The Good Girl 23

"You ever been into erotic asphyxiation?" She asks over the flickering faux candles. She wanted to meet for coffee their first date, but he insisted on dinner.

"Uh, no?" What the fuck, he thinks, Oh my god, what the fuck.

"I'm just messing with you," she says with a sly grin as she picks up her glass and swirls the wine within it.

Of course she's not into that, he assumes studying her makeup-free face, and the bare skin she's offering up on this first date with no discernable tattoos. Surely this is the good girl he's been looking for.

"I hear if you do it right it's the best orgasm you'll ever have," she whispers, licking the edge of her glass.

"Are you into that shit?" he asks impatiently. He's tired of meeting freaks just by swiping right.

"No!" she leans back on the defensive. "I'm doing my dissertation on sexual deviants. Jesus," she huffs. "I'm not a weirdo."

He chuckles uncomfortably. If he only knew, she thinks as she takes a swig of her wine. She knows she needs to work him a little to get him to open up.

"So you're into psychology?" he asks.

"Yes," she says, her interest in him dwindling with each word he speaks.

"So what do you know about these sexual deviants, besides the choking part?" he asks.

Suddenly she's alert. Someone wants to hear about my work? She's floored. "What do you want to know," she asks.

"Well what exactly are you researching? Pedophiles and creepy stuff like that?"

Now's her turn to laugh. "No, specifically fetishes," she says, still laughing.

"Well, like what?" he asks, taking a bite of his steak.

"I don't think you want to know while you're eating. There are a lot of weird ones."

"Try me," he says taking a sip of his wine, his plate now empty.

"You've heard of golden showers, right?" she asks, her voice low.

"Well...yeah," he shrugs.

Her eyes widen and she squeals, "Oh my god, have you done it before?"

"No!" he barks with disgust. "Why would anyone like that?"

"You'd be surprised," she chuckles. "And that's just the tip of the iceberg," she adds before taking another swig of her wine. Already her mind is feeling fuzzy, but this is the first time she's been out on a real date in six months. Watch yourself, she reminds her brain. He's staring at her from across the table, presumably waiting for some sort of elaboration. "I guess what all my research has taught me is that there is no 'normal' in sex," she carefully sets her wine glass down.

"Yeah, I don't think peeing on someone is that normal," he snickers. His ignorance enrages her. She takes another exaggerated swig of her wine.

"Well, I think there are two parameters that define healthy sex," she tips her glass to the side and seductively licks the corner of her mouth.

"And those would be?" he leans in, elbows on the table, suddenly interested.

"Consent," she dips her finger into her glass. "And pleasure," she says licking the wine from her fingertip.

He studies her as she tilts her head to the side and looks him dead in the eye.

"What would you consent to?" he asks, his chin cradled in his hands at this point. Of course he's interested, she's dying inside from excitement. Now we're getting somewhere, she thinks.

"Depends on what you're into," she says with a shrug. "What pleasures you?"

"Uhhh..." he sounds like a dumbass and this bothers her immensely.

How could you not know what you like? she wonders. But suddenly she's a little turned on. The possibilities with this one seem endless.

She slips her foot out of her shoe and slowly slides it up his leg until she reaches his inner thigh. "Does this pleasure you?" she whispers, the wine has won and she's lost her inhibitions.

He sits up, stiff as a board, his eyes wide as she squeezes at his crotch with her toes. "I can feel that it does," she whispers. "Do you like me getting you hard here in front of all these people?"

He does, but he can't bring himself to admit it. This girls is a freak, he thinks, yet he's enjoying her toes curling around his dick.

Suddenly she stops and pulls her foot away. "I'm sorry," she says.

"For what?"

"For not asking for your consent."

"Well, I didn't stop you," his voice is low. She thinks she detects disappointment.

"Do you want to get out of here?" she asks softly.

"What do you have in mind?"

"We could go back to my place," she suggests, trying to sound nonchalant. Nothing is more of a turn off than someone who's too eager.

"Okay," he agrees, trying his best not to grin.

After they split the bill, he leads her toward the front of the restaurant with his hand on her waist. She feels how big his hand is compared to her small frame and she feels warmth between her legs. Outside, their Uber is waiting for them. They climb into the backseat, her first so he can get a good look at her ass.

What am I getting myself into, he wonders. Good girls don't invite men they've just met back to their apartment.

She turns toward him and they lock eyes. Their faces just inches from each other, she feels his warm breath and breathes it in. It's sweet from the mint he grabbed on the way out the door. Suddenly she has the urge to kiss him, but she holds back wanting to see if he'll make the first move. He does and tucks her hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger before leaning in and pressing his mouth to hers. A shiver courses through her body and she's impressed by his boldness.

"Sorry," he whispers, pulling away.

"For what?" she asks.

"I didn't ask for consent."

She giggles, pressing her fingers to her lips. "It's okay, I wanted it," she finally says while squeezing his thigh. He nestles his fingers between her crossed legs. Please go higher, her head is begging. She longs for him to touch her in her most delicate places, to feel his big hands explore her body. But before she lets him, first she has to test him--find out just what he's willing to consent to.

The Uber pulls up to her building and they get out. Once the car drives off, he grabs her by the back of the neck and pulls her toward him. She loves his boldness, but is he adventurous?, she wonders. He leans in and his lips graze hers. "Should we go in?" he breathes softly.

"Mmm hmm," she grabs his hand and pulls him toward the door. They ascend two flights of stairs in silence, her in front of him to lead the way but also so that he can watch her.

"God, you have a great ass," he says, giving it a light squeeze.

She feels a twitch between her legs and hopes this won't be a huge waste of her time. They reach her door and she unlocks it, then grabs him by the shirt and drags him inside.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she whispers. He nods and she pulls him into her room.

Flipping on the lights, she's praying he won't run when he sees the restraints on the bed.

He takes a long look around the room. What the fuck? he thinks when he sees the bed. "Are you for real?"

"Yes," she says seriously, "if you'll let me."

"What? You want to tie me up?"

"Yes. So I can pleasure you without distraction."

"You're crazy," he says with a nervous chuckle.

"Kinky, yes. Crazy, no," she says, playfully tapping his nose with her finger. "I promise I won't do anything you won't like."

"Well, do we need a safe word or something?" He jokes.

"If I do anything you don't like, you can just tell me to stop," she reaches to him and starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Intrigued, he doesn't push her away. "You're not going to hurt me are you?"

"There might be some light flogging, but I promise it'll all feel good...You just have to trust me," she says staring up into his eyes.

You barely know this girl, his head lectures. What the fuck you doin, man? "Trust you? I've known you for two hours."

"I know what I'm doing," she says sternly. "And if you don't like it, I'll stop," she reaches up and cradles his cheek.

He knows it's idiotic to say yes to a practical stranger, but he's curious and just hearing her talk about it so matter-of-factly has his dick throbbing in his jeans.

Grabbing her hand and placing it on his crotch, he says, "Promise you'll be gentle."

"Ok," she whispers, though she's reeling inside. She backs him up against the bed and pushes him down onto it. She slowly peels his shirt off and then his pants, boxers and socks so that he is lying flat on his back completely naked. She takes in the beautiful sight of his body and feels her panties getting wet. Once she has him tied up, she slowly lifts her halter top and pulls it off over her head. Then she steps out of her jeans and thong so that she's standing naked in front of him. "Do you like what you see?" she asks.

Her small but perky tits first catch his attention and then his eyes wander down to her flat stomach and curvy hips. He can see that her pussy is hairless between her thigh gap. "How long am I going to be like this?" he asks. "Because I really want to touch you."

"You'll get to soon enough, but for now I do all the touching. You just lay back and enjoy." She climbs onto the bed and kneels over him, running her fingers down his toned pecks and washboard abs. Do you like to edge?" she asks, stopping just short of reaching his erect penis.

"What?"

"It's where you get yourself close to cumming but then stop just before you do," she grabs his dick and gives it a firm squeeze; it twitches in her hand. "When you finally do cum it feels like the best orgasm you've ever had." She bends down and licks his shiny mushroom tip. "You'll see," she says before opening her mouth and taking him all in.

"God, you look good sucking my dick," he says as she maintains eye contact with him.

"And you taste good," she whispers into the tip of his dick before plunging her mouth down around it once more.

"I don't know how long I'll last," he says, his voice quivering.

"Mmm," she hums, still bobbing her head. She reaches her hand over his chest and slaps it hard before releasing him from her mouth. "You'll cum when I tell you to cum," she commands. She reaches over to her nightstand and pulls her dildo-handled flogger from the drawer. "You just need some discipline," she says sweetly, dragging the leather tassels lightly across his body.

"What are you gonna do with that?" he asks nervously.

She leans over him, her face less than an inch from his, her nipples barely grazing his chest. "First I'm going to fuck myself with it while I jerk you off," she says before lightly licking his lips. He lifts his head to kiss her and she quickly retreats.

Goddamn I want to touch her, he thinks, cursing the restraints.

She sits next to his pelvis, her legs spread open. He can see her glistening pussy and wants to dive into the pretty pink abyss--fingers, tongue or dick. He doesn't care; he just wants to feel her wet warmth around something. She inserts the flogger handle and lets out a long, slow moan.

"Does that feel good?" he asks.

"Shh," she hushes him while tightly squeezing his dick. "Just watch," she commands.

He's impressed with her ability to fuck herself while stroking him. Her moans get louder and her legs start to shake. As she fucks herself faster, the tempo of her stroking speeds up as well.

"Oh god," he mutters under his breath. "You look so fucking hot."

Suddenly she stops, pulls the flogger out and smacks him in the stomach with it. "I told you to be quiet. I have no problem ball-gagging you."

He decides to be obedient, but knows it's going to be difficult to keep quiet.

She pushes the flogger back inside herself and he feels his dick getting even bigger. He knows if she cums he'll blow his load.

"Are you getting close?" she whispers through her moans.

Like a good boy he simply nods, making no sound whatsoever. She can see the desperation in his eyes and knows she has to stop stroking him before she takes him over the edge. She releases his dick and grabs her breast, squeezing it and rolling her nipple in between her fingertips. The flogger is massaging her g-spot perfectly but she needs more. She releases her breast and moves her hand down to rub her clit. "Are you ready to see me cum?"

He nods again and, maintaining eye contact, she lets herself go. Her body tightens and pleasure takes over as her muscles contract around the flogger inside her. "Good boy," she praises him for his silence after catching her breath. "You deserve a little treat." She crawls over his body and lets her tit touch his lips. He eagerly takes it in his mouth and swirls his tongue around her nipple.

"You like that, my good boy?" she asks seductively.

He nods his head, tit in mouth, his eyes wide as he looks at her with a hint of fear.

"Good," she says before pulling the pleasure away from him. Backing up, she feels his erection on her ass and she knows he's still ready for more. She shimmies her way down till her pussy is resting on his foot and his dick is inches in front of her face. "You like when I suck your dick, don't you?" she asks before giving it a long lick. He inhales sharply, but doesn't dare answer.

She grabs the flogger and he winces. She laughs and tells him to relax as she slowly drags it down his body. "You've been good," she says, dropping the flogger. "And good things come to those who've been good." She wraps her mouth around his dick and slowly takes it all in, grinding her pussy on his foot as she does.

Oh god, he thinks, letting a little moan escape.

"What was that?" she sits up abruptly. "You like that?"

"Mmmm," he groans, not caring what happens next.

She grabs the flogger and holds it over him, seeing fear in his eyes, but she doesn't have it in her to strike him again. Still holding the whipping device in her hand she dives down and swallows his dick. Her mouth is watering just from the taste of him and she can feel him getting harder with each lick of her tongue. "Tell me when you're ready to cum," she says releasing him momentarily before sliding her mouth down around him again. She's getting wet from the dribbles of precum and wants him to explode in her mouth but he's not ready yet. He needs to know disappointment before he experiences great pleasure. She starts moaning, her mouth full. His body tightens and his breathing becomes labored. Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, he's trying as best as he can to both coach himself and take his mind off the fact that a hot girl is going down on him. Finally it's too much, his body is about to succumb.

"Stop!" he cries out.

She slowly pulls herself away and smiles at him. "Where would you like to cum?"

He chuckles and mumbles, "Anywhere that's allowed."

"Well since I want to cum again, I'm going to fuck you."

"Okay," he says, consenting.

She reaches to the nightstand once again and pulls out a condom. "I'll put this on for you," she says with a smirk.

"You're not gonna untie me?"

"Oh no. The only thing I want you to feel is your dick in my pussy," she says slipping the condom on. "I will give you the choice of your view, though."

"What?"

"Do you want me facing you or do you want to look at my ass?"

"Face me," he says, eyeing her body.

"Very well," she says as she straddles him and grinds on his dick.

"Goddamn, just put it inside already," he grunts, growing impatient.

She picks up the flogger and whips him across the chest. "I'm in charge here, remember?"

He silently nods as she tosses the flogger to the side of the bed. She wants to feel him as badly as he wants to feel her so she sits up till her clit is resting on the tip of his dick, then slowly slides down and lets him enter her. They simultaneously moan as he fills her with his flesh.

"You like how my pussy feels?" she whispers.

"Hell yes," he murmurs.

"Shh," she presses her fingertips to his lips. "I don't want to hear you, I want to see it in your eyes."

He nods as she moves her pelvis in circles around his dick, trying to feel him as deeply as possible. His eyes are wide and he bites his lip. "Does this feel good?" she asks.

He nods again, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Good," she says. "I want you to cum hard."

It's taking all of his willpower not to cry out in ecstasy. But the way she's moving her body around him is intoxicating. "Look at me," she demands.

He opens his eyes and his pupils are huge. She knows he's close. "Are you ready to cum?" she asks.

"Yes," he whispers, not able to contain himself any longer.

"I'm about to, too," she says as she thrusts herself onto him again and again. Eyes locked, they both know it's about to happen. He gives first, "Cumming," he grunts. She can feel his dick contracting inside of her and with that she lets herself go. "Fuck, fuck, oh my god fuck!" she screams as her body tightens around him, naturally wanting to accept his load. She collapses onto his chest as they both try to catch their breath.

Jesus, fuck, he thinks. She might not be a good girl, but she's the best I've ever had.