook her head in frustration. She wasn't normally so shy about making her feelings known. But this relationship was different. Even though Jake said he wanted honesty, did he really want to hear her feelings about this? Was she allowed to express them without permission?
She realized she wasn't being fair. Jake would listen if she wanted to talk about it. But talking would change things. A part of her sensed that Jake had some walls of his own that he didn't want breached. Although they had experienced moments of dizzying closeness when they were in scene or 'playing' as he liked to call it, he didn't always reveal his own inner feelings. Was that a dom thing...or a Jake thing?
Her exit was approaching. She applied the mental brakes to her racing thoughts and used her hands-free to let Jake know she was close. Tonight they were going to shop for something for her to wear to Edge's Halloween party, then have dinner. They'd be spending a lot of time together this coming weekend. Perhaps she'd be able to pick up some clue as to where this was going.
When she pulled into her parking spot, she checked her phone. Jake had replied to her message. Her mouth opened in surprise at his instructions, though she thought wryly that she should be used to them by now. She was to strip to her bra and panties after she entered her condo, leaving the teasing crotch rope on. Then he wanted her to place a chair in the entryway and lean over it, legs spread, ass facing the door. Which was to be left ajar for him.
Her cheeks pinked up nicely at the excited, anxious feeling that raced through her. All thoughts of anything other than what might happen after Jake walked through the door were forgotten.
She readied herself, then held her position for a good ten minutes while awaiting his entrance. Just when she was wondering if she had time to stand up and stretch, she heard the door open with a small creak. She didn't dare look; she just hoped it was him and not some nosy neighbor. Then the door closed, and she heard footfalls. Jake's footfalls. She breathed a sigh of relief and anticipation.
His large, warm hands squeezed her ass cheeks, moved down to stroke between her legs. "What a beautiful sight you are, spread out like this. And so obviously ready for me."
"Sir," she managed to say as he untied the rope and removed it, then pulled her panties halfway down her thighs, "Don't we...need to get going?"
His voice sounded amused as he undid his fly, "This should only take a few minutes, pet. Unless you'd rather wait?"
She groaned, and he laughed. "I thought not." She was so wet from being teased all day that his cock slid into her pussy easily, like a knife through butter. It only took a few strokes before she was gripping the chair seat with both hands, the pleasure she felt threatening to overtake her too quickly. Being taken this way by him, the smell of her own arousal, the sound of his hard thrusts against her ass -- all of it combined explosively until she was begging without thought.
"Sir...please.... Oh god, please...I'm going to...I can't. I...ahhh...please may I come, Sir?" By the time the words were out of her mouth, stopping wasn't an option.
Luckily, he anticipated her. He thrust into her hard, then stayed inside her, growling, "Come, little bird. Come for me."
As if she had any other choice. Her pussy clenched on his cock repeatedly until he muttered a curse under his breath and began thrusting again, rapidly. A moment later she felt him come inside her with a long groan.
Neither of them moved for several moments. Then he leaned over and kissed her flushed nape. She giggled.
"What's so funny?" His voice tickled her ear.
"I like your way of saying hello, Sir. And," she giggled again, tried to repress it, "I'm so glad you could...come."
That earned her a hard pinch on her ass before he slung an arm around her and brought her to her feet, her back against his chest. He snorted. "You should be glad that you were allowed to come. What would've happened if I had said no?"
She turned herself around, looked into his eyes -- relieved to see that they were dancing with good humor -- and said demurely, "I suppose you'd be punishing me now instead of cuddling me."
"I'm spoiling you. I'll have to work on that." He held her for another moment, then released her and looked at his watch. "We'd better get moving."
She huffed out a breath. "Sir, I need a moment to...to recuperate. And get dressed." She looked up at him. "Any instructions?"
Considering the way he normally loved to exercise his control at every opportunity, he was remarkably detached. He just waved a hand at her and said, "No instructions other than don't take long. Oh...and no need to put the rope back on."
She was relieved to hear it. Before he could change his mind, she scooted into the bedroom. A few minutes later she was back, wearing the black knit skirt he seemed to like, a soft teal blue sweater, and black suede slouchy boots. He bestowed a warm smile -- whether for her speed or her choices -- and guided her to the door.
She had wondered where he planned to take her shopping. She wasn't too surprised when he headed further downtown to an area known for its alternative vibe. There were lots of artisan and specialty shops where you could find everything from LGBTQ+ bookstores to leather shops and fetish wear. Several clubs, including Edge, were located nearby.
It was an area she'd only been to once, when she'd met a friend for lunch in one of the many cafes that dotted the street. All she remembered was the good food and good people watching. Now she had eyes only for Jake, fascinated that he seemed to feel just as comfortable here as in his own more conservative neighborhood.
As usual, he draped an arm around her waist, guiding her steps and keeping her close. They walked a couple of blocks in the sunset glow, then he steered her to a shop with only a single, deep display window. In it was an exquisite Halloween tableau featuring a BDSM scene that was staged to perfection. She pressed her nose against the glass, engrossed, her mind cataloging all the tiny details, from the leather hood worn by the submissive to the masterful dominant, posed with his whip raised. The staging was so clever -- she could see hints of Frankenstein in the way the girl was spread out and restrained with metal bands on a medical table. And hints of Dracula in the way the dom stared hungrily at the drips of blood where his whip had lashed her.
She shivered. It was beautiful, but very dark. Was this what the Edge party would be like?
Jake let her look her fill, then he pressed a buzzer by the door, which resembled the portal to a medieval dungeon. After a few seconds the door unlatched automatically and Jake opened it, ushering her inside.
A tall woman wearing a beautiful lace corset and thigh-high boots hurried toward them and hugged Jake. "It's so good to see you, Jake," she said in a low, rich voice. "I can't tell you how excited I was to get your call." She turned to his companion, obviously waiting for an introduction. "I'm sure we can find something for your 'little bird'. I'm looking forward to helping you outfit her."
Jake kept his arm around her waist reassuringly even as he drew her forward and introduced her. "This is my new submissive, Evalyn. She prefers to be called Evie. And Evie, this is Mistress Vega, the owner of this erotic dream of a store."
