"I Want You To"

Chapter 2

Collette had arranged her implements on the dressing table, covered with a black cloth. She laid them out on the bed and named them.

"Paddle. Flail. Mouth gag. Nipple clamps. Vibrator. And that's a butt plug. My latest." She hesitated. "I haven't done anal yet. But I'd like to try."

"Thank God," I said. "I thought you were going to use those on me."

"Oh, no," she said, smiling. "No, you're top. Dominant. I knew it straight away. I'm sub. Submissive. I like to be dominated. Those toys are for you to use on me." She picked at my nipples with her nails. "How about it?"

"Sure," I said. "Why not?"

There'd been something different in her kiss. "Great. Let me tell you the rules. And the safe words. Red means stop. Yellow means softer or slower. Green means harder or faster. Okay?"

The next hour was an introduction to something that I had never dreamed of in twelve years of adult life and one year of mundane marriage.

It didn't take long for me to figure it out. The handcuffs were easy as was the blindfold. The mouth gag took a little more care to fit, but soon she was on her knees with my cock in her mouth, her hair bunched in one of my hands.

I reached for the paddle. The first strike against her buttocks set them wobbling. She grunted against me.

"Too hard?" I asked, aghast. "Sorry!"

She shook her head.

"Harder?"

She nodded.

I grew in confidence and in girth. I could feel each blow as she quivered against me, her tits flopping against my thighs, her moans reverberating against my cock.

I raised her to her feet, then pushed her back onto the bed. The nipple clamps were next. As I applied each clamp to a puffy nipple, I had to admire the craftsmanship that had gone into their making: the rubbered caliper tips, the screws to tighten, the silvered chain that linked them.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her head. Her tongue dabbed at the head of my cock as I used the flail on her stomach and on her breasts. With my other hand, I tugged at the chain linking the nipple clamps. Her nipples danced to the tension. Her pussy thrust upwards every time the flail flicked down over it.

When it was unbearable and her moans became even more fevered, I slid off the bed and used my mouth on her cunt. She ground into me as she came, her thighs twitching, clamped against my head.

I let her recover before I removed the mouth gag. Her eyes were wide and wild.

"OK?" I asked. "Shall I carry on? Do you want it? Shall I fuck you?"

She nodded, licking my pre-cum off her lips. "Please, sir. Your slave would like that. But-" She paused for a moment. "Your slave has a request."

I nodded. I was getting it. "And what do you request of your master?"

She blushed and bit her lip. "Your slave would like to offer her master her virgin asshole. It would be a great favour to her if her master would take her there."

"In your ass?" My voice shook a little at the last word. I had never done anal before. The prospect was daunting and enthralling. "Are you sure?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir. Your slave would like it. She wants you to."

I freed her hands, then flipped her over onto her front before folding her arms behind her back and cuffing her wrists together again. I felt like a pagan God, about to ravage a rare offering. Collette lay on her front, her head turned to one side, cheek resting on the sheet, ass in the air, her luscious buttocks quivering below my throbbing cock.

"Your slave makes a humble suggestion," she said. "Lube. Please. And a finger first."

"Very well," I said. "I agree."

I squirted the lube out of the tube and smeared it around her asshole. Her hips moved as I did so. It took lots of lube and lots of patience before she relaxed enough to admit a finger. Her asshole was so tight it almost cut off the circulation to my finger.

"Yellow, babe." She was panting. "It hurts. Go slow, please."

I did. Over several minutes, my finger slid in, inch by inch. She gripped it like a hot, dry vise.

"Butt. Plug." She was gasping. "Please. Before. Your. Cock."

The butt plug took less time and less effort. Her moaning rose in volume and tempo as the tapered head twirled and dipped, each incursion that bit deeper, until it slid home.

She shuddered. "Red," she moaned. "Stop. I need a moment."

We never got to anal. She just couldn't manage it. It was too painful for her.

I didn't count that as a loss. The afternoon had already turned out to be more than I could have ever expected when I flopped down at that bar table with a whisky and a pint. My only plan had been to get drunk. Instead, I'd had an education.

I finished in her mouth instead, straddling her chest. I pulled the chain between the nipple clamps taut, holding onto it like a horse's reins. The tension pulled her breasts together as I slid my cock into the slick valley between them. The head of my dick slapped against her lips. She bent her head forward as I battered her mouth. When I came, she took me deep, gagging so hard that spit and sperm flew out of her mouth onto my thighs.

When I kissed her goodbye, the taste of my cum was on her lips. I'd never sampled my essence off another woman's lips.

As I headed down the stairs to the street, there was something new and alien bouncing around in my chest. Something I hadn't felt in years.

Joy. Unadulterated joy.