Darren Smith

I’ll be reblogging this post on all of my blogs, and queuing it to post several times over the next few weeks to make sure people see it. I hope to see you all there, on the other side!

Alessandra could feel her panties beginning to soak as he spoke her nickname. He said it beautifully. She sipped her wine as he continued on. “Limits? Just, please, Sir, don’t urinate, defecate or spit on me,” Alessandra practically begged, her nose scrunching up tight in a scowl.

“You asked me, Lessie, whether your attire suited my room here,” he said, bringing up her original question to him. “My answer to that is no. I don’t want to see you dressed up. I want you to be bared to me, completely, when I use you. But before that, I want you to get me ready to do just that. Can you do that?”

Alessandra could feel her panties beginning to soak as he spoke her nickname. He said it beautifully. She sipped her wine as he continued on. “Limits? Just, please, Sir, don’t urinate, defecate or spit on me,” Alessandra practically begged, her nose scrunching up tight in a scowl.

Alessandra’s teeth dug into her bottom lip as he removed his hand and stepped away from her. She was hoping he’d take her, but clearly he was a man of anticipation games. Two could play that. Alessandra watched him roll up his sleeves, her tongue swiping across her lips in admiration. She nodded once, then took her glass and sat on the bed as directed. Alessandra took a sip of the red wine, rolling the liquid a few times before swallowing, then looked up at him, the normal coldness from her eyes gone, as she was in a new state of mind. “Lessie,” she breathed, the nickname her late husband gave her. “I want you to use me, Sir,” Alessandra spoke, her abdomen tugging and tugging. “Use me to please yourself,” she elaborated.

Alessandra watched him place the glasses on the table, goosebumps rising on her skin as she anticipated his next move. His touch. It was so light, yet so firm, so demanding. His touch alone sent shivers down her spine, yet when his fingers reached her throat she felt all of the muscles in her body relaxed. This is what she loved, a pair of monstrous, yet gentle, hands engulfing her life within them, demanding her submission. Alessandra’s eyes fluttered, not because he was squeezing too tight, no, but because her mind was switching off, into submission, into her happy place. “Yes, Sir,” she sighed happily.

Alessandra’s fingers were running over the bedpost when she felt the energy in the room change. She looked up with a soft smirk. “Not exactly,” she shrugged, “but better than, actually.” Alessandra sauntered over to Darren, her eyes staring deeply into his own. “I knew you weren’t as clean cut as you seemed,” she whispered, her finger running down his perfectly set tie. She then took a couple steps back from him, peeling the spaghetti straps of her form fitting dress from her shoulders and pushing the dress down past her waist. “Does this ensemble match your dungeon here, Darren?” she asked stepping out of her dress and leaning against the bedpost, a lacey black strapless bra cupping her breasts, a matching garter around her waist holding up her stockings, and a matching thong too, the lingerie sparkling with glitter.

Stepping into the room, he placed the glasses down on a small table near the door, where he’d usually leave his phone during a session. When Alessandra stepped back from him and undressed herself, Darren couldn’t help but smirk. He moved over to her, until the distance between them was nil. His hand reached out, running up her side, over the lace of her bra, and up till fingers slipped around her throat. “In here, in this room, you call me ‘sir’, or you call me ‘master’,” he whispered to her, fingers squeezing lightly.

Darren led Alessandra into his apartment, flicking on the lights before taking off his coat, then taking hers. “Feel free to make yourself at home,” he told her, hanging up their outerwear. He’d been surprised when someone had called him up and offered to pay so much just to spend an evening with him talking about his work, but it had been a pleasure for him to find out that the woman on the other end was as beautiful as Alessandra had been. “Would you like another glass of wine?” he asked her, since they’d barely touched the bottle they had over dinner. Too much conversation. “I’ve a lovely bottle of red I’ve been letting breathe while I’ve been out with you.”

Alessandra flicked the light on and stepped in, quietly gasp as she looked around the room in awe at all of the toys and fun gadgets. She could feel her lower abdomen tug, shaking her head knowingly. “I knew it,” she muttered to herself with a smug grin.

The room was normally kept locked when he had guests over, but bringing Alessandra back here had not initially been part of his plans for the evening. Making his way down, he peered in to find her standing there. “Did you find what you were looking for?” he asked her.

Darren continued to push his cock into Dillon’s ass, and once he felt the boy’s tight ring snug around the base of his cock he held himself there, hips holding his hips to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. “I asked you a question, boy,” Darren said, his tone more authoritative. “You answer properly.”

Imogen was out, she was tearing up the dancefloor and breaking hearts-she was with a group of girls but she was by far the best dancer. The music moved her, hips clad in shorts that were too short swayed to the beat, she had a pair of red velvet boots that his her thighs. Her breasts jiggle in a crop top as she moves and flicks braids over her shoulder. She’d never take most of these pretty boys home, but they could dance on her.

He sighed and shook his head. “Do you really think that of me Nel? After all this time you think I’d drop you cause you’re pregnant? That it’d make me go find some other pussy? Is that the kind of man I am to you?” he asked her. “Look, just come inside and... we can sort this out, yeah?”