Say My Name

Say My Name

After several months of online texting, sexting and phone calls, they were finally able to meet in person. She was excited yet nervous. They had shared pictures, he had seen her on videos from their shared friends but finally seeing each other physically concerned her.

What if he didn't like her in person? What if somehow they didn't click?

Her imagination liked to conjure the worst no matter how hard she tried to shut it down.

What if they did hit it off? Hmm? How about you cut yourself some slack? Give herself grace, cut herself slack... Those were foreign phrases to her over-active imagination. One of her dearest friends said "you're the queen of negative self-talk. You beat yourself up worse than anyone I've ever seen."

She felt she deserved the negative talk. On paper, her experiences looked small, pathetic to her while her friends told amazing stories of lives fully lived. And now there was him. He was intense, focused and knew what he wanted at all times. The stories he told were always incredible although she admitted some were shocking to her. She accepted and embraced those things because that is who he is.

He had always been honest with her, only asking she also be honest with him. She was, almost to a fault. Letting anyone get close was difficult for both of them but they knew who each other was. Their circumstances were not ideal but they made things work. He lives large and she loves large, giving who she wants all of her heart, holding nothing back. Giving all of herself had left her damaged, wounded but she recreated herself, finding a new, more joyful path. Neither wanted to be hurt or hurt the other, making it so sometimes she felt she needed to be careful, cautious to not reveal or dump too much on him. She knew she was not good at holding back while he was cool, calm and collected always.

She also understood he would never mistreat her or harm her, at least not without her consent. They had a laundry list of things they wanted with and to each other. She knew he was up to the task but was she? Could she satisfy him and more? She felt there was much hanging in the balance and didn't want to fuck it up.

Now things had come to a head- the time to finally meet in person had arrived. She wore a tight black latex pencil skirt, black leather kitten heels, and a corset with a leather and chain harness over top. At her wrist, she wore a thick leather cuff, a large silver 0-ring dangling and clicking from it. The cuff was something she chose to wear as an outward symbol that she belonged to him, would kneel before him or allow him to dominate her willingly.

They decided to meet at a local speakeasy, a space where they could talk in person. She thought this also gave him space if he decided against their preplanned night at a hotel. She had no doubts how badly she wanted him, wanted to be with him but as the queen of self-doubt... She shook herself to push the thoughts away.

She arrived early and stood with her back to the door as she ordered a drink. As she finished paying and raised her glass to take a steadying sip, she felt him behind her. One strong hand slid around her waist as his deep, growling voice nuzzled her ear.

"There you are, princess... I was looking for you." The hand at her waist lowered, grasping one buttcheek in his hand. She jumped at the unexpected touch and closeness, spilling her drink a little. A quick smile replaced her surprise. Instead of turning, she leaned harder into his grip. His hand moved down her thigh then came back to her waist, pulling her against him. Her ass was now pressed against his crotch. She wanted to stay that way, feeling him against her.

She turned to face her lover, her thigh pressing between his legs. He now had her back leaning against the bar. They were intimately close. Her heart slammed against her chest and her breath caught. Good gods, I want this man... She smiled through the chaos in her head.

"Hello Daddy." Her body felt awkward as she fought for control. She felt herself getting turned on. He always had that effect on her. Now staring into his eyes- those intense yet soft brown eyes, his gentle smile through his white beard... She knew she was lost. She felt a familiar shudder course up her spine and a spreading warmth under her skirt. He felt her quiver under his hand and softly chuckled. He knew what she was feeling and relished her discomfort. He had been the cause of numerous shudders, sometimes at awkward moments like standing in line at the grocery store.

Not releasing her, he ordered the same thing she was drinking, then took her drink. He found a quiet table for the two of them. The conversation was initially stilted as they found their footing but soon picked up where their texts left off last, flowing easily. Her confidence grew and she slid one foot carefully out of her shoe. She ran her foot up his pant leg then cautiously pressed her foot against his crotch. He only smiled, but kept the conversation going. She felt him harden under her stocking clad foot.

"Not yet sunshine. Let's take our time..." She sighed. She had no self-control when it came to him and was impatient. She removed her foot and slid her shoe back on with a sigh. But he was right as always.

Damn it.

They finished their drinks and started to leave the bar through the back entrance. She noticed the bathroom was secluded, tucked away. Feeling bold, she pulled him into the large restroom and locked the door behind him, pinning him. She smiled, cocking one eyebrow as he grabbed her jaw with one hand, pulling her toward him.

"You are my nasty beast... very daring. Are you sure you want this now?" She pressed her mouth hard against his in reply. He responded, grasping the side of her face with one hand. He released the kiss to nuzzle her neck.

"You've asked for it baby girl..." He grabbed her waist and pivoted her so she smacked her back against the tile wall. She exhaled hard, whispering his name against his ear. "I want you... fuck me," she said as she rubbed one hand against his hardened member, pushing against his pants. He grabbed at her hips, sliding her skirt upwards to reveal her crotch. She had not worn underwear.

"You're driving me crazy. You are a bad girl..."

"Only for you daddy.." she said with a small, sideways grin as she undid his pants.

She dove her tongue against his neck, and up his ears as he held her against the wall. He was like a thirst she couldn't quench and she wanted to drink him in. She unzipped his fly and removed his dick from his pants, pushing them aside and grasping his member. She pushed and pulled down his length hard, rubbing. He nuzzled and bit her neck while running one hand down her stomach to her mound. He parted her carefully, finding her clit. He rubbed her hard, quick, efficient. He grasped her ass with his other hand, squeezing tightly. He moaned as she slammed one hand against the wall for support, still working his cock. The sound of his rich, deep voice in her ear was intoxicating. His cock was hard, erect and she was wet with need for him.

He felt her slick and ready. Lifting one of her legs, he parted her then drove himself into her. He thrust upward, pushing her up. She wrapped both arms around his neck, smashing her mouth against his as they thrust together. He kissed her neck hard, biting her which further ignited her. She groaned then came hard, pressing herself against him as she surrendered. Slamming one hand beside her head against the wall for support, her climax pushed him over his edge. With a few more thrusts, he orgasmed into her. She felt his member throbbing inside of her and shuddered again.

Their coupling was frantic, feverish. The exhilaration of feeling him in her, against her paired with their location fueled her. After they finished, they hastily restored their clothing. They laughed at themselves, then made a quick retreat to walk to their hotel. They strolled, hands clasped as they walked along the river until they came to a secluded area. He stopped and pulled her to face him, grasping the large silver loop at the center of her harness to pull her toward him. Still holding her hand, he twisted her arm behind her back and pinned her against him. She gasped as they came together and he captured her mouth with his. The kiss started soft, a caress but quickly became aggressive and insistent. He released her arm and her mouth, pushing her chin upward with one hand then running his tongue up her neck.

She wrapped one hand around his back, the other around his waist and crushed him against her as she moaned softly. He pushed her back hard against a tree as he continued kissing her neck, ears and mouth.

"Damn woman, what have you done to me? I can't stop..."

She snickered. "Me too mi amante. I can't get enough of you..." He again took her hand and they finally made it to their room.

Part of her wanted romance, words of passion and love. The other part of her, the part that was in control now wanted to be taken hard, used until she forgot her name. She wanted to have only his name on her lips. She let that part of her take hold and run roughshod. There would be time for cuddling and sweet words later. Now was their time to run wild and devour each other, skin to skin in reckless abandonment.

Once in the room, he pressed her against the wall, kissing her mouth while pinning her arms above her head. They remained that way, attacking each other's mouth and neck. He released her hands and spun her so she faced the wall, unzipping her skirt and pushing it down. She turned, pushing him to the edge of their bed with one hand. Releasing him to grasp the buckles of her leather harness, she backed away a few steps then lowered the leather contraption to the floor with a muffled thud of leather hitting metal. She now stood before him in thigh high fishnets, garters, corset, and heels.

She stepped near him again, standing between his knees. She leaned over, capturing his mouth with hers as she undid the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. As she pushed his shirt down, she lowered herself so she knelt between his knees. She ran her hands across his chest, relishing the feel of his chest with a thick patch of white hair against his skin the color of dark honey. In the restroom, she had not had the time to appreciate his body. Now she was going to savor the moment like a good wine on her tongue. She felt herself becoming wet again as she knelt to kiss his chest while unzipping his pants.

He stood to help her, pushing his trousers down, then stepped out of them. He again kissed her hard on the mouth. She looked down, mentally taking in his engorged member. She nodded the smallest head bob of appreciation, liking what she saw. With a smirk and one raised eyebrow, she again lowered herself down to sit before him on her knees while running her hands down his body. She felt like a pilgrim bowing in supplication. She carefully pushed his dick upward, exposing his balls and took them fully into mouth to suckle them.

She released his sack and ran her tongue up the large vein under his cock. She then licked up his member before taking all of him in her mouth. With her other hand, she grasped the base of his member and met her mouth's pace. She looked up, making eye contact with him as she mouth fucked him. He grasped a hand full of hair and pushed her harder along his cock. She could feel his body stiffen as he leaned into her, pushing himself deeper down her throat and thrust himself into her.. She took him all in, running her tongue around his dick, sucking harder while grasping him. With a few final thrusts, she felt his release and swallowed, taking everything he had to give as he pushed against her mouth.

He shuddered hard, then grasped her arms and pulled her hard against him. He smashed his mouth against hers, plunging his tongue around hers. He was claiming what was already his. She succumbed, melting into him. He released her mouth, turning her so her back was to the bed. Again claiming her mouth, he rammed his tongue into hers while running his hands down her back with one hand, grasping her ass with the other. She clenched him to her, one hand around his waist and up his back, the other pulling him closer to her groin. She could not get enough and wanted to taste every inch of him but he had other ideas.

Releasing her mouth and putting two fingers under her chin, he lifted her jaw then ran his tongue over her neck, around her ears. She leaned against him, urging him on. He released her, grasping her around the waist to face him. He pushed her waist together and unsnapped the front closures of her corset slowly, finally letting the stiff garment fall to the floor behind her. He paused, stepping back to take her in. She stood somewhat embarrassed as he looked her over standing in nothing but black garters, thigh highs and heels.

Leaning over, he whispered "beautiful," then kissed down her neck to her breasts. He flicked one nipple then bit hard. She inhaled sharply but did not protest. He repeated pleasuring her, suckling each breast in turn. She grabbed his head and arched into him, urging him onward. Instead, he released her breasts to kiss her again hard on the mouth, leaning her back to push her down to the bed.

"I'm going to make you forget everything except my name princess." She reached up and grabbed him behind his neck, again smashing her mouth to his. He returned her kiss, lying on top of her. She felt his member pressing against her but he kept himself from penetrating her, teasing her. Instead he shifted, releasing her mouth to kiss down her body. He hovered over her breasts, again giving them attention but moved down toward her mound.

"Get on the bed love," he said, jerking his chin towards the bed. She paused, leaning to remove her heels but he stopped her. "Leave them..." She acquiesced and moved further onto the bed. He followed her and knelt between her legs, spreading them then lowering himself to her pussy. He carefully parted her lips then flicked his tongue over her clit, thrusting his tongue into her. She grasped the sheets at her side, arching against his mouth with a loud moan.

He then dove his tongue deeply into her and suckled her. The combination of the sucking and his beard rubbing her drove her to distraction. She bucked against him but he held her hips firmly, not letting her escape his onslaught.

She called his name as she whimpered. "Please.. I need you... I.. I can't. She drove her heels into the bed, again thrusting her hips into his face. As she neared her climax, he withdrew from her, leaving her hanging on the precipice of the little death. She was torn between craving and frustration.

"That's my girl. Wait for me... You can wait." She shook her head, whimpering with need. To wait for him was torture, madness but she did as she was bade. He released her and moved up toward her. Instead of penetrating her, he grabbed her waist and flipped her over. She shifted, moving her legs so she knelt with her butt in his crotch, kneeling on all fours. He sat up on his knees, then grasping his dick, ran just the tip against her, teasing her. He then slowly penetrated her. She pushed back against him, taking his length into her.

He grasped her waist in one hand while carefully wrapping his other into her hair then pulling her neck back. He thrust deeply into her, slamming himself against her ass. She pushed back, meeting his rhythm. The feeling of his sack hitting against her pussy was glorious. She closed her eyes, losing herself to the moment.

He pulled out, releasing both her body and her hair. He ran one hand gently yet firmly across her back and leaned over her. "I want to see your face when I finish you..." She shifted onto her back, carefully moving one leg so he was again between them. She was now slick with sweat and anticipation but he kept bringing her to her brink then pulling away.

Sweat stood out on his forehead in small beads but otherwise he was still in complete control. She wanted to bust through that wall, push him as he kept edging her. He slowly crept upward, straddling her hips with his hands. He kissed and bit her stomach, up her breasts while rubbing her body with one hand. He stopped again to worship her breasts, flicking, biting and suckling her areola.

"You know what to do princess... show me." He gently ran one hand down the side of her jawline, near her ear. She understood and nodded. He ran his other hand downward, rubbing her labia then inserting his fingers while kissing her breast. The sensation was overwhelming and she arched against his mouth, pressing herself against his hand. She held her breath, inhaling sharply in anticipation. As she came close to her climax, he slowed his hand in her pussy and lightly applied pressure at her neck, carefully stopping her ability to breathe.

Her initial reaction was a moment of panic as her body fought for breath.

"Look at me princess..." She stared into his eyes and he locked his gaze on her, watching her. She felt the moment, feeling his hands. She nodded slightly. He increased the pressure at her neck slightly while increasing his thrusting with the other. He continued to watch her carefully.

"That's my beautiful girl... show me how much you want me." Her body shuddered as she clenched the sheets with one hand. The lack of breath combined with the intensity of her climax was exhilarating. As she felt her edges fade, he released the pressure at her neck but increased his thrusts with his hand. She inhaled deeply and felt a rush of exhilaration. It was euphoric- her body was on fire, feeling everything all at once in a rush. She sat up, hastily pushing his hand from her mound while shoving him back against the bed. She mounted him, straddling his hips as she took his engorged member into her. He looked momentarily surprised at her aggression but grabbed her hips with a grin, grinding her against him.

She wanted to make him moan and say her name with the same desperate urge she felt. She needed to see him cum, needed to give him the pleasure he had brought her. She needed his pleasure like a flower needs water. His pleasure was her pleasure and she would not be fully satisfied until he was. It was primal, urgent, essential. She lent over him, bracing her hands on each side of his shoulders, and leaned close to his ear.

"Show me you want me. Say my name... I need to hear it."

He sat up slightly, kissing her hard on the mouth as he continued to thrust up into her. He nuzzled her ear and said her name in a harsh whisper. Her name uttered from his lips, his voice made huskier with need made her dizzy. He then smashed her mouth against his while continuing to grind her hips against his. Needing more contact, she sat and braced her hands against his stomach. Seeing his face, feeling his body under her hands thrilled her.

"Give me everything, I need you NOW..." she pushed, thrusting herself harder and faster. Her body gleamed with sweat, her breath coming ragged and harsh. She was losing control and could no longer keep her pace. His name dripped from her lips with urgency. "Please, I... I can't...Help me." She arched her back, bracing one hand still against his stomach. He clenched her hips harder, pushing her faster. He moaned loudly. The sound of his satisfaction pushed her over the edge. He arched his hips, penetrating her more deeply. She felt him throbbing inside her and came after him.

Satiated, spent and panting for air, she collapsed onto him. She lay over him, feeling his heartbeat against her chest. There was no more perfect place she wanted to be.