The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) (8 page)

We started to talk a little bit further when her date left to use the bathroom.  “Would you be willing to show me?” she probed.

I smiled at her, “Hmm. We will just have to see.”

Changing the subject, she asked, “What do you do?”

“I work in banking.” I didn’t give her a clue that I was working on an erotica novel, as that typically scared women away.

She noticed the scar on my arm and I told her that it came from a childhood tragedy on a subway, and that I didn’t even notice it anymore. She put her nails on the scar and glided her hand lightly across it. “Does it hurt?” she inquired. 

“Not at all,” I replied.

Megan proceeded to tell me that she had scars of her own. I asked her where they were from, and she proceeded to tell me a little bit about her past and that she was in an abusive relationship a few years ago. She was in it for quite a long time, the partner had actually stabbed her a couple of times in the stomach and once in the ribs. The stab wounds didn’t go deep, but it was enough to leave scars on her body that she was self-conscious about. She shared some of her fears and insecurities with me. “I’m afraid no one will find me attractive anymore,” she said.

“The right man will come into your life. Don’t worry about your scars. Be confident in who you are,” I told her.

She got quiet for a moment and then she asked, “What exactly do you do in banking?” 

I replied, “I’m in the mortgage division of the bank. I help clients finance homes that they might want to refinance or purchase.”

She told me she was considering buying a home in the area and that she may need my help one day. I still felt awkward because the person she had come with had long since returned from the bathroom and was sitting with her once again. I felt some uneasiness coming from him. It wasn’t really my style to come between a female and her date.

“Here is my card. If you need any help you can give me a call,” I said while handing both her and her date a card so that I could assure him that I wasn’t going after his date.

No sooner had I paid my tab and left, she sent me a text. She excused herself for texting me without giving me her number first at the bar. The essence of Megan’s text was that she had a really good time talking to me at the bar, and she wanted to know if I cared to meet her for extra drinks at another place to continue the conversation. 

I answered, “You know what? I am living life at the fullest at this point. Why not? It’s still a little early, only 11:30pm at night. Let’s continue the conversation and go for more drinks. Where would you like to go?”

“How about my place?” came Megan’s response, as she gave me her address.

Kelli commented, “Wow, that’s bold. Do you always have that effect on women, where they just throw themselves at you?”

Jake shrugged. “I suppose. Women like a man who is confident and knows what he wants.”

“So, what happened next?” said Kelli.

“When I got her text, I chuckled of course and wrote, ‘Well, isn’t your friend with you?’

“Oh, him? That was a blind date. It went sour from the moment we met. He wasn’t into me at all and only talked about himself. I like the fact that you asked questions about me, listened to my responses, and told me more about yourself. I really enjoyed the time with you. I live in a gated community. I will buzz you in,” she texted back.

At this point, I should add that Megan and I had an earlier discussion about food, while at the charity event. I informed her that I enjoyed cooking and experimenting with certain dishes. I read a lot about cooking, dieting, and health, and so did she. She lived in a townhouse, and due to the layout we had to go through her kitchen to get to her non-formal living area. I noticed she had some expensive cooking utensils on the counter and complimented her on them. She made us some drinks as we were talking, and I told her that I enjoy Cranberry Vodka after a couple of beers, so she made one for the each of us.

After a few drinks she got closer to me and lunged in quickly for a kiss. Once we started kissing a bit she said to me, “I know you are into the BDSM lifestyle. I want you to teach me. Tell me what it’s about and train me to become a submissive.”

“I would be willing to train you, but I do not have time for a full-blown relationship,” I responded.

“I understand. Right now I want to take things slow. I am trying to start my life over after my abusive relationship,” she stated.

We made our way to the bedroom, and I noticed she had a nice candle layout. We got naked quickly. “Do you have any belts and thin sheets?” I asked. 

She showed me where she kept them and I grabbed a couple of her belts and sheets. “Do you trust me?” I asked her.

“The moment I started talking to you I loved your voice. I trust you 1000%,” she replied.

I took the two sheets and bound her legs wide open to the posts and took a few of her belts and tied her wrists to the headboard. She seemed very nervous at first. “Relax,” I said to her, “Everything will be fine.”

“Don’t worry. Do what you want to do to me,” she answered, probably somewhat due to her intoxicated state, but it set things at ease.

I lit about 6 or 7 of her candles. “These are going to come into play at some point in the night,” I informed her.  She looked a bit confused. 

“This has to come off,” I said, referring to the thin strip of hair above her clam.

“That’s fine,” she assured me, “I promise to shave it off tomorrow or tonight after we have sex.” 

“No,” I said, “I’m going to take care of it right now.” I went to the bathroom and took out her cream and razor while she was bound to the bed. I carefully shaved the excess hair that was above her clam. At that point, I could tell that she trusted me 1000% because I did a great job of cleaning her up.

“Next time, make sure you are smooth and ready for me,” I demanded.

“I will,” she said.

“No. Say yes, Sir,” I commanded. She understood and promptly nodded her head and bit her tongue.

The candles had been lit awhile, so I grabbed one and dripped some wax on her nipples, legs and clit. She flinched a few times, but quickly realized that she enjoyed the pain and pleasure, just as I had learned when I lost my virginity. I didn’t drip any wax on her scars, but instead I kissed all of her scars. “You are a beautiful woman. Don’t ever let a man bring you down in that way,” I told her. She almost teared up in happiness.

All the wax had dried in drops on her legs. “I will be right back,” I assured her. I went into her beautiful gourmet kitchen and found a filet knife for cutting fish. When I returned to the bedroom she had a horrified look on her face.

“Don’t worry,” I said while calming her.

I then slowly and carefully peeled all of the wax off of her body. She was quivering and panting, most likely reliving the terror of her abusive past. After I removed all of the wax I returned the knife to the kitchen, reentered the bedroom and immediately released her from her bindings. As soon as she was free she lunged and grabbed me, “Thank you so much! I’m very much in love with you!” she said excitedly.

“You are not in love with me at this point. Just now, you learned what BDSM is all about. It’s about trust and being open with one another,” I said to her. “We are not going to have sex tonight, but instead, we are going to rest and absorb what we have gone through. We will have sex in the morning.”

The next morning, when I woke up next to her I found myself to be extremely hard. Without saying a word, I spooned her from behind and began to play with her nipples. I discovered she had extremely sensitive nipples, and started moaning and grinding against me. After running my hands up and down her body for a while and kissing her neck, I flipped her over with her legs over my shoulders. I massaged her pussy firmly for a while and then slid two fingers inside; she was soaking wet. Her pussy juices were flowing and I couldn’t wait to taste them. I went down on her slowly, and flicked her clit with my tongue. I started slowly kissing all around her juicy lips, and began to pick up the pace when I noticed her breathing got very hard and fast.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

Without saying a word, I entered her and pushed all the way inside. She moaned loudly and clenched around me. I fucked her slowly, letting her savor every inch, before upping the intensity. She was close to cumming already and started to moan louder. While still inside her and thrusting, I leaned down and kissed her passionately, first on the mouth and then all over her neck and chest. I fingered her nipple with one hand and braced myself with the other as I went deeper and deeper inside of her. She was practically shrieking by this point, and I knew she was going to cum hard. Sure enough, just a few seconds later her whole body bucked and I felt her spasms around my cock. With one final thrust, I came hard with her. It was incredible, and I knew she wouldn’t forget it. I wanted to give her a lesson in trusting a man, and showing her the type of man she should be with.

“Wow,” said Kelli. “That’s amazing. What happened next?”

“Well,” Jake replied, “it was now 7:15am. In spite of the great sex we’d just had, I’d been restless all night and something just wasn't sitting right inside me. Megan lay peacefully on my chest, holding me securely, comfortingly. I wanted to do something special for her, make her breakfast, and make her cum hard again in our next sex session. I slid my way out of the bed and gracefully made my way to the kitchen.
Omelette or Pancakes
, I thought. The answer came right away: Pancakes with berries. We will need the energy to burn off our intense, upcoming sex session.

I started to prepare the mix, thinking to myself, ‘
It should only take 20 minutes to make a few nice stacks.’
I wanted this to be perfect. Thankfully, she had fresh strawberries and blueberries in the fridge, and a healthy multi-grain pancake mix in her pantry. ‘
Organic maple syrup, awesome
,’ I thought. As I started to prepare the meal I heard a noise, and looked over to spot her phone, just sitting there on the kitchen counter. I was curious, ‘
Who is this girl, really?’
I wondered.

I picked up the phone and saw that it was lit up from a text message. I suppose that most men wouldn’t have intruded, but then…I’m not most men. So I opened the text and read the contents. It was from a guy, and it read: "Megan, I'm sorry about last night. I won't bring up our past again, can I bring over a few movies tonight and snuggle like we used to?" Next to the message there was an image she had attached to the contact details and the name of the sender. Mark: her date from the bar last night.

‘Fuck!’
I thought. ‘
Hmmmm.’
Maybe she wasn’t as unattached as she had led me to believe. Without a second thought, I replied back for her, "Mark, you know what, come over now. Be here no sooner than 8:00am, I'm making breakfast, let's talk."

:-) was the response back.

I put the phone down, turned around, and Megan was standing in the doorway. She was dressed in only my white button down shirt, as she made her way into the kitchen stretching sexily.

"Jake, last night was amazing. I can't wait to feel you inside me again. Fuck you’re good!” I stared at her, this time with distrust. I didn’t want to let her know what I was thinking though, so I pretended that everything was fine.

"Babe, sit down, I'm making breakfast." I furiously finished the mix, poured several pancakes into the pan, and chopped up the berries as the pancakes were cooking. Quickly getting two plates, I made two healthy stacks with fruit and plain yogurt, and placed the berries on top. I looked over at her, and could tell that she was quite impressed by my kitchen skills. However, my attention wasn’t on the food anymore. I was glancing at the kitchen clock. It read 7:40am.
Not much time.
I left both finished plates on the counter, made my way to the kitchen table and I sat down across from her.

"Megan, we need to have a lesson. Come here." She grinned at me, and I knew what she was thinking. She was remembering the sizzling hot vanilla sex that we had just an hour or so before. She was expecting more of the same, but didn’t yet realize that this lesson wasn't going to be pleasant for her.

She quickly left her chair and walked over to me. I firmly grabbed her long wavy hair and knotted it around my left fist, pulling her across my lap. Holding her down with her hair in my left hand, I started to firmly spank her ass with my right hand, hitting as hard as I could. I licked my right palm a few times to make it sting, I wanted to leave impressions on her ass.

I finished and glanced at the clock again; it was 7:43am. 

I threw her on top of the table, and while holding her arms down, I made my way to her thighs with my mouth. The spanking had shocked her somewhat, but she was still wet. When I flicked her fleshy button with my tongue she moaned, "Oh yes, please Jake. I need this, take me." I sucked on her thigh and bit down, hard, leaving my mark on her inner thigh.

The clock said 7:45am. I pulled myself up and she grabbed my cock. I looked at her, and placed my hand firmly around her throat. She eagerly slid my cock inside her wet pussy.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard." Still grabbing her throat, I pounded her furiously with fast, hard, thrusts, harder than she had ever felt before. Her breasts were bouncing up and down and every thrust brought a new sound out of her lips. She was panting like an animal and shouting my name.