Galina shivered a little as she followed Stefan into his apartment, but the shiver had more anticipation in it than anything else. Stefan smiled at her reassuringly as he ushered her in, locking the door behind them.
“Are you still certain?” he asked, noting her reaction. His expression was patient, gentle, offering no hint of rebuke or disappointment.
She could hardly believe she was doing this. Only a few days ago she had been complaining to her best friend over lunch about yet another failed date.
“These guys are all nice enough,” Galina griped, “but I don’t want nice. I want someone with a backbone. Is that so much to ask?”
“Sounds like you need to try a different dating service,” Katie said, stirring sugar into her coffee.
Galina sighed. “Are you sure you don’t know any decent single guys?”
Katie glanced up from her coffee, pursing her lips. “Just how much backbone are you looking for?”
“I spend all day managing and organizing people. When I get home, I want someone else to make some decisions. I’m just really tired of being the one in charge all the time.” Galina glared disgustedly at her sandwich and took a vicious bite out of it.
“Well, I’ve always thought you and my friend Stefan should meet. I’ve known him for ages, but he’s a total top and I didn’t think you’d be into it.”
Galina blinked at her. “A what?”
“A top. A dom. someone who is into sexual domination, Katie smiled mischievously, which, from the sounds of things, is exactly what you need.
A little inner feminist voice gasped in horror, but Galina was surprised to find that the rest of her got hot and gooey at the idea. After a long talk with Katie, she had allowed her friend to set her up with Stefan on a very traditional dinner date. Galina hadn’t really known what to expect – she’d supposed he would be domineering and egotistical, but to her delight he turned out to be polite, charming, and an excellent conversationalist. They hadn’t talked about sex at all until the second date, but that was a more detailed and frank discussion of the subject than Galina had ever had.
And now, here she was – agreeing to give up total control to this man, and half afraid that he would change his mind.
“I’m sure,” she replied, looking up at him.
Stefan’s smile tightened at the corners, his gaze sharpening with a speed that was almost frightening. “Good,” he purred, moving closer, backing her up against the wall. Galina gave a little gasp as one of his hands wound into her dark curls and tugged hard. She willingly tipped her face up to his, his mouth descending on hers with bruising intensity. Without thinking about it she wrapped her arms around him.
Instantly Stefan broke off the kiss, giving her hair another little pull. “Ah ah,” he tsked. “You don’t touch me until I tell you to.”
Galina let her hands drop back to her sides, her head still held at an angle just short of painful. “Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” she gasped.
The tight grip eased. “That’s better.”
Stefan’s free hand closed around her breast, kneading, squeezing, playing with the nipple through her clothing. He kissed her exposed throat, sucking at the skin. Galina moaned, hands in tight fists at her sides.
After a moment he let go of her hair to cup her face gently in both hands. “That’s very good,” he said. She felt her cheeks flush at his praise and was amazed at her reaction. Why did his approval suddenly mean so much to her? “Now,” he continued softly, “take off your clothes.”
Galina glanced uncertainly toward the window, but Stefan’s firm hand on her chin stopped her from turning her head. “I didn’t say look at the window, did I?” he barked.
“No sir.” Galina hunched her shoulders.
“Strip.” He gave her chin a little pinch and stepped back.
Swallowing, she did as he bade her. Eyes fixed on the floor, she slowly pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders, then carefully unzipped the back. The tight black cloth fell away, freeing her small pert breasts, and pooled around her waist. The undraped window behind her was a burning presence, as if a hundred eyes were watching her as she pushed the material over her hips. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the dress, her hands nervously plucking at the waistband of her satin panties. She glanced up at Stefan, finding only a calm, focused interest as he watched her. Nervously she pulled the panties down her legs, bending her knees so as to not present her butt to the window.
“Stop there,” Stefan said suddenly as she was just about to step out of them. Galina froze, bent in on herself, and looked up at him uncertainly.
“Grab your ankles. Good. Now, spread your feet. Farther. That’s good.” He walked behind her, moving maddeningly out of her view as she struggled to maintain her balance in the awkward position. From directly behind her he said, “Straighten your legs and show me that beautiful ass.”
Blushing furiously, Galina did as he bid her. Her fingers dug into her anklebones as she heard him moving around, admiring her from one angle, then another, and all the time the cold gaze of the window branded her imagination. But she did not move, did not even consider saying one of the words they had agreed upon earlier.
Suddenly she felt Stefan’s hands on her hips, his hard grip making her tremble with longing.
“I like you all open like this,” he said, voice deep and low. He reached over her and grabbed her hair again, forcing her head back. Her mouth gaped open soundlessly, her hips rocking backward until she felt the bulge of his erection pressing insistently between her cheeks. “I can take you however I want you right now, and you’d just stand there with your ass in the air, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes sir!” she gasped, swallowing a moan.
He let go, hands steadying her as she recovered her balance. “Would you like that, Galina? Would you like to have my nice hard cock inside you?” His fingers slid down to tease her clit, running lightly over her nether lips.
“Yes sir,” she whimpered, face hot with something like shame as she felt her own juices begin to run down her thighs. She had never been so turned on in her life.
“Oh, you would like that. You’re absolutely dripping.”
His hand retreated and she thrust her rear higher, silently begging him to touch her again. He chuckled. A stinging smack burned one ass cheek and she sucked in a startled breath.
“Not yet,” he admonished with mock severity. “Stand up.”
After trying so hard not to move, Galina had a little trouble processing that command. Slowly she unlocked her fingers and straightened, not moving her feet an inch. Her mind was humming, empty of everything but the dominating presence of the man behind her and the anticipation of his next demand.
“Follow me.”
Stepping out of her panties, she turned and meekly followed him. Though she kept her eyes on the floor she could not help but notice the change in his stride. He moved with a loose, predatory grace, every motion exuding confidence and power.
The room was dark when she entered it, and then he was blindfolding her. Her heart jumped into her throat and she fought to relax her shoulders as he tightened the leather covering over her eyes.
“You okay?” he murmured, massaging her shoulders.
She nodded.
“Good.” His hands moved lower again and she willingly spread her legs wider for him, arching against him and nearly shoving herself against his fingers as he teased her. He laughed, rubbing her hard once, and then backing off to a feather-light flickering. She moaned a protest.
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“You’re being such a good little toy for me, Galina,” Stefan whispered in her ear, and her whole body sang at his praise. “You’re doing such a good job of stretching yourself. I know this is new for you, but you’re going to keep stretching yourself for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes sir!”
“You’re going to give yourself to me completely.”
“Yes sir!”
“You’re going to do whatever I tell you to, and let me do whatever I want to you.”
“Yes sir!” Every time she said it he pinched her clit between his fingers. Her legs were trembling.
“Good girl.” He gave her one last pinch and moved away. “Now hold your hands straight out from your sides.”
She did so, chest heaving, feet spread. She heard him moving, heard the clink of metal, the rough scraping of something heavy over the floor. Her skin prickled. Then he took one outstretched hand and buckled a leather cuff around her wrist. She held her position as he placed cuffs on her ankles and her other wrist, her shoulders starting to burn from the unaccustomed strain. Last of all he fastened a leather collar around her throat, heavy and cold against her skin. He slipped two fingers underneath it before giving it a final tug and stepping away.
He grasped her wrists, pulling them straight back behind her. “Let yourself fall forward,” he said. Galina barely hesitated before lifting herself on her toes and tipping forward, all her weight held by Stefan’s hands on her wrists. She was surprised when her hips bumped against something solid, and then he gently lowered her onto the padded surface. With brisk efficiency he clipped her cuffs to the bench, adjusting her position by simply grabbing her hips and sliding her down the bench as if she were just another piece of furniture. Her pubic bone overhung the end of the bench slightly, leaving her sex daringly, deliciously exposed.
Then she heard a shhhing sound, like a thick, heavy sigh, and fresh heat pooled between her legs and sizzled in what was left of her brain.
Stefan’s chuckle only added to the electricity. “Oh, that’s very pretty. Raise that ass for me.”
No sooner had Galina lifted her hips from the bench than the cool leather thongs of the flogger fell like rain over her ass. She moaned and arched her back.
“You’re going to take as much as you can for me.”
“Yes sir,” she whispered, although it had not been in any way a question.
The tails kissed her other cheek. “You remember your safeword?”
The idea of telling him to stop seemed absolutely foreign. She was so high, so ready, so eager to be filled with her submission that she could scarcely imagine having an opinion, much less voicing it, but that wasn’t what he had asked. “Yes, sir, I remember it.”
The whip began to move, speeding up, tapping lightly. “Good. I want you to remember it. I want you to push yourself, hold that word on your tongue but not let it out until you can’t take it anymore. I want you to keep offering your ass to me even though you’re bound, even though it hurts, even when you think you can’t keep going.”
Faster and faster, and then slower but harder, the heavy thud of the falls rolling through her whole body, the sting of the faster strokes making her pant wildly for air. Harder, then softer, faster, then slower, sweeping stokes that had the full power of his shoulder behind them. Occasionally he would pause to run a hand appreciatively over her glowing ass, and she would moan and lift her hips like a cat in heat. It made no sense, but she would think about that later – now, she could barely think at all.
Distantly she heard the thud of the flogger hitting the floor, and then his hands were at her waist, roughly pulling her to him as he thrust his cock inside her tight opening. Galina cried out in joy, chanting “yes, yes, yes!” as he buried himself deep, striking her with his hips, only to pull out and thrust again, harder, faster, fingers digging into her burning skin, landing resounding, stinging slaps that made her throw her head back wildly. It wasn’t so much that it felt good, but that it felt good to be used, to be fucked, to be the vehicle of Stefan’s pleasure without any need or desire or effort on her part, without any expectation save that she endure and obey, and even that expectation was academic, bound and exposed as she was.
Stefan cried out and shuddered, and Galina cried out with him, fulfilled beyond understanding by his release. Then he pulled out of her, and the whip began to sing again.
The sex had left her even higher than before, and now the whip biting into her skin seemed to only drive her farther. She was crying out now, softly, with each stroke. She didn’t try to be quiet – there was no need, and the freedom of that release was a sweet juxtaposition with her bondage. A strange feeling was growing inside her, like nothing she’d ever felt before, like a bubble in her psyche swelling, swelling…
“Are you still with me?” Stefan asked his voice breathless and strained with his efforts.
It was a struggle to respond, but she knew if she didn’t that he would stop. “Yes, sir, I’m still here.”
The whip sliced down, and she shrieked.
It was still pain that was what she didn’t understand and would only be able to think about later. The leather had ceased to kiss awhile ago, and now bit and burned and tormented. Each blow built upon all the blows that came before, threatening to push her over the top, to make her cry out the word that she didn’t want to say. Each strike drove her closer to it, made her think I can’t take any more! But then she would answer it with Yes, I can. I can take it for him. I can take another for him. And as the whip continued to fall the bubble grew and grew. She was aware that her shoulders and her arms were shaking, that her legs trembled against the sides of the bench. Her breath came and went in gasps that were somewhere between a sob and a giggle.
“Just a little more, Galina. You can do it. Take it for me.”
I can! I can!
The bubble didn’t burst. It engulfed her. She slipped helplessly inside of it into calm air. Her gasps, her cries, slowed into a quiet, even breathing as she floated. The whip continued to strike her, and it continued to hurt, but the hurt was outside of her, outside the bubble. She floated, fascinated by this unexpected reaction, aware and untroubled by the fact that she was no longer rational.
The whip backed off, and very quickly strikes that had made her writhe on the way up were hardly noticeable on the trip back down. Soon Stefan’s hands were gently running over the puffed skin, his cool breath making her shiver in a reaction the flogger had lost the power to elicit. Then his hand slipped between her and the bench, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing, teasing. Warm pleasure raced through her, rising, rising, until the bubble burst in an orgasm that tore shriek after shriek of mind-shattering ecstasy from her lips.
Afterwards she lay exhausted and shuddering on the bench while Stefan freed her from the cuffs. With surprising ease he lifted her boneless form and carried her a few steps to the bed, where he laid her down and covered her with the sheets before crawling in beside her. He pulled her into his arms, which was just as well since she could not quite bring herself to move.
“That,” he whispered, kissing her forehead, “was everything I dreamed it would be.”
She smiled, unable to find words other than a murmured “thank you.” She would tell him in the morning how incredible her experience had been. As if he didn’t know.
Cuddled together under the covers, they drifted into sleep.
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