Old Flame, New Love

The last of the night shift had just walked out the door when Jake peered down at his phone to see an unread text message from a familiar name: Christine. He couldn't shake her name from his thoughts as he worked on closing up his pizza shop. As the minutes ticked by, images of her naked body spread out before him flashed through his mind.

He focused himself and locked the front door tight.

He returned quickly to his phone to see exactly what she had left for him.

After reading over her few sentences one thing was clear: she wanted to test her limits tonight. She was tired of waiting.

Christine and Jake had met several years ago while they were both seniors attending the same high-school. In those days, Jake pined for Christine day and night; he thought she was the perfect combination of beauty and brains hidden behind an innocent band girl's personality. But they never managed to be single at the right time... not that it stopped them from fooling around with each other once or twice.

Even so, Jake could never truly make Christine his own in those days gone by.

But now he was older and more experienced, and his experience had seemed to peak Christine's interest. They recently reconnected after several years of silence through a series of what began as seemingly innocent text messages, though as time went on Jake slowly began to stoke the passion they once held for one another.

She was shocked at first, but strangely intrigued by his recent confession of having recently been with a dominatrix. The Jake back in high school never seemed like such an adventurous soul, and yet he vividly recounted the nights of lust and depravity he had recently indulged himself in.

She couldn't stop herself from reading over each line of graphic detail again and again.

The descriptions were beyond anything she had experienced first hand.

Each new word she read inched her closer to the fresh desire of Jake showing her first hand what exactly a BDSM session had in store for her.

And tonight, as her hands slipped between her thighs and played with her already dripping sex, she knew she couldn't wait another second to give herself up to depraved desire.

"I'm driving there in 10 minutes; tonight I'm yours," was the message Christine finally managed to send him, two of her fingers simultaneous rubbing her swollen clit as she typed it out.

The message she received back nearly made her nearly cum on the spot: "Bring your vibrator".

* * *

Jake stared down at his phone for a strait minute as his pulse began to quicken. He read the text over again just to ensure he wasn't dreaming.

This was precisely the barrier Jake had been carefully working Christine toward. And now she had stepped over it on her own accord.

"This is going to be fun," he thought to himself as a smile spread across his face.

He quickly undid the lock to the pizza store and made his way to the trunk of his car, retrieving a full gym bag before returning inside. As he looked around at his surroundings, his eyes darted to the nearest clock.

7 minutes...

Thinking quickly, he grabbed the edges of a nearby food prep table and wheeled it to the back room of the establishment. He left the 10' x 6' foot stainless steel table in the middle of the empty room, setting the gym bag on top of it.

Next, his hands pulled out a variety of items from the bag: a strand of white rope, several clothespins, a blindfold, and a wooden paddle. He took a moment to admire the items laid out before him, as each passing second seemed to allow a new, depraved idea to enter his thoughts.

Christine wasn't going to forget this night anytime soon.

* * *

Jake was there to meet at her to door with a comforting smile.

As her curious eyes watched his hands work to unlock the door, the frigid air of the winter night blew hard against her anticipating body.

A shiver shot through her.

She couldn't tell if she was nervous or simply cold.

A ding filled the night air as the security bell went off with the opening of the door. Jake held it open and beckoned her to come in. "Why don't you get in here and warm yourself up?" His deep voice ordered her coyly.

As she walked in and immediately felt the warmth of the indoors consume her. As she walked with Jake toward the back of the establishment, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself as she gazed over her surroundings.

"This is really where it's going to happen? Jake's pizza store?" she though and suddenly felt foolish. She began to silently doubt what she was doing.

Just then Jake's strong arm wrapped itself around her shoulder, taking her coat and placing it upon his desk as they entered his office. For a moment the only thing that filled the room was silence, but the atmosphere was so thick with swirling emotions that both of them could swear they could feel the heat resonating off the others body.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Jake asked bluntly, finally breaking the silence.

Christine stood in front of him, her eyes nervously glancing at the floor as Jake looked her over, waiting for her answer. His eyes couldn't help but take in her gorgeous figure from head to toe. She was clothed only in a tight tank top and short skirt, both black. Her outfit complimented her DD breasts and size 35" waist; she left little to Jake's imagination.

Then Jake's gaze traveled up her curves to meet Christine's own as he watched her plump lips answer, "Absolutely."

Once again, they spent the following moments in silent anticipation.

Then Jake sat up from his chair and walked over to her before planting a deep kiss upon Christine's lips. Her eyes closed as her body pressed against his, eager for him to take her.

But that wasn't his intention just yet.

He pulled his body back from hers as their kiss broke. "Patience; you have to build up to it. And then, maybe if you're lucky..." Jake reached in a pulled Christine's head back slightly with a quick jerk on the back of her brown ponytail, "...I'll fuck you."

The words almost made her melt; deep down she loved the aggression. The growing warmth between her thick thighs only helped to confirm it.

As Jake took her by the hand and led her to the back room of the store, Christine couldn't help feel like she was plunging deep into some strange dream.

They made their way down the brightly lit hallway together in silence, finally reaching a white door just at the end of it. Each of their bodies were near trembling in suspense at what awaited them just on the other side.

Jake's tall figure looked down into Christine's brown eyes. Her lips quivered as she gazed back up into his deep blue eyes, hoping that he would lean down and kiss her once more.

Instead he asked with smirk, "Last chance..."

"I'm ready," she darted back, doing her best to sound confident.

Without a word, Jake reached out and opened the door before her, revealing a well lit room that they quickly hurried into. Christine had just noticed the stainless steel table rolled into the middle of the floor when Jake shut them door behind him.

Before she had a chance to ask a single question, Jake's voice filled the room.

"Now strip," he ordered calmly, his tall figure facing her.

"S-strip?" she repeated back, a hint of hesitation within her tone.

Jake picked up on her reluctance quickly and sought to snuff it out immediately.

"Listen, this is only going to happen one way..." he started as he took a step toward her. Christine's legs trembled as Jake leaned in and pressed his hot lips against hers once more, holding the kiss a moment before planting a fresh one against her cheek. His lips traveled to her right earlobe, leaving small kisses along her skin as they covered the distance.

His tone was deep and his breathe was hot against her ear, "...you do what I say, without speaking. Some of it might hurt, but soon pleasure will replace the pain. I need you to be completely obedience in here... trust me. Understand?"

A million thoughts scattered across her mind at once. But her pussy was already moist underneath her thin shorts, and she dare not turn back now. In that moment, Christine wanted him more than anything she'd ever desired.

"I understand," her lips quivered softly as she answered the best she could.

"Then strip and bend over that table."

Her mind nearly in a daze, Christine's hands did what they could to obey. First, she threw the tank top over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her plump bust still confined within its black, lacy bra. Next came her shorts as they hugged her thighs on the way down to the floor; soon, she was left in only her underwear.

She shot a glance back to Jake, who had his eyes hungrily placed on her body.

"Continue," he ordered, an obvious hint of enjoyment in his tone.

At his word, she unstrapped her bra and let her round, voluptuous breasts hang freely in the open air, her dark nipples becoming instantly erect. Then she slid her black panties to the floor and kicked them aside, her complete wardrobe now laying in a neat pile next to her.

Stripped and exposed, she found her way to the table and placed her two palms on its surface.

"It's freezing," she commented, hearing Jake's footsteps coming up behind her quickly.

"Now put this on," his voice instructed as a camouflage blindfold was placed into her left hand.

Christine bit her lip as she rubbed thighs together; the excitement was overwhelming her.

Her hands did what they could to place the thick cloth over her gaze, her world instantly becoming darkness. Next she felt Jake's grip take over and work to fasten the blindfold to the back of her head snugly.

"There we go," he said suddenly, the slightest hint of anticipation barely noticeable behind his words. "Now stick that ass out for me".

Once more she did as she was told, unable to do anything else but follow Jake's commands through this unknown darkness she had let herself be placed into.

The table was cold against her skin and she shivered all over.

Consumed by darkness, Christine did what she could to compose herself, but she knew she was a dripping, shaking mess with her round ass stuck out behind her.

Then she listened.

She could hear Jake's body moving about the room, first to her left, then to her right. Suddenly there were strange sounds she could not place, followed by one she could: a zipper. All of Christine's muscles were tense as she heard Jake approach from across the room, his footstep stopping just short of reaching her exposed backside.

Jake stared at her bare ass with the wooden paddle in held firmly within his right hand. Having been in this very same position himself only weeks before, he knew this was going to be something Christine would never forget.

*WHACK*

Christine's body lurched forward against the metal table as her lips released a loud cry. Her ass stung gently and the rush of pain was almost welcomed compared to the cold steel she found herself leaning onto.

She'd never been spanked and the pulsating heat expanding out of her eager pussy was now undeniable.

"I want you to count each one for me," Jake's voice spoke, filling the void in her senses. "Count down from twenty..."

"TWENTY?!" Christine thought to herself just before the next spank hit her.

*WHACK*

The sound of her ass being smacked by Jake's paddle reverberated through the air of the room.

"O-one!" Christine spoke aloud, her ass tingling sharply from the blow.

*WHACK*

"Two!" she cried out, louder this time. Her mind was bombarded with panicked thoughts of how she would ever make it to twenty with her ass already stinging sharply. She squeezed her thighs together to help manage the sensation.

*WHACK*

"A-Ah... three," she let out, softer this time as she struggled to steady her body against the table.

Now Jake took the paddle and squeezed it between her two closed legs, starting at her ankles, lightly slapping at each of them.

"Open those legs wider," he ordered, further driving the point home.

Christine gently spread her thighs apart, her legs creeping away from one another. She could feel Jake's paddle sliding up her right leg, traveling away from her ankle.. Then he brought the paddle up between her legs and pressed it against her aching sex.

The wood against her wet slit forced a fevered moan from Christine's lips.

Jake looked at her spread about, her pussy already nearly dripping to the floor. He teased, "And we're not even at four yet..."

Christine was trembling, tight, and silent.

*WHACK*

"Four!"

*WHACK*

"Five!"

*WHACK*

"S-six!" Her voice was wavering.

*WHACK*

"Oh God! Seven! Seven!" She cried out as her body collapsed on the cold steel in front of her, her nipples now resting its freezing surface, further shaking her to her core. In the darkness, all she could experience was the stinging of her ass cheeks and the heat pulsing from her sex, mixed with the dulling cold of the table Jake had her against.

Her limits were being tested, and Christine mustered every ounce of strength she could find in order to to make it through the opening of Jake's session.

For the next minute the room was silent, save for the sound of skin being repeatably slapped by wood intertwined with a woman's moans of agony and ecstasy.

"N.... nineteen..." Christine stammered out finally, her ass bright red now and throbbing. The blindfold heightened the resonating pain the wood left upon her thick ass, but it also prevented her from knowing that a small collection of her juices had gathered on the floor between her open thighs.

Christine's body felt like jelly.

Just then Jake ran his finger tips against her pulsating, plump butt cheeks. the feeling was like electricity shooting through her body and she squealed and jumped in place.

Then the sensation was gone.

Suddenly the aching between her legs turned to fulfillment as something slid inside of her deeply.

Jake had slid two of his fingers inside of her, both knuckle deep. Christine was smitten and purred out like an animal in heat. Her legs quickly spread further apart on their own, allowing him even easier access to her hungry pussy.

Jake welcomed the invitation and slid his remaining two fingers in as well, her dripping sex quickly swallowing as much of them as it could. At the same time, he worked her engorged clit gently with his thumb, lubricating it with her own juices as he rubbed it back and forth.

"Tell you what..." his voice whispered right next to her left ear, "If you can cum in the next 30 seconds, you don't have to worry about that 20th paddle... deal?"

Without even waiting for a response, Jake's finger began to thrust in and out of her. Christine was enthralled by the sensation of his strong fingers working in and out of her pussy, satisfying every inch they could reach.

Jake took his free hand and wrapped it around her neck as his other continued to slip deep inside of her, each thrust more powerful than the last, but all of them as deep as he could muster. All the while, his thumb contentiously forced more pressure to her throbbing clit, stroking its sensitivity faster with every passing second.

In mere moments, Christine burst from between her legs and all over Jake's diligent fingers. Her moans were like music to Jake's ears as her legs closed around his hands tightly, her entire body convulsing and quivering from the powerful orgasm. Her front half nearly fell limp on the cold metal before her as she struggled to catch her breath, recovering from the reality shattered orgasm.

But just a few second later, Jake was already on to the next step.

"Now up on the table and lay on your back," he said, helping her make her way up onto the table as panted deeply within her world of darkness. She was in no state to oppose him, and found her back now placed against the cold steel.

"Spread your arms and legs out wide; you know was spread eagle is?" He asked.

Without an answer she did as she was told, and a few moments later she felt his strong hands taking hold of her right arm. He was fastening something to it, to something else, somewhere. Between her unkempt breaths and quivering muscles, she couldn't have cared less...

Minutes passed, and with a little bit of luck and effort, Jake has successfully tied her limbs to the four stands of the table beneath her.

Jake's cock was throbbing underneath his tight jeans, and seeing her spread out so helplessly before him made it increasing difficult to resist the temptation to have her right then and there. But he held steady and retrieved two more items from across the room: clothespins.

Christine pulse has recovered somewhat and she lay in eager anticipation for what Jake had in store next.

When the first clothespin fastened itself to her erect nipple, she could stop herself from shrieking. It was much different than the spanking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk..." she let out as Jake briefly covered her mouth with his palm.

"Shhhhh, just endure it for a little bit... trust me," his voice rung in her ears as she felt him place the second clothespin on her last free nipple.

The pressure was a hard mixture of pain and pleasure while her body squirmed just to keep her sanity intact. Then she felt Jake's hot breath tickle the lips of her pussy a moment before his tongue began to caressed it.

"Holy shit..." Christine couldn't stop the profanity from pouring out of her mouth. Her back arched into the air as his tongue penetrated her.

Between the intense throbbing from her clamped nipples, the darkness intensifying her senses, and Jake's face buried in her eager sex, Christine's thoughts has left the realm of comprehension. Depravity was her only thought as her juices poured out into Jake's mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Christine squealed within the throws of her second orgasm.

Jake's tongues left her pulsating pussy and immediately she felt both clamps release their tight hold from her nipples. Pain and heat shot through each sensitive bump at the exact moment she felt Jake slide her ten inch vibrator inside of her.

As her mind struggled to keep up, Jake wasted no time revving the toy up to full blast while he took her left nipple into his mouth and pinched her right in his finger tips.

Christine was being pleased from nearly every conceivable angle as her body couldn't stop itself from writhing in unrelenting sensitivity. Her nipples were on fire at the slightest touch from Jake, but he held nothing back and worked her to the edge. All the while, she could feel her thick toy fucking her... somehow Jake managed to slide the thing in and out of her at the same time.

She was dumbstruck with amazement at Jake's pleasurable assault on her as countless lustful moans forced their way off of her tongue, drool now running freely down her cheek.

Her body quaked at the sensation of his warm tongue against one of her nipples before moving to next, his hot muscle circling each mass carefully before his lips sucked, and finally, his teeth bit. The pain and pleasure of his teeth pinching the tip of her aching breast oozed into her and made its way between her legs where her juices flowed, leaving her toy no resistance as it thrust deeply in and out of her.

She was helpless to stop herself from cumming again and again as Jake had his way with her exposed body. Christine's reality was lost, aside from a primal hunger to be fucked.

Her lips begged, "Fuck me Jake, Fuck me!"

Suddenly, Jake's onslaught vanished as she felt him leave her breasts and the toy slide completely out of her. Once more she lay there panting, spit covering her mouth.

Then Christine was blinded once more as the blindfold was quickly yanked from her face.

As her eyes focused against the bright lights, she made out Jake standing before her with his pants already down to the floor, his own ten inch cock throbbing.