Summer is almost halfway over, and every Saturday night, I find myself in the company of Bradley, experiencing sheer bliss. He makes me feel alive with the use of whips, toys, and his domination. The way he intertwines pleasure with my existence fills the void of happiness that I've been longing for. Not only do I revel in the pleasure he provides, but I also receive compensation for our nights together.
I hear my phone ring, and I quickly pick it up. "Hello," I greet, my voice filled with anticipation. "Sweetheart, I left an outfit for you to wear tonight in the condo," he informs me. Curiosity piqued, I inquire, "What kind of outfit is it?" "Oh, you'll see. Just get ready, I'm already here," he replies before abruptly ending the call.
Ignoring the presence of Ms. Marpole and my dad, I make my way to the condo. As I open the door, I'm surprised to find a button up with a corset vest hanging on his bedroom door instead of the usual array of lingerie or skimpy outfits. Meanwhile, he's busy getting ready in the bathroom. Curiosity getting the best of me, I question him, "Where are we going?"
He looks at me, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, and steps closer, concealing something behind his back. "To dinner, my dear, at a place so expensive your poor ass would never afford it without my help," he reveals, his voice dripping with arrogance. I can't help but be intrigued. "What's behind your back?" I blurt out, unable to contain my curiosity.
"Something to spice up dinner," he says, revealing a butt plug he had been hiding behind his back. "Put it on and get ready; our reservations are at 8," he declares, then goes back to getting ready. Without hesitation, I undress and apply some lube to the toy, feeling a mixture of anticipation and a tinge of excitement. With a groan, I insert it, succumbing to the exhilarating chaos of the moment.
Suddenly, I feel the butt plug come alive with vibrations, causing me to moan involuntarily and drop to my knees. With a smug expression on his face, he approaches me, holding a tiny remote in his hands. "Did I forget to mention that it vibrates?" he taunts, relishing in my whimpering response.
His chuckle fills the air as he turns up the intensity, intensifying my pleasure and disarray. Squatting down, he firmly grasps my face, forcing me to meet his gaze. His voice drips with excitement as he declares, "This is going to be fun." He lowers the intensity of the vibrations, eliciting a whimper of longing from me. "Don't worry, princess, we'll make good use of it tonight," he assures me, his words both comforting and electrifying.
I gather myself and begin to prepare. I slip into a stylish button-up shirt and pair it with a dark red corset vest adorned with delicate embroidered flowers on the sides. In the bathroom, I carefully style my hair, opting for a look that complements the occasion. A touch of light makeup enhances my features, and I slip on the shoes he had chosen for me.
Just as I step outside, he playfully cranks up the intensity of the vibrations once again, causing me to lose my balance and fall into a state of ecstatic pleasure. With a smug smirk, he catches me effortlessly, relishing in my vulnerability. "Watch your step, princess," he quips, his confidence oozing.
To hide my growing embarrassment, I push him away, my face turning a shade of crimson, and hastily make my way into the car. He chuckles softly, thoroughly enjoying the chaotic and thrilling nature of the moment.
During the drive to the restaurant, the name of which still remained a mystery to me, he would occasionally switch on the vibrating butt plug, only to abruptly turn it off, teasing me with waves of pleasure and frustration. The anticipation of what awaited us heightened with every passing moment.
Eventually, we arrived at our destination. It was none other than Verde Vista, the most exclusive and outrageously expensive restaurant in town. Reserved only for the city's wealthy tycoons, its doors were typically off-limits to ordinary folks like me. "How on earth did you manage to secure a reservation? People usually wait for months!" I exclaimed in disbelief as we pulled up to the valet stand.
"My uncle happens to be good friends with the owner, so he pulled a few strings to get us in," he explained, his voice dripping with nonchalant confidence. As the valet took Bradley's keys, he gracefully walked over to the other side of the car and opened the door for me, his gestures oozing with a chaotic blend of charm and dominance.
As we stepped into the restaurant, I found myself utterly mesmerized. The ambiance exuded a regal aura, resembling that of a majestic palace. The marble floors gleamed beneath our feet, accentuated by the luxurious touch of red carpeting adorning the spaces between tables. The entire place was bathed in shades of red, with hints of orange and gold gracing the surroundings. The pièce de résistance was the grand staircase, adorned with a gold railing intricately engraved, and a lavish red rug cascading down its steps.
The hostess glanced at us and instantly recognized Bradley. "Ah, Bradley, it's so nice to see you. Follow me, just as you requested, we have reserved the finest seat in the house for you," she warmly greeted him. We obediently followed her, ascending the staircase to the highest point in the building. A sense of exclusivity enveloped us as we arrived at a secluded balcony, meticulously adorned with vibrant flowers and a bottle of champagne awaiting our arrival. From this vantage point, the panoramic view of the city sprawled before us, breathtaking in its splendor.
"I'll leave you both now. Here's your menus. Your waiter will be with you shortly," the hostess informed us before departing, leaving us to revel in the beautiful blend of luxury and excitement that surrounded us.
"Do you like it?" he inquires, seeking my approval. "It's absolutely stunning," I reply, awestruck by the beauty that surrounds us, before settling into my seat at the exquisitely prepared table. My gaze falls upon the vibrant sunflowers adorning the centerpiece.
"These are sunflowers," I remark, a smile spreading across my face. "Your favorite," he reveals, his thoughtful gesture not escaping my notice. "Your really working hard for that blowjob aren't ya?" I playfully taunt, a mischievous glint in my eyes.
His response, however, catches me off guard. "Oh, tonight I have something riskier in mind," he teases, his voice laced with anticipation. With a wicked grin, he activates the vibrator, and I struggle to suppress the moans that threaten to escape, all while he watches me with a devilish smirk, relishing in the chaotic blend of pleasure and exhilaration.
Suddenly, we heard the faint sound of approaching footsteps, causing him to swiftly lower the intensity, making me emit a soft whimper. With a sense of trepidation, the door swung open, revealing our waitress stepping into the room. My heart sank as I recognized her vibrant red hair, captivating eyes, and the distinctive mole on her cheek. It was Roxanne.
"Hello, my name is Roxanne, and I'll be your server tonight," she greeted, her voice echoing with familiarity. "Oh, hi, Max," she continued, her voice cold. I averted my gaze, unable to meet her eyes, as I responded coldly, "Hello, Roxanne."
Bradley, sensing the tension, firmly grasped my hand, his gaze fixed on Roxanne. "We're just about to order. Give us a second," he requested, swiftly opening the menu. "We'll start with the jumbo shrimp cocktail for our appetizer. For my main course, I'd like the Prime Rib Steak with Roasted Garlic Butter. And for dessert, a Green Tea Matcha Cheesecake," he confidently declared, refusing to release my hand. He then turned to me, prompting my order.
"I'll have the same," I responded quietly, still avoiding Roxanne's gaze. Sensing our readiness, she collected the menus and departed with a promise to return shortly with the appetizer.
"Who the hell was that?" he questioned, his eyes narrowing with jealousy. I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to downplay the significance. "It's not important," I replied casually, enjoying the chaos that simmered between us. "Didn't know you could get so jealous," I added, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.
In an instant, his grip on my hand loosened, releasing me as if I had burned him. "I'm not jealous," he retorted sharply, his voice laced with tension. "I just want to know who she is," he insisted, his demeanor suggesting a storm on the verge of erupting. It was as if he was ready to commit a murder right then and there.
I cowered in my seat, wary of his escalating anger. "She's my ex," I confessed, my words hanging in the air, loaded with history and unresolved emotions. "And that's all I'm saying." The intensity in his eyes grew, a mixture of anger, and a hint of something I couldn't quite decipher. He was undeniably jealous, no matter how much he denied it.
Confusion and frustration danced across his face, creating a symphony of emotions. It was perplexing, really. We weren't a couple, merely two people who fucked once a week. Yet here we were, entangled in a web of jealousy and unspoken desires, blurring the boundaries between casual and complicated.
Roxanne returned with our appetizers, placing them in front of us with a professional smile. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, her tone slightly strained. Bradley's response was sharp and curt, his narrowed eyes fixated on her. "Nope, that will be all," he snapped, the tension between them palpable. Undeterred by his attitude, Roxanne scowled before retreating, leaving us to ourselves.
I couldn't resist teasing him in this moment. "You're jealous," I taunted playfully, expecting a witty retort or a defiant denial. Without warning, he activated the vibrator to its highest setting, causing a surge of intense sensation that coursed through my body. unable to maintain my balance, and collapsed onto the table. My legs trembled, overwhelmed with pleasure as soft moans escaped my lips. "I am not," he insisted, his voice strained yet laced with an underlying desire that betrayed his words.
"This is how I like to see you," he whispered huskily, his touch grazing my face as a shiver ran down my spine. I leaned into his caress, desperately attempting to stifle my moans and whimpers. He picked up a shrimp from the cocktail, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Mmh, here, try some, princess," he offered, bringing the morsel to my lips. But the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body made me oblivious to the food. My focus was solely on the sensations.
As I writhed in ecstasy, a bubbling sensation stirred in my stomach, betraying the intensity of my pleasure. It was evident on my face, and he swiftly took notice. With a devilish smirk, he promptly turned off the source, leaving me frustrated and longing for more. I gazed at him with a mixture of desire and irritation, yearning for the continued chaos. "Oh, princess, it's not going to be that easy," he teased, his voice laced with anticipation.
I was frustrated, feeling on edge all night due to his teasing. My body yearned for release. He chuckled mischievously, holding out a shrimp to me. This time, I savored every bite, experiencing the explosion of flavors that danced on my tongue. I couldn't resist and indulged in more, devouring the entire dish. "Just wait until you taste the main course," he whispered with anticipation.
"Damn, you should take me out like this more often," I exclaimed, relishing the last morsel of shrimp. A wicked grin crossed his face as he leaned closer, chuckling. "What are you willing to do for me to spoil you like this?" he asked, his words dripping with playful seduction. Leaning in as well, I replied without hesitation, "Anything you want." Suddenly, he turned the vibrator on again, this time at its lowest setting. A desperate whimper escaped my lips, craving more intensity. "So needy," he remarked, opening a bottle of champagne and pouring us each a glass.
I pout and snatch the glass from him, giving him a side-eye. "Don't worry, princess. I'll give you what you want when we get home," he smirks. "But I can't wait that long," I huff, and he chuckles. "You're so damn impatient," he quips, taking a casual sip from his cup. I scoff and take a sip too, our eyes locked in playful defiance.
As we wait for our food, we delve into a conversation about our week. He rants about those annoying kiss-asses and that unbearable girl in accounting. I vent about my father's constant nagging and Ms. Marpole's awkward ways of bonding. In these moments, we're almost seem like a couple. Almost.
I get that's he's a bad person but he's so charismatic you don't even see it. We were both laughing when Roxanne appeared with our main dishes. Placing them before us, she cheerfully exclaimed, "Alright, here you go," casting a smile in my direction. That very smile, once capable of melting me, now turned my stomach. I averted my gaze, opting to admire the breathtaking scenery instead of her. 'So, Max, how have you been?' she inquired, attempting to capture my attention.
"Good," I replied, still avoiding eye contact. "That's good. Well, I-" she began, interrupted by a resounding crash. The champagne bottle lay shattered on the floor. "Oops, clumsy me," Bradley sneered. "How about you fetch us another bottle, the most expensive champagne." They exchanged scowls, and venom dripped from her voice as she retorted, "Of course, sir."
She departed, and he mischievously increased the intensity of my vibrator. I struggled to stifle my moans as he continued to glare at me, seething with anger. "You know, for someone who claims not to be "jealous," you certainly act like it," I managed to stammer. He cranked it up to the highest level, and I laid my head on the table, unable to contain soft moans and whimpering. "I don't like people taking things from me" he declared.
"And I can tell she wants you," he remarks. I scoff, attempting to dismiss his words. "Yeah, right," I stutter out. "Well maybe not specifically you, but what she believes you possess," he says . "Ah, now that sounds more plausible," I whimpered. He can perceive my inner turmoil, as the vibrator alone fails to satisfy me. "Do you crave more?" he teases, his voice dripping with mischief. "Yes," I moan involuntarily. "Well, tough luck," he retorts, relishing in my longing, as he lowers the intensity of the vibrations.
"Bradley!" I shrieked, frustration seeping through my veins as I shot a venomous glare up at his infuriatingly smug face. " I just love tormenting you," he sneered, relishing in my discomfort. "Normally, I'm all here for it? I can't handle this," I muttered, exasperation dripping from my words. He chuckled, a maddening sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Better get used to it if you want another night out with me," he taunted, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Now, eat your food before it gets cold," he ordered.
I begrudgingly picked up my fork and dug into the succulent prime rib steak, savoring its divine flavors as they waltzed upon my taste buds. We were nearing the end of our meal when Roxanne reentered the room, clutching a bottle of champagne. "Sorry for the delay; I had other matters to attend to," she muttered, shooting Bradley a glare that could pierce steel. Ignoring her simmering anger, he snapped at her, "Oh, could you bring us our desserts promptly, and make it snappy!" With a venomous glare of her own, Roxanne complied and departed once more.
Bradley poured us each a glass of champagne, the effervescent liquid fizzing and bubbling as we clinked our glasses together and eagerly gulped it down. "This... was rather pleasant," I ventured, a hint of sentimentality tingeing my voice. "Oh, spare me your sentiment," he retorted sharply, turning up the intensity on the vibrator, electrifying the chaotic atmosphere around us.
At that moment, all restraint crumbled, and an unrestrained moan escaped my lips, full of desire and longing. Bradley's eyes glimmered with wicked delight as my voice reached his ears, whispering his name in a breathless tone. Leaning in close, he disregarded the conventional boundaries of the restaurant table, his words slipping out in a low, menacing growl. "Just you wait," he hissed, his voice dripping with anticipation, "when we return, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk straight for a week."
A surge of desire consumed me, overpowering any lingering inhibitions. I couldn't resist any longer—I urgently grasped Bradley's shirt, yanking him toward me for a feverish, soul-stirring kiss. In that moment, Roxanne unexpectedly entered the room, but my passion burned too hot to care. It was Bradley who reluctantly broke away from the fiery embrace, leaving me breathless as I laid my head back down on the table, casting a scowl at the tension brewing between them.
"Actually," Bradley coolly interjected, his voice filled with a devious intent, "pack up the remaining dishes and hand them over to the hostess." His gaze shifted back to me, his expression laced with amusement. "This one here," he continued, gesturing towards me, "can't handle his alcohol and indulged a little too much." Roxanne nodded, complying with his request, and swiftly departed. Bradley extended a helping hand, which I gratefully grasped, my legs trembling beneath me from both pleasure and anticipation. Together, we maneuvered through the grand staircase, my grip tightly clinging to his arm for support.
Together, we descended the grand staircase, the opulent surroundings spinning around us in a blur. The hostess awaited us, a neatly packed box in her hands, ready to receive our uneaten delights. Bradley thanked her and we got the car back from the valet.
My longing for him intensified with every passing second, a relentless ache that demanded immediate satisfaction. As soon as we escaped the confines of the restaurant, my impatience got the best of me, and I lunged towards him, stealing quick, teasing kisses on his cheek while he focused on driving. "Wait until we get back," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. But waiting was not an option; I needed him now, at this very moment.
"I can't wait that long" I whined. With a desperate resolve, I pressed my lips against his neck, trailing fiery kisses along his skin, my hands trembling as they found their way to his zipper. Unzipping it with a sense of reckless abandon, I sought to unleash the chaos that simmered beneath the surface.
He grunts as I fondle his member my lips still on his neck. "Fuck" he moans out. I then do something risky, I go down on him, sucking on his member trying to get his sweet nectar. "God damn it max" he grunts out and he swerves the car into a mostly empty parking lot of a gas station. "Since your so damn impatient your going to have to work for it" he says. He pulls down his pants fully. I pull down my own as I keep sucking on his member.
I carefully remove the buzzing toy and position myself in sync with his impressive length. As I slowly descend upon his shaft, a moan escapes my lips, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. With a deliberate rhythm, I initiate a tantalizing motion, bouncing on his member. Ecstatic moans and breathy whimpers naturally spill from my lips as I finally get the pleasure I've been craving.
My own member bouncing in sync with my body's motions, I shamelessly vocalize my pleasure, whimpering like a bitch. His smug grin fuels my desire as his guttural grunts and fervent pants drive me forward, urging me to surrender further to the delightful chaos.
"Damn, you're such a slut, couldn't even hold out till we got back," he remarks. I stumble over my words, breathlessly confessing, "I couldn't wait any longer, I needed you now." His hands venture across my body, skillfully teasing my nipples, igniting a playful sensation that electrifies our intimate connection.
My moans intensify as his playful touch tantalizes my sensitive peaks, before his wandering hands find their way to my hips. With a firm grip, he guides me downward, his entire length engulfing me completely. In an explosion of ecstasy, I unleash a loud, pleasure-filled scream. And so, with a mischievous vigor, he sets a spirited pace, pounding into me as if I were his toy.
"Bradley, oh, Bradley, Bradley, ah!" I gasp uncontrollably as he intensifies his rhythm. I become a tangled symphony of moans as he devours my neck, leaving a path of love bites. My arms clutch him tightly, my nails clawing at his back, desperate to hold on.
My head falls back as he trails kisses down my neck, reaching my nipples and drawing them into his mouth. His tongue dances around them, and he tugs at my hair, sending shivers down my spine. The pleasure surges through me, causing my back to arch, and a delightful, bubbling sensation swirls in my stomach.
But then he deliberately slows his pace. "Bradley, please, please stop teasing me. Let me cum please you dick head," I whimper desperately. "Not yet," he retorts, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Get in the back, I'll go fetch us some water." I obediently follow his instructions, but my body aches for him. As he walks away, he warns, "Don't you dare touch yourself." I pout, longing for his return.
I'm stuck here waiting and waiting. He's taking forever, and I desperately need cum. The thought of touching myself crosses my mind, but if I disobey him, he'll just prolong this torment. That damn bastard, getting me all worked up only to leave me hanging before I can finally cum.
I anxiously wait near the window, looking like a sad puppy. My excitement surges when I spot him emerging from the gas station, but that damn bastard is strolling at a snail's pace. Finally, I fling it open and yank him into the car, gripping his collar, and slam it shut. Our lips collide in a passionate kiss, and I swiftly undo his pants once more.
However, he pulls away, his smug tone piercing through, "Can't even wait a mere ten minutes, huh?" I beg him, my voice filled with desperation, "Bradley, fuck me. I need you. Fuck me now." I lean in to kiss him again, but he forcefully pushes me back, and I swear I catch him whispering, "What a slut." But, I don't give a damn.
He thrusts into me with a raw intensity, pounding relentlessly. My legs are thrown over his shoulders, and he gazes at me with a mixture of awe and desire. I transform into a moaning, writhing mess once again, unable to contain my pleasure. "Oh, fuck, Bradley! Just like that! Keep going, don't stop!" I cry out, lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy.
His hands close around my throat, adding an intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. He quickens the pace, thrusting deeper inside me. "Who owns you?" he demands, his voice laced with authority. I struggle to respond, stammering, "Y-you do."
"That's right. You're my pet, and no one else gets to touch you, understand?" he asserts. "Y-yes, s-sir," I mumble, my voice trembling, as he relentlessly pounds into me. Everything blurs into a hazy whiteness, and a bubbling sensation builds in my stomach, consuming me.
"Oh, fuck! Yes, Bradley! Keep going, just like that!" I moan, my voice filled with unbridled desire. The bubbling sensation builds and builds until it finally consumes me, and I explode in ecstasy. The white, viscous fluid spills out onto my stomach, a copious amount I've never experienced before, heightening the pleasure even further.
He continues pounding me relentlessly, driven by his own need for release. But just before he reaches the edge, he pulls out abruptly, desperately jerking himself off until he climaxes, hot streams of cum showering over me in a display of raw passion.
He gazes at me with an intensity that can only be described as... love? No, it must be lust, he would never love me. He reaches for a blanket stashed beneath the seat and gracefully descends into the backseat, pulling me close. With care, he covers us both with the blanket, cocooning us in warmth and intimacy. I lean into his touch, feeling a sense of tranquility wash over me as exhaustion takes hold. As I begin to drift off to sleep, I think of my night out with Bradley, I smile, I like it when he pampers me.
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The unexpected lust story
FanfictionAfter a "one night stand" together, Bradley can't get over max. So he makes him a deal they meet for a little rendezvous 3 times a week and in return max will be pampered. He accepts and they keep there relationship a secret. But what happens when t...
