"I
can't keep traipsing three miles every time I want to spank that
delectable little behind of yours."
As
a beautiful and famous model, she has the life many young girls dream
of.
Yet
the missing
father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her
down, and damaged her judgement about the men she meets.
She
thought she had met the man of her dreams, yet fate was cruel.
Until
one day, at an airport, she meets the strong, yet kind, dominant man
she had longed to meet.
Is
he the man she has sought her whole life? Will he show her the way
out of the darkness and into the loving, submissive relationship she
has always craved?
"Oh
I work hard, but I play hard, too. Do you play hard, Marianne?"
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We were
scarcely inside the door before William issued his first command.
"Down. On all fours."
His
instructions were given in a calm, quiet tone, but I knew that he
meant business. I dropped to the floor immediately and waited, head
bowed, awaiting further instructions.
"Crawl
over to the middle of the room."
I crawled
slowly on hands and knees across the room and stopped. For all my
submission, I had never felt so powerful and sexually voracious. I
heard William go over to the bar and pour himself a drink. I heard
the clink of a glass stopper and knew he’d poured a whisky or
brandy from one of the decanters on top of the bar. He walked back
towards me and stopped a few feet behind me. He stood for perhaps a
minute, without moving. I couldn’t see him but I sensed his eyes
taking in the curve of my bottom beneath the silk dress.
"Lift
up your dress. I want to see you."
I shuddered with sexual
anticipation and did as he said. I couldn’t resist arching my back
and pushing out my bottom as I did so.
Again he remained still,
looking at me. Again he waited in silence for at least a minute.
"Exquisite."
He
left me where I was and went over to one of the armchairs and sat
down with his drink, and said nothing for a couple of minutes. I was
beginning to relax when he again spoke. "Anticipation."
He didn’t
continue for a moment and I was unsure if I was expected to respond
in some way, or whether this was an instruction of which I was
unfamiliar.
"Anticipation
is the key. You are anticipating what I might do with you. I’m
anticipating the pleasure that awaits us. Our minds are slowly
increasing the sexual tension. Don't you agree, Marianne, that
anticipation is the key?"
"A
man could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You
hold most men in the palm of your hand.”
He took off
my dress and my bra, and I sat before him, head lowered, ready to
submit. "Stand up. Place your hands flat on the cushion of the
other chair, and spread your legs, and wait for me to attend to
you."
I did as instructed and heard William get up and walk
away, either to his bedroom or bathroom. I trembled, partly with
nerves and partly with sexual expectation. One minute passed, then
two. I remembered what he had said about anticipation. This was my
time to anticipate what lay ahead, and the sexual need within me
doubled in strength. I needed what this man was about to give me. I
needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. I lifted
my bottom just a little higher and waited to be taken to heaven.
William
returned. He had changed into his black jogging pants and t-shirt. He
placed something down on to the arm of the chair, but I daren't look
around. I remained absolutely still and silent. He bent over and
kissed my back and ran his hand over my bottom.
"A man
could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You hold
most men in the palm of your hand, even strict Doms such as me, and
you have no idea of the power you have, do you? I don't think I have
ever met another beautiful woman who has less awareness of her beauty
as you have."
I didn’t
reply. I don't think he expected a reply. I’d heard this before,
and perhaps he was right. From childhood I had never been told I was
pretty and grew up with the idea that I was quite ordinary. Even
after I was discovered by the modelling agency, and became one of the
world's top models, I never really believed that I was beautiful. I
always thought my success was the result of a fluke, and that one day
I would be found out and exposed as a fake. Perhaps the messages I’d
heard over the years from men were at last starting to get through
the barrier that I had erected around my fragile psyche.
My thoughts
were interrupted by a sharp slap on my bottom by William's hand. I
snapped my attention back to the present. Then came another stroke. I
breathed deep. I was back in the zone where I wanted to be. All I
could think of was this powerful, masculine man standing behind me,
raising his arm and bringing his hand sharply and crisply down,
warming my flesh and lifting us both to the joyful place of sexual
excitement and passion.
William
gave me about twenty strokes with his hand, before stopping and
reaching between my legs. He plunged two fingers into my sex. I gave
a deep groan in response to the sudden intrusion. A sexual tremor
went from my pussy to my brain, and back again. God, I wanted this
man so badly.
"Yes,
Marianne, you want me as much as I want you, don't you?"
"I
want you so badly. Please fuck me, Sir."
He didn’t reply,
but pushed me down on to the chair, so that I was kneeling on the
cushion and leaning over the chair back. I felt his hard body press
up behind me and he pulled down his jogging pants. He leaned over me
and I could feel his breath against my neck. He took the lobe of my
ear into his mouth and gently bit on it, before kissing it.
There
was nothing I wanted more than to wake up every morning next to him,
even if I was tied to the bedpost.
"Do
you like strawberries and cream Marianne? I’ve just tasted one and
they are sweet and juicy."
"Yes,
Sir."
"Good. Open your mouth for me."
He pressed a
large strawberry, dipped in cream gently against my lips and I opened
them to take a bite. When I had finished it I licked my lips.
"You
have a little cream left on your lip. Let me lick it off."
His
tongue swirled around my lips and removed whatever was there.
"Now
it’s my turn to eat one, and I plan to eat mine from a very special
dish."
I felt a strawberry placed on my stomach, in the dip of
my belly button.
"I'd like some cream on mine too."
A
small amount of cream was poured on top of the strawberry, and then
William bent over and ate the fruit from me, licking around the skin
to lap up the cream. I gave a soft moan, wondering if it was possible
to orgasm from the simple effect of strawberry eating.
He fed me
another strawberry, and this time he ate the next two from my
breasts, making sure to lick the cream off thoroughly.
"There’s
one more place from where I would like to finish dessert."
I guessed
the place he had in mind. Sure enough his fingers went down between
my legs and a large strawberry was pressed between the lips of my
labia.
"You
seem to be producing your own juice down here. I don't think this
strawberry needs any cream. Would you like to taste yourself
Marianne?"
The
question didn’t require an answer it seemed, as William plucked the
strawberry from its hiding place and placed in my open mouth. I could
taste and smell my own excitement on the surface of the fruit.
"I
think that the juice down here needs licking away, don't you?"
William
went down between my legs and began to lick my pussy. I was on the
edge of exploding with pleasure and he must have sensed it.
"I
want you to come, Marianne. I want to watch you come."
He lifted
his head, but his fingers remained to massage my clit, while he
thrust other fingers inside me. I called out as the most intense
feeling of pleasure that I have ever felt radiated out from somewhere
deep within my groin and sent shivers and goose bumps to my
extremities. I wanted it to go on forever.
William
took off the silk scarf and saw my eyes were misted with tears, but
they were tears of joy at the experience he’d just given me. He
bent over and kissed me hard on my lips. I could see an expression of
lust in his eyes. He hadn't finished with me yet.
Was
it to be pleasure or pain this time, or perhaps a combination of
both, given
in the way that only he can?
About
Juliette:
I write
erotic romance as both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine, and love to
write about sensual, romantic and erotic characters who lead
interesting lives, and who often have to overcome challenges along
the way. I prefer to write erotic romance, rather than straight
erotica, because I am essentially a romantic person, but I also like
to involve my characters in an exciting life of Dominance and
submission at different levels.
I am
British, love the rural life and live in a beautiful home in the
middle of the rolling English countryside. I also like to travel
around the world from time to time, and have visited some beautiful
and exciting places on the way. I am forever grateful that I was born
in a place and at a time to take advantage of the freedoms and
pleasures that are still denied to many people of the world. We must
never take such freedom for granted.
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