The Wheels of Fortune (closed for DarkWarrioress)

[DarkWarrioress]

Tess sat back and simply listened to the three of them talk. By now, she knew she was going to stick around. Arthur was coming to mean so much to her. She truly wanted to explore what was fast building between them.

As they left the restaurant and started back to the townhouse, Tess wasn’t in a hurry to get there, it had been a lovely night, a lovely meal with Arthur’s editor and publisher.

“There’s a couple of things I’d like you to think about, one to decide by tomorrow; the other can wait.”

Her heels clicked on the concrete sidewalk as they walked along. A soft breeze washed over them. She gave him a curious look.

“Tomorrow? Sightseeing or shopping, or a bit of both. And think about what sights you’d like to see, the classic tourist places like the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty or any other sights you’ve heard of.”

“The other thing,” he continued, “is the possible signing tour. “If you are still with me, I’d like you to join me as my assistant. It is grueling, five or six weeks of a new city every day or two, but it can be fun as well.”

When they arrived at the townhouse, Arthur reached into his pocket for presumedly the keys to let them in by. She removed her arm from his and took a small step back to give him some space. Then he did something she could not have foreseen. He took her hand and dropped the set of keys into her palm.

“Arthur… what…”

She looked down at her palm then back to Arthur’s face.

“Here’s a set of keys for you. You let us in this time.”

For a brief moment, she simply stared down at the keys. Thinking. She gave him a brief side-eye as she stepped up to the door and inserted the key. There was a wealth of meaning to Arthur’s gesture that wasn’t lost on her. Still, for the moment, she simply let them into the townhouse and stepped aside so he could step through as well. Only when he was inside did she softly close the door behind them, throwing the locks into place before she turned towards him, her fingers curled around the keys. She stepped closer to him until their bodies almost touched. With her free hand, she slid it up his chest to his shoulder before she slid her palm against the back of his neck as she stood on tiptoe and touched her lips to his.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur accepted Tess’s invitation, pressing his lips to hers as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Lightly at first, but as he felt the warmth in hers he responded in kind, pressing more firmly and parting her lips with his. He drew her close against him as his tongue slipped out to stroke her lips and his chest tensed with the press of her breasts against it.

Harder then, lips to lips, and his tongue thrust in to find hers and twist and twirl with it in a mutual dance of exploration. He ran his free hand up her arm and over her shoulder to spread his fingers around her neck and pull her head tighter to him as the passion of his kiss grew. Two minutes. Three minutes. Five, and more. His fingers massaged the nape of her neck as his tongue continued to explore her mouth. And then a break to catch their breath.

As their faces slowly separated, his arousal, his pleasure, his gratitude was evident in his eyes. His lust as well, and he took a deep breath before turning her towards the stairs. He stayed a half-step behind her, just to her left, his right hand on the small of her back guiding her up the stairs. He walked up with her, his body barely touching hers. He paused at the top of the stairs, between the open doors to the master bedroom and the guest room that he said was hers.

He moved to the side, directly behind Tess and pulled the zipper on her dress, slowly drawing it down as far as her waist. His hands on her shoulders, then, and he pushed the straps over her shoulders and down as far as her elbows. He placed his hands, warm with desire, on her bare shoulders and held her in place as he kissed her lightly on the neck. He stepped back, releasing her. It was up to her to make the decision. Which door would she go through?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Himan desire crackled the air between them as she felt his lips press against hers. It was more than desire that was between them, she thought. Arthur’s touch moved her. She wanted more from him that she knew for sure. His tongue parted her lips and she was more than willing to open them to him. Their tongues met and twined. Her body stepped closer to his, pressing against him. Eventually, they had to come up for air. So many things were there in his eyes to read and she had barely read them as he turned toward the stairs. As they walked up them, barely touching, she was still so acutely aware of him beside her. At the top, they both paused. She felt his hands behind her, pulling the zipper of her dress down for her. It made her smile slightly as she remembered asking him to pull up the zipper for her in what seemed like ages ago when they had first gone out. His hands had pushed the top of her dress down to her elbows. She felt his hands on her shoulders just before she felt his lips on the side of her neck. His touch made her give a small moan of pleasure.

Arthur never overstepped his bounds. He was wise to what she had been through and he wasn’t going to push. She admired him for that. She removed her arms from her dress, letting it pool at her waist as she silently took him by the hand and moved toward the master bedroom. She had made her decision and the anticipation of the night before them made her heart pound in her chest. Arthur had ignited a fire within her that she thought had been long dead.

As they entered Arthur’s bedroom, she turned toward him, her eyes turned upward to meet his own. Hers soundlessly spoke of the desire he had awakened in her, a spark of fear but also the determination to overcome it and the desperate need for him to show her how it could be, without violence or degradation.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur looked up and down Tess’ half-unclothed body before looking into her eyes. He saw the desire there, and the fear, too. But he also saw something deeper. He was sure there was love deep within her soul, that it was not just a reflection of his own feelings.

He wanted her, had wanted her from when they met, and now she was giving herself to him. She trusted him, but how far? He had told her he’d never do something a partner wouldn’t want. She’d remember that, he was sure, remember that she could stop him at any time. He took a deep breath and lifted her hand to his lips for a kiss.

Them he pulled her to him, her naked breast against his clothed chest, and brought her arm behind her back and around her waist. He free hand cupped her cheek as he gazed intently into her eyes. “Yes,” they seemed to say, and he slipped his hand from her cheek to her neck, wrapping his fingers firmly around her throat. He squeezed gently as he brought his lips to hers, pressing lightly at first and then more insistently. His lips parted slightly, and his tongue slipped out to stroke her lips from corner to corner. A harder kiss, then, as his tongue thrust between her lips to taste her mouth, to dance passionately with her tongue. He held her there in the kiss for what seemed an eternity before slowly breaking it off.

He looked in her eyes as he released his grip on her neck, and darted in for another kiss, shorter, but just as filled with desire. He continued to hold her arm around her back as he guided her to the foot of his bed. There he stopped for another kiss before releasing her hand. Silently he stepped over to the dresser and drew something from the top drawer.

Back to her, and another lustful gaze up and down her body. He took hold of her right hand and raised it up toward the side post of the bed. His free hand deftly looped a soft leather strap through an iron ring and then fastened it around her wrist. It was time to see how much she trusted him, how much she wanted him. A shift to the other side, and her left wrist was fastened as well, leaving her in the center of the bed with her arms stretched tightly towards the foot posts. Arthur stepped back, savoring the sight of Tess bound, with her dress hanging down on her hips, her back naked and vulnerable.

He stepped up and laid his hands on her shoulders, bending to nuzzle in her hair and kiss her neck.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The man had her in his palm the minute he lifted her hand and kissed it. Her body pressed against his made her body feel heated. Her eyes were open for him to read. She trusted him not to do anything to hurt her. It had been two long years since she had last felt a man’s body pressed to hers and it hadn’t been pleasant. However, with Arthur, she felt safe and extremely turned on.

She knew a moment of sheer panic when Arthur wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed gently. Every fiber of her being wanted to struggle against it. His lips on hers made her not think about it, until she felt the pressure increase around her throat. Again, her flight or fight response wanted to kick in and was at war with her need to trust. His kiss deepened and grew harder. She wasn’t sure what he wanted from her, but she acquiesced to him. Again, with trust. Even her arm that he held at her back, did not move or show any signs of a struggle. Tess moaned a little when he broke the kiss. Gods, she wanted his mouth back on hers, his tongue dancing with hers. Unsure of what he had planned for her; she followed him to the end of the bed and stood there silently as he briefly moved away to dresser.

When Arthur came back to join her she knew another moment of panic as he raised her arm, securing her wrist to the one of the bed posts with a leather strap, attaching it to an iron ring she had seen before on their tour of the house. Her other wrist was attached to another post on the other side. She felt…. vulnerable. Her eyes watched Arthur as he came to stand before her again, placing his hands on her shoulders. His simple touch seemed to melt any panic she was feeling. As his lips found her neck, her eyes closed and she couldn’t stop the soft moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. His very presence excited her. His touch not only ignited a fire inside of her, it also calmed her. It, he, made her feel safe. Her nipples hardened. Tess tipped her head slightly to one side to give him all the access he wanted to her neck. Goosebumps exploded on her skin even as her heart rate accelerated.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur breathed a soft sigh of happiness as Tess offered him her neck. He took full advantage of her gesture, nuzzling deeper and kissing her more warmly. His hands slid upwards from her shoulders, caressing the flesh of each of her arms until her reached her wrists. Feeling the strain in her arms from her bondage aroused him further, and he paused as he reached the leather bindings to savor the pleasure. Slowly down her arms then, over her shoulders and beyond, his finger caressing her goosebumped skin from her ribs to her hips.

He reached around front, sliding his hands sensuously over her abdomen and then up her front until his hands cupped her breasts. His fingers tightened around the base of each and knead her flesh gently, but firmly. Her breasts still in his hands, his thumbs and forefingers grasped her nipples, rubbing and twisting them in rhythm to the quick little kissed that he now played on the side of her neck.

His left hand continued to play with her breast while he brought his right around to her back, spreading his fingers wide to reach from shoulder blade to shoulder blade. He moved his head from her neck as his hand rose up her back to her neck. He squeezed then, grasping her nape as if he were picking up a kitten. He tilted her head backward and turned her face towards him. An amorous look into her eyes, and he leaned in for a kiss, firm and hot.

The kiss was long as his tongue once more found hers, and while they kissed, his hand rode down from her neck to the small of her back and then around her waist, spreading his hand over her exposed umbilicus. His left hand continued finding pleasure, massaging and toying with one breast then the other while he stood behind her, holding her close to him,

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His hands left a trail of fire not only on her skin, but below it, igniting her blood with desire and need. She had never met a man like Arthur before. She didn’t find herself scared of him in the least, if anything his nuzzling and kisses made her moan softly and made her restless. His thumbs and forefingers deliciously tortured her nipples, his kisses peppered the side of her neck sending shock waves through her. She felt his hands splayed out across her shoulder blades just before his fingers grasped her neck and tilted her head back so that his lips found hers. Tess found herself lost in that kiss. She wanted to touch him, feel him under her fingertips and tugged at the bindings keeping her from doing so helplessly.

As the kiss deepened, their tongues slid across and around each other. She could feel the heat of him radiate into her back, making her push back against him. As his fingers spread out, covering her belly button, she gave a little moan of pleasure as her inner core twitched. Fire ignited deep in her belly and quickly spread throughout her body. How long had it been since she had enjoyed any type of intimacy with a man? Too long, she thought.

In tis moment and time, while she felt like her heart was going to tear out of her chest because it was beating so hard, she trusted Arthur with what he knew about her. He didn’t demean her. In fact, she had read so much more in his eyes. His mouth was intoxicating and her mind ran wild at what he could do with it and hopefully, with her. A soft whine developed in her throat. It was one of pleasure and desperation.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur stepped back from Tess and gazed on her as he removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Over to the armoire, and he looked over his selection of whips. He already knew which he wanted, and his hand went right to a four-foot long snake. Long enough for room to swing and short enough for intimacy, it was a loose braid of soft goat-kid leather. Those two qualities were ideal for his purpose; the soft braid would collapse with the strike, absorbing some of the energy. It would give a sharp twinge, more of a sting than a severe pain. He snapped it lightly a few times on his way back to Tess.

The snakel was in his right hand as he stepped up to her. He draped it over her shoulder, the head hanging down her back and the tail lying over her breast. His left arm wrapped around her, his hand firmly cupping her breast, and drew her bare back against his bare chest. He whispered in her ear, telling her that “stop” was all she need say. He took a half-step backwards and gathered her hair in his two hands, shifting it to fall on her left shoulder. Then he drew the snake slowly over her shoulder until the tail fell to the floor.

He lightly tossed the braid across her back a few times, and then quickly lashed it across her shoulder blades. He paused to savor her reaction and to see the thin red line slowly record the path of the snake. Another few twitches of the tail on her back, and another lash, a bit harder than the first. Again a pause. A third lash left its trace just below her ribs. The fourth was across her waistline. A fifth left its mark from one hip over the small of her back to the other.

Arthur’s breath grew heavy with his arousal as Tess - the woman he wanted - felt his whip and didn’t utter the word that would end it. He took a step closer and to the side. After a longer pause, he delivered a sixth blow, partly across her back at the bottom of her shoulder blade. The snake continued around her side and the tip of its tail snapped on the side of her breast. He watched intently as the line appeared and then stepped up, draping the whip over her shoulder again. He ran his hands lightly up and down her back, his fingers feeling for the little welts the snake had left.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he kissed her neck for nearly five minutes. Then his hands slid down her sides, pushing her dress over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Back to her waist, and he slipped her panty down to join her dress around her ankles. He stepped back again, again slowly drawing the snake over her shoulder.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Tess watched him silently, with a bit of apprehension, as he walked over to the armoire in the room and opened it. He withdrew a whip and Tess stopped breathing when he snapped it a few times in the air. When he draped the thing over her shoulder, she stiffened. However, its softness made her relax for a second or two. Was he planning on using it on her? Obviously so and it made her restless and a bit panicky in her bindings. Still, she waited nervously. He moved to her back once again and managed to relax against him when he drew back, skin to skin. It further reassured her that when he had whispered in her ear that all she had to say was ‘stop’ and he would. She believed him and that reassurance gave her back a minute bit of power. Tess had to admit to herself she was curious and her curiosity was about to sated.

The braid lashed across her back. Its initial encounter with her skin, made her body jerk as the sting of the whip and the heat that went with it, made itself known. Arthur hadn’t hit her hard enough to make her back bow outward, but she could tell from the sting that welts were rising everywhere the braid made contact with her skin. Tess wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but she did know what she didn’t want to experience and if he had a cane in that armoire, that word was leaving her lips.

Arthur had whipped her in several places on her body. The heat and the sting swamped her body and her senses. Oddly, the action hadn’t instilled fear in her and when his hands ran up and down her body, she sighed. His hands were like magic. They soothed her. His arms snaked around her, pulling her tight against his body as he kissed her neck, making her moan in pleasure. Just the feel of his body pressed against her back aroused her further. He removed her dress and panties and felt the whip’s braid slide smoothly over her shoulder. Tess drew in a deep breath and waited. Now, at least, she knew what was coming, just not where or when.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur took two steps back and looked Tess over. The red traces on her back were already fading, and he focused on her buttocks, full and vulnerable. She’d offered herself, accepted his kink, but he wondered if she found any pleasure in it. Now it was time to test her further.

He tossed the snake lightly over her ass a few times and took a long pause. Then, in an instant, he raised the whip to the side and brought it down sharply across her bum. The red line that came into view was deeper than those that marked her back and her flesh still quivered with the blow as the welt rose.

He flicked the whip across the back of her thighs a few time and another few strokes up and down between her cheeks. A backhand next, sharply across both cheeks. Her flesh quivered deliciously, and Arthur’s breath turned deep and slow.

He dropped the snake and stepped back up to Tess, running his hands gently over the welts on her ass and then around her hips to caress her abdomen and hips. His hands flowed up and down her body, from Mound of Venus to the hollow of her neck and towards the sides as well, lightly caressing and kneading her breasts. His body was fully against her back, and he bent his nead to kiss her neck again and again.

“Thank you, Tess.” he whispered as his right hand slid up her arm and took hold of the leather strap. A quick tug, and her wrist was freed. A kiss, long and warm of her neck, and he undid her left wrist the same way. He turned her to face him, held her in his arms, and kissed her again on the lips, his passion evident in the force and heat of his lips against hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Tess had never encountered this type of bedroom play. Oh, she had heard and read about it. Her back arched as she felt the sting of the lash on her buttocks. The heat chased it. She was sure welts would rise up as well. She was unsure of how she felt about this. It’s wasn’t something that was too painful for her to endure, but enduring was something she thought Arthur wouldn’t buy into. Then again, what did she know until they spoke about it. Tess didn’t count the light lashes, but before she knew it, Arthur had stepped up to her, pressing his flesh against hers and she sighed as she leaned back into him. His kisses on her neck made her moan a little.

He thanked her and released her hands from their bindings. Before he turned her, pressing his chest to her own and taking her lips in another searing kiss. Her body stung all over but it didn’t stop her from fitting her body into his. Their tongues dancing and caressing together. Her own hands slid around his back and held him tightly. Maybe it still had been too soon. Arthur’s use of the whip on her did not, surprisingly, bring up past memories for her. Maybe she really was ready to move on.

Her palms slid down his back and wrapped themselves around his ass, giving it a little squeeze before they started roaming. Her hands found their way to his hips. One of them slid between their bodies. She could feel him throbbing and slightly bobbing as he pressed up against her. Her fingers found him and wrapped around his erection.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

It was clear Tess hadn’t enjoyed the whip, nor that she did enjoy it; there was still room to explore and develop. But one thing was clear; she did enjoy Arthur. He sighed as her warm fingers wrapped sensuously around his organ. He kissed her as he slid his hands down her back to her buttocks, cupping a cheek in each hand.

He lifted her as he kissed and stepped forward to place her cheeks over the edge of the bed. He leaned forward, his tongue playing in her mouth as he slowly eased her down on her back.

She had given him what he wanted; no questions, no hesitation; now it was her turn to show him something she liked. His dick was still in her hand, for her to do with what she will, stroke him, rub him over her slit and clit, guide him inside her, He didn’t know what she’d do, but the thought of learning more about her, about her desires, stiffened and throbbed his erect organ.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Tess’ mind was not sure how it felt about the whip, but Arthur wasn’t mean with it and the experience hadn’t triggered anything bad from her days with Brad. Of course, Brad hadn’t used a whip on her, thankfully, but he had used a belt. Her mind quickly closed on those days and refocused on Arthur.

Arthur had gently lifted her as they kissed and set her on the edge of the bed. Her fingers slid around his neck as they kissed, burying themselves in his hair. She felt herself easing down on the bed but the kiss did not break and nor did her hold on his cock. As she felt her back nestle into the bed, she slowly eased her grip and started stroking his cock. He felt like velvet in her hand only hard and silky. She sighed into his mouth as she stroked him. Her fingers slowly glided over the head until her palm covered it. She felt the precum leaking from the slit there. She rubbed it over the sensitive head before gliding back down then upwards again.

Arthur was letting her do as she wanted while they continued to kiss. Her fingers found his balls on a downward stroke and she took a moment to explore them, rolling them in her fingers gently. They trickled back up to the hardened column and wrapped around it, moving slowly back up toward the head. She wanted to feel him at her entrance and guided him there until it found her clit and rubbed against it, making her back arch slightly. She guided him to her wet folds and rubbed him there too, parting her lips so he could feel just how wet she was for him. Her fingers, still wrapped around him, paused, the head of his cock just at the opening of her wet pussy. She tore her mouth away from his.

“Arthur, please. Please fuck me, “ she gasped.

Her hips were slightly bucking, causing herself to rub against him.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur smiled through his panting breath, and her request landed on eager ears. “Yes.” he gasped, and thrust his hips forward, driving his cock smoothly into her warm, wet sheath. He leaned forward as he began pumping his hips against hers, savoring the snug grip of her vagina as his organ slid back and forth within it.

He ran his hands up her sides and then her arms, stretching them out over her head. When he reached her hands, he entwined his fingers with hers and pinned her hands firmly to the bed as his hips continued to buck.

They were cheek to cheek as he fucked her, or, perhaps, as they fucked; he felt her hips thrusting in time with his. And with his cheek next to hers, he was lost in the fragrance and feel of her hair. A kiss on her cheek. And then on her neck. Another and another, each longer and hotter than the one before. Up for a breath and then down again. On the other side. Kisses and scents and the feel of her hair all over again.

He released his grip on her fingers and sensuously ran his hands down her arms to her sides and then her waist as he raised his chest from hers. Upright now, sitting on his heels, and he pulled her by the waist, drawing her ass up onto his thighs. Her breasts, beautiful and glistening with sweat, were a feast for his eyes and then his hands as he cupped them, kneading and massaging them in rhythm with his hips. Her back still on the bed, her ass on his thighs, and his cock drove back and forth pressing against the roof of her tunnel, stroking the sensitive bundle of pleasure nerves beneath the root of her clit. And the pleasure for him as well, the floor of her vestibule holding tight against the underside of his penis, the roof of her pussy massaging the top of his glans.

Inflamed, his hands played more roughly with her breasts, squeezing, tugging, twisting. And then her nipples, gripped between thumbs and forefingers. Twisted and stretched, pulled as if he would yank her up from the bed by her tits, his eyes fixed on her eyes in search of her feelings.. And still he pumped, driving his cock for his pleasure ... and hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She felt her core clamp around him as he filled her. Ger internal muscles rippling along his length, inviting him to delve deeper. She groaned.

“So good,” she whispered softly and then shivered as he drew her fingers between his own. His touch sent shock waves through her. Her own fingers curled around his.

It was fast becoming to a point where she didn’t know where he started and she began. Every time he thrust inside her, she felt the head of his cock scrape against her walls and finally hit that one very sensitive spot that had her hips arching upward against him. Gods, how she missed this. The caring and she had to admit, the dominance as well. Arthur didn’t overpower her but she felt the strength within him and with every thrust into her canal.

Changing positions, Arthur sat back and drew her ass up onto his thighs. Her own thighs parted as widely as they could on either side of his own. She watched him, watching her and it was a huge turn on for her. She had never realized. When he hit her g-spot with the head of his cock, she softly screamed his name. By all that was true and right in this world, Arthur had accomplished something Brad never had. Then again, Brad never cared about finding her g-spot or giving her pleasure. It was always about him and when he couldn’t get off, it was her fault for being such a lousy fuck.

Arthur’s fingers were on her tits. There was pressure certainly, but no pain. His eyes were on hers and she couldn’t look away. She drowned in the depths she found there. She could feel it. It was, at that moment, like slow electricity flowing up through her toes, her back, through every nerve ending she had. The pressure built in her core. Needing something to hang on to, her fingers curled around his forearms as he continued to pound into her. When it hit, it seemingly came out of nowhere. She shattered on his cock. Her world went dark with intensity and all she saw was stars. Stars that seemed to explode like she was.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur found her body responsive; her hands tightened around his forearms and then she came. And to say that would be an understatement. She seemed to erupt, and her pussy tightened in a spasm on his cock. And that did it for him. One stroke in that grip, and he exploded as well, filling her with jet after jet of hot, thick cum.

His back had arched and lifted his head, bringing her face, and the rapturous contortions of her orgasm, into view. Yes, it was good, It felt good to him, so natural, as if they were meant to be a couple. He held himself there, watching her as his cock pulsed with each bleb of jism coursing through it. At last he fell down beside her, his softening organ still inside her and an incredible smile on his face. No need to ask if it were good; no need to comment on how good it was. Their expressions told it all.

They settled down, then, in each other’s arms, Arthur holding Tess close as he lightly stroked her hair and her flesh.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She felt him inside of her. Hot. Pulsing. His release painting her interior walls. She gave one more shudder before her head drifted to his shoulder. Her breath hot on his skin. Her body relaxed against his as she struggled to find her bearings. His hands felt like a godsend, as they stroked her.

At some point, her head turned to look at him beside her. Her eyes were wide, filled with peace and wonder.

“Oh. My. God, Arthur.”

There was more she wanted to say but now her mind was racing, at odds with her relaxing body. She just didn’t have any other words to express how she was feeling. Maybe later, she would find her words and tell him exactly how she felt. For the moment however, she managed to run her body to face his and snuggled her head under his chin, her own hands moving slowly up and down his forearms.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur lay there, enjoying the press of Tess’ body against his and the smooth touch of her hands gliding over his arms. His mind was asea with thoughts and wordless feelings that he tried to make sense of. It felt so right, so perfect, but was it only the effect of two years without intimacy? He felt sure that his feelings for Tess were real, that they were meant for each other. But were they? What about his kinks? They were important to him; always had been, but would she share them? Would she take pleasure in playing out erotic scenes with him? In creating them?

All the while, though, no matter what his imagined doubts, there was one very tangible reality: Tess. She was there. Next to him. Caressing him. She cared for his kinks, after all, she did submit to his whip for him. Perhaps they would find common ground. Her head lay on his chest, just under his chin. He lifted his head up and kissed her crown. Her scent was there, and it felt as right as her body.

He turned, then, so that they’d lay facing each other. A kiss on her forehead and then on her lips. He stroked her arm now, from shoulder to wrist and back. Down again, and past her wrist, entwining their fingers and bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss. He released her hand and slid his over her side and onto her hip. He pulled her tight to him and kissed her again, warm and firm.

“Shower? Sleep? Talk? Plan tomorrow?” he asked. “What would you like to do now?”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her breath was returning to her body. The tenderness. The caring. The intensity and the passion. It was all more than she could have ever realized. Tess didn’t know how to find the words to thank him. He had freed her from her lonely tower.

As she lay beside him, he turned and faced her. Her eyes sought out his and held.

“Shower? Sleep? Talk? Plan tomorrow? What would you like to do now?”

Hmmm. The thought of sharing a shower with him had possibilities. However, she felt the soreness that had invaded her body and knew she should give it time.

“Maybe… talk until we fall asleep? Arthur..” she began, not sure how to phrase what she wanted to know.

“Will you talk with me about you? I’m curious about your kinks and I know there are more of them.”

Tess’ eyes, which had been staring at his chest, returned to his face. Her body felt so relaxed and comfortable. Something she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Well,” Arthur began as he tightened his arm around Tess, “bondage and discipline, obviously, though only by consent. Feigned non-consent is fun, too, though. Shibari is a favorite of mine, artistic erotic bondage is a pleasure and an art.”

He paused to kiss her forehead and offer to tie her up if she’d like to try it.

“There’s two big areas for my kinks,” he continued; “the lived and the acted. The lived is what we just had: a sharing of bodies and emotions between two real people. It can take a myriad of forms, and my kinks in that realm are unending, and anything new is welcome. It’s a realm where me and my partner are equal, even if it seems to be dominance and submission. Dominance doesn’t really exist without voluntary submission, and the dom has to understand that the dominance only exists because of the submission.”

He paused again, and another kiss, with an added hug.

“I’m sorry, Tess,” he said. “I’m waxing too philosophical.

“The acted is just that: it’s plays, little vignettes. It’s an opportunity to play out fantasies. And, again, there’s an equality in it. My partner and I would set up scenes to act out, but really act; we would get involved as if the play were real. A lot of standard stories, but often twisted as we’d go along.”

He assumed Tess would know he was talking about Emily, but he didn’t want to name her since he was with Tess.

“We’d play here in the house, and even outside, going on dates. In the house at the Lodge, though; too small a community for public kinks, and we had the play rooms too. A medieval vault. A bridal chamber. A medical clinic. You get the idea. It’s a lot of fun, and it can be very therapeutic as well, to act out your fantasies or even re-write your realities.”

He shifted his position so they lay side by side facing each other, her head resting on his arm, and his other arm draped over her waist.

“I think everyone has sexual fantasies,” he said as he looked into her eyes. “Do you have any you’d like to make happen? As for lived ones; just start wherever it happens and go wherever it takes you.”

“That’s it” he concluded. “If you want details, let’s share fantasies.”

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She listened as Arthur explained things to her and she had to admit to herself that those weren’t bad kinks to have. Of course, she no experience with any of it. Then he asked her about her fantasies. Tess sighed and snuggled closer to Arthur.

“I really don’t know, Arthur. I have never had time for fantasies or even to discover anything. If I wasn’t working my fingers and back to the bone to make a living, I was sleeping and somewhere in there, I had to eat. You know,” she tilted her head back on the pillow to find his eyes.

“Everything you described for me about your fantasies, doesn’t set off any alarm bells with me. I wouldn’t be averse to roaming in your fantasies. Maybe along the way, I’ll discover what kinds of fantasies I have. I think if we’re going to continue and I would like to; you’re going to have to lead the way.”

It was true, she hadn’t a clue. Brad was never into any of that. Brad, was always into himself. Her pleasure, her needs, her desires, were never a part of their relationship. It was sad. So sad. However, she just discovered Arthur and she found something good. She broke their embrace and sat up, looking down at him. Her eyes were clearly soft and open.

“Teach me, Arthur. Please. Teach me to please you.”

Tess had learned from what they just shared, that pleasing Arthur, pleased her.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Arthur looked into her eyes and ran his fingers lightly over her cheek.

“Teaching is a relationship,” he began, “it only exists with learning..”

Tess inadvertently raised a deeply philosophical question with Arthur; he’d have to deal with some of it, but he’d do his best to keep it down to earth, down to their immediate earth.

“Some people think that lecturing is dictation and that learning is copying and remembering,” he continued, “That’s wrong. Lecturing is thinking out loud for others to think about your thoughts and come to their own thoughts. And the questions to the lecturer generate new thoughts. Teaching and learning work both ways.”

“So, Tess,” he went on as he stroked her arm with the back of his hand. “I’d be delighted to make love with you in all the ways I like, and then you’d learn what I like. But you’d also learn what you like, ad then I’d learn what you like and we’d both teach and learn, without even trying. And from it we’d probably discover some new things that we’d both like. You say you want to please me; we’ll, I want to please you as well. And we’ve just started on that already.”

He got up from the bed and told Tess to lie down on her stomach. When she had, he straddled her, kneeling near the top of her thighs, his flaccid cock resting on the cleavage of her ass.

“One of the many things I like is a massage,” he said. “Getting and giving. I’m going to massage you the way I like, and then you’ll massage me the way you like. If you haven’t thought about it before, start with doing something the same as I did. and then let your own thoughts and feelings take control.”

He began at her neck, his fingers on either side and his thumbs pressed into her nape. He kneaded he neck firmly, pressing in and out, up and down, and rubbing in little circles. Five minutes r so of that and then he wrapped his fingers over her shoulders and kneaded her flesh and muscles the same way, with his fingers stretched to her collar bones and his thumbs rubbing above her shoulder blades.

Arthur continued down her sides to her waist and then gave her arms the same attention. Down the middle of her back then, and he added a little percussion, gently hammering along her spine with the edges of his hands. As he reached the small of her back, he shifted his position, straddling her knees, and massaged her buttocks. Up and down her glutes to the sulcus of each, and then his full hand spread out over the bottom o each cheek, his fingers spread towards her sides and his thumbs almost meeting in he cleavage at her perineum.

From there he continued down her legs, one, then the other, and finished with her feet, his thumbs deeply massaging each sole.

“Finished,” he declared, breaking his silence of nearly an hour. “Now it’s your turn!”

He gave her a light smack on her ass as he got up and prepared to lie down with Tess astride him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She listened intently to Arthur as he spoke and what he was telling her made a great deal of sense. She became acutely aware of him as he moved and knelt at the top of her thighs. She could feel his cock, flaccid however, resting in the crack of her ass as he leaned over her. Tess couldn’t help but make a comparison. If that had been Brad? His cock would have been hard and making the move to fuck her ass. Brad hadn’t been into massages. She threw all thoughts of Brad out of her head. He didn’t belong here. This was Arthur’s and her time together. With a sigh, she concentrated on what Arthur was doing. She gave a small moan of pleasure.

“Arthur, that feels wonderful. You’re very good with your hands.”

The heat from his hands penetrated her skin, making her relax even further. There was firmness in his touch, but not too much, that soothed the muscles below the surface. She simply allowed herself to fall into the lull created by his hands until she had almost fallen asleep. It was his words that snapped her back.

“Finished. Now it’s your turn!”

Tess started to roll over, but not before Arthur had given her a light smack on her ass. She playfully yelped before getting up so he could lie down. Once Arthur was ensconced on the bed, face down, Tess got back on the bed and straddled him exactly as he had done to her. She rubbed her hands together at first and was almost afraid to touch him. What if she applied too much pressure? What if her hands pressed in the wrong place and hurt him? Learning. This was about learning, for both of them. Leaning over, she started her hands at the base of his neck, setting her thumbs on either side and let them press into the muscles there, feeling them. Slowly, her hands spread out, fingers pressing and moving along the tops of his shoulders even as her thumbs moved down his spine a little, still circling, still pressing. Her palms eventually moved to spread out across the planes of his back as she scooted down, giving herself some more room.

She shifted a bit. While her fingers lay flat on the wider expanse of his frame, applying firm pressure and movement, her thumbs moved along his spine. Again, her body shifted. This time further down his leg as her hands moved to massage his ass. Her head canted a little, as she regarded him. He did have a fine ass, she had to admit to herself.

Tess moved onto one leg, insuring it got the same amount of attention as the rest of his body, then she went on to his other leg. When she got to his feet, she tried to copy how he had massaged hers, letting her thumbs bear into the flesh there. When she was done, she simply sat back on her heels, her hands in her lap.

“How did I do, Arthur?”

 

[Tio_Narratore]

“Perfect, Tess,” he said enthusiastically as he turned over to face her. “Completely perfect. It felt good to me, and I’m pretty sure doing it felt good to you. And that’s what it’s all about, pleasing each other and being pleased by each other.”

She was sitting on her heels at the foot of the bed; Arthur motioned for her to move up and sit astride his thighs.

“You wanted to know how to please me, and that was one way,” he spoke while holding her hands. “So now I’ll show you another thing that pleases me.”

He released her hands and placed his hands on her breasts.

“These please me,” he continued, “Breasts. I like breasts. I like to see them. I like to feel them. I like to play with them in all sorts of ways. And I like big breasts and small ones and medium ones. I like sagging ones and perky ones. Ones with big halos and ones with no halo at all. I like big nipples, small nipples, puffy nipples. I like breasts.”

He started softly kneading Tess’ breasts.

“But these are my favorite breasts, and I’m going to have my way with them. Now.”

He paused to see her reaction, and then continued.

“I want you not to say a word while I play with them, I will be gentle and I will be rough. I want you to focus on how it feels. We’re going to kiss the whole time I play. And if you want me to stop, just break the kiss. I want you just to think about yourself here, so don’t worry about stopping me; That way, I’ll show you what I like and you’ll show me what you like. Now lean over and kiss me.”

As she bent over and their lips met, her breasts swung fully into his hands. He massaged them gently with his fingers and his palms and then gradually increased the strength of his grip. Harder and harder, then softly again. Harder once more, digging his fingers deep into the soft breast tissue. Gently again, and hard again, twisting and tugging on them.

He slipped his fingers up to grasp each nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolled her nipples as their kiss continued. The rolling turned to twisting, and the twisting turned harder. He pulled on them and then twisted while he pulled. Was she enjoying it or was she trying to please him? He wanted to know, to know what she really enjoyed. He yanked harder.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She moved up the bed and lowered her backside to his upper thighs at his request. He held onto her hands until he spoke and showed her something else that pleased him. As he cupped her breasts, she had to admit that his hands felt good. Really good. She sat up straighter, squaring her shoulders. She made a small sound deep in her throat as his fingers kneaded her breasts. She could feel her nipples start to tighten all over again. her hands rested on either side of his thighs as he spoke and fondled her breasts. She could feel her core respond as well.

He told her to bend over and as she did so, his fingers worked her nipples. As their lips met, he began his assault on her nipples. She sank into their kiss, a low moan breathed into his mouth. Still, she said not a word as he required of her. However, she couldn’t prevent the soft sounds coming from her throat as he twisted her nipples and that twisting became harder. Then, he would change things up. He didn’t relinquish his hold on her nipples, instead, his touch became softer. Tug and twist. She yipped into his mouth as he yanked on them just a little too hard.

Her mouth tore away from his as she looked down into his eyes. There, he could read her pleasure and her pain. Tess wasn’t sure what to think or how she felt at this point. However, her core, resting on the tops of his thighs, was an indicator. She was soaked and what he aroused in her, slipped out of her and rubbed against his thighs. Until he told her it okay, she still did not speak, merely looked down at him. Her emotions were written there in her eyes, clearly for him to read.

Leaning over him again, she softly set her lips to his. Surprisingly enough, nothing they had been doing had triggered anything bad inside her. No flashbacks, that heavens. Her hands moved again, this time settling on either side of his head. Her hair fell forward, hiding both of their faces. She pressed her breasts against his chest.