I know [M/f] [BDSM]

*this is in response to a dual challenge. It is my first posted work anywhere, and is dedicated to the person who knows why. Comments and criticism welcome*

I Know

Vanessa Hill was a woman of habits. She knew when she was supposed to be awake. What time she could leave if she rode her bike to the train station. What colors looked best on her in all seasons. There was little room for variance or error. It’s not that she was picky, she thought as she pinned her hair up in the tight bun that kept her looking professional and proper.
Things just had an optimized way to be done and Vanessa worked tirelessly to find them. Every day scheduled, every moment planned. Her friends would joke that she could take her routes to work blindfolded because she had counted how many steps from her stop to the building her office was in. Vanessa Hill liked order.

There was one place where Vanessa allowed her mind a little bit of escapism. She had a penchant for reading romance novels on the way to and from work to clear her mind. Well romance was a bit of a stretch, they were erotica she had convinced herself. Because Vanessa Hill would certainly not be reading steamy pornography of men tying women down and blindfolding them as they explored the womens bodies. Especially not in a public place like the train. That would be….unseemly.

The order in Vanessa’s world was tipped when she started to note who rode the train for the exact same amount of stops as she did. It wasn’t gawking, she reasoned. It would give her visual cues in case she ever chose the wrong train by accident, as if that were something in the realm of possibility. There was Mrs. Jenkins she knew for sure on the way in. She was the retiree who lived in 3a that loved to visit the museum of art daily and volunteered as a docent. Also on the way in a young mother of three, took her children with her exactly halfway to midtown. She didn’t mind the children. They were exceedingly well behaved for ones so young.

Last there was him, dark blazer, jeans, blue or white shirt depending on the season, briefcase, well groomed beard, and a phenomenal ass, if Vanessa were the sort to notice those kind of things,which of course she wasn’t. He rode both ways, always stood if there were too many people, and worked at the same building she did. He was always immaculately groomed and always there two minutes before she was. She knew because she had come five minutes early once only to see him walking up the stairs to their train station.

He had never talked to her for two years, nor she him until one crisp fall day when they were standing behind Mrs Jenkins waiting for the red line to show. Vanessa had started her reading early on her tablet and was deeply engrossed in the silken sheets and blindfolds of her escape when she heard two words in a deep rich baritone. He had leaned over her shoulder and said just two words. “I know” Vanessa looked back at him in shock and surprise as he hardened back to his stoic stance. No evidence or askance of continuation. She simply looked at him. His steely blue eyes catching hers in the chill of an autumn morning before they went their separate ways on the train. It was electric and terrifying at the same time

No more words were exchanged on the whole way in. He didn’t look her way. He didn’t flinch. Not even the slightest hint that anything had been said. “I know” she thought, what did he mean? What could he possibly know? She felt so on edge on the way in she hadn’t read a word. Her mind was a jumbled mess of questions and theories and definitely not the ordered habit driven mind of Vanessa Hill. She would have missed her stop if Mrs. Jenkins didn’t speak up “Isn’t this you too dearie?” Vanessa was most certainly thrown off.

Her workday went much the same. She forgot to add cream to her coffee. She was two minutes late returning an email. Everything seemed to be out of step. She had to know what on Earth he meant. She made up her mind halfway through daydreaming in her 330 meeting. She would just confront him on the way home. She would march up, look him right in those gorgeous blue eyes and say….what? She had no idea really. All the same she had made a plan to confront him. On the train so there would be no escaping her million and one questions. He certainly owed her that. So when she got on the train and looked for his blazer… He wasn’t there. She looked around the car at each station on the way home. After 12 stops she had given up and resigned herself to a night of frustrated questions,.

With only five stops left she looked down to her tablet and figured maybe reading would clear her head. The count had tied the scullery maid to the bed and was just about to put his lips on her…”I know what you need” The breath was on her neck hot and heavy. It made her body respond in an unfamiliar way. Her nipples hardened, and she was most definitely wet. He must have gotten on the last stop. She felt him standing behind her and then all of the sudden he was next to her. Without so much as an introduction he placed his hand on her thigh. His fingers gripped firmly and slid tantalizingly upwards “I know what you need kitten.” Before she could even correct him for calling her kitten her breath caught as he cupped her mound there on the train for anyone to see. Why was this so exciting to her?

“You ride this train back and forth every day. Prim and proper. Blonde hair perfectly coiffed in a bun. Never a variance. Always the same route, the same times, the same patterns. It’s a Thursday in the fall so of course its a red turtleneck you wear it completely unaware how utterly breathtaking your body looks in it.” His words washed over her as his hand danced between her thighs. Causing her to moan unconsciously before looking out in terror.

“Three stops left. There’s no one here. I’m going to give you a proposition. And you are going to accept it or I walk away after making you cum like a slut in public” His voice penetrated to her core. “You need to be fucked. Quite simply and obviously I’m afraid. You’ve made all these routines and patterns and forgotten to take care of this delectable little pussy. Now you can go home with me tonight. I will cut that turtleneck off of you and have my way with you exactly as I want or.” His hand moved faster and added more pressure to her clit sliding hypnotically over her pussy. Up and down with just the right tension. “You say no. Cum all over my hand and spend the rest of your life wondering would it have been worth it. Two stops left Kitten”

The pace and pressure of his hand was getting to be too much. Vanessa squirmed and tried to deny it. But this handsome stranger had completely read her like a book and dialed in to her weaknesses. She hated him for it, wanted to turn and scream and hit him, but as she opened her mouth he pressed in on her leggings and “Fuuuck!” The words left her lips before she had time to hold them back. Her hand was thrusting at his like the student failing her class in the last story she read. Spreading her legs and surrendering her body to her teacher. Like that brazen barmaid that the barbarian carried off to bed. She was cumming all over his hand in a public place. “Take me home!” He knew what she needed.

The next two stops were spent in complete silence. He hadn’t moved his hand and was now just softly massaging her mons sending delicious aftershocks through her. When their stop arrived he took her hand and guided her off of the train. The late October sun was just starting to dip on the horizon as he pulled her along down the stairs until they were walking the street together and he slowed so she was at his side. His fingers had interwoven with hers at some point. She had lost track of so much today. Two streets up she would take a left to go home. Her mind raced with the possibility. It was a Friday, she could open a nice Merlot and forget this whole thing ever happened. But her body was screaming against the idea. Dating had never been easy for Vanessa. As a smart, confident and organized woman she had never mastered the art of flirting, and anyone that tried with her was usually so tedious she would shoo them off before the second drink.

That being said this Friday found her hand in hand with a total stranger who had just made her climax on the uptown Train red line without so much as asking her name. They passed an alleyway and he turned into her, pinning her against the wall. His lips found hers frozen in surprise but melted them with the intensity of a summer thunderstorm, crashing and flickering in the heat. She felt his tongue slide past her lips and she heard herself moaning, MOANING for gods sake, and running her fingers through his hair. He kissed his way down her jawline to her neck and finally drew her earlobe into his warm wet mouth.

His voice was in her ear again “I can almost hear you overthinking, weighing out the options even though your body is fully committed. Stop Fucking thinking Kitten, Let go. Let me take control for tonight. Give in to your needs instead of your logic.” His hand drew across her stomach and firmly massaged her breast finding her nipples already hard from sheer excitement. “Tonight you may call me Sir. We’re almost to my place but…” He leaned back looking in her eyes. “I had to know how your lips tasted.”

He took his thumb and slowly traced the outline of her lips. She found herself gently licking and sucking it in her mouth. She was overwhelmed with yearning. His touch felt so intoxicating on her body, even moreso where he could reach her skin. He stood there holding her gaze as she licked and sucked on his thumb feeling confident in her sexuality for the first time in a long time. She felt like a goddess. He was the dark hero who had won her affection for the evening. Using some clever ploy or magic words or those lips, “Fuck me” she thought “those magical wicked lips” He was talking again but she had been concentrating on his thumb and those eyes.

“You can stop at any time, say the word nightingale and this all goes away, no questions asked. I’ll walk you home and you’ll go back to ignoring me on the train. But if you stay, you obey sir, or there are consequences, as I explained. Do you agree?” He paused pulling his thumb from her mouth and holding her eyes on him.

Her mind was spinning, she had missed consequences. She looked around wildly as she studied his frame. His broad shouldered frame. She had never noticed how well put together Sir was. “He!” she thought “He HIm, not sir” and then his hands were on her breasts again. Slowly rolling his thumb outward and dragging across her flesh. It was maddening. “Yes Sir” She half moaned half sighed dreamily.

“Good girl Kitten” he leaned in and kissed her neck drawing yet another sound coming from her that she did not expect a mewling sigh, coquettish and needy. He pulled her back onto the sidewalk in the flow of foot traffic of people heading out for a late dinner. He led her weaving hypnotically through the crowd. His frame left an easy place for her to feel safe in as they wandered until they came to the steps of a simple brownstone. He punched in the code for the door and entered taking the stairs to the left. The stairs led to a single door that he opened and drew her in.

“A nice apartment” she thought if a bit spartan. The open floor plan was dominated by a black baby grand piano sitting just off of the fireplace. He took her coat with his hung it carefully in the entry closet. Before taking her hand again and walking to another door rich and red dark mahogany.. She thought it must be the bedroom as her heart lept into her throat. It had been almost 8 months since she’d been with anyone and that was an unmitigated disaster. He showed up late, was a sloppy kisser and pawed at her like a bear at salmon.

The door opened to something she would never have expected or experienced. Various striking implements lined a rack against the wall with several ring hooks and what looked like manacles. There was a set of stocks, like in small towns in old Europe. An elaborate bench of some sort with padded shelves at different levels, and the largest Victorian Canopy bed she had ever seen complete with curtains and gauzy sheets that hung down on all sides. He walked to the wall where there were also several sharp knives, or at least they looked sharp before she looked away wanting no part of them. Taking up a longer one with a curve to it’s edge he felt it’s sharpness and walked over to her.

“The first thing you will learn about me is I never lie” Vanessas heart lept as he moved the blade towards her waist tip first, and very slowly before hooking the tip under her turtleneck and cutting it all the way through the top never letting anything other than the cold dull spine touch her skin. She dearly wished she had worn something other than a sensible bra today or at least a matching panty set.

He peeled the torn garment off of her body and traced a finger down her arm. He stood behind her knife still in hand and he pulled out the pins holding her bun up one by one. Her ash blonde hair fell over her shoulders curled from having been put up wet. His hand slid over her shoulder and up the nape of her neck entangling his fingers in her hair. She felt the safe word at the tip of her tongue as he pulled her head to the side exposing her neck., but then his lips found her exposed artery and he nipped at it playfully.

He reached both hands around her waist, finding the button of her pants. Sliding his thumbs underneath he undid them pulling the zipper apart, and sliding them down over her hips. She stood there shivering in anticipation, on display for his hungry stares and burning kisses. He glided around her with a dancers grace and purpose. The blade suddenly back in his hand.
He walked over to the wall and placed it back. Opening a drawer in the end table near the giant bed she saw him pull something out, it glittered and sparkled in the low lights coming from the recessed lighting in the walls.

He strode confidently back over to her, and pulled out of his pocket a collar. It was white with rhinestones and some writing on it, Vanessa was struggling to make it out, but clearly there was something written in script across the collar.”Put it on Kitten” He tossed it to her nonchalantly as watched her movements. Looking down at the white leather collar, she saw it’s writing clearly now, Kitten, he didn’t even know her name. She wanted to fight to yell to scream at him for his insensitive objectification. She thought about that long and hard as she fastened the collar around her neck.

He moved to take her in his arms, and she melted at his touch. His demeanor was so disarming, not a braggadocious swagger of a frat boy or sales rep. No he exuded confidence, silent power, and composure. His lips met hers again and she kissed him hungrily. Her body so unknowingly touch starved that she had to have it. He moved her body backwards as if conducting an erotic tango. His hand in the small of her back, legs guiding hers as they pressed against something padded in the middle of her back. His lips went to her neck as he drew her arms upward completely pliable and at his whim.

“Sir…” she breathlessly exclaimed as he bit her left earlobe and worked his way down.her body. He extended her arm and she felt something wrap around her right wrist. Padded but tight and …Stuck. She started to struggle a bit but then his lips were on her neck again and everything was so fucking hot. She didn’t even feel the second one get locked into place.

He pulled back and looked in her eyes. “Stop thinking Kitten. Feel. Be.” His hand reached the front of her bra and unclasped it exposing her to his glances. “Let me do all your thinking tonight. No where to be. No where to go. No way to get there even if you wanted to. Just me. And your surrender.” His lips had made their way down to her hardened nipples, swirling his tongue around them he caused her spine to arch and a deep needy moan escaped from her core.

He moved between her breasts and kissed his way down her stomach, taking a moment to gently kiss the outline of her navel. Reaching the swell of her hips as his hands reached around and grabbed her ass. Massaging and kneading it at his whim. She felt his fingers slide into the waist of her panties dragging them downward so his lips could find their way further between her legs kissing along the juncture of her torso and her thigh. She was completely exposed to him as he let them fall to the floor chased by his fingers down her calves.

He looked to her womanhood a neatly kept patch of blonde adorning her mons. He breathed warm air on her skin, temptingly close to her folds, lips almost tasting her excitement. His hands spread her thighs open as he kissed her perfectly kept pussy. Sliding his tongue between her lips sucking them in his mouth in turn, then together. His tongue rose to find her clit and pushed back the hood with the tip. Letting his fingers excite her as the caressed the blood into the area.

His hands dragged down one thing and secured her to the wall by the ankle. She moaned wickedly as he did the same with the other. He slid his hands back up the inside of her legs as his tongue flittered and tasted her pussy. Vanessa was on fire with need. No one had ever treated her like this. She felt so free so alive.

The draw of his fingers inside her pussy left her moaning for him “Sir Please! Oh god Please!!!” He pressed deeper finding her pleasure spot and making the same loud moans that she swore she would only do behind closed door and here she was moaning like a common slut. His slut. Where had THAT thought come from.? She could feel her release building within so close now that her thighs were starting to quiver. She was ready to scream fealty to him as a conquering lord. Anything tha twould keep that fucking tongue moving in her pussy.

And then it stopped. She was so close and it just all stopped. No more kissing, no touching, no movement. Just him and her wild eyed stare as he smiled knowingly at her. She watched him as he walked back over to the wall. Selecting a riding crop and something small she couldn’t make out.

“So Kitten. Do you like my playroom? Is it…Exciting you?” he traced his fingers through her wetness and brought them back to his mouth and tasting her. “Don’t answer. I already know.” Dragging the soft leather square of the riding crop around her breast, across her stomach. Softly striking her inner thigh with a dull thwap. “The question is, do you? Are you ready to admit you need to let go? To give in and ride the wave of pleasure that your body clearly craves? Do you submit Kitten?”

Vanessa let the words roll over her body as he traced her skin with the crop, exciting her nipples to an almost painful hardness before teasingly striking them. The impact of the leather square sending shockwaves through her body and drawing subconscious moans and twitches of her hips. She felt the pressure sliding down her inner thigh, caressing her calf. She was powerless to stop him yet here he was giving her all of the power to submit. She believed him when he said he would let her go. But none of that mattered, because there were only three words that she needed to say “I submit, Sir”

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To be continued….?

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