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“Good
girl. Now I want you to take off those cute little panties and climb on my
cock,” he said, undoing his jeans and removing his huge dick from the confines
of blue jeans.

 

She
stripped off her underwear as fast as she could and straddled him, hovering
over his cock until she had her aim right and then sinking down onto it. He
filled her completely, making her feel as if he was one with her body. Brad
lifted up her arms and wrapped them around his neck, and then slid his hands
under her t-shirt, grabbing her tits.

 

“Ride
me now,” he ordered, a slight pant dancing on his voice.

 

It
was an easy command to obey. Lifting and lowering her pussy over and over, she
was able to adjust the angle exactly to how it felt best inside her. After only
a moment, he whipped off her shirt and tossed it aside. While Jillian pumped up
and down, he played with her breasts or grabbed her ass, constantly touching
her somewhere with perfect possessive force. The feeling of her wet pussy slip
up his shaft and then slam back down, only to fill her deep, drove her wild.

 

When
her thighs started to burn, he helped, using his strong arms to rock her on his
cock. Jillian had never realized how strong he was. He made her feel like a
tiny and weak. It was a unique feeling for a girl with curves like hers, and
she liked it.

 

Burning
with passion, his eyes met hers. She swore she had never seen anything as
beautiful as Brad while he was fucking her. Hoping it was okay, she leaned forward
and pressed her lips to his. He took over the kiss, slipping his tongue into
her mouth to dance alongside hers. She let out a rumbling groan into his mouth,
instantly addicted to the way he dominated her mouth as good as he dominated
the rest of her body.

 

When
he pulled his lips away, she nearly cried, but he stopped her by giving another
order.

 

“I
want you to face away from me reverse cowgirl style.”

 

She
did as gracefully as she could, Brad helping by holding her ass and guiding her
pussy back onto his cock. When he was all the way inside her she resumed her
rocking hips. He treated himself to her ass, spreading her cheeks wide apart
and then letting go to watch them bounce back into place as she rolled her hips
along his shaft. Then, with his thumbs, he lightly pressed the tight skin
around her asshole.

 

“Oh!”
Jillian cried out, the new sensation intense.

 

“You
like that?”

 

“I
don’t know.”

 

Brad
laughed and kept on touching her there while the head of his cock sank deep
before pulling back. Her mind was divided, half-drunk with pleasure from his
cock inside her and half nervously paying attention to what was going on with
her ass.

 

“I’ll
be fucking you here soon,” he said, tapping directly on her ass so there was no
mistake what he was talking about.

 

She
made one of her quiet squeaks he loved. He smiled while swirling his thumbs
around the skin more.

 

Wanting
to go further, he stopped her from moving and told her to lift up enough for
his cock to come out of her.

 

Never
in a million years would he have expected obedience to come as easy as it had
to the stubborn Jillian he’d known for so long. But she instantly did as he
asked and he pushed both his thumbs inside her pussy to gather some wetness.

 

“Back
down, now,” he told her.

 

When
she slid back into his cock, engulfing him in her sweet heat, he grabbed her
ass hard, harder than he had before, but then very softly moved his thumbs even
closer to her puckered hole. Releasing her ass, he smiled at his red finger
prints and grabbed again. But this time he placed a thumb directly on her
asshole.

 

The
expected squeak came again.

 

He
grabbed her hips to get a good hold on her before taking over the pace and
jackhammering her lush body up and down his cock. His eyes fixated on the
jiggling of her ass while he fucked her. He wished there was a way he could
watch her tits and ass bounce at the same time.

 

Once
he took over, it wasn’t long before he felt her pussy clenching hard on his
cock as her orgasm bubbled over. It shocked and amazed him how responsive she
was and how well matched they were together. Of course it would only make it
much harder for her when he started to tell her when she was allowed to orgasm
and when she wasn’t.

 

Grinning
evilly at the thought of orgasm restriction, Brad pumped his load into her,
grasping her gorgeous hips tight in his hands while he strained against her
soft body to get his cock as deep into her as he could while he came.

 

When
he was done, he stayed inside her warm pussy and pulled back on her shoulders
until she was leaning against him. Unable to keep his hands off her soft skin,
he held her breasts and played with her nipples while nuzzling the skin behind
her ear with hot breath. She made sweet little cooing noises, and he knew he
found the perfect way to snuggle with her after a good, hard fucking.

 

He
gave her a few moments to come back to earth, sniffing her hair while she did.

 

 
“You were exactly what I needed after a
completely awful day. Thank you.”

 

“You’re
welcome,” she said in a whisper.

 

“Did
you like what we did?” he asked, knowing she had but wanting to get her talking
in case she had any concerns.

 

“Oh,
yes. Very much.”

 

“Anything
you didn’t like?”

 

Jillian
was quiet for a moment. He was glad she was taking the time to think it over.

 

“Nothing,”
she answered finally. “I loved it all.”

 

Brad
gave her an extra hard hug in appreciation. “You are my good girl.”

 

She
turned her head and he was able to capture her lips in a kiss, slipping his
tongue back into her mouth.

 

When
they finally came away for air, Brad decided he needed a little distance
between them in order to think straight enough to carry on the conversation.

 

“Can
you move onto the couch for me?”

 

Without
question she shuffled over, sitting there and looking up at him with adoration
in her big, hazel eyes. She was so beautiful and trusting he didn’t think he
could stand it. But it was time to clue her in more as to what was going on
between them. Simply sitting there and looking at her like an infatuated school
boy was going to have to wait.

 

“Are
you familiar at all with dominance and submission?”

 

She
gave a little shrug, the shake of her pretty breasts nearly derailing him
again. “I know what the words mean,” she offered.

 

“Well,
there’s a pretty big community of people who incorporate dominance and
submission into their sex lives. The ways they do it are as varied as the
people themselves, but it’s always supposed to be consensual and safe, no
matter the methods used.”

 

“And
you’re part of that community?” Jillian asked.

 

Brad
nodded. “I have been for many years. You’re the first person outside of that
group I’ve told, and I wouldn’t have ever told you if I hadn’t thought it was
something you needed.”

 

 
“Needed?” Jillian said, looking surprised and
confused.

 

“Mm,
hm. All those bad decisions you were making, you were looking for someone who
would dominate you. But you seemed to have it in your head that you needed a
bad boy or an asshole. Nothing further from the truth. A true dominant will
care for you like no other and have your needs at heart, not his own. Even if
he’s spanking you, or denying you orgasms, it’s only because it’s best for
you.”

 

“You
mean he doesn’t like it?”

 

“Oh,
no,” Brad said, laughing. “We love it. Works out perfect, doesn’t it? The doms
and subs each get what they need, as long as they’ve found the right one for
each other. By some miracle, it seems like you and I are incredibly compatible
this way.”

 

Trying
to take it all in, Jillian let herself slump against the couch while she
thought it over. It really did sound exactly like what she had been looking
for, only she hadn’t known enough to realize it had a name.

 

 
“What do you mean by community? This is
something you do with a group?” She asked as her eyebrows drew together in
confusion.

 

“Not
always usually it’s couples in their homes. But there are times when groups of
us get together to play. Some people only watch. Some dominants like to share
their subs, but only if the sub is okay with that. There’s also clubs that are
BDSM themed.”

 

“BDSM?”

 

“Bondage,
discipline, sadism and masochism,” Brad said.

 

“Yikes!
Sounds scary,” Jillian wrapped her arms around her torso, a little unnerved at
it all. Suddenly what they had been doing seemed much bigger than what she
expected or felt comfortable with. Discipline? She wasn’t sure she was
comfortable with that.

 

“It’s
a lot to take in, I know. But if you trust me, we can find out together what
you can handle and what you want to stay away from. You’ll have limits, some of
them will be hard limits, things you absolutely refuse to ever try. Others will
be soft limits, things you aren’t sure if you’re comfortable with or not and
that you need time before you’re ready to explore.”

 

Jillian
nodded slowly. “Okay. But what if it turns out I don’t like any of it?”

 

He
gave her a knowing smile. “Honey, you let me walk into your apartment and shove
my cock in your mouth. You let me spank you. I’d say this is right up your
alley.”

 

His
confidence gave her some relief.

 

“And
it explains why you didn’t enjoy vanilla sex.”

 

“Vanilla?”
It was her favorite ice-cream flavor, but something told her that’s not what he
meant.

 

“Now
not to disparage your taste in dessert, but vanilla is our word for bland or
boring sex. Sex without kink.”

 

She
stuck her lip out, pouting before letting out a soft giggle. “There’s nothing
boring about a good vanilla ice cream.”

 

She
was killing him with cuteness overload. Unable to stop himself, he reached out
and rubbed his thumb over one of her little, pert nipples.

 

“I
know sweetie. I didn’t pick the term. I promise, there’s nothing wrong with
vanilla ice cream. Only vanilla sex.” He laughed.

 

“Now
I want ice cream.”

 

“I’ll
bring some with me next time. I’ll lay you down and cover your perfect tits
with it and drizzle some chocolate sauce on top and then lick up my delicious
sundae girl.”

 

“What
about me?”

 

Tracing
her pouty lower lip with his thumb, he slipped it into her mouth, smiling when
she instantly started to suck on it. Being naughty came naturally to her.

 

“If
you’re a good girl, you get the ice cream. If you’re a bad girl, you get the
wooden spoon.”

Six-Buried
Feelings

Before
Brad had left that night, he told Jillian to go ahead and read up on BDSM. He
set her up with a Tumblr account and used it to follow BDSM themed blogs for
her. She told him about wanting to experience it all with him, but he said
there was so much to learn, and it was really important she figure out what she
liked without his influence.

 

“Everyone
is different. My goal isn’t to turn you into my perfect sub. My goal is for you
to become the best sub you can, and want, to be. I don’t think there’s any
chance we won’t remain compatible, but you owe it to yourself to explore what’s
out there on your own. At least doing it online is perfectly safe as long as
you remain anonymous for now.”

 

Everything
he said made sense. He told her to reblog the posts on Tumblr she liked best,
and he would be able to get an idea for where she was headed by reviewing them.

 

The
first night, Jillian had to put drops in her eyes after staring at the screen
wide-eyed for so long. Apparently, she had been living in a bubble. She had no
idea people did such crazy things and enjoyed it. It was pretty easy to
eliminate a few fetishes off the bat: water works, diapers, pony girls, whips.
All were either too gross, too weird, or too painful for her.

 

Others
though...others had her in a constant state of arousal. She was quickly
becoming a pro at pleasuring herself while scrolling through the internet on
her laptop.

 

She
loved the pictures of submissives dressed up like kitties or foxes, though she
thought she would never stop blushing when she realized exactly how the cute
tails were attached. At first she was ready to put anything anal into the, ‘hell
no,’ category, but the more videos she saw of a man’s cock slowly sliding into
a girl’s tight little ass, the more intrigued she got.

 

If
sex was a roller coaster, anal sex looked like it was the one with the biggest
drops and fastest speeds. She had a feeling it would an exhilarating
experience.

 

The
first time she saw a picture of a woman being double penetrated, she thought she
would come on the spot. That went straight beyond roller coaster to a jet
traveling at sonic speeds. She found some written accounts of it by women who
had done it. The potential feeling of being completely full and saturated with
arousal seemed too good to pass up. Biting her lip and nervous about Brad’s
reaction, she started to reblog the threesome pictures, hoping it wouldn’t hurt
his feelings.

 

Others
got her blood flowing too: a man fucking a girl in a public place, a man
reading a newspaper while a girl sucked his cock or even only sat at his feet
naked and wearing a collar and leash. The submissives all had such content
expressions on their faces. And even though she knew some were professionally
staged, it seemed at least a few of the models weren’t so staged.

 

She
absolutely loved the videos where a girl was getting spanked over a man’s lap.
Especially when the man would pause and slide his fingers into her pussy or ass
nonchalantly, maybe even wiping the moisture from her pussy on her skin before
going back to spanking her with his hand or a brush, or even a paddle. Her
favorite was when the girl would try to block the blow by putting her hand on
her ass, and then the man would hold her hand. It looked loving even though he
kept spanking her. Jillian wondered if she would ever have the endurance to take
a spanking hard enough to turn her ass purple.

 

Thankfully
it was the weekend and she didn’t have to be at work. Brad didn’t come to see
her, but checked in with her every night over the phone. They talked about the
pictures she reblogged. When he spoke, his husky voice sent shivers through her
body. She couldn’t keep her hands off herself while listening. She gathered the
wetness from her pussy with her fingers and spread it all over her silky, pink
lips. If she was feeling particularly daring, she inched her moist fingers
toward her ass, but she usually chickened out before she touched herself there.

 

Brad
would demand she tell him everything she was doing.

 

“I’m
pinching my nipples. Oh, it feels so good! I’m too scared to do it as hard as
you did though.”

 

“I’ll
buy you some clamps.”

 

A
shiver raced up her back.

 

“I’m
swirling my finger around my slit. I feel so soft after getting waxed today.

 

“Did
it hurt?”

 

“Not
too bad.”

 

“I
bet you’d like it if I flogged you there.”

 

Her
breath came to a halt. His naughty words were too much for her.

 

“I
really liked that clip where the guy was sliding his cock into the girl’s ass
super slow. Her ass looked so nice to hold onto for him. My favorite was when
he spanked her once he was all the way in.”

 

“I
picked out a beginner's plug for you today.”

 

“I’ll
be coming over tomorrow night. From now until then no more orgasms for you.”

 

“Excuse
me?” Jillian squealed into the phone. “I can’t?”

 

Brad’s
laugh was low, deep, and nearly made her violate his order on the spot. “It’s
time you got a taste of orgasm control. You think this is hard, wait until I’m
licking your cunt with my fingers buried deep inside you and you’re not allowed
to come.”

 

 
“Just one more? I didn’t know this was gonna
happen. I…” Jillian said, gulping nervously at the thought of restraining
herself from coming.

 

“No,”
he barked. “And don’t argue with me. I’ve given you an order, and it’s not up for
discussion. I’ll be punishing you for that when I see you again.”

 

Jillian
suddenly wasn’t as horny anymore anyway. How stupid of her to try arguing with
him. After all she had seen over the past couple of days, she should know
better. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

 

“Go
to bed now, I’ll see you around seven tomorrow night.”

 

Brad
hung up, and she pushed the button to turn the phone off slowly. She had a lot
to learn if she was going to be the right girl for him.

 
 

***

The
next morning was food shopping with her dad. It was something they had been
doing together since she moved out. He insisted on paying for her groceries
since her salary wasn’t very big and he liked taking care of her. She protested
at first, out of pride, but she thought about how much joy it gave him and how
little her paltry amount of groceries impacted his bottom line. It had become a
fun time for them and also a time for to catch up on things.

 

When
they got to the store her father passed her a shopping cart and took one for
himself.

 

“Anything
new?” he asked, grabbing some soda from a nearby sales rack.

 

Yanking
it out of her father’s cart and putting it back, she answered. “No, and stop
trying to get away with that. No soda for you.”

 

He
laughed as he grabbed a box of prunes. “Here. I heard these are good for you.”

 

 
“Stop it. It’s like shopping with a child, I
swear.”

 

It
went like that for a few aisles until they reached the deli. It was a long
wait. Jillian watched people bustling about the supermarket as she stood in
line with her father waiting for their food. That’s when she saw something
immediately attract her attention. Someone was hovering just behind a shelf of
soda, barely peaking around the corner every few moments. Her eyes squinted in
an attempt to make out who the man was.

 

She
couldn’t be certain, but he looked like Goyle.

 

“Have
you heard from Brad lately?” her father asked, shocking her out of her moment
of brief terror. She looked back towards the shelf of soda, but the man was
gone.

 

Jillian
swallowed nervously, pretending to carefully study the prices on sliced ham.
She didn’t want to tell her father she thought she saw Goyle and she definitely
didn’t want to talk about Brad. The bizarre nature of their relationship was
still fresh in her mind and her father knew nothing about it. She wanted to
keep it that way, at least for the time being.

 

 
“Uhm, why?” She asked, trying her best to look
natural.

 

“He
hasn’t been returning my texts or calls. I don’t know if something’s wrong. I
hope he’s okay.”

 

“I
think he’s fine,” she said. “There was a robbery he was working on.”

 

“Hmm,
I knew about that. He’s always answered me before though.”

 

Jillian
chewed her lower lip nervously. She would feel awful if their budding
relationship was going to screw up the whole family/friend dynamic her dad and Brad
had. Or the dynamic that all of them had for that matter. It was something she
would have to talk to Brad about. But now she wasn’t sure how that worked.
Could they have regular conversations about stuff if she was now his
submissive? Would he think less of what she had to say now? She didn’t think he
would, but she was afraid her submissive role would impact the respect he had
for her thoughts and what she had to say.

 

“If
I see him, I’ll ask,” she told her dad.

 

Thankfully
it was their turn to order and the conversation came to an end. It was still on
her mind though when Brad came into her apartment that evening. He had two
bags, one with groceries and another he wouldn’t let her see inside.

 

“Go
put the ice cream in the freezer,” he told her, handing her the bag.

 

She
didn’t take it from him and only stood with her arms folded across her chest.
“You know, just because you get to tell me what to do during sex doesn’t mean
you can just order me around whenever you want.”

 

Brad
raised his eyebrows but didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he walked past
her and put the ice cream in the freezer himself, leaving the rest of the items
in the bag on the counter. Nervously, she watched him move around the kitchen.
He took down a glass and poured himself some wine. In her mind, it seemed all
his movements were slow and deliberate, as if he knew she was nervous for
talking back to him and afraid of what he would say.

 

 
It made her feel like back when she was a
little girl again when she knew she had crossed a line with her dad. The big
difference now was her anxiety had more than a dollop of sexual tension added
to it.

 

When
he walked by her to the couch he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even look at
her. Once he sat, he gently placed his glass on the coffee table. In her mind
the sound the glass made hitting the wood resounded throughout her home,
piercing through the tense silence.

 

Wringing
her hands, she walked over to the couch and stood near the arm he rested
against, in a spot he could only see her in his peripheral vision.

 

He
ignored her for a moment before asking calmly. “Are we having boundary issues?”

 

She
took a deep breath.

 

 
“Well it’s just, I don’t think you should get
to tell me what to do all the time. I mean, what if you tell me to go do
something stupid. Am I supposed to just go do it? And just because you get to
tell me what to do and punish me if I don’t do it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t
have to listen to me either. If I tell you something important you still have
to listen to me because if you don’t it means you don’t respect me like you
used to. I’m afraid if you keep giving me orders and hitting me and stuff you
won’t respect me anymore.”

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