1. Erin and Jonathon's First Date


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: SharkInChardonnay, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    I’ll just stop and you’ll never get this opportunity again." "I won't be refusing." She knew he would refuse. What would be the point of coercion if there sometimes wasn’t a rebellion? Finding the points at which he would rebel; that was where the fun lay. Still holding his gaze, she continued to spell out what life with her would be like. "Hang on, don't be so eager to agree, I’m not messing about. I’ll test you way beyond anything Laura did to you… Way beyond.” "Like what?" "That's not for you to ask.” Erin shook her head. "You can either agree, or we can leave it... It's your choice.” Erin raised her neatly plucked eyebrows. “But you need to be prepared to weather a storm. There’s no point me going easy on you, because that’s not what I want.” “A storm?” “Yes, a storm. I want to know I can do whatever I want. If I can’t we’ll just be playing at it. I don’t want to play.” Jonathon hesitated only for a second. "You mean in the bedroom?” “For Christ’s sake, Jonathon. I don’t mean go and cut the bloody lawn, do I?” He had no idea what she intended or how far she would take things. He hesitated. “Bloody hell.” She giggled. “Jonathon, you’ll enjoy it. I’m not going to skin you alive or anything. Just agree for fuck’s sake.” His mouth was dry, his heart was pounding but above the trepidation and hesitance was exhilaration. He felt as if he were about to leap into a bottomless pit and at the same time, wanted to. “Yes then. I agree.” Erin smiled happily, having taken a big step ...
    forward to the kind of life she had grown to know she wanted. "About time. Okay, let's see then... Take off your trousers." “What?” Jonathon looked nervously through the side window, seeing a couple chatting under a parasol about thirty feet away, too close for comfort. Turning back to Erin he caught sight of her expression, which asked, without words, ‘What have I just said?’ Quickly but nevertheless nervously he unbuttoned and struggled out of them. Sitting in the driver's seat of a car in a public place wearing nothing below but a pair of black, lace topped stockings and a fierce erection was a whole new experience and thrill for him. He felt exposed, he felt embarrassed, he felt enslaved and used, and he liked it. Erin suppressed a giggle at the sight of him sticking up from between two lovely lace tops around his thighs. "Right... I want to watch you do yourself.” Without a second thought, Jonathon took himself in hand and started to stroke slowly as Erin watched him intently. “Faster.” She pushed him, wanting to see him get close. “Faster… Take yourself to the edge. Right to the edge but don’t come though.” Jonathon picked up his pace, the sheer thrill quickly starting to douse his inhibitions with a rising orgasm. She studied him, watching for tell-tale signs, movements, breath patterns amongst others. “Stop.” Jonathon groaned disappointedly but forced his hand away, eventually enjoying the sensation. “Right.” She grinned. ”Let's go back to yours then.” She was ready to ...
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