Taste of Pleasure

Kylie pushed her books away when her phone rang, Mister flashed on the screen. She snatched it off the table and swiped to answer. “Hello.” Her voice was breathy, like a giddy school girl seeing her crush. She left his place less than twelve hours ago, but she wanted more.

“Hello little miss. Do you want to get lunch?”

“I thought we were taking things slow.”

“I miss you,” he said, a little pout in his voice.

She tried to imagine him pouting, and it made her laugh. “I’m not saying no. I’m trying to follow your rules.”

“I want you for lunch.” His growl crawled across her skin, creating a shiver ending in a deep clench.

“Where should I meet you?”

He gave her an address and instructions to be there in an hour wearing a skirt and white blouse again, no panties or bra.

She closed her books and ran to pack the requested clothing in her backpack along with her books. She did her hair and makeup in the bathroom, each passing minute making her more wet. “Where are you going?” her mom asked as she passed with a load of laundry.

“Lunch with Lindsay. Then I may study with her.”

“Okay, have fun.”

Kylie blew out her breath. She didn’t enjoy sneaking around, but she and Brad agreed their relationship needed to be secret for now.

She put the outfit in her backpack and changed in her car. As she wiggled her panties off from under her skirt, she considered how spoiled she was: living at home while she attended college. It gave her the ability to reduce her debt and pay for a car. Luxuries, but at the expense of her privacy.

Brad kissed her cheek and took hold of her elbow, steering her to a secluded table. "I already ordered for us."

Kylie wasn't sure how she felt about him deciding for her. Was that what submission was? He'd slowly take over her life until she had no personality.

"I want to limit our time in public. I have plans. How are you feeling after last night?"

"Not sore. Fell asleep fast. Good."

"That is good. But I meant emotionally. I pushed you into submission, it was intense and we didn't get much time for aftercare." He caressed my cheek with two fingers.

“Fine. It all happened so fast. I’m sorry I cried.”

“Stop apologizing, that was my fault for pushing you.” She cried and he held her, feeding her chocolate covered almonds when she calmed. They laid together talking as long as they could before she left for home.

“Except that part, I loved every minute of it.” Kylie covered her eyes with her hands.

Brad pulled her hand away, kissing the back. “Me too. I want more.”

Neither of them moved as their server delivered their food. When the waiter left them, she remembered to breathe. “Me too.”

“Eat then back to my place.”

Kylie entered Brad’s apartment, powerless to resist him.

His scent in the apartment was overpowering. He took her bag from her and set it aside, reaching around her to lock the door. He pressed her against the door, his hand pulling her hair back to expose her throat.

“Not that I’m complaining, but I thought you wanted to take things slow.”

“I do, but I couldn’t think of anything else this morning but you.” His greying stubble scraped her tender skin as he kissed her neck. “I think I’m addicted to you little miss.” Brad whispered the words, but the impact was forcible, knocking her thoughts askew. His tongue in her mouth distracted her from any more consideration.

His hands slid under her shirt, teasing her bare nipples. “Go to my chair so I can worship you.” He put one hand beside her head as if the door was holding him, wiping his other hand over his face.

Her legs shook with the reality of their connection. She knew how badly she wanted him, but she figured it was only because the submission was new and exciting, along with the forbidden age differences. But seeing the raw desire on his face, the tension in his jaw as he held control, she knew she wasn’t alone in the depth of her feelings.

Kylie sat on his chair, thoughts of their previous use of this piece of furniture flooded her. Kneeling before him, acquiescing to his demands for submission, and the astonishing orgasms he pulled from her.

Brad looked reserved as he found her. He grabbed her knee and pulled her legs apart. “I want to taste how wet you are. Pull up your skirt.”

Kylie lifted her hips and pulled her skirt up, exposing her pussy to her lover.

He sucked on her inner thigh, just above the knee. “I can smell how much you want me.”

“I’ve been wet since you called.” Her legs fell further apart as she leaned back, anticipating his mouth on her. Or fingers.

Brad didn’t make her wait. His mouth covered her and she wondered who was hotter and wetter. His tongue parted her, slipping in and out of her.

She put a hand on his head, stroking his hair. Her other hand gripped the arm of the chair, willing her from jumping off or grinding his face.

His tongue nudged her clit. Kylie’s hips slipped forward, pressing closer.

He circled the area, touching anywhere but the pleasure centre.

Kylie whimpered at his teasing. “Please, baby, please lick my clit.”

Brad sucked the nub into his mouth. His moans vibrated through her body. She closed her eyes and let him lick her until she was shaking. He thrust two fingers into her, curling them until the pleasure spilled from her. Her mouth slack as she collapsed with cries of joy and wet flowing between her legs.

He didn’t stop rubbing her until she stopped shaking.

“I think I passed out,” she said.

“You soaked my chair.”

She tried to sit up to assess the damage, but he picked her up. “It was very hot, Kylie.”

He kissed her as he carried her to his bedroom.

“That was only the start, little miss,” he said, as he set her down on his bed. “Only the start of the pleasure we can give each other.”

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