The unexpected lust story

First rendezvous

     I spent the entire day at his condo, ignoring calls and texts from everyone. All I did was raid his pantry, lounge on his couch, and clean up after myself because I want to be a responsible sugar baby. I indulged in a bath in his luxurious tub and allowed myself to relax. Initially, I regretted my decision, but now I realize it's a brilliant idea.
           Who wouldn't want to receive gifts and money in exchange for a night of pleasure, with no strings attached? I simply do what he desires, he takes advantage of me, and I receive financial rewards. After my bath, I carefully wrapped my bandages and fell asleep on his incredibly comfortable bed. The next morning, I prepared breakfast, tidied up, got ready, locked the door, and walked all the way back home.
              Upon entering, I was greeted by my dad, Mrs. Marpole, and my friends, who stared at me as if I were a ghost. "What happened?" I inquired. My father hugged me tightly, saying, "We were worried sick about you. Where have you been?" Bobby, noticing the jacket I had borrowed from Bradley to conceal my bandages, asked curiously, "Whose jacket is that?"
              Thinking quickly, I replied, "It belongs to my friend Jack." Confused, they asked, "Who's Jack?" I swiftly made up a story, saying, "Oh, you weren't in my economics class, but Jack was a quiet kid who sat next to me. Somehow, we became friends." P.J. nodded, saying, "Oh, I see."
             Curiosity still lingering, my father questioned, "Why were you gone yesterday?" Calmly, I replied, "I was with Jack. Turns out he lives nearby." Eager to meet him, my father suggested, "You should introduce him to us." Trying to divert their attention, I said, "Well, as I mentioned, he doesn't enjoy socializing much, so maybe not right now. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go upstairs." It pained me to lie, but I couldn't possibly reveal that I was involved with Bradley. What would they think of me if they knew I was sleeping with him? I hope I never have to find out.
             I lounged on my bed, scrolling through my phone when I stumbled upon a new contact. It turned out to be Bradley's number. Why did he put his number in my phone? I didn't dwell on it until Wednesday when I received a text from him.
Bradley: What size shirt do you wear?

Me: Why?

Bradley: Just answer the question.

Me: Medium.
        After that, he stopped texting. Throughout the week, I wondered over what he needed the information for until I received a text on Saturday at noon.
Bradley: Princess, I'll be back later tonight. Be ready.
          Those words sent delightful shivers down my spine. I couldn't wait for tonight. I decided to leave immediately and prepare for his arrival. I gathered my things and was about to head out when my father stopped me. "Max, where are you going?" he asked. "Out," I replied curtly. "With who?" he inquired. "Jack," I lied, attempting to leave. "Max, I understand you're not a child anymore, but it would be nice to know when you'll be home," he said.
            "Probably tomorrow morning, maybe afternoon. I don't know, it depends on what Jack thinks," I responded, swiftly leaving before he could say anything else. I made my way to Bradley's condo and decided to be thoughtful by preparing a meal. I cooked a simple dinner consisting of steak, mashed potatoes, steamed vegetables, and rice. I discovered his alcohol cabinet and selected a fine bottle of wine.
              Night fell, enveloping the city in a mesmerizing glow. It was peaceful. Suddenly, I heard the sound of Bradley's car pulling into the driveway and positioned myself at the door, eagerly awaiting his arrival. I couldn't explain why, but I was filled with anticipation to see him. He opened the door, a smirk forming on his lips as soon as he spotted me. "Hey, princess," he greeted, leaning in for a kiss.
              "I've made you dinner," I announced. "Oh, have you?" he responded, removing his coat. "Is this going to be a thing? You cook dinner, and I make breakfast?" "Maybe," I replied coyly. I noticed he was carrying a bag and couldn't help but ask, "What's in the bag?"
               "A little present, a few things I think you'll love," he revealed, taking a seat at the table and delving into the dinner I had prepared. I joined him and listened as he recounted his week, venting about his troublesome employees and brown-nosers. He finished his meal, savoring the last sip of wine, and exclaimed, "Damn, that was good. You should do this every time."
                "I'm glad you like it. Now, what's in the bag?" I asked, my impatience evident. He chuckled, teasingly remarking, "Impatient, are we?" I pouted, but he continued to chuckle. "Alright, here's one of the things I got for you. Go put it on, I'll be upstairs in my room waiting," he instructed, handing me a small bag. I scurried off to the downstairs bathroom to change, curious about its contents.
                  Opening the bag, I discovered a two-piece outfit with a daring twist. The top was a tiny pink crop top with a heart cutout in the center, and the bottom was a pink skirt adorned with hearts along the hem, barely covering my behind. The thong accompanying the ensemble was practically see-through, featuring embroidered flowers that slightly itched. I slipped into the outfit, admiring myself in the mirror. I looked like a cam girl, and yet, I found myself oddly enthralled by it. The way it accentuated my femininity aroused me. My bulge was visible through the sheer thong, and the tightness of the shirt left little to the imagination.
            I made my way upstairs to show Bradley. He was patiently waiting for me in his room. I clung to the doorframe and asked, "How do I look?" He glanced up from his phone, a smirk dancing on his lips. "You look absolutely beautiful, princess. How about you come here so I can give you your other present," he uttered in a low, enticing voice. I eagerly walked over, lying on the bed beside him as he retrieved the second gift from the bag.
             He revealed a leather choker that resembled a dog collar, complete with a leash. To my surprise, my name was engraved on it. He fastened it around my neck, making it tight enough to provide a slight choking sensation. Strangely, I found myself drawn to the feeling, as if it awakened something within me, a sense of being truly alive, teetering on the edge of danger. He tugged on the leash, causing it to tighten and intensify the pressure around my throat.
        "Do you like it, princess?" he inquired, his voice laced with anticipation."Yes, I love it," I replied, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of what was to come."Good, because we'll be using it all night," he declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
                 "Get on all fours, baby," he commanded. Without hesitation, I obeyed, positioning myself as instructed. He stood at the edge of the bed, gradually removing his clothes. "I've been waiting for this all week," he admitted, unbuttoning his shirt. He tugged on the leash, coaxing me closer to him. "I can't wait to destroy you," he whispered, a wicked anticipation in his voice. I shivered in delightful anticipation, eagerly awaiting the impending pleasure.
His pants drop and his member stood out, already rock hard. "You know exactly what to do, princess," he murmurs. I meet his gaze with a seductive glance and take it into my mouth, slurping it like a refreshing slushee. A delightful groan escapes his lips as I swirl it around in my mouth like a piece of candy, he taste sweet. "Fuck" he breathes, his desire evident in his voice as his hand trails down to my skirt. With a swift motion, he flips the fabric, revealing my enticingly sheer thong underneath, leaving nothing to the imagination.
With a tantalizing touch, he delicately slides my thong aside, his finger tracing teasing circles around my entrance before smoothly delving inside. Ecstatic pleasure courses through me, and I release a moan of pure bliss. "Already stretched out for me, good boy" he whispers approvingly, sliding in additional fingers, gradually gliding them in and out. Simultaneously, I continue my devoted attention, moaning softly around his throbbing length.
With his free hand, he tugs on the leash, applying a tantalizing hint of pressure around my neck, heightening my pleasure as I passionately engulf his member while his skilled fingers explore the depths of my desire. I begin a rhythmic motion, bobbing my head with fervor, attuned to the symphony of his sultry pants and intoxicating groans, each sound encouraging me on with an irresistible allure.
"Fuck, princess, I'm about to-" His words dissolve into a fervent exclamation as he reaches his climax, releasing his sweet essence into my waiting mouth. Savoring it like the sweetest nectar, I skillfully consume every drop, leaving not a single precious spill behind.
He firmly grips my face, ensuring our eyes meet. "You finished it all? You've been so good today," he acknowledges. I meet his gaze with a sultry expression, playfully extending my tongue like the eager little pup I am. "I want more, I don't care how, I want more in my body" I pleaded. "Oh don't worry that will come later for now" he reassures, retrieving his tie from the nightstand. He skillfully binds my hands together with it and raises them above my head. "Now be a good boy while daddy plays with you" he says. He puts me on his lap spreading my legs.
From his bag of surprises, he produces a petite vibrator, unveiling a tantalizing addition to our playtime. He lifts my skirt, revealing my member nestled within the confines of my thong. With a mischievous grin, he activates the vibrator and presses it against the length of my shaft.
A soft whimper escapes me as I attempt to squirm. Sensing my restlessness, he firmly grasps my hair, eliciting a moan from deep within. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he reprimands gently, his voice laced with a hint of warning. "You were being such a good boy. Let's not give me a reason to punish you," he cautions, increasing the intensity of the vibrator to the highest level. Whimpers and soft moans escape my lips as his lips find my neck, indulging in passionate kisses and gentle sucks, undoubtedly leaving a trace of his desire.
A bubbling sensation ignites within my core, I knew I was close. "B-Bradley," I stammer, my voice barely escaping my lips. Yet, in an instant, I succumb to the overwhelming climax, my essence erupting and staining the pristine white satin sheets. I lay in Bradley's embrace, my body limp and spent, my legs quivering from the intensity of my orgasm. His lips trail down my neck, planting tender kisses along the way, until he reaches my collarbone, where he indulges in a gentle nibble, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
"Don't tell me you're already tired, my princess," he murmurs, laying me down on the bed, expertly shifting our position.
"Oh, fuck off Bradley" I retort as he hovers above me. He meets my defiance with a firm gaze. "That's not very nice. Apologize now, or I'll make you regret it," he warns, his voice laced with a hint of consequence. In a playful challenge, I decide to put him to the test. "Oh, I'd love to see you try," I tease. With a smirk, he rises from the bed and makes his way to the closet, where his treasure trove of toys awaits.
He retrieves a paddle adorned with heart-shaped cutouts, a striking instrument of pleasure and discipline. Seated on the edge of the bed, he beckons me with a commanding tone, "Come here, bend over my knee, and clasp your hands together." Eagerly complying with his instruction, anticipation courses through me as I prepare to explore this new toy.
"Open your legs," he commanded, his voice filled with authority. "Now, here's what I want you to do: count each and every hit I deliver. Should you mess up I will reset the count and start all over again " he declared. The paddle made contact, causing a momentary sting, swiftly followed by an engulfing wave of pleasure. Through a delicate moan, I managed to utter, "One."
With each strike, his force intensified, leaving me breathless. "Two," I gasped, the impact echoing through my being. "Three," I managed to articulate, despite the overwhelming sensations. "F-f-four," I stuttered, my voice quivering in response to the escalating pleasure. The count continued, "Five." Every swing of the paddle ignited a fervent heat within me, surpassing any previous levels of arousal. His voice, laced with intrigue, interrupted the rhythm, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're enjoying this."
"N-no," I quivered, my voice trembling, as another strike landed upon me, marking "six" in the counting. His observation cut through the air, laced with a hint of fascination, "You enjoy being disciplined, don't you?" The impact followed swiftly, eliciting a throaty moan that escaped my lips, accompanying the confession of "seven." "No," I protested weakly, but his skepticism persisted. "Your cock says otherwise," he huffed, punctuating his words with a forceful blow that surpassed all prior intensity. A whimper escaped me, a harmonious blend of pleasure and surrender, as I gasped, "Fuck, eight."
"This will all go away if you apologize," he proposed, attempting to offer a way out. "Never," I declared, my desire for more overriding any inclination to stop. In response, he accelerated the pace, each strike surpassing the previous one in intensity. "Nine," I gasped, struggling to maintain composure. "T-t-en," I managed to voice, the impact reverberating through me. "Ah, eleven," I moaned, succumbing to the intoxicating sensations.
"Ooh, fuck, twelve," I exclaimed, my resistance faltering further. The count continued, "Thirteen ah fuck," and then, "Four-fourteen, ah," as my body strained to endure the relentless onslaught. "Fifth-fifth-teen," I stuttered, my senses overwhelmed. The mounting intensity became unbearable, and in an explosive climax, my body quivered, surrendering to pleasure once again.
"This was meant to be a punishment, but I believe I have just the item to tame this misbehaving slut ," he stated, a hint of amusement in his voice. Retrieving a cock ring from the toy box, he presented it to me.
Gently, he slid the cock ring onto me, securing it in place. With a firm yet commanding grip, he guided me towards the bed, positioning me provocatively, my anticipation growing with every passing moment. Leaning in close, he whispered with an intoxicating mix of authority and desire, "If you dare to cum before I grant permission, be prepared to endure weeks of tantalizing edging."
As I obediently nodded, he tugged on the leash, a surge of pleasure coursing through me. "Lets see just how long you can last," he murmured, his voice filled with anticipation. Without a moment's notice, he penetrated me, his entrance swift and decisive.
His movements grew increasingly rougher and faster, his primal need propelling him to pound into me with unrestrained force. The symphony of our shared desire echoed through the room, a harmonious blend of moans and the intoxicating rhythm of skin meeting skin. With each commanding tug on the leash, a mixture of both pleasure and a hint of pain surged through me, eliciting choked gasps and desperate whimpers. Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, I gripped the sheets tightly, surrendering to the bliss that consumed me, my moans muffled into the fabric.
"Mmmhh~fu-fuck, Bradley," I moaned, my voice filled with both surprise and pleasure. As he plunged deeper, a primal scream escaped my lips, his unyielding thrusts ravaging me without restraint. Lost in the throes of ecstasy, I whimpered like a bitch in heat, my body craving his relentless domination. His hands, like explorers on an erotic journey, roamed my trembling form, effortlessly lifting my top to reveal my sensitive nipples, which he teasingly played with.
         "Ah, Bradley, yes!" I cried out, my voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. Sensations swirled within me, a bubbling intensity that yearned to be released. "Please, Bradley," I pleaded, my words barely coherent. "Let me cum, please." In response, he quickened his pace, pounding me with an unstoppable force that drove me to the edge of oblivion. A mischievous tone laced his words as he remarked, "Hmm, I don't think you haven't quite learned your lesson yet." With a firm tug on the leash, he heightened the challenge, intensifying the struggle to contain the imminent release building within me.
               "Bradley, please, oh please, let me cum. I've learned my lesson, I promise," I pleaded, my voice filled with a desperate longing. His response carried a touch of amusement, "Well, since you've begged so nicely, you can." With renewed determination, he accelerated his rhythm, propelling us both towards the crescendo of pleasure. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I whimpered uncontrollably, lost in a sea of ecstasy. Our grunts grew louder, merging into a symphony of passion as we reached the pinnacle of pleasure simultaneously.
                I collapsed onto the bed, my body still twitching from the waves of my orgasm. In the midst of my blissful haze, I heard Bradley capturing photographs of me, but in that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. Satiated and content, I had received my desired fulfillment for the night. "You did wonderfully, my princess," he praised, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek before excusing himself to prepare a bath.
              A few minutes later, he returned and lifted me up, carefully removing the now-ruined and stained outfit. Sensing a tinge of sadness in my expression, he reassured me, "Don't worry, my princess. I'll buy you more outfits like these." Lowering me into the warm embrace of the water, I felt its soothing caress enveloping my body as the tender aftercare began.
             Bradley lavished me with praise, showering tender kisses all over my skin as he diligently washed me, ensuring my every need was attended to. Once I was thoroughly cleaned and cared for, he gently lifted me out of the tub, drying me off before dressing me in something comfortable to sleep in. As I attempted to walk, my movements were more akin to a limp, a physical reminder of the consequences of my disobedience.
              With a sigh, I submitted to his strength as he scooped me up, reminding me, "This is why you shouldn't disobey me, princess." Carrying me to the bed, he kissed me, pulling the covers over us as he brought me close to his warmth. His captivating brown eyes gazed down at me, causing me to make me feel a certain way. It wasn't lust but more like, no get that out of your head max. I looked back at him and I couldn't help but melt. We eventually drifted into a peaceful slumber, entwined in each other's arms, basking in the comforting embrace of our shared warmth.