nothing personal, prologue (part one)

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It began with a suggestion.

‘How do you feel…about domination?’ John asked.

Lacey’s eyes narrowed.

‘Not sure I know what you mean.’

Rimming the top of his coffee cup, John’s eyes suddenly met Lacey’s.

‘You know – bdsm…D/s…all that stuff.’

The light dawned.

‘You mean….kink?’

John smiled, lifting his cup. ‘Yeah.

Kink.’

‘Never really thought about it,’ Lacey said, finishing her coffee and waiving to the waitress.

‘More coffee?’ ‘Estelle’, as noted on her nametag, enquired brightly.

‘Thanks.’

‘I’ll have more, too,’ John said, lifting his cup toward the Estelle’s carafe. Estelle smiled, her eyes glinting as she poured, giving John a none-too discreet once over. John, ever-the red-blooded male, couldn’t help noticing, his cock appreciatively rising below the formica tabletop where he and Lacey had been playing footsie. Estelle’s cafe cream cheeks would taste good, smothering John’s face as she went down on him, he thought as he watched her return to the counter of the cafe he and Lacy were in.

‘Focus, darling,’ Lacey said, her sinister grin meeting Johns when he returned his gaze to her. ‘You were saying?’

‘Yeah…I was.’ Focusing, John thought to himself. ‘Just…you know…I’ve been doing a little on-line perving, and have run across some…stuff…that I thought maybe we could…try.’

‘Oh, like what?’ Lacey sat up straighter, propping her elbows on the table. The light summer dress she was wearing – ALL she was wearing – did nothing to conceal her stiffening nipples. Not that she cared. If she had cared, she’d dress like her momma wanted her to: one of those straight-jacket style, white bras with underwire, overwire…ALL overwire mesh that was as suffocating as they were unattractive.

Damn Momma, anyways.

‘It’s about…’power’…or so I understand,’ John continued, distracted again by Estelle as she took the order of a customer in a nearby table.

‘Power, huh’, Lacey said, brushing her naked foot against John’s ankle. ‘You want to overpower me?’

John’s gaze quickly returned to Lacey, then down at his cup. Lifting it and drinking, he replied, ‘No. Not exactly.’

Lacey’s eyebrow raised. ‘Hmm?’

John did his best to suppress a smile, but was unsuccessful.

‘MMM!’

‘I’ll be honest, John…I’m not getttin’ ya,’ Lacey said, extracting her wallet from her purse and pulling out some cash.

‘Perhaps if I…showed…you…things might be…well, you know. Clearer.’ Rising from the table, John caught Estelle’s eye, motioning to the money Lacey had left as they headed out the door.

‘Perhaps.’

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‘So…what the FUCK you on about?’ Lacy asked, as she lounged on John’s bed when they returned to his apartment. She’d wasted no time removing her dress, and the breeze from John’s humidifier was pleasantly arousing on her stiff nipples and slick, moistening cunt. ‘D/s…domination…bdsm bullshit…you want me to whup your ass? ‘cause, bro’, I think I’m up for it.’

‘Now you’re talking!’ John exclaimed, his stiffening cock now free to taste the air as he joined Lacey on the bed, naked.

Lacey lay motionless, her unfocused gaze travelling, subconsciously acknowledging John’s throbbing member, but otherwise lost in thoughts of her own.

‘You…WANT me to…whup your ass.’

Pulling the laptop which was lying at the end of the bed toward them, John popped it open. A few keystrokes later, Lacey was staring, not unappreciatively, at various pictures of whipping, bondage, and other forms of domination.

Her clit twitched. John’s dick throbbed, looking from Lacey to the screen, noting her apparent interest.

‘Umm.’

‘Umm?’

‘You’re showing me a side of you I never…never knew about, John.’

‘Didn’t know it much myself, actually. Until…recently…’

Reaching under his bed, John pulled out a riding crop. Absorbed as she was, scrolling through the pictures, Lacey paid no attention – to the crop, that is. Her fingers, on the other hand, had travelled down to her pussy, where she had begun stroking.

‘You think?’ John said, stroking his own cock.

Lacey looked up. ‘You…WANT? Oh…’

Noticing the riding crop, Lacey started, her fingers involuntarily pulled out from her cunt. ‘How recently, exactly’?

John merely grinned.

‘So,’ she said, putting her hand on John’s head and squeezing, ‘is that a riding crop on your bed or are you wanting me to whup you?’

Rolling over, John’s tanned and toned ass dimples seemed to wink at Lacey. Sitting up and taking the crop in hand, she ran her fingers along its length. ‘You’re sure about this.’

John merely humped the bed, his body language doing the talking.

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Well, isn’t this an interesting turn, Lacey thought as she weighed current events – and the crop in her hand – with equal measure.

‘John…WTF?’ she whispered, half to herself; half to see if by saying so she might awaken from a daydream. Closing her eyes and then opening them again, there she was, crop in hand, and there he was, the hair on his sideways smile slightly bristling. Was he clenching? O well…here goes nothing…

thwack

John looked up. ‘What was that?’

‘My first attempt?’ Lacey smiled.

‘Mmm…

Maybe if you stood…’ John offered.

‘My, you ARE a font of knowledge,’ Lacey said, rising from the bed.

‘Just trying to be helpful.’

Bracing herself with one hand on John’s leg, Lacey raised the crop higher this time.

*THWACK!*

‘Oww…shit!’ John exclaimed. ‘Maybe somewheres in-between?’

‘Did I say I knew anything about this?’ Lacey said, her heart rate beginning to climb. ‘This was YOUR idea, pal…’

‘Ok, ok…just…ok. Have ‘atter…I’ll be good. Promise.’

‘Promise?’

‘Word as a boy scout.’

‘You were never a boy scout, darlin’…’

*THWACK!*

*THWACK!*

*THWACK!*

At this point, the combination of the exertion from hitting John’s ass and the arousal it created in her was giving Lacey no small amount of…pleasurable discomfort. Who could’ve predicted?

‘Mmm…baby,’ John moaned as Lacey’s enthusiasm increased with every stroke.

*THWACK!*
*THWACK!*
*THWACK!*

By now, John’s ass was a veritable tic-tac-toe of markings…just RIPE for adding X’s and O’s to. Lacey wasn’t about to search for a pen, however. Nor was she going to stop, now that she’d hit her stride.

*THWACK!*
*THWACK!*
*THWACK!*

‘Oh…god…’ John moaned. He had just reached down to grip his cock when Lacey exclaimed:

‘Don’t you…DARE!’

She was really getting into this!

…the FUCK was this coming from?

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19 Comments on “nothing personal, prologue (part one)”

  1. elisabeth Says:

    “By now, John’s ass was a veritable tic-tac-toe of markings…just RIPE for adding X’s and O’s to.”

    I love this line! Great story – I myself have experienced the feeling that takes over when you start exploring a side of kink that you didn’t know you had in you. It feels so natural, as if you were *meant* to do it. You’ve described that feeling very well!

    • phlye Says:

      Well, THANK you, elisabeth! Your comments are most appreciated. Wasn’t sure, actually, how I felt about the piece…I wrote it the same day I posted it. And, although it wasn’t difficult to write considering I’ve used a similar setting (and am *somewhat* familiar w/ the scenario, as well… ;->), I find it’s also best to let a story gel a little before putting it out there. As the first story I wrote in this series was written some years ago, I guess it’s TOO out of the realm of speculation to think I’ve had at least a little time to give this some thought, I still wasn’t sure if this ‘prologue’ was the way to go. Thanks, then, for stopping by, and your words of encouragement! xoxo ;~ p


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