She was single for the first time in years, and for the first time in years she was refusing to settle, on anything. Months after her breakup, she had a new apartment, new roommates, a new body thanks to all that anger taken out through exercise, and, of course, a new dating profile.
‘Fuck it, I am refusing to settle,’ she thought to herself as she filled out the profile with a level of honesty that would make anyone blush.
All she did was compile a list of must-haves and must-not-haves. Why waste time creating witty one-liners when you could be out there meeting people? Or out there fucking people, something she’d done little of as her last relationship had turned sour.
Must-haves:
* A caring and compassionate nature.
* A willingness to share sexual thoughts and fantasies.
* An outgoing and adventurous spirit, ready to consensually explore dark desires together.
Must-not-haves:
* A propensity to shut down during difficult conversations.
* Boundary, consent, and listening problems.
* A desire for a caretaker under the guise of long-term commitment.
She wasn’t sure what kind of man a profile like this would attract, but this was the best idea she had come up with to finally get what she really wanted . Kinky. Dark. Dominant. Open. Caring. Independent. All the things she hadn’t had all those years with her ex, all those things she needed now.
He messaged her with a reply more blunt than her profile, inviting her out for coffee Saturday afternoon. His profile didn’t have a picture and only stated he was looking for hookups, but feeling as though she had nothing to lose, she agreed. He told her to look for the man in the brown leather jacket.
The cafe was busy, and she had to crane her neck and stand on her toes to try and catch a glimpse of the mystery man in the brown leather jacket.
‘Please let him be hot,’ she thought to herself vainly as she scanned the clothing in the cafe.
Finally she spotted him, unexpectedly different than anyone she had even been with, but arguably one of the most attractive men she’d seen in a long time.
He didn’t look up until the clacking of her heels alerted him to her arrival. His light blue eyes met hers and he flashed her a quick smile before standing to shake her hand while they exchanged hellos. Big hands. Strong shake. Only slightly taller than her.
“Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” she said smiling back at him.
“Joel” he replied, and was about to continue before the waitress came over and began to ask him if he wanted more coffee.
She took this moment to quickly take the rest of him in. Full lips, pale skin, and freckles under reddish-blonde hair swept back from his forehead. His profile had said that he was the same age as her but he looked young, cherubian almost, if it wasn’t for the weeks worth of reddish scruff across his jaw. She wondered what kinks a face like that could hide. The dichotomy made her stomach flip flop and her face hot.
“So, fantasies and dark desires…I didn’t think you would be able to find my message under the barrage of inappropriate messages and dick pics in your inbox.” He smiled cheekily as he spoke with a surprisingly deep voice, his full lips parting to show perfect teeth and an adorably sexy crooked smile. He shook his jacket off, then leaned back and put a strong arm up over the booth showing large biceps and thick forearms while he waited expectantly for a reply.
“Yes, well…” she stammered, overwhelmed by his presence and trying to find the courage to be direct. “Honestly, I just got out of a long-term relationship. I guess you could say I went through something of a sexual awakening during that time. I discovered new things about myself, well new fantasies really, and he was never willing to go to these places with me. And now that I’m single, well…”
She trailed off, unable to say what she felt. That it was time to try these things she had been thinking about for so long. That she needed it. And needed it soon. How many times had she thought about a man pinning her down? Grabbing her jaw? Using his weight to hold her against a wall? Thrusting roughly and impatiently?
She sighed and looked up to see his blue eyes staring back, as if he’d read every thought. Suddenly, he seemed closer to her, their knees touching and faces close, but she couldn’t remember him moving.
“Let me give you what you need,” he said finally.
“Because you know what I want after meeting me in a cafe for 5 minutes,” she laughed back.
“No, I know what you need. And I know because I need it too. I see it in your eyes, that same mix of shame and desire. Let us help each other. Here, in this cafe, you’re safe. There are people all around us, and you can call for help or get up and leave anytime you feel uncomfortable. So let me tell you what I want. I want to feel powerful. I want you to fight back. I want you to say no while I push my cock inside you. I want you to leave bruises on me and scratches down my back. I want to trick you into thinking you have control, so I can take it back as I pin your body underneath mine. I want to kiss you roughly, deeply. I’ll give you orders that you’ll obey, and you’ll come over and over and over again because pleasing me pleases you. If this is what you want, and I think it is, meet me at the Fairmont, room 209, tomorrow night at 9:00, the safeword will be ‘red’. If you have any questions in advance, you know how to reach me.”
He paused momentarily before adding, “Take this risk, before you explode.”
And with that he got up to leave, putting his jacket on in one swift motion, and heading to the door before she even had time to close her mouth which hung open in shock.
It had been an excruciatingly long week, during which she had been wet nearly the whole time and had masturbated to the thought of him so much that she refused to tally it up. But finally, Saturday had arrived and she’d spent the better part of the day opening and closing his nearly blank dating profile, looking for clues and answers about what she should do. She thought back to meeting him in the cafe: his full lips, his blue eyes, his strong arms, the way he knew her level of desperation and curiosity made her feel like she might explode at any time.
Moving away from her computer and toward her closet, she had finally made a decision. She took her hair down, put on a little mascara, zipped up her favourite pink wrap dress, and strapped on her high heeled cream sandals before grabbing her purse and leaving her apartment before she had the chance to change her mind.
Room 209 stood before her like a threshold; would she be the same person when she left? Was she prepared to give him what he wanted? What did she even know about Joel? She had composed emails, detailing the hotel and room number, that would go out automatically to a few friends if she didn’t delete them by morning for safety, but ‘Joel’?? Joel what? Who the hell was Joel?
Just when she thought she had decided it would be best to turn around and leave, she knocked.
Before she knew what was happening, he had her inside the room, pushing her up against the wall with his hips pushed into her, spreading her legs apart. She could already feel him swelling against her throbbing clit. He grabbed her jaw and rammed his lips onto hers, forcing his tongue inside her mouth, making her aware that this was meant to feel more like a violation than a romantic or erotic gesture. He bit her lower lip before making his way down her neck, biting and licking and kissing. She felt the warmth spread over her body and the moisture gather between her legs. She let out a moan, surprising herself with her own desire and need.
“Ya, you like that don’t you, you fucking slut,” he said as he tightened his grip on her face.
Her hand landed across his jaw and there was a momentary silence as she waited for her fate and he processed what had just happened, that she had just slapped him, hard.
“Bitch!” He swore at her, just below a yell as to not arise the suspicion of any of their neighbours.
He grabbed her upper arm and dragged toward the bed.
“Please no,” she begged, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
He threw her down on the bed, and was on top of her quickly, pinning her down with his legs and arms, and covering her mouth with his. She thrashed wildly in a sad attempt to escape from under his strong body. He stopped momentarily to look at her, and again the strange difference between his sweet face and his raw, brutal, and taboo desires made her breath catch and her pussy ache. His face was red from her slap and his cock strained against the fabric of his pants.
“You want that don’t you?” He asked when he caught her staring.
“Please,” was all she could say out loud, even though she wanted to say please give it to me, please grab me harder, please fill me up, please call me bitch again, please call me your little slut.
He knowingly smiled his crooked smile, took her wrists in one of his big hands and used the other to undo his belt. She couldn’t help but watch as he pushed his pants down just far enough, and pulled out his long, thick cock and rubbed its head along the fabric of her panties. She gasped at the pressure and the warmth hitting her slit and her clit and she arched her back and hips for more.
He laughed a cruel laugh and pulled her panties to one side, shoving two fingers inside her pussy. She yelled out at the unexpected intrusion, the pleasure and pain of it overwhelming. She closed her eyes, lost to the sensation of him moving his fingers back and forth inside her, while his thumb brushed her clit expertly.
“Fuck ya, your pussy is going to feel so good,” he whispered, almost to himself.
He let her wrists go, allowing the blood to come back to her hands, and made his way toward her pussy. He bit gently at her lips, and harder at her thighs, before his tongue finally touched her clit. She bucked at the intensity, but he held her hips still with one muscular arm. He licked and sucked and flicked, getting her wetter and wetter, harder and harder, until her pleasure reached its peak and she came undone, squeezing his face between her thighs and grabbing at his hair.
“You bitch, you think you can treat me like that? You think you can push me around? Fuck, you’re going to get it now,” he stated threateningly as he rolled her over onto her wobbly hands and knees, positioning himself between her legs, hands grasping her hips.
Giving her no time to recover from her climax, he pushed inside her from behind, filling her, making her wonder if she could handle it. It was too soon since she’d came, he was so big, it was too much. The word *red* flashed before her eyes, when suddenly there was a *thwack* across her ass. *Thwack, thwack, thwack*. She could do nothing but call out a little each time, unsure if she could take the next one. *Thwack, thwack*.
Finally he relented, pushing her head down to the bed, tangling his large hand in her hair. He thrusted hard and fast, moaning low and deep. The sting of her ass and the sound of his pleasure made her clit throb. Already, she needed that release again.
“Please,” she begged.
He let his body weight rest on her, continuing to pound her deep, as he reached around and stroked her clit.
“Come for me, bitch,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while I come in your tight pussy. Come for me my little slut.”
With those words, she yelled out as the warmth spread from her clit to the rest of her body, her pussy pulsing around his rock hard cock.
He pulled out and whipped her over onto her back, his hand frantically stroking his cock until he came, exploding with a loud moan over her tits and stomach.
Breathing heavily, he leaned down and gave her a deep kiss on the lips, briefly resting his forehead against hers before leaving the bed and heading for the bathroom.
He padded back to the bed, wiping off her stomach with a damp towel.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, his blue eyes meeting hers.
“Honestly, I don’t know right now…” she trailed off, not knowing how to answer. Truthfully, she was happy and content and plain old tired, feelings that seemed to fly in the face of what had just transpired between them.
“Well, take all the time you need here,” he said as he drew the covers around her and curled up beside her body. “And please, talk to me about anything. The last thing I want is for you to go home feeling bad about anything we did here tonight. Also, thank you. Thank you for trusting me. And thank you for giving me something to help me remember you all week long,” he laughed as he stroked his still red cheek.
She laughed sleepily and said, “Thank you too. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that. For you.”
She heard him reply, but couldn’t make out the words. Lulled by the sex and warmth of the bed she faded into darkness, the knowledge of his presence, his body, comforting her into oblivion.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/eglkll/the_one_in_the_brown_leather_jacket_mf_cnc_ds
Wow! Love this! Hope there’s more!!
So well written! Need more like this please ?