I never talked about my past. I didn't need to talk about it with the people who had been there at the time because they already knew the hell I'd been through, and I never talked about it with anyone else because it was none of their business. I'd learned from my mistakes and now those mistakes were dead and buried. I wanted to keep them that way, and ignoring them and never bringing them up seemed like the best plan to keep it that way. Until Kayla came along.
I trusted her in ways I never trusted anyone: not even Gwyneth or my father. She was so natural and authentic, I felt safe to be my real self with her. No pretenses, cover-ups, or lies. I had always intended to tell her everything at my own pace, when the time felt right; but then this bullshit lawsuit with Dorsey happened and I had to push my timetable way up.
Fine. I could deal with it, especially if the alternative meant losing Kayla. Only, I wanted to tell her privately in my own words. Then, Vick and Gwyneth had ruin that by running their drunken mouths too much. Shit. Wasn't anything personal anymore? It was more than I could take and I had to get the hell out of there before I lost my temper and did or said something I regretted.
I didn't expect Kayla to follow me into the men's room, and I really didn't expect that she would have mistaken my reaction as jealousy over Gwyneth trading me for Vick. I had to let her know the truth about I really felt, and when I did, I was rewarded by the sound of her sweet lips whispering, "Fuck me."
I locked the door behind us, ensuring that we would have the spacious men's room all to ourselves, and pulled her into my arms, kissing her with all the passion I felt deep inside. She melted in my embrace, opening her mouth to mine and letting me overpower her tongue with my own. God, she tasted good.
I hoisted her into the air, and she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I cradled her perfect ass in both hands and lifted her onto the countertop between the two sinks as we kept kissing each other as if trying to devour one another alive.
I raised the skirt of her little pink dress and discovered she wearing a little black thong. With the strength of my hands, I ripped the seams and pulled it off her body, exposing her beautiful, tight pussy with her legs still spread wide. When I fingered her, I was delighted to discover she was already wet, and I took pleasure in making her moan by touching her in just the ways I knew she liked best.
First, I massaged her clitoris with slow, circular movements of my thumb, then when her breathing was rapid enough, I moved to flicking it playfully with my finger. She
leaned back against the bathroom counter, grinding her hips and moaning loudly, as I inserted the first two fingers of my right hand into her eager tunnel, fucking her there. She gasped and cried out in pleasure, so I inserted a third finger and then a fourth, fucking her with my hand into near orgasm.
Kayla leaned forward and unzipped my slacks, reaching for my dick. She found it easily and began to jerk me off. God, it felt good, but not as good as I knew her pussy would. Yanking her towards me, I shoved my hard cock into her quivering slot, and felt the walls of her tight tunnel ripple as she enveloped me. I nearly came right then; I had to grit my teeth to hold it back.
Kayla wrapped her firm thighs around my waist, buried her face in my neck, and undulated wildly as she orgasmed. Damn, she was hot when she climaxed.
I thrusted powerfully inside her, loving the rush of power I felt when I made her come, but I felt my own orgasm surging up inside me and I didn't want to blow it too soon. I wanted to make this moment last as long as possible.
"Take it easy. Stop, Kayla," I instructed, but she just bucked more wildly. I knew if I didn't stop things quickly, in just a matter of seconds, it would be too late. I had to act swiftly.
With a bit more force than I meant to, I grabbed her by her blonde ponytail and yanked her back, ripping her off of me and slamming her down on the marble countertop.
"I said stop, you naughty girl. Don't you ever listen?" I barked angrily. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and a smile curled up the corners of her pink lips. Softening my voice, I glared menacing and grabbed her torn panties. "It looks like somebody needs another lesson on how to behave. Give me your hands."
She held out her arms to me, and I used the narrow strip of her silk thong to bind her wrists together tightly. Ripping off my belt, I commanded her sternly, "Bend over and grip your ankles, naughty girl."
Kayla instantly obeyed, bending over at the waist so her bare ass was displayed provocatively in the air. It made my dick ache with desire, and I wanted to plunge into and fuck her from behind, but I reminded myself how much better sex with her was when I drew things out.
I folded the leather belt in half and lifted the hemline of her dress up to expose her naked butt cheeks fully. Kayla looked back over her shoulder at me with her blue eyes sparkling with excitement and lust. She wanted this as much as I wanted to give it to her.
I brought the belt down against her ass, carefully measuring the amount of force I implemented so it stung but didn't leave a welt. I wanted to enhance her sexual pleasure with the use of pain, but not actually scar or injure her. Small amounts of pain carried along the same nerve passageways as that of sexual pleasure, and if done correctly, they could be used to trick the brain into registering the pain signals as erotic pleasure, creating an even more profound sexual experience.
This was the gift I wanted to give to Kayla, and in doing so, my own sexual experience would also be enhanced. It was sadism/masochism at its finest, and the best part of BDSM roleplay, as far as I was concerned.
It wasn't a game for the casual player or novice, however. Serious damage or injury could be done to the submissive if a dominant didn't know how to properly administer corporal punishment. I had studied under the best and knew what I was doing. Kayla's response made that clear as she writhed and screamed with her second climax as I spanked her with the belt again.
When I could tell she'd had enough, I dropped the belt and grabbed her by her ponytail, yanking her up and hauling her to the nearest stall.
"Brace against the wall," I barked. She obeyed my command without hesitation, bracing her palms against the metal wall of the bathroom stall. They were still bound by the silk panties, but I'd left enough flexibility for her to be able to perform the simple movement.
"Good girl. Now spread your legs wide. Wider. As wide as you can go," I insisted, and she did as she'd been told. I slammed into her dripping wet pussy from behind, entering that well-spread, tight cunt from the rear. She straightened her arms and leveraged against the wall so she could push back into my dick as I fucked her with hard, powerful strokes, drawing me more deeply into her tunnel than I knew I could go. It felt incredible, and the sounds of her moans echoing off the marble floor and walls only heightened my arousal.
"I'll be good. Please keep fucking me," she begged. I gripped her hips with my left hand while my right hand grabbed her tits and began to pinch her nipples playfully. It drove her into her third orgasm, and the feel of her pulsating pussy was more than I could stand. My climax exploding powerfully from deep within me, locking my muscles into spasm as every cell in by body exploded with euphoric ecstasy. It was the most incredible orgasm I'd ever had, and I knew it was because Kayla and I now shared an intimacy unlike any relationship I'd had before.
Our hearts and minds were now one, with no barriers or secrets between us, and it made our sex-life even more outstanding than it had been before. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her torso as our bodies shook and trembled together in dual orgasms. I could feel the beat of her pulse and the rhythm of her breathing in perfect synchrony with my own. We were one.
Slowly, our breathing returned to normal and our heartbeats slowed. Kayla was smiling brightly as I unbound her wrists and we washed ourselves clean in the sink with paper towels.
"What am I going to wear back to the dinner table?" she blushed, staring at the tattered remains of her silk thong.
"I guess you'll have to go without," I grinned, and she giggled with delight.
"Won't walking around a restaurant with no panties make me a naughty girl?" she asked, and her eyes were sparkling with glee.