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Don't Wear Panties
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⚠️ BDSM
⚠️ Rated SPG
⚠️ Not suitable for young readers
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It suddenly dawned on me that the men I had always gravitated toward seemed to not like women much. Women were for filling the spaces in their lives. Halftime entertainment. Once their passion was spent, there was no further reason to pretend they were interested in emotions. Alex had seemed very different, but when he casually announced that he had to go back to work that afternoon, it made me wonder if he was just more of the same. Where was the exceptional man I had fallen in love with? Now there was a dispassionate stranger beside me, making small talk about the map. The enormity of the leap I'd made in coming here began to hammer at my temples.
Alex was staying close to the airport, but the drive seemed to take forever as I searched fruitlessly for witty conversation. The hotel was full, and the only parking available left us with a very long walk to his room. He handed me the smaller of my two bags without a word, and set off quickly, with little regard for my inability to match his pace. It almost felt like he was trying to get away. We had not hugged or kissed, and had exchanged a few words. Now I was almost running, trying to keep up with him. By the time he stopped and pulled a key card out of his wallet, the butterflies in my stomach were approaching frenzy status. No longer sure of anything, I followed him into the room, slowly, almost numb. When the door closed behind us, he finally broke the silence that had descended upon us. His only words were simple and direct; oddly calming and unsettling, all at once.
"Take your clothes off, Pet."
From our very first phone conversation, he had called me 'Pet'. The familiarity of the endearment reassured me, at the same time that his tone and the finality of the command unnerved me. He had seen pictures, carefully posed and cropped to show my best. He had not seen me naked, up close, with all my imperfections on display. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse slowly, eyes locked on his, needing some sign from him, but unable to name it. There was no doubt there, and none of the gentleness that I had come to expect from him, only quiet authority. I was now shivering from a mix of hope and fear, but I did as I was told. All too soon I stood naked before him, unsure what to do, mesmerized by the raw need in his expression. He asked me to turn around slowly, and his eyes traveled my body greedily, as if he were memorizing every detail. I had no doubt that he saw every inch of me, but still no indication if he found me pleasing.
"Come. Take my shoes off."
His simple words were those of the man I'd fallen in love with, and my uncertainty burned away like early morning mist in the sun. I knelt at his feet, my breath coming fast and ragged as I obeyed, intensely aware of the service I yearned to provide. He made no effort to lighten the weight of his foot on my thigh as I untied his shoe, and the very solidity of it centered me like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Naked at the feet of this fully clothed man, there was no way to escape my position. He was using me as his property, and it took me back instantly to the first time he'd made me kneel, and the serenity it brought me. Calm now, I followed his patient, precise instructions, the sound of his voice like warm honey over my body. He directed me to remain on my knees, and remove the rest of his clothing, folding each item neatly before being allowed to proceed.
I had been afraid all along that he would be too gentle and considerate. My dream Dom took what he wanted, and damn the consequences. I was afraid that Colin's compassionate nature would make him hesitant and unsure. He quickly proved me wrong. His hands were everywhere, fierce and urgent, bruising my flesh as his teeth sank into my neck. I whimpered softly, but the gush between my thighs was undeniable. The hunger we had both suppressed too long quickly banished the painful shyness of the car ride. I expected him to throw me onto the bed and claim his prize. He had other ideas.
He wound my hair around his hand and pushed me roughly to the desk. He grabbed a pillow from the bed to soften the unforgiving edge, and bent me...
⚠️ BDSM
⚠️ Rated SPG
⚠️ Not suitable for young readers
+++++++++++
It suddenly dawned on me that the men I had always gravitated toward seemed to not like women much. Women were for filling the spaces in their lives. Halftime entertainment. Once their passion was spent, there was no further reason to pretend they were interested in emotions. Alex had seemed very different, but when he casually announced that he had to go back to work that afternoon, it made me wonder if he was just more of the same. Where was the exceptional man I had fallen in love with? Now there was a dispassionate stranger beside me, making small talk about the map. The enormity of the leap I'd made in coming here began to hammer at my temples.
Alex was staying close to the airport, but the drive seemed to take forever as I searched fruitlessly for witty conversation. The hotel was full, and the only parking available left us with a very long walk to his room. He handed me the smaller of my two bags without a word, and set off quickly, with little regard for my inability to match his pace. It almost felt like he was trying to get away. We had not hugged or kissed, and had exchanged a few words. Now I was almost running, trying to keep up with him. By the time he stopped and pulled a key card out of his wallet, the butterflies in my stomach were approaching frenzy status. No longer sure of anything, I followed him into the room, slowly, almost numb. When the door closed behind us, he finally broke the silence that had descended upon us. His only words were simple and direct; oddly calming and unsettling, all at once.
"Take your clothes off, Pet."
From our very first phone conversation, he had called me 'Pet'. The familiarity of the endearment reassured me, at the same time that his tone and the finality of the command unnerved me. He had seen pictures, carefully posed and cropped to show my best. He had not seen me naked, up close, with all my imperfections on display. My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse slowly, eyes locked on his, needing some sign from him, but unable to name it. There was no doubt there, and none of the gentleness that I had come to expect from him, only quiet authority. I was now shivering from a mix of hope and fear, but I did as I was told. All too soon I stood naked before him, unsure what to do, mesmerized by the raw need in his expression. He asked me to turn around slowly, and his eyes traveled my body greedily, as if he were memorizing every detail. I had no doubt that he saw every inch of me, but still no indication if he found me pleasing.
"Come. Take my shoes off."
His simple words were those of the man I'd fallen in love with, and my uncertainty burned away like early morning mist in the sun. I knelt at his feet, my breath coming fast and ragged as I obeyed, intensely aware of the service I yearned to provide. He made no effort to lighten the weight of his foot on my thigh as I untied his shoe, and the very solidity of it centered me like nothing I'd ever experienced before. Naked at the feet of this fully clothed man, there was no way to escape my position. He was using me as his property, and it took me back instantly to the first time he'd made me kneel, and the serenity it brought me. Calm now, I followed his patient, precise instructions, the sound of his voice like warm honey over my body. He directed me to remain on my knees, and remove the rest of his clothing, folding each item neatly before being allowed to proceed.
I had been afraid all along that he would be too gentle and considerate. My dream Dom took what he wanted, and damn the consequences. I was afraid that Colin's compassionate nature would make him hesitant and unsure. He quickly proved me wrong. His hands were everywhere, fierce and urgent, bruising my flesh as his teeth sank into my neck. I whimpered softly, but the gush between my thighs was undeniable. The hunger we had both suppressed too long quickly banished the painful shyness of the car ride. I expected him to throw me onto the bed and claim his prize. He had other ideas.
He wound my hair around his hand and pushed me roughly to the desk. He grabbed a pillow from the bed to soften the unforgiving edge, and bent me...
