Camouflage - Chapter Six
"Hello Joni." Brad's smile was warm as he pulled me into his arms and closed the door behind me. I stiffened, and then relaxed as his mouth came down on mine. It was unusual for him to greet me so passionately, but I welcomed it after the arousing tale that Allison had just told me. My eagerness increased, and within moments he had pressed me back against the wall of the first floor foyer.
My purse fell to the floor as his hand clasped my wrists above my head. He continued kissing me as his other hand reached beneath my skirt and roughly grabbed the crotch of my soaked panties. He pulled his lips away and stared at me as he ripped the crotch snaps open and rubbed his fingers inside my slit.
"What's got you so excited today?" His face was inches away from mine and I closed my eyes to avoid his stare. He grabbed the hair on my mound and pulled it until I gasped, opening my eyes and staring at him.
"You," I answered.
"I don't think so," he said tightening his grip on my mound. "Your panties were soaked before you even got here." He released his grip and slid his fingers between the lips, rubbing my clit firmly. I closed my eyes and moaned softly and then gasped as he pressed two fingers deeply up inside.
"What was it?"
Already I felt the stirrings of an orgasm and wanted him to continue finger fucking me. I didn't want to tell him what Allison and I had talked about. What if he didn't want anyone to know about him... about us? His hip pressed me harder into the wall as a third finger entered me and his thumb rubbed against my clit.
"Tell me," he said rubbing my clit faster. "Now!"
"No... I can't." I panted. I squeezed myself against his fingers, feeling myself closer and closer to the edge.
"Don't you dare come until I tell you to," he hissed in my ear.
"Please," I whimpered. "Please let me come."
"Not until you tell me why you're so wet." He decreased the pressure of his hand and slowed his fingers. Unconsciously I tried to press myself harder against them, yearning for my release.
"It was just a story someone told me." His eyes were intense as he stared into my face, his lips just inches away from mine.
"Who?" He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and grabbed my clit. Slowly he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. When I hesitated, he squeezed it firmly.
"A friend," I gasped.
"Who?" he repeated, pressing harder.
"Allison..." I squirmed against his hand as he raised an eyebrow and smiled at me.
"What was the story about?" He let go of my clit and slid his fingers back up inside of me, twisting them as he moved them in and out.
"About a guy she used to date. It was nothing. Really."
"This hardly feels like nothing." He brought his wet fingers up and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked them seductively as he watched me.
"What about the guy?" he asked. He pulled his fingers out and slid them back in between my legs.
"He was... like you," I hesitated.
"Like me?" He let out a chuckle. "Like me, how?" His fingers were pinching my clit again, softly at first and then firmer as he waited for my reply. I tried to move my hips away from him, but he held me firmly.
"Tell me!" he said sternly. His eyes were on fire, and I could feel the hardness of his cock as he pressed me into the wall. I wanted him to take me right there. I was so ready.
"Please..." I moaned as his fingers started fucking me again. "She just told me what he did to her." He continued steadily faster with his hand until I was begging for him to let me come.
"No!" he hissed into my ear. "Not until you tell me what he did to her?" He flicked his hand quickly over my clit, knowing it would make me come.
"I can't wait!" I screamed.
"Yes you can!" yelled Brad. "Tell me!" Instinctively he flicked it faster as I bit my lip.
"Tell me," he warned, "or I'll stop."
"He... he... spanked her," I cried.
His hand flew up and down over my clit as his mouth came down on mine. I started to scream as he moaned over my mouth. "Come!"
The release was quick and intense as I shook beneath his hand, screaming into his kisses. His mouth told me he was as much on fire as I was. Perhaps my wetness had caught him off guard. His responses did not feel as controlled as before.
Slowly, he rubbed my mound as I quieted. He continued to press against me, biting and sucking on my lips as I thanked him in hoarse whispers. His hand came out from under my skirt and reached for the buckle of his belt.
"You shall have me now," he said staring into my eyes. My quieting was short-lived as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. "Get down on your knees," he whispered, letting go of my hands. I dropped quickly in front of him and started to reach for his cock.
"No," he said taking them and placing them behind my head. "Keep your hands behind your head... like this." It was quite uncomfortable, but the thought of actually having his cock in my mouth quickly made me forget about it.
The tip of his cock was glistening with pre cum and I licked my lips in anticipation. It was slightly larger than normal in length, but the thickness of it surprised me. Brad reached for my hair with one hand and grabbed the shaft of his cock with the other.
"Open your mouth," he said softly. "And keep it open."
I head my mouth open, and slowly he ran the head of his cock over my lips. I started to run my tongue over it and he grabbed my hair tighter.
"Don't move," he warned. "Hold completely still." I wanted so desperately to suck it that I whimpered out loud.
"Shhh." His look was concentrated as he watched his cock move over my lips. "You must learn to be patient. There's a better chance that you'll be rewarded if you do." He smiled an evil smile as he made his last comment. I concentrated on remaining absolutely still.
"Good girl," he said moving his cock further into my mouth. "Open wider." Slowly he ran it over my tongue and around the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. Then he pulled it back out and rubbed it over my lips.
"Tell me how much you want to suck it," he whispered.
"Please... let me suck it," I begged. "You know how much I want to."
"No I don't," he said teasingly rubbing it over my lips. "I want you to tell me how much."
My arms were starting to ache, but I pushed the feeling out of my mind.
"Please," I whimpered. "I want to please you... I want to give myself to you. Please let me."
"Mmmm..." he groaned as he pushed it in over my tongue. "Good girl. You may suck it now."
The taste of his cock filled my mouth and I choked briefly as he pushed it all the way in. Using his hips, he pulled it out and then pushed in deep inside again. He did not spare an inch and I struggled to keep up with his demands.
"Yes," he whispered quietly. "Keep sucking it."
Keeping one hand entwined in my hair, he reach down and slid the other inside my blouse. Finding my nipple just inside the corset, he grabbed it between his finger and thumb and rolled it back and forth. I struggled to keep my hands behind my head as he worked both my mouth and nipple. When I moaned out loud, he pressed my nipple harder.
"Keep sucking it," he moan. "Don't stop!" He pinched my nipple harder and I started to pull away from him.
"Make me cum, Joni!" he panted. "I'm going to pinch it harder until you make me cum!"
With a renewed eagerness, I sucked his cock deep into my throat, running my tongue over the long shaft. Moaning from the infliction on my nipple, I tightened my lips around his cock and felt the semen coming up the shaft.
"Yes!" he cried, pinching my nipple harder. "I'm coming.... swallow it!" he groaned. The warm semen shot into my throat as he dropped his hand from my breast and grabbed my head with both hands.
"Oh... Joni" He gripped my hair and pushed my face into his groin as he jerked his come into my mouth. His grip loosened and became a caress as his cock relaxed in my mouth. I savored it like the last bits of a lollipop until Brad finally chuckled.
"I think you liked that more than me," he said smiling down at me.
"If I said I did, would you let me have it less?" I smiled at him mischievously and he pulled me up to my feet.
"I just might," he said kissing my lips. He let out a long sigh and buttoned his pants.
"Well," he said looking up the stairs. "Would you like to come in?" We both laughed as he took my hand and led me up to the second story. We stopped at the top of the stairs and Brad opened the closet. Taking a hanger, he turned and asked for my clothes.
"Let's dispense with the clothes now. We're obviously not going to need them."
I handed him my blouse and skirt, smiling as I watched him meticulously arrange them on the hanger. He nodded towards the panties, and I slowly slipped them down over the garters and stockings. As I reached towards the top hook of the corset, he took my hand and kissed my fingers.
"Wait for my instructions, Dear," he said smiling at me. "I want to enjoy this for awhile." He ran his fingers over the tops of my breasts, gently caressing them. I stood still while he danced his fingers over the white flesh, glancing up occasionally into my eyes.
"You've surprised me today," he said moving an arm around my waist. "That doesn't happen very often."
"What aspect has surprised you?" I looked down and watched as his fingers slowly trailed down the outside of the lace until they found my nipple, erect and waiting. Slowly, but steadily, he pinched it until I looked pleadingly into his eyes.
"I'll keep that to myself for now," he said guiding me into the kitchen. "Perhaps I'll share it with you later."
He poured the coffee into the waiting cups and filled the now familiar carafe with the remainder. On the serving tray sat an empty bowl and two spoons. As he turned to the refrigerator, he smiled and winked at me.
"How does Cappuccino Coffee ice cream sound?"
"Mmmmm...." I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Why are my nipples suddenly starting to worry about this?"
Brad chuckled out loud. "You're too smart for your own good, you know. Now I'll have to come up with another idea."
He scooped the ice cream into the bowl and put the container back into the freezer. As we walked towards the table, I noticed that all of the chairs were missing but one. Brad sat the tray on the table and looked over at me and grinned.
"Sorry. The chairs are being refinished. They left me only one. I thought perhaps you could lie on the table."
"Are you serious?" I asked shocked.
"Yes. Unless you would rather kneel on the floor. I can get you a pillow."
"I'm afraid I don't feel comfortable with either of those options," I said honestly. Brad turned and looked at me, studying my face as he thought about my answer.
"Why?" he asked.
"It sounds degrading to me... to kneel at your feet."
"You just did," said Brad. "Down in the foyer."
"That was different," I said half laughing.
"How was that different?"
"I was getting something I wanted."
"You don't want coffee and ice cream?" asked Brad. He tried to smile, but the seriousness stayed in his face.
"Oh, all right," I said turning my back to the table and hopping up on the hard oak surface. "Would you like me to take my heels off so I don't scratch the wood?"
"No," he said stroking my leg. "I'll take them off." He stood between my legs and caressed them through the stockings, playing with the soft, white skin at the top. Lightly, his fingers stroked along my knees and down my calves as he looked in my eyes.
"Everything I ask you to do has a reason behind it," he said trailing his fingers back up my legs towards the inside of my thighs. I need you to trust my judgment when I ask you to do things."
"I'm sorry." I felt like I had disappointed him. "I guess I forgot that."
He handed me a cup of coffee and winked at me. As I sipped the hot brew he spread my legs further apart and then took his cup of coffee and pulled the solitary chair up directly in front of me.
"Actually, I like this view," he said sitting down and staring into my crotch. "Let's start with this for now."
"Now," he said taking a sip of coffee. "I want to hear about this story that had you so excited when you got here." I had hoped that he had forgotten about it. My eyes flew up and looked into his as my panic returned. I didn't want to tell him about Allison's story.
"I had lunch with a friend today," I started. "I told her a little bit about you." I waited to see if he would react to the news, but he made no comment.
"She said that it reminded her of a relationship she had been in several years ago... with a Dom I think she called him." Brad smiled and asked me to continue.
"Well, she said he used to spank her. It... just surprised me I guess."
"I would say it more than surprised you," grinned Brad.
"Well, she was pretty graphic about the whole thing. I guess it did get me kind of wet."
"Kind of?" teased Brad. He stood up and slid his hand up to my crotch and smeared the wetness over my mound. "More than kind of."
"Well, some of that was you," I protested.
"Oh, yes... I forgot," he said laughing. He set his cup down on the table and pick up the bowl of melting ice cream and a spoon.
"I think we better get started on this," he said scooping up a spoonful and holding it in front of my lips. I opened my mouth and he slowly rubbed the bottom of the spoon over my lips, much like he had done earlier with his cock. I started to smile, but stopped myself.
"Your lips are very exciting today," he said tracing them with the spoon. "And your control of them is quite pleasing to me." With his last comment, he tipped the spoon, emptying the contents onto my tongue.
"Close your eyes and savor it," he whispered. He kept one hand on my thigh as he stood in front of me and gently moved his fingers over the top of my stocking.
The cappuccino flavor filled my mouth as I rolled it over my tongue, feeling it melt against the roof of my mouth. I let out an appreciative moan as I swallowed it. When I opened my eyes, Brad leaned down and gently kissed my lips.
"Yes... very exciting today," he said staring at my lips. "Tell me," he said taking a bite of ice cream for himself, "have you ever been spanked?"
"No," I said quietly.
He held another spoonful in front of my mouth and I opened my lips instinctively. Once again he traced them with the spoon, his gaze fixed on my icy lips, mesmerized by his rhythmic stroking. When I had proved myself long enough, he smiled and let the ice cream run slowly over my tongue. I did not swallow, but watched as his lips came down on mine. Savoring the taste of his mouth and the ice cream, I closed my eyes and moaned.
I was aroused to the point that something inside of me snapped. I wanted to put my arms around his neck or grab his ass and pull him closer to me, but I had to sit perfectly still. I wanted to open his trousers and suck on his cock, but I could only do that when he allowed it. I wanted to take his hand, lead him back to the bedroom, climb on top of him and ride him forever. But only he could decide when that would happen... if it would happen.
My hand came up to his shoulder and I pressed him away as I pulled my lips away from his. I was gasping for air, as if I had been suffocating, and Brad looked at me in surprise.
"I can't take this," I said quickly lifting my leg and moving it around Brad so I could get down off the table. I was standing on the floor by the time he reacted and grabbed my arm.
"Can't take what?" he asked pulling me closer to him.
"I don't know," I said trying to pull my arms away from him. "This much control. It makes me want to scream." It felt good to struggle against him... to feel not only my strength, but his.
"Well then, perhaps we should make you scream!" said Brad pulling me over to the couch. Before I knew it, I was sprawled across his lap with my ass in the air and my face buried in the cushions.
"Remember your safe word, Joni," Brad whispered.
Suddenly I realized that he was going to spank me and I renewed my effort to get away. But it was too late. The clap of his hand hitting my butt cheek startled me more than the sensation of his skin striking mine. I jerked in response.
"Brad, stop!" I cried trying to pry myself up off his lap.
Quickly another clap sounded as his hand came down again, this time on the other cheek. He gripped my waist tighter with his arm and continued a slow, steady movement of spanking from one cheek to the other. I tightened my ass and squirmed against his lap as I screamed my protests. It felt good to fight against him... to break away from my civilized demeanor. The adrenaline flowed through my veins as I resisted and yet encouraged his actions.
"Look how wet you are," he said moving his fingers around inside of me. I moaned as the thrust them in and out. I was no longer trying to get away from him and he loosened his grip around my waist. He caressed my ass with his free hand while he continued finger fucking me.
"You like getting spanked, don't you?" he asked.
"No!" I said shaking my head into the cushions. Another slap came down on my cheek and I raised my ass up off his lap with a yelp.
"Yes you do," he said caressing my cheek. "Look how you raise your ass for more!" Another spank on my bottom and I squirmed away from him, rubbing my clit against his thigh. It was true. I was excited and knew I would come if he continue. I was surprised when he suddenly removed his fingers and hands from my body.
"Tell me that you want me to spank you," he ordered.
"No!" I said defiantly. I didn't want to admit that I was getting excited by it. There was something about it that still felt wrong to me. I slowly rubbed myself against his leg until he held my body still.
"You see Joni?" he teased. "You're so hot you want to hump my leg." He caressed my bare ass with his fingers, slowly moving them down along the garters and between my legs until I raised my bottom towards his hand.
"Tell me that you want me to spank you," he said pinching my hot cheeks until I moaned. "And then I'll let you come."
I didn't reply, but whimpered as I continued to squirm on his lap.
"You want to come, don't you?" whispered Brad.
"Yes," I moaned.
"You want to come all over my hand, don't you?" he said rubbing his fingers just outside of my pussy.
"Yes," I whimpered louder.
"You want to come while I'm spanking you, don't you?" He slid his fingers just inside my pussy and then stopped.
"Please..." I cried grabbing his pant leg.
"Please what?" he asked.
"Please... spank me," I moaned.
His hand came down on my ass and his fingers started rubbing my pussy once again. I squeezed against his fingers, almost humping his hand as he spanked me. I clawed the couch and his leg in an effort to hold myself on his lap as I screamed. Whether it was pain or pleasure was uncertain, but I knew I was about to come.
"Yes, Joni!" yelled Brad spanking me faster. "Yes!"
That was all the encouragement I needed. I came convulsing and thrashing down on his hand in my pussy as he spanked me with the other. Screaming from the myriad of feelings, I turned my mouth into the cushion momentarily to muffle my own release.
The spanking turned to caresses across my cheeks and thighs as I laid almost trance-like across his lap. My mind drifted with a feeling of complete freedom I had never experienced before. And as much as I wanted to capture it and understand it, I chose to just flow with it.
"Come here," said Brad pulling me up from his lap. I sat next to him on the couch and snuggled up into his arms. I stared out the window at the endless ocean as he held me for a few more minutes before speaking.
"So, did you enjoy your first spanking, my Dear?" he asked leaning in and kissing my forehead.
"Mmm..." I cooed, smiling at him.
"I take it that's a yes," he said.
"It's an, 'I think so,'" I said. "I'm so spaced right now, I don't think I could describe how I felt about it."
"Good," said Brad smiling at me. "If you want to talk about it some more next week, we can."
"OK," I whispered.
"I was also wondering if you could go away with me for a couple of days at the end of the month," he said pulling my chin up slightly and looking into my eyes. "There's some place I would like to take you to, but it's too far for one day."
"I could probably arrange that," I said. "What days?"
"The last weekend of the month... Saturday and Sunday."
"OK," I said. "I'll let you know next week for sure."
"Great," he said kissing my lips. "I will enjoy having you for a long period of time." The way he said 'having you' both excited and concerned me. Being with Brad seemed very intense and I wasn't sure I could handle that kind of feeling for an extended period of time. And the thought of relinquishing my control for two days was another concern.
"Come on," he said standing and pulling me up from the couch. "Let me dress you now."
©Copyright 1996 - 1998 Angela Preston. These stories may not be reprinted in any form without written permission.
