After the dedication and care, I feel anything but clean. Lost in a blissful haze. Two words ring in my head. My obsession. I make my way across the campus, and Jack hands me back my phone. I don’t ask questions.
“Keep it charged, and never silence it,” he says “see you at the beach later,” more of a command than a question, as he leaves me at the fork in the path. I go right to my dorm block and make it to my room, where my roommate is sprawled out on her bed. She has a curious expression on her face.
“Walk of shame?” she asks with a smile. I place my bag and the phone on my bed. I collapse. “Seriously, what’s going on?” She sits up, keen to listen.
“You know I’m fluent in bad ideas?” I ask, as I rest my head on my pillow. “I went searching for something, Jack, Alex and Colt,” I say. I see her smile widening.
“Alice, you didn’t!” she gasps, and I shake my head, knowing that’s the last thing she needs to know.
“They helped me search for something. A dominant,” I say “he would never say that, but by God, Delilah. The moment he entered the room. I felt it. I sigh as I sit on the bed with my legs crossed, and I watch her eyes widen. She moves closer to the edge of her bed.
“Well…and…” she says with her eyes begging me to continue.
“Well, Delilah. The paperwork was signed. I have to say I skimmed most of it. However, the experience was beyond wonderful.” I say, and I feel my neck at the memory of where his hands were. I smile. Delilah stands and walks to the window.
“Do you think he’s watching you now?” she asks quietly. I never even thought of that.
“I certainly hope not,” I whisper under my breath while my stomach stirs. My thoughts break; the phone chimes with a new tone on the bed. Delilah looks at me. I know she has her own issues; she doesn’t need to drown with me in mine. She’s infatuated with her brother's best friend. I know she’s still a virgin. Living vicariously through my well-edited and redacted conversations. I swipe the phone, and instantly my heart jumps; it’s Lenny. My blood runs warm; I tap on the message.
“You are to edge yourself, as soon as the occasion presents.” I lock the phone as fast as I can. I hear the words as if they are spoken. The compulsion to comply is taking hold in a way I never expected. I ask myself what the big deal is; I could do that. Delilah gathers her books and leaves the room. I walk to the shower and peel my clothes off. Turning on the water and wait for the steam to rise before setting foot inside. I wash everything and still feel slightly tender from before. It brings stirring in my stomach and a blissful ache growing between my thighs.
My hand slips across my soapy stomach and lower towards my womanhood, and I am as wet as ever. One finger slips inside slowly, smearing lust all over my core. I lean back against the cold wall, lost in the paradise of self-pleasure. Knowing at some point I will have to stop. The sinful sensations wrap around me in my smooth, slick silk. I'm lost in a delicate spiral, becoming so very close between the chaos and the release. I know. I want. Goosebumps begin to rise on my skin, and my face feels flushed. Fire pulses between my legs; it's going to happen, and my legs start to shake. If I don’t stop now, I will go over the cliff. I know that’s breaking the rule. I reluctantly remove my fingers. Covered in my arousal. I rinse the lather from myself and leave the shower room.
I dress for the beach in my dark green bikini set with a loose wrap-around dress. I take my mesh bag. I hear my phone chime. My stomach is in my throat. I tap the screen, and I see his name, silently screaming. I tap the message.
“Enjoy the beach.” My breathing increases, the ache between my legs rises again, my heart pounds. I know he is possibly watching. I wonder if he knows what I have done. It makes my blood warm. I don’t reply. I place the phone in the back of my bikini bottoms. The walk to the beach is short. I see Colt, Jack, and Alex all sitting on loungers with drinks close. Jack is the first to move; he walks towards me and kisses me. It's deep, passionate, and lingering. Jack’s hips grind forward just a little as his hands wander and tighten around my waist. I hear Alex groan.
“Can you two not dry hump in front of us?” I break away from the kiss.
“What’s dry humping?” I ask quietly. I hear Alex gasp and see Colt spit out his beer.
“She’s playing us,” Colt says while wiping his face.
“You’re evil, absolutely evil,” Alex says, looking right at me.
“No, seriously. What is it?” I ask with genuine curiosity. They understand. Colt’s expression drops.
“It’s when you grind that sex along a cock but don’t fuck. Torture for the guy," he says with a grin. I see them all sharing the look.
“And you’ve all had this?” I ask, feeling slightly warmer. I watch them nod one by one.
“Jack does it the most,” Colt states calmly.
“Does it make you come?” I ask, looking up at Jack.
“It can be torture, even more so if the girl knows what she is doing,” Jack states while smiling and tracing a hand down my lower back.
“I don’t know what I am doing. I want to try it.” I see them all exchange smiles and Alex and Colt rearrange the windbreakers even though this is a private beach.
“Here?” Jack asks. I nod. Colt places towels on the beach. Jack lies on the towel and pulls me on top, so I straddle his hips. I position myself on his length through his swimming trunks. I feel he is already aroused. “Just grind, slow circles. Feel the friction,” he says with slight strain in his voice. I shift my hips and watch him catch his breath. The others watch on intently. Then I feel a shiver run through me as I feel the motion rub my core. I see his eyes full of dark lust.
“Teach me more,” I whisper, enjoying every minute. Jack’s palms hold my hips, guiding me.
“First rule: move slow. Tease me. Make me want it,” he continues to move me in circles. “Second rule. Use your body. Let me see everything,” I untie my wrap around. The others gasp, and I see them shift in the sand. I moan suddenly when I feel him get harder and the others groan in response. “Third rule: let me hear you. Don’t be shy,” he whispers in obvious ache. I move slightly.
“Oh god,” I whisper as I reach a new sensation of my own. Jack grinds my hips harder.
“Good girl,” he says with bated breath. I keep moving in rhythm. I feel him twitch beneath me.
“How’s the angle, Jack?” Colt asks with a big grin.
“Fucking torture,” Alex laughs as he demonstrates a faster grind. “The good kind, though. Fourth rule- find your spot. That sweet spot that makes you want to come.” I adjust my position-and then I feel it as Jack's hands make continuous efforts to aid me in his own torture. His face contorts with the pleasure as I continue to grind against him. I feel his grip tighten on my hips; I feel his cock start to throb. “Fuck… she’s getting it.” His hips rise to meet my grind. “Fucking rule five- keep eye contact.” I immediately hold the gaze of his eyes. I hear the others groan as I continue my movements. I hit that perfect spot on me, and my back arches, giving him the perfect view of my pert arousal, and I hear Jack whisper, "Fuck," under his breath.
“You feel so good,” I say. I start to feel my wetness weeping. I watch Jack's eyes, and he looks like he is in hell. I hear the others laughing.
“She’s making him suffer,” Alex states. I feel I'm making myself suffer. Alex clasps his phone in his hand. “This is going in the vault.”
“Shit…rule six- don’t come,” Jack pants out as I see his abs tighten. “Even if it feels amazing. Drag it out,” he rasps, “make him desperate,” he says as his hips become frantic, and sweat glistens on his skin. I grind harder.
“Are you desperate yet?” I ask, my movements becoming longer, deeper. I watch his whole-body tense. His hands grip me tight.
“I’m fucking desperate,” he groans.
“She’s going to kill him,” Colt says as I feel Jack's hips buck, desperately chasing mine while looking in my eyes; I begin to see the pleading, wild eyes.
“Fuck, grind on me like that again…that hit the spot,” Jack gulps, and I watch his face go red. I continue my efforts along him, moving in a deeper rhythm, “don’t let up. Make me beg,” I feel heat and arousal within myself, watching him on the cusp.
“Will you beg? Will you preach?” I ask as his whole-body shakes beneath me; my hips roll and hit that perfect spot repeatedly. Jack's head falls back with a deep groan.
“Fuck I’ll beg, I’ll fucking beg,” his hands start clawing at my thighs. “Please, right there- I need,” he gasps as I relentlessly move deeper, still hitting the perfect spot for myself. I hear Alex laugh.
“I believe preacher boy is breaking,” Colt laughs and nudges Alex. My attention returns to Jack; I look him straight in the eyes. My back arches, and he and the others get an eyeful. The others start wolf whistling.
“Start preaching,” I whisper, lost in my own torment. My eyes lock on intensely.
“Holy shit…you’re going to make me cum…I’m preaching…Hallelujah. Jesus.” I smile, moving his hands to my breast as I ride and ride. I stare into his dark eyes now full of a little worry; his body shakes more beneath me. His hands squeeze my breasts, his thumbs passing my pert nipples. A moan escapes me.
“Fuck, Lord have mercy." His voice becomes desperate.
I don’t stop. He squeezes me tighter.
“I’m having a spiritual experience right here in my fucking pants.” His breath quickens. “Hail Mary…I’m gonna cum.”
His pitch is wavering with each long, deep, unrelenting stroke. I'm barely holding on myself after that edging. I can hear Colt and Alex praying in the background.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned… I want to fuck him in a confessional booth,” I whisper. I watch him break a little in his eyes. Then his whole body locks up. His eyes roll as his hips rise to meet mine.
“Bless me, father…I’m gonna cum…” I grind with tactile rhythm, and watch his entire body convulse as his hands drop to my hips, tightly gripping. With a few more lengths, then I feel hot, warm liquid oozing from him, some seeping between my legs. “Oh shit,” he gasps, his breathing heavy. I see others are stunned.
“You just made Jack cum in his shorts like a virgin,” Alex says with a massive smile. Jack's head falls back on the towel, with his hands on his head.
“Damn, you’re a pro,” Jack whispers. I slide off and sit next to him, feeling very hot and frustrated now. My phone pings; my heart skips. I pull it from the back of my bikini bottoms. I glance at my message.
“Thanks, that was so much fun, but I need to go.” They share a look. “It's my brother; he wants to meet at the Juniper pub.” They share a glance with each other, and their expressions slowly turn into smiles. I tie my wrap around and head back to the dorm.
I sit in my dorm, Delilah still nowhere to be seen. I stretch out on the bed; five minutes of peace pass by. Then the phone chimes. I gasp; I don’t know if I will ever get used to that jolt to my body. I reach in my bag.
“Have a nice time at the beach? did you comply?” my mind begins to question if this is a small trap. My stomach is stirring. I find the gumption to message back. I stand up and search for a suitable outfit to wear for meeting my brother at the same time as I reply.
“I did, and yes, thank you, Lenny.” I type back swiftly.
“You will address me as sir. I am hard for you already.”
“I like reading that, sir." I can't believe I just sent that.
“What else would you like?” I wonder just how honest I should be? My thumbs start typing. I clear my throat before I hit the send button.
“I like knowing what you will do with me, and to me. I am also curious about what no limits looks like.”
“Allowing me to dominate you completely, putting you over my knee when you are disobedient, controlling your orgasms.” His replies are swift; this answer makes my temperature soar.
“Thank you. Is it wrong that your answer made me warm?”
“No, it’s not wrong; I want you warm and wet.”
“What would a few examples of me being disobedient be?”
“Not carrying out instructions, forgetting to call me sir, and cumming without permission.”
“Is having me over your knee something you crave? Sir.”
“I would enjoy having you over my knee, bent over a table, across a chair, but only if it aroused you and added to your pleasure.” My breathing deepens; I’ve never had someone pay that close attention to my pleasure. I question myself if it would.
“Would you need me to be disobedient, or would it just happen?”
“It would just happen.”
“How long would I be over your knee, sir?”
“Your punishment would last as long as it took.”
“What happens after I’ve been over your knee? Sir.”
“You would eventually be allowed to come after being edged.” There it is, the word that makes my heart pound and my blood boil through my veins faster than a volcano. Will he ask me to do that again? I think to myself.
“Thank you for answering my questions, sir,” I reply, knowing that I wouldn’t survive another trip to the edge. I stand in front of the full-length mirror holding up a red dress and a yellow one. I start contemplating one of the easiest decisions in my life. Chime! I place them down on the bed. I swipe the screen.
“You’re welcome, Alice. Wear the yellow, no knickers and no bra.” I gasp at the thought that he can see me. It makes me feel warm in all the right places and one less decision for me. I place the red one back in the cupboard. I reply quickly to the message.
“Thank you, I need to go.”
“Need to go what?” This is the fastest message of the afternoon.
“Need to go, sir.”
“Good. Alice, think of a safe word.” My heart just stopped. This now feels like dangerous salvation and saintly damnation in unison.
I make my way across the small town; everyone knows everyone. At one stage you could have kissed someone; by the end of the street you're possibly pregnant, out of wedlock and abandoned by your family. I, however, am good at keeping secrets, sometimes too good. My yellow dress, not far off the ground, blows in the warm summer breeze. Not that my chest feels the same temperature as my nipples rub against the fabric, and periodically I remember I'm also not wearing any knickers. How could I even go through with this? I think to myself as my bag is thrown from left shoulder to right, in a bid to distract myself, to no avail.
I reach the Juniper; the wooden double doors are ever so inviting. This three-story building is astonishing. When I walk in, I see my brother sitting with a friend.
“Excellent,” I whisper under my breath, another set-up. I walk over to the round booth, and I slide in opposite my brother and slightly beside the new match-up. I place my bag beside me on the burgundy leather. I look up and smile. My brother tilts his head in the direction of his friend. Obviously, this man has the seal of approval.
“This is Craig; he works with Harlan at the shop,” I smile. Harlan is a good man and also Delilah's crush. Craig is not even remotely my type. He looks soft.
“It’s nice to meet you, Craig. Nick didn’t mention that there would be a guest today,” I say while kicking under the table. My brother grimaces. I pick up the menu and painfully look over it. It’s a bit upmarket for my budget as a student. I watch the waitress walk over, big smile, big breasts and lovely brunette wavy hair, almost covering her name tag. I look between Nick and Craig; both seem wrapped in the menu.
“I will have the salad, and a water with a wedge of lime, please."
Anna nods while writing my order down. Anna waits. I kick my brother again. He looks up, and I see now his interest is piqued. He seems to have lost his words.
“You need to order, Nick,” I say with a touch of frustration.
“What would you recommend?” he asks while actually looking in her eyes. I am impressed.
“The burgers go down well,” Anna says. Nick nods, looking at Craig.
“I’ll have the burger and a large cola. Please.” He says softly. Anna nods while scribbling in her small notepad, and leaves towards the bar area. I think to myself that at least Craig has manners, unlike my brother. Then I see a tall figure approach Anna and take the order sheet. My mind must be playing tricks on me; he looks like Lenny. My body already feels close to the way it felt in the room. Undone. Oh crap!
