Chapter 2 - In which Jonas is not a gentleman, because a gentleman always asks.
WARNINGS - Sex...a little dubcon
Our second date wasn't much different to our first, except that he took me to a noisy pub, full of drunk, yelling college kids and cheap beer. I wasn't exactly impressed, but I managed to smile along when he laughed at their stupidity. He pulled me up onto the alcohol-stained empty space that was apparently a dance floor and tried to make me dance with him to some blaring rock song. It's funny really, I used to love decent rock before Jonas.
Except it wasn't dancing really. I kept trying to move away, create some distance between us but he always pulled me straight back. He held me close. Way too close for a second date. And he kept grinding against me, rubbing his thigh between my legs. He was trying to turn me on. And it worked. The alcohol, the 'dancing', the friction. I was getting very turned on.
And then it was over. He called for the bill and called a cab. I was all prepared to call one for myself and go home and have an hour or two with my battery operated best friend. But it didn't quite go that way. As soon as he had called for a cab, Jonas put his arm around me and walked me outside. I thought to wait with him, but no.
He kissed me then. Out in the car park freezing cold wind blowing on us and me without having had the time to put my jacket on. He was forceful from the beginning. Demanding.
Controlling.
When the taxi arrived he didn't give me a chance to say good night, he just steered me into it. I was so nervous that instead of saying an outright "No" I just stuttered excuses about work the next day. I knew already what he wanted out of that night. He told me it would be ok, that I would just have to call in sick. He said no one would question me.
When the taxi pulled up outside an old apartment building I shivered. It was the kind of building you saw on horror movies with serial killers in the walls. But he pulled me inside and we walked up ten flights of stairs to his door. When I saw inside I cringed. Days old take out on the coffee table, bottles of alcohol and soft drink littering the floor around it and dirty clothes strewn all over the floor.
But it wasn't just appearances. It was the smell.
The smell of all of the above mixed with the unmistakable odour of sex. Days old odour too, it was painfully obvious that he'd never opened a window to air this place out. I tried to make excuses to leave again, but it was obvious from the way he looked at me, the way he chuckled at my excuses, that he had no intention of letting me leave.
Jonas moved to his refrigerator and pulled out a half empty bottle of vodka, grabbing some glasses he turned back and directed me to a clean portion of his couch. He poured us both very generous servings and waited for me to drink before taking a sip of his own.
After another round or two he came in closer, completely enclosing me in his arms before kissing me again. His hands drifted around, stroking up and down my sides before he untucked my blouse and slipped his hands under. This time he ran his nails down my ribs and waist, scratching just slightly. I gasped and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He pushed me down, against the arm of the couch and pulled my blouse up and over my head.
He had very talented hands, they were big and rough with calluses that just barely grazed my skin as he drew them up my sides again and up to my breasts which he palmed aggressively.
I reached out to him and unbuttoned his shirt before rubbing my hands up and down his hairy, toned chest. As I went to wrap my arms around his waist to pull him toward me, Jonas stood and pulled me up toward him and then to his bedroom.
I never got the chance, the first night, to have a look around his room. But I knew it smelled even stronger than the lounge. He unhooked and stripped me of my bra as soon as we were in the room before pushing me onto the bed. He finished taking his own shirt of before he joined me.
He seemed to be everywhere at once, his mouth and tongue on my neck, dragging down my clavicle to valley between my breasts as his hands kneaded them roughly. Then his mouth replaced his hands, licking around the aureola with the very tip of his tongue, before sucking my nipple into his mouth and nibbling on it while he pinched and twisted its partner.
His hands dropped to my pants and he very quickly relieved me of them before sending my panties on the same trip. His finger, the very tip of it, then drew up my labia before flicking at my clit. By this point I was a moaning, groaning, panting mess. When he did that, I nearly screamed. His finger found its way inside me and began pumping slowly as I writhed on the bed, thrusting up in an attempt to hurry him up.
My hands then went to the fastening of his pants but as soon as I had them undone he took my hands and held them behind my back until I got the hint.
Don't touch.
He removed his erection from his briefs and knelt up on the bed beside my head. Dropping one hand back down to my dripping centre, he used his other to guide my head to his aching, red cock.
I wrapped my mouth around him obediently, trying to please my new lover, and started sucking and licking leisurely. Despite the state of his apartment, he was clean and he tasted amazing. When I started tasting precum he slipped another finger into my core and I whimpered. He backed away from my mouth and shuffled down the bed, pumping his two fingers in me.
"Jonas, dear God, please. Please!"
He obliged me quickly, entering my pussy in one smooth thrust. I screamed again. He started a quick pace, in and out harder than any lover I'd had before. He shifted and moved my legs over his elbows, gaining an angle I had never known existed and bringing me to the edge at near light speed. Then he moved one of his hands down to my clit once more, flicked it once then pressed down just above it with his thumb.
I came so hard I nearly blacked out. I'm kind of surprised his neighbours didn't complain I screamed so loudly. I vaguely noted him pulling out and then noticed a whole lot more as he climbed up and straddled my neck, hold his dripping cock in one hand he lifted my head with the other and jerked himself twice before cumming into my gasping mouth and over my cheeks.
As he climbed off and I lay back, still trying to catch my breath, he placed his hand on top of my head and said "Good girl," with a dirty grin.
It was then that I noticed that I hadn't moved my hands from behind my back since he moved them there.
And that his praise made me tingle again.
(End Flashback)
Daniel blinked and fidgeted on the couch next to me.
"Well, I get that. We long for praise, I know I'd do nearly anything to keep Vala calling me her 'good boy', even though I had some issues with being called a boy at first."
"I don't think its praise anymore Daniel, just at the time I did. Now I think it's one of the most condescending things you can say to anybody. As if I need somebody's praise to feel accepted or good about myself."
He smiled softly before answering. "I think there isn't a person on Earth that doesn't need another person's praise to feel good about themselves at some point or another. But submissives like myself, and I'm beginning to understand you used to be one too, we thrive on it. To make our Dominant praise us fills us with absolute joy. I love Vala and if I can please her enough to make her praise me, then I will. Sorry, it may seem condescending to you but I think it raises me up. Every time I do something correctly, every time I earn my praise, Vala sees how much I love being her submissive.
And now boy, I understand it's just a word, another word that shows her dominance over me and shows her affection and love for me."
I shook my head sadly. "Little brother, you have no idea what she's done to your head. Would you please listen? I really am just trying to help."
