The tenderness of my ass from Brad's spanking brought back vivid reflections of our last encounter for a few days. When I was alone in the shower, I would rub my hands over the cheeks and even swat them in an effort to reincarnate the feeling, but it wasn't the same. Nothing was the same when I was back in my real world.
There was no place in my life where I was expected to obey the desires of others and have no will of my own. I suppose a part of me was grateful for that. It made living in the real world much easier. It also made the precious hours with Brad my weekly treat, like a two-hour reprieve into a world of fantasy that would hang in the shadows of my life all week.
At times I worried that the duality would was more than I could handle. I found myself wishing that Mark would spank my ass while we made love or take more charge in our social situations. Then I thought about my frustration at not being able to reach out and kiss Brad when I was with him and act freely like I did with Mark. I wanted both, and for the time being, I had them both. Just with two different men.
The black panties and corset were only worn when I was with Brad, and I brought them out of my dresser and laid them on the bed for inspection as I prepared to dress. Everything about them made me think of him… of his voice and his touch.
I turned to look at myself naked in the full-length mirror. My breasts were still firm and my stomach flat, the benefits of never having any children. Mark had never wanted any, or so he said when I found out I couldn't. I dressed in front of the mirror and watched myself, thinking of how Brad would view me later.
I snapped on the corset and played with my nipples, watching them harden in the mirror. Yes, they did look delicious resting on the top of the lace. When I put on the panties, I turned to look at my ass in the mirror. It was still moderately firm when I bent over and slapped the cheek. It stung, but not nearly crisp enough. Not like Brad's big hand.
I smoothed on each stocking and secured them before choosing a short skirt and blouse. It didn't really seem to matter what clothes I wore on the outside when I went to see him. They always hung in the closet for the length of the visit. But still, I wanted to look nice for him and checked my makeup before heading out the door.
When I arrived at his home, there was another car in the driveway. I hesitated, wondering if he had a prolonged business meeting. I wasn't sure what to do. What if it was someone I knew? How would I explain being at his house? Anxiously, I walked to the door and rang the bell.
"Joni, there you are!" said Brad, opening the door for me. "We were wondering where you were."
"We?" I asked, looking up the stairs.
"Oh I have a friend here I would like you to meet."
Alarms went off in my head as he pressed my lower back and encouraged me forward up the stairs. Sitting on the black leather couch where I had been flailing across Brad's lap the week before was a distinguished-looking man in a business suit. He stood as I entered and smiled, reaching out to shake my hand.
"So you're Joni," he said, as if he had heard all about my encounters with Brad. His eyes were dark and piercing as he scanned my body examining me.
"Joni, this is Warren," explained Brad, keeping his hand resting on my hip.
"Nice to meet you." I tried to act natural, like this was something I did every day, but I was trembling inside. Who was this guy and what did he know about me?
"Well, you're right," said Warren, shaking his head. "She is beautiful."
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks, and Brad pulled me closer and chuckled. "Yes, she is… and modest too."
Warren sat back down on the couch as Brad led me over to the adjacent love seat. The two of them were drinking wine and Brad poured a third glass.
"Warren is hosting the party that we're going to at the end of the month," explained Brad. Warren raised his eyebrows and smiled at me as the information registered. So he wasn't a client of Brad's or anyone who lived in town. I let out a silent breath and continued to listen.
"I haven't had a chance to tell Joni about the weekend yet, Warren," said Brad, handing me the glass of wine. "Maybe you would like to tell her about it."
"Well, I like to open up my house to a few personal friends of mine who enjoy the same kind of things I do," he explained. "Domination, bondage, exhibitionism, whatever turns them on. I don't set too many limits, but I have a few."
My heart was beating so loud that it was hard to hear the rest of his words. Just what the hell was Brad planning on doing with me? I started to panic and then told myself that we weren't leaving right away. I didn't have to come back in a week and go with him on the trip. I bit the inside of my lip and remained silent as he continued.
"It's a beautiful estate up in Sonoma County. I'm sure you'll love the setting."
I could feel Brad's eyes on me and took a sip of wine before looking over at him.
"What do you think, Joni?" asked Brad. He placed his hand on my thigh and stroked the silk stockings lightly.
"Do you really want to know?" I asked.
"Of course, my dear. Tell me."
"I'm frightened."
"The unknown is always frightening, Joni," said Warren. I looked over and met his warm smile. It didn't drive away my anxiety.
"I have explained to Warren that I will be bringing you more for your own observation than for my entertainment," explained Brad. "Although I always find you entertaining."
"So I don't have to participate?" I asked.
"Not with the others." Brad clarified his remark making it clear that I was still expected to participate with him.
"But of course you'll always be invited," Warren quickly interjected.
"Perhaps," added Brad, running his hand up the inside of my thigh. "I might invite someone in to watch us…"
Warren followed with his eyes as Brad gently pressed my legs apart until he found the top of the stocking. As much as I loved his touch, I wasn't sure I wanted Warren as an audience. But then, I quickly remembered that when I was with Brad, nothing was really up to me. When I didn't protest, Brad spread my legs a little further and then left then apart as he picked up his wine and took a sip. I knew better than to even think about putting my legs back together, and Warren was enjoying the view.
"Do you have any idea how much you are pleasing him?" asked Warren. I was surprised by his comment. If anything, I would have thought that Brad had put me in the position to entertain his guest. I looked at Brad for confirmation and he nodded.
"Not that I wouldn't give dearly to have you serve me for a few hours," laughed Warren. "But you should know that whenever Brad displays you like that, you should enjoy it as much as if you are sucking his cock."
I looked down at my glass of wine as I felt myself start to blush, and Brad ran his finger across my cheek.
"She does suck your cock, doesn't she?" joked Warren.
"Quite nicely," confirmed Brad. I met his eyes as his finger traced along my lips and parted them gently. "Suck it," he whispered.
An electric current ran through my body as I closed my eyes and sucked on his finger. It was as erotic as if it was his cock, and soon it was matched with a second finger. Something about what Warren said was making sense to me. If everything I did pleased Brad, then I should treat every request as if it were to make love to him.
"She's absolutely captivating," sighed Warren.
Brad withdrew his fingers and smiled as I opened my eyes. He stood from the couch and reached for my hand to stand with him. "I'd like to show Warren that corset we found for you at Camouflage." He nodded to the buttons on my blouse. I hesitated and he took my hands in his. "Do you trust me?"
I didn't answer, but reached up for the buttons. Slowly, I unbutton each one, knowing that Warren's eyes were frozen on my body. Brad stood close and took the blouse as I pulled it from my arms.
"Good girl," he whispered, nodding to the skirt. I reached behind and unzipped it, and let it drop to the floor as I stepped out of it. Brad took the skirt and then turned me toward Warren.
"Isn't that just lovely?" he asked.
"Stunning."
Warren's eyes danced across my body quickly, but kept coming back to the snaps on my panties. I felt frightened when Brad walked away to retrieve a hanger from the closet. Warren licked his lips like a wildcat getting ready to pounce. Soon Brad was back at my side, and pulled me to face him.
"You're pleasing me so much today, Joni." He pulled me closer and kissed me hard, cinching my waist in a tight grip. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me and squirmed against him. I wanted nothing more than to feel it inside of me.
"God, I wish I didn't have to leave soon," sighed Warren.
"Well before you go," said Brad, releasing me. "I want you to see how eager Joni is to please me." He unbuckled his belt and nodded for me to kneel in front of him. Without even thinking, I dropped to my knees and quickly clasped my hands behind my head. Brad smiled as he pulled his cock from his trousers and ran it along my lips.
"Lovely," confirmed Warren.
"Yes, her mouth drives me wild." Brad ran his cock over my tongue and toyed with the corner of my mouth as the saliva gathered. "Suck it now."
I was so hungry for him, it was as if Warren weren't even in the room. It was just Brad's cock and my mouth. He pressed it in deeper, no doubt showing off how much I could take, until I started to gag.
"Oh God Brad," groaned Warren. "You're going to have me too hard to drive home."
Brad chuckled as he continued to fuck my mouth. After a few minutes, he told me to stop. I hesitated, knowing that he hadn't come yet. It was hard to stop knowing he hadn't been satisfied. He tucked his cock back into his trousers and helped me to stand.
"Go into the bedroom now and take off all your clothing and wait for me while I say good-bye to Warren."
My heart jumped with joy when I realized he was not finished with me yet. I turned to say good-bye to Warren, who stood from the couch. He reached over and touched my cheek, running a thumb along the bottom of my lip.
"I'm looking forward to seeing more of you next weekend."
I dropped my eyes and walked back to the bedroom. I removed my clothes while trying to listen to the remainder of their conversation, but they were talking too softly for me to hear. I crawled naked into the middle of the bed and waited for Brad. He was chuckling as he came and stood at the doorway of the bedroom.
"Good girl," he said walking over to the bed. "Reach up and grab the railing." I did as he requested. "Are you holding on tight?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Don't let go until I return."
With that he closed the door and returned to Warren. I heard mumbles of conversation and then it was quiet. I wondered if they had left, but quickly convinced myself that Brad would not leave me. I laid in the silence and waited, wondering what he had in store for me when he returned. The moments passed and I gripped the rails tighter to remind myself of his last command.
Suddenly I heard a noise from the living room and raised my head to listen more intently. It sounded like a groan, or a moan, or a…man coming. No, it couldn't be that. The noise was gone and I laid my head back down and waited. Within a few moments, Brad opened the door and stood by the bed. He said nothing as he took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. Tossing them onto the chair, he dropped his trousers and underwear. His cock stood rigid from his body.
I gripped the rails tight as he climbed onto the bed and straddle above me, until his mouth was only an inch from mine. My body was on fire waiting for his next touch.
"You have pleased me today, Joni." His lips barely brushed against mine as he spoke. There was a smell on his lips that was familiar to me, but I couldn't place it. "Now I will please you."
His lips traveled down to my breasts and sucked on my nipples until in pulled against the headboard. I knew better than to let go, but sensation was at times unbearable. Soon he crawled down between my legs and licked at the juices around my pussy. I squealed in delight. He growled and tongued my pussy, rubbing his nose deep into the folds.
"Oh god, Brad!" I cried out. "Yes."
His tongue slid along my clit and back along my ass so quickly that I jumped and squirmed on the bed. He grabbed my legs and held me tight. Again he growled and tongued my pussy, causing a vibration as he shook his face over my pussy.
"Please fuck me," I begged.
He stopped tonguing my pussy and sucked on my clit as I whimpered.
"Please, oh God, please." I pulled against the headboard and raised my hips up to his face. "Please fuck me."
Nibbling on the inside of each thigh first, he rose from the bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. When he returned, he was rolling a condom over his cock. He crawled back onto the bed between my legs and knelt over me.
"This is your reward for being such a good girl today." He pressed his cock to the lips of my pussy and rubbed the head around the opening.
"Thank you," I whimpered kissing his face. "Please… more."
"Yes, my greedy little kitten, I'm going to feed it to you."
He pressed it in further and pushed my hips up for more.
"Careful," he warned me. "Or I'll make you lie perfectly still."
"Oh please, no," I begged. "Just fuck me."
With that, he did. Deep and hard. Slow, then fast. He watched my face, encouraging me when I was close to an orgasm to wait for his word. He brought me so close three times and each time slowed just as I was about to go over the edge. I was begging for him to let me come.
"Soon," he whispered.
"Now, please…" I begged.
"Soon…" he panted. He reached under my legs and pulled them up over his arms, fucking me even deeper.
"Oh... now… please…" I begged, again.
"Joni…" he panted. He looked down at his cock was slamming in and out of me. "God Joni… it's so good."
"Please…" I begged.
"Here it comes…," warned Brad. "Come now."
I squeezed my pussy against his cock and screamed as I came. Brad was lost in his own world, moaning a mantra of, "oh God" over and over again. Neither of us wanted it to end and milked the moment until he dropped my legs and collapsed on top of me.
His body was wet with sweat and I licked at his shoulder as he lay on top of me. Slowly, he recovered and pulled my hands down from the railing and cradled me in his arms. We both dozed off into a limbo dream state until his phone rang out in the living room. He ignored it and squeezed me tight.
"Are you okay?" he whispered.
I nodded my head 'yes' and snuggled deeper into his arms.
"You really pleased me today. I think we'll have a great time next weekend."
"I'm still kind of nervous about that," I warned.
"You will never be asked to do anything you don't want to," he promised. "It will be just like today."
"You'll always be with me?" I asked.
"Yes, every moment."
I let out a deep sigh and relaxed in his arms.
"Can you be here Friday at noon?"
"Yes."
"We'll be back around two o'clock on Sunday."
"Okay."
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