LETTING GO

 

 

Scarlett paced her bedroom. Her nerves were heightened as she tried to imagine what this evening would be like. She’d never been wild and had always been a by-the-book kind of girl.

 

It had been a long time since she’d been out on a date, and she didn’t even want to think about when she’d had sex last. That had been even longer, because most of those men she had dated, were dicks. She craved much more than just a romp in the sheets, but a connection with a man on a deeper level. A way she hadn’t yet been able to figure out quite herself. When she was with a man, she’d always given herself to him fully, but had yet to find the right guy who knew what to do with what she offered. She needed someone who could take control of her pleasure.

 

Sometimes she wondered if there was something wrong with her desires and she tried to push them away, but lately it was getting harder and harder to do just that.

 

Turning toward her best friend since grade school, Angela, as she dug through her make-up bag, Scarlett said, “I don’t think I want that many people having my phone number. Maybe we should do something else this evening.”

 

“It’ll be fun.” Angela rolled the lash curler over her lashes.

 

Scarlett wasn’t sure she’d call this ‘fun’, but made a mental note that after tonight she’d call her cell phone service provider and have her number changed. There was no telling how many weirdos would be at this function she was being dragged to. She’d wanted to get a prepaid before going, but Angela insisted she was being a nutcase.

 

Trying to calm her nerves, she went into the bathroom to check her own hair and make-up, wanting it perfect. She felt as though she was going to be on display tonight for all kinds of men. Her legs wobbled and she didn’t even have heels on yet. She’d been on one blind date in college and that had been a disaster. Tonight wasn’t going to be any different, but she had promised to keep an open mind. She went into her bedroom to see what Angela had picked out for her to wear. For this one evening, she was in her best friend’s hands. Her friend was so sure she would find the man of her dreams. Scarlett, however, was doubtful, but she had also promised herself to finally let loose and not be so uptight. So why not give a room full of strangers her phone number to text her whenever they pleased.

 

On the bed, Scarlett found a tiny red garment. Picking it up, she stared at the thing with disbelief. This was what she was to wear? The dress, if it could be called one, would hardly cover her ass.

 

“Angela, you can’t be serious.” She dropped it back on the bed.

 

Angela came toward her. “Why?”

 

“I’m no size two. There’s no way I can wear this.”

 

Angela picked the dress up, held it out, then handed it back. “It’ll fit perfect. Now get your booty dressed. We don’t want to be late.”

 

“I’m not wearing this,” Scarlett argued.

 

Angela ignored her as she glanced through the shoes before settling on a pair of black stilettos with a hundred different straps and shoved them into Scarlett’s arms as well. “Yes, you are and you’re wearing these shoes.”

 

There was no point in fighting this anymore because there was no way she was winning with her bossy friend. She’d put on this ridiculous outfit and would show her friend just how horrible it would look on her. Only problem was, once it was on, Scarlett couldn’t take her eyes off her image in the mirror. It was as though this dress was made for her. No one else. It fit like a glove and it accentuated her curves in all the right places. She looked…hot. No, she looked sexy. A self-confidence she hadn’t expected overtook her. Oh yes, she was ready for whatever this event had in store for her.

 

****

 

Angela parked the car in front of the massive hotel forty-five minutes later. Apparently whoever had put this shindig together had rented out the entire hotel for the evening. There was no charge for a room in the event you found someone you just couldn’t resist. She couldn’t wrap her head around the idea she’d find someone tonight to have sex with on a whim.

 

As Scarlett walked through the brightly lit glass doorway, she wondered if she should run back to the car and hightail it out of there. This was absolutely crazy. It was as though Angela sensed her hesitation, because she took her by the elbow, lightly rubbed, and pulled her along to the sign-up.

 

“Welcome,” a stunning red headed woman greeted them. “Please look over the rules then come over here and I’ll help sign you up.”

 

Scarlett looked at the poster board and read.

 

Welcome to the first Text Me Date Night.

We’ve tried to make tonight as safe and enjoyable as possible. Please take a moment to look over the simple rules.

-Every person is assigned their ID that is associated with their phone number.

-You will display your ID with a sticker on your back.

-If you find someone you are interested in, you will check the board for their ID and find their number.

-Always identify yourself with your ID.

-All communication is through texting. No talking allowed.

-If you find someone you’d like to get to know better, stop by the welcome desk to get a room card and leave your ID number so we know who is where and with whom.

-Safety is our top priority!

-Most of all, let loose and have fun.

 

The rules were simple and seemed like this event was well thought out. Everyone had their own personal identification code which seemed as though it would help keep them safe. What the hell. I might as well give it a go.

 

“Ready?” Angela asked.

 

“I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.” Scarlett tossed her blonde locks behind her shoulders and strutted back to the table to get her ID.

 

At the sign-up table, the woman looked thrilled to see them. She handed them each a clipboard with a few simple questions to fill out. As Scarlett wrote her phone number down, she wondered if the room was filled with a bunch of psychos. Or perhaps luck would be on her side and she’d meet the man of her dreams tonight and years down the road they’d laugh about the way they’d met. A unique story to tell at future dinner parties. After she completed the form, she handed it back to the woman then the redhead placed a big sticker on her back which identified her to her phone number.

 

“Good luck, ladies. And my best advice is, let the men text you.”

 

“Thanks,” Scarlett said as she waited on Angela.

 

****

 

Scarlett was breathtaking. His gaze was glued to her as he hid in a corner, waiting on her arrival so he could catch a glimpse of her.

 

The red dress hugged her figure, sending his lower half on awake mode. It was out of her element. She was always a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. Never in his wildest fantasies had he imagined her showing up here tonight in something so revealing. A part of him wanted to grab hold of her now before any other man saw her, staking his claim.

 

The dress hardly covered her ass, stopping just under her cheeks, letting him see her toned thighs she worked hard on at the gym. He watched her as she read over the rules on the sign. Her blonde locks flowed over her shoulders. She looked around, he could see in her eyes how nervous she was, as she tugged at the hem of the dress.

 

Later he’d be yanking that hem up around her waist or better, removing the dress completely. All he had to do was convince her to come to his room this evening. Of course, it helped that any man he thought might be interested in her and she might consider, he’d paid off. The only men that would attempt to talk to her would be the ones who would never appeal to her. The desperate men. As long as his plan went accordingly, she’d mingle for a little while and then she’d be all his.

 

Scarlett and her friend Angela finished up with the paperwork and entered the ballroom. It wouldn’t take long at all for Angela to find a man to hook up with for the evening. She wasn’t picky. She had standards but was less guarded with her heart than Scarlett was. But his Scarlett had been hurt a few times as she tried to find her way through life and the things she wanted. It was him who was what she desired, only she didn’t know it yet.

 

He left his hiding spot and went down the hallway past the ballroom to his room that he’d booked for them. He couldn’t help but grin as he pictured her in the elaborately decorated room, taking in the whole event. By now she was probably trying to talk herself into staying. He just had to hope that she did stick around because soon he’d be putting his plan into motion.

 

As he entered the hotel room, he glanced around, making sure everything was where it needed to be for their night together. It needed to be perfect because Scarlett was going to be putting a lot of trust in him and her feeling safe was a top concern of his. If things went his way, then tonight would be the start of both of their futures—together.

 

He thought back to the last time they spoke. It had been a few weeks, but she’d thrown him a curveball when she’d confided in him the kind of relationship she was looking for. The girl he dreamt about, wishing that she’d fall for a man like him, finally said words he’d only fantasized about. She wanted the things he could offer. A lifestyle not many people understood. Hell, he hardly did himself.

 

He liked control. To be the one in charge, but had one strict rule women had a hard time understanding. He disliked being touched unless he asked for it. Most women thought he was just kinky when he wanted to handcuff them, but it was for more than just some kink. It was a deep need to be in complete control of her pleasure as well as his. A woman’s touch took away his control.

 

He’d been lonely for years, spending a majority of his time on his career. Which had paid off. He wasn’t a millionaire, but he was well off and could provide a comfortable life for him and Scarlett—if she’d have him.

 

The need to have her was strong and he didn’t know how much longer he could leave her alone as she wandered around that ball room full of men who would want her. Too bad not a single one of them knew what to do with a woman like her.

 

He took a deep breath, trying to get control. Scarlett was the first woman who made him almost lose control of himself when she was around. It was something he’d never experienced before but he liked it. It sent a rush of thrill through him.

 

He was doing his best to not text her yet. Let her mingle or whatever. But his patience wore thin and he needed to make a connection with her. Send her the first of his many—hopefully—intriguing messages. A text she’d probably ignore at her, but he’d wear her down, if he knew his Scarlett. And before long, she’d be entering this very hotel room to be with him.

 

He pulled his phone from his back pocket and composed his first message.

 

You look like you could use a spanking. E098

 

****

 

Scarlett and Angela went toward the ballroom where the event was being hosted. The doors were wide open, making it inviting. Before they entered, where they would no longer be able to talk, Scarlett stopped and took a deep breath. “Hopefully this is fun. Should we have a special text word like we do at clubs in case one of us needs help?”

 

“Great idea, yes. How about our usual word, pickle?”

 

“Okay.” That would be easy to remember. “Don’t leave me right away, please.”

 

“I won’t. It isn’t like I’m going to go get it on with the first man that texts me.” Angela laughed.

 

Scarlett wasn’t so sure about that. Not that she was calling her friend a slut, but she was definitely a little more free spirited then Scarlett was.

 

Angela squeezed her shoulder. “You look beautiful this evening, now let’s go experience this crazy text dating. If we don’t go now, I might run.”

 

Her friend laughed. “Let’s go.”

 

Walking through the double doors, they entered a dimly lit room. It wasn’t too crowded and the ratio of men to women was about even. She glanced at her friend and saw she was already scoping out the men. Scarlett however was checking out the entire room for emergency exits. On the wall to her right were two posters. One titled Women and the other Men. This was where you found an ID and phone number next to it. No names were listed—which kept this night full of mystery. She didn’t have to share her real name with anyone if she didn’t want to. Just that thought alone excited her. Tonight she could be whoever she wanted.

 

In a corner to her left, a refreshment table sat with glasses of what she assumed to be champagne. That was what she needed. She strutted as sexily as she could and when she got there, grabbed a flute. Pressing the cool glass to her lips, she closed her eyes as the bubbly liquid entered her mouth and fizzed down her throat. Just the liquid courage she needed.

 

Her phone dinged and she realized she’d received her first message. She glanced at the screen. Hot Damn! You’re sexy, J106  

 

She smiled and typed back.

 

Thanks, S214

 

Scarlett scanned the room looking for J106 and when she spotted an extremely attractive blond man grinning and staring at her, she knew she’d found him.

 

Wanna chat in a private room? J106

 

Doubtful. Thanks for the invite, but not right now. Just got here. S214  

 

Your loss and someone else’s catch. J106

 

Wow, so that was how it was going to be. Turning her back to J106, she looked to see where her friend was. Angela stood next to an attractive man who was just her type and they both actively texted into their phone. Unlike her best friend, Scarlett wasn’t looking to hook up with the first guy that caught her attention. After all, J106 showed his true colors.

 

Scarlett’s phone dinged again. This was kind of fun, seeing that men did like her. As she read the message, the hairs on the back of her neck stood.

 

You look like you could use a spanking. E098

 

Was this person serious? Deciding to have fun with him, she typed. Let me guess, you’re just the one to give it to me. S214  

 

While she waited on a response she looked around for E098, but couldn’t seem to find him. Strange. Scarlett walked around the room, pretending to be on her phone, but instead scanned the backs of all the men for E098.

 

Her phone dinged. You won’t find me. I’m waiting for you in a private room. When you’re ready for your spanking, meet me in room 1174. E098  

 

Oh yeah, like she was going to just go to this room with someone who wanted to spank her. Letting out an irritated sigh, she found a corner to stand in and wait for the next weirdo to text her. This had definitely been a mistake. She checked on her friend again and saw Angela walking toward the doorway with her attractive man. She probably found the only good man here and was on her way to make her claim on him. What was the point in even staying now? Angela was off enjoying her evening to the fullest. Several other couples left as well. Scarlett was left with a room full of men she probably had nothing in common with and some psycho in a hotel room supposedly waiting on her.

 

Just as she was about to leave, a dark haired, fairly attractive guy walked up in front of her and typed away on his phone. This is so stupid, this whole not talking thing, she thought as she waited on his message.

 

Hi beautiful. You look lovely tonight. F521

 

She smiled. Thanks. S214  

 

Do you like kids? F521

 

What a way to start a conversation. She grinned, but not from happiness, from awkwardness, and when she didn’t respond right away he texted again.

 

I’m a single father looking for a woman who might be interested in helping me raise my daughter. Is that you? F521

 

Scarlett shook her head, feeling bad, but she wasn’t ready to just jump in and play house. He nodded and walked away to the next woman on his path. This evening wasn’t going well. She was dressed to impress, but so far she was batting zero.

 

Her phone dinged again.

 

Aren’t you tired of those other men yet? I promise I’ll show you an amazing time. All you have to do is let your guard down a little and let me show you all the ways I can bring you pleasure. E098.

 

Him again? Hadn’t he found his new victim yet?

 

I appreciate the offer, but since I can’t even see you, I’m not real comfortable just going to a private room. I hope you understand. S214

 

Her phone lit up right away.

 

Ever been tied up? Or given up complete control to a man? Give me just one night. That’s all I ask. E098

 

Tie her up? A shiver tore down her spine at the idea. He was right about one thing, she did want to give up complete control, but not to some mystery man. It was best to just ignore him. Maybe she needed to call her cell phone carrier now. Another text came in.

 

Are you wet? Did the thought of me tying you up, kissing your body from head to toe, and taking a looong pit stop at your delicate center excite you? E098

 

She hated to admit it, but after that last text, her panties were wet and her mind began to wander. Heat grew in her cheeks as her nipples puckered. She was getting turned on, from a simple text.

 

I want to lean you over the bed, hike that tight red dress up, and paddle that firm behind. Let me guess, you have on a G-string. E098.

 

She glanced around, wondering if he was somewhere watching her. The image of being spanked caused her breath to pick up. What would it be like? Would it hurt or be as pleasurable as she anticipated it to be? Her curiosity was high and her G-string was almost soaked.

 

Maybe she could do this. Go up to the room, at least see who he was. It wasn’t as though she couldn’t turn and leave if she didn’t like him or things got out of hand. She’d let the hotel staff know where she was, so if anything did go wrong, they’d know who he was at least.

 

My cock is so hard waiting on you, I might need a little relief before you get here, as I imagine those sweet lips of yours wrapped around my shaft. E098.

 

Scarlett gasped and several people looked at her. Her pussy ached and she was dizzy with desire. How had this man done this to her in a few simple words? She reread his messages, finding herself even more turned on and a need to see who he was emerge. Hell, this was one evening. After tonight, she could check one-night standoff her bucket list, and find out what it would be like to be spanked. She sent a message back.

 

I’m coming. S214

 

You will be soon. E098

 

This was insane, but she was doing it. Trying not to look as though she was running, she quickly made her way to the desk in the corner where she’d seen Angela go when she left. There she met another woman.

 

“Is this where I let you know what room I’m going to?” Scarlett asked.

 

“It is. And who you will be with.”

 

“Room 1174 with E098.”

 

The lady scanned one of her forms. “Thought you were already there. He filled it out a while ago.” She smiled and handed Scarlett a card. “If you have any issues, text this word and security will come. As well, extra security is roaming the hallways, so scream if necessary. Have fun.”

 

Scarlett returned the smile and left the ballroom. How had E098 been so sure she would end up with him?

 

She scanned the hotel map and saw the room was on the same level she was currently on. Thank God. She wasn’t crazy about elevators. In fact, she didn’t have far to walk at all. Taking a deep breath, she headed down the hallway and before she knew it, she was standing in front of the wooden door, holding her hand up and begging herself to knock. Once she did, she’d know who this mystery man was.

 

In what seemed like slow motion, she knocked and the door immediately opened.

 

“Come in.” The words chilled her to the core.

 

Biting her bottom lip, she walked into the darkened room and the door shut with a loud bang behind her and all light was gone.

 

“Uh, where are the lights?”

 

She took a few steps, hoping not to bump into anything. Why weren’t there any lights on? This had been a mistake. Most likely she’d just entered some mass murderer’s fantasy. She turned to leave as fear took over, but two big hands grabbed her shoulders, stopping her. A hot breath landed on the back of her neck.

 

“I’m right here,” he whispered. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

 

“Why is it dark in here?” she asked again.

 

“I want you to feel comfortable. You’re going to do things you’ve never done before but have desired. In the dark, you can be yourself.” He kissed a small trail from the back of her neck to the crook. “All I need from you is your permission.”

 

“My permission?”

 

“Yes, your permission and willingness to let go and experience all I have to give.”

 

He rubbed the tips of his fingers down her arms, sending shivers through her. She wiggled her thighs trying to push away the urge to have him touch her. But as his hands made their way back up her arms, she found herself ready to give in.

 

“Yes,” she softly spoke.

 

“You’ve made the right decision.” Taking her hand, the mystery man led her farther into the room and to the bed. “The first thing I want to do is bind your wrists together so I’m in complete control.”

 

Scarlett thought about objecting, because again, the room was dark and she had no idea what this guy looked like. But even that turned her on, that she was about to embark on a fantasy with a man she’d never seen or met, and when this was over, if he slipped away, she’d never know who he was. “Thought you were going to spank me.”

 

He chuckled. A laugh she found oddly familiar. “Oh, I will. Don’t you worry. But first I’m going to explore you and show you how good it can be to trust someone. Do you trust me?”

 

“I don’t know you.”

 

His breath hot across her shoulder. “Oh, but you do. I’ve been in your head a long time as you’ve wished for other men to do the things I’m going to give you. So, I’m asking you again. Do you trust me?”

 

Her eyes closed as his lips pressed on her skin. The way he ? turned her on and he’d hardly touched her, told her that she could. “Yes.”

 

E098 sat her on the bed. He walked away for a moment and she wished like hell she could see what he was up to, but he was only gone momentarily.

 

“Put your wrists together. I have a silk scarf that will be soft against your skin. I’m not going to bind them lightly. Part of the pleasure you’ll experience is a little pain. You’ll find it brings your enjoyment to a whole new level.”

 

Pain? The only pain she expected was from being spanked.

 

E098 took no time in binding her wrists and it wasn’t too uncomfortable, but she certainly wasn’t getting out of it. Most likely the material he decided to use made it a little more accommodating.

 

He lifted her up and spun her around. “Now I want you to lean over the bed.”

 

Scarlett leaned over with her hands above her head. The bed came to her waist and as she bent over it, she was thankful he’d taken the time to prepare. It was still a mystery to her how this man knew she would come.

 

“Spread your legs wide, to the point you fear your dress may rip.”

 

As she did, he gripped the edge of her dress and pulled it up over her ass, exposing her. He caressed her ass and she wondered if he might give her that spanking he’d promised. But instead, she felt his hands on her waist right where her G-string sat. Then a slight tug and a snapping noise. He’d ripped her panties off of her.

 

“I hate undergarments,” he said.

 

“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have worn any.”

 

“I’ll let you know what I want next time.”

 

Another time? She’d have to see how this all went. She might not ever want to see this man again for the shame she was surely going to experience in the light of day.

 

Before she had time to think any more about how she would feel when this was over, his lips pressed down on her lower back and his hands began to work some sort of magic as they rubbed her legs. She moaned into the mattress.

 

“Oh, I should add, I have one rule. You can’t come until I give you permission.”

 

“How am I supposed to hold off? I’m on the verge now.”

 

“Self-control. And trust me, I’ll know when you’re right on the edge and will do my part to stop it.”

 

She’d read about this online but it took training. Something she didn’t have. Maybe this had been a mistake to come up here with someone who was making such demands. It had excited her in fantasy, but now that it was reality, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to go through with this any longer.

 

“What happens if I do come before you tell me I can?” she asked.

 

“You’ll be punished.”

 

“Punished?” She tensed, really not sure she wanted to go through with this anymore. “What the hell is going on here?”

 

He laughed slightly. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t take that tone with me again.”

 

Her tone? “I don’t understand. I think we need to stop and talk about this.”

 

He rubbed her shoulders in a soothing way. “If you want to stop, we can. I won’t ever make you do anything you don’t want to. And if ending this before the fun begins is what you wish, then we’ll do that.”

 

She moaned as his touch relaxed her.

 

“Do you want to continue?”

 

Yes. No. Yes. “Yes.”

 

“Just relax and remember I’m in control.”

 

“But I have questions before we continue.”

 

“I’ll explain as I go along.”

 

He replaced his hands with his mouth, exploring her flesh, and when his lips met her ass, she gasped. No one had ever been so intimate with her in that area before. But this man kissed and lightly licked her cheeks as he ventured lower and lower.

 

He spread her cheeks apart and she braced herself for something completely new and didn’t know if it was something she’d like. But he surprised her when the heat of his mouth glided across her pussy. She ground against the bed and pleasure rippled through her. He nudged her up onto her tippy toes as he explored her thoroughly.

 

His tongue slid through her slit and circled her clit. And just as she got used to how good that felt, he probed her opening and lightly pushed in, flicking his tongue back and forth.

 

She was dizzy, trying not to concentrate on how much she enjoyed everything he was doing to her. Every single sensation and nerve was on edge as his tongue did things to her she’d only dreamed about. Trying to do anything to keep from releasing, she pushed her mind away from what he was doing to her and to her past experiences. To the men who she faked with as they licked around her pussy, having no idea what they were doing. But thinking of another man didn’t help, because E098 had so much talent, her thoughts kept going back to him. How she wished she could run her hands through his hair right now, hold him at just the right spot, and come all over his face.

 

Ah shit! That wasn’t where her mind needed to go. Her breathing picked up and she knew what was coming. The climax she was supposed to resist until he told her she could. But how? How did she stop this?

 

And just like that, his warm mouth of pleasure left her as he put distance between them. Her lower half jerked from the abrupt end and she groaned with frustration.

 

Holy fucking shit had she wanted that release.

 

“Were you close?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

 

“God, do I wish there was light in here so I could see your ass and your beautiful face.”

 

She almost wished the same thing. But was thankful now for the darkness. She was sure she looked quite silly spread eagle and leaning over this bed with her ass on display and a swollen wet pussy.

 

Her mystery man moved close to her again and she waited for the touch she needed, though any caress may still send her over the edge because she was still there. That throb between her legs ready to spiral through her entire body.

 

Whack!

 

Scarlett cried out from the sting of his hand coming down onto her ass cheek. The surprise of his spank took her from the edge of release to being back in control. It had hurt, more than she’d expected. She’d always imagined a sexual spanking to be more soft. But before she had time to tell him it was too hard, he spanked her again with just as much force.

 

“Oh God!” she cried out.

 

“I want to see this ass red and swollen.”

 

And with that, he spanked her again.

 

After a few more smacks he stopped and dropped to his knees again. His warm breath was on her ass again as he began to rub and kiss the tender flesh. As the sting subsided, her breathing slowed, but not for long. He inserted two fingers into her pussy, fingering her in a fast motion. Who the hell was this man and why hadn’t she found him sooner?

 

“Good God,” she called out, unable to believe how much pleasure she experienced. She bit into the bed with a load groan.

 

“You’re practically dripping,” he said.

 

She was certain her body would give before long. There wasn’t a nerve that wasn’t crying out for more.

 

“Ready for another spanking before I fuck you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

With a few more strokes of his fingers, he removed them from her, rubbing her wetness along her butt cheeks.

 

“I never imagined it would be this good with you,” he whispered just before his hand came down on her ass.

 

He’d caught her off guard and again, she swore there was a familiar tone to his voice. One she knew, but couldn’t pinpoint

 

One last pat to her behind and his strong arms lifted her, spinning her around and laying her on her back.

 

“I can’t hold off much longer. The need to be inside you has taken over. How I wish we didn’t have to use protection, but we will. But soon we’ll remedy that so we can be together the way we want.”

 

The sound of a wrapper opening echoed through the dark room and she wished she could see him as he rolled it on over his cock. Imagining he was long and thick. She wanted to touch and taste him, hating that she hadn’t even been able to feel him yet with her own hands. As she waited, her mind continued to wander and she wondered how far she could take him in her mouth. She’d never deep throated before, but from the pleasure he gave her, she was certain she’d like to try.

 

“Can I take you in my mouth?” she asked.

 

“What a request and I’d love you to.” He paused and she braced herself for his cock coming to her mouth, but instead he spread her legs apart. “Like you, I’m on the edge of coming as well. One deep stroke into your warm mouth would have me spilling my seed right down your throat.”

 

Could she get any wetter? Her pussy ached. No one had ever turned her on this way. She was ready to come and hoped like hell he’d give her permission soon. She wasn’t sure she could hold out much longer. She’d been brought to the brink several times now and the next time she wanted to fall off the cliff and scream her lungs out.

 

“I’m not going to last long so I’m giving you permission to come when ready. And I suspect.” He ran his finger in the crease of her pussy, causing her to almost jolt off the bed with need. “That you’ll come right away. Now bring your arms up. I want to loop them around my neck.”

 

She raised her arms and for the first time, he was close. She could feel him with her inner arms. It was so nice to be this close and share this connection. She could almost kiss him if she wanted, but shied away since he hadn’t initiated one yet.

 

“I want to touch you,” she complained. “Please untie me.”

 

“I’ll be doing all the touching. This is as close as you’re getting to it.”

 

What she had for now was what she’d have to settle with. But she hoped at some point she got the chance to explore him. Hell, she’d even take a kiss. She was about to fuck this man who’d made her submit to him and they hadn’t even locked lips or seen one another.

 

“Open up, sweetie, I’m about to come in.”

 

She spread her legs. He positioned his cock at her opening and she braced herself. The tip alone was big and she knew he was going to fill her completely.

 

“You’re tight.” He stilled, taking deep breaths. “You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my dick. Are you ready?”

 

“Yes.” She panted. She was ready.

 

In one quick movement, he was inside her. His cock was long and just as thick as she thought it would be. He stretched her and entered her deeply. He took his time in the beginning. A slow pace which kept her one hard thrust away from coming. As much as she was enjoying it, she needed more. She pushed her hips upward and into him.

 

“Slow down and enjoy it,” he whispered. “I know I am.”

 

She grinned, liking that he ‘liked’ her. “I’m going to die if I have to enjoy anymore.”

 

“Trust me. It’s well worth it. You’re welcome to come, remember? But prolonging it makes it that much more enticing.”

 

“Please,” she begged.

 

“Your wish is my desire. Wrap your legs around my waist tightly.”

 

She did and he was deeper inside her now. She inhaled his woodsy aftershave, a scent she was familiar with, but at this moment couldn’t pinpoint who.

 

“Hold on,” he said then drove into her fast and hard.

 

Scarlett screamed. Her orgasm finally hit and it was more than she could take. Her head fell back and with each pump into her, all she could do was yell. No one had ever taken her like this. Every nerve in her was on edge and wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through her. She didn’t think the release was ever going to end. She was going to die from the pleasure and right about now if she did, she was pretty sure she’d have a smile on her face.

 

Her mystery man groaned and buried his face into her collar bone. His breathing was rapid and she could tell it was taking everything in him not to cry out. He pumped into her a few more times before he finally collapsed on top of her, now shallowly stroking as the end of their orgasms came.

 

Scarlett closed her eyes as her legs relaxed and slid from his waist and onto the bed. She held him close however and enjoyed the intimacy from this man. She inhaled his scent again. It was now her favorite because of the experience she’d just had.

 

It was taking every last ounce of control in Scarlett not to fall asleep. E098 rolled to his side, bringing her with him. She buried her head into his shoulder and it was the last thing she remembered because the comfort of his arms around her and the warmth from his chest won and she fell asleep.

 

****

 

Scarlett nestled her head against the soft pillow. Slowly she opened her eyes and with one hand pushed her hair from her face. She sat up immediately and saw her wrists were no longer bound. She was still in the hotel room, but she was alone. It was daylight, morning. Glancing around, she looked for any sign last night had even happened. But the only thing she saw was her red dress lying over the back of one of the chairs. He must have removed it when he’d untied her.

 

Surely she didn’t imagine last night and the most amazing lover she’d ever encountered. Whoever E098 was, he’d pleasured her better than anyone else, just as he’d promised in his texts. Her phone. Yes, she could grab her phone and text him. Then she would know last night had happened.

 

She stretched out, an ache reminded her of the night before. Everything muscle in her was sore and it caused her to smile. Last night had rocked her world and now that she’d done a few of the things she’d fantasized about, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to go back to any kind of vanilla relationship.

 

Who was E098? And was he going to come back so she could meet him?

 

****

 

He stood outside the hotel door, holding two coffees in a drink tray. Daylight was here and she would know who he was as soon as he went into the hotel room. His nerves were on edge as he tried to put the keycard into the door but then stepped away and walked away from the door and down the hallway.

 

It was crazy that he was scared to go into the room. He’d held her all night, barely being able to sleep at all because he couldn’t believe that being with her had really happened. That he’d been with Scarlett and finally got to let his Dom side out that he kept hidden and locked away in fear of what women would think.

 

He stopped by a window and looked out at the parking lot. He’d come this far to get her, being afraid to go into the room was silly. What if she was angry with him for not telling her who he was last night?

 

When Scarlett was angry, she was hard to reason with. He’d seen it before. And she was one, that when she was done with a person, she was done. There was no second chances and he worried she’d find he betrayed her by not revealing who he was. But surely after all they’d shared together last night, she wouldn’t be too upset with him.

 

He made his way back toward the room, trying to emphasize with how she would feel to prepare himself. This morning she was probably a tad embarrassed but he wanted to do whatever he could to keep her from experiencing that emotion. The first step was going into that hotel room and letting her find out who her mystery man was. Then hope like hell she didn’t hate him.

 

No, she wouldn’t hate him and he needed to force that from his mind. Scarlett would see him and they’d live happily ever after. His plan had gone according to plan so far and it would continue to do so. He just needed to put the keycard into the door.

 

****

 

Pulling the covers back, she began to get up to go find her cell phone when the hotel room door made a beeping noise and it opened. Scarlett yanked the covers back over her naked flesh. The beating of her heart picked up as she waited to see who this mystery man was.

 

She stared in disbelief as the dark haired guy came toward her with a drink tray in his hand. His green eyes stared at her, waiting for her reaction.

“

Elijah,” she said. “What are you doing here?”

“Bringing you coffee. I know how much you love your morning cup of Joe.” He handed her a paper cup. “Cream and sugar already added just the way you like it.”

 

Taking the cup, she stared at him before asking, “How did you know I was here? Wait, I’m really confused. What’s going on?”

 

He sat on the bed next to her and she moved away from him because the awkwardness level just skyrocketed through the roof. “Didn’t you have a good time last night?”

 

She didn’t say anything. Surely Elijah wasn’t the man she’d spent her evening with. They’d been friends for many years and even attempted to date once or twice. He’d always been the man she’d wanted but for some reason he pulled away, telling her there were things about him she wouldn’t understand. And she never pushed. Scarlett had settled with a friendship with him, even though whenever they were alone she always hoped that he might kiss her or tell her why it was he thought he couldn’t be with her.

 

They did have a night a few months back when they’d been drinking and hanging out as friends at a party Angela had thrown. He’d asked her why she was single and she’d confessed from a few too many martinis about some of her desires. After that evening, he’d kept his distance, so she assumed he thought she was a freak.

 

“To answer that question in your beautiful head, yes, I’m E098.”

 

Scarlett placed a hand over her mouth, unable to believe that she had been with Elijah last night. She was really embarrassed. Her friend had taken her in ways she’d never imagined. Elijah had fucked her and spectacularly.

 

“I’ve loved you for a long time, but I have an instinct in me that I never knew if you could accept. You’ve never really let your guard down and you’re always in control of everything. I needed to know you could submit to me and let me be in control in the bedroom. I’m an unorganized fool, so take control everywhere else, but in the bedroom, I need it.”

 

She was lost as she tried to make sense of the words he’d just spoken. Elijah wanted to be in charge in the bedroom. No, he needed it the way she needed someone to take over in the bedroom with her pleasure. All along, the man she’d ached for had been the man she needed?

 

Trying hard to understand, she said, “Help me make sense of this. Why did you set this up? We could have talked about this. I even told you about wanting to be with a man who took control.”

 

“You did, but I still worried you’d run if I told you I was into bondage. That I like to tie the women up I have sex with and spank them. That I have to be in complete control during sex. Am I right?” he asked with that adorable smirk that always made her heart melt.

 

For years she’d yearned for this man. Anytime he came into her room, her stomach did summersaults. He was the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on. And not to mention his arms, buff from working out and covered in ink.

 

He was clean cut in the face and she loved it. He’d never looked right anytime he’d tried to grow out facial hair. How she wanted to run the tips of her fingers across his cheeks now.

 

“Possibly,” she said.

 

“But now that you know about me, and we did what we did, where do we stand?”

 

Scarlett took a sip of her coffee before speaking. There was no way she could go back to being his friend. “Is this how sex would be between us? You telling me what to do?”

 

He shrugged. “For the most part. There would be time we could do what I call vanilla sex and what you’re used to. But this is what I like. There’s a whole world out there you don’t know about. If you’re willing, I’d like to slowly bring you into it. I have a lot of learning to do myself, so together we do it. Once you let go, you were a natural at submitting.”

 

Scarlett bit her lip. She’d very much liked giving up control and letting Elijah take the lead. Her orgasm had torn through her the way a tornado took a town. She’d loved Elijah all these years as well. No one else she’d dated ever measured up to him and the way he’d made her feel as just a friend. She could only imagine how much more explosive it would be as his partner.

 

“We’d go slow, right?” Because even though she wanted it, she wasn’t sure she was ready to jump in with both feet just yet.

 

Elijah took the coffee from her and placed it on the end table. “Slow? Last night you said if I went slow it would kill you.”

 

Scarlett grinned with a giggle.

 

Elijah pulled the covers back and exposed her naked body. “Let’s go over the rules before you agree to anything.” He opened her legs and rubbed her center before pressing inside her. She could get used to having discussions this way. “No panties…ever. I want access to this pussy whenever and panties just get in the way. I’d like you to call me Sir in the bedroom and sometimes outside. Depending on what’s going on. You never come until I give you permission, but don’t worry, we’ll work on teaching you that. And most of all, you have to be honest with me. If you don’t like something, you must tell me.”

 

Scarlett did her best to listen, but he pumped his fingers into her opening at the rapid pace she liked as he spoke.

 

“Of course we can discuss this at a great length, but for now, I want to watch you as you come because I didn’t get to see it last night. So if you’d like to at least move forward and explore what we might have, lock those brown eyes on me and come.”

 

His thumb circled her clit and she let pleasure take over. She cried out as she let go once again for Elijah. As she rode out her pleasure, she felt satisfied knowing she finally trusted someone. Elijah would take care of her the same way he had for years as a friend. Only now, they’d be together the way they’d both wanted.

 

Elijah pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers. She opened willingly and let his tongue slid in. Finally, they were kissing. Sparks flew and a magnetic pull took over. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but kept her hands in her lap instead since she wasn’t sure if her touch was allowed.

 

He kissed her for a few minutes before pulling away and staring deeply into her eyes. “I’m so glad you’ve agreed. I promise I’ll take care of you in each and every way.”

 

“I know you will. I trust you. If only you’d come up with this idea earlier, we’d both have been much happier sooner.”

 

“You weren’t ready and I don’t think I was either. It’s not easy showing someone who isn’t accustomed to my lifestyle who I am.” Elijah removed his clothes and she couldn’t wait to see what was in store for them this morning. “We’ve got this room for a few more hours. How about I tie you up again and take you up on your offer last night?”

 

“Offer?” She thought back to the evening before then remembered asking if she could please him with her mouth. Deciding to play innocent, she asked, “What offer was that?”

 

“The one I’ve been fantasizing about since you spoke those words. My cock in your mouth.”

 

She licked her lips and held her wrists out to him. “It’s a shame I can’t touch you with my hands, but at least I can with my mouth, Sir.”

 

****

 

3 years later

 

Scarlett paced the living room, full of frustration in each step. Tonight was supposed to be a special evening but her husband was late. He’d been late a lot recently and she knew he had good reason, as he was up for a promotion. These long hours were necessary and would pay off. But Scarlett wanted to play in their special room and was practically pouting like a two year old as she waited to get her way.

 

Six months ago they had their daughter. Macy was the light of their life, but since she’d been born, they didn’t often get into the role of Dom and sub. Their daughter still wasn’t sleeping through the night and getting up multiple times. Even with the advice from the pediatrician on sleep cycles and setting a schedule, it wasn’t working. Their daughter was already taking after her with a desire to control every aspect of her life. Which left little time for Scarlett and Elijah to have any “adult” time in the way they both craved. The last few months had been a lot of vanilla with a side of kink, which was hard with their daughter still sleeping in the nursery off their bedroom.

 

Tonight though, Macy was with Scarlett’s mom for her first sleepover and all she wanted was for Elijah to come home, get into his role, and have an evening they hadn’t shared in months. He knew how much she was looking forward to this and not even calling to tell her he was late made her want to cancel the evening altogether and instead catch up on her sleep.

 

She glanced at the clock, seeing he was now an hour late. In the kitchen, the take out she’d picked up sat untouched on the counter. Just as she let out a sigh, the door to the garage opened and Elijah walked in, loosening his tie. Before she could complain and give him a piece of her mind, a look formed in his green eyes and she didn’t bother to speak because he was already in his role of Dom.

 

Hell yeah!

 

“Why are you fully dressed and not in our special room naked and waiting on me?”

 

“You’re late, Sir.”

 

“I’m here now. It’s been a long day, and I’m ready to be with my wife.”

 

She turned without another word, excitement flooding through her as she made her way down the hallway, taking a key from her pocket to open the door. Even though Macy was an infant, they still kept the room locked up so their daughter would know from her earliest memories she was to stay out.

 

Inside, Scarlett stripped away the black dress she’d spent an hour trying to pick out. She peeled off her bra, panties, but left heels on. Elijah was a shoe man and she hoped he liked this new pair she’d gotten today.

 

A moment later, he joined her.

 

“It’s been so long since I came home to find you on your knees waiting on me. It’s been forever since we’ve been this way together. I’m hard just thinking about the possibilities for the evening.”

 

With her focus on the ground in front of her, she listened as he removed his clothing. His belt buckle clinging as it hit the floor. He stepped in front of her, bare and erect.

 

“I need your lips on me, taking me all the way into your mouth.”

 

His fingers danced through her hair before gripping her by the back of her head, guiding her mouth to his shaft.

 

“Take me.”

 

He sunk in and she groaned as she watched him. His face was tight as he pumped, using her mouth for his pleasure. He was hard and fast, and it took everything in her to keep up with his rhythm. The tip of her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft.

 

“Damn it, Scarlett.”

 

He was close. He always cussed when it wasn’t going to last as long as he’d wanted.

 

Both his palms cupped her head now, holding her in place. His gaze bore down on her, hot with passion. With their eyes connected, his hot seed shot in her mouth, coating her tongue as she swallowed every drop he gave her.

 

A moment later he brought her to standing, brushing her hair back from her face.

 

“Those shoes. They are new?”

 

“And the dress, Sir.”

 

“I didn’t even notice the dress, but I really like those heels.” He kissed her. “How did I ever get so lucky to have you?”

 

“It’s I who is lucky, Sir.”

 

“I fell for you the moment I met you and in my wildest dreams, the life we’ve built wouldn’t have happened. I’m so glad you took a chance and didn’t run the night we were first together.”

 

She smiled. “It was a special evening.”

 

“Maybe we should recreate that tonight. I’ll turn off all the lights in here, making it pitch black. Only instead of just fucking you, I’ll get out all our favorite toys. I’ll tie you up and give you orgasm after orgasm, no need to wait on my command. How does that sound?”

 

“I’m all yours for whatever you desire, Sir.”

 

He nibbled on her ear lobe. “Oh, darling. The plans I have.”

 

She couldn’t wait for what was in store tonight and every day of their lives. The last three years had been the best, and she was certain it would continue to be wonderful.

 

Every day she was thankful she took a chance, let go, and went to that event where she and Elijah finally connected.

 

The End