I didn’t know what was happening to me. I didn’t use to masturbate that much, but it was all I could think about since I met Asher. He didn’t want me to come, so every time I touched myself, it was also a battle of willpower to stop in time. I could not concentrate on work that day. I worked in HR, and all the administrative work made my mind wander elsewhere. All I could think about was Asher’s intense gaze. Just thinking about him made my panties wet, again. Maybe I should pack extra underwear everywhere I go. I didn’t even know I could get this wet. And since meeting Asher, it happened all the time, and in the most inconvenient moments.

“Are you okay, Ellyn?” my co-worker John asked.

“Uhm, yes, why?”

“You look kind of flushed. Maybe you're coming down with something? Mary had to leave work earlier as well. She had a fever.”

“I’m fine,” I quickly said, “just some things on my mind lately.”

“Well, if you want to talk about it, we can grab a beer after work,” John suggested.

I smiled. John was a really nice guy, but I couldn’t imagine confessing to him that I might be into BDSM. The thought of his shocked reaction alone made me almost burst into laughter. He was as vanilla as they get.

“Thanks, John, I’ll take a rain check. I already got plans tonight,” I answered.

“Okay, Ellyn, but the offer stands.”

I did actually have plans that night. Asher wanted to take me out to dinner. There was a new restaurant he wanted to try out, and he asked if I wanted to join him. I was really looking forward to it, although I also hoped that we would end up at his place after dinner. I definitely needed some release with how horny I had been that last couple of days.

When I got home, I went straight to the bathroom to get ready. Asher would pick me up in an hour and a half. I quickly got out of my work clothes and jumped under the shower. I shampooed my hair, soaped up my body, and grabbed the showerhead to rinse off properly. I closed my eyes while I washed the shampoo out of my hair. The warm water flushed all the stress from my workday away. I lowered the showerhead to my body. The warm flow of water, my hands on my skin while rinsing off, and the thought of the date with Asher got me all worked up again. I pressed the showerhead between my legs. Oh God, the waterspray against my clit made my legs tremble in no time. I really needed to come. I didn’t want to stop. “Stupid Asher and his stupid rules,” I mumbled to myself. I turned off the tap and let a frustrated sigh escape me. He’d better let me come later.

I put on a new dress. The black dress had a deep V-neck and hugged my thighs in the best possible way. It made me feel sexy. My lingerie was new as well. I was feeling bold in the store and picked out a red set. If Asher were to look into my cleavage, he might see a hint of the red bra. I really wanted to turn him on. If my outfit had the desired effect, I might get the hard fuck I craved so much.

I did my makeup and squeezed my red hair to make my waves pop. I was more than ready for tonight. A nervous flutter shot through my lower belly when the doorbell rang. “I’m coming down,” I told Asher through the intercom. I quickly put on my heels, grabbed my bag, and went downstairs. I opened the door, and there he was. He wore a black suit with a banded collar, dark green shirt underneath, with the top button open. He just stood there, his dark curls a messy perfection, his hands in his pockets. How can somebody look so hot and be so laid-back at the same time, I thought to myself.

“Hi!” I smiled while I bit my bottom lip.

His eyes lit up when he took me in. He stroked my hair, leaned in, and French kissed me. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the intensity of the kiss. When our mouths stopped touching, his gaze lingered on my lips.

“Hi,” he replied.

I couldn’t help myself and giggled.

In the car, I relaxed into the comfortable silence that hung between us, the hypnotising music of Grandbrothers playing in the background. While Asher drove the car, I studied the details of his face. The laugh lines around his very kissable mouth, his dark lashes, the bridge of his nose, the curve of his lips. I controlled the urge to touch him. I must draw him sometime, I thought to myself.

Without looking at me, he said, “Take your panties off, Ellyn.”

I snapped out of my daydreaming. “Why?” I asked.

“I only want you to respect my requests, Ellyn, not question them.”

I pulled my dress up a bit to get access to my panties and slid them down my legs.

“What a nice pair of panties you chose, Ellyn,” he said approvingly, “but you won’t be needing them today. You can put them in the glove compartment.”

“Are you gathering panties for your weird private collection? You already have a pair of me.”

“I would like you to stop the backtalking, Ellyn,” he responds curtly, “or there will be consequences.”

I refrained from replying while I put my panties away.

“Thank you,” he said, “now pull up your dress further so I can see your pussy.”

I did as he said, getting a bit nervous. Hopefully, no passing cars take a look in our car, I wishfully thought to myself.

“Open your legs for me so I get a good look,” Asher commanded.

I let my knees fall open as far as possible with the space I had in the passenger seat.

A smile played along Asher’s lips. “Masturbate for me, Ellyn, and tell me when you are close to coming.”

I bit my bottom lip as a nervous tic while I tentatively let my right hand slide between my legs. My fingers slowly circled my clit. Skittishly, I looked around at passing cars.

“Close your eyes,” he said softly.

When I did, I immediately relaxed more. I let my head rest back, and my breathing deepened. I licked my lips while my rubbing picked up the pace.

“Yes, just like that,” Asher purred, “that is so sexy.”

With my index and middle finger, I entered myself. Oh God, that felt so good. I really hoped Asher would fuck me later. I spread my wetness over my cunt, sliding through my folds. My breathing became more labored, my touches more urgent. I didn’t want to stop.

“I’m close to coming,” I moaned.

“Okay, stop touching yourself,” he said in a deadpan voice.

“No, please, can I please come, sir?” I begged.

“Stop! Now!” he ordered.

I quickly removed my hand from my throbbing pussy. I closed my legs and wanted to shimmy my dress back down.

“Keep your dress like that and your legs apart,” he instructed.

I opened my legs again, squirming in my seat, still breathing hard. I looked out of my window, trying to distract myself. I focused on the surroundings, the cars we passed, the houses and trees, … After a couple of minutes, my horniness became more bearable.

He must have noticed it too, because he said, “Start masturbating again.”

My eyes went big with surprise.

“You heard me,” he said.

My pussy was still wet and sensitive when I started stroking myself. I got all worked up again in no time, feeling light-headed.

“I’m close,” I moaned.

He grabbed the hand I was fingerfucking myself with, brought it to his mouth, and licked my fingers clean.

“Good girl,” he praised.

I sighed with frustration.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” I said sarcastically, “maybe because I’m superhorny and you won’t allow me to come?”

With his eyes on the road, he laid his hand on my leg. “You are making me very proud, Ellyn.”

I heard him talking, but all I could think about was that hand burning on my leg, wishing he would drag it up higher to my dripping wet pussy. After a little squeeze, he placed his hand back on the steering wheel while I tried to control my breathing.

It started raining outside, and I followed the droplets on the passenger window. Making me think back to car vacations as a kid. There had been many times I was mesmerized by the raindrops on the window while I was daydreaming, and imagining all sorts of adventures. I was deeply sunken in thought when Asher spoke.

“Masturbate for me, kitten.”

“Asher!” I yelled out, “I don’t know how much more I can take. You will be the end of me! I can already see my tombstone ‘Here lies Ellyn. She died from too much unfulfilled horniness.’ And it will all be your fault!”

He chuckled, “We’ll see about that. You can endure more than you think.” His tone suddenly turned more serious. “In the meantime, I’d like to remind you that you know how I want you to address me while we’re playing.”

In all my frustration, I totally forgot about that. “I’m sorry, sir,” I said quickly. Without further complaining, I started rubbing myself again. It was getting harder and harder to control myself. I felt like I was losing my mind. I was not just touching myself anymore. My whole body was moving along, my hips bucking against my hand. Fuck it, I wasn’t stopping anymore.

Asher suddenly grabbed my hand forcefully. “That’s enough, Ellyn. I think you were cutting it really close there.”

My other hand trailed between my legs.

“Put your hands on the back of your head,” Asher said calmly but authoritatively.

I did as he said, but at the same time, I bristled. “I can’t take this anymore, Asher! Sorry, I mean sir. I need to come. Please, please, please!”

“Well, I think you need to contain yourself, because we just arrived at the restaurant,” he said matter-of-factly. “What colour are you, Ellyn?” He referred to our stopwords. Red for stop, orange for pause, and green means I’m good.

“Green,” I mumbled, not hiding my annoyance.

I looked at him. Even when he was stern with me, he had warm eyes. It settled me, and I felt the anger and frustration going down. I took a deep breath in and out. I knew it would be a struggle getting through this dinner.

“Look at what a wet mess you made of yourself,” Asher said with a groan, clearly turned on as well.

“Well…” I said sultrily while I leaned closer to him, giving him a good view into my cleavage, “you could park the car in the back of the parking lot. And I can take care of ‘that’ for you.” giving him a pointed look at the hard bulge in his pants.

“How generous of you. Nice try, but unlike you, I do have patience.”

A frustrated sigh escaped my body. “You are just evil!”

He laughed, “Let’s go eat, my pretty, restive girl.”

“Can I at least clean myself up before we go inside and put my panties back on?” I asked.

“Nope, on the cleaning up and on the panties." He smiled.

I stared at him for a moment, assessing if there was something I could negotiate with here so I didn’t have to go into the restaurant commando and dripping wet.

“What will it be, Ellyn?” he asked.

With another sigh, I pulled my dress down to cover myself up and got out of the car. Asher took my hand while we walked inside.

We had a round table in the back of the establishment with a curved bench. The ambience was cozy, with dark colours and soft lighting. We ordered some sharing platters and a bottle of Pinot Gris from New Zealand.

“I really like this bench, so I can sit close to you,” I said while I snuggled up closer to him. He put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder. His hand tangled in my hair while he kissed me deeply. Our tongues intertwined. I moaned into his mouth. When our tongues retreated, I bit his bottom lip.

“Down, Bessy,” he grunted.

“A fan of Mulan as well?” I smiled.

“Especially of Eddie Murphy as Mushu. What is your favorite Disney movie?”

“I watched ‘Beauty and the Beast’ on repeat as a kid. I was in love with the amazing library. And as an adult, I can only fantasize about how the Beast ravishes Belle off-screen. All consensual, of course. She chose to stay his captive.”

“Speaking of captives. How is your pussy doing since it is held hostage by me?”

“You know how it is doing, sir, you saw what it looked like in the car. It. Really. Needs. To. Get. Fucked. Hard.” I clarified.

“Open your legs,” Asher instructed.

I examined the tables around us and did as I was told. Asher’s hand went under my dress and slid through my soaking cunt. I closed my eyes. His fingers caressed me. Agonisingly slow, he slid one finger into me, and then added a second one. I clenched around his fingers. A tiny whimper escaped me. For the first time, I felt like Asher was losing his composure as well.

“Fuck, you are so wet and ready for me.”

He showed his glistening fingers and put them in my face.

I slowly but eagerly licked them clean while I maintained his eye contact. His eyes darkened.

“Shall we get out of here?” he proposed.

“I thought you’d never ask, sir.”

We quickly paid and left the restaurant. Asher grabbed my hand and led me away to the alley behind the restaurant. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other, kissing, groping. He grabbed me by my hair and pushed me against a wall. I heard him unzip his pants.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

I felt my wetness trickling down my thighs while I set my feet apart. With his foot, he spread my legs out wider.

“Please fuck me, sir,” I begged.

Without warning, he sheathed himself inside me to the hilt. I moaned loudly, not able to contain myself anymore after all the edging. He clamped his hand over my mouth.

“You can come as many times as you like, but you’ve got to keep it down,” he growled in my ear.

He wisely decided to keep my mouth covered since I was beyond all reasoning. I lost all sense of decorum while I whined and sobbed in his hand. His punishing thrusts hit me in the exact right spot. My long-awaited orgasm was building fast. He slowed his pace.

“Do you want to come, Ellyn?” he hummed against the skin of my neck.

His hand muffled the “Please!” I shouted into it.

“Then come for me!” he commanded while he slammed hard into me.

With a desperate cry, I came undone. My inner walls convulsing, my legs trembling.

Asher continued his merciless pounding. After that first orgasm, it felt like every nerve ending was extra sensitive. His rock-hard cock hit my cervix and stimulated my G-spot every time he rammed into me. The intensity soon had me soaring to new heights. My body consisted only of pure animalistic need. With how soaked my cunt was, the fucking produced the most filthy sounds. I almost collapsed when I came a second time. My pussy spasmed around Asher’s cock, and that pushed him over the edge as well.

We both stood there for a while, against the wall, Asher’s forehead resting against my shoulder while we panted, his dick still buried deep in me. With my hair in his fist, he pulled my head backwards and kissed me passionately. He slid out of me, and I felt his cum dribbling down the inside of my thighs. It felt dirty, but in the best possible way.

I turned around, leaning against the brick wall, not trusting my legs to keep me upright. Normally, I talk a lot. I overshare. But in that moment, I was lost for words, still kind of hazy after those orgasms, and all I did was grin at Asher.

Asher broke the silence. “I can get used to that.”

I giggled in response. “I forgive you for all the edging. That …” I gestured between the both of us, “was amazing.”

“You forgive me?” he replied with his eyebrows pulled up in surprise.

“Yes, because you are a real pain in the ass sometimes. Luckily, you are also a great fuck.”

“Oh, Ellyn, you can’t even imagine what kind of filthy stuff I want to do to that beautiful ass of yours. Maybe you should change your tone.”

“Or what?” I said in a little voice, trying to act brave.

His pupils dilated when he came closer, pressing me to the wall with his body.

“You are lucky that I am in a good mood, Ellyn. You can barely stand up with your trembling legs as it is. But just wait until next time I get my hands on you,” he said, his voice full of sordid promise.

A quiver of anticipation travelled through my body, and I swallowed heavily.

“Thank you, sir, for the orgasms today,” I peeped.

“That is more like it. You are welcome. I had a great time as well. Come, I’ll get you home.”

Before we walked to the car, I took my heels off. I was clumsy on a good day. With my limbs still feeling wobbly, I felt more comfortable walking barefoot. We walked hand in hand back to the car, and I yawned, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. On the way home, I fell asleep. I barely noticed it when Asher carried me upstairs to my apartment and put me to bed. That night I slept like a log.

To be continued…