I reached down and ran my fingers across her bare thighs. Her breath hitched as her gaze met mine, her eyes full of lust.
I teased the fabric that covered what I already knew to be the sweetest pussy I’d ever tasted. “You like when Daddy chokes you, don’t you?” I teased. I slowly moved her panties to the side and slipped one finger between her folds. She was soaked and needy. Her breath came in quick little pants, making my cock swell. She licked her lips seductively.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said in a breathy whisper. I chuckled at how responsive she was to me.
“Good girl,” I growled into her ear.
I pulled my hand free and I let her throat go slowly. She frowned up when I reached behind her to close the car door, amused at her obvious disappointment I chuckled.
I could have bent her over and punished her with my cock right here in the driveway but there will be plenty of time for that.
I pressed my hand at the small of her back nudging her toward the cobblestone walkway. When we got to the front door I placed my finger on the fingerprint reader for the keyless entry.
“Wow, that’s fancy,” she said, her face still flushed from my teasing.
The door unlocked with a quiet clicking noise. I opened it wide and guided her through the door. She stopped in the foyer to admire her surroundings. The house was fully renovated and decorated by one of the best interior designers. From the decorative pillows to the provocative sculptures that sat throughout the space, quality touched every corner.
“Would you like to spend a few days here with me?” I asked as I pressed against her back and wrapped my arms holding her close, she reached up and caressed my arm leaning into my embrace. “I’d love to, but I have work,” she sounded disappointed.
“Not until we return Wednesday, I set it up withMr. Winters.”Mr. Winters is her boss. Who happens to be a patron at the club, so when I had Miss Rice make a call to his office, he was happy to help. Mr Winters frequented the auction events.
“You called my boss?” she snapped pulling out of my hold. “Yes, sweetheart. I did.” She seemed like she was going to get upset but for some reason she thought better of it.
She looked at the floor with confusion in her gaze.
“Is something the matter?” She seemed thoughtful.
She started to shake her head but then stopped and looked up at me, “It just…it gets confusing. When do I be your sub, and when do I be myself?” She blushed, looking back down at the floor.
“I was afraid the lines would get crossed, I should have taken the time last night to clarify this with you. Forgive me for my eager behavior.” I had plans of sitting down and going over everything with her last night but after the crap day I had with all the crazy shit with Teddy, I was eager to get inside her. This trip will be a good place to go over expectations and answer any questions she has.
“You are always my submissive, the expectations are the only thing that change with our surroundings. I always want you to be you, but during a session, I will require more specific behavior. Don’t worry Delaney, I will teach you.” I stepped toward her, closing the gap between us. I reached up and caressed her cheek, she leaned into it, as her eyes momentarily closed.
“Come with me,” I offered my elbow. She wrapped her delicate hands around my biceps. She let me lead her blindly.
I knelt down and unfastened her sandal slipping them from hermanicured feet, then removing my own shoes. We walked down a small pathway that led right to the water on my private beach. The privacy was the only reason I wanted this place. I could enjoy the water and the feel of the warm sand between my toes and not have to worry about being bothered by anyone. Now that Delaney was here I couldn’t help but think of more ways to enjoy the seclusion.
We walked all the way to where the water met the sand, dipping our toes in. She used one hand to cover her face from the sun and the other to hold her dress by the hem to keep it from getting wet. I watched as she twirled, splashing the water up her legs while she giggled, each spin raising the fabric up her leg a little more.
I watched with a lustful gaze until she turned to face me. I lifted my hand, using two fingers to beckon her to come to me. She put her hands to her side and walked slowly, until she was standing in front of me. I stepped closer until our bodies were touching and I was looking down on her. Using one finger I traced the goosebumps that were forming on her arms.
“Are you hungry?” I spoke slowly and seductively.
Her face flushed crimson red. With parted lips her tongue swiped out to moisten them, when she nodded.
Crawl to me…
Delaney
Dallas and I enjoyed a quiet lunch together on the beach after we walked along the shoreline and chatted about our agreement in detail. I asked so many questions that I thought at some point he would tell me to stop talking. But he never did. He just continued to answer every single one of my questions, even the ones I thought would be scoffed at.
I didn’t realize how much I still had to learn about this lifestyle – kinks and fantasies in a million years I would never have come up with. It made me feel naïve but then Dallas would give me words of encouragement, making me feel less silly and inexperienced. I reassured myself that he was a beginner to this world at some point too.
Lost in my thoughts, I came back to reality when the beach house came into view again. On the terrace overlooking the sea he had me sit down and make a list of all the things I wanted to try during our time together, and a separate list of hard limits… things I wouldn’t try with anyone. Ever. I’m not one to enjoy having someone’s entire fist shoved inside any of my delicate places. I’m not yucking anyone’s yum, that kink is just not for me.
I walked back over to him where he sat in the study, waiting for me to finish. He was sitting in a relaxed position and scrolling through emails. With a notepad and a pen in my hand, I joined him on the sofa.
“Have you finished?” He asked me without looking up from his screen.
