A week later I pulled into his driveway, still wondering why I was continuing to meet him. What was it about him that kept me awake at night reliving our meetings... wondering what he would do next time? I shivered at the thought as I picked up my purse and walked toward the front door.
As my finger reached for the doorbell, the door came open, startling me so that I jumped. Brad stood dressed in black suit pants, a white starched shirt, and red tie, smiling his warmest of smiles.
"Hi Joni," he said reaching out and slipping his hand around my waist. "Come in."
The entire sequence of events had thrown me off guard and I avoided his eyes as we climbed the stairs to the second story. Once again I was awed by the breathtaking view from his second story and stared at the ocean until he pulled me into his arms.
"How are you?" he asked searching my eyes.
"OK... fine," I said trying to smile.
"But?..." he asked.
"I'm still nervous around you, Brad," I said looking at his chin.
"Why?" He brushed my cheek gently with his large hand and I closed my eyes, trying to relax and accept his comfort.
"I'm not used to giving up so much control... or being around someone who has so much control over me." I kissed his hand and smiled at him.
"I only have as much control as you give me, Joni. Remember that." He leaned forward and kissed my lips softly.
"Yes. I guess that's true."
"Perhaps today we will see how much control you will relinquish." He raised an eyebrow mischievously, sending a shiver through my body.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked.
"See? You're trying to take control back already," he laughed. "Come. Let me show you what I picked up for us to share today." He led me into the kitchen where he had arranged the coffee, forks, and a plate holding a beautiful fruit tart on the serving tray he had used the week before. "Shall we?" he asked nodding towards the table. I followed as he led the way and waited as he sat the tray down.
Just as I was waiting for him to pull out a chair for me to sit, he turned and smiled at me as if waiting for me to answer a question. When my confusion became obvious, he cleared his throat and nodded at my clothing.
"Take your blouse off," he said quietly. My legs trembled as I realized he was commanding me, taking control. Our eyes locked as my fingers methodically opened the buttons and pulled the red, silk fabric from my skirt. His eyes moved to the black lace bra and then back to my eyes.
"Now the skirt," he said taking the blouse from my hand. I quickly unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it, revealing the black, snap-crotch panties, garter belt, and stockings that had been hidden beneath.
"Mmm... very nice," he said taking my skirt and pulling out a chair for me to sit. "I think I will leave you in that for now." He took my clothes over to the hall closet and hung them carefully, returning with a new bag from Camouflage. I glanced at it as he laid it on the table and pulled his chair over to sit across from me.
"I'm surprised you didn't wear the corset," he said pouring the coffee into the cups.
"You hadn't said that you wanted me to wear it today." I wondered if my answer sounded defensive.
"True... and yet I hadn't said that I wanted you to not wear it either." He handed me my cup and I searched his face trying to follow his train of thought. It was blank and unreadable.
"I'm not sure I'm following you, Brad. Did you want me to wear it today?"
"Just noting your level of independence, Joni," he said sipping his coffee. I still wasn't sure what he was alluding to, but I decided not to pursue a clarification.
"Let's talk about control," said Brad setting his cup down on the table and loosening his tie. "Tell me what you like about having it... and what you like about giving it away."
I thought about the situations I normally felt control over... shopping, driving, masturbating. My friends often accused me of being a control freak. I have to have everything organized and planned out and hate just going with the flow.
"I guess I like having things come out the way I want them to, when I want them to... you mean that kind of control?"
"That's fine," said Brad. "Why do you think you like things that way?"
"I don't know..." I stared at my coffee and thought about his question. "I guess I don't like surprises."
"And why do you like giving your control to me?" He stroked my leg with his index finger, bringing my eyes back up to his.
"It's a lot of work to be in control all the time, Brad." I had never realized how much work it was until that very moment. I suddenly felt very weary.
"Yes it is," he agreed. "And when you give it to me?"
"I'm free... to just be... feel... experience... let go."
"And what if you don't get what you want?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"What if you want something to happen and it doesn't?" I must have continued to look confused and Brad chuckled and reached for a fork. Slowly he took a sliver of the tart onto the fork and held it up to my mouth.
"Open your mouth for me," he said nodding at my lips. I opened them toward the fork, which he positioned on the tip of my tongue. "Don't move... don't swallow... don't even lick your lips." I sat obediently, feeling the saliva collecting inside my mouth as the sweet taste of the tart triggered my automatic reflexes.
"I want you to notice how you feel as your desire to respond to your body builds. At first it is almost pleasant to deprive yourself of such immediate gratification, knowing the longer you wait, the better it will feel." He sat back and picked up his coffee, sipping it slowly as he watched me... mouth open, tongue laden with fruit tart, salivating like crazy.
"Then you reach a point where you're fighting your body's automatic response to a stimulus. For years you've responded without thinking, and now suddenly you have to focus so totally to stop the response that it consumes all of your energy. You can think of nothing else but fighting off the urge to give in." I felt myself start to panic as the saliva threatened to escape my lips. Surely he would let me swallow before I started to drool down my chin. I gripped my coffee cup tighter to keep my hands still.
"Can you give me that much control, Joni?" he asked. "Will you fight your own will to obey me?" I felt the tears well up in my eyes as the saliva escaped my lips and trickled down the corner of my mouth. I stared at him as he slowly sat his cup back down on the table.
"Now!" he said. "You may eat it now."
I swallowed quickly, holding the uneaten tart on my tongue. Brad took my face in his hands and tenderly wiped the remnants of saliva off my chin. As I slowly chewed the delicious flavors, he leaned forward and kissed my lips softly.
"Good girl," he said smiling at me. "You did very well." He picked up the fork and fed himself a piece, savoring it as slowly as I had. "Now tell me how you felt doing that."
"I was determined not to disappoint you, even though I was angry that you would actually let me drool down my chin."
"So you felt angry?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yes... I guess I did... even though I knew you were trying to teach me something."
"And how did it taste afterward?"
"I only remember tasting your lips," I said smiling at him.
He fed me alternate bites as I sat quietly, watching his eyes... his lips... his expressions as he ate. I wanted him to kiss me again... to touch me. I wondered if he knew how much I had thought about him making love to me... what it would be like to be so totally consumed by him.
"I have another surprise for you today," he said nodding at the Camouflage bag. I grinned at him as I rolled the last bite around on my tongue slowly... savoring it as he had taught me. "Would you like to see?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He sat his coffee down and reached for the bag. He withdrew a long white box and handed it to me as I sat my cup down on the table. I opened the end, and tilting the box down, slid out an odd shaped vibrator. I raised my eyebrows as I looked up at him and then examined it more closely. The head looked like a man and toward the bottom was a small protrudence that looked like a tiny beaver head. I giggled as I turned it over and looked at it.
"I think it's time to see just how much control you have," said Brad standing up. "Let's go into the other room." His hand pressed the small of my back as he led me down the hallway towards the master bedroom. It was expansive, with a king-size bed majestically centered. One side was walled with mirrored closet doors that reflected the ocean view of the opposite wall.
"Take your bra off," said Brad taking the vibrator from my hand. I unhooked the front clasp and pulled it off my shoulders, placing it on a sitting chair nearby. My excitement was building as I waited for his next command. "Now the rest," he said nodding at my panties. I unhooked the stockings and slid them off, setting my shoes neatly under the chair. When I had dropped the panties and garter onto the chair, Brad nodded towards the bed.
"Lie down in the middle of the bed," he said taking off his tie. I did as he asked and watched as he took off his shirt. His chest was broad, and my eyes followed the dark hair down toward his navel as he moved toward the bed carrying his necktie.
"Something tells me I should tie your hands for this," he said. "Do you remember your safe word?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Good. Put your hands above your head." He quickly looped the tie around the brass headboard and tied an end to each wrist. After checking that I was secure, he laid down along my side, propping his head with one hand. With the other he began to run his finger down the middle of my chest very lightly, drawing imaginary circles around my navel, then each nipple as he began to speak.
"I bought this vibrator so that I can keep an eye on you today. I don't want you coming until I tell you to. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said arching my back toward his fingers.
"Now," he said picking up the vibrator, "spread your legs for me." The beaver began to hum as he rolled it over my nipples and then down across my navel. I watched as it traveled over my mound and teased my labia. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh as he parted the lips gently and slid it along the silky wetness that had already gathered.
"How does this feel?" whispered Brad.
"Wonderful," I moaned as he slipped the head further inside. He gently moved the first few inches in and out, lubricating it with my own juices. Then another inch, and another, until suddenly I felt the beaver vibrating against my clit.
"Oh!" I let out gasp as it hit my clit. Brad back it off slightly so that it wasn't touching and then moved it back on again as he watched my face.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
"Mmm.... yes," I moaned arching my back towards his hand. He pushed the vibrator in further, moving the little beaver back over my clit. He leaned his mouth forward and nibbled and then bit on my nipple. I thought I was going to scream from the sensations and already felt the beginnings of an orgasm building.
"Oh Brad!" I whimpered.
"Yes, Joni," he said moving the vibrator in and out... hitting the clit and then taking it away.
"Oh... I'm going to come soon."
"No! Not until I tell you to."
My legs were tensed as he fucked me with the vibrator and I gripped the tie for support as I wriggled toward his hand.
"Please... Brad!" I begged looking into his eyes. He continued to push the vibrator in and out, letting the tiny vibrating beaver chew on my clit until I was almost there and then pulling back as he bit my nipple.
"No!" he said. "Not yet!"
I was lost in my own desires, begging pitifully for his mercy... needing so badly to come that my uterus ached. The desire became unbearable as I fought the natural urge to come. He was unmerciful as he continued to shove it in and then pull it out as I came close to the edge.
"Please..." I whimpered.
"You come when I tell you to!" he answered.
"Yes!" I promised. "Just let me come... please." He pressed it in again, moving the tiny beaver head over my clit.
"Wait for my command," he warned me.
I grabbed the necktie tighter. I knew I would come soon and prayed that he would give me the command or I would surely fail his test.
"Now! Come Now!"
Screams poured from my throat as I came, convulsing over the vibrator, shaking the bed as I pulled against the restraint. How sweet was the release when I was finally allowed to come. I screamed until I sobbed and begged him to turn it off and let me rest. He removed the humming beaver and turned it off before reaching up and untying my hands. He pulled me into his arms and held me as I continued to tremble.
"You're such a good girl," he said kissing my forehead... my cheeks... my lips. I devoured his kisses, wanting him. Wanting to please him as he had pleased me.
"Brad," I sighed.
"Yes," he said holding me and stroking my hair.
"Will you fuck me?"
"Why do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
"I want to hear you come."
"No," he said softly. "Not today."
"Why do I feel so unsatisfied when you don't come?" I asked.
"Because you're used to giving. It's much easier to give than to receive."
"You think so?" I asked.
"Yes," he answered stroking my hair softly. "I know so." He smiled at me and kissed my lips softly. "I think I've kept you longer than we had agreed. Come and I'll help you get dressed."
My mind was in a daze as he dressed me tenderly, putting back the pieces of my other world until I was ready to return to it for another week.
"Same time next week?" he asked handing me my keys as I sat behind the steering wheel.
"Yes," I smiled at him. "Same time."
"Bye Hon," he said closing the door.
"Bye," I whispered.
©Copyright 1996 - 1998 Angela Preston. These stories may not be reprinted in any form without written permission.
