The world was a fast changing place and I knew the importance of a successful image. At the age of 27 I had created a successful online brand for myself. My personal brand was as important as my business brand. My father was a renowned businessman and I tried to distance myself from him as I forged my own path. I had a fire in my belly and a need to prove myself. I was the first born in the family but my father wanted a son. He arrived two years later, my younger brother. Throughout my life my achievements always paled into insignificance when compared to my brother. I won medals and trophies but my brother was lauded for the simplest of achievements. A distance grew with my parents as I felt no matter what my achievement it was not good enough.
My father had always groomed my brother to take over the family business empire and I was almost relieved to be able to find my own path to success to know it was due to my own intellect and innovation. No matter what my public image the anxieties and doubts were hard to hide from myself. As I built a brand I relied on marketing experts to run my social media accounts and my real personal life was hidden from the public.
I had begun dating Russell 12 months ago in a “whirlwind” romance. We met while I was on holiday in the Caribbean last summer. Russell was the CEO of a fortune 500 company and he looked like he walked straight off a runway. He would be considered the ideal man for most women but all I saw was the potential for my online brand. He pulled out all the stops to charm me and after a little resistance I gave in. He was ideal for the photo opportunities and the projection of a successful business and personal life but soon it was hard to hide the emptiness of the relationship.
Sex was an obligation once a month and Russell was obsessed with contraception. He always wore a condom and I once found him filling our used condom with water to check it had no holes. He always made me take the pill even though he was wearing a condom, his obsession with contraception was bordering on the insane. I never took the pill and I only ever took it in my teen years to regulate my periods. I hated the idea of a man trying to control me in such a way. I was no one’s property and I was never going to belong to a man or be controlled by a man. But for my brand why else would I be with a man like this?
***
Jag
21 was a big year for me as it was the year I graduated from University after successfully completing my qualification in computing but there was bitterness as soon after my graduation my father became gravely ill and suffered from a stroke. I had a job at a leading company but my family priorities took over. I had to take over the family business from my father and I felt the sacrifice was necessary. I did not want my skills to go to waste and I used them to bring the business into the 21st century. My father had been a jeweller and I worked in the family business from an early age but in this new age it was about image and tried to utilise social media to my advantage. Our small store began to gain some attention and I was proud of our achievements.
The likes of Sonia Patel were leading the field in this respect and she was an inspiration to me to have a built a successful brand but everytime she posted a picture I felt I could see an emptiness behind her eyes. I could not believe she was dating a tool such as Russell Cooper. He was the epitome of privilege. Their relationship seemed the typical social media driven fake relationship.
At the age of 30 I wanted to settle down but I could not find someone that appealed to me. A lot of the girls that I met wanted someone that would take care of them without any ambitions of their own. They just did not appeal to me on an intellectual level. Most successful career women would not consider me as suitable as I did not have a career of my own. Despite the fact that I ran a successful jewellery business they wanted someone that worked in the city. I wanted what I could not have.
I was less involved in the sales side of the business and I was usually found in the back while the sales girls were front of house. It was a quiet Tuesday morning when one of the sales girls called me out, “Sir, we have a customer that wants to have a look at the premier collection of engagement rings.”
It was around 3 months earlier that I had to take extra precautions about displaying these rings after we had an attempted robbery. It was a snatch and grab and luckily the sales girl had her wits about her and was able to lock the door before the assailant was able to leave but as a precaution I asked to be called on to the shop floor when the items were out.
I came out with the intention of letting the sales girl continue to make her sale but that is when I saw her, I was struck for a second but then instinct took over as I held the sales girl back and said, “I will handle this.”
***
Sonia
I had to push Russell into taking the next step in the relationship but he was reluctant and deep down I felt he saw me as a holding piece until something better came along. We had a blazing row as I brought up the question of marriage. We had been dating for 12 months and I wanted that next step before I waste anymore time.
Deep down I did not want the wedding or relationship with Russell but what I really wanted was the social media points an engagement and big glamorous wedding bring.
He stormed out after our row but text me a few minutes later, “Just buy the bloody ring yourself. You are never happy with my decisions anyway.”
Here I was at a specialist jeweller. My good friend Divya had recommended as they had unique designs. I always wanted the next best or one of a kind thing. I had to be unique or a trendsetter. It was the influencer life.
The sales lady had said she needed to speak to the manager when I asked to see their collection. Now a man was walking towards me. I was immediately struck by his confident look and smile. His smile had a way of disarming me.
He brought over a collection of rings, “Hello there young lady. I understand you want to see our premium collection. It starts off at $80,000.”
I did not like the way he said young lady. It was patronising and it annoyed me. I snapped back, “Well your selection maybe a little cheap as I was looking to spend twice that.”
He leaned back and nodded, “Ok. Ok. I am sorry I did not mean anything by it. My name is Jag. Let me show you the collection.”
I hated the condescending tone of men when it came to money. He showed me the collection and I loved the exquisite designs. He made the usual promises that they were one of a kind and every design was unique. He also said he would be able to customise any ring to my specification.
It was when he held my finger to assess the size and suitability that I felt chills over my body. There was a sensuality to the way we touched but I ignored it.
I was going through my specifications when he said, “You look very familiar. Who did you say recommended you?”
I hated being seen by fans or followers but it seemed like he would not be familiar with my online personality, “A friend of mine recommended this place. Divya Kapoor”.
He had a wry smile on his face, “Oh yes. I remember her well. Her fiancé was going to pay twice the price for an inferior product before she came here. It takes an empowered woman to know what she wants and not wait for a man to buy the wrong ring.”
I laughed and thought he could not be any more wrong, my man had to be forced into the idea of engagement and then wanted me to buy the ring, “I am not as empowered as I look or the ring would have been on my finger long ago.”
I found myself revealing too much but I found the conversation with him so easy that my mask was slipping, “Only a fool would not have you tied down by now.”
I though “tied down” was an odd phrase but I let it be and finalised the designs before leaving. It was going to be a 2 week wait for the ring.
As the week progressed I thought about my conversation with Jag and I wondered why I was not getting the commitment from Russell that I needed. It was our date night and he had booked a meal at an upscale restaurant. We had date night once a month as we both had busy schedules and rarely saw each other. It was a pleasant enough evening over food and I liked the ambiance of the restaurant. I was having a glass of wine, it was my third glass of the evening and I always felt my inhibitions loosen after 2 or more. Our date night always ended in sex and I was eager to get back to my apartment to fuck. I began stroking his thigh as a signal to get out of here. He leaned over and whispered, “Have you been taking the pill?” He was really killing my mood and my annoyance was building up at his obsession with contraception, “No babe. We are engaged now and I want to be ready for our honeymoon. You can wear a condom tonight.”
He pushed me away as he aggressively whispered, “Are you fucking serious? You cannot rely on condoms and we are never having kids. I do not want to be married to some fat housewife.” I was shocked and shaken by his outburst. He tried to keep his voice down but the tables around us were aware of what happened before he stormed out.
It was an exclusive restaurant and it was a relief to know that this exchange would not leave the restaurant. I kept my composure and left the restaurant shortly after. Once I was home I was able to let my guard down and I broke down my anxieties and doubts all coming to the surface. How could I be with someone that only liked the idea of me? A thin successful business woman? If I was fat, would I be a different person? I wanted to be loved for who I was.
My emotions were everywhere and as I got into bed I thought back to my exchange with Jag. He was able to get through to the real me beyond the image that I cultivated for myself.
I was feeling hot that night. It had been a month since I last had sex and I would have to wait another month before I was able to see Russell again but in my current mood I did not want to see him or have sex with him. I hated masturbating but my body was feeling hot and I wanted to relieve the tension in my body.
I began to gently caress my vagina lips over my panties as I felt my body burn up with desire. But my mind could only picture Jag and the more I thought about him the hornier I felt. My panties were already wet and I had a hand under my t shirt gently rolling my nipple as I felt it become erect between my fingers.
My breathing was becoming shallow as I began to moan, “Oh God. Yes. Fuck.”
I slid my hand inside my panties as I inserted two fingers inside me and continued to rub my clit with my palm. I was so wet and hot. My body was writhing as I felt myself hitting my pleasure points. I needed this so much.
I could feel my orgasm coming and I began to finger fuck myself harder as the sounds of wet pussy squelching filled the room. I pinched my nipple and that pushed me over the edge as I came in a convulsing orgasm. I could not believe I came thinking of some Jewellery Store owner. I would not be seen dead with a man like that.
***
Jag
I was finalising the design for the ring but there was something that I could not get out of my mind. I did not want her to think I knew who she was as it would have created a power dynamic immediately. I treated her like any other customer and it seemed to work as she seemed more down to earth and her mask was beginning to slip about her perfect relationship.
I called Divya to thank her for the recommendation and she was as kind as ever to say that we had given her a first class service and she could not have asked for more. She told me about Sonia and how she can be a difficult person to deal with if you did not know her.
It took 2 weeks for the ring to be completed and I sent a message to Sonia to let her know it had arrived. She called me to say her flight would be landing late and if she could pick it up after 8.00pm. Our usual closing time was 6.00pm but I told her not to worry and I would wait for her to arrive.
I was in the back working through invoices when I heard the door buzz. I buzzed her in, “I have the ring in the back. You might as well come through to the office.”
I liked to keep the office clean and tastefully decorated. I had two art pieces on either wall that I picked up from a local gallery. I kept the furniture simple, desk, executive chair and a sofa for guests.
She followed me in as I remarked, “You are getting the premier experience. Not many customers get to see the office.”
She laughed and I felt an ease between us. I motioned for her to sit on the sofa and I brought over the box. I could sense she was giddy as she said, “Wow. It is really here.”
She opened the box and took out the ring inspecting the shape and running her fingers over it. She looked so elegant and sexy I could not take my eyes off her. I asked, “Here. Let me take that. I need to see that we have the measurements right.”
She handed me the ring and I held her hand as I began to run my thumb over her ring finger there was a connection between us as our eyes locked. I slowly slid the ring on her finger and she was lost for a moment before she seemed to shake her head and come to her senses. She lifted her hand in front of the love and marvelled in the sparkle.
She said, “It is so beautiful.” I muttered, “You are so beautiful.” After a few minutes she took the ring off and was about to leave when I said, “I have some champagne in the back. Why don’t we toast to a beautiful ring?”
She reluctantly agreed and I brought out the champagne and some glasses. She was more relaxed once she had her first sip of champagne and we eased into conversation. I asked, “Your future husband is so lucky. Why is he not helping you pick the ring?”
The alcohol seemed to loosen her, “Perhaps he does not feel as lucky as he should.”
I held her hand as I said, “Only a fool would not worship at your feet. Divya tells me you started a business from nothing and you are beautiful beyond compare.”
I topped up her glass, “You don’t know me. I worked hard to build my brand and my business. But all people see are my stick thin figure and my daddy’s millions.”
I looked at her quizzically, “Online brand? Daddy’s millions? Stick thin? All I intended was that from what Divya told me you had worked hard to be where you are. Your business is successful from what I have seen and heard. You are beautiful regardless of being thin. You have an elegance and confidence about you and I admire that. Your fiancé must think this for him to be wanting to marry you.”
***
Sonia
The problem was that my fiancé did not think any of this, he only wanted the stick thin model type girlfriend on his arm and I deserved so much more but I never seemed to be good enough for my family or fiancé and here was a stranger telling me that I am ‘worthy of worship’. It was the ultimate compliment but if I truly was then why did no one else see it.
We continued to talk and I did not know if I was on my second or third glass but I was feeling more comfortable than I should have been. My mind kept going back to his comment of being worthy of worship so I asked, “Do you really think I am worthy of worship?” He looked at me slightly confused and I felt foolish asking as he did not seem to recall making the comment. I turned to leave feeling foolish when he held my arm and said, “Yes. I do. You are an amazing woman.”
I sat back down relaxing a little, “Do you really mean that?”
He nodded his head but there was an authenticity behind it and I asked, “What if I asked you to prove it?”
He looked me in eyes and said, “Anything.”
I did not know where this thought came from but I unstrapped my high heeled shoes and said, “Worship me.”
I had never done anything this bold or reckless before but it was as though my unsatisfactory relationship and sex life was driving me to take these steps. I felt a nervousness as he seemed to hesitate and I thought was he going to make a fool of me. Was he filming this?
But then he dropped to his knees before me and began to run his hands over my feet and I felt a sensuality run through me as I ordered, “Kiss my feet. Worship them.”
Without hesitation he brought my feet to his mouth and began to kiss them. I felt an exhilaration through my body as he began to suck on my toes without instruction.
I lifted my dress to my thighs inadvertently giving him an up skirting opportunity or did I want him to look and would I be disappointed if he did not look. He began to kiss up my feet and ran his hands behind my calves. I loved this attention from a man. My arousal was building and we had not done anything sexual. I could sense how moist I was becoming and I wondered if he noticed. He was certainly throwing glances between my legs but was my dampness evident on black lace panties. I bit my lip threw my head back as I felt the sensuality grow within me.
I looked down at his eager eyes and I hooked two fingers into side of my panties and pushed them to the side as I heard myself say, “Worship me here.”
He raised himself up between my legs roughly holding my thigh and making space for his head between my legs. He began to bite the inside of my thighs and I nibbled my lip as I felt the build-up. I could not help myself and I put my hands in his hair directing him between my legs. I needed this more than anything, “Yes. Worship me. Adore me.”
He licked and sucked on my lips as he licked the wetness between my lips. He then used his fingers to spread my lips and direct his attention to my clit. It caused me to involuntarily push forward against his tongue but he seemed to enjoy this and he deliberately kept teasing my clit as I wanted more direct attention.
He was running circles around my clit with his tongue and it was driving me crazy, “I am so close. Please. Worship me. Oh fucking god just worship me.”
I clamped my legs around his head as I felt ever closer and then I came so hard tightening my hands in his hair almost pulling it out and clamping my legs around his head as I loudly moaned, “Worship me. Oh. Love me. I love you.”
Almost unaware of what I had said and only once I came to my senses had I realised what I had done. Before he could catch his breath I apologised and quickly made my way out. How could I be so foolish? What if he told someone or spread rumours about me?
It was a few days later when I saw Russell and I felt guilty about what happened at the jewellery store. I had cheated on him but our relationship was already on thin ice and this would only complicate it further. We had the engagement pictures and it was important for both of our images to present a successful relationship.
We had arranged a professional photographer and for my post I had concocted a story about how Russell surprised me with a proposal in a horse and carriage ride at the park when the truth could not be further from this. Russell to his credit knew the importance of our public image to let our disagreement from the other night get in the way of it. It was a hit on social media and went viral as expected.
The reality was that my only real orgasm in the last 6 months came via the tongue of a jeweller. I hated that I lived a lie but this was my life now.
***
Jag
I saw the pictures online and I was infuriated. She was telling me she loved me but she was now posting pictures of her engagement to someone she did not love. I read the post and the whole story was a complete fabrication as I knew he did not select the ring and it was not a surprise proposal by any stretch of the imagination.
It just infuriated me that she could live a lie. I sent her message:-
“We need to talk. Call me.”
Her response was unbelievable:-
“Do not call or message me. Delete this number or I will report you for harassment.”
I could not believe this bitch:-
“You pushed me to do this. I will tell Russell the truth. I have evidence. Meet me tomorrow at Giovanni’s at 8.00pm. I just want to talk.”
She did not reply to my message but knowing her need for control she would be there.
***
Sonia
My one indiscretion was going to cost me dearly. I needed to get him to back off before he ruined everything I had worked for.
I went back and forth on whether to meet him. If I ignored him he could do something reckless. If I met him could I make things worse? He had a way of disarming me and I felt a real attraction towards him.
It was only in the morning that I relented and agreed to meet him. I just needed to know he would not do anything reckless.
I saw him sat in a booth the far end of the restaurant. It was not my usual fine dining experience. It was small family restaurant in one of the worse off parts of town but I had to just get through it. I sat down making my annoyance felt but he immediately hit me with his charming smile and I felt myself soften but I was not going to let him and I sternly said, “You need to back off. I am now engaged.”
The waitress interrupted us, “How are you this evening? Can I get you something to drink?”
Jag made her feel at ease despite the tension in the air, “We are doing well. Thank you. I will have a coke.”
I asked for a cocktail but in hindsight this may not have been smartest choice. I never made good decisions when I had a drink.
Once the waitress left he said, “The problem is you don’t love him and he does not love you. You deserve to be happy. Who cares what people think?”
I huffed knowing he was speaking the truth but unable to admit. I excused myself to go to the bathroom to clear my head. I needed to stick to my guns and get him to back. The drinks seemed to have arrived as I could see Jag having a sip of his drink. I steadied myself, “Jag if you really care about me you would leave me go live my life. Even if it is a mistake or a lie. It is my mistake to make.”
He leaner back in his seat almost visibly taking my words in, “You are right. It is your life. Just enjoy this meal with me and I will never contact you again.”
I felt a lot of my anxieties wash away as I heard this and I began to relax. Jag opened up the menu said, “You need to try the lasagne. It is this specialty.”
I laughed and said, “Do you know how many calories will be in that? I will stick to the salad.”
He raised his hands with his finger and thumb touching and he did a mock Italian accent, “Eh come on. You cannot go to an Italian and eat the salad.”
I laughed out loud at this politically incorrect joke. I was a social media star but I could never keep up with the latest outrage. An Indian man doing an Italian accent. Was this racist or cultural appropriation? I guess with someone you could trust it was just some fun. It felt nice to be free from the judgement of the world.
We ordered the lasagne and I had to admit that I was feeling more drunk than usual and I asked him, “What do they put in these things?”
He laughed, “I think it is time for another round.”
He signalled for the waitress to come over. He ordered a sex on the beach and I ordered a screwdriver and we both giggled at the sexual innuendo in the drinks. The waitress gave us an odd look.
We had migrated to the centre of the booth and were sat next to each other. The restaurant was quiet and we had a lot of privacy in our corner booth. It created an intimate atmosphere between us and I felt myself being a lot more relaxed and comfortable.
I took a sip of my drink and the alcohol content was still stronger than I expected. I asked him, “I am telling you this drink is so strong. What about yours?”
He offered the glass to me. I took a sip of his and it was really strong also. It then occurred to me that I had never shared a drink with a man but I was so at ease here. He laughed at my reaction, “I guess they make them differently here. Talking of sex on the beach. Where is the most risky place you have had sex?”
I would never be this honest usually but I was a little more drink than usual, “Oh God. This does not leave here. When I was in my 20’s I gave a blowjob at the back of a lecture theatre. But I am a lot more boring now. Tell me about you?”
He laughed, “You have to tell me more about this blowjob someday. This is going to make me sound like a terrible human. Well I was 20 and I had gone over to a friend’s house. We had known each other most of our lives. He was in the shower and his mother invited me into the kitchen. Well one thing led to another.”
She fell into fit of giggles, “One thing led to another never led to anything good. I cannot believe you did that to your friend.”
He seemed apologetic, “Well I was a young man and I was seduced more than anything else.”
She giggled, “I doubt the 10 minute shower is enough for it to be called a seduction.”
He was looking at me oddly and I asked, “What is it?”
He pointed at me and said, “You have something there.”
It was on my face and I tried to get it but he said, “Wait let me get it for you.” He reached over and he held my face as he brushed whatever was on my face but our eyes were locked in that moment. He leaned in closer and I could not hold back any longer as our lips locked in a kiss.
It was urgent and forceful, not like anything I had experienced before. I was lost in the moment as our bodies came together and I felt his hands caress the side of my body. He moved his hands up and he began to manipulate my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. It only caused our kissing to intensify as I reached out and began to rub his crotch over his jeans. He took this as a cue to move his hand back down and slide it up my short dress and in a matter of seconds he was in my panties and fingering me with his index finger. I fumbled with his belt and jeans but managing to open them. I began stroking his cock as he fingered me. I had never felt so urgent passion before, sex had become so cautious and methodical that I had never been carried away with such emotion before and I hungered for this urgent attention.
I could feel my arousal build and I sensed my orgasm was close when he all of a sudden stopped and moved his hand away and broke off the kiss and while out of breath said, “This is not a good idea. You did not want this.”
My mind was not thinking with logic and I had a need built up inside of me that I could not calm, “I want, what I want.”
I did not know what was overcoming me but I had buried my passions deep down in pursuit of the perfect life that they were now bubbling over. I leaned over in to his lap and began to lick the head of his cock. I looked up at him to say he needs to continue where he left off.
He held my head with one hand and reached between my legs with the other hand continuing his finger fucking. It was so risky to be doing this in such a public place but I was getting a thrill from it as it reminded me of my younger more daring days. His finger fucking became rougher as I began to take more and more of his hard dick in my mouth. I could feel his hand tighten the grip on my hair as he began to fuck my face and I loved this animalistic energy. I was so close and I hoped he could hold off and cum with me. It then hit me and I came again with this man who was not my type. I then felt his cum hit the back of my throat and I had no option but to swallow to save creating a mess.
I sat back up coming back to my senses and being aware of our public setting but luckily no one appeared to have noticed. We were both coming back down from our intensity and I knew this was only going one place if I did not leave, “It was nice seeing you but I need to get back. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
I tried to act casual as I reset my make up and tussled my hair in my camera phone. To my surprise he acted normal as though nothing had happened, “I need to get going too.” He called a cab on his phone as we waited outside and I did likewise.
We were waiting for around 20 minutes when his cab pulled up. I was still waiting and he offered, “You can take mine. I will wait for yours.”
I smiled thinking who said chivalry was dead but I said, “Why don’t we just share it?”
He raised an eyebrow but agreed. We sat in the car and there was an awkward silence. I was still feeling the heat from our earlier interaction and I whispered into his ear, “Have you ever done it in a cab?”
He looked at me with his eyes almost popping out of his head when I grabbed his hand and lifted it up under my dress. He began to continue his fingering of my pussy as I began to rub his crotch. He was already hard. I climbed on top of him as he continued to finger me. I brought him into a kiss, our tongues intertwining. I felt so horny that I could not control myself. I knew this was risky but he ignited something within me that I had not felt in a long time.
The cab pulled up and we pulled away from each other reluctantly as the cab had arrived at my apartment. I did not want to break this up and asked, “Do you want to come in for a coffee?”
He smiled knowing full well what he was coming in for. He followed me in as we walked passed the doorman and into the elevator.
As we got into the elevator he immediately pinned me against the wall holding my hands above my head as he locked me in a kiss. He was aggressive like never before and I had to admit that there was a dark desire growing within me.
He slid up my dress and I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel how hard he was and there was a hunger in both of our bodies. The elevator stopped at my floor and he let me down and I put my dress back in place. He had me on edge and I was eager to get back to my apartment.
As soon as I closed my apartment door he had me pinned against the door. I liked the way he took control and dominated my body with a hunger.
He moved his hand under my dress and ran his fingers under the line of my panties. He buried his head in my neck as he kissed me in my weak point as I felt my body go weak for him. He then whispered in my ear, “I only have sex bareback. Are you on the pill?”
The need inside me was too strong at this point and I only wanted him inside me. I exhaled and nodded my head to say I was. In one swift motion he tore my panties from my body and I felt an exhilaration at being at the mercy of this animal.
He pulled my head back by my hair while still pinning my hands to the door making me gasp. He then filled my mouth with my panties as he whispered with hot breath, “You needed to be gagged a long time ago.” I could taste my wetness and my obvious excitement made me feel shame but I could not stop myself from yearning more.
He lifted me and took me to the bedroom. I slipped my dress over my head and he unclipped my bra and I let it slip off. I had never felt this passion or desire before. I removed his t shirt as he took me to the bed. He took off his belt and used it to tie my hands together to the bed post.
I needed him inside me so desperately but he turned me around so I was on my front. He began to kiss my cheeks escalating to biting. My arousal was building at every moment and I moaned through my panties. I tried to speak but my panties muffled my words. I backed my ass back despite my restraints trying to gain more urgent contact but he kept on with his teasing. He then firmly grasped my ass lifting me into a kneeling position. I could only imagine how submissive I looked with my head bowed and my ass in the air. He spread my cheeks and I heard inhale deeply. I felt so exposed and humiliated at him smelling my most private parts, “Your scent is so divine and inviting. I want to eat your cunt until my last breath. I want to worship your cunt.”
I hated the word ‘cunt’, I had always found it’s use vulgar but in this moment I was not interested in sensibilities as I muffled through my panties, “Please eat me. Worship me.”
He began to tenderly lick and suck on my vagina lips, it was sending sensations through my body and I yearned for more, “Oh god. That is good. Please lick my like a Rocky.”
He began to lap my wet pussy from top to bottom and it felt heavenly. I began to gyrate against his tongue loving the sensation coursing through my body. I could feel my orgasm building and my gyrations followed the movement of his tongue as he began to focus on my clit. I knew I was getting close and I was soaking my panties with my saliva and my breath was as heavy as he drove me crazy with his tongue. I was so close and then my orgasm hit me as my legs went shaky.
He gave me a few moments to recover but he was soon behind me and I could feel his naked cock running up and down against my entrance. He was teasing me as he asked, “Are you finished or do you want my cock in your cunt?”
I pushed back against it making my needs known but he continued to tease me with his big hard cock and I hungered for it. I could not remember the last time I had a naked cock inside me. Men always wanted to wear a condom as they never trusted women to keep their word about taking the pill.
I moaned, “Please fuck me. I need your cock.”
My pleas muffled by my panties but he continued to tease me, “Where do you want my cock?”
I hated the word but I knew he wanted to hear it, “Please fuck my cunt. I need it.”
He thrust hard into me from behind. His thrusting became harder and faster as I simply took the punishment in my eager cunt due to my restraints.
He began to spank my ass and I loved the domination he was exerting over my body. I had never been restrained or dominated during sex like this before. This felt amazing and I loved every moment of it
His thrusting was becoming harder and I knew he was getting close just as my own orgasm was coming close. I moaned, “Harder. Ruin my cunt. I am so close. Fuck me. Oh god fuck me.”
His thrusts became harder and his spanking became rougher. I was sure he was going to leave marks but all I was interested in was my orgasm.
He came shooting inside me and the sensation of cum inside of me for the first time in a long time triggered one of my most powerful orgasms. I mumbled gibberish as the orgasm ripped through my body. My legs and body thrashing back against him. He held me to calm my body down as we both came down from our orgasms.
It was a few moments later and he left my bedroom. I became slightly panicked thinking he was leaving me in this state and I tried to pull against my restraints but he had tied me too well.
I shouldn’t have worried as he was soon back. He turned me around and I saw that he had a glass full of ice with him. He removed my panties and I was pleased to be free of it, “I was worried you had left. You should have had the decency to untie me first or at least brought me back a drink also.”
He was too comfortable in my apartment, “This is for something else. You will need to learn to trust me.”
He then brought a scarf of mine to cover my eyes and I giggled, “God. Someone has watched 50 Shades this week.”
I could sense his smile as he said, “Something like that.”
My hands were still restrained as I inhaled sharply at the extremely cold sensation of the ice against my nipples. My breasts were relatively small but I had puffy sensitive nipples.
I could sense how erect the cold ice had made my nipples. I winced at feeling, “Oh fuck. That is so cold.” But then he swooped down and sucked on my erect nipples which brought a feeling of extreme sensuality. I had never felt this heightened sexuality in my whole life.
He repeated this on both nipples several times before moving the ice down my body causing me to inhale sharply, “Oh fuck. What are you doing to me?!”
He calmly said, “Be patient. Trust me.”
I bit my lip as I let him continue and he moved the ice between my legs but as it touched clit it was too much and I clasped my legs causing the ice to be trapped. He strongly parted my legs and said, “It is ok. Just trust me.”
I took a sharp breath and let him continue. He began to circle my clit with the ice and I bit my lip trying to balance the sensation of the cold ice and sensual sensation of being touched in this way.
He then removed the ice and began to lick the cold water from the ice from my clit sending a powerful sensation through me, “Oh god. Please fuck me.”
I needed him inside me again. I just wanted to be fucked.
He came up between legs and removed my blindfold and my restraints. I turned him around and pushed him down. I yearned to be free and now it was my time to be in control.
I climbed on top of him and sat down on his hard cock. I grinded against it as our eyes were locked on each other. My hands were on his chest for leverage as I began to ride his dick, “I love your big fucking dick.”
The feeling of a hard naked dick does not compare to anything else and I just wanted to enjoy this moment with this hard dick.
I could see the intensity in his eyes but I was in control and I was going to go at my pace. I was riding him at a slow sensual pace and I could feel the pleasure run through my veins.
I was revelling in these sensations but I could see he was restless. He had an animal inside him that liked to be in control but he was going to have to fight me for it.
My orgasm was getting close when he all of a sudden began to pinch and twist my nipples. The intense pain and pleasure was a new experience and I came again.
He turned me over so that he was on top now and he began to aggressively fuck me. I could feel his dick hitting the back of my cervix as I felt another orgasm coming.
I had never felt this was before or experienced this kind of sex and then he came inside me again as another orgasm over took my body.
We had worn each other out and naturally fell asleep.
6 weeks later
I had not spoken to Jag since that night. The next day I genuinely thought about ending things with Russell and seeing Jag but then my marketing manager called and told me we had several sponsorship deals for the wedding. The reality was Jag would never fit into this world.
Russell patched things up with me and we began planning a summer wedding although he needed some cajoling.
It was then that I realised I had missed my last period. I bought a pregnancy test and it confirmed my worst fears. Perhaps Russell was right to be cautious and now I was having another man’s baby. I mentioned it to my agent before Russell and we agreed a wedding in 2 weeks and the immediate announcement of the pregnancy would be the ultimate social media win.
I changed some dates and convinced Russell. I said to him you cannot trust contraception and luckily his paranoia about contraception helped me convince him.