[ Long time lurker on my other account, this is my first attempt at writing anything like this. Or doing any sort of creative writing in I don’t even know how many years. Comments and constructive criticism appreciated ]
*I’ll see you soon, princess. And then you’ll be mine.*
That was the last text he sent. And now he was on his way. Today. Soon. He’d be here so soon.
“Fuck,” she thought. “Why the fuck did I wear these stupid shoes? I look like an asshole.”
She looked down at herself. Type O Negative shirt – nothing special there. Black faux leather leggings that clung to legs she’d worked so hard to tone. On her feet, black platform Jeffrey Campbells with studs around their wedged heels. Too high for everyday wear, yet here she was in the train station, wearing them. Because she knew how much he liked them. *What daddy wants, daddy gets.*
She looked nervously at her watch. Of course she promptly forgot what it said, and had to look again. It blinked 14:06. She chewed her lip as she turned to check the arrivals board. Why was she so anxious? They’d talked about this for months: meet up in a city where no one knew them and have a good time. And now that time had come.
Bats flitted around in her stomach as she heard his train approaching. “Fuck.” No matter how many times she’d rehearsed this in her head, she had no idea how their meeting would actually play out. Would he put his arm around her, pull her close, and kiss her passionately? Or would he roughly grab her ass and bite her lip while he growled how glad he was to see her? Knowing him, it was probably going to be the latter. Something about being that way in public really turned her on, that he had no qualms about displaying his….affections.
The train slowly came to a halt at the platform. It seemed like ages before the doors finally opened and passengers began to file out. She had intentionally stayed towards the back so he would have to search for her. She shifted on her heels, finding a more comfortable position to stand in. These shoes really were ridiculous.
She pushed her glasses up on her nose and then she spotted him. And he hadn’t seen her yet. She liked watching him look for her, knowing she stood right in front of him but he couldn’t see her. She could see worry starting to cloud his face. Then, as if he sensed her smirking at his distress, he turned and locked his eyes with hers. “Fuck. Here he comes.” And come at her he did.
People seemed to scatter before him as he made his way towards her. At 6’6″ he was the tallest person in the station, and he walked with purpose. He was dressed in tight black jeans, black boots and a dark plaid button-down, open with a black shirt underneath, a grey beanie over his shaved head. She swallowed as she took him in. His short beard, job-killer tattoos, that brutal scar on his neck. He made her knees weak. She could almost feel the rush of air as he stopped short a mere two inches in front of her. She didn’t look up at him, she just breathed in the scent of him so close to her. Finally. He smelled like cologne and burning wood, a combination she loved. She winced slightly as he put a hand under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. His grey-blue eyes shone.
“Hello, princess. I’ve missed you.” His voice was low, rough. Music to her ears. She could feel her pussy moisten.
He bent slightly to kiss her fully on the lips. The gesture shocked her – it wasn’t at all what she had anticipated him doing. She froze as his arms snaked around her waist and squeezed her tightly. Any doubts that she had about this tryst were gone in an instant. His tongue parted her lips, searching for her own. Eyes closing slowly, she let out a sigh as she let him explore her mouth. She found her arms twining around him, digging her fingernails into his back ever so slightly. After what felt like a blissful eternity, he pulled away from her.
“You wanna get out of here?” His voice was now husky with lust.
“Definitely,” she breathed, eyes still closed.
“Lead the way.”
They waited by the rideshare pickup and chatted about his trip. She had flown, but he wasn’t keen on the idea and so had gotten a train. She had always wondered why he didn’t just drive, but didn’t push the issue. He was here now, in this city away from their homes, just to be with her. On the entire ride to the hotel, their hands were on each others thighs in what seemed an almost subconscious action. *You are MINE.* She could feel herself getting wetter. And she could see the outline of his cock against his tight jeans. She squeezed her legs together. He chuckled.
She fumbled with the key card with him pressing up against her, cock rubbing on her ass. He laughed at her frustration, plucking the card from her hands and effortlessly putting it in the reader. The lock clicked open and they almost tumbled into the spacious room. Still laughing, he guided her in and quietly closed the door behind him, his giant form filling the doorway. God, it made her so wet just seeing him looming in the dimly lit, narrow entrance.
“What’s wrong, my princess?” His voice was lower now, with that hint of menacing sweetness that drove her crazy.
She was flustered and he knew it. He was so good at that, at making her lose focus.
“Nothing. Do you want to shower?” She was stalling. Anything to draw this out a little longer.
“Actually, yeah. That ride was long.” Kicking his boots off, he dropped his bag on the low dresser and began to take off his shirt. Then his black undershirt. His pants soon followed, and just like always, he wasn’t wearing underwear. He smirked at her. She couldn’t ever remember a time when he wore underwear. His cock sprang out of his pants, erect and quivering. She grinned wickedly, feeling her cheeks get hot. It was so hard not to stare, but she held his eyes until he broke away laughing. “I’ll be just a few,” he said jovially as he turned and sauntered into the bathroom.
“Fuck.” She couldn’t believe they were actually here. She had genuinely doubted his commitment to it, but here he was. She sat on the bed, fidgeting, waiting for him to emerge again. After a few minutes he came out, towel around his waist, and grabbed some clean clothes before going back into the bathroom. He came out a second time, this time fully clothed. She could smell that burning wood smell under his cologne. She squeezed her legs together again.
She guessed he had seen her sitting there on the bed, squirming. He took her hand and pulled her up to him. She loved being in his arms, and feeling his dick against her leg. He tilted her head up and kissed her softly. Her arms found their way around him, hugging him tightly. Their tongues met and danced. She lost herself in that simple moment. She could kiss him forever, she thought.
In an eye-blink, his hand was on her chest and he pushed her roughly onto the bed. He was on top of her, pushing her down onto the mattress. She tried to wriggle away, but he was too strong. He was still kissing her, more hungrily now. This is what she had been waiting for.
A low rumble emanated from his chest. A sound that put her so wildly in lust, it took all of her self control to not cum on the spot. She bit his lower lip, hard. He growled and brought his hand to her throat, squeezing it in warning. She bit him again. His grip tightened.
She began to fumble at the jeans he’d put on, wondering why he’d bothered with them in the first place. Deep down, she knew why, but right now it didn’t seem to matter. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her arm up over her head. He did the same with the other, all while never breaking contact with her mouth. His hands were big enough that he could hold both of hers in one of his.
“You aren’t the one in control here, princess. Or have you forgotten?” His voice was darker now, almost dangerous.
“I think you’ll have to remind me,” she said through teeth clamped firmly on his lower lip.
He growled and shifted to put more weight on her wrists. With one deft movement he had his other hand in her pants, fingers slowly inching towards her throbbing pussy. He found her wet and wanting. He lightly brushed her lips, circling. She squirmed at his touch. He grinned and pulled his hand away, making her whimper.
“I don’t think you’re quite ready for me, princess.”
She was almost panting now. She never understood why she couldn’t control herself around him. He just had that effect and he was going to milk it for as long as he could. He knew how much she wanted him, and he was being intentionally withholding. She hated when he did that.
He let her wrists go and made to get up. Instead of letting her up too, he held her down by putting his hand up to her chest.
“No.” Delivered in a voice that came from deep in his chest. “You don’t move unless I tell you to move. Unless I *let* you move.”
With that, he began to remove her leather-look pants. Slowly at first, then more aggressively once her got them down past her hips. He removed her shoes so he could get her pants off completely. She wasn’t wearing underwear either, knowing how much ease of access turned him on. He looked at her, smirking. He was going to enjoy this.
She lay motionless, letting him run his fingertips along her legs. His touch gave her goosebumps. His fingers traced their way up her thigh. He stopped right before getting to her pussy, looking at her with a hungry glint in his eyes. Still, she didn’t move.
His fingers found her lower lips again, glistening with her juices. He parted them and nudged the tip of his finger between them. She inhaled sharply. He paused, letting her calm herself, before continuing his exploration. She was soaking with arousal, skin flushing. His touch was painfully slow; she wanted him to hurry up and put it in her. He advanced his finger one knuckle inside her. Her walls gripped it, not wanting to let it go. He pulled his finger out slowly and licked it.
“That’s my girl.”
He once again began to put his index finger inside her, deeper this time. She let out a gasp, but didn’t move. He circled her clit with his wet finger, sending waves of pleasure through her. He moved to the end of the bed, grabbing her hips and pulling her roughly towards him. He bit at her inner thigh. She had a white-knuckle grip on the bed sheets. He bit and licked his way up to her pussy. When he finally got there he licked her, one long, slow motion. When he brushed her clit she had to stifle a cry. He growled again and licked her with more pressure. His tongue moved its way into her, tasting her. He loved the way she tasted. He continued licking and nibbling her while she moaned and gasped and whined. She wanted to cum so badly, but held back. If he was going to tease her like this, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
When he noticed what she was doing he angrily climbed on top of her again, and shoved two fingers deep inside her.
“You cum. When I say you cum. And I say you cum now.” His fingers pumped, working her G-spot viciously. She moaned and cried loudly. She tried to fight it, but he was too much for her. Breathing heavily into his ear, she came, wave after wave ripping through her. Her juices flowed over his hand while he worked her, building her up to screaming. When he was satisfied with her first orgasm, he pulled his fingers from her and put them to her lips.
“Lick them clean.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/e3rpxl/a_secret_tryst_pt_1_mfteasingdom
Welcome back to writing. I thought this was good. Thanks for posting.