A Taste of Sarah Ch. 04

Sarah didn't remember much after that. The release of a months, pent up, frustration meant that she had been unable to prevent her eyes from falling shut in the heavy night air. After a short period, she had been dimly aware of being awoken and half led, half carried, back to Luke's flat. This journey had passed for her in a blissful trance until she once again found herself laying in his arms. Deep dreamless sleep had taken them both after that.

She awoke, nestled in his broad arms. She wriggled back so that her she sunk even further into the warmth of his chest, her body rising and falling to the rhythm of his breath, like a boat in the tide. He stirred and Sarah felt the first flutters of panic. She wasn't sure how to act. Did she need to be back in role? Outside of the power play they still barely knew each other.

There was a contented growl behind her and Luke whispered in her ear. "Morning". She looked over her shoulder to find Luke grinning at her. "Morning" she replied, blushing furiously. Then, caught in two minds, she whispered a hesitant "master". His expression changed. His eyes widened and there was an intake of breath from his arousal. She thought she saw a flash of something else in his eyes also, something sad and disquieting. However, there was no mistaking his other reactions and as his hardness grew against her, her mind emptied in contentment and her body was once again on fire.

He rolled towards her and was quickly between her legs. His tongue delved deep inside her before his lips softly encircled her clit. The intensity came in waves. One minute she was arching her back and moaning "I'm close master, I'm close!" and then the intensity subsided and she was laying there trembling. She went from peak to trough so many times that she was semi-delirious when he eventually raised his head leaving her orgasm unspent. "Make me cum with your mouth" he said simply and pulled her by the hair towards him.

Her mouth was open instantly, eagerly awaiting his velveteen hardness between her lips. Her tongue engulfed the head and she sucked up and down greedily. She was desperate to pleasure him; never had she relished the sensation of a throbbing cock in her mouth so much. Her efforts increased in intensity and with every groan he gave out she pushed the cock deeper and deeper, proudly showing off her diligent practice with the glass dildo. The tip of his cock broke through and slipped into her throat. His moans reached new heights and these were quickly matched by her own whimpers. She desperately closed her eyes, willing her gaging to subside long enough to get her prize. With one last grunt, thick hot liquid poured into her mouth. She coughed and spluttered but there was no way she was losing it. Instinctively she knew what was required of her. She held the tingling mouthful and looked up at Luke. "Swallow" he said, and she did, savouring the look in his eye as it slipped down.

They had spent some time in each other's arms after that watching a film. Sarah once again enjoying playing with her new found submissiveness. It was ironic that such tranquillity could go hand in hand with such sexual frustration. Sub space they called it she dimly recalled. Not that she wanted to be like this all the time, but it was such a refreshing escape not to think, just to follow orders. Sarah was dimly aware that the disquiet she had sensed in Luke earlier had returned below the surface but she found it surprisingly easy to let that thought out of her mind.

Time ticked on and eventually Sarah was forced to extricate herself to go and change for that evening's rehearsal. After a long kiss and a promise from Luke that he would be there to see the performance on Friday, Sarah ran to catch a bus. As she sat in the city traffic the afterglow of zen submissiveness finally started to slip. She could hardly believe what had happened to her over the last few weeks. Her sex life had gone from non-existent to pure fantasy and what's more she had taken every new adventure completely in her stride. Then there was Luke. Even aside from the pure eroticism he invoked in her, he was pretty perfect. She hadn't quite been getting the butterflies that every romance novel told her she aught to but he had her reaching such peaks of arousal, that some of the intimacy and tenderness hadn't had a chance build yet. It would. Give it time.

Over the next few days the normal texts and story had continued and Sarah found herself quickly reaching her previous levels of frustration. She was desperate to see him again, to feel him again. They were just finishing up their last rehearsal, and like every other day recently, Sarah was acutely conscious of how wet she was as she danced. She went straight to the toilet and pulled down her pants. There was no preamble, her hand went straight between her legs and she started rubbing her clit furiously. Three times she went to the brink and stopped. With a sigh she rose and prepared herself for the performance.

She couldn't see him in the audience but she could feel his presence. She danced with abandon as she had all week and she knew that it was the best performance she had ever given. When it was all over he was waiting for here by the theatre exit. "Enchanting! You were incredible!". She trembled at the arousal in his eyes. They walked together in silence, held close, until they reached quieter streets. Luke gave her a package. "Open it." She carefully unwrapped a black strappy leather body suit. It started with a collar and clearly left the whole breast exposed. There were more strips like black webbing and it was also clearly crotchless. He took her long black coat from her shoulders. "Put it on" she hesitated but only for a moment. She trusted him completely. Without rushing she striped before him and entangled herself in the outfit. He slid her coat over her bare shoulders and lead her back to busier streets.

"If we get even close to your limits you just have to say stop" Luke whisper as they reached an unremarkable door. Sarah nodded and he led her inside. Once the door was closed, he took her coat and lead her onwards. They entered a big room, softly lit with large sofas all around the outskirts. There were bodies writhing everywhere. A blond woman was sat watching Sarah intently. She was tall and athletic but her features retained a certain delicacy. Luke's lips brushed her ear, "I want you to go over and offer yourself to her".

Sarah shuddered but found herself taking first one step, then another, towards the woman. A small voice in her head was reminding her that this was new, that she should be embarrassed but she found it surprisingly easy to ignore. She simply wanted to obey. It didn't matter that she was inexperienced, she just had to follow instructions. She knelt before the woman who was reclined languidly and lowered her head. "I am yours mistress". The woman's perfume hit her. Sophisticated, with a subtle sweetness, it was tantalising and Sarah yearned to touch woman's smooth skin.

The woman smiled. "I'm Anna. Your first time with a woman?" Sarah nodded. "MMM that's hot" Anna sighed and spread her legs pulling the red fabric of her underwear aside. "Come here then" Sarah crawled forward until she was between the woman's legs waiting breathlessly, taking in the musky, heady scent of the woman's sex. She felt Anna's hands around her head. "Tongue out" came the order and then her head was engulfed by the woman's wetness. "Penetrate me" came Anna's moaned instruction and Sarah greedily thrust her tongue between the soft wet lips, savouring her first taste. "Keep your tongue soft" Anna moaned and Anna's hands started roughly guiding Sarah's head up and down in long strokes. Sarah felt her tongue gliding between Anna's soaking folds and then Anna's hips were thrusting up to meet her. She was grinding her clit against Sarah's tongue and lips, using Sarah mouth like nothing more than a toy.

Sarah was so engrossed that she didn't realise Luke was behind her. Even when the riding crop trailed up her inside leg she didn't register. The impact came just as Anna's cries reached crescendo and Sarah's shocked cry was lost between Anna's legs. The weight of the blow was tuned perfectly just heavy enough to sting. A steady rain of such blows came down and Anna came over Sarah's whimpering mouth.

A crowd of people had gathered around them. Many men, stroking hard cocks. The steady blows kept raining down and Sarah kept whimpering. Subconsciously she opened her mouth as she stared at the nearest cock. Luke murmured his approval and the man needed no further inducement to walk forwards and thrust his cock in Sarah's waiting mouth. Time became blurry at that point. The steady whipping combined with the men around her brought Sarah to new levels of submissiveness. Trance like, she just wanted to serve, to please. Load after load of cum shot into Sarah's mouth and each time she reached for the next cock ever more greedily.

It was only when she felt a steady pressure against her puckered anus that she paused. She felt the cold drop of lube against her and moaned around the erection in her full mouth as Luke's cock speared her ass, filling her. Then his was thrusting hard, forcing her throat onto the man as yet another hot load slipped down her throat. She pulled her head back with an animal cry, as her ass clenched uncontrollably against Luke's invasion. Then with Luke's fingers reaching her clit and the whispered "cum for me" in her ear, the orgasm took her.

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Not long after she came on the grass, Luke felt Sarah's body relax and melt into sleep. He moved round beside her, watching her head lol peacefully. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He allowed her a couple of minutes and then reluctantly rose and dressed, before coaxing her to her feet and into her dress. She leaned drunkenly against him and he guided her slowly home through the night. He realised at that moment, with his arm round her waist and the scent of her hair in his nostrils' that he couldn't remember being this content. As he reached the door to his flat, she was murmuring quietly, her eyes closed, barely awake. He leaned her beside the door, opened it, and then carried her to bed. He slept deeply and dreamlessly with her skin melded to his.

He awoke to the sun beaming through the window and Sarah nestling contentedly against him. With a smile he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Morning" he whispered nuzzling her neck. He realised he was grinning from ear to ear. She turned, looking unsure. "Morning, master." He faltered at that. This felt like a familiar path. Once he had started a submissive dynamic, it was so hard to break out of it and connect. Sarah was still submissive. Was this to be another case where he tried to constantly maintain dominance and then eventually burnt out. However as these thoughts went through his head, his body was already betraying him. His arousal pressed hard against her, bypassing his distracted brain. He leapt between her legs to satisfy his sudden urge to taste her. With long strokes he slid his tongue over her soaking folds as sweet liquid silk ran into his mouth. He moved from her budding clit down to the intense warmth of her depths savouring, each sensation on his tongue. He played the pitch and rhythm of her body's reaction like music. He took her to that trance like state on the edge of climax and kept her there until he could stand the aching need no more. He stood pulled her head towards him. He impaled her on himself, mercilessly ignoring her gagging which just served to further lubricate his length. He thrust her head forward and back upon him and he could tell how much she was enjoying being used. With a grunt he felt a surge and then, pulsating, he released a huge load into her mouth. He just wanted to collapse into her arms but he noticed her waiting for him. "Swallow" he grunted.

The next few hours were more stressful than they should have been. He wanted to share himself with her, to revel in her company but he felt a pressure to maintain some level of control. Of dominance. Part of him worried that she would loose the submissiveness while a greater part worried that their roles were becoming fixed. In some ways it was a relief when she left. He needed space to think. He spent a frustrated afternoon trying to get Sarah out of her mind and failing.

As the week went on, the disquiet in Luke's head gradually subsided to background noise. It was suppressed by Luke's excitement over what he had planned for Friday evening. He had made some calls early in the week to various contacts he knew within the S&M community. In particular he made sure that Anna would be there. Anna and Luke had never engaged in anything together, but he had met her multiple times and he knew she had a particular weakness for innocent women. The package he ordered arrived by midweek and he could vividly picture Sarah wearing it. He went through the week distractedly, thinking of nothing but seeing Sarah dance and the events that would follow.

Friday eventually came, and Luke sat in the corner of the audience, a delicately wrapped package held in his lap. He was brimming with excitement. The lights came up and Sarah was first on stage. There was a heavy, drum beat and Sarah flew across the stage, the taut muscles in her back rippling. She was electric, her body pulsed to the beat. The dance was not sexual or suggestive, but it was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Sarah managed to blend a feral, passionate energy with a subtle delicacy and Luke was entranced. As the show progressed, Sarah transitioned seamlessly from wild frenetic numbers to more graceful, understated, sections and Luke was swept along in the tide of emotions she portrayed. The lights went down abruptly and finally and after a stunned pause the audience surged to their feet in appreciation.

He was still riding the wave of adrenaline from the show when Sarah slipped out of the backstage door, made her goodbyes and walked down the dark street towards him. He led her round a corner into the shadows and passed her his new purchase. She unwrapped the playsuit, took a moment to consider it and then slipped it on. He watched her eyes dilate slightly in excitement and took a moment to appreciate the view before handing her coat to wear, and leading her into the city.

They walked in silence and Luke was hyper-aware of her movement beside him even down to the small changes in the rhythm of her breath. Even the brush of his thumb over their clasped fingers was intensely sensual. In no time, they were stood in front of the non-descript doors that Luke had come to know so well. He pushed them open and led her through. He was well known here and received a simple nod from the doorman, which he returned in kind.

They descended the steps and entered the main room. It was particularly busy tonight and Luke noted that Anna hadn't been able to resist making a visit. He focused even more intently on Sarah's reactions as the room was revealed to her and in particular as she made eye contact with Anna. He gave her his instructions and yet again he marvelled at her unfailing willingness to obey. Watching two women make love was always an arousing sight, but the thought of Sarah, who had never been with a woman, being used by Anna, was indescribably arousing.

She walked towards Anna steadily, with back straight and eyes lowered and then gently descended to her knees in front of her. There was a brief exchange and then Sarah was crawling forward and her head was thrust between Anna's legs. He watched Sarah, straight backed, on all fours, as Anna writhed and ground herself in to Sarah's mouth. Their bodies rippled in time. Sarah's back and arse undulated as she thrust her mouth forward and Anna's back arching in ever increasing throws of ecstasy. Luke watched this build for a minute or two before taking a crop from the toy selection in the corner and walking over.

Luke lifted his arm and swung the crop, hitting Sarah's arse squarely on the left buttock and sending a percussive ripple across her skin. At the first strike, she reared her head and cried out, on the second strike, she muffled her cries between Anna's legs, by the third strike Sarah's cries were perfunctory if not cries of pleasure. He continued to strike her, rhythmically and it drove Sarah to eat out Anna more eagerly. Soon Anna's body tensed one final time, her thighs clamping around Sarah's head and then she released. Sarah looked up breathless, her eyes unfocussed. Luke saw her look around, mouth open, desperate for more people to serve. He kept up the steady stream of blows and her body was now shaking uncontrollably. "Go for it" he said out loud, both to Sarah and the group of surrounding, wanking men. Now more encouragement was needed. First one man then another stepped forward and Sarah accommodated them one by one, offering up her mouth for their use. He doubted she even noticed when he stopped hitting and started pouring lube upon his cock. She did however pause when his tip pushed inside her resisting arse hole. Her body stiffened, but she quickly resumed her efforts with the latest man. Luke started thrusting in and out, quickly increasing in tempo. Sarah's muffled moans lowered in pitch to something more basic and primal as he pounded her and with a word and the sudden pressure of his fingers finding her clit, she gave herself to him and collapsed.