Paul’s house was warm and inviting. Emmy wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but this wasn’t it. She was suddenly convinced that he was going to be one of those guys that gave her a nice spanking and then would get all mushy and lovey-dovey.
Well, hopefully, he would spank her hard enough to make her cum. God knew she was frustrated and in need of release.
Paul looked at Emmy and said, “Wine and pleasantries?”
Emmy shook her head, “No, I need to cum.”
Paul’s face lit up, “You are quite possibly the most perfect woman on earth! Shall I let you direct this scene, or are you willing to let me showcase my talents?”
“You’d let me be in charge?” she asked, confused.
“I’d let you tell me what you want, where and how you like to be touched, how much pain is just enough, but not too much,” he explained. “Or I can just do what I wish, and you can make me stop with a safe word.”
“I don’t have a clue what I want, except that I need you to hurt me and make me cum,” she admitted softly.
Paul took her into his arms and hugged her. Then he whispered in her ear, “I’m not interested in hurting you, Emmy. But I promise you will feel and enjoy pain mixed with pleasure like you have never known.”
Paul felt her body stiffen as she backed away.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked, unsure of why she was suddenly retreating.
“I’m sure to be as skilled as you are, you must have had a lot of practice. You may even have multiple submissives, each waiting their turn to be used by you,” she said accusingly.
Paul felt his patience being tried. Then he saw the misery on Emmy’s face and said, “I think we will have that wine after all. I want to share a bit more about myself before I hurt you and make you cum. I owe you that much.”
“You don’t owe me anything,” Emmy said, annoyed at herself for not just demanding that he take her home, because she needed sexual release so badly.
“Oh, but I think I do. And, regardless, I’d like to explain my level of expertise so that you can judge me just on facts, not assumptions,” he replied.
“I’m not judging you!” Emmy protested.
“Of course, you are! I would too in your shoes,” he said more calmly than he was feeling inside.
Emmy sipped wine from the glass he handed her and felt the smooth, cool liquid delighting her taste buds. “Wow, this is really good wine!” she laughed softly. She supposed she could at least enjoy this really amazing wine while he told his story of how he came to be skilled in the fine art of BDSM.
He smiled as he noticed that her demeanor relaxed, and that she seemed open to hearing what he had to say.
He took his own sip before he began, “I was twenty-one and right out of college when I took a job at the local community theater as a stagehand. I wanted to be an actor at the time and figured that was my foot in the door. There was an actress that seemed to headline all of the plays this local troupe put on and she was incredibly hot. She had red hair and was in her mid-forties, with a nice round ass and perfect hand-sized tits.”
Emmy took another sip of wine and nodded.
“One afternoon she was in her dressing room before any of the actors were due to be at the theater. I heard her scream and I went running in to save her from whatever terrible fate had caused her to cry out. Imagine my shock and embarrassment when she was sitting back in her chair with her legs spread wide open and a bowling pin from the prop room jammed in her pussy.”
Emmy’s eyes flew open wide and she laughed heartily, “Oh my gosh, what happened then?”
The sound of her laughter pleased him greatly, “She saw me and told me to close the door and get down on my knees to clean her up before the others arrived.”
“That’s priceless!” Emmy giggled.
“That was the beginning of a wonderful friends with benefits relationship. Her name was Cecilia, but everyone called her Cici. She taught me everything I know about sex, bondage, and impact play. I was smitten, she was just having a good time. She made sure I got some bit parts but told me to be smart and get a real job to pay my bills. After eight years of being under her tutelage, I asked her to marry me. She turned me down, retired from the theater, and left town with one of her leading men. I was stunned, hurt, bewildered, and all sorts of other emotions. But I licked my wounds and decided that I would get out there in the dating world and find a woman who might enjoy the experience I came with,” he said wistfully.
“I’m so sorry, Paul, that’s terrible that she hurt you like that,” Emmy put her hand on his knee to console him. But the heat of her hand shot straight up his leg and it took every ounce of energy to not whip out his dick and fuck her right now!
“What hurt worse was discovering that a lot of women aren’t looking for what I have to offer. Apparently, there isn’t a huge market for a man who wants to leave his mark on a woman, literally,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “So I joined Erotic Partners and have had a string of first dates with women who are either looking to be tied up and just paddled a few times or women who want me to slap their faces, spit on them and whip them till they bleed.”
He took another sip of wine and continued, “Neither of those choices seemed very palatable to me, so I started searching profiles for tea drinkers. Then, recently, I stumbled across a photo of the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Gorgeous red hair, the bluest eyes, petite and curvy. When I clicked on her gallery and saw the body shot, I saw boobs big enough for hands, just aching to be squeezed, a mouth that needed to be filled, and an ass just begging to be caned. I was going to ping you and then I saw you had responded yes to the Erotic Singles Mixer. So, I went, kept my eyes on the door until you showed up, and made myself sound creepy as fuck only minutes into our first conversation.”
Emmy smirked, “Begging to be caned? I must instruct my ass to not be so obvious next time. And what, pray tell, should my mouth be filled with?”
Paul laughed, “Maybe I should have started that conversation by saying ‘hi, my name is Paul, you look fun, can I cane your ass?’ It might have come across less stalkerish!”
“True, but then I wouldn’t have gotten a chance to have a lovely meal with you and it would have set a completely different tone for us,” Emmy admitted, feeling stunned by that revelation.
Paul smiled nervously, “I do want to squeeze your tits, fill your mouth with my cock, cane your ass, and a million other kinky, depraved things. But I also want to drink tea with you, enjoy date nights, sip wine, and listen to music together, and maybe even binge watch streamed television shows in our pj's on the couch. I’m getting way ahead of myself here, I know. But I guess what I am trying to say is, I want the whole nine yards. Yes, I want your body, God knows I do, but I want the witty conversations and the quiet walks holding hands, I want to both own you and cherish you.”
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend or your submissive?” Emmy asked bluntly.
“Can’t I ask you to be both?” Paul asked earnestly.
She sighed, “Well, in my experience…”
“Fuck your experience, Emmy! And fuck whatever preconceived notions you have about what a Master/sub relationship is supposed to look like! Take a chance on me, Em! Be mine! Let me show you a world where you can be treated like a princess out on the town and then come home to a playroom where I put a spreader bar between your legs and spank your pussy with my crop,” Paul felt like he was blowing his chance, big time, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop blurting things out.
But Emmy saw things differently. She smiled, “Do you want to just stop talking and give me the last part of what you promised for the evening?”
His brows furrowed, “What did I promise you?”
“Well, if I recall correctly, there was something about taking me over your knee and spanking me if I didn’t wear panties. I followed through with my side of the bargain, as you know, so when do we get to the part where you spank me? Because then I can decide if this is all just boasting on your part or if you really have mad spanking skills,” she giggled.
“Emmy, are you tipsy?” Paul asked smiling.
“Nope, just horny as fuck. Okay, maybe a little bit tipsy, too. Probably a lotta bit tipsy. Just please, can we skip ahead to the interactive portion of tonight’s program before I lose my nerve?” she said rattling off the words as if it were a race.
Paul wasted no more time, he sat on the couch next to Emmy and said, “Lay across my lap and lift your dress for me.”
Emmy did exactly what Paul said and moaned softly when he started to rub the palm of his hand over her naked ass cheeks.
“You’ve got a great ass, slut!” he said in a seductive low tone. Then, without any warning, he gave her two sharps slaps in quick succession, one on each side.
SPANK! SPANK!
Emmy moaned loudly as she felt her pussy get wet, “More, please, Sir.”
Paul’s cock went to full bulge status and ached to be released from his pants. Summoning all the patience he could muster, he gave her what she needed from him, what he needed to give.
SPANK! SPANK!
“God, yes! Again, please, Sir!” she cried out.
SPANK! SPANK!
She begged for more
SPANK! SPANK!
Tears streamed down her face as she started to feel alive for the first time in weeks.
SPANK! SPANK!
Paul reached between her legs and spread them apart a bit. He searched for signs of arousal and was rewarded with a handful of her sweet nectar. He brought his fingers to his mouth to taste her and that did him in.
“Emmy, I need to know if you are protected. Because I need to fuck you while I finish spanking you, and I could promise to pull out, but that wouldn’t be very satisfying for either one of us,” he said with urgency as he sat her on the couch, stood up, unzipped his pants, and let his big thick dick bust out of his boxers.
She was eye level with his magnificent cock and the distraction rendered her unable to process his question, “Wh-what?”
“Are you on the pill or do I need a condom?” he asked, a little exasperated.
“Oh! Oh, I’m on the pill,” she said, his intentions dawning on her. She grinned, “Is this the portion of the date where you fuck me blind?”
He simply smiled and said, “Yes, take off your dress, leave the stockings and the heels on.”
She did as he asked and was not surprised when he remained fully clothed with just his rigid shaft sticking straight out of his fly, ready to impale her. Alexander liked to stay dressed while he fucked her. She used to wonder if that was to make sure she understood that she was vulnerable, and he was not. Did it mean the same thing with Paul? She couldn’t be sure, yet.
He led her behind the couch, so she had something to lean on and hold onto while he slid inside her and slapped her ass.
“God, you’re so tight!” Paul moaned. “Fuck! I’ve waited all week to feel my cock inside you, and you were so worth the wait!”
Emmy felt his girth open her up and stretch her out, “It’s just because your cock is the thickest that I’ve ever taken inside me.”
Paul smiled at how specific her comment was and gauged it as genuine, “I’m glad you like it. I’m gonna start fucking you now. I’m gonna start off slow and let you get used to my size. Then I’m gonna speed things up and fuck you hard, just the way you like it.”
Emmy nodded. “Yes, God, yes! Please fuck me!” she begged. “Fuck me hard and fast and deep!”
Overcome with emotion, tears threatened to spill again, but she continued to urge Paul to pump into her. He reached around and found her clit, rubbed it gently while still spanking her hard. The combination sent her right over the edge as her walls gripped his cock and brought him right along with her.
Moments later he guided her back to a sitting position on the couch and held her close while their heartbeats gradually came down the intense pounding in their chests. He rubbed a hand gently over her ass cheeks that looked bright red and a little angry.
“You okay, baby?” Paul asked his breath still a little ragged.
“Mmm-hmmm! That was intense and wonderful,” Emmy replied, just as out of breath.
“You look sexy in nothing but your thigh high stockings and heels,” he said.
“You look pretty fucking hot still all decked out in your suit with just your weapon drawn!” she smirked. This was a much different experience than what she had imagined, and certainly very different than anything she was used to. She couldn’t recall a time that she and Alexander had joked with each other. When she made him laugh with her weapon drawn comment, it made her feel warm inside.
“Will you stay the night?” he asked trying to sound hopeful.
“Well, you did promise to fuck me blind, and I can still see. Plus, there was some mention about treating my body to decadent sensations. So, I’m guessing I'd better stick around,” she answered, just as hopeful.
Paul raised an eyebrow, “Well, I am a man of my word so I’d best get to the bonus part of the date where I ask if I can demonstrate my rather impressive caning skills.”
Emmy laughed, “I’m trying to get a sense of who you are, and you keep surprising me. You were quite stern when you spanked me and fucked me, but now you are playfully asking me if you can cane my ass.”
“You’re wondering if I can be a strict enough Master for you, and if I can provide the amount of ache and sting that sends your body into overdrive,” he said, contemplating his next move. “I assure you that I can give you what you need. Although, I must admit, the blindness I guaranteed was a metaphor.”
Emmy allowed a giggle to escape her lips. She found herself extremely aroused again.
“I’m just not used to this amount of levity during a session,” she admitted.
Paul felt a grimace on his face. “Emmy,” he said softly, “I promise you I can be a stringent Master. In fact, there will be times I may seem overly harsh and demanding. But my need to own you and mark you as mine doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy some humor thrown into the mix.”
Emmy looked confused, so Paul continued, “I am a stern Master, but not unkind. I am a harsh Master, but not cruel. I will own your body and give it all the pain it can handle and more, but I will hold your heart carefully in my hands and love you like you deserve to be loved.”
“It’s awfully soon to be using the word love,” she said sardonically.
Paul thought for a moment, “Fair enough. How soon did Alexander speak of love?”
Emmy’s face flushed and she felt anger rising inside, “You said you are not cruel, yet you bring that up, knowing he never once said he loved me.”
Immediately sorry, Paul took Emmy by the hands, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that, truly I didn’t. How could he not love you when you gave him everything? He didn’t deserve you, Emmy!”
“And you do?” Emmy questioned softly.
“A Master who doesn’t love his submissive is merely using her for his pleasure. I’m not above using you for my pleasure, but there'd damn well better be something in it for you besides some piercings and scars,” he answered, trying desperately to hold back the anger and contempt he felt for the man who broke her heart.
Emmy felt ashamed, “Isn’t that what being a submissive is supposed to be about? The Master uses his slut for pleasure and, if she’s lucky, she might get release as well?”
“If that’s the kind of Master you want, I can take you home now. But if you want to take a chance with someone who will dominate you and cherish you, follow me upstairs,” Paul said gruffly.
“Is that an ultimatum?” Emmy asked.
“As you like,” Paul said stiffly.
Emmy was quiet for a few moments.
“I’d like an answer, Emmy. Am I taking you home? Or giving you the opportunity to be both a pain slut and a valued treasure?” Paul’s voice was calm, but his eyes gave away the fact that he was angry and hurt.
Emmy realized that if she went upstairs, it wasn’t a contract. He wasn’t demanding forever at the moment. Just right now. “I’d like to go upstairs, please,” she said barely above a whisper.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked sternly.
“Please, Sir,” she said, lowering her gaze.
“That’s a good girl,” he said, “Now get your slutty ass upstairs so I can introduce you to my cane.”
She climbed the stairs slowly and when she got to the top, Paul said, “Stand up against the railing, bend over it, and hold onto the bars for balance.”
Emmy did as she was instructed while Paul stepped away for a moment. He came back with an ominous-looking cane in his hands. He ran the cane over her skin from her back to her bottom. Then he slid it between her legs and teased his way up her inner thighs. Emmy moaned with pleasure.