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.

you to stop;

noises I want to hear from you after

I scent him more strongly now, his warm musk, and as he moves, his perfume washes over me in waves. Breathing deeply, I

He’s becoming aroused too….

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

dress; a small button which he slips free before moving downward. With a slow clicking, the zip of my dress is lowered. His breath warm on

the revealed skin. It shouldn’t feel so hot, but to my heightened senses, the wetness of his mouth scalds over me. He nibbles at me, mouthing and nipping down and along the length of my

the dress opens to my waist, he lowers the front to release my breasts. I shiver a little, a tingle skittering from my crinkling nipples down to my sex, and it’s not only from the wash of coolth over my skin. My own heartbeat banging in my ears, my blood sings as it

I am on fire….

even

to lie down, open my legs and let this man plunge

“Ryan….”

“Shhh….”

I bite my lip.

I want you

nipple, a pinch that stings, making me flinch,

you must be silent.” comes his voice. “It’s good to know that you

Oh, God….

way to the small of my back. Hands glide into

….. which are soaked.

juices are flowing down inside my thighs. He must

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

releasing another

swish of air around me; Ryan moving to stand in front of me. Then his mouth is on mine again, kissing me hard as the fingers of one hand slip between my pussy lips, tormenting my clit. Thumbing my bud free of its fleshy

for silence, but moaning incoherently through gritted teeth, I would collapse were it

“Ryan… I can’t stand….”

yell, as my clit is tweaked hard, sending silver pain

to be quiet? Or do I really have to

knees. Blindly, I drop my head backwards, mouth open, panting. I want to wail out my arousal,

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

your hands on my

through my semi-light to where I think Ryan’s head must be, I feel down towards his shoulders. My stance is now more stable, but my knees want to

to my clit, I wail and my knees crumple.

says, “that we shall rearrange you, to avoid any more of

mine, leading me. There is the click of a door opening,

front of you. Support yourself

rest with my

legs and

to fuck me now?

hand swipes across my buttocks, stinging

many times must I tell you

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

to touch you, in whatever way it pleases me to do. I’m going to try to make you moan and scream. But you’re going to try to remain silent. And for every time you make a noise, I’m going to slap your

trails over my spine; the soft and

lashes up from under my swinging

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

I stretch my ankles as far apart as I can. Ryan’s hand caresses my hair and face, then moves slowly…. slowly down the length of my spine, his nails dragging a little, occasionally

each dig of the nails, my breath judders and my swollen pussy liquefies a little more. The slow journey of his hand along my spine

he reaches the base of my spine, his touch turns to a single finger which continues its gradual journey towards my sex. He pauses

on another occasion…. but

finger continues inexorably south. My entrance flutters and pulses as he traces a butterfly-light circle over the skin; barely skimming

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