He was late.
Kayla shifted uncomfortably in her dress, mildly cursing herself. Following the instructions of a stranger who’d scarcely four days ago had teased her to the edge of oblivion and back was one thing. Her choice of outfit was another.
She’d come, as instructed, in a white dress and nothing else. The cloth was thin, almost see through. At the right angle, pretty much all of her was out on display.
For the second time in a week, Kayla felt like a fish out of water. The long, wispy fabric of the white dress clung to her skin and seemed to highlight her every asset.
Her every vulnerability.
And here she was. In the bar, alone, surrounded by men who’d been at best unsubtle about checking her out. She’d grown used to picking up these signs by now. Guys who would pass by a little too close. Sit one seat away even when the rest of the bar was empty. None of them made a move.
She hadn’t imagined what it’d be like to be so universally wanted and unattainable. But the stranger was nowhere to be seen.
The confidence, she thought, to leave her unattended in a den of wolves and yet be so damn sure that she was still his quarry. The thought made a deep, primal part of her stir, and she welcomed a familiar heat in her loins. Damn it, he wasn’t even here and he was already in her head.
Where was he?
Kayla resisted the urge to turn around and look for him. To appear mysterious and poised as she sat alone in her ridiculous white dress. She realized that the state she was in paradoxically drew men to her, yet kept them away. Beauty, she recognized, was simultaneously inviting and intimidating. If she were in a cute top and jeans, someone might have plucked up enough courage to talk to her. But the way she was, with barely anything left to the imagination, meant she knew what she was bringing to the table. It invited men to ask themselves if they were on par, and many men stayed away because they did not like the answer.
Her phone buzzed.
Good girl. Room 0451.
Relief and excitement washed over her in equal measure. He hadn’t forgotten her after all, a part of her squealed. How did he know? Another part of her asked. She could barely hide the tremor in her hands as she paid the bill and fled the bar.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal the entrance to a suite that occupied the entire 11th floor. Floor to ceiling windows lined the walls, the city lights glimmering mutely in the distance. The suite was dark, save for a number of candles that dimly glowed in the room. The bed, grand and pristine, occupied the center of her vision. The fact that it was unoccupied, a single candle burning on the nightstand, dimly lit, inviting her into the space, drawing her in with every step she took, made her feel like a moth to a flame. Sending her imagination reeling with the unknown possibilities of what’s to come.
The scent of bergamot from the candles filtered the room and eventually found her - a crisp scent of citrus and mild spicy hints. Each inhale brought upon a deep primal awakening that made her more and more aroused as the anticipation kept building.
Still, he was nowhere to be seen. As Kayla took a few furtive steps towards the bed, she noticed a familiar looking blindfold on the side table, along with a note:
Her hands moved almost automatically, picking up the satin blindfold and letting it settle over her eyes. Flashbacks to her first encounter lanced through her mind, memories and sensations so intense she reached out to steady herself. His tongue, his touch, his confident, firm hands. Kayla sighed. How was his effect on her so damn profound?
And where was he?!
“Good girl,” purred a familiar voice in her ear.
And all was right with the world again.
Kayla felt a pair of strong hands gently slide around her hips and felt Aiden’s breath on her neck. She wasted no time leaning into him, melting into him, as she turned her head and found his lips with hers. Just as before, every negative thought, every shred of hesitation, was purged from her being as they made contact. He was already shirtless, she noted, her bare shoulders brushing against the firmness of his chest. Her mind reeled with pleasure and anticipation as she once again felt his tongue against hers - the anxiety of not seeing him at the bar melting away with each passing second.
The rapidly fading rational part of her mind realized that this was by design and resented the manipulation. The animal side of her growled in approval that it worked.
He pulled his lips back slightly, reaching up to cup her face in one hand.
“The first rule of tonight,” he murmured, one finger hooking underneath the straps of her dress, “…is that you’re not allowed to make a sound until I tell you to.”
His hands danced playfully on her shoulders, not quite allowing the garment to fall.
“Can you do that, Kayla?” He planted a kiss on her neck and sent goosebumps trilling through her body.
Kayla nodded wordlessly. Breathlessly.
He released the dress, and she felt the fabric pool at her feet with a soft rustle. She stood naked and exposed, her nipples and vulva feeling a rush of cold air.
She didn’t even get this far last time.
His hands, steady and purposeful as ever, traced the contours of her body with practiced finesse. She felt his fingers trace a path down her shoulders to her waist, move across her stomach and up towards her breasts, teasing the edges of her areolae and making her breath hitch. She pushed herself back into him, her back against his bare torso and her ass against a burgeoning bulge in his pants.
“Been waiting for this, huh?” he murmured. Kayla could only nod.
Gently, his fingers reached around to cup the underside of her tits, before he let them brush lightly against her nipples one by one, the jolt of each stimulation causing her to bite her lower lip and her knees to buckle. But she was in his arms, and she knew he wasn’t about to let her fall. He teased her like this for what seemed like a blissful, agonizing eternity - her breathing hard, leaning her head back on a firm shoulder while he planted kisses on her neck, her fingers clasping at his pants.
“I’m not going too fast for you, am I?” Aiden teased.
Kayla wanted to moan, to beg for more, but there was that damn rule. She could only clench her teeth and shake her head.
Suddenly, he turned her to face him, placed a hand on the small of her back, and gently leaned her back onto the bed. She was briefly reminded of her ballroom dance lessons, but that thought was jarred from her mind when she felt her hands get handcuffed to the bedposts. She felt his body shift, felt his breath on her skin, as he planted a row of kisses from her collarbone to her navel. Each contact blossomed with a wave of pleasure that she felt throughout her body, and she lifted her hips in anticipation as his mouth moved further and further south. His hands roamed up her body, caressing her stomach, thumbs flicking across her nipples. She was being stimulated everywhere, and she had to clench her teeth to not let a single moan escape.
Well, almost everywhere.
Kayla drew a sharp intake of breath as she felt a feather run down her chest, circles around her erect nipples, down her stomach and traced over her navel. Between teasing and caressing her, he moved his mouth over her pubic bone, kissing the mound right above her clit. She felt his breath along the entirety of her slit, and her body began to quake. His hands began stroking her inner thighs, roaming out to cup her ass, just barely touching her sex, but denying her complete satisfaction. It was driving her crazy, and every other thought was forced from her save the fact that she wanted him to touch her there.
Then she felt his tongue flick her clit. Once.
The effect was immediate. A surge of pleasure reverberated through her petite frame. The shock forced the air from her in a belatedly muffled “mmph” as her eyes shot open behind the blindfold. Her body arched and spasmed, reaching for another hit of pleasure while recovering from the last.
She felt a hand on her cheek.
“You want to tell me how badly you want more?”
She nodded fervently. A thumb teased her lips and she greedily welcomed it into her mouth, sucking on it with an enthusiasm that rarely came to her.
“Let me hear it then.”
“Please. I want you so bad,” she begged. The words tore out of her, brimming with anticipation and lust. They were her first words to him that night and she was already begging.
He didn’t respond. Instead, she felt him moving down her body again and his fingers reached southward. She instinctively spread her legs apart to welcome him and was rewarded with the sensation of two fingers running up her labia, slick with her juices. They drew circles around her entrance, teasing her, torturing her.
And then she felt him close his mouth around her clit and her world bloomed with pleasure.
His tongue, that had mere moments before been working its magic on hers, seemed to double in agility as it toyed with her sex, flicking, twirling, licking. She let her cries explode out of her, pushing her hips against his mouth while her feet scrabbled fruitlessly for purchase. She was used to moaning sexily, alluringly, but this was different. This was an instinctual, animal response, her moans guttural and desperate.
Her orgasm, which to her had been building since Wednesday, made its impending arrival known with a vengeance. Her toes curled and her moans got drawn out as her body shook and shook.
And then he stopped.
Not again, her mind screamed.
“Tell me how much you want to cum.” He put his face close to hers and growled. She felt the thrumming tones of his voice in her battered, sensitive body.
“Make me cum, make me cum, please can I cum, please- ” she breathed, begging in rapid fire. Anything to free herself from this torture. Anything.
And then she felt him press something against her clit while he put his mouth on hers. A toy..? She’d barely registered the object when he turned it on, and white hot pleasure shot through her body as she felt a second tongue begin pleasuring her clitoris, while Aidan’s tongue danced with hers. She felt like her body was being wound like a spring, tighter and tighter and tighter while she moaned into Aidan’s mouth and the higher functions of her mind shut off one by one.
And everything exploded.
Kayla screamed, shook, and quivered with an intensity she’d never encountered in her life as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her body, her wrists straining against the handcuffs. She was certain she woke the neighbors as Aidan pressed the toy against her clit, eliciting surge after surge of gratification before she collapsed in exhaustion against the bed, the aftershocks of her massive orgasm causing involuntary spasms every other moment. She was probably screaming. She didn’t know. She didn’t care.
When Kayla came to her senses, she felt the cuffs being released and the blindfold dropping around her neck. She opened her eyes and took in her handsome stranger, standing by the bed and staring back at her with an even, steady gaze.
“Ready for more?”
Kayla, still giddy from the high of her orgasm, nodded, and propped herself up on her knees, facing him. Aidan seized her wrists, wordlessly resting them against his hips, and Kayla immediately understood. It struck her only now that she hadn’t even seen him naked and yet he’d delivered a world of pleasure to her that she could only fantasize about.
The thought made her instantly horny again, and she could scarcely control her trembling fingers as they unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his feet, and then hooked around the elastic waistband of his boxers. She could see the bulge through the thin fabric, smell him, and her mind was rapidly blanking as she gingerly pulled down his underwear and watched his engorged cock spring out at her.
God-damn. Was all she could think. His penis was uncircumcised, thick, and dripping with pre-cum. She couldn’t get an exact handle on his size, drunk on pleasure as she was, but she found herself celebrating that it was revealed to her, and that it was hers.
She wrapped one firm grasp around the base of his cock, locked eyes with him, and her tongue darted out to lick the very tip of his glans. She relished the taste of his juices, spreading it around, before closing her mouth around the head of his penis and bobbing her head up and down, occasionally opening her throat to take as much of his length into her as she could.
Kayla was rewarded with a deep groan from Aidan, a reaction that brought out an instinct in her she’d never known previously. She wanted to surrender. To give, give and give to this stranger that moments earlier had tied her up and visited untold amounts of pleasure on her. To let only her basest instincts take over. She was entirely, irrevocably, his.
She lost track of time in that position, on her knees, on the bed. His cock moved in and out of her mouth as she focused her mind on one singular purpose. His hand found the back of her head and bunched up her hair in his fist, and he began thrusting subtly, then more and more, as the first moans began to escape him.
He was close. She understood.
“I want your cum,” she moaned, her vice grip on his cock now pumping his shaft with untold fervor.
Finally she felt his body tense as he seized the back of her head, groaning as rope after rope of cum shot out of him. Her head against him, and she took all of him into her throat greedily. Happily.
When his orgasm faded she looked up at him with a smile on her face, standing up to reach his height and wrapping her arms around his neck.
“You enjoyed that, huh?” She teased, feeling a modicum of control for the first time since she’d encountered Aidan. He pulled her hips closer to him and growled.
“We’re not done yet.”
Good. An unfulfilled, carnal part of her snarled. Pushing her back roughly onto the bed, Aiden spread her legs, positioning his cock right at the velvety entrance to her sex.
She held her breath. This was it.
The first contact between their genitals lanced pleasure through her nerve centers. A distant part of her noted that he wasn’t wearing a condom. It thought about the guys she’d thrown out of bed for refusing to use protection. Then she grabbed that thought, stuffed it in a box, chained it shut, and kicked it down into the cellar.
“Take me.” she begged, her eyes large, pupils dilated.
His cock pushed excruciatingly slowly against her pussy, parting her lips as it smeared pre-cum and her juices and caused her eyes to roll up into her head. He paused here, letting her relish in the sensations, before pulling slightly back out, and then barely into her again, teasing her with just the tip. She moaned, her vagina clamping down fruitlessly on an empty space, frustrated that all of him wasn’t in all of her.
“Whose is this?” he asked, one hand tightening its grip on her ass.
“Yours…” she replied, her voice shaking.
He seized her chin and turned her to him, leveling her gaze to his.
“You don’t seem sure.”
“Yours,” she repeated, the surrender clear in her voice.
“And what do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me…please.” She felt no shame, only surrender, as she consigned herself to the demands of her baser instincts.
Then she felt him sink his entire shaft into her in one deep stroke and cried out loud.
It was good. It was so damn good she wanted to cry.
This was what it was like to wait a week to be pleasured. Aiden continued pinning her arms above her head, making smooth, long strokes that caused her to struggle to breathe, her moans ringing out into the night. She could scarcely moan, each thrust causing her pussy to clench down hard on him as he pumped himself into her again and again.
Then he withdrew, her insides clamping down in vain in his cock’s sudden absence, and stood her up, marching over to one of the massive windows in the suite.
She was only too happy to comply.
Her nipples were acutely aware of the cold glass as he pushed her head against the window and drove himself into her from behind. For the first time that night she felt his size in its entirety as he pounded into her cervix, the sensations causing her mouth to gape while she struggled to take him.
“Slower?” he teased. He knew damn well what the answer was.
“No.” More. More.
She knew that any number of people from the neighboring buildings could be watching. Hell, she’d made several offhanded jokes at her many stays in hotels. Now she was one of those women being pressed against a glass window, and she wanted to be nowhere else.
She felt her face pressed up against the cold surface and her pussy erupt in pleasure over and over again as he slammed into her. In and out. In and out. All proprietary was out the window - she cried out with each thrust and watched her spit fall to the floor, her modesty long forgotten. The lights of the city blurred in and out of focus. Was she crying? Probably. Was it good? Hell yes.
After what felt like eternity and no time at all, Aiden pulled out, his sweat slicked chest heaving with effort, and he walked over to the bedside table. He locked eyes with her.
“On the couch.”
Kayla was breathless. Spent. But she wasn’t done. She was going to take everything she could get. Everything this man could give. She watched him pull out another toy from the dresser. She actually recognized this one - a wand. A familiar friend to her nightly routine, but this time it was different as she never had another player in the mix.
She watched him saunter over with bated breath, trying in vain to regulate her breathing, her nethers throbbing with desire.
He sat down on the couch, this calm, beautiful man, and motioned her onto him.
“Face away from me.”
Reverse cowgirl. Kayla wasn’t normally a fan, but she positioned herself over him and settled down, letting out a soft moan as the man she was rapidly becoming familiar with entered her again.
“Spread your legs.” Such simple commands. Good. She wasn’t sure she was capable of comprehending much more. Cock-drunk was what her friends called it. She was cock-drunk.
Then he started thrusting upwards into her, and all thoughts of not a fan of reverse cowgirl were instantly gone. Everyone else was just doing it wrong. She arched her back and cried out, her voice becoming increasingly ragged. He slammed into her g-spot over and over again, and she rapidly felt the pressure of a deeper, harder, orgasm, begin to rumble in her gut. An ex had only achieved this with her once, when he’d fingered her to climax. This was on another level, though. No one had penetrated Kayla to a G-spot orgasm before.
She wasn’t even moaning properly anymore. Kayla’s mind was all but destroyed, feeling every thrust in a sharp injection of pleasure and pain. Her burgeoning orgasm grew and grew, and when she began to shake Aiden reached around with the wand and activated the vibrating device against her clit.
The resulting sensation was a blinding crescendo of fire. Kayla felt like she was having two orgasms at once, both waves of pleasure crashing together into one torrent of bliss.. Her voice caught in her throat as it tried in vain to keep up, but she was gone. Shaking, crying, screaming, as the strength of her orgasm forced Aiden out of her and turned her into a quaking, mewling puddle. She thought the orgasm would never end. She didn’t want the orgasms to end.
And Aiden didn’t let her recover.
Aiden smoothly aligned himself, put her legs on his shoulders, and began pounding her into the ground. He caught her while she gyrated and twisted, her body wracked with pleasure, and pinned her against the couch.
Every touch was beautiful agony now. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed against her and radiated outwards into her fingertips, each aftershock increasing her sensitivity to touch, one climax rolling into the next.
A series of deep thrusts later, Aiden plunged himself one final time into her and let loose one guttural moan, emptying himself into her while she gave herself over to him, their orgasms crashing and rolling as they held onto each other for dear life.
Moments later, when Kayla finally returned to her senses, still entangled in the arms of her new favorite person, she crawled up to his chest, covered in all manner of fluids, and smiled softly at him.
The rest of the night passed in snippets - vignettes of post coital bliss. She remembered a strong pair of arms enveloping her shoulders as hot water cascaded over them, washing away the stains of the night but not the memories. Never the memories. She remembered pressing her face against his chest while he held her, his cock level with her lower belly and tempting her for round… three? Six? Who could tell at this point. She didn’t go for it though. She just let him hold her while she basked in the afterglow.
“I don’t…know anything about you.” she murmured, kissing him lightly for what must’ve been the hundredth time that evening.
“You will.” he smiled back.
“So why me?” Kayla, lost in thought, stared at the rivulets of water running off his body, pressing her heat against his.
Aiden took a second to respond.
“You were looking for something different,” he mused.
“You weren’t at the bar as prey, passively waiting to be picked up. You were there as a huntress, and I respect that,” Aiden continued.
“You pick up a lot of ‘huntresses’ then?” She teased, one finger coyly jabbing into his chest.
“Not usually, no.” Aiden held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She felt like she could melt.
“Gonna make me close my eyes while you disappear again?”
“Not this time. We’re only just getting started.”
Written by featured writer:
Freelance Singaporean writer based in Los Angeles
Embers by Amber