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Christmas Eve with Ian

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I believe I left you as I was slipping into a hot bath, all bubbly. There were some surprises that I couldn’t have seen coming this Christmas. To say that I was about to be taught a few lessons in the art of lovemaking and the power of a man, well, read on.

The bath was perfect, it felt so soothing. I opened my eyes and saw the vapor floating up from the tub into the cooler aire. The water had an orange, spicy scent to it and it was soft against my skin.

This tub was quite large and oval in shape. It was very easy for me to lay down into the water and submerge my body under it.

Ian was sitting on the edge of the tub surround and handed me a soft cloth that had a pearl like lotion on it.

“This is a very nice body wash Layla; it comes from Baldinne, the little shop in the square. I found it not too long ago and have enjoyed it very much. The scent is very light and clean, refreshing. You know Lizianne, the proprietor, well she has a wonderful way of learning what her customer likes and she does her very best to bring in exactly what I want. This may amuse you to know but even old men like to smell good.”

He was so right, he did smell delicious. Ian was giggling, like a school boy and had the cutest way of tilting his head when he was happy.

Suddenly, I realized that this was indeed a man who I really didn’t know. Oh, I’ve known him for some time but never on a very personal level. I had to keep from chuckling; I did in fact now know him very much on a personal level, didn’t I?

“You look so lovely lying in my tub. Never, in a million years, would I have ever thought that when I got up this morning and started my day I would see you in my tub smiling at me.”

Ian got down on his knees and took the cloth back from me and began gently washing my body. He was like a father bathing his little girl. When he had tenderly washed my arms he let the cloth barely touch my breasts, and when he loving dipped it into the warm water and let it run over my aching nipples, I winced and he understood how very softly he needed to stroke me.

Bringing the warm water and the cloth to my thighs he scarcely touched my skin. I closed my eyes, felt my body relax and take pleasure in his calming touch.

“I could bathe you all night, you are absolutely captivating. The water is beginning to cool down my sweet cherub and I don’t want you to catch a chill, so let’s get you up, dry you off and feed you.”

Ian helped me out of the tub and brought me under the heating lamp in the ceiling. If you’re fortunate enough to live in the mountains you realize very quickly how much a heating lamp in your bath is essential to not catching you’re death after a bath or shower. The room had a glow from the amber color of the glass and it was quite warm and cozy. This gentle man dried every inch of me and covered me in a soft towel that felt like a marshmallow.

“I know this old robe isn’t exactly something you would choose for yourself but it will serve the purpose for you, tomorrow we’ll shop and have some special things for the next few days. I intend to pamper and spoil you to my heart’s delight.”

I was more than happy to be spoiled, in fact I might just do a little spoiling myself. I had a few surprises in store for Ian, if i could just work out all the details in time.

“Layla, I don’t know what will happen after the next few days and I don’t want or imagine there will be any promises or commitments, I just want to have you with me and take each moment as they come. So, I believe it’s time for supper don’t you?”

We walked into the kitchen and on the table Ian had a wonderful array of charcuterie, cheeses, some toasts and fruits. The wine was light, the conversation enticing, and the mood just added to the delightful supper he had made for us.

“Layla, the Shortbread cookies you made are just like the very best from my country. Ahhh, I see the look, yes, I was actually born in Scotland, and my parents came here when I was a Wee Laddie. I’m planning a trip in the spring, at my age I may not have many more trips in me.”

I had always thought I detected a slight bit of the old country in his voice. Yes, he certainly did have the look of a strong confident man from Scotland.

“That’s the one thing I regret, that I never took the time to travel. When I was a young woman I was all about my work, and when I opened my firm it took most of my time. Like you I have been blessed and have a secure life. I think it was one of the driving forces that convinced me to move here on a full time basis and curtail most of my business. I still have a few clients I work with but on a very limited schedule. Enough of that, my tummy is full, and my body is longing for a warm soft place to crawl into and snuggle with a very cuddly fellow, what do you say old man, are you ready to take me to your bed?”

I was giggling as I asked Ian that silly question, of course he was ready.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

The fire in the great room had long since gone out and as we were speaking Ian and I cleared the table.

“Well, my darling girl let me show you my etchings.”

I realized I had never seen Ian’s bedroom. This is a huge house and there are several rooms off the great room. Hand in hand we walked thru the family room just off the kitchen and down a short hallway. The light at the end of the hall was coming from Ian’s bedroom.

The house is turn of the century and all the doors and moldings are wood. When we reached the end of the hall the door opened into a massive room.

On the right was another stone fireplace, and the fire was burning and glowing. The floors were wood and there was a very large rug that easily had to be more than twelve feet square just in front of the hearth. The bed, a massive sleigh style in very dark mahogany faced the fireplace. It was breathtaking. The shades of greens and berries beckoned you in.

“My God, I’m sad to admit that I haven’t had the pleasure of a woman in my bed for quite some time young lady, I’m suddenly feeling very much the dirty old man.”

There is something so damn sexy about a dirty old man, and now i had one right here in front of me about to take me into his bed.

“Ummm, and you are a dirty old man Ian Wilson, and I love every year of you.”

We laughed and giggled, Ian went to the fire to place a few logs and I went to the bed.

The covers were lofty and soft. I debated for a mere second and then unbuttoned the robe and let it fall from my body.

“Please, just give me a moment to look at you. My darling girl, you are a lovely woman, your body is the picture I’ve dreamed of many a night that you could be had by this man.”

Ian came to the bedside and pulled the covers down, I slipped in and he tucked them to me like I was a child in his care. He walked around the other side, dropped his robe on the chair next to the bed and slipped in beside me.

“Layla, you have made this dirty old man very happy. I don’t think I’ll sleep a wink tonight, so many things going round in my head.”

I turned and snuggled right up against his body. I felt his arms enfold me and I couldn’t quite believe I was lying in this bed, in this room, in this man’s arms. Feeling his heart beating and the sound of his breathing was calming and I felt in safe hands.

“Layla, are you sleepy?”

That question made me smile, it really asked if I was awake as he wanted to talk about something, or, do something.

“I was just thinking to myself how at ease I am, here in your bed, safe and warm. I’m so happy that I called and I’m thinking about the next few days. You are very mysterious in some regard. Why don’t you tell me about the shopping adventure you have designed for us?”

“You have never liked being out of the queue have you? I know you could very easily walk across the road and put a few things in a case and that would be fine, but let me have every part of my fantasy. This will remain a mystery until we arrive at our destination. While you were resting this afternoon I made a call to a friend of mine who has a personal driver, he doesn’t drive himself anymore, anyway, my friend will be out of town for the holidays and he offered the services of his car and driver to me. I have him arriving at ten in the morning, and he will be at our beck and call for the day and beyond. I will tell you that we will be stopping at The Farmer’s Basket; you know the little specialty shop in the square. There are some things we need to make a suitable holiday dinner and some surprises.”

A driver, a shopping spree, what else could he possiblly do to make this any more than a wonderful holiday.

“Layla, there is something else I’d like to talk about; something I think needs to be spoken in relation to what happened today. If you would give me a few minutes and not speak until I’ve finished my little disclosure I’d like that.”

I couldn’t imagine what Ian was so apprehensive about and naturally I listened quietly.

“You have made me a very happy old man my sweet angel. I was really being quite candid when I articulated the many visions and fantasies I’ve had concerning you. I’m not getting to the point, Layla, I am not a young man and at my age it was quite a surprise that my reaction, that is, my, oh hell, that I could get an erection, there I’ve said it.”

Why do men think that the only tool they have at their disposal is a stiff hard cock? I was about to say just that when I was asked to be quiet.

“Hush, I’m trying to tell you that I may not be able to do that on a regular basis, I may not be able to that again and I wanted to tell you that so you understand that if it doesn’t happen that it has nothing to do with you. I’m making a mess of this; I’ve never had to talk about such things before.”

I could sense he was becoming frustrated and just a little annoyed with his inability to communicate what he needed me to hear.

“Now it’s time for you to hush. Ian, I’m not a school girl, a thirty something who believes that the only way to satisfy any woman is with a hard stiff cock. You may be very surprised at what I’m about to say so please listen closely, and excuse my bluntness. Fucking is not the ultimate turn on or the preferred manner of achieving an orgasm for me. I am very sensitive in many places other than deep inside my pussy. I would also like to say that for me, the penetration is the beginning of the end.”

If I could make an impact in any one area of sexuality in regard to older men, or for that matter any man who isn’t able to achieve or maintain an erection it would be simply, who cares?

How many times have you heard the time honored phrase “Wham Bam, Thank You Madam” my understanding of that treasure is that men get an erection, shove it into the nearest pussy, fuck for all their worth and the deed is done.

Now, don’t get me wrong, a quickie every now and then can be very satisfying, but for the most part I like, no love and want all the other stuff much, much more. There has to be a reason that hundreds of millions of dollars are spent on dildos and vibrators, they should be regarded as an addition to the bag of tricks for any man. Personally, I have had the pleasure of using these little darlings with men who have ED, and we both not only enjoyed the toys, we used them even with a raging erection staring us down.

“My darling man, I am about to divulge a very well kept secret about me that in all your eighty years you would never have imagined, I have had, on more than one occasion, the pleasure of another woman. I’m telling you this because there was no rigid cock and the experience was quite satisfying. We could spend the rest of the night talking about this and it wouldn’t change anything. Sufficed to say that you are more than proficient in the various ways you satisfied this woman, naked in your bed.”

When I turned and looked at Ian he was smiling.

“Layla, why did I wait so long and waste so much time?”

“I am a firm believer in fate, karma, and destiny, whatever you choose to call it.

There is truly a season for all things and as long as we go through life with our eyes open and are willing to take chances those things that we seek will come to us, now shut up and kiss me old man.”

Ian kissed me gently, the kind of kiss that tells you, I’m happy you’re here.

The fire was dying down and the night was begging us to sleep. I turned my back to him and got as close as I could. This time when his hands found their way to my breasts it was with a gentleness and tender touch.

We drifted into sleep and spent the night wrapped in each other’s arms.

I vaguely felt Ian move away from me and get up; I was contented to stay where I was in that state of dreamlike slumber that feels so blissful.

“Good morning sweet angel, I have a tray for you.”

I opened my eyes and there he was, tray in hand, smiling like a child on Christmas morning. Ian set the tray on the side table and fluffed the pillows behind me. When I was exactly where he wanted me he set the tray across my lap.

“I slept like a baby. I’ve fixed you some breakfast, I’ve already eaten and I’ll be ready in a jiffy. Enjoy your feast, when you’re ready we’ll be on our way. It’s just after nine so get a move on. Tim will be here precisely at ten and we will be leaving for our adventure.”

I did enjoy my feast. The coffee was hot and the rest of it was equally delicious.

I crawled out of that big warm bed, reluctantly, and dressed.

As I walked into the great room, Tim was already there waiting.

“Layla, this Timothy MacClenny, he’s been kind enough to become our mode of transportation for the next few days.”

“Good morning Mr. MacClenny, this is really quite a treat, thank you.”

“Good morning miss, and please call me Tim, the pleasure is mine.”

“Alright, let’s get a move on we have a lot to do before Santa arrives this evening and I don’t want to miss a minute.”

We walked out the front door, the snow had stopped during the early morning hours but it was a snow colored sky.

The Pennsylvania plows had been out all night so the roads were fairly clear. I’m smiling as I’m writing these next few lines.

Tim opened the door for us and we got into the town car. I was sitting in the back of a sleek black car and the driver was pulling out of the driveway. Once the giddy feeling was replaced with calm and pleasure I was able to pinch myself and look forward to the day.

When we arrived at The Square it was surprising busy.

The Square is a very quaint setting. The shops are all individual buildings much like stone homes actually. The developer took great care to keep the environment and design much like it was at the turn of the century in this part of the state.

Our first stop was to the Farmer’s Basket.

Ian was so cute. He took his basket and went from spot to spot picking up his delicacies and wishing everyone a happy joyous Christmas.

Tim followed and took Ian’s treasures and put them in the car while we stopped at the bakery, the spirits shop and the florist. Our final stop was the surprise.

There is a stylish lingerie shop in The Square, very sophisticated, elegant, Lace and Lavender imports from all over the world and generally the lingerie is often one of a kind. Etienne, the owner is a lovely woman who speaks softly and is very protective of her clientele. It’s widely understood that should a gentleman wish to send something special to his lady it does remain both personal and private.

“Layla, how lovely to see you, it’s been too long. I’m so happy to know you are now here in town to stay. And, Mr. Wison, I believe we have an appointment today.”

“Layla, I’ll be busy with madam for a bit, Tim is going to take you to Miranda’s, the little shop across the square. I want you to choose some things for the Holiday; the proprietor has already been advised as to what she might show you, please follow her suggestions. I see the look in your eyes and I will ask you to allow this old man his whim. Meet me here when you’re through, about an hour, how does that sound?”

I quickly glanced at Etienne and understood her smile.

“Why that sounds wonderful.”

I kissed Ian on his cheek and watched him follow Etienne to a private room. I knew that in that room, Etienne would show Ian several things she thought I would enjoy. I couldn’t help but feel a quiver; he was evidently enjoying this appointment.

Tim dropped me at Miranda’s as he was instructed to do by the master of the day.

It seems that Ian had called ahead and spoke with Miranda telling her that he thought I would need some particular things. I listened to her suggestions and we choose some very lovely pieces.

The hour flew by and before I could catch my breath we were arriving at Lace and Lavender. Ian came to the car with several boxes and bags. Tim put them carefully in the truck as Ian climbed in beside me.

“Well, did you enjoy you’re appointment Mr. Wilson?”

“I most assuredly did. I hope you were able to pick up what you needed from Miranda’s?”

“Ian, you’re spoiling me, and although I did fill the list you left with Miranda, I’m hoping I choose things that will please you.”

“My little cherub, you couldn’t possibly do anything else, just being with me is more than I could have dreamed.”

The day absolutely flew by. On the ride home the houses were already in full holiday splendor. You could see people arriving and carrying armloads of beautifully wrapped surprises.

It was near four o’clock when we got to the house. Tim and Ian brought all the packages in and Ian and I wished Tim a Merry Christmas and he was on his way to his family for the festivities that Christmas Eve brings.

“Layla, why don’t you go and rest for a bit. I have some things to prepare and when you wake up the celebration will begin.”

A sweet kiss and I was ushered into the bedroom for a much needed nap. I took off my things and crawled into the covers. I must have fallen asleep very quickly.

I woke up to soft music and a warm fire. The things I left on the chair next to the bed were gone and there was a beautiful box with a huge red bow on it sitting in their place. There was a card on the box and I opened the small envelop and read the note.

Layla, dinner will be served at precisely eight o’clock. Please enjoy this little gift.

I untied the ribbon and eagerly opened the box. Wrapped in the most beautiful shimmering tissue was perhaps the most beautiful lace dress I had ever seen.

The color was deep hunter green with the finest small crystals covering the bodice. I took the dress out and held it up to my body. The neckline was delicate and formed a vee just below my breasts. There was an underwire in the bodice that told me I didn’t need anything under it. The sleeves were long and would be tight on my arms falling in a soft lace scallop around my wrists. The dress was long and flowing, there was a split opened front that would begin just above my knees. It appeared to me that Mr. Wilson has impeccable taste.

I laid the dress on the bed and when I picked up the box to move it there was something else to be found. I searched through the tissue and found a pair of clear strappy sandals with the same crystals delicately placed on the instep and slim heels.

I looked at the clock and it was almost seven. I would have just enough time to shower and change.

I walked into the bath and on the surround there was a tray with perfume, mascara, lip gloss and a comb and brush. There was nothing this man hadn’t thought of and I was beginning to feel very much the princess in the castle.

I showered quickly, brushed my hair, and added some mascara to my lashes and gloss to my lips. I walked into the bedroom and stepped into the dress. The lace was soft and clung to my body emphasizing my curves, falling as if it were made for me. I turned and looked in the mirror and I was indeed the princess. The neckline fell just below my breasts, the fullness strained slightly in the fitted bodice. The split opening allowed my thighs to peek out from beneath the lace bottom and it shimmered when I moved. I stepped into the sandals and when I walked the crystals caught the glow from the fire and I looked as though I had stepped into the magical glass slippers.

It was now precisely eight o’clock. I walked into the dining room and the scene actually took my breath away.

There were candles in crystal, the most beautiful flowers in reds and tiny white roses wrapped in pine greenery.

“Layla, I’ve told you how beautiful you are, seeing you now you have taken my breath away.”

Ian walked towards me and took my hand in his. He was stunningly handsome. The crisp white shirt, the simple red vest and black trousers was indeed striking.

“Layla, sit here and let me pour you some wine. We have a marvelous celebration dinner courtesy of the Farmer’s Basket and yours truly. We’ll drink, eat and be merry.”

Dinner was scrumptious. There was a tray of the most delicious array of sea food. The smoked salmon was delicate and perfect with the small toast points. Ian had Chateau Briand, creped asparagus and wild rice with roasted fruits and chestnuts. I smiled when he pulled back the linen napkin and revealed steaming crisp popovers.

I think we ate and laughed and ate and laughed for almost two hours. We cleared the table and told silly jokes. Andrea Botticelli was singing Perfidia when Ian began to dance me around the room.

“You were born to be in my arms. You’re like a dream running across my mind when we’re together like this.”

“That’s because when I’m in your arms it’s twice as sweet. Did I thank you for this incredibly beautiful dress? And let me tell you how much I adore my glass slippers, you have indeed made me feel like a princess.”

“This only the beginning, I have many surprises in store for you my Layla. You have given me more than I could have ever imagined in just these last twenty four hours. It’s only Christmas Eve; Santa hasn’t come down the chimney quite yet.”

When do we stop believing in Santa, I couldn’t help but think never.

“How would you like a wee glass of Chambord, I know how much you enjoy it after dinner.”

“Ian, how could you possibly remember so many things?”

“Let me get that for you and we can sit by the fire and talk about it, how does that sound?”

Without waiting for an answer Ian disappeared and returned in minutes with my Chambord and a snifter of brandy for himself.

“My sweet cherub, there are many things that I know about you. I know you love Chambord; I know you hate lima beans. I know you’re a fierce business competitor; you detest dishonesty and adore animals. I know how much you love music; you have it playing all the time. You can’t swim and hate the beach. You don’t tan you burn.

You’ve been a devoted daughter and still miss your mother every day. The level of your intelligence knows no boundaries. You don’t understand how anyone can be unfair for any reason. There is a God but you don’t need a church to pray. Loyalty and truth are the corner stone’s of whom you are. Now, how do I know, remember all these things, because I listen.”

Now I was listening, hearing him tell me who I am.

“We have spent many hours together in the past, we’ve talked about many things, and I heard every word you’ve said. Layla, I have always admired the woman you are. Now, I know you as a lover. I have learned how to touch you, what you like, what drives you mad. I know how it feels to be deep inside you feeling your orgasm build and I know what it feels like to fill you. I know that you don’t care if I can’t get an erection; I know there are so many ways I can give you all you need.”

I couldn’t help but smile as Ian spoke. I didn’t see how truly attentive he is, how much of what I need is important to him.

“Knowing that you love having your nipples sucked and pinched until they ache. I’ve now seen the wanton woman in you. You have been extremely sexual and very sensual, in the most respectful way. I have always thought of myself as just too damn old for you, I know now that my age is actually a plus. I’m not exactly sure how you came to find old men so very appealing, however, I will be eternally grateful to the man who molded you into the woman you are. There are moments when you’re a refined lady and there is the lady that knows when to be someone else, you’re intuition and perception is keen and cunning at times. There isn’t a second that I know exactly what you’re thinking or for that matter what will come out of your mouth in a conversation. I do know there is no facade, no gamesmanship. If I have any regrets, it that it’s taken me all this time to get up the nerve to act on my own desire to know you in a personal way.”

“Ian, do you believe that life has a plan for all of us? I truly think that the time wasn’t right before this, now I only hope we don’t waste a single minute. You may know me better than I know myself. If it were ever possible for me to be speechless this could have been the moment, however, I am never at a loss words, so, if you know all these things, then you must know that I want you, I want your arms around me, your lips kissing me and your hands, I definitely want your hands.”

I stood up and reached behind me, lowered the zipper on my dress and let fall to the floor at my feet. We weren’t children, there didn’t need to be another word.

I walked closer to him and he began kissing my body. When his tongue licked my stomach and his mouth opened and greedily sucked in my nipple I told him what I wanted.

“Yesss, suck it harder, bite me, I love the pain when it becomes intense pleasure.”

I reached up and cupped my breasts in my hands. I teased him, running my nipples across his lips and when he tried to take them in his mouth I pulled them away.

“You want to suck these sweet tits, make my nipples burn, then take them.”

Ian pulled me down to him and grabbed my tits in his hands, squeezing and mauling me. He wrapped both hands around my right breast and squeezed it tightly; the strength in his hands was unrelenting. He bit the tender flesh and I screamed, he bit me again and I moaned and wanted more. Now both nipples are in his mouth, he’s sucking harder and I want more.

“Yesss, that’s how I like it, harder, harder, make it hurt so good.”

When he let me go he put his hand between my legs.

“My God, you are so wet, you want my tongue don’t you Layla, you want me to suck you and make you cum, don’t you, tell me, tell me Layla!”

“That’s right, that’s what I want, I want your tongue to lick my wet pussy and make me cum in your mouth, do it!”

Ian leaned back in the sofa and pulled me up. He put one foot on each side of his lap and my pussy was right in front of his mouth.

“Pinch those nipples for me Layla, twist them and squeeze them. Now we play the game. Don’t you cum until I tell you too, if you cum I’ll punish you, do you understand me?”

Who was this?

Suddenly this quiet man was taking charge and I liked it, very much, I liked it very, very much.

I reached for my nipples and pinched and pulled at them. The pain was so sweet, I rubbed them and I lifted one nipple to my mouth and began sucking it. His eyes opened wide and they became dark and intense, he liked this, this show of confidence.

Every time I bit down I moaned, he watched and loved every minute. Finally he pulled my pussy closer and I felt his hard tongue searching for my pleasure knob, he wrapped his lips around my pulsing clit and began sucking, in and out of his mouth.

Over and over, he sucked me in and let me go until I grabbed his head and furiously fucked his mouth. I felt the powerful urge and rode it all the way to the edge.

Ian tried to pull away and I held tighter until I felt the first flash. I didn’t let go until I passed the point of complete submission to my own passion and fever.

Ian let me have my way; he brought me to a strong powerful climax. When I couldn’t take one more touch of his mouth I pulled away. When I couldn’t stand on my feet another second I released him and fell to his lap.

“You’ve been a bad girl Layla; you didn’t stop and wait for permission, now I have no choice but to punish you.”

Yes, punish me; you know that’s what I want.

“I want you to go into the bedroom and wait for me.”

I liked this game, I wanted more.

I crawled off his lap and walked into the bedroom.

I was reckless and I wanted to pay the price. I would test his will against my own; I wasn’t ready to back down just yet.

In a few minutes he walked into the bedroom and smiled as he spoke.

“Lie down on the bed Layla.”

The room was barely lit; the covers were turned down, waiting for me. I lay down and waited for his punishment.

“You disobeyed me, you were told to do something and you rebelled and now you must be punished. That’s what you want isn’t it, you want the punishment. You know me well don’t you. You played the consummate lady and all the while you’re a hellcat. From the moment you first submitted to me you knew we would come to this and you wanted it all along. When we’re done here, you will be mine. You’ll have no choice but to accept me and what I want will be what you want.”

The cat and mouse game had come to an end, now we would play for the power we both wanted from the other. I was at last at his mercy, the place I wanted to be. Now it was time to see who could be stronger. Let the match begin.

Ian walked to his side of the bed and opened the drawer in the night table.

“Close your eyes Layla.”

The room was deadly quiet. I was cold, the air had changed and the warmth was abating.

There was a sound that I wasn’t familiar with, a rustling sound. Something was being put over my eyes, a scarf I think. I was suddenly unable to see anything, my desire was getting stronger. I was blindfolded and in complete darkness,I wanted more.

“Layla, you’ve brought out another side to this old man. You’ve tested me, every step of the way you’ve taunted me and I suspect wanted to see just how far you could push me. It’s true I have led a quiet life. My personal life has been very private. There were moments of weakness when I let you see a glimpse of the man I am, and for the most part, you choose to look the other way and ignore the obvious. Perhaps you weren’t ready.”

I was listening intently, and the level of my arousal was rising.

“In the many conversations we have shared I took great strides to carefully keep you at arm’s length. I suspect you were somewhat bored at the prospect of spending the holiday alone. It was very kind of you to call and offer your companionship. Our cat and mouse game ended when I told you what you wanted and that I was more than willing to be a pawn in your game of seduction.”

All these words were true. I set out to seduce him and he knew it. There was a side to Ian that was very private. I always had suspicions that there was a darker side, but he took great care to conceal the truth I knew was about to be discovered.

“You, my sweet cherub, are as I’ve said, quite a remarkable woman. I know many things about you because you wanted me to know.”

What better way to seduce a man than to tell him who you are?

“You are as you said sexually aligned with a more mature man. You’re experiences as a young woman was merely the stepping off point for what or rather who you were to become. I have decided to be exactly who I am. I am a strong willed man who expects complete obedience. I have given you great latitude and you have blurred the line by your own doing.”

Yes, this was a side of Ian I hadn’t really addressed, I liked it.

“This night you will become mine, body and soul. I don’t have to inflict pain or withhold what you want for your complete submission; I simply have to show you that by understanding the roles we play you will have all you desire and need. Now, this is what you receive when you rebel and ignore my requests. This can’t be what you want, to be placed in a situation where you have no control.”

I was listening and just like an obedient child I remained quiet although I wanted to tell him to stop talking and show me.

“I suspect you would much rather submit and be treated like the princess you want to be. It pains me to see you in this state, I would much rather see you enjoying the fruits of your knowledge. Do you understand what I’m saying Layla?”

This was the test of wills. I could easily get up; collect my things leave this house and I would remain in total control. If I submitted, gave him control I would still have everything I want. I think the word “Obedience” was somehow alien to me. I started the game and now I had to make an intelligent move.

“Yes, I understand and I’m ready to obey you completely.”

This strength, this dominant/submissive role play was even more exciting than I realized.

“That’s good Layla. I told you I would punish you if you disobeyed me and I intend to do just that. When we’re through here you will see why compliance is so very important.”

Ian obviously had more experience in this realm so it would be to my benefit to act accordingly. I lay in this bed, and waited quietly for the Master to school me, all the while feeling an intense desire getting stronger.

“Most people think that in any dominant/submissive relationship the master or dominant personality is in fact the partner who takes the will away from the submissive partner. In my case that is not true at all. I am dominant only as long as you submit, if you begin to rebel, pay no attention to or refuse my wishes, our roles switch and that’s not at all what you want.”

No, what I wanted was to be in control, to be the one who took charge and got what she wanted. Maybe, I would let him believe he was making all the choices.

“In order to have control you must trust that I understand what you need and will ultimately give it to you.”

I would get what I wanted simply because I was a master at this game myself.

“Now, I may be a very different mindset than a true dominant, I don’t profess to be the text book master so to speak, I have my own way of doing things. I have decided to discipline you in such a way as too show you that by submitting to me you will garner the reward.”

Ian came to the bed and lay down beside me. His hands moved over my body gently, teasing me. I began to understand the role we both played. I wanted him to do what I wanted, to touch me passionately, to excite me, give me that rush of passion.

This was much different, the feelings weren’t like a fever, and they were more like a warmth building instead of an inferno that would burn itself out in a matter of minutes.

“I have suspected for some time that you are in a constant state of arousal. You are an enthusiastic challenging lover, unlike many; you take pleasure in the telling of how you want to be touched, it excites you, to be in command of every situation. While I certainly adore the hellcat, I’d like to know the softer, compliant side that you have. Make no mistake, Layla, there is another side to you, it peeks through every now and then.”

All the while he was speaking he was also touching me. The words were quiet, slow and softly spoken, the touches, they were so absolutely unfamiliar to me.

“Ummm, your nipples are so pink, if I barely touch them with the tip of my tongue, I can feel them stiffen, yes, you like that, and it only gets better.”

I couldn’t look at him, I couldn’t see what he was doing, and I had to feel it.

With each slow uncertain lick I was brought to a slow deep feeling of arousal. The sucking was painless and deliberate; I wanted it to go on and on.

Ian slipped his hand between my legs and barely touched my lips, it sent chills up and down my body, shivers, and it felt so good. As he slipped one finger into me all I felt was pleasure, up and down, I could hear the wetness and the movement.

“That’s right, now you feel it don’t you, pure pleasure, without the pain, it’s so good isn’t it Layla, so good to feel all this deep down inside, you’re so wet, your clit is swollen, should I touch it like this, feel my finger rolling over and over, so slow, it’s better, the feeling is strong and building nice and slowly.”

I loved every touch, I was beginning to feel the start of an orgasm every time his finger touched my stiffened clit, and then it would stop, and then he would start again, and it was sooo fucking good.

I felt Ian move down the bed, I wanted his mouth, I wanted to scream at him to do it, and he sensed the struggle.

“Shhh, slow down Layla, slowly, enjoy the moments, every one, it will only get better.”

I felt his hands slip under me and cup my cheeks and I took a deep breath, knowing that the next thing I would feel was his tongue licking and sucking me.

His wet warm tongue licked the insides of my thighs, I heard myself moaning, and felt my hips grinding up and down into the bed.

“Ohh, please, let me cum, suck my clit, please, just lick it now, I need to cum.”

He flattened his tongue and licked me from the bottom of my pussy to the top, slow and easy, over and over, never touching my clit. I felt his teeth bite my lips and I was delirious with the pleasure it gave me. As Ian’s tongue curled around my pulsing clit and just circled it round and round I thought I’d finally be given the release I needed.

“Layla, reach down and part your lips for me, show me what you want me to tease and lick, don’t tell me, show it to me Layla.”

Oh my God, this was so hot, so erotic, show it to me, and don’t tell me, yess, I want you to see it, hard and jutting out, begging for your lips.

I reached down, spreading my legs wide, and slipping my fingers into my wetness, I felt for my clit, it was so big, I parted my lips, and I could feel the air on my pulsing bud, it was exposed and pleading for his mouth to make love to it.

The hot breath came first, then the cool wetness of his tongue. He teased me, brought me so close, sucking just hard enough, stopping before I could cum, grabbing my clit in his lips and sucking up and down, the tender nerves being touched and tickled, and then he stopped.

“Now I have another surprise for you.”

I heard him moving, and then I felt something hard, he was going to fuck me, yesss, that’s what I want, fuck me hard and give me what I want.

“Lift your beautiful ass up Layla; I’m putting a pillow under you and then the surprise.”

I felt the pillow slip under me and I knew I was up high off the bed, my pussy on a platter, ready to be served up and used for his pleasure.

I felt the hardness against my lips, searching for an open path inside me.

It wasn’t Ian, it was hard and stiff. I felt him twist it as he pushed it into me. Oh my God, it had to be a huge dido, it was thick and long, and the deeper into me he sent it the more I wanted all of it.

“That’s right Layla, a hard long thick cock that won’t get soft, I can fuck this pussy all night with this, slow, or fast, deep and hard, just the way you love it. You should see your cunt eating this cock up; your lips are clinging to it, so wet and tight all around it. Maybe a little attention to your pouting clit, I’ll rub it while I fuck you, feels sooo good doesn’t it, of course it does, and it’s about to get better.”

When the vibrations started, I screamed it felt so fucking good, every time he pulled it out he let it rub my clit, and vibrate on it for a second or two. This was torture and I never wanted it to stop.

“You’ve been a very good girl Layla, so good I think it’s time, do you think it time?”

I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t think of anything except the feeling in my pussy and the orgasm that was rising and begging to be let loose.

Ian moved back towards me, his hand furiously fucking me with the huge dildo, I was right there, a few more thrusts and I would be over the edge, then I felt his tongue beating my clit and I was pulled down deep into a delicious ocean of slamming waves inside me.

Ian reached up and pulled the blindfold off my eyes, I could see him fucking me wildly and felt his fingers grabbing hold of my clit and jerking it round and round to give me every bit of this spectacular orgasm he could.

There is a point when you have to stop the touching, the fucking, or you’ll just collapse, the sensation is so pure and intense it has to stop.

I reached that saturation point and grabbed Ian’s hand, holding it still. I pulled off the hard driving mass inside me and heard myself begging him to stop.

“Please, no more, I can’t, no more, please Ian.”

I felt the stone hard pole slip out of me, and felt Ian lie down next to me, in seconds he was covering us both with the quilt.

Within a few minutes I was able to gather my wits and come back down to earth.

“It’s time to rest Layla; now you’ve learned what it’s like to allow me the honor of taking matters into my capable hands. I have a few more surprises in store for us. Now, close your pretty eyes and sleep.”

I did close my eyes, and smiled to myself, yes, he did indeed have capable hands.

There would be surprises for both us this Christmas, my present was still coming, and it would be one he would remember for the rest of his life.

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