Choosing Her Lover

Chapter 9

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The door clicks open to his hotel room. I think he has already prepared; the lights are low. A single tap on the player and music drifts across the room, the same choice I set playing myself at our previous meeting.

“You remembered what I like?”

“Oh, yes. I made a point of remembering what you like.”

His eyes are soft and admiring. “I didn’t do you justice before. You don’t look good. You look amazing.”

My pussy hums, sending a frisson rippling over my skin and he smiles at my reaction. It’s a very small movement of his lips, but his eyes are warm as he circles me, pacing softly, very close.

His fingers trail around my waist, catching me tight as I try to turn to meet his face. “Did I tell you to move?” he says, standing behind me. His face is close to mine, his breath warm on my skin as he speaks.

“No,” I whisper, arousal smoking through me.

“So, stay where you are. I’ve come a long way to see you. I expect you to do as I say.”

My breath hitching, I stand still, my body beginning to tremble.

“I have plans for this evening,” he continues, “and I expect you to obey me. Are you going to obey me?”

I nod, a hot flush rising up my neck that has nothing to do with embarrassment.

There is a rustling behind me; a soft sound, just on the edge of hearing. His mouth still close by my ear, he murmurs, “I’m going to blindfold you now….” He pauses. “…. Yes?”

“Yes.” My tremble increases, and as something soft and satiny winds around my eyes, Ryan stands close enough against me that he must be able to feel the quiver of my flesh against him.

The cloth binds around my face, and his fingers pass upwards from chin to forehead, brushing the silk back from my nose. “Alright? Not too tight? You can breathe?”

Dumbly, I nod. The blindfold has not completely obscured the light. I cannot see, but a kind of textured half-light, deeply red, penetrates through.

Still pressed against me, he holds me by the shoulders, nibbling at the soft skin of the nape of my neck. Arousal sets embers glowing in my warm core, and the tremble invades my breathing

“Are you cold?” he asks.

“No, just excited.”

“Excited?” He sounds pleased. “You find this exciting? You find me exciting?”

“Yes, I do.”

I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “Good. That’s very good, Kirstie. Here, take my hand.” His fingers lace between mine and there is a gentle tug. I follow the pull.

“Now, turn,” he says.

I obey, following a touch that pushes slightly on my shoulder. My pussy is increasingly soft and fluid, my panties growing warm and wet.

“Kirstie,” says Ryan’s voice, “Tonight I am going to explore what gives you pleasure. If any of this goes too far for you, or if I do anything you don’t want me to, say so. Simply give me a word. What will you say?”

“You want my safe word?”

“Yes. You may find this exciting, and I certainly do, but I’m new to this. I don’t want to hurt you or take you beyond what is pleasurable for you.”

“Alright, Ryan. My safe words are ‘Redbreast’ and ‘Ravens’.

“Ravens?” His voice is startled.

I need you to stop; ‘Redbreast’ if

well. ‘Ravens’ it is. But, shhhh…. quiet now…. The only noises I want to hear from you

sense of smell too. Ryan standing close by me, I scent him more strongly now, his warm musk, and as he moves,

He’s becoming aroused too….

touches as he kisses and mouths the delicate skin at the top of my breasts, his hair

small button which he slips free before moving downward. With a slow clicking, the zip of my dress is lowered. His breath warm on my neck, the zipper clicks, descending a single tooth at a time,

heightened senses, the wetness of his mouth scalds over me. He nibbles at me, mouthing and nipping down

a little, a tingle skittering from my crinkling nipples down to my sex, and it’s not only

I am on fire….

hasn’t even undressed me

my thighs to shake. I want to lie down, open my legs and let this man

“Ryan….”

“Shhh….”

I bite my lip.

I want you

left nipple, a pinch that stings, making me flinch, and which

you must be silent.” comes his voice. “It’s good to know that you want me inside you, but that is not going

Oh, God….

into either side

….. which are soaked.

are flowing down inside my thighs.

“you look good. I think it will soon be time for

clutches, releasing another moist

mine again, kissing me hard as the fingers of one hand slip between my pussy lips, tormenting my

I would collapse were

“Ryan… I can’t stand….”

sending silver pain streaking

going to be quiet? Or do I really have to hurt you? I wonder how

thighs and down the back of my knees. Blindly, I drop my head backwards, mouth open, panting. I want

heat of his breath traversing from my face, down my neck and cleavage, down my belly and to the vee of my thighs. He must be kneeling in front of

can’t stand, you may rest your hands on my shoulders

through my semi-light to where I think Ryan’s head must be, I feel down

and as his tongue laps inwards to my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. His hands dart out, gripping me at the hip and

“that we shall rearrange you,

me. There is the click of a door opening, and as we pass through,

front of you. Support yourself on

to rest with

legs and raise

fuck me

across my buttocks, stinging hard, and I

many times must I tell you not to

bed, propped on my hands, I stand, waiting,

make you moan and scream. But you’re going

the

lashes up from under

of your punishment might be on them rather than your ass…. Now, spread yourself

as far apart as I can. Ryan’s hand caresses my hair and face, then moves slowly…. slowly down the length

slow journey of his hand along my spine sends electrifying signals to my quivering cunt. Desperate

its gradual journey

there, on another occasion…. but not today I

he traces a butterfly-light circle over the skin; barely skimming me. But my hyper-tense nerves send

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