1. A Date with Mark

Transcript

Tonight, you say we're going to play with fear and trust. The look in your eyes is like a dare and a promise all at once. Our bodies are close enough to touch, but there's a field of energy pulsing in the space between us, anticipation and a little bit of danger.

You hold my gaze for a long moment, then circle slowly behind me and lean in so that I can feel your warm breath on the back of my neck. Tell me what frightens you most, you say, your voice low and sexy in my ear. Two hundred flights in the past six months and every business trip I'm distracted by the thoughts of you.

What you're wearing, how you smell, how you taste. Every time I go away, I'm afraid I'll return to find you gone. But that isn't what you mean, is it? All that has passed now, anyway.

The fear, I mean, not the desire. It's taking all of my self-control not to press you up against the wall and fuck you so deep the neighbors hear you coming. Your text messages this week got me so, my dick was so hard during one meeting, I thought for sure I'd get caught.

God, I want you so badly. But yes, we agreed. You're in control tonight and you know exactly how far I'm willing to go.

You take me by the hand and lead me to the leather bench at the foot of the bed, slowly without breaking eye contact. You unbutton my shirt and slide it back off my shoulders. Then you tell me to sit.

I obey, noticing once I'm down there looking up at you how easily I'm taking to the role of reversal. We cross to the other side of the room again and I turn to watch you walk, but eyes forward. I can hear the pleasure in your voice we've barely touched since I walked through the door, but you're enjoying yourself already, aren't you?

I hear you opening what sounds like a cabinet and then a moment later, the slow drag of a zipper. I know that sound. It's your vintage suitcase, isn't it? The one where you keep the toys.

You told me over the phone earlier that you had a surprise for me. I can hear the click of your heels against the floor as you make your way back to me. It's the simplest sound, but it's like you're in control of all my senses.

I'm so turned on. I'd do anything for you right now, but… Wait, oh fuck. What is this? Where on earth did that come from? Isn't she beautiful, you ask, stroking the snake lovingly as it wraps itself down the length of your arm?

It isn't really a question, is it? You know how frightened I am of, this is not what I meant when I said I wanted to try a three-way. But oh, that mischievous look on your face.

I can tell how badly you want me to trust this and give in to whatever pleasure you have in store for me. My heart is pounding, and yet somehow my cock is getting harder, despite my fear, maybe even because of it. I look deep into your eyes and I take a slow breath to steady myself.

I want to show you how completely you have me. You move behind me again, and this time, I know not to turn my head to look. What's that? You're going to blindfold me? The fear and the excitement intensify, and for a moment, I don't know if I can go through with this.

Yes, I'm under your control. I'll have to use my other senses. Oh, that is nice and tight.

I wonder who taught you how to tie a blindfold like that. I try not to think about the snake, but I know she's there. Somewhere.

So close that anything could happen. Now you're stroking my back and shoulders. Yeah, I like that.

Your hands are cold. Or is that a toy? Please tell me that's a toy you're rubbing along the side of my neck like that.

Oh, and the way you're teasing my earlobe with the flick of your tongue. Is that you, baby? Or, God, I've never been turned on like this.

My breathing is getting heavier. Oh, God. The sound of your excitement is driving me insane.

You slither around to the front, and now you're rubbing yourself against my cock. I feel like I might come before you even, but I know how disappointed you'd be, so I'm doing everything I can to not let myself go over the edge. What? Lie down on the bed.

But where's the. .. Lay down and take off my pants.

Your hot breath is hissing in my ear. Yes, baby. I'll do anything you say.

I want you so badly right now. I want to feel your luscious lips and warm tongue around my cock. I want to bury myself so fucking deep inside you.

But all I can do, all I really want to do, is to submit to you fear and all what is happening to me right now. Oh, God. Do you know what you're doing to me? God, that feels so fucking good.

Just do whatever you want to me. I'm yours, baby. You like that, don't you? You feel how hard my cock is? It's ready for you.

Yeah, just like that. Oh, God, I love when you tease me like that. Oh, God, you're squeezing it so tightly in the way you're using your teeth.

Oh, fuck. You're going to make me cum, but I'm trying to be good. I'm trying to be patient.

Yes, whatever you want me. Yes, whatever you want, baby. Oh, God, you're so fucking wet.

Fuck, I love the way you're writhing on me. God, and I'm sliding in and out of you while you squeeze and squeeze. And oh, my God, I've never felt you cum this hard before.

I've never heard you this wild. Oh, that feels so fucking good. I can't hold back anymore.

I'm going to cum. Oh, fuck. Oh, God.

Oh, you're amazing. Oh, so fucking, I was so fucking terrified, but I've never cum like that before. I'm still in some kind of altered state, but you're stroking my chest, soothing, bringing me back to this moment, kissing me gently.

You untie the blindfold, and as my eyes adjust to the room, you come into focus. You've never been so beautiful to me as you are right now. I follow the direction of your gaze and see the snake coiled up peacefully inside its tank.

On the bedside, a long, curvy, silicone dildo. You naughty girl. You tricked me, and I can't wait for you to do it again.