SATED: #3 in the Fit Trilogy (5 page)

Keira let out a little squeak when Daniel reached down and grabbed her legs. The squeak was followed almost immediately by a moan as he started rubbing her feet.
Daniel worked the top of her foot and toes with his left hand and used his right arm to massage the arch and her heel. It wasn’t a cuddling, but it was something.

“You have no idea how good that feels.” Keira moaned as she slid down into the couch cushions.

“You’re on your feet all day. I’m sure you could use a good rub down.”

“Obviously. You don’t have to stop at the feet. Really. I won’t be mad if you want to do my whole body.”

“You sure about that?”

“You know what I mean, pervert.”

“How ’bout you just let me know when you’re ready for me to go a little higher?”

“Oh, I will,” Keira replied, almost so softly she wasn’t entirely sure Daniel had heard her. She watched him for a few more moments out of the corner of her eye. He was wearing another simple t-shirt that was snug enough to show off the definition in his chest and his biceps, but somehow the perfect article of dark cotton didn’t look tight. It made him look…delicious.

Keira spoke again on impulse. “What’s your favorite thing, switch-wise?”

“Switch-wise?”

“What’s your favorite ‘activity’?”

“That’s right. You never did tell me the results of your research. Is this a part of your Mistress plan? Slowly pull the information out of me after I’m fed and completely relaxed?”

Keira scoffed as she squirmed some more on her end of the couch. “At least one of us is relaxed.”

Daniel immediately stopped the movements of his fingers. “Am I hurting your feet?”

“No, that’s no—No. You can keep going with the foot thing. I was just wondering what you like. The stuff I found that was…sexual seemed to appeal to the general masses and then there were other things that just looked like something you would do to someone during an interrogation.”

He kept on with her foot, but tilted his head back and looked thoughtfully at the ceiling. “Hmm, my favorite activity. That’s a tough question. Sometimes it depends who I’m with, what they want, what kind of mood I’m in, what kind of mood they’re in. With some people, it’s been the same thing each time.”

“Ah, I see.” Keira needed to shut up. She was glad Daniel had come over, and he was aces with the whole foot rub thing, but no amount of internet research would prepare her for his other extracurricular activities. What she needed to do was enjoy her time with him. Enjoy the foot rub, enjoy the movie. Yes, she was curious. She’d been curious all week, but thinking about the freaky things Daniel liked to do for days on end was different from participating in those things with him. She was
not
ready, so why bring those freaky things up?

Damn right you’re not ready, she told herself. Just watch the movie.

“With you?” Daniel said.

Keira’s eyes opened wide the second she realized what he was getting at. Just as quickly she closed them and covered her ears. “No. Don’t tell me. Please.”

Daniel’s deep laugh vibrated up her legs. “Why not? We’re just talking. It’s all hypotheticals.”

“Because—” Keira lowered her hands. “Actually, no. Tell me.”

“See, I can already tell that your thirst for knowledge will betray you every time. But let me think. With you, being the generous, thorough Mistress I know you can be, I think possibly a little edging, or some prostate milking. I’d have to be gagged though. And tied down.”

“I understood about three-quarters of what you just said. What the heck is edging?”

“It’s a way of being stimulated for a long period of time, without coming.”

“How long are we talkin’?”

“Depends how much time you have? Schedule permitting, I’ve had sessions go all day.”

“Wait someone played with your… your dick all day long? Like for a whole day and you didn’t come?”

“I came eventually, but yes. We were at it for basically the whole day.”

“Yeah, no. I don’t think I could do that. My arms would get tired.”

“There are ways to get creative. You don’t have to use your hands at all.”

Keira’s brain almost broke as she tried to picture it. Daniel naked. Trying not to come. She coughed. “So you like edging, while being tied up and gagged. That’s your favorite thing?”

“When I’m submitting, yeah.”

“And when you’re not?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I love to eat pussy. I mean, I guess I like to do that when I’m submitting too, but if you were under me, I’d eat your pussy until you couldn’t walk anymore and then I’d fuck you to sleep.”

Keira swallowed in an attempt to calm her jumping nerves. This time when she squirmed, her feet shifted in Daniel’s lap, right against what appeared to be his growing erection. She shouldn’t have looked directly at his crotch, but she couldn’t help it. She wasn’t thinking clearly. When she looked up, Daniel was staring back at her. She had no idea what made her so bold but she moved her foot again, this time with meaning.

“All this, just from talking about it?” she asked.

“Mhmm. And thinking about you. You have to tell me now. What do you like?”

Keira realized she was wet now. She could feel the wet patch forming between her legs. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’re not well versed in bondage or submission, but you’ve had sex and I’m guessing you masturbate. What’s your sexual act of choice?”

Thinking of an answer was the distraction she needed. Daniel was still rubbing her foot, but now there was the matter of his hard-on and how the thickness of it was pressed against the side of her arch. She balled her fists in her sweatshirt to keep from slipping her own fingers a little farther down her body.

“I don’t know. I just like sex.”

“Sex covers a lot ground. Let’s be more specific. What’s a top fantasy of yours?”

“Ha. Finding a guy who’s willing to sit through a Twilight Zone marathon with me at least three times a year.”

“I’m sitting right here. Try again.”

Keira rolled her eyes, but answered anyway. “I don’t know. More foreplay, maybe. Every guy I’ve ever been with? We’ve done all sorts of positions, but we always get right to the sex. There’s never any build up. Just,
Bam!
Doin’ it. I was with one guy who didn’t even kiss me. He just threw me on the bed and pulled my underwear off. I want, like, more—what’s the word I’m looking for? I want more play, more fun. I want it to last longer, before it even gets started. I am making no sense.”

“No, you’re making complete sense. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do with a partner that you haven’t?”

“I’m going to tell you, but I want you to know it’s super embarrassing to say all this out loud.”

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. How can you get what you want if you don’t share the details? Out with it.”

“True. Okay. I really like watching guys jerk off. It’s like the only porn I watch, when I watch porn.” Keira said the words so fast it was like they all ran together.

“What do you like about watching guys jerk off?”

“I just think it’s hot. I mean, porn’s a mess, but when it’s just one person it just seems more real. Less forced. A little less ridiculous. I’ve always thought it would be fun to watch a guy masturbate before or even after we have sex. He can watch me too, but yeah.”

“So you like watching guys come?”

“You make it sound like I have a hole drilled in a men’s locker room wall somewhere.”

“Hey, I don’t know what you do when you’re at work. Excuse me.” Daniel gently lifted her feet and placed them back on the couch. Then he reached for his zipper and started undoing his pants. It wasn’t until his hand was all the way inside his boxers that Keira realized what he was doing.

“Oh my gosh, no! Don’t!”

“You sure?” Daniel asked, his hand still in his boxers.

“No. Yes. I don’t know! Do you usually whip it out on first dates?”

Daniel dropped his chin, giving her a telling look. “It’s happened.”

“Oh gosh. Okay. Okay. Do it. No! Do it.”

“Okay. I’m gonna do it, but from now on if you really, genuinely don’t want me to do something, say ‘pizza’.”

“Is that our safeword?”

Daniel’s smile should be illegal in every state. “So you did do your homework.”

“A little bit. Okay, pizza. That’ll be your word too so I don’t get confused. Not that you’ll get anywhere near using it. I just—yeah. Okay. Do it. Oh my gosh. What we doing? There’s still pizza left!” Keira blurted out the last bit just before she covered her eyes again. He was lifting his hips to give himself more room to pull his boxers and his jeans all the way down. She couldn’t watch, but she had to. When Keira dared to peek between her fingers knew she had to stop him again.

“Wait! Kiss me first. Just real quick. If we’re going to do anything close to sex, you have to kiss me. Makes it more personal, less… back room of the saloon.”

“You’re weird, but I like it. Here I come. I’m gonna kiss the shit out of you.”

He wasn’t kidding either. Daniel went for it, climbing over her, digging his fingers into her hair as he lightly caressed her cheek and then her neck with the healed skin on his arm.

Goose bumps had already spread out all over her body, but now her goose bumps had caught some sort of fever. His lips were so soft and he knew how to use the right amount of tongue at the right moment. Just a hint brushed against her own tongue, and then a little more.

He was pulling away before she knew it, back on the other end of the sofa with his jeans halfway down his thighs before she could tell him she wasn’t done yet, but then his hand was in his boxers and he was pulling out his cock.

Keira was almost humiliated by how much it fascinated her. It was nice looking, as dicks go. Long and thick, which wasn’t unfamiliar to Keira. She’d been with well-endowed guys before but, as Daniel started to stroke himself, it really hit Keira just how one note her sex life had been. If she could count the seconds, from kiss to the moments that followed—if it wasn’t suggested that Keira enthusiastically give her partner some head—she never got a moment to appreciate a man’s body.

If Daniel was anything like her last boyfriend, he’d already have her bent over the arm of the couch, going at her doggy-style and coming before she could even get close to her finish. Like clockwork, he’d go down on her afterward, but if she came, or if she faked it, he’d head to her room to pass out or take off for his own place before she could get her wits back. Her last boyfriend sucked.

But as she watched Daniel, his long fingers gliding over his skin, squeezing and tugging, she wanted to sleep with him, she wanted to take things further, but this was her fantasy, witnessing this filthy, private act. Why had it taken so long for her to find someone she could share her fantasies with?

“Can you take off your shirt?” she asked suddenly. “And your pants? All the way. Please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His tone was light, but sincere. He stood up and started to shed his clothes. Keira almost asked if he needed a hand, but thought better of it. He deftly undressed one-handed and, even if he hadn’t been able to manage, Keira got the feeling he would ask for help if he needed it.

When he sat back down, a look of concentration came over his face, like before maybe he had been teasing her, seeing how far he could go before she pizza’d their night to an early conclusion. Now the game was on.

“You have to tell me if you want me to stop, or if you want me to come,” he said.

Keira pulled her knees up to her chest. “Definitely don’t stop. I’ll…I’ll tell you when to come.”

Daniel just nodded and kept on stroking.

The movie had long since faded into the background, but the sounds of the gunshots and motorcycle chases and explosions gave Keira something in the distance to focus on. She needed something tangible, an anchor to keep her from going wild as she watched him. She didn’t want to think about what more she could want from this scenario, because Keira had no doubt in her mind that Daniel would give it to her.

She had no clue what he was talking about half the time they discussed anything sexual. She could come to him with the wildest, most off the wall idea and she knew he would have no problem meeting her demands. She was still playing in the minors, but guys like Daniel had invented the game, crafted the whole rulebook. Her most outrageous request would seem like child’s play to him and that scared her.

“How do you do it when you’re alone?” she managed to ask.

“Just like this, no alteration to the show.”

“I mean what do you think about?”

“I think about how good it feels, touching my own cock. Or I think about something else that would make me come.” Daniel’s voice was strained in the sexiest way. Keira had a feeling he was getting close, but he would wait for her to say it was okay.

“Like what? What kinds of things make you come?”

“Right now? I’m thinking about you and if you enjoy watching me.”

“I do. It’s really hot.”

“Then that’s enough—Fuck.” Daniel let his head fall back as he stroked himself faster. “Thinking about how much you like this is enough to make me go off.”

Without really thinking, Keira braced herself on the couch and slid closer to Daniel, so close her knees were now pressed against his bare thigh. His head was still tilted back, but he cracked his eyes open just a bit to look at her. He licked his lips.

Kiera leaned in a little more. “Can I touch you?”

“You don’t have to ask.”

“Yes, I do. Don’t stop.” Keira meant to lead with her hands, but her mouth took charge. She kissed Daniel on his shoulder, leaning a little closer so her lips could make the journey along his neck. He smelled so good. Something clean, but warm and fresh, like fabric softener and the hint of a perfect cologne. His arm brushed against her breasts as his hand kept on moving up and down his shaft.

He turned his head just enough and their lips met, but Keira pulled away. Before, it had been clear that she wanted the kissing portion of the night to go on and on, but now she knew what would happen if they kept kissing and she wanted to save that for another time.

Daniel seemed to understand. He slowed his movements down again, squeezing his cock in his palm, alternating his grip, upside and then down, probably to keep himself from coming before she said it was okay. Keira laid her head on the back of the couch and continued to watch. Her knees were still pressed against his thigh.