Endless Love

Lyla was four cups of wine in when she texted her mother that she would stay in the guest room at Clark’s place. She didn’t wait for the response when she went back to talking to Clark, and drifted closer to him. Her inhibitions lowered, and she knew it; she had been to clubs with the girls before, so she knew she could handle her alcohol, but she also knew she was secretly attracted to Clark.

By glass five she finally asked Clark about his photography style, “so what made you choose boudoir, I mean besides the pretty ladies,” she asked, not quite slurring her speech but stumbling over the sentence slightly. Clark had chuckled at her, also having lost some of his sensibility, he also found it hard to behave around his boss’ daughter. He found her attractive, much like she found him attractive.

“Well, currently, I dabble in this little dominant and submissive play,” he smirked at her, his heart leaping out of his chest, because he wasn’t sure how she would take to the topic. He watched as the gears slowly clicked in her mind.

“You’re into BDSM?!” she was shocked, the red on her face now spreading. She got flustered as she tried to put together her next question, “y-you don’t look like someone into BDSM, h-how did you even get into that,” she stammered, feeling a thrill in waiting for the answer.

“Well, the BDSM, you’re thinking about is a more hardcore version of what I actually dabble in,” he said very matter of fact, “I could show you?”

Her thoughts no longer her own, “that sounds like fun,” she heard the words coming out, but wasn’t sure that they had belonged to her. He extended his hand to her, and she took it, he then led her down to a hidden door that led to another cellar, connected to the basement full of wines.

“This is my ‘playroom’, I had it made in case I ever got time to indulge, and since you want to see what I do… It seems like a perfect time to use it,” he delighted, his eyes gleaming. He pointed over to a changing room, “you can change into any outfit you would like in there, but just don’t forget I’ll be the one seeing it,” he chuckled as Lyla went on her way, like a skittish fawn.

Lyla entered the changing room and was met with racks of lingerie, characters, leather, and much more that her imagination couldn’t come up with. She chose a simple leather piece that she felt covered all her important parts, but when she laced it up, she found it pushed her breasts out more to make them more noticeable. Seeing as this was the only piece she found that covered her the most, she stuck with it, then walked back into the playroom, “how is this one?”

Clark turned around, now wearing a robe over his shorts, no longer wearing a shirt, she could see the definition that had been hidden underneath it. Lyla’s face got red, hot again, and she looked to Clark with vulnerable eyes, the five glasses of wine no longer affected her. “I see you went for a more conservative look, which is understandable, with this being your first session and all, maybe next time I can get you to choose something a little more free,” he placed his hand under her chin.

Lyla couldn’t place it, but she had a weird feeling in her stomach, then she felt herself being lowered to her knees, “woah, what,” the words barely making it out of her mouth when she felt a shooting pain meet her bottom.

“We have begun, you will speak when spoken to, and you will refer to me as sir. Now stay exactly like that, and do not move,” he barked, and left the room.

Lyla no longer felt the stinging, but a rush of pleasure from the site that Clark had smacked. She missed the feeling, and the rush that had come with it. Everything in her wanted her to move, but instinctively she didn’t want to, and eventually Clark came back into the room and saw that she hadn’t.

He got close to her, and then ordered, “get lower, to your hands,” she did as she was told, and he placed what felt like a tray along her back, “now don’t drop this,” he said kindly. After he had finished with whatever was on top of the tray, he took it off her back and placed it to the side, “now, did you enjoy that?”

Not sure what her next move should be, she thought in terms of ‘Simon Say’ - ‘if he didn’t say I could move, then I shouldn’t, but if he said I could talk, then I can talk’ - so she stayed lowered, and quietly got out, “well, to be honest, I found that a little thrilling, now may I move again?” All was quiet, but only for a split second when a second smack connected with her, this time it felt more spread out, and to her thighs. The pain slowly subsided into pleasure.

“I only asked you to answer the question, not ask your own,” he sounded serious, though she still couldn’t see him. She then felt his warm breath on the back of her neck, then his teeth on her earlobe, “you may stand up, but I want your head down,” she did as he said.

“Yes sir,” she said as she got to her feet, head still pointed down,” not a moment sooner, did she feel something clasp around her neck, the thrilling feeling rising in her again. She could see the stud to what she assumed was a collar, and leash leading down to Clark’s hand. He tugged on it softly.

“Shall we move this to my room,” he asked gently, leading her with the leash. She instinctively followed him out of the playroom and up the stairs to the rest of the house. The one room she had not been in was Clark’s bedroom, and of course, like the rest of the house, it looked like a king should stay there.

Clark had released her from the collar, then ran his finger along her neck where the material had been. A small moan of excitement escaped her lips, and the only word to escape was, “please,” she wasn’t sure what she was asking for, but then he lifted her up onto his bed. Lyla began unlacing the lingerie and slid it off her body.

Clark looked at her puzzled, “are you sure that you’re okay with this,” not wanting Lyla to push herself too far into something she had never done. With a sly nod, he covered her torso in a barrage of kisses, more moans bubbling to the surface. The kisses had halted, and when Lyla looked up to see where Clark went, she saw him walking back to her with a sort of paddle in his hand. “I’m going to ask again, are you okay with this,” a serious tone in his voice snapped Lyla back to what he was actually asking, and after a quick nod and Clark rolling a condom on, their fun began.

Clark went back to kissing her torso while Lyla’s pleasure rose, and when he stopped, playful irritation flashed across her face, “Hey!” With that came a swift smack to her hip, not enough force to hurt, but just enough to catch her attention. The sweltering pain turned into pleasure, as a small moan slipped out of her mouth, and a smirk spread across Clark’s.

“See, maybe this is something you could get into,” he slyly replied.

“And maybe, I’m something YOU could get into,” she gasped out of breath. Clark slipped off what clothing he had left and began pleasuring Lyla; both of their moans filling the air. He tangled his hands into her hair and with every thrust, it slightly pulled. Lyla wrapped her legs around his torso, resting her legs on his hips, both of them coming closer to the edge.

Clark let out a small ‘dammit’ and filled the condom that he had donned earlier. He pulled it off and rested on the bed next to Lyla, “now, that… That was divine,” he panted. Clark got up and strolled across the room to the bathroom, and came back procuring a warm, wet towel for Lyla to clean herself off with. He then offered to join her in the shower that she started momentarily after.

After she had climbed out of the shower, she found a silk robe waiting for her on the bed instead of the lingerie she had just been wearing. After she put the robe on, she headed out to the living room where Clark had another glass of wine waiting for her. Beside it sat her phone with three messages from her mother waiting.

Mom: okay but please be safe

Mom: Lyla you didn’t check in

Mom: LYLA do I need to come over there.

She quickly called her mother, then explained to her that Clark was showing her his house, and that she had left her phone in his living room. After this appeased her mother, she got cozy with him on his sofa, and had her glass of wine perched where she could continue taking sips of it.

As the night wore on and many glasses of wine later, Clark had carried Lyla up to his bedroom. He had snuggled up to her, and it felt very gentle and strong, which had differed from the activity they had just accomplished; it showed no gentleness, but she wasn’t complaining, because she felt safe there with him. She was whisked off to sleep, ready to see what her dreams would bring after tonight’s events.