Against the Wall [FM]

For a long time, I didn’t have much success with men.

Some of that was my fault. I’m a driven, career-oriented woman. That’s intimidating enough to a lot of guys. And I can be a bit of an ass about how smart I think I am, how hard I work, and where I think my career will take me.

But it’s also true that very few of the guys I hooked up with had any idea how to please me. I always wanted someone who would be able to tap in to the part of me that wanted to be told what to do. There’s a sexy way to do that, and an unsexy way. And through college and law school seemingly every man I met chose the latter – pounding me without any regard for what I wanted, asking me to suck their cock and then sitting silently while I worked, having no idea where to find my clit…

By the time I was 27, fresh out of law school and working eighty-hour weeks at a firm in New York, I’d almost given up on finding any real pleasure from dating or sex. Time spent on Hinge or the League seemed like a waste of time I could be billing my clients. Every now and then someone would pique my interest, but he invariably turned out to be a dud.

That is, until one day in early December, when I saw I had matched with Calvin. His pictures suggested that he was tall and broad-shouldered, with an easy smile and an appropriate amount of social life. His profile was witty by online-dating standards: complete sentences completely lacking in emojis. He would do, I thought.

We chatted a bit – nothing complicated, just enough to suss out whether he gave off axe-murder vibes – before deciding to meet for drinks late Friday night. I settled on my favorite smart casual outfit for the cocktail bar he chose in the village: a skintight black bodysuit under a pair of dark, high-waisted jeans. I loved the way the tight fabric enhanced my curves, gently pushing my breasts together to emphasize my cleavage. I double-checked my red lip in the office mirror, appreciating how my dirty blonde hair flowed down just past my exposed collarbone. I silently prayed to the email gods that I wouldn’t be summoned back downtown to work if this date went well – or that I would if the date went poorly.

Calvin waited by the bar. He was just as handsome as in his pictures, at least half a head taller than my 5’8” frame. I hoped the illusion wouldn’t be shattered when he opened his mouth.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Madison,” he said in a deep voice, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Conversation flowed easily between us. He seemed interested in what I had to say, not intimidated or insecure as I no doubt ranted about the problems of my stressful job. Even though he too lived a hectic New York life, something about him – maybe what I later learned was California cool – made him more comfortable in his own skin than anyone I’d dated before.

It was undeniably attractive. As was the way his fingers kept grazing over my thigh casually as we talked. As was the way his deep brown eyes occasionally met mine.

I ended a long complaint about one of the senior partners in my office with a loud flourish. “I just can’t fucking stand when men tell me what to do, you know?”

At that, he looked at me, half a smile lingering on his face.

“Are you sure about that?”

Fifteen minutes later, we were back in his apartment, my lips on his, my hands on his muscular chest. I could feel something hard growing in his slacks and excitement stirring in my pussy.

I quickly excused myself to the bathroom, needing to collect myself. What did I want out of tonight? I wanted to see whether Calvin would follow through on what he said at the bar, or whether it was yet more puffery from another selfish man.

Feeling brave, I slipped out of my jeans, now down to just my bodysuit. I hoped he would get the idea.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Calvin sipping a glass of water. He looked me up and down as I strutted his way. “Wow…” he said, a little dazedly.

“Cat got your tongue?” I teased, spinning to face the front door, flaunting my ass. “You know, I can go if your brain isn’t working –“

Just then I felt a hand in my hair, firm but not violent.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, pulling me back in for another long kiss. This one was more forceful, like he was taking what was his.

“Put your ass against the wall.”

It was a command, an order, not an invitation. Normally such talk would have infuriated me. Instead, my mind started to go foggy with arousal and I did as I was told. I felt my cheeks touch the cold apartment wall as I took my position, like a criminal waiting for her mug shot.

He stood about a yard away. We both breathed heavily, contemplating the next move.

“You’re going to do what you’re told tonight, aren’t you?”

I met his stare and raised an eyebrow.

“Only if you make me.”

He smirked. In a flash his body was against mine, pinning me against the wall as our lips met. As we made out, he grabbed both of my hands and pulled them up over my head, using one of his hands to hold me in place. I couldn’t believe how small my hands felt in his. “Fuck…” I murmured as his other hand started to run up and down my body, feeling my hard nipples through the straining fabric of my bodysuit. His hand went lower and lower…

“You’re soaking through your suit,” he said with a playful tone. All I could manage back was a small moan. “Do you want me to touch your pussy?” Another moan, this one sounding like “uh-huh.” I had never needed anything more.

“Good girl,” he cooed, using one finger to undo the buttons of my suit. He pulled the black fabric up over my head, pinning it in place at the same point where he held my hands. I was now completely naked, and he completely clothed. My legs wobbled a bit from desire and frustration.

“Please…” I started to beg. “Please what?” “Please… please touch my pussy…”

“If I do, you’re mine for the rest of the night,” he said sternly. “I’m going to fuck you as much as I want, however I want, and you’ll do as you’re told.” I saw a gleam in his eye, like he knew he’d won our little game – and like he knew I wanted him to win. “Do you agree, slut?”

I moaned again, barely intelligible. “Fuck, yes, please, I’m yours…”
At that, his finger found my clit. It felt like mere seconds before the first wave of orgasm crashed over me. I rocked back and forth, still pinned to the wall by his powerful arms. “Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck yes please fuck oh fuck…”

As I caught my breath, he put his hand under my chin and pushed me in position for another kiss.

“This is going to be a fun night, Madison.”

And with that, my bad luck with men came to an end.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qr1usj/against_the_wall_fm