Isnt it funny How a submissive subconsciously attracts the dominant?
Barney, the Tuesday tinder date was sweet, funny and spontaneous. After chatting and joking for only an hour he asks, “can I be ballsey?”
Come on then….. Why did you bother asking that?!
“Would you like to go for a drink?”
“thought you would never ask”
“Northcote in 10 minutes?!”
“Haha. Just taken Night Nurse so cant be a dribbling mess!” This is a lie. Im just hungover, tired and cant be asked to get ready and chat small talk!
So we arrange to meet Tuesday instead. NC at 8pm. Great and I start thinking about what to wear. He has joked about trainers so trainers it is, my favourite Liberty print of course (always a good test too).
Chatting and being silly in the day he informs me that he has a works drinks launch (he works for a food and drink consultancy).
I automatically think he’s making his excuses. “Is that you bailing on me already?” Or is he? “Or just informing me that youre going to be half cut when we meet?”
He proceeds to tell me that it’s a gin launch no less and due to my love of all things gin invites me. It’s strange and funny but then so am I!
I oblige! Why the fuck not?!
Im nervous. Im in wet look ish Joni Jeans, flowery sheerish shirt and lace bra of course, topped with my Miu Miu studded flats and Liberty Barbour (Phew, dropped a few names there!) I am shaking and sweating on the packed rush hour tube to London bridge. Still shaking I walk into The Craft House an see what I think is him straight ahead. He is certainly not as good looking as his 1 face picture and a strange mouth! He is cute and chatty but Im struggling to see passed his massive lips and bad teeth…..
We walk to the arches near by where there is a bar set up in the distillery. With Very strong martinis in hand, he turns work mode, handing out his business card and I never saw the bottom of my martini glass. At a second bar in Farringdon I feel the gin hit as hard as the sectret door to the bar! Few lines will sort me out. He gets more drunk and more annoying but I stick it out as we live around the corner and need a taxi home! He gets very drunk and not touchy at all in the cab (!). I feel obliged to look after him, so I make sure he gets home ok…… Of course.
The drunken vanilla date soon became twisted as soon as his bedroom door was shut. Pushing me hard against it, testing my reaction he watched me take my clothes off as he did his. Examining my lumps and bumps he ran his hand down my waist line, down around my arse as his other grabs the back of my head. Pressing his body hard into mine and pulling my in at the same time. My leg wraps around him and I feel his excitement rise. He turns our entangled bodies around and throws me onto the bed. With a coy smile on my face, He knows I’m just as twisted. “Spread your legs and lie back” I obey. I hear the rustle of a wrapper and wait. Heart racing. His tongue dives between my thighs and starts flicking and sucking on my throbbing clit. I clench about to cum. “Did I say you can cum yet?!” He is sat up straight and flips me onto my stomach. I feel his eyes gaze on my round arse and he smirks. His palm spanks me hard and the fire races to the surface. I feel the welts dimple and swell. He repeats harder and more. My fists clench onto the bedding as I wince.
My bruises have risen high it’s dark but he can still feel them. Feel the heat coming of his marks, feel the blood broken underneath. As he pounds me from behind he is reassured that he has hurt me enough. He knows I enjoy it but as a good dom he knows when his sub’s pain has had enough. I moan as I cum again. He pulls out a little out of breath and lies next to me. I know what I am to do. Still on all fours I crawl down between his legs and tease at first with a lick and twist of my tongue around his head. I can feel the heat of the blood rushing to his tip as I suck hard and it hits the back of my throat. His hands push me down further but I cannot, just suck as he realises, in long hard motions.
“You’re such a fucking slut! My ducking whore”
It just doesn’t sound right coming from his mouth. I pull away, look up, look into his eye and smile. My tongue twists again around his balls this time and I suck hard while he tugs himself. His groans become loader and I can feel he Is about to cum. I feel him tense in my mouth, grunts loud and long. I’ve missed the a bit that is on his stomach, but taste the final drops and suck him clean. His legs tense and hands grips my hair and he relaxes. I lift up and view his stomach, “clean it”
I gaze into his eyes, give a little giggle, hand through his hairy chest and collapse to his side. His hand on my waist and snores seconds later reassure me, he’s happy.
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