Finding Mr. Wright Ch. 11

He walked around me, looking at me from all angles. I noticed his cock had become less erect, falling under the folds of his shirt. I would have to do something about that later.

As he moved behind me a second time, he stopped. I felt the paddle touch my butt, softly, as he rubbed in against each side of my bottom, each cheek, in turn. From there, he started tapping softly, getting my skin used to the contact, slowly increasing the force of each tap, but nothing too strong yet. He did the same to the other side of my bottom, touching me and de-sensitizing the skin, making it ready for more.

He increased the force then, as I felt the paddle start to sting. He didn't have to hit hard, as that wasn't the sensation he was going for. Instead, it was the repetition. Everyone knows what it feels like when someone touches you in one spot over and over and over, how it turns from just a touch into a sharp pain if it's done for long enough. Well, that's what was beginning to happen to me. The sting increased, not to the point of immense pain, but to the point that it was noticeable and uncomfortable. I tried to close my eyes and focus past it, but each tap, faster and faster, wouldn't allow me to do that. The pain grew, from one side of my bottom to the other as he moved the paddle around, striking my bottom in different places. The sensation grew and grew and grew, and then... it stopped.

When he stopped, it made me keenly aware of my situation. I was naked, hanging from a chain, drooling, my nipples chained and aching, while a man was spanking me with a paddle, turning my butt beet red (or so I imagined, as I couldn't see it). I could feel the heat radiate from my backside as the stinging started to subside, but it made the skin feel oh-so-tender now, such that any new contact would instantly raise the pain level back to what it was. I anxiously awaited more, wanting to see how much more I could take, what that would feel like, how it would affect me, but that next, harder slap of the paddle never came.

Aaron walked up close behind me, his body almost touching mine, and grasped both of my breasts, fondling them, one hand still holding onto the paddle. In my position, all I could do was recline my head and enjoy his touch. He was soft and gentle with this, obviously trying to bring out the pleasurable aspect of this touch, rather than the pain aspect. He grasped one of the clamps on my nipple and released it, letting the blood and sensation flow back in. Touching me, he massaged my breast and nipple. When he put the clamp back in place, rather than easing it back on, he let the clamp go, letting it tighten itself almost snapping into place around my nipple again, causing an abrupt intense burst of pain that radiated through my chest. However, even that enhanced the sensuality of what he was doing to me. He repeated this with the other clasp and my other nipple. The pain that I felt, not only with this but also with everything else he had been doing, was fleeting, and quick, leaving behind it the sensation of dull pain, accompanied by one of arousal and pleasure.

He let go of me then and walked around to the front of me. He still had the paddle in hand, and now, he began working on my thighs. He did the same thing, slowly rubbing, touching me with the paddle, then tapping, then increasing the force and speed to make the area red, make the sting intensify. He focused mainly on the insides of my thighs, but also hit the outside edges too, as well as my stomach and lower abdomen, just above my mound. It made me think he was going to hit the area between my legs, but he never did. He didn't pay much attention to my stomach or abdomen, other than an arbitrary strike or touch, here and there. Instead, he concentrated on my thighs, building up the intensity, just to the point where it was starting to really feel intense, and then he stopped... again.

I wasn't sure whether this is the effect he was going for or not. In a way, it was like what I read about edging... bringing someone to the brink of an orgasm, just to stop, leaving them unfulfilled, so then you can work them up again and bring them back to that same point, only to stop again... and again and again. Maybe this is what he was trying to do... leave me wanting more... desiring... no... needing more. That is almost how I felt.

However, as he finished working on my thighs, it came to me that edging is not what he was really trying to do, as the pain from this wasn't going to cause an orgasm. Instead, I think what was happening was that he was going easy on me, doing things slowly, trying to learn my level of resistance, my level of tolerance. Unfortunately, he missed it. Also, by using a gag, I was unable to vocalize, to tell him "more" or "don't stop". The situation quickly went from arousing and interesting to, well, unsatisfying... even frustrating.

He again went around behind me, and I heard him throw the paddle onto a table or chair. He reached around me and again took ahold of my breasts and began to play with them and my nipples. My nipples were rock hard at this point, so his pinching had a more profound effect as he squeezed the swelling out of them. I gasped and tried to grit my teeth, unable to in the gag, and equally as helpless to do anything about the pain in my nipples, even if I had wanted to.

His lips were on the edge of my neck now, kissing strongly, holding his mouth against me. I felt his warm and wet lips on my skin. One of his hands moved down from my left breast, down my abdomen, stopping when it reached my thighs, between my legs. His right hand continued toying with my breast and nipple as the other hand moved between my legs, gently moving in between. I could feel how wet I was, and now, Aaron could feel it too. I was very aroused at that point... the word "hot" comes to mind... even though he had stopped short of finishing the paddling to my liking. However, he was making up for it with the movements of his fingers on my sensitive spot. He easily slipped a finger inside me, and I had a quick intake of breath through my nose and even through my mouth, around the gag, as I felt his finger penetrate me, moving slowly in and out for a few moments as he teased me like that. He removed his finger and moved it up to my nub, rubbing my wetness all over and around it, his hand going back and forth from focusing on my clitoris with a finger to his entire hand engulfing my mound, spreading my wetness all over as he massaged my inner and outer folds in a focused circular motion. My knees began to weaken as my breathing quickened.

I also felt something else... I felt his cock pressing against my bottom, rubbing itself between my cheeks. He was pressing it upward, letting it push back and forth just against the outer portion of my butt against the skin. It felt wonderful to have him rubbing himself against me like that. He didn't push it into or between my cheeks. He just kept rubbing against the outer surface. I relaxed and enjoyed it, letting the touch create electricity between us.

As the sensation built, as he touched me in the front and rubbed himself against me in the back, I felt that low rumbling feeling of excitement, indicating that an orgasmic wave was on the horizon and was struggling to break free. However, just as he did before, he stopped! Damn! Was he driving me wild like this on purpose??

He left me hanging in that state, literally! He leaned to the side, at the table, and picked up the flogger. As he held it, swinging it in front of me, he moved in and removed the clamps, letting my nipples relax from the constant sensation of pressure that had held them for a time. I felt the blood rush back into one nipple then the next, feeling the effect radiate through my chest. Before my nipples could fully recover, though, he stepped back and began striking my breasts with the flogger. I held still, or as still as I could, hanging the way I was, as he flipped the flogger over and over, brushing it over one breast and nipple, then the other.

This was a very different feeling than the paddle. The paddle was a sharp slap with a flat surface, an instant of a stinging pain sensation and then it was over, leaving the body to recover from the heat of the strike. However, the flogger was different. The flogger was many surfaces coming into contact and dragging across your skin. It was less of an instant strike and more of a sustained touch or feeling, more drawn out as it were, as the leather straps kept in contact with the skin longer. Also, since it wasn't flat, it could flow and touch around curves, so it completely consumed my entire breast when he struck me there. I liked it, but like the paddle used minutes ago, before Aaron reached the level of intensity I wanted, he stopped. The same frustrating feeling came over me again. Like before, because of the gag, I couldn't even tell him.

As he slowed down and stopped, assessing my composure and deciding what to do next, I had some time to think. I began to question things... is this what I really wanted? Did I want to go further with the pain, with this type of treatment? Realizing that I did, I wondered how far I wanted to go with it? Since Aaron was stopping short of things, was Aaron the best one for me with this, as maybe he was too reserved and caring?

Now there was a thought. I'm here, hung naked by chains, my wrists cuffed together, drooling around a gag in my mouth, a man is striking my nude body with a paddle and a flogger, and I'm thinking he's too soft and caring!

That thought led to another, more introspective one: this isn't just about me. This is for Aaron too. It was not only how it felt on me and how it affected me, but how he enjoyed doing these things to me, how he enjoyed the sight of me going through these feelings and sensations. If anything, as a sub, I should be more concerned with his pleasure than mine. If he did something to me that I thought was too light, but was just right for him, then that's the way it should be. I should be there for him, submitting to his wishes, putting my own desires behind me in favor of his. Sure, I could always make my desires known at a later time, but my desires should always be secondary to his.

I could feel the intensity and interest build in Aaron, even though mine was somewhat up and down. Aaron tossed the flogger to the side and came up behind me. He unstrapped the gag and took it out of my mouth, letting my jaw relax. I licked my lips, closed my mouth, feeling the soreness already present in my jaw muscles, letting them relax. He stayed behind me and I heard him finally take his shirt off. He came up close behind me and put his arms around me from the back, pulling my body into his. One of his arms came all the way across my chest while the other wrapped around my waist at my hips. It was less of a controlling grab a more of a sensual and intimate hug. I relaxed my body in his arms, enjoying the simple feeling of his arms enveloping me and being in his grasp.

He held me like that for a few minutes, much longer than I expected, saying nothing, instead just kissing the back of my neck and shoulders and rubbing his cheek across my skin, across the nape of my neck. The sensations from the flogger and paddle had died down for the most part, other than having each area more sensitive to even the smallest touch. The way he touched and held me though was wonderful. It was an intense and sensual feeling.

What he was doing right now wasn't really a typical dom/sub activity, or even related to the BDSM world at all, at least based on what I had read. Instead, I got the distinct feeling that his grasp was more loving, more intimate, like a husband holding his wife, holding someone that was dear to him, someone he loved. Thinking this, realizing this, the feeling began to overwhelm me, and I let my emotions go. I wasn't going to hold back anymore. Forgotten was all thought BDSM activity, of his fiancé or his life, or how I would fit into it. At this point, I didn't care... I just wanted to be with him... right now.

I let out a soft moan, not even realizing that I had done so. In actuality, it was more like a long release of breath than a true moan. It was a sound that came from deep inside of me, one of both release and acceptance, maybe coupled with a little more. As if in response, I felt Aaron's hands tighten around me, like he was tightening his grip on something he didn't want to let go. He pressed his forehead into the back of my neck, like he was simply savoring the touch, the closeness of our contact. I reclined my head, trying to get closer to him, showing him my interest, my acceptance.

He lightly kissed my neck, first once, then again, and again and again. This sent shivers down my body, obvious chills that I know he noticed. I didn't want to break the silence, or the closeness of that moment, so I said nothing.

In an instant, with a quick sharp motion, he spun me around to face him. I looked into his eyes with adoration and desire, and saw that same look reflected in his own expression as he looked into my eyes. My chest was heaving as I tried to breathe, so enraptured by the moment that I felt like I was about to faint. His hands moved to my hips, and he pulled me into him, hard. His arms enveloped me, wrapped around my back, and he kissed me on the lips. Soft at first, his kiss was warm and sensual, but then it turned harder, more passionate, more desperate even. I returned the kiss as eagerly and passionately as I could, showing him just how much I wanted him.

In a whirl of motion, his hands reached for the cuff and chains, releasing me, letting my arms fall down. Still clasped together at the wrists, I lowered my arms and they went over his head to rest on each of his shoulders, my bound wrists behind his neck. He picked me up, holding my legs to the side, my cuffed arms around his neck, as he carried me to the bed.

I could do nothing but just hold on to him, to kiss him as best I could. He laid me onto the bed, my arms coming up and back over his head, releasing him, now splayed out backward above my own head as I rested on my back. He turned to my feet, releasing the cuffs from my ankles, not only from each other but also removing them completely, and he dropped them on the floor. He took off the waist belt as well, making me realize that he never used it for anything. Maybe he had something planned to do with the waist belt, but he changed his mind. Maybe so, but at that moment, I didn't' care.

He quickly moved to my wrists and released the cuffs, taking them off, tossing them away, just like he did with the ankle cuffs, though now his motions were more frantic, almost desperate to get them off, all semblance of control and domination relinquished as he fought to release me, so we could be together. As he finally freed me from the cuffs, he moved so that he was on all fours on the bed, looking down at me, almost directly over me. I lay there now, my arms by my sides, one leg bent at the knee, looking intently at him.

He stopped then, both of us just taking in the moment. He just looked at me, hovering over me as he was nearer my waist and legs than he was my face. I sat up slightly, resting back on my elbows, lowering my leg flat on the bed, my eyes finding his, losing myself in the beautiful pools of his eyes as he stared into me. The tension and excitement and emotion between us just hung there, and we both knew it.

He leaned over, his face slowly, deliberately moving towards mine, his gorgeous naked body moving completely over me. He was on his hands and knees moving his face closer, lower towards my face, but stopping, almost kissing me, yet hesitating before he abruptly came forward and kissed me hard again. He moved forward, urging me down all the way on my back, and I moved my arms from off the surface of the bed, wrapping them around his neck, holding him as we kissed, as he slowly lowered me completely back on the bed.

He moved his lower body, positioning it between my slightly separated legs. As he lowered his body onto mine, I opened my legs, letting him what I wanted, that I offered no resistance, and was eager to be with him in that way. As I felt his body close over and down and onto mine, I could feel the warmth of his body and the wonderful feeling of his touch, as his chest met mine, pushing into my breasts, pressing his chest into my sensitive nipples. I absolutely love that initial contract of chest to chest, the man's firm chest muscles pressed against my breasts, and Aaron made the sensation so much more intense and intimate. As he lay down completely on top of me, I could feel him, already rock hard, as he rubbed it against my abdomen, just over my mound. He continued to kiss me passionately. I reached around his back and held him to me, both arms wrapping around him and clinging to him, not wanting to let him go, ever. I ached to be with him.

He broke the kiss and lifted himself up with his arms, keeping our lower bodies in contact, as he looked into my eyes. "You have no idea what you do to me, Elizabeth," he said, breaking the silence that had lasted for so long. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I have never wanted to be with anyone... never wanted anyone... more than I want you, right now."

I normally might have just smiled at him, like I did whenever someone gave me even a minor compliment. This was different. This was desire and excitement and arousal and emotion and... maybe even more, even love, all solidified for me into one intense moment.

I reflexively, anxiously nodded, the look of desire and longing so evident in my face, in my eyes. "Please, Aaron..." I said, enhancing the word 'please,' so much so that I was pleading with him, begging him to do it. I so wanted to tell him to 'please make love to me,' but I stopped short of using that phrase. Though that's exactly what I felt, how much I wanted him, I don't know what kind of reaction he would have had to me saying 'making love.' I looked at him, my eyes pleading with him to do it, but feeling I needed to say more, tell him how I felt, what I wanted. I realized too that I called him Aaron, rather than Mr. A or Sir, and looked for a sign from him that this was wrong or a breach of etiquette. Seeing none, I let what I said pass, as the full emotion and desire for him crept up to an almost overwhelming need.

"I want you inside me," I uttered, barely at a whisper. Right now, for me, there was no Society, no experiment into the BDSM lifestyle, no dom/sub relationship. It was just he and I, and I had never wanted anything more than I wanted him to make love to me right then, right there. Never in my life had I experienced this level of intensity of desire. It made me feel so vulnerable, so sensual, so much a woman... and I needed him to take me as a man does, taking me and making me his woman.

He lifted his pelvis off of me as my hands were on each of his shoulders. He shifted his body down slightly, positioning himself so he was right against me, right against my opening. I spread my legs wider, feeling myself open up for him, his tip touching me right there. He thrust his hips down and forward, right into my waiting opening, as he plunged himself deep into me.

It was a feeling of ecstasy and passion and fulfillment like I've never felt in my entire life. I felt my walls stretch to accommodate him, and I was more than wet enough for him to slide easily into me. For me, this is one of the most intense parts of intimate contact. Like many women, when I get turned on or get excited, there is a desire and longing to have something inside me, filling me. It's like when you have an itch that needs to be scratched and can't quite get to it, then, wham! There you go, you scratch it and it feels so good! That's what I was feeling right then, though of course about a million times better!!