Teach Me Dirty (29 page)

“You’re still not getting out of it,” he said. “I want to know what dirty little things you want me to do to you, Helen.”

His words made my pussy flutter. “I, um… maybe some handcuffs?”

He smiled and led me to a rack full of bondage equipment. “Metal or leather?”

My face was burning, but I loved it. “Metal… I think…”

“Metal it is.” He took down a set of cuffs.

I looked around the place. “You said, um…” I leaned in closer. “You said you wanted to take me, in the ass.”

“Yes, I did.”

My throat was so dry. “Maybe some… toys…?”

He smiled. “I like your thinking.”

He took me to another stand, and picked out some beads, and some lubricant, and a sweet little purple butt plug that made my cheeks burn.

And then he made me check out the vibrators. He made me hold the samples, and turn them on, and even made me touch them to my nose to see how they felt. I chose a sparkly silver one that looked manageable, but he picked up a box along with it.

A body wand. One of those big vibrating things I’d seen on the internet when I was looking at porn and thinking of him.

“What else?” he said, but I didn’t know. He pulled me to the far end of the store, where they were still stocking DVDs that looked as though they were from the 90s, and pressed his lips to my ear. “Tell me, Helen. What turns you on?”

His breath made me tingle. “You,” I said. “Everything you do turns me on.”

“More than that…” he breathed, and his fingers ghosted my nipple, then squeezed. I let out a tiny gasp.

“I like it when you take control… when you’re… when you’re… forceful…”

“Yes…”

“…and I liked it when I couldn’t move. I liked it when you took me and I couldn’t stop it…”

“You like being tied up?”

My breath was ragged as he squeezed my breast. I nodded. “Yes. I like it when I’m yours, and I can’t move…”

“Yes…”

“I feel so... dirty… but so nice… so safe…”

His voice was low and dark. “I’m going to take you home, and feed you, and when you’re done, I’m going to tie you up, tight, and I’m going to make you come until you can’t take anymore. I’m going to make you come until you’re a delirious, delicious little wreck. Until your pussy is swollen pink for me, until your skin is clammy with sweat and your legs are straining in their bonds…”

“Oh God…”

“…And then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked. I’m going to fuck your body so hard you’ll strain in your cuffs and squeal for me.”

I could hardly swallow.

“And then we’ll see how tight that sweet little asshole of yours is…” The air left my lungs, and he smiled. “Let’s go home.”

I ate my baked potato on autopilot, my heart racing as Mark stared at me from across the table. His eyes had been hungry and dark all the way home, and I liked that. I loved that.

This was the side I dreamed about, the side I sketched and masturbated over and craved more than anything.

He cleared the table calmly, and I helped, and I could hardly breathe. He wiped the table down, and his eyes burned at me.

“I’m going to make this feel so good for you,” he said.

I nodded. “I want it to feel good for you, too…”

He smiled. “Oh it will. Don’t you be worrying your pretty head over that.” He took a breath and cast the cloth into the kitchen. “Are you ready?”

My body was like jelly and I didn’t even know why. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

He closed the distance and backed me up to the wall, and his mouth was hot on my neck. He grazed my jaw with little nips and pressed his lips to mine, and I squirmed as his thigh pushed between my legs. He pulled my top up and pinched at my breasts, and it was rough and needy, but it felt so nice.

He tugged the fabric over my head and pulled my little bra cups down, and then his mouth followed. I moaned as he sucked on my breast. He sucked me so hard my nipple throbbed in his mouth and I wanted it. It made me squirm.

“Please…” I breathed. “Mark… oh, God, please…”

He stared up at me, and I could hardly meet his gaze, he was so intense.

“Your sweet little tits drive me insane, Helen. They are too perfect, too tempting, too fucking nice.”

He sucked the other into his mouth to illustrate his point.

He unzipped my jeans and slid them down, my panties with them. I stepped out of the heap of denim, and his mouth was straight between my legs, his tongue digging for my clit. I took his hair in my hands, and spread wider for him. His fingers pulled apart my pussy lips, and he let out a groan before he ran his tongue over the little bud.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said as he got to his feet. He took my hand and guided me to the table, and then he guided me onto it, my ass hanging just over the edge enough to expose all of me. “Lift your arms above your head.”

I did what he asked without question and heard a jangle of chain before the metal of the handcuffs clipped around my wrists. He pulled my arms tight and fixed them, stretched above my head so high I could feel the grip of the metal.

He tied rope around my ankles, and hooked them around the table legs, and then he fastened them, tight and wide.

I was trapped. My body taut and exposed and open to him. I felt alive, and exhilarated, and desperate all at once.

“Relax, Helen. This is going to take a while.” I heard a plug switch and then there was buzzing. I moaned the second he pressed the wand to my clit, and he smiled. “You look amazing like this.”

I felt amazing like that.

The buzz of the wand sent my clit into squirms and flutters that were outside of my control. His movements were slow and firm, grinding the hard tip of the massager against the softness of me. Back and forth, pressing it tight, rolling it around and around until I groaned and bucked and toppled over the edge.

The orgasm was quick and intense, and I breathed in little gasps as he gave me a moment to recover. I startled at the realisation it was literally just a moment.

“Again…” he said.

My body was jumpy and wired, but he pressed that wand against my throbbing clit and made me take it all over again. The sensations built up so quickly – from squirmy to needy to desperation.

“Beautiful,” he said.

“I can’t… It’s… It’s…”

“I know,” he said. “It’s intense…”

“I’m going…”

“Let it go, Helen,” he said. “Just let it go.”

I was noisy on the second orgasm and I couldn’t help it. It ripped through my senses like a firework, rattling and spluttering and hissing its way around my body until I was yanking at my chains and flailing against the rope. Nothing budged. Nothing moved.

He used his mouth next, and I was wet and squirmy and noisy for him. He pushed two fingers inside, and he moved them around until I groaned. And then there was more buzzing.

“Fuck…” I hissed. “Oh, fuck…”

“Again,” he said. “Take it, Helen.”

I gritted my teeth and bucked against the wand and showed him how much I wanted it.

“That’s my girl.”

My brain unravelled and bailed, and I was nothing but nerves and muscles and strain. And throbbing. My clit throbbed and tickled and buzzed until I cried out his name.

“Good girl…”

He turned it up and I lost my mind. I started panting, feral and crazy, and my hips were bucking as he brought me off again, only this time it shot through my entire body, a sizzling jolt of fire and ice and craziness. I thrashed my head from side to side as it subsided, and he turned his attention to my breasts. He flicked and squeezed and ground his fingers into my flesh, and all of it kept me on fire.

I let out a whimper as he turned up the wand again.

“Relax,” he said. “Let it happen.”

“It’s so sensitive…”

“You’re swollen like a juicy little peach.”

“Oh, fuck, Mark… I don’t think I can…”

“You can,” he said, and pressed those vibrations back against my tender clit.

This time he fucked me with his fingers at the same time, and I was delirious. He’d slow it down, so slowly it was almost torture, only to speed back up again until I squealed and squirmed and threatened to combust. He tormented me in the most blissful ways, using my own body against me until I couldn’t even think straight.

I was sweaty, and trembling and babbling a stream of incoherent mumblings when he brought me to the edge again.

“Come,” he said. “Come for me and call my name. What’s my name, Helen?”

“Mark…” I hissed. “Mark, sir…”

“That’s it.” He turned the speed up and it knocked my breath. “What’s my name, Helen?”

“Mark! Mark, sir! Please, sir, fuck, Oh, fuck…”

“Scream for me Helen…”

I’d been reserved my whole life, hardly any dramatics, hardly any need to shout and scream and wail. It didn’t come naturally.

“Helen… I want to hear you…”

“I… I can’t…”

“Come on, Helen. Let it go…”

“Mark, please! Oh, fuck, sir, please, sir!”

He turned it up again and my clit throbbed and pounded.

“MARK, PLEASE! FUCK ME!”

“That’s my girl…”

“MORE, PLEASE! OH GOD MORE!”

The massager pressed tight to my swollen pussy, and it made me jerk like a fish, and when he sent me over the edge for the final time I had no reservations left. I screamed and bucked and thrashed in my restraints and called his name and begged him to stop and begged him to carry on, until I didn’t have any breath left.

And then I twitched. I twitched and spluttered as my body exploded.

He let me catch my breath before he turned off the wand, and ever so tenderly he pressed his mouth to my lips.

“Good girl.”

He uncuffed me, but I was too jittery to move. My legs shook and my hands felt tingly, and my skin was sheened with sweet.

“I can’t get up,” I said, but I was smiling.

His breath was warm on my ear. “What on earth makes you think I want you to?”

***

Mark

Helen’s body shuddered divinely – clammy with sweat and excitement. Her limbs were floppy and malleable, and she rolled easily onto her front as I manoeuvred her.

I smoothed her damp hair into a ponytail.

“You know what’s coming now, don’t you?”

She nodded. “Yes…”

I ran my fingers down her spine, and she released a delightful moan as I spread her ass cheeks. She squirmed at the exposure, and my eyes were greedy for her most private beauty. She shot me a glance over her shoulder with hooded eyes.

“Will it really hurt?”

“Most likely, a little.” I ran my thumb over her little pink asshole and it twitched. “But I’ll make it feel good, Helen. Really good.”

She nodded again. “Thank you, Mark… sir…”

I took out some lube and dribbled it along her ass crack, and she tensed. “Relax,” I said. “Easy does it.” I circled my thumb in the wetness, and pushed it inside in one slippery thrust. She gasped and tightened around me, so perfectly tight.

“That feels…
dirty
…” she whispered.

I teased back and forth, enjoying the sight as she loosened up.

“You’ll enjoy this, Helen. Trust me.”

Her hair rippled as she looked back at me. “I do trust you.”

I smiled as I lubed up the anal beads. “Take them for me…” I pushed them in slowly, one by one, and her ass swallowed them beautifully. “You’re such a good girl, Helen… my perfect girl.”

She moaned as I slowly pulled them out.

“Mark, that feels… that feels like… oh, God…”

“Don’t think,” I said. “Just relax and focus on the sensations.”

I slipped them back in, a slow rhythm of push and pull, and she groaned and gasped as I filled her up.

I loved the way her tight little ass resisted before sucking them in. I loved the sight of them coming out of her. I loved all of it, and my cock pulsed at the thought of being buried inside her.

She whimpered at the bigger beads, but didn’t protest. Her breath was fast and shallow, but she remained loose-limbed and receptive. And eager.

She was so eager.

“That’s… intense…”

“It’s beautiful, Helen.” I pulled the beads away quickly in one sharp pull and she yelped and tensed and shuddered.

“
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…
”

“Nice?”

“
Oh, God…
”

I placed the beads to one side and lubed up two fingers as she watched over her shoulder with wide and glistening eyes. I touched them to her asshole and her head dropped as I twisted them into her and she groaned and squelched and ate them up.

“Mark… oh… oh fuck…” She shuddered again, her perfect little hole clenching tight.