Strum

Camille moaned the best she could with David's hands around her throat. Her orgasm ripped through her while her body shuttered in pleasure.

She needed this...no, she needed him. David was everything that she had been looking for and she didn't even realize it. The fact that she was actually submitting to someone and not just reading about it, sent her into a second orgasm before she had even come down from her last one.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh mmmmmmmmm" She moaned as she forced herself to keep her eyes open and look at David. If he was like so many that she read about, he wouldn't allow direct eye contact unless he said so.
 
David loosened his grip on Camille's throat as he pumped her full of his sperm. Collapsing over he smiled and said, "Welcome to my lair."

He lowered his head over her breast and sucked on her nipple, savoring the salt in the patina of perspiration he found there. He licked and nibbled his way to the other tit, sucking as much as he could into his mouth.

He looked up and said, "Stay the night."
 
Camille smiled back at him, a look of complete satisfaction on her face. "I like your lair Sir." She replied softly.

As his mouth came down over her breast and nipple, she moaned softly again. A ripple of pleasure traveling from her nipple and down deep into her core. She closed her eyes and just reveled in the sensations.

Her eyes opened at his question. "Yes. I will stay the night with you. Right in this moment, I couldn't think of anywhere else I would rather be." Her honesty surprised even her but she just looked at him and tried to play off the surprise.
 
He kissed her forehead and laid down next to Camille. He was spent, but in a very good way, and with a little coaxing, he knew he would be ready for a replay.

He looled at her out of the corner of his eye. "What would be your ideal relationship?"
 
Camille looked at him as she sighed in satisfaction. "Yesterday, I could have given you that answer but now that I have been with you, and the little bit of things you have shown me, I'm not sure anymore. I always read about a BDSM relationship and fantasied about one but never thought it would happen to me. So I guess a relationship where I can give up control in the bedroom and still have a seemingly normal relationship outside of the bedroom so our friends have no idea."

After she was done talking, she snuggled into David and rest her head on his chest. Her fingers lazily moved up and down his chest as she listened to his heart beat steadily in her ear.
 
He caressed her back a moment before asking, "What dies seemingly normal mean to you?"

He wrapped his arm around her, and enjoyed the feel of her body mashed against his. "Does seemingly normal mean that you, like most women, want me to capitulate to your every whim? That is not who I am. I need to be in control at all times. "
 
She looked at him in surprise. "No, far from it. I have no problem with you having the control. Seemingly normal would be me being able to call you by your name or a term of endearment. Being able to look in your eyes and kiss you when I want. Certain things like that. Of course if I go too far, I'm sure you would do something once we are home to teach me not to do it again."

Camille placed small kisses on his chest while he held her. It almost felt like she melted into him.
 
David nodded, his agreement. Part of him wondered when the negatives to Camille would hit. He also wondered if there were any negatives.

One day at a time. First things first, she needed to be trained, she needed to be sure she knew what she was getting into and accept it with knowledge of what she was really getting into.

"Tomorrow, we have to talk, a lot. There are things you need to understand so that you know what you are getting into. This isn't some romance novel."
 
"I never said it was a romance novel. Those never have enough...appeal to them. The BDSM novels are fun to read though." Camille answered as she stifled a yawn.

She really liked David and was so glad that she went home with him. She was excited to see what tomorrow would bring. She did have to sing tomorrow night but she hoped she could spend the day with him. This whole thing intrigued her very much.

Her hand laid on his chest as her eyes closed. David was so comfortable to lay with and she felt so safe with him.
 
David laid there a while soaking in the heat of Camille's skin, and the heat of her hand on his chest.

This was seemingly too magical. How could he have possibly found a near perfect woman at a bar he had been to hundreds of times before? How had he missed her there? Was some greater force at work between the two of them?

He wondered what a future together would look like? Could she live a happy fulfilled life with him.

His head swam until he drowned under the weight of everything going through his mind, falling asleep, unlike any sleep he had before.

He woke the next morning her heat still pressed against him, and in a very brief moment of confusion thought who , then "Camille," he breathed out.

He watched her until she woke, then kissed her forehead softly, asking, "Are you a decent cook?"
 
Camille slept soundly wrapped in David's arms, his heartbeat is what lulled her to sleep. She wondered if anything about David would scare her away. As she stirred awake, she felt a kiss on her forehead before she looked up into David's eyes. "Morning." She stretched before answering his question.

"I can cook. The decency of it depends on the person I guess. Do you have things for French toast?" Camille asked while staying snuggled against him. She never imagined that she would have such a great night when she went to work last nignt.

"Do you have anything to do today?" She asked curiously.
 
David nodded. "Yes, for standard French toast, I have everything, if you like wheat bread."

He reached down and cupped her heavy breast and squeezed it while scraping his thumb across her nipple. As for today, I will spend time with you, talking, getting to know you and letting you get to know what I need from you."

Shrugging his way out of the bed, "After that depends on if you work tonight."
 
"A few other breads work better but I can make wheat work." Camille replied smiling. As his thumb scraped over her nipple, she inhaled sharply. Her nipples hardening in erect points.

"Okay...that sounds like some good ideas. I, uh, do work tonight but you know when I get done and where I work. I have tomorrow night off though." She said as she watched him get out of bed. His body distracting her momentarily before she slid out of bed herself. Realizing that she didn't have a change of clothes, she turned towards David. "I will have to go back to my place to change before work though."
 
David nodded thoughtfully and said, "Then I will show you the house, then you can cook breakfast. Once done with that we can shower them talk more."

He headed toward the bathroom, motioning Camille to follow him. The master bath was luxurious, almost spa like. The far end held a smaller room with a toilet and a closet for towels. To the right side was a bathtub large enough for two, and just past that a shower large enough for four. To the left a spacious double vanity.

The entire room glistened and glowed as if cleaned daily. He looked over her shoulder and said, "I will take you back to your place a couple hours before your gig tonight. That will give me time to approve of what you plan to wear. Or not."
 
Camille nodded before following him towards the master bath. Her jaw dropped in awe as she looked around. "This bathroom is so beautiful! So much space." She said softly as she lightly ran her hand along the counter of the vanity.

"Approve of what I wear?" Camille asked as she looked over at him. "Well I suppose that if our conversations go as well as we hope today, you would have to approve of what I wear tonight."
 
David caressed her ass with the back of his fingers, his finger nails drawing across the smooth soft skin of her ass cheek. He cupped the cheek in his hand and for a moment tried to remember if any womans ass had felt so good in his hand and decided, that no, no one had.

Turning away he headed upstairs and showed Camille the main floor of the house. The main living area was a kitchen with a large island, living room and dining area combined, which compromised almost 60% of the main floor. Two small guestrooms and a laundry area filled out the remaining space.

He looked at her and said, "That's it. Learn the kitchen area, you'll find that everything flows well, and each item is in it's own place. Which all make sense to me, at least."

He cupped her left tilt and squeezed it firmly. "You may wear an apron while cooking, once done it comes off. The one that I have is in the bottom drawer next to the oven."
 
A shiver ran up Camille's spine as his fingers caressed her ass. She followed him through the rest of the house and looked around and as they made their way back to the kitchen, she nodded in appreciation of the space.

"You have a gorgeous house David. I am sure that I will be able to figure out where you have everything in the kitchen." Her breath caught when he squeezed her tit firmly. "You mean you want me to cook in nothing but an apron?" She asked curiously. Camille had never cooked wearing nothing before but with the apron on, she supposed that it wouldn't be that different than having a t-shirt on.
 
David nodded, "Yes. And that is only so you don't get burned by splatter from the stove."

He gave her a lopsided grin, "If you gets splatter burns it will be from my using a lit candle to drop wax on you."

He went to the coffee pot and began making coffee for the two of them.

After the percolator started he turned back to Camille and saw her working on the egg mixture for the French toast. Stepping up behind her, David worked his hand between the apron and her skin.

Reaching down between her legs, he cupped her pussy and lifted her up and back until his cock rested between her ass cheeks. He whispered into her ear, "Mine," as he squeezed her pussy lightly.
 
Camille gasped when David cupped her pussy as she added more cinnamon and a hint of nutmeg to the mixture.

"Yes Sir, it is yours. For as long as you will have me." She replied before setting the mixture aside and grinding back against his cock between her ass cheeks.

Everything David did felt so good and tantalizing that she just couldn't not give this a chance. Work was going to be so interesting tonight because she was going to want her shift to end quickly. She loved singing but she needed this.
 
Swatting her ass affectionately, David glanced at the percolator and frowned, it seemed to be taking a long time. He stepped away from Camille and leaned against the counter so that he could watch her fantastic ass.

"Tell me, what unfulfilled desires do you have? That thing no man has done before."
 
Camille put a pan on the shove and melted some butter before grabbing the bread, dipping it into the egg mixture to completely coat it and then putting it in the pan. She swayed her hips, knowing that David was watching and deciding to have fun with it.

"Unfulfilled desire? What we are already doing but if you want me to be specific..." She trailed off as she thought. She faintly heard her cellphone ringing from the bedroom but ignored it. "Being tied up and completely at your mercy." Camille turned and smiled shyly at him before winking and turning back to the French toast.

She pulled open the drawer next to the stove and found something to flip the toast with. Then she moved it over and started the process all over again.
 
David grunted, "That shall happen sooner or later, I am sure."

He watched her work on the French toast for a moment then went to get his camera. He took a couple photos, looked at them in the view screen then took four or five more before putting the camera away.

"What does your apartment look like?"
 
Camille looked over her shoulder at David just as he took his last picture before putting the camera away. "Like what you see?" She asked flirtatiously and she put the last 2 slices of French toast into the pan.

"My apartment? Nothing special really. It's a small 1 bedroom place. Nothing like your place at all." Camille replied softly as she started to clean up anything she could before breakfast was done. "You will see it tonight."
 
While Canille cooked, David set the table, putting both plates at one end of the black walnut table. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, black, and asked, "Want some?"
 
Looking up, Camille smiled before answering. "Sure. 2 scoops of sugar please." She said as she pulled the last of the french toast out of the pan. "So David, are you ready for breakfast?" Camille asked softly as she let her eyes trail over his body again. She had had so much fun last night with him and David was exciting to her.
 
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