Jane
We snuggle on Brent’s California King and flick through the shows in our queue. It’s so strange to me to think of it as our queue, but I do. Over half the shows in it are the ones I put into his account. Half of the time, we scroll until our eyes go blurry and we fall asleep. But the other half of the time, we end up having sexy times and it’s off to the races.
Tonight however, I need to tell him something and either of those outcomes would hinder my goal.
Brent has no idea. He pats me fondly on the behind and asks, “Do you want a movie or a tv show?”
“Movie, I think.”
He gets a naughty look on his face and asks, “Ever seen The Secretary? It’s a little risqué, but you’re old enough.”
I laugh.
“I’m twenty-five, Brent. I’ve had free online porn available ever since I can remember.”
He laughs. “No, not like that. This is a real movie with a plot and everything. I don’t know if it’s on Netflix, oh wait, there it is. It’s a character study of a couple with edgy, salacious parts. Up for it?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know. A title like The Secretary makes me think of my job.”
He chuckles.
“I promise it will not remind you of your job at all.”
I sigh. “Alright. I trust you.”
He flicks it on, and it’s good actually. The movie’s about a woman with a variety of issues using BDSM to help her heal from those problems. When her boss has her bent over his desk and spanks her, I shudder in delight.
Brent’s fingers interlock with my own, as he stares at the screen. He’s hard, and I can see the enormous bulge through his trousers. He stares into my eyes, and I swallow hard before asking, “Would you ever want to try something like that with me?”
He shoots me a fiery glance.
“Why? We haven’t been back to the Cube since we got together,” he says slowly. “Do you miss it?”
I take a minute before nodding.
“Sometimes. But it’s not the physical location or even the people that I miss.”
He cocks his head.
“Is this movie depicting some of what you miss there?” his voice is husky and full of naughty intent. “You like to do things…like that?”
I blush and bite my lip.
“Sometimes. Yes. You?”
He watches the movie a little more, his hazel eyes looking straight ahead. Then he turns to me.
“Yes, but not much. I think watching is more my thing.”
I smile. “That can be very wicked, you know.”
He grins lasciviously.
“There’s something wicked I want to try with you.”
“Yes?”
He leans so his lips are against my ear and admits, “I want to try anal.” Then, he throws me a wink.
The thought of his giant cock back there is absolutely enticing, and actually, I want it too. I know it’ll hurt, but I’m game. There’s just one catch.
“I’ll let you try it, but you have to give me something in return.”
“Anything,” his eyes became animalistic upon hearing permission.
“You have to tie me up first.”
A black eyebrow quirks at me.
“Zip ties, handcuffs, shackles, neck ties, or rope? Pick your poison.”
I laugh. “What?!”
He shrugs with a naughty glint in his eye.
“The Cube recommends being prepared for any sort of play, so I put together a box full of toys per their FAQ.”
My eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me? Please don’t tease me about this.”
He shakes his head.
“It’s under the bed right now. I’ve been dying to whip it out.”
“Oh, you’re in trouble now, Mister. Safe word?”
“Pineapple. Yours?”
“I use the stoplight system.”
He frowns. “The what?”
“When I say red, you stop. Green is for go. And yellow means it might be too much soon, so be ready to stop.”
“Okay, but does that mean that I have the green light to fuck your ass?” he asks in a caressing voice.
My heart races and my body flexes in new places when I say, “You do.”
A devious smile lights his eyes and a harsh flush descends on his high cheekbones. “I’ll get my box of tricks. But first, there is something else I’d like from you too, sweetheart.”
I shoot him a coy look.
“Aren’t you getting a lot of me tonight already?”
He laughs and says, “At the best restaurants in the world, chefs understand the importance of setting the table.” Brent gets up from the bed and saunters to his dresser, still speaking. “They make sure the lighting is perfect, the tables are set just so, and that the beverages pair perfectly with each course because every part of a meal can make or break the experience.” He turns around and in his hands are a collection of lace, vinyl, and leather items. “In order to maximize our enjoyment of what I am sure will be a spectacular meal, I want you to set the table.”
I’m confused. “What are you talking about?”
He drops the bundles onto the bed and I gasp because it’s an enormous assortment of exquisite pieces of lingerie, all in my size. “I intend to dine on the finest parts of you tonight, Jane. Select your table setting.”
My lips part in a gasp and every part of me throbs in anticipation of his meal. “Yes, sir.” He waits as I finger through the collection. I settle on a black latex catsuit that’s assless where it counts and bright red lacing up the corset-style back. “This one, sir.”
He nods approvingly, and hands me a pair of black vinyl spike heels to pair with it.
“Go to the bathroom and put this on.”
I follow his order and head in, my knees shaking. My mouth is dry from anticipation of our role play, but I manage to squeeze the snug garment over my ample body. I see myself in the mirror and smile. The girl before me is saucy, confident, and practically busting out of the outfit. Brent’s going to love it. However, I can’t lace the back myself so I come out of the bathroom with a sway to my step.
“Sir, I could use a hand. Could you lace me up, please?”
“Certainly, my pet.”
This is the first time he calls me his “pet,” and even though it’s a bit derogatory, my libido begs him to do it again. While I was changing, Brent’s been setting the stage. He worked fast because now, the room is completely different. The sheets are black, candles flicker along the dresser, and quiet music I don’t recognize is on. The biggest change, though, is Brent because he’s shirtless, showing off that toned, bronzed chest. He’s also got on black vinyl pants which hug his package and a devious smirk. I can feel the heat from his gaze on every inch of my skin.
“You have certainly set the table, pet,” he growls, his eyes ravishing me.
My pussy flexes when he calls me that. My voice is quiet when I say, “Thank you, sir.”
“What is it that you need help with?”
I turn around and he comes closer to me. “I can’t manage the lacing myself.”
“I’ll help you then.” His warm breath falls on my bare skin as he comes near. His fingertips brush over my creamy back while methodically weaving the red lacing into place. My goosebumps have goosebumps, it’s so sensuous. Each touch is half tickle and half promise of things to come. He works all the way down my back to the belt of the catsuit. Below there, my exposed ass anticipates the feel of his skin on mine. I swallow hard and hope for a caress, but I am left to stew in my longing. He chuckles and murmurs, knowing exactly how I feel.
“There. You’re all set. Let me look at you.”
I turn around in a circle and smile at him.
“What do you think, sir?”
“This will do nicely. Very nicely, indeed.” He touches my waist, and then his fingers draw upward between my breasts to gradually reach my throat. Brent’s finger rests under my chin and as my shivers become too much to bear, he lifts my chin up and kisses me. I groan into his lips while his tongue beguiles my own. My hands search for his cock in his pants, but he pulls away. “No, sweet pet. While I appreciate your enthusiasm, your hands are mine tonight. Understand?”
“I want to make them yours by touching you, sir.”
He laughs.
“No. They are mine, which means I will tell you what to do with them. Do you understand now?”
I nod hesitantly. Giving him control arouses me to my core. This is a deeper level of play than I’m familiar with because at the Cube, I never did anything dangerous with strangers. But here, I’m with Brent and I feel safe. I’ll do anything for him. “I understand, sir.”
“Good. Turn around, and put your hands on the bed.”
I swallow and do as he says. He rubs a big exposed cheek fondly, and then squeezes it hard with his fingers. I squeal. Then, he spanks me, just once and not at all hard. But my lungs can’t expand fast enough, and I’m dizzy already.
“Is that what you want, my pet?”
Emotions flow through my veins like blood and the words leap from my mouth. “Yes, sir.”
Another spank, and then another. My hips rock in yearning for each smack and I’m sure the cheeks are red and flushed, jiggling from his touch. Then he growls and presses his vinyl-cloaked hard-on against my ass. Oh my god, he’s so huge! Bigger than I’ve ever felt before, and this time, it’s going in my backdoor. Will I be able to handle it?
Sensing my trepidation, Brent growls in my ear, his lips grazing my.
“Bend over, Janie,” he rasps harshly. “It’s time.”