Smut University 2013

Homework #3

Write me a scene that involves a fetish that interests you.

A/N: This scene turned into much more than I expected. I hope everyone enjoys my first try at a D/s scene. Thanks to prettykittyartist for the awesome smut chat and collaboration, and to my fellow Smut U students for making this program so much fun!


"Bella, come on! We're going to be late!" Alice exclaims for the third time. "What's with you today? You never worry about how you look."

"I don't know, Alice," I sigh. "I'll be ready in a minute."

I take another look in the mirror, resigning myself to the fact that this is as good as it gets. I'm a plain Jane kind of girl, with a shy personality to match. I do know why I'm nervous, though I would never admit it to Alice. Today I will be meeting her brother for the first time, a brother I have lusted over in pictures for the last two years.

Alice and I became friends our junior year of college, and have lived together for the last year. It was the first time we hung out in her dorm room that I saw a picture of her older brother, Edward.

A picture that changed my life ... and every one of my sexual fantasies since then.

There was something in Edward's eyes that set my body on fire. Sure, he was all around handsome, with a strong jaw and beautiful, auburn hair like their mother. But it was his eyes that made me weak in the knees. In fact, they made me want to be on my knees for him, something I had never dreamed of doing before that. They seemed to burn through the picture and straight into my soul. He had a look that just dared you to defy him.

I had had my fair share of sexual partners over the years, but somehow they all left me wanting ... something. The problem was that I had no idea what that "something" was—until I saw Edward's picture.

When my fantasies started evolving from that picture of him, every one of them seemed to involve him dominating me in some way. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be into any kind of D/s relationship, but once I started researching it, I began to realize that it was exactly what I had been missing before.

Those websites turned me on more than I ever could have imagined. Thoughts of being tied down and used for someone else's pleasure left me a wet, panting mess. When I pictured myself kneeling before a Dominant, hearing his commanding voice telling me what to do, I became insane with desire.

Of course, this isn't something I can admit to my best friend, especially the part where I imagine it's her older brother dominating me. So, the fact that I am meeting Edward today so he can take us out for lunch to celebrate our college graduation is making me a nervous wreck.

Alice drives us to the restaurant while I fidget in my seat.

"Relax, Bella. I promise, Edward won't bite."

If only she knew how much I wish he would.

When we finally arrive, Alice begins waving frantically as soon as we reach the hostess stand. "He's already here, Bella. Come on," she says, dragging me by the hand behind her.

I keep my eyes trained on the floor when we reach the table. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Edward stand to greet his sister with a kiss on the cheek.

"And, you must be Isabella," he states in a smooth, velvety voice that immediately makes my insides quiver. It's even sexier than I imagined it to be. He leans over and places a kiss on my cheek, his hot lips on my skin stunning me silent. "I'm so glad to finally meet you." His voice is directly next to my ear, and this time the resulting shivers are visible.

I find my voice long enough for a brief response. "You, too," I mumble, still not able to meet his eyes.

"Let's sit," Edward offers, pulling out chairs for both Alice and me adjacent to the seat he's already claimed.

Alice monopolizes the conversation for most of the meal. I try to keep my head down, concentrating on not dropping any food on my clothes, but about halfway through lunch I can feel eyes on me. When I look up, I'm startled to see Edward's steely gaze locked on my face. His expression gives nothing away, but his blue-green eyes are so intense that I feel myself becoming aroused.

"Eat, Isabella," he says quietly but demandingly. I'm momentarily stunned by his command and tone of voice, but nod once and go back to my lunch, feeling my face flush with desire.

Edward does a good job of including me in conversation from that point on, asking questions about my family and what I plan to do now that I've graduated. I answer him politely but with minimal words, only responding to the specifics of the question since I'm so nervous to even be talking to him.

When all of our plates are nearly empty, Alice excuses herself to go to the restroom. Concerned about being left alone with Edward, I fold my hands in my lap and drop my eyes to the table.

"Straighten your shoulders," that same commanding voice orders.

Without thought, my back straightens and shoulders align, at the same time that my panties get wet. I suck in a quiet gasp when I feel Edward's warm fingers caressing the bare skin of my arm.

"You're a natural," he comments offhandedly, his fingers still lazily running up and down my arm. I'm slightly shocked that he's not only just admitted to being a Dominant—albeit in a roundabout way—but that he so easily speaks of it. Sitting back in his chair, he removes his hand and I feel the loss immensely. "Do you have someone?" He asks the question as if it's normal, everyday conversation and I'll obviously understand what he means.

I can feel that his eyes are trained to my every move. "No, Sir," I respond, letting him know that I did, in fact, know exactly what he was talking about.

"Are you looking?" he asks, but before I can reply, Alice waltzes back to the table.

"Thank you so much for lunch, Edward," she says, planting a kiss on his cheek before sitting back down. "Now that you have your house all settled we'll be able to get together more often. I'm so glad you finally decided to move home!" She claps her hands and bounces in her seat.

I watch as Edward's long fingers grip the pen to sign the credit card receipt for our lunch. "I'm looking forward to that, too, Alice. And, hopefully I'll see more of you as well, Isabella." He raises an eyebrow in my direction as we all stand to leave.

My insides quake at the double entendre, and I give him a small smile in response.

As Alice heads to the door of the restaurant, Edward's large hand grips my arm, holding me back. He leans in close, whispering in my ear, "Eight o'clock tonight, if you're interested." I feel him slip something into the back pocket of my jeans, so I nod and we begin walking toward the exit.

He escorts me to Alice's car with a hand on the small of my back, opening the passenger side door and guiding me inside. "I'll talk to you soon, Alice," he says, leaning down to see her through the car. "Isabella." He nods and closes the door.

It's not until about two hours later that Alice finally leaves me alone long enough to find out what Edward slipped into my pocket. I close the door to my room and pull out the slip of paper.

His business card sits in my hand, with all of the information for his new medical practice, including his cell phone number. Flipping it over, I find a handwritten address on the back. I pull out my laptop and enter the address, relieved to find that it appears to be in a residential area. I don't think I would have the guts to meet him if he wanted me to go to a club or something.

As it stands, I'll have to admit to him that I've never done anything like this before. Although, I do know what to expect from the extensive amount of research I've done.

Luck is on my side, as Alice tells me that she's going out to dinner with Jasper, a guy she's been seeing for about three months. She also tells me not to expect her home. Perfect.

She's gone by the time I get out of the shower, leaving me plenty of time to get dressed without her wondering where I'm going. I pull my long hair up into a ponytail and slip into a set of undergarments I've never had the occasion to wear before. I have no idea if things will even get that far tonight, but it's definitely better to be prepared.

In my closet, I find the navy blue wrap dress that Alice convinced me to buy last summer. I wore it once when we went out to dinner with her parents, and I think it will be perfect for tonight.

Anticipation builds low in my belly as the minutes tick by on the clock. I brush some powder across my cheeks and swipe a little mascara on my eyelashes, satisfied with my natural appearance. If Edward didn't mind it this afternoon, then hopefully he'll be fine with it tonight. I hope he doesn't expect me to get heavily made up for him, because that's just not me.

I guess that's just one of the things we'll need to talk about.

At exactly eight o'clock, I ring the doorbell of what I presume to be his house. I bite my lip, trying to quell the nerves, when the door opens wide in front of me.

Standing before me in only a pair of jeans slung low on his hips, Edward looks far better than any fantasy I've ever had of him. His bare chest is muscular but not bulky, with sparse light colored hair leading down into his jeans.

"Right on time," he says as his eyes sweep over my body. I can feel the heat of his gaze as if it were burning right through my skin. "Very nice."

I let out the breath I'd been holding since the moment the door opened. "Thank you, Sir."

"Please come in," he offers, stepping back from the door. "Have a seat." He gestures to a couch in the front room that we've just entered.

He continues to look me over as I sit on the couch, crossing my legs at the ankle and pointing my toes. I've read a lot about proper posture, but haven't had much chance to practice so I hope he finds this acceptable.

Edward sits down in the chair next to the couch, leaning back and relaxing, perfectly comfortable in his role. "I assume from your responses to me that you know why I invited you here."

"Yes, Sir."

"You can speak freely but respectfully," he tells me, leaning forward and closer to me. "I'd like you to tell me about your experience."

My cheeks flush in embarrassment. I hold one hand in the other on my lap to keep from fidgeting. "I don't have any experience, Sir," I admit. "But this is something I've known I want for almost two years. I just never had the courage to find a partner."

"Thank you for your honesty, Bella. Can you tell me what made you want to try this lifestyle?"

I can only imagine the shade of red that I am right now, but I know one of the cardinal rules in any D/s relationship is honesty so I need to tell him the truth. "You, Sir," I say quietly, looking down at my lap.

"I think you're going to have to give me a little more than that, considering we just met a few hours ago."

I bite my lip as I try to formulate my response. With a gulp, I gather my courage, look up and tell him exactly how this came about. "I saw a picture of you that made me feel something and imagine things I had never understood before. I did a lot of research, and that only intrigued me further."

He nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he contemplates my response. "We'll need to discuss limits and exactly what we're each looking for, but I can tell you right now that I'm interested in exploring this with you and willing to go at whatever pace you're comfortable with.

"For tonight, I'd like to have a test scene to ensure that we're compatible and have chemistry, because the rest is irrelevant without that. Although, I honestly don't think that will be a problem for me, considering I've been hard for you since the moment my sister dragged you into the restaurant."

I'm shocked by his statement, but thrilled to hear it, a small smile forming on my lips. And mostly, I appreciate that he's showing me the same honesty I gave him.

"Imagine my surprise to find that you had natural, submissive tendencies," he adds with a smirk. "I couldn't believe my luck. So, tell me," he says, leaning back in his chair with a confident smirk. "Are you interested in a test scene tonight?"

"Yes, Sir," I answer confidently, desire flooding my body at the prospect.

We have a quick discussion about medical testing and contraceptives, and he's thrilled when I pull a sheet with lab results from my purse that shows I'm clean, and even more thrilled when I tell him that I get the shot every three months. He provides me with his own test results before leading me downstairs to his playroom.

Standing outside the closed door, I feel as if my heart is going to beat right out of my chest with excitement and desire … and a little bit of nerves.

"Remove your dress, but leave everything else on. You can hang it over there," he says in a deep, demanding voice, pointing to a small closet opposite the playroom. He slips so easily into his Dom role. "I want you kneeling in front of this door in five minutes." With that, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

I quickly do as instructed, not wanting to disappoint him before the scene starts. I consider my shoes for a moment, but decide to leave them on since he only instructed me to remove the dress. Well before the five minutes are up, I'm on the floor, sitting on my heels with my knees spread, hands clasped behind my back with my head down.

I'm almost glad for the extra few minutes, as it gives me a chance to take some deep breaths and calm myself. My panties are already soaked in anticipation, but I work on calming the rest of my body and getting into the right mindset.

When the door opens, I fight with everything in me not to look up at Edward. The hand around my opposite wrist tightens, just to give me something else to focus on.

After a long moment of silence where I can feel him appraising me, he reaches down and cups my jaw in his hand, lifting my face up. I keep my gaze as low as possible.

"Very nice," he praises, and a fresh wave of arousal hits me knowing that he likes what he sees. "Come in and kneel on the pad."

I stand as quickly and gracefully as possible and walk into the playroom, where the lights are dimmed and soft music is playing. As much as I want to look around, I keep my eyes down, locating the mat in the center of the room and getting back into position.

"Okay, my pet." My stomach flutters as I hear the name. "We're going to use the stoplight system tonight. Are you familiar with that? You may speak."

"Yes, Sir."

"Please explain it, my pet." He strokes the side of my face and I take a deep breath, enjoying the contact.

"Green means I'm fine to continue or want more, Sir. Yellow means that I need to slow down as I'm nearing my limit, and red means that the scene will end immediately, Sir."

"Very good." He strokes his hand over my hair and I nearly purr at the pleasure. "There are no consequences for saying yellow or red, but there are consequences for not following my orders. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"If you need to safe word, do it. We will discuss the scene later regardless, but a yellow or red will bring us to an immediate conversation."

He takes a slow stroll around my body without touching me, and I already feel bereft at the loss of his fingers on me.

When his feet come back into view, he speaks again. "Are you ready to begin?"

"Yes, Sir," I answer confidently.

"Stand up," he orders.

I do as requested, placing my feet hip-width apart with my hands behind my back, shoulders back and head down.

"From here on out, you may make sounds, but no words." He places a blindfold over my eyes and secures it behind my head. My heart is racing in anticipation again, and I suck in a breath when his fingers glide lightly across my back from shoulder to shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Both hands smooth over the straps of my bra, lowering them gently. "This color looks stunning against your skin, but unfortunately, it needs to go now." He flicks open the clasp of my midnight blue bra with expert proficiency and pulls it down my arms, releasing my hands to remove it. "Perfect," he coos from somewhere in front of me, causing me to gasp.

His hands land on the front of my shoulders, and he drags them down slowly, touching each breast lightly with his fingers spread wide. And then, they're gone again.

"I can promise you great pleasure if you become my submissive." He's now somewhere off to my right, and it takes effort not to turn my head toward the seductive sound of his voice. "That is, if you follow my rules, of course." His deep chuckle and the meaning of his words cause a fresh wave of arousal to flood my panties.

I try not to picture myself spread out across his lap while he spanks me, but a whimper escapes me. "I know, baby," he coos with his hand on my cheek, startling me again. "But tonight is only about pleasure."

His hands skim down my sides and over my hips, dragging my panties down with them. He helps steady me as he lifts each leg one at a time, removing them from my body. I feel my entire body flush at the realization that I am now bare before him, standing in only a pair of black high heels.

"Your body is beautiful, a work of art," he assures me. "I love how responsive it is to my touch already." Two of his fingers drag down my spine, and he no doubt watches the goosebumps that erupt from his touch. "Are you aroused already, my pet?" he whispers huskily in my ear.

Knowing I am not allowed to speak makes it that much more difficult to stay quiet. I will my body to calm down.

He chuckles darkly. "I suppose I'll just have to find out for myself." Before I can even comprehend his words, his long fingers slip between my folds and rub gently. I let out a moan as electricity from his touch shoots through my body. I feel like I could come just from that minimal contact. "Oh, baby. You're soaked for me."

Just as quickly, his fingers are gone, leaving me whimpering in disappointment. He hums, and I hear him suck the juices from his fingers. "Delicious. You should try some." One finger swipes through my wetness again before I feel it tap against my lips. "Open," he commands.

My lips part and I suck his finger into my mouth. The taste is not really all that appealing to me, but the action is erotic nonetheless. I wrap my tongue around his digit and suck with some force. I'm rewarded with a moan from Edward.

"It seems you're already eager to please me," he says, pulling his finger from my mouth. "How about we see what else that hot mouth of yours can do. On your knees."

I drop down to kneel on the mat, more than eager for the opportunity to please him with my mouth. "You can use your hands to steady yourself, but that's it," he instructs. "Open." I don't know if he's removed his jeans or just opened them, but I feel the tip of his cock against my lips, so I open my mouth and he slips it inside.

It's warm and thick as my tongue wraps around it, caressing the tip and tasting his salty, manly flavor. He pushes further in, throwing me off balance so my hands automatically reach for his legs. I feel his warm skin under my fingers, and I dig them in slightly to steady my body. I suck and tease him with my lips and tongue, scraping gently with my lower teeth each time he withdraws.

He begins thrusting deeper, and I do my best to relax my throat and breathe through my nose so I'm able to take as much in as possible without gagging. His length feels impressive, and I'm slightly disappointed that I haven't been allowed to see him.

"That's it, baby," he compliments, his hands landing on either side of my head to hold me still. "Your mouth feels so good. You like it when I fuck your face?"

Even if I was allowed to answer him, I wouldn't be able to so I settle for humming around him. He moans and slips further down my throat. Instinctively, I swallow around him, causing him to groan in pleasure. It feels like only seconds go by before he's telling me that he's going to come.

"Swallow everything that I give you. You don't want to make a mess," he warns.

I moan again, and then I feel his warm seed shooting straight down my throat. I swallow as best as I can, causing him to twitch against the back of my throat. By this point, I wouldn't be surprised if the mat below me is soaked in my arousal. I can feel it seeping out of me.

Edward stills with my nose buried in his pubic hair, allowing his cock to soften in my mouth. I take the opportunity to lick and suck him clean before he slips it out of my mouth.

His hands fall from my head and he steps back, severing the connection of my hands on his legs. I whimper at the loss, but am quickly rewarded when I feel his body even closer to me than before. Without warning, his hands are on the sides of my face and his lips meet mine for the first time.

His tongue is hot and demanding in my mouth, and this kiss is more than I ever dreamed it would be. I suck in a gasp of air and then moan into his mouth. He kisses me deeply for minutes or hours—who knows—before pulling back and leaving me pouting for more.

"You were fantastic," he praises, and my heart skips a beat knowing that I was able to please him. His fingers brush the apples of my cheeks, which I can only imagine are flushed with desire. "I think you deserve to be rewarded."

My breath hitches as I wonder how he'll see fit to reward me. Before I can even formulate a guess, he scoops my body up in his arms and carries me somewhere behind where I had been kneeling. He lays me down on what must be a bed, and then he's gone again. Only a moment passes before I feel the bed dip below me.

"Relax," he says, running his hands up my legs. "I'd like you to try to stay still, but this is your reward and I want you to enjoy it. You may come freely."

I take a deep breath while his hands reach my inner thighs, rubbing and squeezing, pulling my legs wide apart. I'm embarrassed by the amount of arousal that's pouring from me, knowing he's directly in view of it, but his soothing hands make me quickly forget.

Without preamble, his mouth is between my legs, lapping at the fluids gathered there. He hums in appreciation. "I knew it would taste even better directly from the source." His tongue goes directly to my pussy, circling the entrance before slipping inside.

I can't help the way my hips lift from the bed, and I cry out in reaction. He stills me with his hands, moving his tongue to my clit. I keep still this time but moan when his hot tongue makes contact. He alternates between rubbing me with large circles and sucking me into his mouth, and the coil of pleasure builds quickly in my belly.

One hand leaves my hip, and I hear a soft buzzing sound begin. His tongue starts moving up and down over my overly sensitive nerves as he pushes two fingers and a small vibrator inside of me. This time, there's no controlling the movements of my body or the sounds coming from my mouth. He picks up speed with his tongue as his fingers force the vibe against my g-spot.

White spots explode behind my eyelids as pleasure shoots from my core and into every cell of my body. I'm fairly sure I scream out in ecstasy, but my senses are on temporary overload.

When I come down from my high and open my eyes, I realize that the blindfold has been removed and my body is tucked into Edward's side. He strokes my hair as my breathing slowly returns to normal.

"Scene's over, baby," he says quietly. "Are you okay?"

I hum. "More than okay."

"What did you think? Was it what you were expecting?"

"I think that exceeded every expectation I ever had," I tell him honestly, finally able to look in his eyes. They still hold his usual intensity, but at the same time, they look relaxed and happy. "So, how did I do?"

His crooked grin says it all. "I knew you'd be a natural." His fingers run up and down my spine, and I shiver. "Do you want to give this a try?"

"Yes," I breathe, thrilled that he's still interested.

With a gentle kiss to my lips, he says, "I think you and I will be pretty wonderful together."