She glances at me hesitantly. “Was there more? To your dream?”
Nodding, I say, “A lot more. You want to hear the rest?”
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. That pleases me greatly.”
She lowers her eyes in perfect supplication. “I aim to please you.”
I’m electrified by both her actions and her words. “Natalie… God.”
“Is that the wrong thing to say?”
“No, it’s fucking perfect. You’re perfect.” Because I can’t resist her for another second, I take her in my arms and kiss her with the wild passion that has grown and multiplied inside me as I described my erotic fantasies to her.
She returns my passion with her own, meeting my tongue stroke for stroke until we’re once again prone, me on top of her, wrapped up in each other.
I end the kiss slowly, in stages, reluctantly. “You’re not running from me in fear.”
“No. Quite the opposite, in fact.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m dying to hear the rest. Will you tell me?”
I press my rock-hard cock against her pubic bone. “Can I stay here?”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “I wish you would.”
I nuzzle her neck. “I ask you if it’s turning you on to have other people watch as I fuck your ass with my fingers.”
She draws in a sharp deep breath.
“You try to deny it, but you’re so wet. Your body can’t lie to me. I ask you if you know what happens to sweet subs who lie to their Doms. Your eyes are wide with fear and desire and curiosity as you shake your head no. They get their asses spanked until they are red and rosy and too sore to sit on for days. You deny it when I ask if that turns you on, so I do it to prove you wrong. I spank your upturned ass so hard, it echoes through the big room.” To make my point, I reach under her and squeeze her ass cheek, drawing a deep moan from her that makes me crazy with wanting her. “I fuck your ass hard with my fingers, and then I withdraw them, almost to the point of removing them before driving them back in as I suck on your clit. You come so hard that your ass muscles almost break my fingers, and I love it. But I didn’t give you permission to come, so you know what that means.”
She looks up at me, flushed and feverish, her lips swollen from our kisses and damp from the drag of her tongue. “I have to be punished?”
“That’s right,” I say, delighted by her.
“How?”
“I pull my fingers free of your ass so quickly that you gasp from the loss. You’ve quickly grown to love the way it feels to have my fingers there. Imagine what it will be like to take my cock there?”
“It would never fit.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” I say with a low rumble of laughter, “yes, it would.”
She shakes her head.
I smile at her, and my heart is full of the possibilities. “I’d make it so good for you, you’d beg me for it again and again.”
“Never.”
“Are you challenging your Dom, little sub?”
“Maybe. Is… Is that how you’d punish me? By making me do that?”
“No, honey. I would never make that a punishment. That’s something that has to be done carefully and with lots of preparation so you won’t be hurt.”
“Oh,” she says, seeming relieved. “How could it not hurt?”
“I didn’t say it doesn’t hurt, but the goal is not to injure you. See the difference?”
“If it hurts, why would anyone want to do it?”
God, I love her so much, and I love that we are lying here together talking about things that seemed so far outside the realm of possibility only yesterday. “Because after it stops hurting, the pleasure is unlike anything you’ll ever experience.”
“How do you know? Have you done it?”
“Do you mean have I had it done to me?”
“Yeah.”
“No.”
“Then how do you know it feels good after it stops hurting?”
“Because people who love it, truly love it, will tell you it’s an orgasm unlike any other.”
She ponders that in her thoughtful way. “How do you punish me?”
“I clamp your nipples, which makes you scream from the painful pleasure. When I ask if you need your safe word, you shake your head even as tears spill down your sweet cheeks. I’m so proud of how courageous you are, and how focused. You’ve forgotten all about the people who are watching us, and you’re thinking only of me and what we’re doing together. You’ve made me very proud.” I kiss her softly, sweetly, because I sense she needs some sweetness right now.
“What happens next?”
“I turn you over so you’re bent over the table, and I spank you until your ass is red and hot. And then I make you take a plug. It’s big, but not as big as I am, and eventually I want you to be able to take me. Again, you fight me, you struggle against the invasion, but you can’t resist me. The plug settles into place, and you cry out from the shock of it. I lick you, from your clit to your ass, loving the way the plug stretches you. And then I fuck you, which isn’t easy with the plug taking up so much space. It’s a tight fit, and your muscles fight me, which feels like you’re coming nonstop. It feels incredible. I mess with the plug to remind you it’s there.”