THE SOFA

 The silence was deafening.  The date had gone well, everything was perfect.  It had been a night to remember and she had eagerly accepted Michael's  invitation for drinks at his place.  Neither of them could deny the attraction, it had been instant.  He had stalked her in the office for weeks, making up reasons to come see her each day.  He never understood what people meant when they said someone's face 'lit up' until he saw hers do it, each time he entered the room. She didn't hesitate when Michael asked her out, and she was as amazing as he had suspected her to be.  But had he been wrong about the other side of her? 

After several drinks and enough sharing to make them both comfortable he had confessed to her of his Dominant lifestyle.  She hadn't understood at first, but as Michael explained it she grew quiet.  Now they sat here, awkward and quiet as she took it all in.

"So you hurt people for fun?"  She said, looking at her feet instead of at him.

"No.  I don't hurt them, I control them."  His hand shifted down his leg, smoothing his slacks as he sat up.  "Well some do enjoy pain in a sense.  Spanking and things of that nature, but that is all a matter of preference."

"Oh."  He noted the tremble in her voice that matched the subtle shaking in her hands.  "I don't think I would enjoy pain or spankings."

"It's all personal choice."  He moved to her, turning her face towards him with his hand along her jaw.  Tracing up to the back of her neck while they looked into each other's eyes.  "It isn't rape, you would always have the choice to stop."

She relaxed in his grip.  He was sure he was right when he felt her pulse begin to race as he neared her, but she didn't pull away.  His lips brushed across hers lightly as he reached behind her and slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress.  With a gentle motion he pulled the straps over her shoulders, his fingertips moving along her arms to her hands to help her stand so he could remove it from her hips and down her long legs.  He took a moment to look at her and she was beautiful.  Her hands began to cover her body but he stopped her with a firm command to let him look at her.

Satisfied he pulled her down onto the sofa, laying her back against him as he kissed her neck.  His fingers teased across her skin, enjoying the curve of her body.  He caressed her slowly, as if he wanted to memorize her body through touch.  She tensed and relaxed, shifted against him and moaned, responding to the confident way he moved his hands over her.

She turned on top of Michael, looking him in the eyes, so unsure of her feelings still.  He took her and pulled her to kiss him.  His fingers laced through her hair, pulling to turn her to give him access to her neck.  The moan that escaped her lips was of pure release.  Giving in to the need to handled.  He knew that moan well and it made him ache for her even more.  He sucked a her heck, tongue teasing the flesh even as he pushed her up and onto her knees.   The kiss grew deeper, tongues twisting together while his hand roamed her body.  Cupping her breast through her thin lace bra, feeling those hard tips come to life as he pinched and teased them. 

She arched her back, whimpering in their kiss when his fingers traced across her stomach.  They moved across her hips and followed the crease of her thigh to that soft covered mound.  His own need grew when he found them already moistened from her excitement.  The desire swelling as he pushed his fingers against the silk covering her sex and pulled back to look her in the eyes.  They looked back at him through the haze of lust.  Her mouth open, releasing a constant low moan as he toyed with her.  Her body shook for a moment and he pulled her up and onto the sofa.  Giving her a moment to relax to keep her from the release she craved.

Michael's hand pinned her wrists above her head as he teased her body once more.  Caressing her sides up to her breast, squeezing them and tugging at her nipple through the top once again.  He hadn't undressed her yet.  The slow teasing through the close turned him on as much as the act of taking her would.  His fingers pushed down her body once more, working her thighs apart and moving along the edges of her silk panties.  Enjoying where here lips puffed out the sides, caressing them until her back arched. 

Leaning over her until his lips barely touched hers, Michael whispered his desire.  "Tell me I can have you."

He heard her breath catch in her throat as his fingers slid down along the silk patch over her mound.  "Yes."

He pressed harder, his fingers finding that hard sensitive button and grinding it in a slow circle as he moved to bite her lobe. "Say it."

"Have me, please.  I'm yours."  Her voice shook along with her body.  He moved above her, kissing her skin as she arched and groaned beneath him.  Finding his way down to that treasure and taking in her scent.  His own moans finally mixing with hers as he took his first taste of his prize, knowing it wouldn't be the last.

Story By: mystermitch resident

Photos By: mystermitch resident

Furniture Used: ::WS:: Cuckold Sofa

Models: mystermitch resident

Chel Eddy