This is the first part of a probably three part series around the couple Damian and Elena. This story will contain masturbation, anal and bdsm. All characters are above legal age. Enjoy!
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Chapter One
"The next day I received a call from the detective, telling me he would call the guy in for questioning in the next few days."
This is the third time I am reading this line. I absolutely cannot concentrate on reading this book at the moment. My mind continues to drift away from this story, fantasizing about other activities. I am frustrated and decide to act on these other activities, even though I initially wanted to take a one or two day break from them. I get up and put the book aside, then jog downstairs to the household room.
I switch the light on. I see some shelves, filled with various boxes, a broom, a bucket and a vacuum cleaner. On my right, at the wall, there is the power box and right next to it a key cabinet. I open it, pick up a key from the top row and close the cabinet, switch off the light and leave the room.
I make my way upstairs, back to the bedroom, and put the key into the lock of another door within the bedroom. I turn it around and hear the satisfying noise that reassures the lock opened. My fingers rest on the handle of the door. I have slight pangs of conscience.
My name is Elena. I am 22 years old, currently spending a week over at my boyfriends' house. His name is Damian, he is 29, a successful entrepreneur, lecturer and coach and -- what's important right now -- not at home, but working at the moment. It's 11 o'clock in the morning. He might be home for lunch at 12:30 so there is practically no risk of being caught.
My hand pushes down the door handle, with my right hand I switch on the light. It is a small completely windowless room, built within the bedroom, and it has two entrances. Three of the rooms' walls are brown, one is white. The ceiling as well as furniture items are dark brown oak wood or black leather. There is a dungeon bed with attached steel frame at the top left corner of the room, a St Andrew's cross in the right corner and a spanking bench in the middle of the room. The rest is shelves and a closets plus some riding crops, floggers, ropes and items of that nature, covering the wall. The little space of the small room is well used and the design really aesthetic. My boyfriend has really fine taste.
But today I don't appreciate the design of that room. I aim straight at the closet, browsing through the drawers. I find a small wand vibrator and a dildo, which is just slightly bigger than the one I own myself. That would be fine, but I feel frustrated, opening and closing all other drawers, unable to find the lube. Damn it. He owns what seems like every sex toy known to the universe, from anal beads, to spreader bar to handcuffs. Sure there will be some lube anywhere? I frown and let out a frustrated sigh.
Should I just call Damian? Ask? Because that was our initial agreement. I am allowed to use the stuff from this room, but not without asking. I picture myself calling and asking him for a moment, then blush at the thought of doing that and decide that it will have to work without external lubrication. It's a silicone dildo. That should be fine, I tell myself.
I set up my laptop on the bed and lie beside it. I open Literotica, having found a promising two part anal story.
I lie sideways on the bed, the toys behind me, and start reading. My left hand is supporting my head, while I already use my right hand to slowly explore my body.
The top two buttons of my blouse are opened. I slip my hand underneath the blouse and undershirt and slowly caress my left breast, drawing circles, but making sure not to be too close to the nipple yet. My hand is covering my breast, carefully squishing, then gently caressing again.
I feel my arousal building as I slowly shrink the circles and then touch my nipples. I massage them, sometimes pinching, then flicking against them. I suck my finger and caress my nipple, spreading some wetness over it. I blow some air on it, which makes me shiver, before deciding my right side needs some attention as well.