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.

‘Ravens’ if I need you to stop; ‘Redbreast’ if I am close to my

shhhh…. quiet now…. The only noises I want to hear from you after this are

hearing is heightened; my sense of smell too. Ryan standing close by me, I scent him more strongly

He’s becoming aroused too….

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

the zip of my dress is lowered. His breath warm on my

over me. He nibbles at me, mouthing and nipping down and along the length of my spine. And with each nip of my skin, a shudder runs through me, to settle into my heating core, which releases

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

I am on fire….

hasn’t even undressed

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

“Ryan….”

“Shhh….”

I bite my lip.

I want

a sharp pain in my left nipple, a pinch that stings, making me flinch, and which leaves me

you

Oh, God….

the small of my back. Hands glide into either side of my hips, swishing it down to

….. which are soaked.

are flowing down inside my thighs. He must be able to

he says, “you look good. I think it will soon be time

releasing another

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 sheath, he rubs and flicks at my

try to obey his instruction for silence, but moaning incoherently through gritted teeth, I would collapse

“Ryan… I can’t stand….”

hard, sending silver pain

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

pussy convulses, gushing hot, leaving me slick between my thighs and down the back of my knees. Blindly,

the heat of his breath traversing from my face, down my neck and cleavage, down my belly and to

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

I feel down towards his shoulders. My stance is now more stable, but my knees

my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. His hands dart out, gripping

Madam,” he says, “that we shall rearrange you, to avoid any more of these

of a door opening, and as we pass through,

front

drop, to rest with my hands on

spread your legs and raise

going to fuck

hand swipes across my buttocks, stinging hard,

I tell you not to

my hands, I stand, waiting, silently

we’re going to play a game. I’m going 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

over my spine; the soft and delicate swish of….

up from under my

punishment might be on them rather

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

judders and my swollen pussy liquefies a little more. The slow journey of his hand along my spine

single finger which continues its gradual journey towards my sex. He pauses at my rear entrance, pressing lightly there,

another occasion….

south. My entrance flutters and pulses as he traces a butterfly-light circle over the skin; barely skimming me. But my hyper-tense nerves send lightning zipping through

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