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  My body lay limp as I fought to catch my breath. Jack peeled his face away from my pussy. He was breathless too. It gave me a thrill to see his blond hair tousled and the remnants of my wetness on his mouth and chin. His tongue swept across his lips as he licked up what he could. Then he bent down and wiped himself clean with my skirt.

  I was too frozen with pleasure to care that he was using my nearly three-hundred-dollar Diane von Furstenberg skirt like a Bounty paper towel. Once his face was clean he sat up straight and extended his hands toward me. It was hard to fathom a few moments ago those same hands were intimately touching me. Our hands locked together and he helped pull me into a sitting position. My legs felt like jelly as I closed them and rested my feet on the Escalade’s floor mats.

  “Hey, Summer?”

  “Yes, Jack?”

  “I lost my number. Can I have yours?”

  I smiled and nodded. Jack surely had an obsession with using pickup lines. He handed me his phone and I typed in my cell phone number. After what he did to me I would’ve given him my Social Security number if he asked for that too.

  I handed Jack back his phone and that’s when my eyes caught sight of the noticeable bulge bursting the front of his black trousers. My mouth watered. I wanted a taste of him.

  “Summer, do you work for UPS? Because I swear you were checking out my package.”

  I scooted closer to him and pressed my palm onto his crotch. He felt rigid and thick.

  “If I told you I worked for UPS, would you let me handle your package?”

  His blue eyes lit up at my response.

  “Show me you work for UPS: Ultimate Penis Sucker.”

  I laughed at his own acronym for UPS. My fingers undid his pants within seconds. He raised his hips, which allowed me to pull his pants and boxers across his thighs. Adrenaline filled my bloodstream when I saw his exposed erection. Knowing I was the cause of his hardness gave me a boost of confidence.

  My hand gripped the base, and I gave him a squeeze. He let out a satisfied groan at my touch. I couldn’t wait to taste him. I leaned down and raked my tongue across his glistening tip. My taste buds rejoiced. He definitely tasted as good as he looked.

  The palm of Jack’s hand pressed on the back of my head. I took that as my cue to insert his cock into my salivating mouth. My eyes shut as I savored every inch. A surge of energy flooded my veins with each suck. He had awakened an oral fixation I didn’t know I had inside me.

  “Summer…I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away.”

  Despite my mouth being full of Jack’s cock I couldn’t fight back laughter. His lines were so cheesy yet creative. I wondered how long it took for him to come up with them. Then it struck me again that he was practically a stranger to me. I barely knew any history on him. All I knew was that he was attractive, confident, witty, rich enough to afford a shiny Escalade and I couldn’t forget my most recent revelation: he had a delicious cock.

  My jaw muscles were getting a workout, but I didn’t mind. I was determined to taste the ultimate liquid treasure of his come. I needed my thirst quenched.

  Jack’s fingers weaved through my hair, and he pushed me down farther to take more of his cock. He twitched in my mouth, and I judged he was close to reaching his peak. It was my task to get him there. I hollowed my cheeks and increased my speed.

  Jack’s grunts grew fervent, and he started to tremble beneath me. The reward I had been seeking filled my mouth. I didn’t swallow right away. I wanted to savor the flavor of his come. Once he was drained, I released my mouth from his cock. I stuck my come-coated tongue out at him for a brief moment. His blue eyes burned with desire as he looked down at me.

  My tongue retreated and I swallowed.

  “Come, does a body good. Right, Jack?”

  “Indeed it does.”

  I sat next to Jack as he pulled his pants back up. I still couldn’t believe moments ago I’d had his cock in my mouth. The walls of my pussy clenched at the memory.

  “Summer, I could sure use a second taste of you. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow?”

  “Of course. I definitely need a second taste too.”

  After I exited Jack’s car, he escorted me to mine. We said our goodbyes and I drove home with a smile. I couldn’t wait for my next taste of him.

  WORDLESS SURRENDER

  Janelle Reston

  Allie couldn’t abide kneeling. She didn’t need a sub who sat quietly at her feet, hoping to be petted and waiting for her command.

  She had a service dog for that.

  Moreover, it was burdensome to converse with someone whose mouth was next to her knees. Lip-reading from that position gave her a crick in the neck, and signing at such close proximity made it difficult to look at a person’s face and also see what their hands were doing.

  Bowing was another habit she trained out of her subs. Consent was important to her, and even when she wore hearing aids, it was difficult to discern the difference between yes and no if she couldn’t see the sub’s lips. A sub who insisted on looking at the floor and not at her face when she gave directions didn’t know the true meaning of surrender.

  Marbeth, though—she was a sub through and through. For Marbeth, submission wasn’t about playing a role. It was about turning over her expectations, habits and desires in order to find a deeper truth.

  Marbeth hadn’t known a lick of sign language when Allie began working with her six months before. Now, simply because Allie had told her she should learn, she could carry on a full conversation without resorting to finger spelling more than a few times. Sure, her movements had a stiffness and reserve that were the opposite of fluent, and sometimes she made facial expressions that inverted the meaning of the words she signed. But her willingness to learn and be corrected was beautiful. It reflected a capacity to yield in all things, to adapt to the will and pleasure of her key holder.

  Allie left her hearing aids untouched on her dresser as she prepared for Marbeth’s visit. She opened the drawer where she kept new toys for her subs and pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs she’d purchased at the same time as Marbeth’s collar, but never used. Each thick black strap had a stainless steel buckle on one end. Midway along its length, a narrow, riveted band of leather held a shining steel ring. A short chain joined the ring of each cuff to the other, locked in place by a padlock matching the one on Marbeth’s collar.

  Allie pictured the cuffs against Marbeth’s delicate wrists, dark bands slashing across pale skin. Arousal flushed through Allie’s labia. Marbeth was beautiful in black: the grip of the collar around her elegant neck, the caress of cuffs around her slim ankles, the embrace of a silken scarf against her lips.

  Allie had just pulled Marbeth’s key from her jewelry box when Herman, the Boston Terrier-Spaniel mix who worked as her service dog, ran into the room and pressed his cold nose against her shin. She stroked his head to let him know he had her attention and, thus assured, he turned hightail to lead her to the front door.

  Allie peered through the sidelight to find Marbeth on the stoop in a turquoise peplum raincoat that reached her knees. Allie froze for a moment, taken in by the view of her favorite pet. Marbeth was looking the other way, distracted perhaps by the sounds of the busy street behind her. She gazed off in the distance at something Allie could neither hear nor see, stroking her fingers self-consciously against her bare neck as if longing for the collar that wasn’t yet around her throat.

  Allie smiled, clutching the cool weight of the metal lock and key that hung on a steel chain around her wrist.

  Inside the bedroom, removing Marbeth’s raincoat was like unwrapping a gift. She wore nothing under the turquoise shell other than what Allie had commanded, and was all the more lovely for it. Her firm breasts—mounds of fresh cream dotted with caramel nipples—stood proudly over the red latex corset hugging her torso from lower ribs to hips, its black laces pulled snug to moderately restrict her breathing. The crotch of her negligible scarlet briefs was damp with arousal.
/>   Allie hung the coat on a hook by the bedroom door, pulling the collar from its pocket as she did so. The leather was flexible and warm from Marbeth’s body heat. Marbeth stepped closer, the exquisite scent of fresh skin mixed with citrus and cardamom wafting from her skin. She raised her chin, elongating and exposing her neck.

  Allie brushed her fingers along the smooth skin, pausing over the carotid artery to feel Marbeth’s pulse. Marbeth’s lips parted slightly, her throat expanding as she sucked in a sharp breath.

  Are you mine? The steel lock and key brushed against Allie’s wrist as she signed the words.

  Marbeth eyed it hungrily. If you will have me.

  Allie latched the collar around Marbeth’s throat. She removed the lock from the chain on her wrist and slipped it through the collar’s buckle.

  The expression on Marbeth’s face became noticeably more relaxed the instant Allie locked it. The tension melted from her cheeks and the corners of her eyes. Her lower jaw dropped, letting go of its stranglehold on her upper teeth. Her breasts heaved as she took a shuddering breath, her lips quivering as the air passed through them. I am yours, my Queen, and I live to serve you. Allow me to make you happy today.

  Allie smiled. I have a surprise for you. Hold out your hands.

  Marbeth said nothing as she surrendered her hands to Allie, holding them palms up before her body. But her brows were question marks. She furrowed them the way people do in American Sign Language when asking, Why? She might as well have signed the word.

  Because it pleases me, Allie answered.

  Marbeth blushed—perhaps over embarrassment for asking a question without permission, or perhaps because pleasing Allie was her pleasure. Allie didn’t worry about the reason. Instead, she took pleasure in how the blush made Marbeth’s cheeks pink and darkened her lips. Allie wondered if Marbeth’s labia were already the same shade of rose.

  Allie removed the handcuffs from the drawer, leaving the chain and padlock that linked them behind for the moment. She set one in Marbeth’s right palm as she looped the other around Marbeth’s left wrist. Marbeth’s eyes were heavy on her and she buckled it in place, and heavier as Allie proceeded to cuff her right wrist, as well.

  Do you trust me? Allie signed.

  Yes.

  Allie turned back to the dresser to remove the chain and its padlock. They were cold. Allie clutched them to infuse her body heat into the metal before dropping both into Marbeth’s open palms. Marbeth gulped. The lock over her throat swayed.

  You understand what I want? Allie asked.

  To bind my hands together. With her fingers clasped around the chain, Marbeth’s words were clumsy and muffled. Still, Allie understood them.

  You are very good at using words to communicate with me. But words aren’t the only way to communicate. We must read each other’s bodies and spirits as well—our breaths, our scents, the tension and relaxation of our muscles. The way each of us reacts to touch. I want to read you in a different way.

  Marbeth’s pupils grew wide and dark, encroaching on her irises until they were nothing but thin golden halos. She licked her lips.

  Allie’s plan for today was the right one.

  She turned to the drawer and pulled out a large jingle bell that she immediately dropped to the floor. In an instant Herman was at her ankles, nudging her calves to get her attention, then nosing the bell to show her it had fallen. She patted him on the head and dismissed him, watching as his white tail disappeared behind the partially open bedroom door.

  She picked up the bell and pressed it into Marbeth’s palm beside the chain. The bell is your safeword. Shake or drop it and I’ll know to stop.

  Marbeth was as gorgeous as Allie had anticipated. She pressed a finger against the pale inside of Marbeth’s left wrist. The blue veins that emerged from under the cuff seemed darker than usual, tracing runnels like sapphire rivers up Marbeth’s palm. Allie pressed her thumb against the most prominent one. It pulsed under her touch, and Marbeth’s breath quickened. Her nipples puckered into hard peaks.

  Allie tugged at the chain that joined the two cuffs together. It was looped behind the central post of the headboard, the padlock securing it in place. Only Allie was capable of freeing Marbeth from her bondage. The thought made Allie quiver and her cunt gush. Her labia grew slick, gliding against each other deliciously as she walked toward the foot of the bed to lock the ankle cuffs.

  Is there anything you need to say before I gag you?

  Marbeth shook her head and signed no with her captive right hand, the bell clasped firmly in her left. Her spread-open labia flushed ruby pink, glistening in the light from the overhead lamp.

  No more signing after this. And no talking, either. Allie took the black scarf from its place under the pillow and held it in a straight line in front of Marbeth’s mouth, and Marbeth opened willingly—such a sweet seduction, Marbeth’s willingness. Allie couldn’t help but press a kiss to Marbeth’s lips, licking into the hot wet heat and feeling the vibrations of Marbeth’s moan in her own cheeks for a tantalizing moment before pulling back. She slid the cloth across Marbeth’s mouth and Marbeth let it fall between her teeth, clamping down on it eagerly as Allie pulled the fabric snug and tied it behind her head.

  The blindfold came next, a simple satin sleeping mask to block out the light. Marbeth sank back into the pillow when Allie was done, the tightness of her neck and shoulders disappearing, her body going as soft as water, the way it always did at the moment Allie took complete power over her.

  It was a power Allie strove to exercise wisely. Her plans for Marbeth this session were mild. She didn’t need to push any sexual boundaries, only the boundaries of their trust. The pain toys were shut away in a drawer. Everything today was about primal pleasure unencumbered by words.

  Allie removed the towel from the array of vibrators and dildos on the bedside table and slipped on a pair of black latex gloves. She chose a slim G-spot stimulator to start, coating it with lube before settling in between Marbeth’s legs and drawing swirls across Marbeth’s labia until the inner ones parted slightly—lips eager to be kissed. She pushed, feeling the resistance of Marbeth’s muscles become acceptance as the device slid in, one inch and then another, then the acceptance transform into hunger as Marbeth’s cunt actively pulled the final inches in. Marbeth clenched around the toy, arousal rippling through the muscles of her inner thighs.

  Allie teased. She loved to tease—to turn the toy slowly this way and that, to drag it out a quarter inch only to push it right back in, to make small incremental movements that made Marbeth shiver with anticipation and hope for more. She loved watching Marbeth grow increasingly desperate, to see her breasts flush and her nipples grow dark, to place a hand on Marbeth’s chin and feel her needy whines thrumming through muscle and bone.

  Allie loved to tease, but she also loved to surprise.

  She flicked the switch that made the toy vibrate.

  Marbeth arched off the bed, her rib cage straining against her corset, her breasts jiggling sideways from the sudden movement. She rolled her hips in erratic circles that contrasted with Allie’s more forceful thrusts.

  Allie pressed her palm to Marbeth’s flushed sternum, feeling her moans as percussive pulses before sliding up to her face, caressing her cheeks and the taut black cloth between her lips. Breath flared from Marbeth’s nostrils onto Allie’s thumb in hot, rapid puffs.

  Her moans were growing, sending stronger tremors through her jaw and into Allie’s fingers. It was similar to the feel of orchestral music through a speaker, though Marbeth’s flesh made the vibrations warmer and more alluring, making them swell and recede like a tide.

  When Marbeth arched again, her cry became a snare drum, sharp and rolling, against Allie’s fingers. Wetness gushed from Marbeth’s opening and onto the sheets below, soaking the room in her warm fragrance.

  Allie checked Marbeth’s pulse (quick but steady) and her breathing (an ecstatic staccato). There was no fear or dread in her pink cheeks or captive mouth
. In her hand, the bell was still.

  She was ready for more.

  Allie pulled the toy out and selected a medium-sized kelly-green dildo to use next. She didn’t bother lubricating it. Mar-beth’s body was taking care of that need more than adequately. Allie’s body wasn’t doing bad, either. Wet arousal warmed her mound and inner thighs.

  Marbeth continued to quake from her previous orgasm, but Allie was in no mood to wait. She plunged the phallus into Marbeth with a forceful swoop. Marbeth’s hips lifted off the bed in a forceful counteraction. Her knuckles went pale as she gripped the bell in her left hand, her teeth clenching around the gag and the muscles in her pectorals and upper arms winding tight. Her gravity-flattened breasts went pert from the tension in her chest, her nipples sharp as mountain peaks. Allie couldn’t resist pinching one.

  Sexual contact immediately after an orgasm was always intense for Marbeth, the kind of intensity that Allie loved to play with. She enjoyed how wild Marbeth became, thrashing and moaning so violently Allie could feel echoes through the mattress and in Marbeth’s twitching thighs. The grimace around Marbeth’s gag looked almost pained as she fought the waves of sensation crashing through her body, as if she was afraid of drowning if she surrendered to them.

  Allie rubbed the flats of her palms in small, steady circles against Marbeth’s tense hips, willing her to give in to the pleasure. Marbeth’s skin was covered in a fine sea spray of sweat, the sheen an irresistible temptation to Allie’s tongue. She licked Marbeth’s hip as she pulled the dildo slightly out, spinning it in a clockwise motion as she sank it slowly back in.

  Marbeth trembled. Her labia and clitoris grew thicker with arousal. Her pulse throbbed against Allie’s thumb where she held it at the juncture of Marbeth’s hip and thigh.

  Allie’s own pulse pounded like a second heart between her legs.

  Allie pulled the dildo out. It shone with Marbeth’s wetness, glinting like an emerald in the light. Allie dragged it across Marbeth’s pelvis, marking lines and nonsense letters into the skin just beneath the bottom hem of her corset. She traced it over the corset’s laces—up, up, up to Marbeth’s jiggling breasts, and drew lines around her areolas, astutely avoiding the hard nipples that so begged to be touched.