Vanilla (2 page)

“I want you to come home
with me tonight,” he said, almost inaudible over the band.

My smile faded, not from
fear of going to his place, but at what might happen to me, what I might awaken
inside of me. My brain decided for me before I could even think about it.
“All right, sounds good. No more wine though after
this glass.”

The ride back to his house
was a quiet one. He lived in a top floor condo a little ways outside of town,
in a neighbourhood clearly marketed for the wealthy. I hadn’t asked what he did
for a living and it wasn’t something he brought up with me, but seeing his
place now made me question exactly what he did.

He paid the cab and had me
walk in front of him as we crossed the short distance to his front door.
Stepping behind me he put in a code for the automatic door. We walked through
the marble lined receiving area and to an elevator to the left of the entrance.
He input his code once again and we entered the elevator that took us to the
top floor and deposited us in his living room.

“Here, let me take your
coat,” he said as his hands wrapped around the collar of my jacket. I undid it
and let the weight fall into his hands.

Derek ushered me into his
room, a warm palm against my back. The heat steadied my nerves for the moment.
The room was large, and felt even more so because of the bareness of it. Two
walls were glass that overlooked the city in a breath-taking picturesque view;
the other two were white and bare except for one small photo frame containing a
black and white picture of a cliff with water breaking over it. This was a room
that was set up for one purpose only, and as I finished scanning the room, my
eyes were drawn to the large bed that I had avoided in my initial observations.

While I was accustomed to
sleeping on a full sized bed, I was no stranger to queens and kings, however,
this looked far larger than any other king I had ever seen. “The bed...what
size it?”

“They call it the Caesar.
You can fit ten people on it if you wanted to. The frame is custom as well.”

I took the time to look at
the metal four poster bed, and what appeared to be various straps and swings
hanging off of it and through it. Down the posts there appeared to be rope and
whips of varying lengths and material hanging. I felt my heartbeat quicken at
the thought that, if I allowed it to, those contraptions would be used on me at
some point.

The air displaced around me,
and I felt Derek move closer. His hands came up and trailed down my hair
causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. I shivered, and I wish I could say it
was out of fear or the room being cold but it wasn’t.

“Your skin is so sensitive,
so responsive to my touch.” He spoke the last part against my neck, his lips
trailing up my spine and kissing me beneath my hairline; my body shook
involuntarily at the contact, he knew my biggest weakness and he was using it
for the first time right now.

His hands moved back up my
arms, when they reached my forearms he gripped them, securing me in place by
his strength and he bit right over the spot he had just kissed. My knees
instantly buckled; pleasure coursed through my body at his mouth’s
ministrations, a combination of licks, sucks, bites and kisses. I remained
standing only because of his hands around my arms.

Suddenly the attack stopped
and I was harshly pulled against Derek, his erection hot and heavy against my
back. “You are not to make a sound. If you do, there will be punishment. You do
not come until I tell you it’s okay to do so, and you will not touch me until I
tell you so. I can be your greatest lover, and take you to heights of pleasure
you’ve only ever read about in ancient manuals. In the end, you’re the one
ultimately in charge. If you want to stop then just say the magic word.”

“What’s the magic word? Stop?”
I managed to spit out, voice trembling with anticipation as his direct words.

“No, it’s never stop. Stop
is a word that you say when the pleasure is too much and you don’t think your
mind or body can take it, that you will break if your cusp over that edge. You
choose the word though; it can be anything.”

“So, like banana?”

Derek gave a short laugh.
“Yes, like banana, but can we have something not related to a fruit or
vegetable?”

I thought for a bit on what
a good word would be. “Badge.”

“Badge it is. Why badge?”

My lips quirked. “A badge is
something you wear over your heart. Something you’ve earned through trust and honour.”
And interestingly, I already thoroughly trusted Derek.

“I like it,” he said,
decisively. “Stay here.”

He crossed the room and
walked over to the side where I couldn’t see what was hanging, pulled something
off, and made his way back to me. In his hand was a blindfold, one that was
heavily padded and looked rather comfortable to wear.

“I bought this a while ago
at a grocery store. It’s not flimsy, doesn’t let light in and it’s just about
the most comfortable one I have ever bought. This is going to help us your
first time around. Work on your senses.”

I nodded my head in
acknowledgment and my vision was taken from me. Derek took my hands and walked
me towards the bed where he bent down and chastely kissed my lips. Turning me
around, he grasped the zipper on my dress and tugged it down. As he did so, his
tongue laved at my skin once again causing me to shiver at the sensation. He
finally stood up and, with both hands, opened my dress further and slid it off
my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.

I stood before him in a
black lace thong and demi bra. What I could only describe as a growl emitted
from him and his hands wrapped around my waist, his hand and arms
criss-crossing my body and touching every exposed piece of flesh. I felt his
hands cup the undersides of my breasts, then running teasingly over the rest of
the cups and across my nipples, further stimulating them and causing a small
gasp to escape my mouth.

A hand was removed from my
body and entwined in my hair.  He pulled my head back roughly, not enough
to really hurt me, but to make sure I got the point. “I told you not to make a
sound.”

I didn’t know what to say,
or not to say. I remained quiet, awaiting further instructions. Desire, lust,
nervousness… endless sensations streamed through my body.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

His grip tightened in my
hair. “You’re sorry, sir.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” I
whimpered, the slight burn of my scalp making my pussy convulse.

“That’s a good love, now get
on the bed.”

He removed himself
completely from me, no hands, no body. I didn’t know how close or far we were
from the bed since I had been blindfolded beforehand. Thinking he brought me
relatively close, I turned 180 and degrees and walked forward. I walked a lot
further than I thought the bed would be and was met by the wall. I used the
wall as my guide and walked along it and after a few steps my hand collided
with the lone decoration in the room, the picture.

Thinking of the layout and
the placement of the picture I placed myself back at the entrance of the room.
I put my back to the wall and took six large steps to my left and walked
forward. A smile spread across my face as my hand touched the mattress on the
bed.

“Good girl. I think you’re
the fastest one yet to have found my bed and pass that first test. Sight isn’t
everything. Now, get up on the bed.”

Pride swelled in my chest. I
did as asked and had to jump to get my knee up on the bed. When my second leg
was up I started to crawl towards the centre of the bed, but stopped
immediately when Derek told me to.

I felt his hands on my waist
and run over my hips. Gripping my thong he pulled it down and let it rest at my
knees. A wave of embarrassment flooded me as I could only imagine what I looked
like with my legs spread and all of my assets on display. One of Derek's hands
trailed back up my leg and cupped my pussy. I sucked in a deep breath, but
was careful not to make any other noise. Moving his hand down, he pressed his
palm against my moist opening, and what felt like his middle finger began to
stroke at my clit while the other fingers spread my lips open.

The pleasure was intense,
and my hips slowly started gyrating against his hand. My breathing quickened,
and my arms weakened. I started to lower myself when his hand disappeared and
came back with a smack that echoed in the room. Pain blossomed across my arse.

“I did not tell you to lie
down, did I?”

“No, sir,” I said, not
waiting to be told again, once again resting my weight on my arms. Funny how
the word ‘sir’ came so naturally. I loved it. Not having to make the decisions.
Just waiting for my orders. I was—forgive the cliché—putty in his hands.

Without another word he went
back to work on my pussy. The stimulation of my clit was expertly executed. A
lot of times men either did it too hard, too rough, or too gentle. His pressure
was perfect, the tempo and the strokes varied just enough to keep from getting
desensitized. As I started to contract with pleasure internally, my juices
began to trickle down the inside of my thighs and the smell of arousal
permeated the air.

“Your pussy gets really wet,
huh?”

“Yes, sir.”

It was one thing I didn’t
like that my body did. That scared Bryan away and turned most potential
boyfriends into one night stands. That elusive female bodily action that so
many women failed to understand.

Female ejaculation.

“Another time then,” he
said, matter-of-factly. “Get further up on the bed.”

My tense muscles relaxed,
embarrassment ebbing away. I felt my way on the bed, just to make sure I wasn’t
too close to the other side of the bed, but I laughed at the thought since the
bed was so enormous.

“Turn your body to the left
and get on your back.”

Obediently I listened to his
commands and did as instructed.

I heard rustling and a
moment later the bed shifted from his weight.  He slowly crawled over me
and I felt his erection brush along my pussy and he stretched out on top of me.
My hips lifted slightly at the contact and his full weight was on me when he
pressed down on my hips with his hands.

“You’re too eager,
sweetheart, what did I say about touching me?”

I didn’t respond to this, my
throat was dry from anticipation.

Derek spread my legs and
knelt between them, his hands leaving my hips and roaming my body. Breathy
sighs escaped my mouth. He couldn’t punish me for breathing, right?

“Raise your hands above your
head,” he commanded. “Good, feel those? Slip your hands through the holes and
hold on. Don’t remove them until I tell you to.”

I reached up into the restraints
and held on tightly. His hands continued their journey across my body and over
my breasts. On their third pass he pulled the cups down, revealing my pale
flesh and dark nipples. Covering my body again with his, he took one nipple
into his mouth and pinched the other, gradually increasing his pressure while
he pulled. My hips bucked involuntarily at the pleasure I was feeling, and I
couldn’t help the scream that came forth when he smacked my breast in
punishment.

“What did I tell you?” When
I didn’t respond he smacked the other breast. “What did I tell you not to do?”

I mewled, unable to believe
quite how much the sting turned me on. “Told me not to touch you, sir.”

“And what did you do?”

“I touched you.”

“Why did you do it when I
asked you not to?”

“I-I couldn’t help it,
you’re making me feel good.”

Another smack. This time to
my pussy. I released a muffled cry as it twitched in response.
“You’re making me feel good, sir.”

“I can make you feel even
better; you know that, right? I haven’t even put my fingers inside this cunt of
yours, or tasted the sopping mess currently collecting on my bed. And my cock,
if I allowed you to talk while I fucked you all there’d be would be a series of
expletives, oh my gods, stops, and incoherent moanings. This will be your
ultimate test. Let’s try number one.”

My senses were already
working overtime, and while my body was ready and willing to receive his
fingers, I wasn’t mentally prepared for how the first act of him entering me
would be, and it was only his fingers.

They slowly slid into me.
Knuckle by knuckle. Until two of his fingers were buried inside of me to the
point it almost hurt because he was pressing in so hard. They remained stationary
for a long length of time until he pulled them out languidly and slammed them
back in, the force driving me a little up the bed. Again he remained
motionless, and then ever so slightly they began a waving dance inside of me.
Up against my pussy wall, down towards my rectum, side to side, and circular.

I bit my lip and breathed
hard to prevent myself from screaming out at the onslaught of pleasure I was
receiving. His thumb joined the mix and circled my clip in that expert way of
his. What was driving me even more mad was that I couldn’t vocalize my
pleasure, shout out to the heavens how beautifully he played my body like an
experienced violinist playing a Stradivarius.