Lust (33 page)

Alexander shook his head as I spoke, as if he already knew
what I was telling him. But he pointed to the bed at the other
items, wanting me to continue the lesson.

“This is a double vibrator, and this, my little student, is
for you,” I held up the anal beads, and his eyes almost came
out of their sockets. “That’s right. These are anal beds for male
satisfaction.”

Alexander put his hands up, still holding the paddle. “No
way. I thought those were for you. I’m not letting you put those
up there.”

“OK, we are not five. We can speak like adults. This goes
in your anus, just a few beads or the whole thing, and when
you are ready to cum, I pull out the beads slowly, one at a time,
and this extends your orgasm tremendously. I thought you were
open to try new things?”

I waited for him to answer, but I knew what he was thinking.

Men equate having something placed in their anus to homosexuality
when the truth is unless a man is engaging in sex
with another man, there is no homosexual part about it.

“Look, I’ll try anything, but just like you have reservations
about anything going into your anus, I have reservations about
things going into my anus, simple as that. So let’s put that on
the back burner—or back in the suitcase.” Alexander chuckled,
taking the beads from me and throwing them back onto the
bed. He wasn’t wrong about what he was saying. As long as I
stopped him from doing what he wanted to me, I really didn’t
have a leg to stand on in the argument.

“OK, we’ll table that discussion…for now. Lastly, I have
to just explain something.” I paused and moved back into his
arms. “I am not an expert or some sexual deviant, but I have seen,
heard, and tried a few things. The most important part of all of
this is trust and agreement. We are both willing to try this, and
we trust that we won’t intentionally hurt each other in any way.”

“Of course,” he replied, weary about my statements. “But
I thought that the added ‘pain’ makes it more exciting. If it is
going to hurt you a lot, then I don’t want to do it.”

His concern was endearing and sincere. I am not an expert,
but the basic rule to any BDSM relationship, even the most
basic, is trust and consent. It is the simplest, most fundamental
rule among many, but the most important. CHAPTER TWENTY

“Alexander, the ‘pain’ and stimulation caused by these toys is
for heightened sexual experience. What I am talking about is
the trust needed: that if I can’t handle it anymore, you will stop
and vice versa.”

“Oh God, of course. You scream ‘stop’ or ‘no’ when you
want me to—”

“No, Alexander,” I corrected him. “If I want you to stop, I
will say…um…Knight. It’s easy enough to remember, right?”

“But, I would never go to the point of hurting you that much.

Why would you have to say Knight?” Alexander almost looked
wounded by my request for a safe word, and knowing that he was
so new to all this, I realized that it must sound very strange.

“Let me clarify. I don’t feel like we need to use a safe word,
but it is good to put it out there just in case. OK, so, this kind
of sex, using toys and restraints and such, is a very beginner’s
BDSM type of sex. You know what that is, right?” He nodded.

“So then you know that BDSM can get very heavy and intense.

And in that type of relationship, each partner should know a
safe word until you’ve learned the person so well that you know
his/her thresholds and limits. Using words like ‘no’ and ‘stop’

can sometimes be misconstrued as ‘yes, fuck me harder’—in the
throes of passion that is.”

Alexander looked uncomfortable with the discussion, and
I wanted to reassure him before he gave up on trying. “I trust
that I won’t need to use the word. I trust that you won’t hurt
me, and I trust that if you don’t take me soon, you are going to
be the one tied up!”

Grabbing me into his strong hold, he ravaged my mouth
viciously.

I screamed, “Knight!” At which point Alexander let me go,
making me fall to the ground laughing.

“What the fuck?!” he yelled.

“I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

And the look in his eyes as I continued to set him off turned
feral. He was an animal ready to be unleashed. He just stood
there stupefied at my joke.

I crawled back over to him, my head at his thighs. I perched
myself up, grabbing onto the leather that entrapped his erection,
hoping the pants would slide down for me, but of course
with leather it didn’t budge.

He held my head away from his hips and slid the blindfold
over my eyes.

“Alex—”

He cut off my words, taking charge as instructed. “Quiet!

Or I will use the ball gag. It had a picture on the box, so I know
how to use it.”

I remained silent, mentally giggling at his admittance to
knowing how to use the ball gag. Everyone has to start somewhere,
I thought.

He lifted me with both hands. I was completely in the dark
and excited for more. He led me only a few steps, and I felt the
bed comforter skim my leg. There was silence and no movement
for a short while, when I felt the silk straps being draped
over my wrists. He was careful sliding them in an out of my
hands, but every time he tightened the strap, he did so with
force. I could not release my hands if I wanted to, and it was
erotic to be in his control.

His warm hands came to my hips and pushed me back a
few steps. When my spine met the bed post, Alexander lifted
my arms above my head. I could hear him rustling with something,
and quicker than expected, I heard the click of the handcuffs
once around the silk ties on my wrists and once on the bed
post. His hands made their way down my arms, caressing my
face and neck, and onto my chest. The warmth of his breath
and saliva circled my nipples as his lips brushed over them. His
kisses left a wet trail from my cleavage to my navel and down
to my pubic bone.

My skin prickled. I didn’t know what he would do, what he
saw, what his expression was, and it was making me boil. The
blood in my veins and the essence in my core were raging, enflamed
with the desire for him, for his exploration of my body,
and me of his.

That was the point to all this—to the toys, the blindfolds,
the leather, and whips. It heightens all the senses and makes
the mind run wild, waiting for the unexpected, hoping for the
ravaging touch of a man whose desire could devour you whole.

“Uhhhh,” I moaned, trying to hold it in and let it out all in
one. Alexander had attached the first nipple clamp, and because I
couldn’t see him, I was nowhere near prepared for it. I felt my nipple
harden and pulsate from within. My nipples were hot and wet
from his saliva, but the clamp was cold metal, and it had a bite!

The second clamp closed, and this time I tightened my lips
and held my groan within me.

“Let’s see. That was number two, which means this is clamp
number three. Hmm…Where will this one go?” Alexander
dragged the metal clamp from the center of my abdomen down
to my sex slowly, scratching my skin. “I’m going to lift and
move your leg. Relax.”

And I did as he instructed. I loosened my leg so he could
easily move it.

He perched it onto the edge of the bed. Kissing my inner
thigh, he moved his fingers into my sex and…

“Mmmmmm.” Brownie points! God, I bit my lip so hard it
was about to bleed. He is definitely a smart boy!

“It’s easy math: two nipples—one clit—equals three
clamps!” Alexander sounded giddy with his success, but then
he always did, even when he wore his gorgeous facade or his
devilish grin.

“Now, my sweet Evangeline, turn around and bend over
as much as you can,” he instructed. I complied, moving slowly,
trying to get used to the first few minutes of the clamps.

“Good. You are so beautiful in this or any place or position, but
right now…You are delectable.” He licked me from the bottom
of my spine to the nape of my neck, and with one swoop,
the paddle cracked, not harshly but hard enough to sting.

The stinging was sweet, if that makes any sense. It sent an
emotion through me that vibrated all throughout and left a
taste in my mouth.

And another smack of the paddle…and another. “Uhhh,” I
moaned, trying to hold the excitement within me, but it was
all I was getting out. The wood was hard and dry, and the pearls
around out it cold. My ass was so sensitive now that the warm
tips of his fingers made me gasp.

And the panting became deeper as he gave me satisfaction.

He entered me for what felt like the first time. My wet sex was
tight, swallowing his erection whole. He held me bent over,
filling me, driving into me with force, holding my hip with
his hand. I felt a tingle down my spine, and as he penetrated
me, the tingle went up and down in the exact movement of
his body; he was using the flogger to caress my back and my
ass where he had spanked me with the paddle. The tickling
sensation of each strand surged through me. He swatted me
from underneath onto my breasts and belly, exploring me down
to my thigh. Then he whipped the straps on my ass. The cold
feeling of the leather straps felt wet against my skin, which was
now sweating from the hot air and the temperature of the longing
from within.

He released himself from within me. “Turn, Evangeline.

Let me envy you.”

I eased myself up and turned myself, hands still enslaved
by silk,

“I’m going to lift your legs. Hold onto the post as I lift
you.”

And I did; he lifted both of my legs and rested them on
his shoulders as he crouched on the ground in front of me and
brought his lips to my sex.

“You have the sweetest taste. I could consume you.”

Pausing, he kissed my sex; his touch was undoubtedly the heavenliest
thing to ever touch my body. “I could keep my lips on
you forever, Evangeline, watching you as your breath catches
every time I kiss your pussy.”

And then he went for it, hard; he took all of me into his
mouth. My moans grew louder, as I was at my limits waiting
for the orgasm that was building within me. As he suckled at
my core, I tightened my legs around his shoulders and released
my very soul to him. The feeling was extraordinary—to be engulfed
by another, to release my spirit into the arms and lips of
a man…this man.

He stood and released the silk ties, and I fell into his arms,
ready for more, ready to overwhelm him with passion and uninhibited
lust. But he wasn’t finished with me; he scooped me
up and threw me onto the bed, making me bounce as I landed.

“I am only just beginning with you, so prepare yourself,”

he growled.

Sprawled on my back with no sight, I heard him rustling
in between my legs. He grabbed the metal cords attached to
the clamps and yanked on them in spurts, pinching my nipples
harder and biting at my clit. He swatted my breasts with
the flogger, dragged it down my belly, and rubbed the leather
strands over my sex. He was taking to the toys like an expert,
thrilling me with every new approach. My body tingled as he
caressed me with the flogger, and I tensed every time he lifted
it from my skin, expecting him to come down harder. But he
didn’t; he was sensual.

Breathing through this performance, he inched himself
closer and began rubbing the tip of his cock on my sex.

“Please, Alexander, I want you inside me.” I begged him
for more—more pleasure, more pain…more of him. But he was
enjoying the foreplay, watching me crave and writhe for him to
enter me again.