Page 11 of Seduced at Stevens Street
She had no idea that I’m a Dom, and she can’t fathom the things I know how to do to please a woman. Nor does she know that I will bring her enormous pleasure tonight. I recently figured out that I was a Dom, thanks to a conversation with a good friend. And having that knowledge and that outlet for my sexual needs made everything about my sex life make sense to me.
It turned out my friend, and his brother owned a local BDSM club. From the moment I walked through the doors, I knew I was home. No longer would I have to hit bars to pick up women, who never completely satisfied me. The women who did were at the club, wanting to engage in the kind of sex I liked, the kind of sexthat came naturally to me. All was great for a few months, and my friend told me I was a natural at being a Dom.
But then I interacted with a couple of very needy Subs, and that kind of turned me off to the lifestyle. I took a break, and that’s why I was here in this bar with little miss fiery red. Before I realized it, I had finished my beer and was making my way to the exit.
Her lithe form stood in the shadows over where the bikes were parked. Her vibrant green eyes locked with mine, and she stared me down again as I approached. Damn if that wasn’t hot! I’d expected to see a deer in the headlights, but that wasn’t what I saw at all. I saw determination and desire. I straddled my bike and patted the seat behind me. She twisted her hair with quick hands into a ballerina bun and secured it with a clip. She slid on without any hesitation.
“You got a home situation that will allow us to go there?” I never took women to my place. I liked being able to be the one in charge of when the encounter was over. It was far easier to get up and leave, then to try to make a woman get out of my bed.
“Yeah, my apartment is a few blocks from here.”
“You comfortable on the back of a bike?” I angled my head back to try to look her in the eyes, but they landed on her lips.
“Well, I’ve never been on the back of a bike.” Her breath blew across my cheek.
My cock twitched. I couldn’t think of anything but those perfectly pouting, blush-rose lips around my shaft, sliding up and down it. I took hold of both of her hands that were poised gracefully on my hips, just barely holding me, and pulled them all the way around me, crashing her front up against my back. “Hold on tight, little girl, and don’t let those hands be strangers.”
Gia
My panic was rising every second as he followed my directions and we drove to my soon to be vacated apartment. It had been six years since I’d had sex with anyone but Gary. What this man was promising would probably be the wildest sex my apartment had seen in that six years. By the time Logan pulled the bike up to the curb outside of my apartment building, I was questioning why I was doing this. I had to be crazy! I had not removed my hands from around him. His abdominal muscles were so tight and so well developed. I didn’t want to stop touching him.
He turned to face me. “Is this it?” he asked, startling me.
“Yeah, sorry.”
He looked down at my hands still clutching his abs and chuckled.
“Yeah, sorry, my hands like your abs, very nice,” I said in my most flirty voice. I flashed what I hoped would be a devilish smile at him.
“Oh, I have other hard things for your hands to feel, little girl,” he whispered as he leaned in close to my ear. The heat of his breath fired everything up in me. “Should we go up to your place, or do you want to feel my hard parts right here?”
That got me moving. I hopped off his bike and stepped towards the door to my building. He was right behind me.
Logan
This chick was different from any other woman I’d been with. Usually, the woman would be all over me as we made our way to where we would play. It was funny how they would want to establish the physical connection, hand holding, or arms wrapped around each other and usually a kiss or two before we got down to it. This fiery red head was standoffish, and I had to wonder if she was losing her nerve. I knew she was far outside her comfort zone, even though she tried to hide it.
Once inside her place, I surveyed all the boxes. “You moving in or out?”
“Out by the end of the month,” she said. She stood by her counter and watched me with expectation. “You want a beer?”
“Sure, as long as I’m not drinking alone.”
She smiled, grabbed two beers and handed one towards me. I took her by the hand around the bottle and pulled her into me, my cock waking up at the contact. She had a beer in each hand. As far as I was concerned, she was immobilized, and my hands and lips could go wherever I wanted. She seemed a little startled by my manhandling of her, but her lips curved into a smile and her gorgeous green eyes sparkled at me, inviting me to continue.
“That’s better.” I then turned her and pushed her against the counter, pinning her in place with my body.
I took her beautiful face between my palms, enjoying the sensation of the incredible softness beneath my touch and I brought my lips to hers. The sparks that ignited when our lips met burned me everywhere! Within seconds, my tongue had parted her lips, and I heard a pleasured moan quietly escape her mouth. A shudder in her accompanied that sound and it ratcheted my arousal up higher. Before I knew it, I was grinding my very hard member into her. Her moans got louder as she wrapped her arms around me, the cold bottles held up against my back.
I moved my hands down her neck, traced her delicate collar bones, and then slid them down and kneaded her breasts, which I had not previously realized were not constrained within a bra. Now, I moaned. I felt her nipples turn into rock-hard nubs beneath my fingertips. Her tits fit perfectly in my hands, which couldn’t get enough of her natural fullness. I kissed and licked my way down her neck, and my lips followed the path across her collar bone my fingers had taken. I drew a line with my tonguestraight down her chest and into her cleavage that my massaging hands were helping to create. She felt amazing, she smelled clean with hints of floral. Her skin was softer than cotton balls and was colored by the softest blush shade of pale pink. Most redheads had creamy white skin. Not this beauty. She had a natural radiance, a blush glow that was as unique as she was. I had to get her naked. I had to see what my tanned body looked like entwined with hers. My hands, lips and cock had to have full access to every inch of her body, inside and out.
Her loud moans brought my thoughts back. My teeth were teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. My hands held her wriggling body in place. Her head was thrown back, the beautiful column of her neck elongated, exposed as an offering for my carnal hunger. My cock was throbbing against her, the only thing preventing penetration were our clothes. They wouldn’t be in place much longer. I sucked, licked and kissed back up her chest and neck, ending on the tip of her chin which was pointed at the ceiling. I angled her face back down to look me in the eye. Her eyes fluttered open.
“Give me your hands,” I growled. She did, and I took the beer bottles from her grasp and sat them on the counter. “Now release that beautiful hair of yours,” I commanded. She obeyed and gave her head a little shake when it was free. The torrent of fiery locks fell in waves and loose curls over her shoulders. It was sexy as hell. I ran my hands over it and through it. It was as though a mink coat was beneath my touch. I gently took hold of her chin, turning her head sideways so my lips aligned perfectly with her ear. After a hot blow of breath, a sweep of my tongue over it, and the gentlest of nibbles to it my strangled voice whispered, “lead me to your bedroom.”
I heard all the breath leave her lungs and the tremble that quaked her body told me she wanted to lay with me as much as I wanted her, though there wouldn’t be a whole lot of laying. I had plans for a lot of positions and even those that would have either of us on our backs or sides would include arching, wriggling, straining, flexing, rocking and thrusting. And oh yeah, a lot of moaning. Just the thought of it had me pulling her away from the counter to prompt her to lead me to her bed.
I grabbed the beers as she led me to her bedroom, a few steps away. Once inside, I handed her beer to her. “Drink up, you’re going to need to hydrate before we get started.”
