How Bazaar - B's Side

Attempting to nail the outfit that Falcon had challenged me to put together proved to be quite a challenge. I had never attempted such a task in such a limited time frame, but I was fairly confident that I had succeeded; After a last-minute hail-mary to Plato's Closet, I emerged with a slightly oversized, yet charming, red plaid skirt that possessed a flattering lightness and delightful floofiness. Accompanying it was a sleek black strappy bodysuit. (While I had admired the individual pieces in the store, I wouldn't truly know how they all came together until I returned from my training.)

Aware that I had overbooked myself with various commitments, I found myself running late, as usual. When I arrived home, Falcon was already there, displaying his customary patience while engaging in conversation with Bluejay. Fearing I would get sidetracked and delay our already late departure, I opted not to pause and chat. Having never intentionally attempted the goth look before, everything seemed to fall into place seamlessly, and I deem it a successful outcome. I bid my farewells to Bluejay with a kiss and headed off with Falcon.

We chatted about my earlier training (which had caused me to be late), our respective kids and whatever we could to distract myself from the way Falcon was side-eying me. The temptation to shift around so my skirt would ride up was strong but I didn't want to cause an accident.

When we got to the venue and parked, Falcon had me walk to the front of the truck to help me get everything wiggled back into place. I love how he always makes sure I'm presentable before we get to where we're going. I especially loved how he showed me that he was pleased with my work; His fingers brushing across my chest as he brought his hand to my throat while gripping my hair with the other, whispering praise into my ear. Before we headed into the venue he made sure I felt his pleasure with a not-long-enough brush of his cock against my ass and a swift, solid swat. (The fact the bodysuit's gusset was now soaked went sadly unnoticed.)

Once inside the market I was enthralled with all the neat items just sitting out, ready to be handled. I took express pleasure in surprising Falcon when I recognized and properly identified a blade that was made with Damascus steel. Pleased with myself I moved towards another stall that had an interesting, if not intimidating, selection of impact toys. Falcon helped me to understand the difference between what was stingy and what was thuddy, being very patient with all the questions. While Falcon spoke with a vendor that was explaining the different uses of some electrical toys I nope'd myself to the one vendor that had caught my eye; the corsets and trainers. I had just gotten my first ever cincher but I was from amazon and I wanted to see the differences (plus I knew it would make Falcon hard imagining me in the various items).

Knowing Falcon enjoyed 'helping' me get in (and out) of various outfits, I asked him to help me in the washroom with those pesky back snaps.

The bathroom door wasn't even closed before I was grabbed and pinned to it. I was trilling inside as I looked up at him, 'there you are' flashing through my brain as I teased him about trying on the outfits.

I hadn't realized how close Baron was to the surface until he manhandled me onto the counter, growling a sharp "Stay" as he placed my hands on either side of my hips (when Baron shows up it's best to comply). He grabbed my thighs roughly, knowing I'd be thrilled he chose to leave marks and without hesitation ripped my body suits snaps open, pulled me closer and finally, finally latched his mouth to the mess that was my pussy (having seen our mutual friend at the Peach earlier in the week, I was excited for him to see how thoughtfully I had gotten myself ready for him).

As he lapped at me, I damn near bit through my upper lip to keep myself from screaming, already making more noise than I'd like in such a public place. Through a haze of lust, he asked for my safe words and if I wanted to cum. Silly man, when is the answer ever no? "I know to say RED if necessary. I am NOT saying it! Please don't stop. Please."

Handing me my belt, Falcon told me to keep quiet or he'd stop. Knowing how close Baron was lurking under the surface and how deeply he'd enjoy torturing me, I cram it into my mouth just in time as Falcon dragged his tongue from the bottom of my ridiculously slick cunt to the tip of my clit. I tossed my head back, grabbed him by the back of the head and neck and moan/screamed into the material. Licking, biting, a quick slap here or a vicious pinch there. On and on, bringing me to the edge just to change focus, knowing he was driving me out of my mind. Digging my nails into him was not a deterrent but rather an encouragement as he snarled, pushing his face even deeper causing me to bang my head back against the mirror. I spit the cincher out, needing to pant, knowing if I screamed he'd stop, if I was too loud he'd stop and if he did, I wasn't sure I'd be held liable for my actions.

Finally giving in, I begged and begged to come. I could feel tears behind my eyes, the ache in my abdomen, the tension in my thighs as he stood up and kissed me. I loved how I could taste myself on his tongue, knowing it turned him on when I licked myself from his lips, nipping occasionally as I caught my breath, finally loosening my claws from his neck and leaning back again. The look he gave me had me stuffing the damned belt back into my mouth.

Dropping to his knees again, Falcon started as he had before, with a slow lick and a quick nip and I knew that he wasn't going to make me wait any longer. My Falcon is an observant man, he knows the difference between my "that was amazing, I want another" and my "holy fuck, if I come again I might die" reactions. Knowing I was a hair's breadth away from losing my shit, he redoubled his efforts. Now was not about multiple orgasms, now was about causing me to lose my mind as quickly as possible. I couldn't think, and didn't realize I was trying to close my legs until I heard Falcon growling at me about what I needed to do to stop him. He lapped at me like I was a bowl of water and he was dying of thirst. His fingers dug into my thighs, forcing them to stay open and pressure shot towards my clit as he bit it. My orgasm punched through me so hard I didn't catch that it was me making the keening noise I had heard until I looked down to see Falcon staring up at me, eyes black, intent and determined, eyebrows cocked in a way I knew meant he was smiling the one smile I knew meant he wouldn't stop until I yielded. "RED! Fucking RED goddamnit!!"

Instantly he stopped, wiped his lips across my thighs and stood. He was fucking soaked in me. Anyone who got close to us for the rest of the day would know exactly what we'd been up to. There was no way to mask that specific scent. Cradling me to his chest, Falcon cooed reassurances and praises, reminding me even though I had eventually remembered our safe word. Helping me get resituated again, he promised we wouldn't play as forcefully as we had until we has finalised our boundaries but asked if I might be interested in playing like this again.

As I reached for the door, feeling the slickness of him still evident against my thighs, I looked back at him and grinned, knowing he knew what was coming next;

"One day. Maybe."