Bryony's Awakening Page 5

  “Put down your glass. Pick up your purse and go to the Ladies Powder Room. In there you will see three cubicles. Go to the one at the far end. Inside, put down the toilet lid and bend over with your hands on the lid and your back to the door. Lift your skirt up to your waist and close your eyes. Do not lock the cubicle door. Have you got all that?”

  Bryony looked a little startled for a second, but Alex was pleased to see that she picked up her bag without a word and left the table.

  Bryony’s heart was pounding with what she was about to do. She prayed that the Ladies Room would be empty when she arrived there. Her prayers were answered and she did as she was told and went to the third cubicle. She placed her purse on top of the cistern and put down the toilet lid. Then, she lifted her skirt to her waist and bent over as instructed.

  Her heart was racing. Supposing someone else came along and opened the cubicle door first? She heard the outer door open and she closed her eyes tight. The cubicle door swung open and for a second there was silence. Was Alex there? She dare not turn round. Her whole body was tingling in anticipation of what was about to happen. Someone entered the cubicle and she felt a hard slap on her bottom. Then she heard the noise of a zip and before she had time to react, a hard cock was thrust into her. It plunged in and out fast. There was no attempt to tease her or stroke her – the only touching that took place was a firm pair of hands around her waist to stop her going forwards with the thrusts – but stroking wasn’t really needed because she was so sexually hyped up she almost came at the moment the cock entered. The only noise that was made was a faint groan as the cock erupted and sprayed its seed deep within her. Then the cock was withdrawn and a moment later she heard the zip close, and the door to the cubicle closed. She was alone again and not a word had been spoken throughout the whole encounter. She stood for a moment, trembling with the excitement at what had just occurred.

  Bryony cleaned herself, dropped her dress and went out to wash her hands and repair her makeup. She almost fainted when she saw that there was a large, middle-aged Powder Room attendant standing in the corner and her face went red. Oh my God, when did she come in? Was she here all the time? The woman glanced at her but said nothing. Bryony went to drop a few coins in the tip tray and noticed a $50 note sitting in the tray that hadn’t been there when she first arrived. That explained a lot to her. She returned to the table where Alex was innocently sipping his champagne.

  “That was quite a long visit to the Powder Room. Is everything okay?”

  “I’ll let you know when I can push my heart down from my mouth and back to its normal place.”

  He grinned. It’s a good job that he was a regular here and that the attendant was such a good sport. He didn’t tell Bryony but he had tried that trick somewhere else a few years ago, but it hadn’t ended up as successfully as on this occasion. Unfortunately, the woman he was with was a shrieker. That was one restaurant he had not dared visit since.

  Talk during dinner followed Alex’s normal pattern of direct speaking and sudden switches of subject without warning. Bryony had to concentrate to keep up with him, especially after a couple of glasses of wine.

  Alex, in turn, was pleased that Bryony wasn’t one of those giggling women who hung on to his every word, and was unafraid to jump into the conversation. She got to the point quickly – not wasting time talking round and round a subject – a quality he liked in both his employees and his women. Even with his subs he wasn’t like some Doms who preferred them to be silent unless spoken to. He had a great respect for women’s opinions and so long as they didn’t chatter inanely he wanted them to participate in the conversation. The exception to this was when he was playing a scene. Then he needed to exercise control and one way to exercise control was to forbid his sub to speak.

  Alex wouldn’t describe Bryony as his sub yet. It was too soon in their relationship, but he hoped that he would be able to persuade her to join him in his world. He had high hopes for her. There was no doubt that she had enjoyed herself last weekend and tonight he hoped to take her into his playroom for the first time. For that reason he limited their drinks to two glasses each. He didn’t think that D/s play and alcohol mixed well.

  They were back at his apartment before ten and stepping into the entrance hall, where his koi carp swum lazily around in their pool, Alex drew Bryony into his arms and kissed her hard on the lips. His voice was husky and full of desire.

  “You have no idea what you in that dress does to my cock. Would you like to make it even harder?”

  Bryony nodded, not trusting herself to speak in case it came out as a gasp.

  “Get down on the floor and crawl ahead of me.”

  She did as he asked, dropping down onto the thick, cream carpet and crawled forwards.

  My God, I could come right here and now. Alex thought that, but said nothing as he watched that lovely bottom, covered by the red dress that slithered over her rear each time she moved forward. He followed her slowly into the living area, before stopping her and kneeling down behind her. He slowly and carefully lifted her dress and moved his hand lightly over her smooth bottom, feeling the slight tremor that came from Bryony. His fingers delved between her legs. She was so wet down there. One finger slipped up inside her, and then two. She groaned softly and her hips rotated a little, as if trying to provoke him into plunging his cock inside her again. That would come later. He had other plans for her first before she would be allowed her sexual release. He spoke softly to her.

  “Bryony, I want to do something very intimate, but I won’t do it without your consent.”

  He felt her stiffen, and believed she had jumped to the wrong conclusion. Yes, he wanted to do that, but not just yet. “I want to shave you Bryony. Would you allow me to do that to you?”

  He felt her body relax again, now that her anxiety about possible anal sex had retreated. Her reply was so quiet that he asked her to repeat it.

  “Yes, I want you to shave me.”

  He stood and held his hand out to her, before leading her upstairs to his bedroom. He put a towel on the bed and told her to undress and lie down on the towel. Then he fetched a can of shaving foam and a new disposable razor. He smiled down at her, but Bryony could sense that he was moving away from boyfriend and into Dom mode. He had quite an intense look in his eyes.

  She lay perfectly still while Alex concentrated on the job in hand, expertly applying the foam and shaving slowly and steadily towards her sex.

  “Draw your legs up a bit and relax them. Then let them flop outwards.”

  She did her best to relax but every nerve in her body was tingling. It was so erotic what he was doing to her, and looking at the bulge in Alex’s trousers, he was enjoying it too.

  “Now for the last bit, it would be easier if you flipped over and rose up onto your knees.”

  Bryony suddenly felt incredibly shy, which was a bit silly considering that he had seen that part of her anatomy quite a lot last weekend. But, it was one thing exposing herself during the heat of lovemaking and another doing it very deliberately in this manner. Alex recognized her nervousness. He gently pushed her head down and kissed her bottom.

  “Such a beautiful body, Bryony. Every inch is beautiful.”

  Then he continued shaving until every last hair in her bottom crack had been removed. He put his hand there, where the skin was still slippery from the foam and gently massaged her anus, trying hard not to come in his trousers. Then, as if to take away the sexual tension, he jumped off the bed, gave her bottom a light slap and told her to go under the shower to remove the remainder of the foam.

  When Bryony came out from the bathroom, wrapped in a large white towel, Alex was undressed and wearing a black silk dressing gown. He took her in his arms and her towel fell to the floor. He gently massaged her breasts.

  “You’ve no idea how horny that shaving made me feel, but I don’t want to fuck you for a while yet. I want to take it slow and play a little more. By the time we get there, Bryony, I promise you it
will be worth the wait. I would like to take you to see my playroom, if that is okay with you. It’s not too soon, is it Bryony?”

  Bryony leaned against his strong, muscular chest – this handsome man who had already in one week taken her to places that she did not know existed. Part of her was eager to continue exploring – but part of her was a little cautious. “You won’t hurt me Alex, will you?”

  “There will be some pain, but I promise you it won’t be more than you can handle right now. If you feel you can’t cope with it, call out your safe word and I will stop, okay?”

  “Okay I will put myself in your hands. I trust you Alex.”

  He took her hand and led her along the landing to a locked door, which he unlocked with a key from his pocket. Also from his pocket he produced an eye mask, which he slipped over Bryony’s face.

  “Here, take my hand and let me lead you. Just walk straight and I will tell you when to stop.”

  He led her into the room and told her to stand still. She heard him open some drawers and he must also have pressed some buttons because soft music began to play.

  She started a little as a hand came on her shoulder.

  “Hush, hush, its fine,” came his reassuring voice as he led her another few feet forward.

  “Straight in front of you is a bed. I want you to crawl on to the bed and lay down on your back, okay?”

  She nodded and did as he asked, her heart thudding in her chest and a sexual ache building in her groin. He continued in his soft, silky, calm voice.

  “Now I’m going to fasten your hands to the top of the bed – just as I did last time, remember?”

  He quickly lifted her arms and fastened each wrist to a leather strap that was attached to the wall at the head of the bed. He bent and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “You’re doing great. Now I’m going to fasten your legs, but not to the bottom of the bed like last time. I want to fasten them to an overhead spreader bar. It won’t hurt.”

  In the absence of any protest, Alex took each leg and raised it, fastening each one by the ankle to a bar that was hanging from the ceiling. Once he was satisfied that each leg was secure, he pulled the spreader bar in each direction, slowly pulling the legs apart, before raising it and pulling it back towards Bryony’s head, with the effect that her legs were now pulled backwards and wide apart and she was completely exposed and available to him.

  Bryony had gone quiet and Alex decided that a little reassurance was needed. He reached over and kissed her on her lips and then on each of her breasts. “You are so beautiful, Bryony. You have no idea what you are doing to me right now. Seeing that lovely cunt in all its glory, now that it has been shaved.”

  He gently massaged her breasts and then down her stomach until he reached the newly smooth mons. He lowered his face and began kissing her between the legs. Bryony’s breathing became shorter and quicker. She was responding.

  “God I want to get in here so much! But first, I want to spank that delectable bottom of yours.”

  He raised his hand and gave her bottom a crisp slap, followed by another on the other cheek. She gave a gasp.

  “Does that feel good, Bryony? Does it remind you what we did last Sunday? Remember how good it was when you came after I spanked you?”

  “Yes, oh yes, it feels good. I feel so naughty and sexy.”

  “That’s because you are naughty and sexy and wonderful.”

  He slapped her again, a little harder this time. She gasped with pleasure.

  “I’m going to be a bit harder now Bryony. Hang on, and don’t forget to breathe. Go with the flow of the pain.”

  He raised his palm and slapped her harder – one, two, three… he didn’t stop until twenty hard slaps had made her bottom red all over. Then he paused and stroked and massaged her cheeks. He lowered his face and kissed her labia and pushed the tip of his tongue into her slit, searching for that little pleasure button of hers. She was very wet inside.

  Bryony gasped when Alex found what he was seeking. He licked and sucked her clit, swirling around it and she felt the excitement building within her and was devastated when he then withdrew his tongue. He could tell she was disappointed because of the sigh that came from her, but he didn’t want her to come yet.

  Alex was getting into the zone that he loved so much. He decided that he could take her to another level. He reached out for the riding crop that he had left on the edge of the bed.

  “Hold on, Bryony. We are going up a notch now. Don’t forget to breathe.”

  He raised his arm and gave her a crisp lick with the crop across the whole of her bottom. Bryony shrieked from the shock of the unexpected pain and almost stopped breathing for a moment. Alex paused for a moment, but there was no safe word uttered so he raised his arm again. He didn’t want to stop. He had an almost primeval need to bring his arm down over and over again on that captive bottom in front of him. He began to bring the crop down hard.

  Bryony was in shock until the third stroke had seared across her bottom. The pain was indescribable. She had never known pain like it. How could people get pleasure from doing this? She began to cry and shrieked each time the leather contacted her flesh. It was the fifth stroke before she got her brain in gear sufficiently to remember her safe word.

  “Isabel, Isabel! Please stop, oh, please stop.”

  The words pierced through the distant zone where Alex’s brain was now residing. He stopped immediately.

  “Oh God, Bryony, did I take you too far?” He quickly released the restraints and the blindfold and took hold of her. She was crying and clearly distressed. He was angry with himself for getting carried away. He should have taken it more slowly.

  Bryony sobbed into Alex’s chest, almost incoherent because of the crying.

  “I’m sorry, Alex. I can’t do it. I thought I could, but I can’t,” she gasped between sobs.

  “It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Hold me tight.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Bryony clung to him like a small child, and eventually the sobbing slowed and finally stopped. Alex thought it best if they went back to the bedroom, so he picked her up and carried her along the landing and placed her gently on his bed. He went to fetch her a glass of water and a damp facecloth. When he came back she seemed calmer and was putting on her red dress.

  “No baby, don’t go. We can talk about things in the morning. How about we get some sleep? Things will seem different in the morning.”

  Whilst he was saying this he was wondering to himself how he was going to solve the problem of his still rock hard cock. He would have to go into the spare room for a hand job to get some relief before he could think of sleeping. Then he chastised himself for being such a selfish bastard.

  Bryony seemed to have made her mind up. “I need to go home Alex. I’m sorry, but I need to be alone to think things through. When I’m with you, it all gets so intense, I don’t know which way is up. I’m not sure I can be the sort of woman you want me to be. I need to get some distance between us, I’m sorry. Can you call me a cab please?”

  Alex was reluctant to let her go whilst she was still so emotional, but Bryony was adamant that she must go.

  “Let me drive you then. I don’t want you to go home alone.”

  “No Alex, you’ve been drinking. Really, I will be fine. I will call you tomorrow.”

  Sure now that he couldn’t change her mind, Alex called for a cab and slipped on his jeans and a t-shirt to take her down to street level and see her into the cab. He gave the driver much more than the journey would cost.

  “Please stay and make sure the lady gets safely inside her home before you drive off. Thanks buddy.”

  He went back upstairs and headed for the bar, where he poured himself a large brandy, mentally chastising himself for his over eagerness to give himself the mother of a climax, without taking Bryony’s inexperience into account. The escapade in the restaurant restroom had fired him up so much that once more he had let his dick rule his head.

 
; He poured himself a second brandy. What if he had turned her off playing with him for good? Could he go back to a vanilla relationship after all this time? He didn’t have to think for long. The truthful answer was that he didn’t think that it would satisfy him now. He had always had strong sexual needs and he had found that these needs could only be met in one way.

  He thought about Bryony, whom he had known for such a short time. She was certainly a hot chick and very responsive sexually, as well as being smart and beautiful – but was that enough for him? At nearly forty, he honestly didn’t believe he had ever been in love, although there were a couple of women he was with for long periods to whom he’d been very attached. His parents kept nagging him to get married and settle down, but he couldn’t imagine marriage and kids. He worked very hard and he played very hard, and this did not fit in with married life.

  His thoughts drifted back to Bryony. There was no doubt that she intrigued him and that he was very attracted to her – but maybe that wasn’t enough. Maybe they should both cut their losses and get out before any harm was done. They had only known each other for a few weeks. They would both soon get over it. He decided to call Bryony in the morning to make sure that she was okay and tell her that his little foray into the vanilla world and her dipping her toes into his world was as far as it should go, and that they should part as friends.

  By now he was on to his third brandy and still he had his raging hard cock in his pants. He put down his drink and picked up the phone and used the speed dial. She answered after just three rings.

  “Melissa. My apartment. Now. You have thirty minutes or else your backside is getting burned, baby.”

  He cut off the phone before he even knew that it was Melissa to whom he was speaking. One of these days he would dial the wrong number after a drink too many and end up calling his mother’s number by mistake. He laughed and finished his brandy and went to tidy up the playroom before Melissa’s arrival.