One of my reviews wanted more action from my story "Worth a Shot", so here it is... mindless fucking.
I know I should have had way more sex in "Worth a Shot" but that's just not what the story became.
Please review. I'm not really sure if people LIKE reading about sex.
The title of this piece comes from the same reviewer who said "It can't all be Peaches and Roses." This time, it can.
WARNING! This type of erotica is not for everyone. If you like my profile pic, you may enjoy this. No everyone is into it. But I am. I think it's a beautiful thing. Don't knock it till you tried it. (Sigh) had to do a LOT of research for this one.
Peaches and Roses
Arthur was in heaven. This beautiful woman would finally be his. His conquest. Ariadne looked frightened standing before him. Her large brown eyes wanting to lock with his. He couldn't allow that. Couldn't take the risk of losing himself in her. She wasn't here for him to make love to.
"Let's see what we have to work with." He said. His voice hard. His gaze penetrating. She nodded slightly and almost resisted him as his skilled hands lifted her dress over her head. She wore no bra underneath the form fitting gown. It had been a beautiful dress, now laying crumpled on the floor.
She cast a quick look at her body. Her arms going to her exposed breasts. A feeble attempt to cover herself. Arthur would not permit it. His own hands, so much larger, covering her. Gently but forcefully, he pulled her arms down to her side. Making her chest stand out more. As if she were a solider at attention.
"Very good." He whispered firmly in her ear. His hot breath on her suddenly making her very weak. She tried to compose herself. She wanted this. She wanted to explore this dangerous world with the Point Man.
She had discovered his "interests" by accident and found herself intrigued. Found herself excited. Arthur would have her no other way. She knew that and accepted it. Frighting though it may be.
Arthur was kissing her breasts. She felt her legs go weak under his contact. Felt intense moisture stirring between her legs. She was not allowed to react. She had to stand perfectly still as he sucked her nipples, teasing them. Gently biting. Pulling them till they stood out on end.
"Take you panties off." He ordered. She didn't move. She looked at him shocked. The Point Man was still fully dressed. Immaculate suit. Perfect in every detail. She was all but naked. It hardly seemed fair.
When she didn't comply, he looked up at her big brown eyes.
"Take... your panties... off." He ordered again. This time there was definite steel in his voice. She was shaking with a wonderful fear and excitement as her hands went to the lacy panties resting on her hips. She kept her gaze on him as she pushed them down. Embarrassed by how wet they had become. Arthur's hand dove between her legs then.
Ariadne gasped at the contact to her sensitive, hot places. She found herself jumping slightly and holding back a moan. She wasn't allowed that.
"Very nice." He admitted. "But I need my play things to be... neater." he said. He took her by the hand and lead her to the bathroom. With strong skillful hands, he lifted her small body up on the counter top and spread her legs. Ariadne found herself resisting slightly at Arthur's curious actions.
'What was he doing?' She thought.
The Point Man gave her a hard look then that made her stop her resistance and open her legs up according to his wishes. She swallowed hard as his hands roamed her sex. Smoothing down her hair there.
"I like my play things to be neat and clean." he informed her. "You will need to be shaved. Since your not used to this, I will have to do it for you. To make sure the job is done correctly."
She found herself breathing hard. He was going to shave her down there? She knew he was into more... carnal things sex wise, but she had not expected him to do this.
She watched in excited fascination as he prepared hot water and shaving cream. His touch was firm and knowledgeable as he prepared her for the shaving. He used his own special heated shaving cream on her. Applying it tenderly. It felt wonderful on her exposed self.
She kept trying to make him look at her. But his eyes averted hers as if he were afraid suddenly.
"Stop doing that." He ordered.
"What?" She asked. Her voice shaking. She felt so lost in lust already, he could have taken her right there in the bathroom.
"Stop trying to make me look at you." He said washing his hands free of the shaving lotion.
"I'm not-" She tried to explain before he cut her off.
"You know what your doing. If you don't stop, I'll have to discipline you." He told her. His voice heavy with want.
Discipline. She had seen the pictures he had. Had found them. She had been horrified at first, but the feelings past quickly. She was breathing hard at the idea of Arthur... disciplining her.
Arthur retrieved a series of shaving safety razors. Some normal sized, some very small. His hands went back between her spread legs.
"Lean back." He ordered. She complied with a simple.
"Okay." Arthur stopped.
"Now, what did I tell you?" his voice was harsh. Authoritative.
She paused. Her mind working backwards over the rules he had given her. He looked angry. She wanted to please him.
"Yes Sir." She managed to say softly.
"Are looking to be disciplined?" He asked as he began to shave her tender exposed sex.
"No Sir." She said. Trying to control herself. His hands were on her. That hot shaving cream. It did nothing to help her compose herself.
She wanted him. Wanted him right there in that bathroom. Wanted him to just impale her savagely. Her sex was swollen and wanting. It was torture. Beautiful torture.
She found herself squirming under his attentions. He, giving her nothing. Her hips moving slightly as she could feel her sex becoming more excited. Embarrassingly wet. Her hand suddenly reached for him. Wanting to make contact with him. Her fingers touching the fabric of his shirt. The skin of his neck. His head looked up at her.
"Stop that." He snapped. His face hard. Angry at her for losing herself so easily. She was breathing hard and still looking at him with those large beautiful eyes of hers.
He wanted to look at her. Wanted to just take her back to bed and make love. But his need to do this was more powerful. How could he remain in control with her looking at him like that? How could he complete this with out kissing those lips? He sighed. There was only one thing for it.
"I can see where not going to behave as well as we promised." He said disapointed. Ariadne looked back at him worriedly. He was mad at her. She was not able to control her self like she told him she would. She was already too sexually charged.
"Arthur... please." She gasped out. Her breathing coming fast.
"You will limit your responses to 'Yes Sir' or 'No Sir', or your safe word." He had finished shaving her and roughly flung the last razor in the sink. He met her eyes suddenly. His own gaze was stern.
"Now, do you want to use your safe word?" He asked. She bit her lip.
"No sir." She admitted.
"Very good. Now step down." He ordered taking her by the hand and leading her gently off the counter top. The cool air on her now denuded sex was shocking. She felt her free hand go to cover herself.
"What did I tell you about covering yourself?" He said harshly. She straitened her body back up. Her hand going back to her side. Her other hand, safely enclosed in his. He gave her an irritated look.
"We are going to need some discipline." He admitted sadly.
"Arthur- Sir, I'll be good. I promise." She tried to say. He shook his head. As he lead her back into the bedroom.
"Lay down on the bed. Face down. Hands at your side." He ordered, removing his jacket. Taking off his cuff links and rolling up his sleeves. She didn't move.
'What was he going to do?' She wondered. He turned to look at her when she was still standing.
"Now." He said curtly. She nodded and did as she was told. The king sized bed was large enough to swallow her up. Her freshly shaven desire rubbing against the coarse fabric of the bedding. Exciting it still further. It was almost enough for her to get off on. She thought wildly of how she should have shaved herself a long time ago.
"You need this." Arthur said. "I promise, once it's done... we can start on the more pleasurable aspects of our time together."
"Sir, what are you going to do?" She asked. Her voice frightened but willing. He sighed.
"I'm going to give you a spanking." He told her. She raised her head up suddenly. He shrugged. "You knew the rules and you disobeyed them. It's not you fault. You just need more discipline. This will help you." He told her gently. Kindly.
Her face betrayed her. A look of panic. He saw it. Respected it.
"Ariadne, do you want to use your safe word?" He asked. His voice returning to normal. Full of his gentle compassion.
His hand was running over her bare bottom.
She found herself loving the contact of his hand there. His skin on hers. She wiggled her bottom upward. Wanting to meet it.
"No sir." She said bravely. He nodded.
"Very good." he said calmly. "Now lets begin."