What I Never Knew I Always Wanted

"Cherie," I heard Sir call. He poked his head around the corner, smile brightening when he saw me awake. "Oh, good. You're up. I made you some bacon!"

"Mmmm," I mumbled, "I smell."

Extending his hand to me, Sir grinned. "Let's eat, mon chat."

"Is it morning?" I asked, sleepily.

"Yes, you slept all night."

"Just me?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, no, ma Cherie. I slept right beside you. I woke up around midnight to move us from the floor. Didn't want you to wake up stiff and sore from the hard floor."

I smiled, "Thank you, sir. The bed was very comfortable."

"Typically," Sir started, "I'd have you do the cooking. Today, I want you to be well rested for the activities we have planned."

I instantly grew wet remembering the surprise he has coming for me later. My breath hitched in my throat and Sir's hand instantly cupped my naked pussy.

"Mmm, it doesn't' take much, does it?"

I shook my head slowly. "It's been a while," I said softly.

"But you want it bad, right baby?"

I gasped as his finger slid inside me. "Yes, so bad."

"The bacon will get cold, we'd better eat."

I smiled, "Yes, sir. Should I get dressed?"

Sir scoffed and turned to face me, "Why the hell would I want you to do that?"

I laughed, "Just... I don't know."

"No, today you're going to be like Sleeping Beauty. Did you ever read that book?"

"The fairy tale?" I asked incredulously.

"No, silly. Anne Rice writing as A. N. Roquelaure. The Sleeping Beauty trilogy?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I see, you'll just have to read it. That will be your homework."

I nodded, thinking about what it could possibly be. Breakfast went by quickly – the bacon was perfect, just the right amount of crispy. While I was eating the bacon, Sir was under the table eating me. He said if I didn't stay upright, legs spread, feet on the floor, we couldn't have the surprise visitor later. It was extremely difficult to focus on keeping my posture, eating bacon, and having his tongue sliding in and out of my pussy. I'm not sure how I managed, but hopefully he doesn't have any close by neighbors. I'm sure my screams could be heard for miles.

We decided to take a shower together after I finished eating. When we got to the bathroom, sir told me to close my eyes while he set some stuff up. I gasped when I opened my eyes. I'd never seen a bathroom quite like his. There were cuffs hanging from the ceiling in the shower, a waterproof whip, and edible soaps all lined up along the walls. "After you, Cherie," he whispered huskily.

I brushed past him to enter the tub. I felt his dick poking out of the boxers and couldn't help but trace my fingertip over it.

"Ahhh," he said softly. "I'm going to have fun punishing you."

"What? Why?" I said quickly.

"You touched me, mon chat. I warned you."

Without further explanation, Sir secured my arms in the dangling cuffs. I hadn't seen them when we entered, but there were shackles in the floor of the shower as well. When he had arranged me, spread arms and legs, and secured my wrists and ankles, Sir grabbed the handle of his whip.

"What did I tell you about touching, Laila?"

"That I mustn't touch you without permission," I replied softly, hanging my head.

His wrist flicked and the whip jerked up and slapped down on my left breast. I gasped loudly, but enjoyed the feel of the leather against my skin.

"Will you touch me without permission again?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

"Sorry is not what I'm looking for, Laila. It will not relieve you of your punishment."

My head dropped again and I didn't notice the whip flicking. I felt the lash come down on my right nipple. My teeth clenched and I hissed out a breath. Without any warning or time to recover, the whip whirled up between my legs. The last landed right against the ring in my clit. I cried out for him and squirmed in my restraints.

"How did that feel, Laila?"

"It stung, but I enjoyed the pain."

"I thought you might, but let's not get in trouble on purpose."

I laughed, "No sir. I really wasn't thinking, I simply reacted to the feel of your dick against me."

"I know," he said softly. "But you must learn self-control. I'm not going to take you out of your binds. I'm going to wash you."

I squirmed again, but nodded, "Yes sir."

After squirting a liberal amount of strawberry scented, and supposedly flavored, soap into his hand, sir began to trace slow circles across my breasts. There was a slight welt on the left, but no indication of the attack on the right. I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of the slippery soap against my hot skin. My eyes flashed open when I felt Sir's mouth clamp down on my right nipple. It had been throbbing from the whip, but his mouth soothed it. I felt his tongue swirl in slow circles and his hands trailed down my torso. When he reached my hips, he pulled me toward him. His dick was hard and pressed up against his pelvis. He ground my hips into him and I cried out. The shackles were keeping my legs spread and the feel of him right against my clit made me squirm. His mouth moved from my nipple to hover over my lips. I almost closed the distance between our mouths, but I remembered the rules. No touching without permission. I waited –sort of – patiently. When his tongue thrust into my mouth, I moaned. He slid, slowly, into my open, waiting pussy. As his dick fucked my pussy, his tongue thrust into my mouth with the same rhythm. It was incredibly intense and I felt the pressure building slowly. My eyes crossed, watered, and I felt myself coming hard around him. I screamed and thrashed in my bonds. I felt his lips curl against my mouth in a slight smile.

"Mmm, Laila, that was good, baby. Come again," he whispered.

I'd never understood how women in novels could come on command, but he must be a magician. When the words left his mouth, I felt my body contracting again. His eyes closed and he threw his head back as I felt his dick pulse inside me. Slow breaths slid through his clenched teeth and I knew that he was having his own orgasm. I loved that my contracting body – my pleasure – brought his pleasure. The feel of his cum sliding, pulsing, through his dick into my waiting body set me off again – I screamed and writhed in my bonds as I came again.

"Are you cold, baby?" he asked me quietly.

I shook my head, "You keep me very warm, sir."

"Mmm, I want to take care of you Laila."

I didn't know what to say to that. I wanted to believe that he could possibly love me, but it was so far-fetched. Right now, he was just my Dom, my captor, the man who made me cum so good. I needed to say something, I didn't want to upset him, so I nodded my head and smiled.

After unhooking me from the straps, Sir let the water cascade over my body. "Let's get you rinsed, baby. Then we'll get ready for our special guest."

I tilted my head back to gaze at him, "You're so good to me."

Sir closed the distance between us to place a gentle kiss on my lips.









I sat in the floor in front of the couch as Sir sat behind me. He had an old, horsehair brush that he was dragging through my long, dark hair. The television was playing softly in the background, but Sir just kept brushing and humming along to some unheard tune. I sighed contentedly and closed my eyes.

"Ma Cherie?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Your hair is beautiful, do you know that?"

I giggled a little, "I've heard that since I was little. I appreciate the compliment though."

He gently caressed down my uncovered back with the tip of his finger. I shuddered and then heard him chuckle in response. "Mmm... I'm going to have to stop touching you, or I'm going to ruin all the work we just did!"

I laughed, "I like it, Sir."

"I know you do, but there's still a visitor. And she deserves to see all the work we've put in to presentation."

I nodded, "I can't wait to meet her."

"Come, mon chat," he said, standing abruptly.

I followed him through the house to his bedroom. I hadn't been in this part of the house yet, so I was unsure of what to do. I stood by the door waiting for instructions.

"Laila," he said absently.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Lay on the bed, ma Cherie. I have something to put on you."

I followed his instructions and lay back on his fluffy pillows. The bed smelled like him and it was all I could do not to roll around in it. His scent was quickly becoming something I was addicted to. I felt his hand between my legs and I glanced up at him.

"Spread a little, mon chat."

I did as I was told and felt something cool on the tip of my clitoris. I didn't say anything, simply experienced what was happening with growing interest. The cool substance that I wasn't sure of felt very interesting. He began rubbing, delicately, against the sensitive skin of my clit. I gasped as the sensations wracked my body.

"I know you're a very easily excited little nymphomaniac, ma Cherie, but this will speed things up and make everything more interesting for everyone."

I laughed huskily as the sensations were still fairly intense. He hadn't said I couldn't touch myself, but I didn't want to upset him either. My body had almost a mind of its own as the effects of this cool substance spread throughout my pussy. I moaned as his hands trailed along my thighs. The pleasure was so intense and there was almost no touching.

"Mmmm, Laila. I can almost smell your cum, baby. I want to lick it all up, but that would ruin the fun we have planned. Are you ready for me to take you to a whole other level?"

I nodded slowly enjoying the feeling of my thighs simply rubbing together. He grabbed my hand to lift me off the bed. I followed, but couldn't exactly walk a straight line. He held my elbow when I seemed to stumble.

"The pleasure getting to you, baby?"

I nodded imperceptibly. I had to put all of my attention into walking.

He chuckled and led me back to the couch. "We'll wait here for our special guest."

I nodded again and sighed as I felt the couch cushions rub against my naked skin. I resisted the urge to grind against the couch. Within moments, there was a knock at the door. I glanced at Sir, nervous for the first time since hearing about the surprise visitor. What if she didn't like me? I brushed that thought off fairly quickly. Anyone would forget any resentment or dislike of someone when their face was buried between their thighs.

I sighed once more as the couch rose up to meet my hot flesh when he rose. He winked over his shoulder once before opening the door. The first thing I saw was her hair, long and blonde. I gasped and the rest of her features came to me. Fear struck my heart and I glanced at my Dom, the one who had been so gentle and tender with me hours before. He searched my face with an amused, but slightly worried expression. "Vanessa," he said softly taking her hands. She smiled at both of us, not at all perturbed by my nakedness. "Would you mind waiting here while I discuss something with Laila?"

"Sure," she said softly, with a slight smile.

My mind was reeling. I knew better than to throw a fit or make a scene in front of the guest, but I couldn't grasp what was happening. I followed Sir into the kitchen where he leaned against the cabinets. "I know you're upset," he said softly.

I shook my head, "Confused is a better word, sir."

He nodded, "I can imagine a lot of emotions are running through you right now. But remember what I told you about your limits? I want to press those to the max. I know what happened, little bits from what you told me yourself and the rest from the news."

Another gasp escaped my lips.

"I know your name's not Laila, Elizabeth," he said with a smile. "Just like you know my name isn't sir. Nor is it Will."

I laughed slightly, "Right."

"I did stalk you, Laila. I did find out things about you that you didn't think necessary to mention. I know more about you than you likely know about some of your close friends. But I know these things so that I can push you to your limits. A good Dom is supposed to be able to do that, without you fearing the worst or expecting disaster. You've trusted me thus far, please trust me again."

I sighed and continued thinking. What happened at that rehabilitation center was one of the worst experiences of my life. I'd fallen in love and committed murder in the same week. I'm not really sure if self-defense is still considered murder or not, but it felt like murder to me. I closed my eyes and let myself remember the feel of Noelle. I'd blocked out the memories, too painful to experience on repeat in my mind. But with this opportunity came courage. He wouldn't take me somewhere I couldn't escape. I was safe here. I nodded, opening my eyes to look at the man who had saved me. "I trust you, sir."

The smile that lit up his face was worth any panic attack I suffered because of this experience. He held out his hand and we re-entered the living area together. The shock of seeing Vanessa had only abated the cooling substance slightly. When I saw her again, I let down my guard and the sensations all rushed back over me. I gasped as she glanced at my face. Her face held the same sweet innocence I remembered with Noelle. She smiled and removed the light sweater she was wearing over her summer dress. I glanced at sir for permission to approach her. He nodded almost imperceptibly and I crossed the room. I sat beside her, not too close, but enough.

"Hi," I said softly. "I'm Laila."

"It's nice to meet you Laila, I'm Vanessa."

We shook hands briefly and I closed my eyes at the feel of her skin on mine. While my eyes were closed, I felt the couch dip slightly and a hand caressed my bare nipple. When I opened my eyes, Vanessa was inches from my face. Her blue eyes searched my face before she leaned a little closer to put her lips on mine. When our tongues touched, a low moan escaped my throat. Her hands continued to wander over my bare breasts and I involuntarily inched closer to her. We separated briefly and she began fiddling with the back of her dress. "Let me," I whispered, turning her shoulders. I slid the zipper down slowly, letting one fingertip trail down her spine as I went. I heard her sharp intake of breath and knew that I was having the desired effect. Once she was down to her panties, I slid off the couch to kneel in front of her. I maneuvered between her legs and gripped the waist band of her delicate lace panties. She sighed as I drug the material down her thighs, gently caressing her legs. When nothing stood between me and her naked pussy, I dropped down to lick her thighs. She moaned and her hands went in my hair.

"I love how quickly you two got acquainted," I heard from behind me.

I mumbled something incoherent against her wet lips, and she squirmed and cried out. My tongue flitted between her soft folds and she continued to tug at my hair. The harder she tugged, the more I moaned, the louder she screamed. We continued in that pattern for some time before I felt something touch my ass. I didn't look behind me, but rose up onto my knees so that he could get better access. The tip of Sir's dick touched my clitoris and I cried out against Vanessa's pussy. She pulled my head closer and began grinding against my face. I could tell by the heavy panting she was doing, she was close. The rhythm that my Dom had developed indicated that he was close too. I'd been on the verge of coming for at least half an hour, so I let go. I ground my hips against him, and thrust my tongue into Vanessa's pussy. Her screaming and panting, followed by the writhing and pressure I felt on my tongue, I knew she'd climaxed. One hard thrust and I came screaming with her, followed shortly by Sir. We collapsed in a heap of heavy breathing and glistening sweat.

"Well," a mumbled voice said from under the pile of sweaty bodies, "that was quite the introduction. You girls don't waste any time."

I snickered slightly and rolled onto my back away from the group. Vanessa stretched herself out causing her chest to rise and fall in the most attractive way. As her eyes were closed and her back was arched, I held my hand a breath away from her skin. When she felt the heat radiating from my palm, her eyes flashed onto mine. A smile curved onto her lips as she sat up to come hover over me. Her kisses feathered my face, my lips, and my jaw line. As our kisses became more passionate, her hair trailed along my skin. I closed my eyes at the sensation of the strands caressing my breasts. Hands began to wander, and my skin felt flushed.

"Monsieur," I breathed quietly. [Sir]

"Oui, mon chat?" my sir whispered close to my ear. [Yes, my cat]

"Je veux jouer avec son seul." [I want to play with her alone.]

His silence at my question worried me, but I needed to ask for what I wanted. "Oui...un moment." [Yes... a moment]

I returned my attention to the blonde bombshell currently kissing her way down my torso. I gasped as her lips and tongue found purchase on my nipple. As she suckled, I squirmed against her soft skin and cried out. Her hands trailed across my hips and before I realized it, the tip of her finger was against my clit. The orgasm was building slowly and I ground my hips against her finger. My hands shot out to hold her in place as I felt the first waves of the orgasm attack my body. She gasped and I screamed before our lips reconnected in an intense kiss. The aftershocks were still ravaging me as a flipped her over to be in control.

"Laila," I heard my sir say from behind me.

"Yes, sir?" I said looking away from Vanessa briefly. I continued to let my hands wander over her delicate skin.

He chuckled, "Your wish is granted. Follow me, ma cherie."

I helped Vanessa to her feet and we trailed behind him slowly. We were unable to remove our hands from each other's bodies. My breaths were coming in shallow pants as her small hands kneaded over my nipples enticingly. We came to a stop in front of a room that I hadn't seen yet. It appeared to be a miniature play room. There weren't as many toys as in the basement, but we would be able to have a great time. The restraint system that was on the bed in the basement appeared to be duplicated in this room, all the way down to the collar clip in the center of the headboard. I glanced at my Dom with a smirk and slightly tilted my head at him in thanks.

"Ma cherie, feel free to use this room as you see fit. The only thing that I request is that we leave this little device right here on," he said gesturing to a miniscule device on a shelf by the door. My eyebrows furrowed as I walked closer to it. The blinking red light told me what I should have already known, he wanted to video tape us.

A full blown grin appeared on my face and I nodded, "That's fine with me, sir. What about you, Vanessa?"

She shrugged her shoulders, seeming impatient.

He picked up on the sexual tension between us and bowed out of the room gracefully. I turned on my heel to face my prize and held out my hand, "Come to me."

Her feet barely seemed to touch the floor as she glided over to me. I pulled the collar from another shelf on the wall and secured it around her neck. "This is going to be fun, sugar. You seem to enjoy the same types of things that I do, so I want you to enjoy the sensation of being completely secured to the bed. Go lie down."

Once her arms, legs, and collar were all secured, I grabbed a vibrator from the basket of toys by the bed. Her eyes were slightly glassy as she struggled in the restraints and watched me move over her body. Once between her legs, I hovered my body inches above hers and began a slow descent over her torso. I kissed, sucked, bit, and slid the vibrator over every inch of her skin. She was panting, writhing, and calling out my name by the time I reached her delicate clit. I placed the vibrator on the bed beside her glistening thigh. I glanced at her face and felt the weight of what was happening hit me suddenly. She struggled in the restraints and moaned again. I shook off the memories of Noelle and lowered my face to lick her inner thigh. She sighed and arched her back so that I would have easier access to her pussy. Without any hesitation, I licked a slow trail up to her clit. I moaned against her and took her between my teeth. She gasped and thrust her hips into my face. I didn't need any more encouragement. I sucked and bit and licked at her until she was screaming her orgasm into the confines of the room.