The male mind is a perplexing place; naturally domineering yet they break and willingly submit to a more commanding female. After months of pouring over poorly written online resumes, Faith selected her submissive from the dregs. His name was Neil, a handsome man with a crooked, half-hearted smile that resembled a smirk more than a show of affability.
The male mind is a perplexing place; naturally domineering yet they break and willingly submit to a more commanding female. After months of pouring over poorly written online resumes, Faith selected her submissive from the dregs. His name was Neil, a handsome man with a crooked, half-hearted smile that resembled a smirk more than a show of affability. Faith almost switched off her wabcam, pegging him as too pretentious—but something stopped her. Up until then their exchange had been no-nonsense, cut and dry. He answered her questions without great elaboration and didn’t display even the smallest interest in her aside from the task at hand.
She gave him and an assignment with hopes of breaking him; he was to create an online journal and fill it with his fantasies, what intrigued him about the lifestyle, and his expectations. He completed his task daily far ahead of Faith’s six o’clock deadline. He’s writing was detailed in its expression—he painted a clear picture of his desires and in doing so, captured hers to the letter. Slowly she began developing a general delineation of who he was.
He was an compromising asshole; just the type of man she harbored fantasies of bringing to heel.
Their nightly web chat took its normal course of reviewing and discussing his journal. Then, without warning or permission, he shut off his webcam and was gone. Stunned by his willfulness Faith decided she had enough toying around and wrote him off his a loser getting his kicks by hitting on Black chicks online. A few hours later as she lay in bed her phone chirped alerting her to a new message. She fished for her phone and squinted to make out the message: I’m sorry for leaving things the way I did. How can this work if I’m attracted to you?
A victorious smile curled Faith’s lips; she weighed whether or not to address him. She replied cheekily: Meet me tomorrow at Oxygen, 8:00. In the meantime, send me a picture of yourself, kneeling.
She waited for his reply, it read: I’ll see you tomorrow. No picture…make me kneel.
Those words alone creamed her panties.
Faith sat at the bar waiting for Neil to arrive, regretting having chosen such a trendy location as every yuppie worth his weight in business cards was there sapping her vibe. Thankfully none approached her; dark power suits have that affect on weak men.
“Hello Faith.” Neil crooned as he took the seat beside her. His voice was distinctively masculine without overtly attempting to echo intimidation.
Faith swiveled toward him and stood. “Stand, let me have a look at you.” Neil complied, turning in place as she made a quick study of him He wore a navy blue suit with thin gray pinstripes. His hair appeared lighter than it had on the webcam but his eyes were exactly the same; deep and mysterious. “You will do nicely.” She said and went to sit but Neil’s hand eased her back to her feet.
His eyes combed over every inch of her, then he smiled devilishly, “Yes, you will do.” He helped her into her seat then took his. Seeing his physical contact was met with her disapproval he apologized—and since Faith made no effort to lessen the tension between them, he ordered a round of drinks.
After sucking down his drink in nearly silence, Neil retrieved two crisp bills from his wallet, prepared to leave Faith alone to hate him.
“I don’t understand your approach. Explain it to me.” Her words stopped him. “I need to get a sense of where you are.”
Neil thought for a moment; this was one of the traits Faith admired in him: he rarely spoke without forethought. “Would it be convenient for us to go to your place? The noise in here…” he looked around. “….it’s too much.”
Faith couldn’t have agreed more and collected her belongings. Outside, they stood face to face; his eyes the color of maple syrup regarded her in silence. “You asked me question,” he said. “Honestly, I don’t have an approach.”
“Then why did you agree to meet me? Why didn’t you just leave things the way they were?”
Neil looked at Faith as though the answer were obvious. “I came because it was what you wanted—you want this.” He went to touch her arm but thought better of it sensing his level of familiarity unnerved her. But then Faith moved flush against him, more authoritatively than seductively.
“Will you always obey my orders without question?”
“Then I will hurt you.” She leveled at him. She could feel his gaze on her skin as though its weight could be measured, as if it were physical. It bore into her soul, found what it’d come for, and left her undisturbed. The downy hair on her arm bristled—it was him.
Her threat proved ineffectual, Neil didn’t flinch; instead he claimed her hands and placed them around his throat, dipped his head until his lips barely touched hers, and said quietly, “If it pleases you, give it your best shot.”
“Do you believe you can please me?”
“If given the chance, I’m confident I can give you everything you desire.”
Faith smiled to herself, finding his cockiness a little endearing.
Back at Faith’s house, she slipped out of her work attire and into lounging gear, leaving Neil in the living room. She washed her face and tried to make heads or tails on him. Physically speaking he was her ideal, hot! Even this could prove problematic as he’d declared he was attracted to her—professionally there had to be a line between them. Faith sighed, hung her cloth to dry, and joined Neil.
Neil stood staring out of her sliding glass door at city below. He turned when he heard her enter and asked, “Do you have condoms?”
The inappropriateness of his inquiry astonished her. “Why? We’re not having sex.”
A faint hint of color rushed to his cheeks, he walked toward her sheepishly. I meant in general—not…about tonight. They’re for your protection as well as mine.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” she said in a clipped tone, hiding behind indignation. “Kneel.” He needed to be checked. She maintained eye contact as Neil slowly peeled his jacket free revealing the muscular frame it concealed.
He laid the jacket carefully on the sofa and unbuttoned his cuffs, folding them to his elbows. His moves were deliberately precise, giving her the satisfaction she craved of seeing him carry out her wishes. Not an inch stood between—he focused on her neither obediently nor disobediently. Firm as pillars their studied one another until their eyes softened—then, only then, he sank to his knees taking her pants and thong with him. He’s eye still on hers, waiting for her objection—there was none.
“I’d like to please you, may I?” His hands gently cradled her ankles and moved slowly up over her skin, his fingertips grazed the curve of her calves. Her skin ignited under his touch.
“Yes, continue.” Faith replied with a slight quiver in her voice, though she inhaled it felt as though none of her breathes went deep enough to give her sufficient air. His lingering caresses and haunting eye were, quite literally, taking her breathe away. She wasn’t sure if what she was experiencing was sexual, but whatever it was she craved it and prayed for it not to end.
“Thank you,” Neil caressed the back of her knees, bringing her right thigh to meet his lips, then her left. His fingertips brushed over her slowly stirring beneath them a heat that moved through her body like poison. Teasing and kissing, one hand outlined one of her smooth flanks, whilst the other lifted her thigh over his shoulder, knocking her a bit off balance his comforting hand settled the back of her leg. “Relax, I’m here now—you can let’s go.” His soft strong words were followed by the audacious touch of his hand descending deeper along the silken expanse of her inner thigh.
Faith closed her eyes, chronicling the new sensation he evoked. His lips and hands seemed everywhere at once; slowly stroking up and down between her legs; spreading her apart to savor her more closely; exposing untouched and neglected flesh…all to please her. His fingers teased upward toward pussy; her clit throbbed expectantly, his lips kissed their way beneath her, his tongue licked the droplet of juice which trickled in its path. Her heart riddled in her chest, his fingers and mouth were there—right there poised for orgasmic greatness. She opened her eyes, finding him looking up at her.
“May I touch you here?” Neil ran his finger just inside her pussy lips.
“Yes,” Faith whispered, obligingly. Her hips responded by rolling forward to meet the warmth of his lips against her thigh, and then, instead of eating her, he rested his head on her abdomen and listened to her heartbeat as two of his fingers slid inside of her and moved with no clear agenda other than pleasing her. Lost and beyond proper verbally communication, she transmitted her wishes in visceral moans and gasp; open and exposed at, shuddering under his rhythmic strokes—at his mercy.
His face pressed to her belly, Neil could hear Faith’s blood temptingly coursing through her veins. “Are you happy?” he asked curving his fingers and barely—just barely caressed her g-spot. “Please cum.”
Cumming wasn’t going to be an issue, standing, on the other hand, was a feat Faith was no longer capable of. They embraced one another tightly. “Oh gawd!!” she cried as Neil took her orgasm to uncharted white-hot brilliance; her thighs tensed and relaxed, she willed them open to him.
Neil remained in place listening to her heartbeat for a moment, fingers still inside of her; he waited until her breathing slowed before slipping his fingers free. Standing, he pressed her against him and felt her sag into his chest.
Faith’s thoughts were there but none of them made sense. What the hell had just happened!? Her head was bookended by Neil’s powerful hands, his lips pressed onto hers; they parted to taste him. He was like nothing she’d experienced before; strong yet gentle; bold yet cautious—she couldn’t get enough of him. They stood kissing and whispering to one another for what seemed like hours; Faith could have gone on for more. Neil tenderly kissed her eyes, cheeks, nose, and lifting her chin, her neck.
One hand cradled the back of her head, his fingers interlaced with her hair. His lips were on the side of her neck, his tongue savored the thumping rush of her blood just below her rich brown skin. His teeth brushed over the curve of her neck, the touch of his fangs sent shivers straight down her body, leaving her skin tingling in their wake. “Do you know who I am?”
His words sank to the pit of Faith’s stomach; she swallowed them hard. Her instincts had been correct—it was him—he had, as foretold, found her. “Yes, I know who you are.” She breathed a sigh of relief.
He paused, as if struggling within, “No…I can’t.”
“Yes, you can’t.” Faith tilted her head away from him, exposing more of her neck. “I want it.”
“Are you sure this what you want?” He scanned her eyes while coyly returning his fingers to her pussy.
“Yes…yes, I’m sure.” Each word a gasping plea for redemption.
His nibbled for a moment, his teeth finding her pulse before breaching the skin. A tingle sparked a fiery explosion of intense fire, her blood burned in her veins. Neil leaned in her drinking greedily, feeling her heartbeat quicken and her warm blood flow into him.
Her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe, a sharp bell-like ringing chimed in her ears. His fingers brought her to orgasm just as her crossing reached its zenith—bonding them for all eternity.
“What took you so long?” Faith asked, her soulless eyes now mirrored his.