Just One Night (7 page)

Dominic sunk closer to her face, whispering
softly, “True submission starts when you realize that your Master
will keep you safe, even when you have no control. When you trust
him to give you exactly what you need. When you decide that you are
all in, up here.” He placed both his hands on her head, pulling
himself down to place a kiss on her forehead. Leaning back to give
her space, he waited as Sara had an internal monologue with
herself.

I don’t want to do this
half way. I want to feel more than physical pleasure. I want to
truly submit. I can do this.
Relaxing her body, Sara
willed her breathing back under control. Sara could see the corner
of Mr. Pearce’s mouth turn up in a grin, his face inching closer to
hers. Hovering over the top of her lips, he waited for her. Sara
whispered “I’m ready to just feel, Sir. I am yours.”

Slowly, Mr. Pearce pressed their lips
together. He sensually moved his lips across hers, licking at the
seam, pleading for access. Sara parted her lips, allowing him in.
He quickly flit his tongue inside her mouth, sweeping it from side
to side. He tilted his head, continuing to torment her mouth. This
time when his tongue reached inside, Sara hollowed her cheeks,
sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. Mr. Pearce’s guttural growl
that came out was a sound of pure pleasure, sending tingles down
Sara’s arms. Pulling back, Mr. Pearce shook his head slightly,
grinning with approval.

“Very nice, young lady. Now let’s
continue.”

Mr. Pearce trailed a finger from her chin,
down to her neck, over her collarbone, circling her left breast,
and then slowly tracing the right one. He continued his progression
down her body until reaching Chris’ hands on her stomach. The men
shifted positions on the bed as Chris scooted closer to her head
and Mr. Pearce moved down towards her legs.

The sensations began raining down on her
body from all directions. Sara could feel Chris knead her breasts,
pulling her nipples out from her body to the point of pain. Quickly
releasing them, he would suckle on the areolas, tugging out again
with his mouth. He kept up the torture as Mr. Pearce used his
finger to trace a circle on her tummy and across her thighs. He
kept up the progression, the circles getting smaller and smaller.
Realizing that he was drawing an imaginary bull’s eye around her
pussy, Sara tensed up in anticipation. Writhing on the bed, Sara
was ready to scream if Mr. Pearce didn’t touch her sweet spot
soon.

Mr. Pearce chuckled as he withdrew from her
body. Sitting back on his heels, he waited for Sara to still her
movements. Once her body settled back into the bed, he looked down
at her with a smile. “Good girl.”

The words of praise made her beam from head
to toe, her need to please him was greater than her fear of him. In
that instant, Sara realized all the things Chris had told her
earlier at the cafe were true. She was submissive. She loved to
please others, had been doing it her whole life, but a true
relationship had give and take. She had yet to experience the give
part to that equation. Usually people just took from her, and she
was always to meek to stop them. This was different. She was
receiving as much as she was giving, and it was wonderful.

Sensations raked her body, pulling Sara from
her thoughts. Mr. Pearce’s finger had resumed the pattern on her
torso, finally hitting home. He trailed his finger through her wet
folds, tracing circles around the hood of her clit. Sitting in
between her outstretched legs, he bent towards her drenched pussy.
He paused mere inches from her soft feminine curls, taking a deep
lungful of her erotic aroma. “Aaahhh. I love that smell.” Mr Pearce
buried his nose and mouth deep inside of her. The onslaught of his
tongue on her sensitive tissues was excruciatingly erotic. Using
his tongue, he licked upwards from the rosette of her ass, to the
top of her pussy as though she were an ice cream cone, the kind
with sweat cream running down the sides. The feelings were so
overwhelming, she wanted to move to deflect them. It was futile,
since her body was tightly held down by two sets of hands and her
feet were restrained. The feeling of helplessness did not scare her
this time, it made every sensation that much more powerful. Sara
felt euphoria.

“She doesn’t even need any toys, Chris. I
can make her come just like this.” Mr. Pearce twirled two fingers
around her opening, thrusting them into her sheath with one quick
stroke. He resumed his ministration with her clit, sucking the
nubbin into his mouth, biting down. Her body was overwhelmed with
fervor; Sara could feel the pressure building around his fingers as
he kept thrusting. Her orgasm hit with such intensity that Sara
felt like her soul was being pulled from her body, floating away
from the bed as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. Suddenly,
she lost focus on the room and all Sara could see was white flecks
of light as her body continued to fly. Her arms and legs were
weightless. This was more than euphoria – this was freedom.

S
ara’s mind starting
pulling her back towards the earth.
Holy hell,
that was wonderful.
Feeling lightweight and carefree, a
giggle escaped her lips. Chris had let go of her wrists and was
massaging her shoulders and arms. Feeling was slowly returning to
her body as Mr. Pearce laid his head down on her tummy, wrapping
his arms around her waist. “Good girl,” he mummered into her skin
as her kissed her navel.

Chris moved down to her feet, releasing the
straps that held her ankles, and began flexing her feet back and
forth. Flinching from the pain, Sara looked down as Chris was
caressing the skin on her ankles. Sara hadn’t realized that she was
straining against the bar until she saw the marks on her ankles.
There were deep red lines from where the straps were pressing into
her skin. Chris gently kissed each one of the marks, moving on to
rub the bottoms of her feet. The gesture from both of the men was
so tender, sweet, and almost reverent.

Running her hands up and down Mr. Pearce’s
back, Sara could feel the goose bumps that she was leaving in their
wake.

“That feels good, baby,” he sighed as he
rose from her body. He crept towards her face on hands and knees,
sitting back on his haunches. Sara face flamed when she glimpsed
the front of his trousers, an enormous bulge was straining against
the fabric. Grinning at Sara’s reaction, he leaned down and kissed
her lightly on her swollen lips.

“Thank you for your submission, young lady.
I will leave you two to enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Sara was stunned. She didn’t think that he
would be leaving already. He didn’t get his proverbial “turn” yet.
Sara leaned up on her elbows. “Don’t you want to go for a ride,
Sir?” she asked as sweetly as she could. Mr. Pearce guffawed,
shooting her a warm smile, as bright as the sun. “No, I am still
just your teacher. A different kind of teacher than you expected,
but a teacher nonetheless. Good luck with your studies.”

With that, he grabbed his duffel bag, turned
and padded bare foot back out of the loft, closing the door. Chris
stretched out beside her on the bed, lightly tracing her ribs with
his fingertips. He snuggled in close to her, their bodies melding
together.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, little one,” Chris
said into her ear. “I think that there are some extra credit
assignments that we could complete now.”

Sara knew exactly what he meant, and was
more than eager to please, “Yes, Sir.”

“Now, finish undressing me, baby.” Sara
unhooked the buckle on his belt, pulling it free from his jeans.
Fumbling with his fly, she grinned when the buttons popped apart.
She quickly began to pull his zipper down, guiding Chris to lift
his hips so that she could shimmy off his jeans and boxers. His
erection sprung free, jutting nearly all the way up to his navel.
Sara began gently caressing his cock with her hand, scooting her
body down closer. Leaning down to trace the lines on the underside
of his cock with her tongue. Chris moaned, tossing his head back
into his pillow. Sara slipped her mouth over the head, inching
closer towards the base. Sara let go of his shaft with her hand,
moving to stroke and weigh his balls.

“Oh, god, that feels like heaven, little
one.” Sara continued to give him the same pleasure that he had
bestowed on her minutes ago. Tensing up, Chris grabbed her by the
arms, pulling her off him, startling her. “No more, I need to come
with you riding me, baby. Stand up.” Sara got off the bed,
expecting Chris to get up with her. Instead, he leaned against the
headboard with his legs sticking straight out in front of him. He
reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He unrolled it
over his length, patting his thighs. “Come on, Sara. Climb on.”

Sara scooted back on to the bed, straddling
his thighs. Closing her eyes, Sara angled her pelvis to glide over
his cock. Chris stopped her by placing his hands on her arms. “Open
your eyes, Sara. Have you ever watched this part?” Sara shook her
head, resting her forehead on his. Chris continued, “Well, I have,
and it is so fucking hot. I want you to watch as I impale you.”

Sara looked down to where she was poised
over Chris’ cock. He released his grip on her arms and she began to
slide down his length. The feeling of fullness was nearly
overwhelming, Sara had to wait for her body to adjust before she
took him in further. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight
of his cock burying into her core. It wasn’t just erotic, it was
pure poetry. The joining of their two bodies in the most intimate
way. Sara was sure that her feelings for Chris just shot up to more
than just lust.

Chris tilted his head to the side, looking
deep into Sara’s eyes, reciprocating the emotional closeness she
felt. “Are you ready, baby? This is where you give me everything. I
possess every last inch of you. Can you do that for me, Sara?”

Sara knew the answer even before he even
finished the question. “Yes, Sir.” With those two words, Chris
slammed his hips into hers. Sara ground down her body down on him,
finding a rhythm together. A bead of sweat started to trickle down
Sara’s cheek as she continued to ride him. Chris’ cock pulsed,
swelling inside her, signaling he was ready to climax. Reaching
down in between their bodies, Chris put his finger firmly on top of
Sara’s clit. Sara moaned from the added sensation. Chris shuddered
as he dug his fingers into her hips, pumping up even harder. “Oh
fuck, I’m coming, baby.” He arched his head back, roaring with
pleasure. “Come for me, Sara,” Chris said to her as he came down
from his own high. The words were Sara’s undoing as she felt the
tremors shaking her body again as her orgasm sent shock waves
through her system.

Chris leaned back against the headboard and
Sara leaned down on to his chest. Still joined together, all Sara
could do was shudder as she gasped for air. Finally, exhaustion had
taken over her battered body. Sara crawled next to Chris,
stretching out like a kitty cat, settling her head into his soft
pillows. Reaching over the side of the bed, Chris grabbed the bed
covers, tossing them across their naked bodies. Sara nestled to his
body as close as possible, curling up against his side. “Sleep now,
little one.” His words were distant as she fell into a deep
sleep.

S
ara woke with a start, in
an unfamiliar bedroom. She sat up in bed quickly to take stock of
where she was. Reality began to set in as Sara’s memory returned in
a rush.
Chris, motorcycle, loft, spankings, Mr.
Pearce, hot sex.
She called out for Chris, but the loft
remained quiet. Jumping out of bed, Sara walked towards the
kitchen. On the counter lay her purse and car keys.
How did my car keys get here?
A beautiful origami
craft lay next to her purse and keys. Sara carefully unfolded it,
realizing that it was a note from Chris.

Little one,

Thank you for spending your evening with me. I meant
what I said, that your submission was a true gift and I will always
cherish it. I hope that you found your lesson truly educational.
You’ll have to let me know if just one night of submission was
enough for you, baby.

Yours,

Master Chris

Now, looking at the beautiful note as it
rested on her counter, Sara smiled. That was the last time that she
had any contact from Chris. In fact, he didn’t appear in her
accounting classes anymore. It was almost as if the night had never
happened, meant nothing to him. Mr. Pearce remained the same aloof
professor, but on occasion, he would shoot her a quick wink when he
thought that no one was looking. They never discussed the events of
that evening, nor did Sara bring them up.

The semester was quickly drawing to a close,
and Sara was starting to worry about where Chris had vanished to.
She never had the presence of mind to ask for his cell phone
number, and she only knew where he lived. Since she knew that Mr.
Pearce lived in the same building, she couldn’t bring herself to go
back there. It was close to Thanksgiving now and Sara needed to
move on.

Sara could hear her phone ringing in her
bedroom. Running to it, Sara let her hopes rise that the caller
could possibly be Chris. Her spirits feel when she saw that it was
her sister calling instead.

“Hey, sis, whatcha need?” Sara answered a
little more cheerful that she had intended. Bryn was a pain in the
rear, but Sara loved her dearly and was glad that someone from home
was calling. There was no response on the other end, just
sobbing.

“What’s wrong, Bryn?” Sara asked a little
more forceful this time. Bryn stopped crying long enough to say, “I
can’t do this anymore, kid. Mom’s hurt. The big door in the barn
came off its track and hit mom in the head. She’s banged up pretty
good and has to stay in the hospital for a few days. I can’t do all
these chores alone. I need help…I need
you,
Sara. Please come home.” Sara’s eyes glazed
over as the words that her sister said sank in.
Mom’s hurt. Playtime is over. Time to go home.