The Other Women: Lynn Lacroix, part deux

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This is a guest post from Lynn Lacroix. This is the second of two parts. The first installment can be found here. If you would like to be part of my The Other Women series and write about your sexual identity, contact me! Your story can be silly, sexy or sad. There is no normal and all points of view are invited to join.

Back to the present. Just as I start to think that the whole thing was some twisted joke and that Grant isn’t coming I feel a hand wrap around my waist and a familiar voice say, “Hello Olivia.” I turn around to see a handsome, very tall man. He has to be at least 6’4″. He has sandy blonde hair that looks like it probably curls naturally but he keeps it cut and styled so that it never really can. He has beautiful blue eyes. I can’t tell much about his physique due to him being dressed in a suit other than that he is height-weight proportionate and appears to be muscular.

Before I can say anything Grant firms his grip on my waist, pulling me to my feet and leans down to kiss me. His mouth is so hot it feels like it is on fire. He eagerly kisses my lips and parts them with his tongue. His tongue explores my mouth with more expertise than any other man I have ever kissed. My knees start to feel like jello. At this point, Grant is having to hold me up by my waist. He pulls his mouth away from mine and says with a wicked grin, “The room is all ready. Shall we?” All I can do is nod in the affirmative. “Answer me. Now!” “Yes, Sir.” I barely croak out. Oh god, I am not making a very good first impression. Grant would think I was a mute if we hadn’t had all those nights of talking on the phone.

I am regaining my composure as Grant leads me to the elevator. We get into the elevator and Grant presses the button for the seventh floor. We get to our floor, then to our room. Grant unlocks to the door and leads me inside. I can tell that he has already been up here. There is a duffle bag on the desk and a glass of whiskey on the rocks next to it. Grant can sense my nervousness.

He smiles at me and says, “I am so glad to finally meet you Olivia. You look beautiful. Don’t be nervous. I’m not going to do anything that you don’t want me to. Remember your safe word. Do you remember it?”

“Yes Sir. It is mercy.” I answer.

“Good girl. Now step back so I can get a good look at you. Damn, you are gorgeous. Take off that dress so I can see if you followed my instructions.”

I slide the straps of my dress off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor as Grant takes off his suit jacket and tie, and loosens his collar and sleeves. He smiles when he looks at my naked body.

“Perfect.” This affirmation makes me smile and puts me even more at ease. It is confusing to me why I want to please this man so badly. I mean, this is the first time we’ve even met.

“Get on your knees. Eyes lowered. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.” Grant says in a firm, but not angry tone. I immediately drop to my knees and lower my gaze to the floor.

“Olivia, tell me why you are here with me now.” He says.

“I am here because I want you to dominate me, to teach me how to be submissive.” I answer with a shaky voice.

“Very good. Tonight, I own you completely. Your body is mine to do with what I wish. This is about me, not you. However, you will love it. You will beg me for more and if you are good I might just reward you with what you want. Now, I want you to stand up and go over to the bed. Put your hands on the edge of the bed and your ass in the air.”

I do as I’m told but I am shaking. It isn’t from fear though, it’s anticipation and desire. There is something about this man that makes me want to give into him completely. Grant takes his shirt off. I sneak a peek by looking over my shoulder and can see that he is very well built. His muscles are well toned and he is obviously very strong. I quickly look away and back at the bed.

“I saw that.” Grant says. “I was going to go easy on you this first time, but now you’ve broken the rules and need to be punished. I want you to count. You will receive thirty strokes.” He quickly smacks the left side of my ass with his hand. It stings and I am taken aback.

“Ouch! One!” He brings his hand down on the right side.

“Two!” This continues for thirteen more strokes until my ass is burning all over, but my body betrays the pain. My pussy is soaking wet. He has stopped. What is going on? He said thirty and that was only fifteen. I don’t have to wonder for long. I hear something whizz through the air and then something thin and stinging lands on my ass. He is using a riding crop now. I guess he had one in that duffle bag.

“Ah! Sixteen!” I gasp. He brings it down again.

“Seventeen!” I hear the crop whizz through the air again and I brace myself, but nothing happens. Grant laughs a wicked little laugh. Then he slaps my ass again with the crop.

“Eighteen!” There are tears welling up in my eyes now. Not really from the pain (though that is significant) but more from the sense of release that I am experiencing. I feel like I’ve needed this all along. The cropping continues until we reach thirty and Grant stops. I am nearly sobbing at this point. Grant rubs my sore ass with his strong hands. He picks me up and lays me on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He asks. I nod. He kisses me tenderly on my forehead and then on my lips. He wraps his arms around me and continues kissing me while I recover. The emotional release that he has just given me makes me want him even more. I cling to him while he is holding me and eagerly kiss him back.

“Lay back.” He says. I slide to the head of the bed and lie on my back. He goes over to the duffle bag. He retrieves two satin ties. He uses them to bind my wrists to the posts of the bed. Then, he goes to the foot of the bed and bends down between my legs. He kisses my thigh. The kisses get higher, getting closer and closer to my pussy. I feel his wet, hot tongue circling my clit. He is teasing me. I moan.

Grant licks up all the wetness that his spanking created. He slides his tongue into my pussy and rubs my clit with his nose. I am so close to cumming. I can feel it building inside me when he stops. He slowly kisses his way up my stomach, my breasts, my neck, and finally he gets to my mouth. This kiss is the most intense we have shared. I can taste my own body on his lips and I love it.

“Beg.” Grant growls.

“What? Oh, I mean. Um. I don’t understand, Sir.” I answer.

“Beg me to give you what you want. What is it you want, pet?”

“I want you to fuck my pussy, Sir. Please, please make me cum.”

“You have been a very good girl all night and my cock is throbbing, so I think I’ll give you the pleasure of giving me some release.” Grant sits up and kneels between my quivering legs. He unbuttons his trousers and slides them off. This is the first time I see his cock. It’s a good eight inches and is nice and thick. I don’t think I’ve ever taken a cock this large before and I am slightly nervous, but I am so turned on that I just want to be fucked.

Grant puts the head of his cock in my pussy and I can already feel his size stretching me. In one swift stroke he delves into my pussy to the hilt. I cry out. Not in pain, but in ecstasy. He pounds his hard cock into me. He varies his rhythm and is hitting all the right spots. I can feel my orgasm building. Thankfully, he is moaning louder too.

“Do you want to cum, Olivia?” Grant hisses into my ear as he grabs a handful of my hair.

“Yes Sir. Please, make me cum.” I beg. Grant picks up his pace. I raise my hips to meet his strokes. I am so close.

“Cum now!” Grant breathlessly commands. My body explodes into a feeling of pure pleasure. I have never had an orgasm so intense. I am screaming in pleasure.

As I am coming down from my high I feel Grant’s body tense and feel him cum inside me. He gives out a gruff grunt of pleasure and then collapses on top of me. He rests his head on my breasts while we both catch our breath and regain our composure. He rolls off of me and lays next to me. After a couple of minutes he gets up and unties my wrists. He pulls me off of the bed, pulls back the covers and then lays me back in the bed. He crawls in next to me and wraps his arms around me. I am in heaven.

He speaks first. “Olivia, that was amazing. I don’t know if I’m ever going to let you go.” He says with humorous tone. “You can speak freely now.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave.” I say with a smile. “You’ve given me something that I think I’ve been searching for my whole life.”

To be continued?