Friends & Fantasies (Part 3)

Somewhere, low music was throbbing. He stepped around her and pulled her through the room, neatly avoiding the small tables scattered around an open dais. There were people at those tables, but most of them were engaged in talking… or kissing, touching, petting… What was this place?! She didn’t have time to try and guess; he had her in the center of the room, was guiding her to lie down on the low platform there.

Then he was on his knees, pushing up her dress, and the room melted away as she felt him lick her through her panties. Her breath caught in her throat at the novel way his tongue felt through the cloth, and then he was peeling them down her thighs and off her feet, discarding them with an impatient growl. Pushing her knees wide, he bent to taste her again. Her back arched and she couldn’t hold back a moan as he easily found her button and pressed his tongue against it for a moment before pulling her close to bite softly.

It took less than a minute before the entire night of sexual tension, combined with his expert mouth, made her erupt, cumming fiercely against him. He held her down with his hands, unceasingly sucking and licking the warm juices running from within her. It was only when she’d started to ease up, and he felt the inner contractions stop, that he sat up, and looked at her.

“Next time, ask me before you cum, little one,” his tone was serious, startling her. What was this? He smacked her still-swollen pussy with two fingers, eliciting a little yelp from her. She sat up and suddenly remembered that they had an audience. Luckily, a lot of people were engaged with each other, but a few were definitely watching! This was a first for her!

Then he was there, diverting her attention again. Firmly, but not ungently, he pulled her up beside him, his mouth covering hers, forcing his tongue into her. She could taste herself on him, and the very idea of that caused her pussy to start throbbing again.

His hands went to her dress, pulling it up and over her head, breaking contact with her lips for only a moment to let the cloth slip over her head. Then he was kissing her again, his hands pressing against her back, sliding lower to cup her ass and pull her against him. His grip tightened, one palm sliding down to rub at the cleft between her cheeks, rubbing deeper until she felt his fingers pushing against her tight hole.

His mouth went to her neck, biting her hard as one of his fingers explored deeper inside of her. She was wet enough that he slid into her easily, and her body tensed at the deliciousness of this new invasion.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his lips pressed against her ear.

“Please fuck me,” she moaned softly.

She felt his low chuckle. “Not yet, little kitty.” His hands pulled away, and then one of them was curled in her hair, pulling it tightly. Before she knew it, she was on her knees in front of him, one of his hands still buried in her hair, the other working to free his cock from his pants. Eagerly, she helped him let it out, her hands encircling it for a moment before her mouth closed around it.

He was surprised after just a few moments to feel her take him into her throat, swallowing almost the entire length. Her tongue worked at the underside of it, caressing in a way that caused him to shudder slightly. He knew if he let her continue this for too long, it would be hard not to lose control. Still, he pressed roughly into her mouth, pushing all of himself as deeply as possible, and was rewarded when he felt her throat close as she choked on him. He looked down to see her green eyes wide, staring up at him, but she didn’t pull away.

His grip in her hair tightened. Momentarily, he thought about just letting himself go, but he knew she needed more than that. She needed to know that he wanted her, that he had the power to take her, and wasn’t going to play the nice guy any more. She’d confided in him more than once over the years about her desire for a loving, but very dominant man to take her in hand and bring out her inner submissive. This was his chance to prove to her who that man was going to be.

With a low groan, he pulled himself away from her. “Stay,” he ordered, and then he was gone, just like that. And she was in the middle of the room, on hands and knees, in only a bra, staring at a room full of people. Some were watching her, some were making out, and some, she noticed, were busy in the darkest corners of the room, moving against each other.

She blushed suddenly at this public exposure and looked around, feeling somewhat abandoned. Then he was behind her, and she felt him lift her hair and place something around her neck. She reached up and felt the collar as he finished buckling it; looked up at him in confusion and saw that he had a leather leash attached to it.

“Good kitty,” he murmured, giving her a sardonic smile. Then, with a slight tug, he led her, still on hands and knees, to one side of the dais, where she noticed a hook protruding out of the floor. He knelt in front of her, wrapping the leash around the hook so that she was forced to bend down, with her face close to the floor. Gently, he kissed her forehead.

“Tell me again what you want, little kitten.”

Her body shivered with expectation; her pussy was soaked, and she could feel the wetness leaking down her inner thighs.

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, please fuck me…”

He moved behind her, pulling his cock free again and pushing it between her thighs. He slipped easily into her slick pussy, sliding in, then slowly back out, teasing her.

“Here?” he asked, sliding slowly back in.

“Yeeessss,” she moaned, pushing impatiently back against him.

His palm left a nice red mark on her ass cheek.

“Wrong answer.” His voice was deceptively calm. “Where do you want me to fuck you, little one?” His hand traced the inner crevice of her buttocks, his fingers finding her tight little hole again. He felt her pussy tense around him as she realized what he wanted to hear.

She murmured something so low, he could barely hear it.

His palm lifted, gracing the other cheek with an equally bright red print.

“What was that, little pet? I want everyone to hear you.”

She groaned, her hips automatically bucking against him at his commanding tone. There was no escaping the fact: he wanted her to beg for it.

“Please fuck my ass,” she whispered, felt him spank her harder, and practically shouted it. “Please Sir, please fuck my ass!”

“Good girl,” he murmured, pleased. He slipped one finger into her, his cock still buried in her pussy, and began working it around, loosening her for his entry. When a second finger went in, she pushed her ass against him, her head on her elbows, eyes closed, her little whimpers begging him to take her.

After another moment, he slowly withdrew. Everything he’d done had been gentle, so she let out a shocked squeal when he suddenly buried himself deep inside her ass, without warning. Her body tensed for a moment, but his hands were tight around her waist, holding her against him, and after a moment, she relaxed, and a wave of desire overtook her. Spreading her legs slightly to allow him even more access, she pushed back against him. Slowly at first, then with increasing pace, he began to move inside of her, until he was pounding forcefully into her, fucking her hard.

She began to moan, first in little squeals every time he pushed into her, then louder and longer until she was almost screaming, “goddd yes, yeessss, please…!”

Suddenly she was begging him, her voice almost breaking as she tried to control herself, “please, I need to cum, please please Sir, please may I cum?!”

His hands tightened around her waist and he drove into her, knowing he was about to lose it. “Yes, baby, come for me,” he gave permission just as he felt himself let go inside of her. Her ass clenched around him tightly, milking the cum from him, a low growl escaping from deep within his chest.

When it was over, both of them stayed in position, panting, trying to catch their breath. She looked out from her hands and knees, his softening cock still buried inside of her, and realized they were still in the back room of the bar. There were still others, a few fucking around them. Some couples were sitting together, arms around each other, smiling at her… at the two of them. Oh my god…

She didn’t have time to freak out too much. He felt her stiffen, saw her scan the room, and pulled out of her, reaching to unbuckle the collar and free her before drawing her to her knees and into his arms. Gently he stroked her hair, kissed her face, held her. Finally, when he felt her relax trustingly into him, he rose, bringing her to her feet with him. Someone, she thought it was the bartender, brought a soft flowing robe… cloak?... something… and draped it around her. She heard him say thank you, and distantly heard the woman’s voice come back “it’s about time I saw you happy”, and then he was escorting her out of the room, back through the bar…

Somehow, she ended up in his bed, nestled against him under a soft black comforter. He held her, whispering sweet things into her ear as she drifted easily into sleep.

For a few more moments, he stared down at her, hardly believing that this had really happened. God, it would suck if I woke up tomorrow alone, and this was all a dream… He wrapped his arms around her more tightly, willing her to stay, then laid his head down beside her, instantly drifting into the soundest sleep he’d had in a long time.