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.

to stop; ‘Redbreast’

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

my hearing is heightened; my sense of smell too. Ryan standing close by me, I scent him more strongly now, his warm musk, and as he

He’s becoming aroused too….

trail lower as he drifts towards my cleavage. There is the lightest of touches as he kisses and mouths the delicate skin at the top

hands sliding to the top fastening of my 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 my

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 spine. And with each nip of my skin, a shudder runs through me, to settle into

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 courses through my

I am on fire….

even undressed

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

“Ryan….”

“Shhh….”

I bite my lip.

want

pinch that stings, making me

his voice. “It’s good to know that you want me inside you, but that is

Oh, God….

of my back. Hands glide into either side of my hips, swishing it down to the floor and leaving me

….. which are soaked.

are flowing down inside my thighs. He must

good. I think it will soon be time for me to taste

pussy clutches, releasing another moist

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 sweet spot which sparkles under his touch, electric

incoherently through gritted teeth, I would collapse were it not for the other

“Ryan… I can’t stand….”

hard, sending silver pain streaking through to

really have to hurt you? I wonder how much

and down the back of my knees. Blindly, I drop

neck and cleavage, down my belly and to the vee of my

stand, you may rest your hands on my shoulders to

where I think Ryan’s head must be, I feel down towards his shoulders.

to my clit, I wail and my knees crumple. His hands dart out, gripping me at the

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

click of a door opening,

The bed’s in front of you. Support yourself

with my

your legs

fuck me now? Please

A hand swipes across my

I tell

bed, propped on my hands, I

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 ass…. And

trails over my spine; the soft

a sharp pain as something lashes up from under my

“I enjoy torturing your nipples. They crinkle up so beautifully. So, some of your punishment might be on them rather than your ass…. Now, spread yourself open for me. I don’t want to have to work

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

along my spine sends

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

on another occasion…. but not

pulses as he traces a butterfly-light circle over the skin; barely skimming me. But my hyper-tense nerves send lightning zipping through to my core, and I

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