Train Me Touch Me Pt 04

I awoke in a dark, unfamiliar room, with the lights off.

I gasped out. Where was I? How did I get here? What made matters worse was that I was lying in a bed somewhere, my clothes having been readjusted to decorum. Who did this? Was I in a hospital? If I was, why was it so dark?

I'd never felt so much fear in my life. I remembered the train, the molester and even a third person, a random salaryman. I remembered having my pussy eaten for the first time in my life, the complete abandonment of responsibility was so liberating and pleasurable that my orgasm had nearly shredded a hole in the ozone layer. I imagined only a mushroom cloud from a nuclear bomb could represent how I had felt.

I remembered the eyes. Lots and lots of eyes. A whole train carriage full of eyes staring at me as I screamed in pleasure, seeing my semi-naked, orgasmic form. It only seemed to make the pleasure increase tenfold.

Embarrassment wasn't enough to describe how I felt. Mortification, perhaps. Humiliation, shame, a complete loss of face. I felt tears prick my eyes, because there was a side of me buried deep down in the lower recesses of my mind that found the whole experience liberating, arousing...

addictive

... Things my rational mind immediately wanted to reject. I wondered what it would've been like if yesterday morning and subsequently, today hadn't happened. I would have gone on with my normal existence and my mundane, boring, lacking sexlife.

I felt a small smile grace my lips, I wasn't defective after all. Pleasure from a someone else could've been mine all along. At once anger burst into my heart, it really had been Tony's fault. Then relief replaced it, Tony was my past and I would never allow myself to be treated like that again...

Movement across the darkened room drew my attention and I gasped, clutching the sheets to my chest and scrambling backward into the headboard. I quickly reached out to switch on the lamp that sat on the bedside table. However, it didn't illuminate much, only having been designed to provide a very soft glow on the bed. The shadow remained a shadow and my heart raced. Please, don't be a murderer or rapist. Calm down, Carmen, I mentally shouted. Freaking out was not the answer.

"Who are you?" I asked in Japanese. I had meant for my voice to come out strongly, but instead it sounded weak and fearful. So, I cleared my throat and tried again.

"You know who I am." The sexy baritone made my nipples harden. Yes, I did know who he was but at the same time I didn't. I'd never once seen his face or learnt his name. The only thing I could truly say about him was that he was an expert when it came to carnal endeavours, but I didn't think that meant much when identifying someone. Could I choose him from a lineup with jist thay information?

"Where have you taken me? Is this your house?" He gave a short laugh, almost like a bark. He moved again and seemed to have sat down on something.

"No, you passed out on the train after our fun concluded, so I brought you to a love hotel. It was a 3 minute walk from the train station. Not usually what I do." He paused before adding, "but, I imagined you'd rather have some privacy after that rather delicious display on the train."

That was true. I still felt the lingering bewilderment. So, the last thing I wanted was to be around anyone right now. I ignored the tingle in between my legs at his sensual intonation of the last five words. Instead, I quickly shifted focus.

"What about the salaryman?"

"I did not know him, so he wasn't invited to the after party." The shadow seemed to wave its hand like it was slowly swatting flies. "But, I think you enjoyed having him there, didn't you? You liked that he watched you."

To say no would be a lie, a lie that I wasn't willing to give him the satisfaction of seeing through, so instead I once again changed the subject.

"Come into the light. I can't see you."

"Maybe, I don't want to be seen."

"Why wouldn't you want to be seen?"

"Maybe, I'm shy." He replied softly.

I laughed hysterically for about a few seconds. Could a molester, a man who admittedly routinely forced himself into unsuspecting women be shy? Doubtful.

I felt my frustration begin to build a little. Alongside my arousal, which pissed me off. His every word was a turn on despite its contents. His voice an aphrodisiac, awakening my body once more.

Damnit, how did it get like this? Instead of taking advantage of my silence, he waited patiently for me to gather my thoughts. The only sounds from his darkened corner of the room was his breathing. A really sexy sound, sexy breathing- oh, for fucks sake!

Now, I was the one waving my hand in front of my face. A person shouldn't be able to sexually excite someone by simply existing, it wasn't meant to work like that. My underwear was already growing wet again and of course I didn't have a spare. Not that I would ever tell him. To have the power over me was one thing, but to have knowledge of that power was another thing entirely. I gritted my teeth, anxiety coursing through my veins.

"What's your name?" I asked after the silence seemed to grow too loud. He seemed to hesitate like he wasn't sure of how to respond. I frowned again, it's not like I'd asked him something extremely probing. A name was a safe start, right? Not, like it was his bank details.

"Akira." He finally responded.

"Is that your real name?"

"Does it matter?" Maybe not, but what if it did? A stray thought crept into my head, making me freeze. What if he's Yakuza? That would explain the secrecy and the criminal tendencies. I literally met him through him molesting me on a train and now I was in a fucking hotel room with him. Alone.

I could have slapped myself. It took me a second to realise he was speaking again.

"Carmen," I blurted without thinking. I cringed at my stupidity. Shit, now the Yakuza had my name. Maybe he wouldn't think my bank details were such a far-fetched question now.

"Is that

your

real name?" His voice was almost playful. No point in lying now, so I nodded lamely. "Interesting."

I bit my lip, balling my fingers into the sheet I still clutched to my chest. How to get out of this situation, how to get out. My rational mind coming back full force as a sort of fuck you for neglecting her unwavering wisdom earlier.

Maybe I could knock him over the head with the lamp. My inner thoughts grinned savagely at the thought. However, after quickly surveying the object from the corner of my eye, l discovered the base was rooted in the table. There was no way I was moving that thing unless I took the table apart. The lamp didn't allow me to see much else of the room besides the bed. Hey, strangling him with the sheet didn't sound like such a bad idea or even smothering him with one of the super fluffy pillows...Ha! Ladies and gentlemen, I'd truly lost my mind.

"You're quiet. What are you thinking about?" His baritone broke through my panicked, yet satirical thoughts. So, I said the first thing that came to mind. Which usually meant it would be the dumbest.

"You molested me, fondled me on a train in front of people. You're a molester." Checkmate. My voice was a lot more shrill than I'd expected, but it was the truth. Perhaps, I may have been able to convince myself that the pleasure was worth it, but there was still that rational side who wanted blood. His chuckle surprised me and not just because it was as warm and rich as his voice...

"If I'm a molester, then you're a willing victim." He shot back. I gasped, my eyebrows knitting together.

"I wasn't willing!" My voice grew louder and higher. The desire to deny everything was almost undeniable with this version of my mind. Was it truly insane of me to wish that I had never tried confronting him? That I could go back to the post-orgasmic peace that he could provide, the truth was jarring and I wasn't all that ready for it. At the same time, no. I wasn't delusional, even if I was a tiny weeny bit desperate. Okay, okay, more than a tiny weeny bit.

"Liar." His voice whipped out. My toes curled at the sound. "You told me to touch you and make you come yesterday. This morning you did it again. Even now you want it. I can tell by the tremble in your voice that you're already wet. Plus, you didn't need much convincing to meet me again, did you?" Heat slithered up my neck. Bastard, cocky and annoying. He didn't know everything, even if he thought he did. But, what was my excuse?

"I wasn't thinking clearly." Ha, good one Carmen. On second thoughts, very true. My brain tended to disappear when he touched me, like it thought 'don't worry, Carmen, Akira can think for the both of us'. I struggled to say the next words, like my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. "You made me feel things I've-"

"Never felt before," he finished. "Yes, I realised that and I enjoyed making you feel those things."

I jolted. Was I that obvious, acting virginal even though I wasn't one? God, how embarrassing. I couldn't voice those things, so instead I asked the other thing that had been bugging me since yesterday morning.

"Why me?" My words were slow, faint and barely above a whisper. Did I really want to know the answer?

"Why not?" Akira said. His shadow moved, as if leaning back on the object he was sitting on. "You're beautiful and I like beauty. Especially when it's twisted and marred in rapture. A pretty face pinched in pleasure, pink, panting, and pleading. That type of beauty excites me."

"My face isn't pink" I tried to still my racing pulse. He laughed and then replied.

"Brown skin can also turn pink with a little extra attention and the hue can be even more beautiful. Richer."

"Why are you doing this?" I slowly shook my head as I said this. No matter how hard I tried, I was struggling to make sense of any of this. "Are you Yakuza or something?" I said in an off-handed manner. Akira laughed loudly, the sound unexpected in the dark.

"No, but I'll tell you why I'm doing this." He paused and then continued. "You may not realise it yet, but you like to be seen. Forced to feel pleasure that your beautiful body can barely handle and to have your limits pushed until breaking point." I took a hurried breath thinking about the old Japanese lady with the green shopping bag, her eyes wide as she stared at me. The salaryman's eyes transfixed as he watched my body and the feel of his eyes as they drank in my pleasure and finally the whole train car. Bodies warm and alive, surrounding me. Their attention making me come so much harder.

"As for me," he continued. "I don't like to be seen, but I want to force you, train you to feel that pleasure and push your limits until you come apart. I want to bask in your twisted, rapturous beauty as you convulse under my fingers, my tongue, teeth, lips and whatever else I have to give."

My silence was seemingly unending, but he decided to fill it.

"So, if you want to peel back the pleasure that you have been denied. Come over here, tell me what you need. What you desire." There was a challenge in his voice, a challenge that I would usually shy away from, but now, I was gasping. He was right, I was wet. My nipples hard and aching and for once my rational mind was willingly taking a backseat. It was as if she had no counter argument for why this was a bad idea. The stubborn bitch even went as far as to roll out a red carpet to him and she dared me to walk across it.

I thought about the all-consuming pleasure on the train, pleasure so strong my body had eventually shut itself down. So, I did the only thing that made sense. I pushed the sheets away from me, climbed onto shaky legs and slowly moved in his direction. My breathing laboured and my gait unsteady.

"On your knees, I want you to crawl."

I didn't hesitate, didn't think, didn't care, I just did. I lowered myself to my knees, and continued in his direction. When I'd finally reached him, he suddenly tightly grasped my braids and I gasped as his grip pulled at my roots. "Tell me what you want from me. What do you want me to do to you?"

I exhaled in a breathy rush, focusing hard on forming coherent sentences. Appreciative that my voice didn't give away my desperation, although I imagine he knew despite the lack of quivering. "I want you to train me."

He groaned as I repeated the words he'd used earlier. "I want you to cause me pleasure and allow me to pleasure you." I thought about the one-sidedness of my previous relationship and inwardly recoiled from it. Pleasure should always be mutual, one person shouldn't always take while the other gives. There was no love or fairness in that.

"You want to pleasure me?" His voice sounded surprised, but also deeper like the thought was turning him on. I didn't trust my words, so I nodded knowing he'd be able to feel it as he was still gripping my hair. "Okay, take my cock in your hand and show me how much you want it. How much you want to cause me pleasure and then I'll reward that delectable pussy." He purred and my pussy clenched tight, flooding with juices.

I held my breath as I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered, the rustle of fabric. Then, I reached forward and grasped his shaft. It was a delicious marriage of rock hardness encased in satin. Thick, warm and pulsing. My mouth watered. I wanted it in a way that Tony had never made me want his. I wanted it with my whole being, like a starving woman who'd discovered a vast feast. So, I began gently moving my hand up and down. Pumping it in my fist. Marvelling at the feel of it, the silky, girth, the length and the spicy scent.

"What are you waiting for?" I made no move to respond, transfixed on the shadowy, cylindrical outline of his dick. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness, but not nearly fast enough. Then finally, I lowered my head swallowing his shaft to the root, he gasped out, his gasp turning into a groan. I swirled my tongue around the head, suctioned my cheeks.

The smell was so strong and rich in my nostrils and I felt almost lightheaded. The darkness also surprisingly made the sensations more alluring, it heightened all of my other senses. My sense of touch and taste: his rock hardness slipping through my lips and tasting so strong, masculine and intoxicating. My sense of smell: highlighting that spicy scent, the way it seemed to get stronger the closer I got to the base, especially when my nose was buried in his pubic hair. Finally, my hearing: every gasp and moan from him, gulp and hiss he made, shot straight like an arrow to my clit.

It was like we were connected. My left hand wrapped loosely around his balls, enjoying the rich sound of him moaning. On its own accord, my right hand snaked into my panties, coating itself in my juices and then stroking my clit.

I could feel his strong thighs quivering on either side of my head as he slowly began to thrust in and out of my mouth. My jaw began to ache at the effort, but I wouldn't stop for the world. His hand was still laced tightly in my braids and he constantly tugged my head upwards, before shoving it back to the base. I moaned each time, causing a vibration to shoot from my throat and up his shaft making him tense under me. I found myself being unable to lower my head all the way to the base, suddenly. I had to pull harder against his grip, as I looked up to see his shadow throw his own head backward, while he gyrated his hips in my face.

"Yes, Carmen," he growled, teeth still clenched. The sheer effort it displayed made me smile. "Use your tongue more." He groaned as I did as he commanded, moving my tongue under foreskin and around the sensitive head of his glans. "I need you to work for that dick, swallow it. Show me you want it." I did, moaning wildly as my own pleasure built. Spurned on by the glorious sensations I was causing him. He always seemed so in control on the train, in charge and domineering, but here was my playground and to feel him losing himself like this was extraordinary. I felt like a goddess.

This was what I needed, this was what I wanted. I felt him start throbbing in my mouth, his balls tightening and his gasps increasing in frequency. My own climax wasn't that far away and I realised that I needed him to come with me more than anything. Yes, that would be my undoing. I began pumping my left hand faster at the base of his dick, sucking harder and vibrating my throat.

"What are you doing? Holy shit!" He spluttered, dissolving into groaning and grunting.

His thrusts in my mouth became more feral, as my fingers on my clit moved in time with his hips. It seemed now that he'd stolen back the power, using my mouth as he pleased with me hanging on for dear life. My lips were swollen, but my nipples had never been harder. And I reached my peak, I came hard as I sucked his glorious manhood. I couldn't stop, my body shuddering and pulsating, I squealed around his cock. I felt it abruptly thicken in my mouth as he pushed it to the very back of my throat and I began to gag. Ropes of cum shot into my mouth and I gulped it down without hesitation. Enjoying the flavour and savouring every drop. There was so much. Would I drown?

At last, he stopped coming and I sat back on my heels, both of us breathing hard. He finally tugged me up off the floor and had me face him whilst straddling his hips. His breath warm on my face, although I still couldn't make out his features.

"It seems we have an agreement, Carmen."

"It seems we do." I whispered back, still breathless. He then leaned forward and his lips met mine, and I gave myself over, mind, body and soul to that kiss. And what a kiss.

With that I learned just how pleasurable it could be to relinquish control...I crossed the threshold of my world of light and entered his filled with mystery, darkness and pleasure.

Allowing myself to finally become his.