It all began innocently enough. I wasn’t out looking for a hookup but one found me.
I was out with a group of friends, enjoying early evening drinks, laughing and having a good time. It all happened so subtly I wasn’t even aware of what was going on at first. It was a slow and calculated seduction that started with one demand… one that both unnerved and excited me.
It wasn’t my intention to cheat and had never considered it before tonight but I couldn’t resist the temptation, pushing the envelope and cracking a door I wasn’t sure I’d be able to close.
He was roguishly handsome with dark hair graying at the temples, soft brown eyes and a dazzling smile… a friend of a friend and I’d never met him before. He said his name was Jack but preferred to be called J. A simple request and one I was more than willing to capitulate to. I couldn’t help flirting a little, occasionally allowing my thigh to brush his, or a simple touch against his arm. It was all innocent, stoking my ego as he seemed to enjoy it and all well within the range of casual. There wasn’t anything serious about it, but as the evening wore on, that began to change.
As our friends began to depart, retreating back to their lives, J became more brazen. My innocent flirting was repaid with his own not-so-innocent advances. When my thigh bushed his, I felt his hand stroking my flesh lightly, leaving tingling trails and electric sensations throughout my entire body. He knew what he was doing and I’m sure he felt every shiver that ran from head to toe. When I’d look into those brown eyes, I saw I hint of darkness, something dangerous and oh so alluring. Yes… he knew what he was doing and I could see his enjoyment with the torture.
Every second seemed like hours as he toyed with me, countering my every move with a much more unabashed one and his touches ignited something within me that I didn’t even know existed before. His eye contact was demanding, his tone confident and his actions spoke louder than words. I felt myself being drawn deeper and deeper into him and couldn’t see a way out.
As the last of our friends departed with fond farewells, my entire world changed.
J leaned in close, his face mere inches from my ear and whispered, “Go to the restroom, remove your panties and bring them back to me.”
I was astounded by his request and couldn’t help the shocking gasp. I looked into his eyes and fell headlong into them. He was serious; there was no light playfulness there.
A nervous laugh broke from my throat. “No, I don’t think so.” I thought that would put it to rest.
His lips twitched as he spoke, “For Me… you will.”
His tone was unchallenging. He didn’t expect to be told no and I didn’t expect my body’s reaction to his overwhelming confidence. He clearly assumed that I would simply obey and his assumption was right. My chest heaved as I tried to breathe and almost choked on the air but I found myself nodding and moving toward the restrooms. I was shocked, but my panties were immediately soaked through and somehow I knew that’s exactly what he wanted.
Each step widened the door I cracked open and knew if I did this thing, there would be no turning back. I was treading an unfamiliar path but my excitement was beyond anything I’d experienced before. My sex was swollen, hot and wet, nipples taut behind confining lace and my senses thrumming. My face burned as I moved to the restroom. I felt like every pair of eyes were on me and my humiliation wasn’t even complete. Bringing the sodden panties back would be excruciating but a dark part of me rejoiced.
As I stepped through the restroom door, I let out a long breath that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and felt a sense of relief. I wasn’t in his immediate orbit, but even the door couldn’t block him out. I quickly scanned the restroom, making sure I was alone and sequestered myself in a stall. I sat on the toilet, taking large gasps of air, trying to control the shaking and without even realizing it, I reached under my skirt and peeled the soaked panties down my legs and off. I collapsed back onto the seat, my eyes moved to my fist, the flimsy lace sealed in my grasp while my heart thundered in my chest. I raked my fingers through my dark hair, trying to regain some control of this situation but knew things were beyond my control.
Until this moment, I’d never considered the possibility having submissive tendencies. I was the head of a well known advertising agency; I had people working for me and was confident in my own right. But somehow, within the space of a few hours, this man had wrestled it away. It wasn’t anything he said, or did… it was simply him. His presence alone demanded subservient behavior and I was willingly following him down the rabbit hole.
I pushed the stall door open and was greeted by my reflection. The mirror didn’t lie and I was almost brought to my knees by what I saw. Flushed, panting and shaking, I wasn’t the same woman who arrived tonight. Gone was the confidence I knew so well and I was rendered speechless by the woman who stared back at me. Something about her screamed for this… even ached for it. I took a calming breath as I set the soaked panties on the sink, ran the cold water and splashed my face. I felt the sting of the cool against the raging heat, my body shook with anticipation coupled with fear. Glancing to my left hand, noting the glint of my wedding ring, I felt a flash of shame but I wanted to explore this new sensation. Consequences be damned. Looking to the mirror again and saw a different woman, one that didn’t require decisions to be made, only orders to be followed. I wiped the water from my face leaving the smallest hint of the makeup I was wearing. I still looked good, more natural and my rational mind thought perhaps this would make him realize I wasn’t what he’d hoped for.
Walking back out into the bar was as I thought, humiliation blooming again. My heart pounding while my fingers clutched at the soaked material in my grasp. I moved swiftly to the table and was greeted by those dark, consuming eyes. I sat and hesitantly placed my closed fist against his thigh and released the garment. His eyes never left mine during the entire exchange and I almost felt like a covert op… a spy passing sensitive material to a counter agent. His lips curled into a smile as his own hand closed over the meager lace and much to my shock, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. A pleased sound rumbled in his throat and my heart leaped in my chest. I’d never felt so mortified and overjoyed at the same time. I broke eye contact and looked nervously around and was relieved that no one seemed to notice as he breathed in my aroused scent.
“Good girl.” His voice was like black silk as it washed over me.
As those words left his lips, my entire body jolted with an unexplained intensity. His eyes roamed my face, saw how my lips parted and heard the soft whimper that purred in my throat. He knew exactly how those two simple words affected me. He watched a transformation that no one had ever witnessed before and I could sense something growing in him… unleashing a predator and I was his prey.
The rabbit hole grew as the door creaked further open.
He dropped the panties onto the table and casually picked up his drink. I sat flabbergasted by is behavior. I looked to the panties, a benign miniscule pile against the hard wood and a surge rushed through me. I wanted to scoop them up and hide them away from prying eyes and as I reached for them his hand closed over mine tightly. I looked to him and saw the shake his head in a silent ‘No’.
“Finish your drink.”
His touch and the short clipped demand ran through me like a bolt. I couldn’t see anything beyond the dark pools that now resided in his eye sockets. His man was something I’d never experienced before. He scared and intrigued me… and with each struggling breath I could do nothing but slide further into the dark.
My hand trembled as I picked up the glass and brought it to my lips, thankful that it was mostly gone. I didn’t sip it, as is customary for wine, but took a large mouthful and felt the cool tangy alcohol against my tongue before I swallowed. Placing the now empty glass back onto the table, I gave J a sidelong glance. I saw his lips twitch in amusement as he took a slow swallow of his own drink.
He seemed to have all the time in the world which made me all the more nervous and anxious. J seemed to exploit it. He squeezed my hand then released it, leaned close and breathed against my ear. “Don’t touch those delicious panties. Keep your hands on the table.”
My eyes fluttered closed as he whispered, his voice causing my heart to race and a hot tightening in my sex. I opened my eyes and saw him watching intently with shameless amusement. I felt his hand under the table, pulling at my thigh with insistent determination. He didn’t say anything, didn’t need to, I saw it all in his dark eyes and my body responded. My thighs parted as far as the skirt would allow and his fingers took advantage. I glanced nervously around and was relieved that we weren’t being watched and thankful for the low lighting. I heard his low chuckle at my apprehension as his fingers crawled up my inner thigh toward my obvious heat. I shifted, allowing more room for his questing fingers. I wanted him to know what he’d done, feel just how hot and wet I was and that he was the source of it.
The bar seems to darken and the patrons became a low buzz as his fingers skillfully found the heat between my thighs and begin to make slow circles barely grazing my erect clit. I gasp in surprise and pleasure at the tenderness of his fingers. My hips began to gently rock, eager to feel more when suddenly his touch is gone as he dragged his fingers wetly down my thighs. I looked to him, curious as to why he stopped and I saw something in his expression I couldn’t begin to describe. The look on his face brought it all to bear and I knew escaping the rabbit hole was impossible.
I felt his hot breath caress my ear, “Wider.”
My eyes widened at the idea both in fear and an all-consuming ache. I was trembling as I lifted from the seat just enough to pull my skirt up and sat back down. My body was in control as my thighs parted, granting him full access. No barrier, no limitation… the rabbit hole deepened with his sinful smile.
“Mmmmm, Good girl.”
Again those words and my pussy clenched and spilled out against the chair. My scent was rising on the air and with each panting breath I could taste myself. I ached to feel his touch again and could feel the heat of a blush crawl over my heaving chest and settle on my cheeks. I’d never felt so wanton and I didn’t even care that we were in a public place. The only sound I could make was a low whimper as my tongue swept my lips and my eyes met his. He watched all of this and knew he had me… his prey hunted and caught. I couldn’t deny the hunger and with a sense of relief, I felt his fingers again, making that achingly slow crawl up my inner thigh and sending my senses into overdrive. Every second was like electric fire and all I could focus on was his fingers. Everything else around me was lost in a fog of lust.
His fingers worked a kind of magic against my aching clit, applying pressure and rubbing slowly. His skillful manipulation sent blazing signals through my entire body, causing my trembling to increase and louder sounds to escape my throat. I couldn’t stop my body’s reactions as I panted and moaned, again my hips rolled against his hand but this time he didn’t pull away. This time I felt him maneuver the slick flesh and find my pulsating hole, the source of all the wetness. My eyes were locked with his, my body on fire with a need I could barely contain as his finger made lazy circles around the edge of the quivering aperture. He watched intently; saw the flush in my cheeks, how my chest heaved in dramatic breaths and the smile that curled his lips was so wicked.
J turned in his seat to allow his hand much easier access to my heated cunt and with his free hand grabbed his drink, taking a long draw on it as he played with me. The casualness of his actions made me blanch with uncertainty but his finger began to slip slowly into my aching cunt. His dark eyes glowed as they focused on every little twitch and struggling breath while his single finger penetrated. I could hear a low rumble in his throat as he began to wiggle that invading digit and felt my cunt tighten around him. He was so comfortable, not at all worried about the environment and simply played the woman who had fallen into his trap.
I couldn’t help the whimpers or the squirming. I was falling faster and faster into the rabbit hole and the dark unknown. My husband would have never done anything like this and until this moment, neither would have I, but J roused a person I’d never met before and she was an immoral creature.
I felt his hand move as he slowly pulled back and my cunt spasmed, unwilling to let the pleasure escape as my whimpers took on a keening quality. His chuckle was like a backhanded slap because he knew, without any doubt, that I’d follow him as deep down the rabbit hole as he wanted. I was well and truly caught. I sighed softly as I felt his hand move again, pushing that single finger back into the wet heat.
His voice was smoky as he growled against my ear, “You’re so fucking wet, Kay.”
I couldn’t deny it. His finger was playing in the proof and he began to slowly thrust that finger, curling it just a fraction, enough to touch my g-spot but only enough to make me want more. He continued to finger fuck me for the briefest of moments then pulled his slick finger free and brought it to his lips. I watched in amazement as he suckled my liquid lust from his digit with approving sounds rumbling in his throat.
The fire in his eyes heating as he said, “Heavenly.”
I was a trembling mess, hungry, wanton and eager and when I heard the bartender holler that it was last call, I about jumped out of my flesh. I glanced around the room and saw that all of the other patrons had left, leaving just J and I with the employees. I thought this was the end, my ‘free spirit’ would have to be contained again but J had other plans.
I was surprised when I felt his hand between my wide thighs and two fingers pushing deep into my core. His fingers curled and massaged my g-spot perfectly and my entire body thrumming while soft moans purred in my throat. His hot breath against my ear, panting and whispering, so low I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
My fingers curled against the table top as he worked his own deep in my spasming pussy. I was panting through my nose, my bottom lip caught between my teeth as he worked me closer and closer to the edge. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold back the impending orgasm. I was struggling and he saw it. Just as I was sure I would explode and paint the chair with my molten lust, J pulled his fingers free. I gasped loudly in disappointment. I was so fucking close.
He brought his slick digits to my face and I saw how they glittered in the dim light and was assaulted by the scent. He brought them closer to my lips and a devilish gleam came to his eyes
“Clean them.”
My eyes widened in horror. I shook my head, my voice caught in my throat, the thought of truly tasting myself revolted me on some level and as he pushed his fingers closer to my parted lips, I heard his growl.
“For Me… you will.”
Somehow I managed to swallow down the repugnant thought as his slick fingers caressed my lips. My tongue rolled out and curled, drawing them into my mouth and the flavor bloomed on my tongue, not the disgusting flavor I thought. A musky sweetness coated my tongue. I tasted a woman in heat and Christ how I was. I became the being J woke and suckled his fingers as though they were the only sustenance my body needed, my own hands cradling his tenderly as I lavished and slurped, moaning softly and all the while staring into the smoldering eyes of a predator. I worked my tongue between his fingers, collecting every last drop of my lust and felt him push them even further into my mouth and slowly begin to make thrusting motions. The look he wore said this was just the beginning.
He finger fucked my mouth and the gleam in his eyes intensified. I whimpered as he plucked his newly cleaned fingers free and took a long swig of his drink, polishing off the glass.
“Good girl.”
Again, those words… two simple and incredible words. He watched as my chest heaved and nipples practically pierced my blouse. He knew I’d follow him into the pit of hell. He knew and enjoyed every moment of knowing.
Deep down, I yearned to hear them. He captured a viable species that would do anything to please him just to hear those words. He studied me a moment before that brilliant smile curled his lips and he fished a pen out of his jacket pocket, scribbled something on the backside of a coaster, kissed me hotly, leaving me breathless and headed to the door.
I sat there in stunned and confused silence by what just happened. I noticed the bar lights brightening, hurriedly adjusted my skirt, glanced to the table for my panties and wasn’t the least bit surprised they weren’t there. I picked up the coaster he’d written on and saw an address. I stared at it, my mind as much a mess as my aching body. He’d left me wanting. The information he’d provided made me realize he wasn’t finished… not even close. I put the coaster in my purse and left. Once in my car, I pulled out my cell phone and searched for the address.
I looked into the rearview mirror, noting the dilated pupils, the flushed flesh and felt the tingling between my thighs. I could still feel his fingers fucking my cunt and mouth. He left me in such a state that no amount of rationalization could detour me. As I started the car, I thought to myself, Kay what are you doing? As I pulled away from the parking lot and headed into the unknown, every fiber in my body told me to simply go home and not pursue this, but I couldn’t resist.
I wanted to know just how deep and dark the rabbit hole ran.
