Never Let Me Go

Adam pulled up Lucinda’s driveway in his BMW with a cheerful smile on his face. After he had stopped the car and taken a deep breath to settle himself, he hopped out and started for the front door. When he rang the bell, he couldn’t help a pleased grin from spreading across his face. He didn’t have flowers for Lucinda this time. He had something far more personal to offer.

Adam was courting his Mistress. And not the kind you cheat on your wife with. The kind with whips and chains and those sexy little outfits designed to torment an aroused slave. Lucinda was a Mistress by profession and he was paying her for her services, but he had also fallen in love with her and convinced her to let him date her. Although, convince isn’t exactly the right word. He had simply refused to leave her when his love for her had scared her into a fit of self destruction. She had tried to give him to another Mistress and deny her feelings for him, but he had stayed by her side and listened to her tearful recountings of painful memories. He had stayed and she had let him inside her heart, if only a little bit.

Lucinda opened the door and gave Adam a tight-lipped grin that grew into a full-fledged smile when she saw how happy he looked.

“You are mine tonight,” he reminded her, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Yes, I remember.”

“Now,” he said, pushing pass her into the house and moving towards her room, “Let’s see if we can find you something to wear.”

“I’m already dressed,” Lucinda called after him but when it became clear that he would not return, she followed him to her room. When she got there, Adam had already found a sexy little black dress that he liked better than the blue shift she was wearing. Smiling and tossing it on the bed, he circled her and expertly stripped her of the offending outfit and re-dressed her.

“There we go,” he said, satisfied at her new attire, “Now we can go.” Lucinda shook her head at him but allowed him to lead her to his car and hand her into the passenger seat.

“Are you going to tell me where we are going for dinner?”

“I hadn’t planned on it.” Adam grinned and gave Lucinda a sideways glance, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway.

“Well, it must be a nice place if my blue dress wasn’t fancy enough,” Lucinda offered.

“Yes, it’s a nice place,” Adam said noncommittally.

“And I suppose that since we’re leaving so early that it must be out of the way.”

“Do like playing guessing games?” Adam chuckled.

“Are you going to be mysterious all night?” Lucinda retorted.

“You have to ask the right questions to get the desired answers, Mistress.” Adam gave Lucinda a smoldering look that she wasn’t expecting.

Almost breathless, Lucinda asked, “Where are we going, Adam?”

Adam dropped eye contact and replied, “Chateau des Rêves. It’s a little French restaurant I discovered outside of town on one of my longer bike rides.”

“Oh.”

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?”

“Ah, no, thank you, Adam.” They rode the rest of the way in an uneasy silence that was new to their normally relaxed outings as a couple.

Adam had sensitively devised a plan to start out slow: an unassuming rendezvous for coffee first, then a friendly breakfast before they had tackled a few casual lunches and finally the daunting dinner date. They had talked for hours and learned a lot about each other, developing the foundations for a relationship outside the bedroom. Lucinda knew Adam to be smart, quick witted, and kind and that was who she had expected to take her out tonight. The mix of his submissive side into the date was disconcerting.

Finally, pulling into the parking lot of Chateau des Rêves, Lucinda moved to undo her seat belt but before she could reach for the door, Adam turned to her and shook a finger at her.

“Stay,” he ordered, but the smile on his face took all of the sternness out of it.

Lucinda obligingly sat back in her seat and waited for him to circle the car and open her door. Adam took her hand to help her out of the car and then kept it to put in the crook of his arm. He escorted her into the darkened restaurant and then on to the table that the waiter directed them to. The attentive waiter pulled out her chair and pushed it in for her, as Adam waited to sit after her.

Lucinda began to notice these little courtesies and couldn’t help a flush of sexual heat from bringing a blush to her face which she quickly covered with her menu. She could command Adam to perform all sorts of subservient tasks as her slave and control her arousal but here she felt like a teenager on a first date. She had hide her feelings underneath so many layers of leather and lace that having a normal date with Adam made her feel naked and vulnerable.

“What are you thinking of having?” Adam broke into Lucinda’s thoughts.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied, scanning the menu for something reasonably priced.

“Don’t pick anything cheap,” Adam admonished, startling Lucinda into dropping her menu while he still appeared to be carefully considering his own.

“You know, you don’t have to pay for this. You are already paying for my services and I . . . “

“Do I have to go over there and beg?” Adam asked with an easy sincerity.

Confusion flashed across Lucinda’s face.

“Because I will, you know.”

“But . . .”

Adam rose from his seat, silencing any response Lucinda might have made.

“They’ll think I’m proposing,” he said to her in a low voice as he came around to her side of the table. “I’ll be pleading with you to let me buy you dinner and they’ll be rushing to break out the champagne for us.”

Adam started to bend his right knee and Lucinda shot up out of her chair, finding herself pressed against his chest. He put a hand on her shoulder and dipped his head, putting his lips where she could take them if she wanted.

“You belong to me,” he whispered to her and she bolted for the ladies restroom, flustered by the strange way he had slipped in a touch of dominance.

Lucinda was not unfamiliar with the submissive role. She had originally been a slave, the pet of her good friend Master Justin, but it had quickly become clear that she had a talent for making men yield to her, subtly mastering any male slave she had the opportunity to play with. But Adam was hers, not the other way around, so when Lucinda came back, she had a calculating grin on her face. Two could play at this game.

“Since this is your night,” she said, sitting across from him again, “You may order for me.”

“Thank you,” he replied in a gently mocking tone.

When the waiter drifted over, Adam ordered them a shrimp appetizer, a steak for himself, and the lamb for her. After a few moments of discussion about the wine selection, the waiter vanished discreetly into the kitchen.

As they picked at the appetizer, Lucinda asked, “Do you like being in charge, Adam?” She had used the tone that she used in the bedroom and Adam dropped the shrimp he had in his fingers at the question.

“Sometimes,” he replied, picking up the shrimp and popping into his month.

“I’ll be at your mercy then when we get home?” She asked nonchalantly as if they switched roles frequently.

“Something like that,” Adam grinned at her again.

“I told you not to be mysterious,” she warned. The kind of warning that meant punishment was coming.

Adam’s grin faded and in its place there appeared not fear but the first inklings of desire. Lucinda smiled proudly at her success until Adam said, “No, you didn’t.”

Then main course arrived and the conversation turned to more general topics until Lucinda drained the last sip of her wine. Before the waiter could swoop in and refill her glass, Adam had already picked up the bottle. He tipped it over her glass and Lucinda observed him as he watched the Cabernet that he had chosen fill her glass.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" She asked him with coy sweetness.

Adam laughed. "That wasn't my intention, no."

"Then I didn't ask for more wine, did I?'

Adam nearly spilled the rest of the contents of the bottle as he jerked it back, reacting to her timbre of her voice again. She had to admit that she had done a wonderful job with his training and toying with him was very gratifying.

"So," Adam began, interrupting her self-satisfied thoughts, "You intend to eat the rest of your meal with water?"

Lucinda narrowed her eyes. At home he would never question her, why didn't matter only that she wanted it so, but she couldn't help a small smile from tugging at her lips at his boldness. Then lifting her glass and taking a sip, she ignored his question and said, "You didn't tell me that you were a wine connoisseur. This goes perfectly with my lamb."

Adam looked slightly disappointed at her response, but replied good naturedly, "I've pick up a few things over the years."

"Ah, I bet a handsome man like you has wined and dinned his far share of lovely ladies."

"They were just practice." Adam answered frankly.

Lucinda laughed, a nervous laugh filled with the insecurity Adam wanted so much to defeat, and focused on her food.

When dinner was over, the battle for control reached its peak when Adam snatched up the bill that the waiter chauvinistically offered to him first and paid for the meal. Despite Lucinda’s irritation at her temporary defeat, she allowed Adam to escort her to the car for the drive home. Her territory was the bedroom anyway.

Once they arrived home and Adam helped Lucinda out of the car, he took up a satisfying position behind her as she unlocked the front door and lead the way into the house. In the entry way, however, Adam scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. Then laying her on the bed, he gave her a brief kiss before he went to rummage in the closet where she kept her toys. Lucinda waited as patiently as she could but when he came back holding something that she couldn’t quite make out in his hands, she tensed. She had tried to prepare herself for what this evening of Adam being in charge might entail, but it had been a long time since she had relinquished any control in the bedroom.

Adam crawled onto the bed and set the toy aside as he kissed her. He teased and aroused her with his tender lips and skillful hands as he removed both of their clothes. When she was finally naked, she felt him slipping something onto her legs and up around her waist, but she was too engrossed in his kisses to pay too much attention until he pulled away.

Adam looked at her with a shy smile that Lucinda knew well and then she glanced down between her legs to find something that she had not expected.

“That is what you want?” She asked him.

Adam merely nodded and lowered himself down to kiss the tip of the strap-on cock that he had buckled on to her. A jolt of arousal ran through Lucinda as Adam crawled around her and took up a position on all fours. She turned and knelt behind him, kissing first one butt cheek and then the other, before reaching for the lube she always kept in the drawer of her bedside table. If this was what Adam wanted, she would give it to him, thoroughly.

Lucinda deftly stroked Adam’s cock to attention and then began to tease his anus with the tip of her slick strap-on until he was rubbing frantically against it. Then she caught his hips mid-wiggle and plunged herself inside of him as far as she could go. Adam groaned and bucked under her trapped between her hand’s firm grip and her relentless thrusting. Lucinda smiled to herself and began to drive in and out of him with the masterful strokes that she had perfected over years of handling slaves. When the pleasure had subdued Adam and he could do no more than shudder and moan, she reached her hands under his chest and pulled at him. Adam obediently lifted himself up and allowed her to guide his back against her body so that they were both kneeling upright on the bed. From his chest, Lucinda let one hand wander down from his swollen cock to play with his balls while the other played with his ridged nipples. Then she buried her face in between his shoulder blades and quickened the pace of her thrusts.

Adam moaned huskily and abandoned all control. His body was purely a vessel for sensation, a plaything for his beloved Mistress. But even in this ecstasy, he tried to restrain his body from reaching climax. He had been trained to come only at her command and it was so ingrained in him that he didn’t even consider that she wasn’t testing him. Nor did it occur to him that because he had been so insistent that she belonged to him tonight, she might dispense with that formality.

Bit by bit, Lucinda increased the pleasure, her hands stroking and coaxing every part of Adam’s body to intense arousal, until his body could no longer contain itself. With a broken cry, he came violently, his whole body seizing and leaning back against hers before he collapsed weakly onto the bed.

Lucinda waited a few moments, watching Adam attempt to control his ragged breath, before she slowly withdrew from him. Then kneeling over him on all fours she put her lips to his ear she whispered with familiar smugness, “Who belongs to who now?”

After a pause, Adam replied with as much arrogance as he could muster in his current state, “You belong to me.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Lucinda chided him.

Adam smiled lazily and then stretched and rolled over on his back under her. He lifted up on his elbows and began placing soft kisses on her grinning face.

“You are my Mistress. Mine to please.”

Kiss.

“To serve.”

Kiss.

“To love.” Lucinda tensed a little at his words, but she needed to hear them. He loved her more than ever and he wanted her to know that she hadn’t scared him away by opening up to him.

Adam continued his delicate kisses and then laid back to allow his hands to gently caress her, easing the tension out of her body.

“You are my everything,” he murmured to her between kisses, “And I want to be yours everywhere.”

Then Adam began to make use of all of the methods he had learned to provoke her dominance. Pleading with his lips, beseeching her with gentle fingers, until finally he got the desired reaction. Lucinda latched on to his lips and took his mouth in a ravishing kiss that sent blood rushing to his cock again. Adam lifted himself, pressing his body against Lucinda’s from below, pushing the tip of his hardened cock against the soft folds of her womanhood, an invitation to take him.

Lucinda released his mouth and looked at him, searching his face for a lie that even she knew she would not find.

“You are mine as I am yours,” he told her plainly.

After considering him for a moment, Lucinda’s face suddenly broke into a arrogant smirk.

“Possessiveness will not be tolerated,” she told him in a low, playfully scolding voice, “Nor will jealousy.”

“You’re just going to have to punish me then,” Adam replied and then lifted up again to brush his lips against hers and remind her that his body was hers to take.

Finally, Lucinda’s control broke. Taking Adam’s cock firmly in her hand, she guided him into her and shuddered at the feel of him, so rigid and ready. Then grabbing his wrists and pinning him down, she rode him hard, setting a fierce pace that lasted only a few minutes before waves of pleasure began first to lap and then crash over her.

As Lucinda, lay breathless on Adam’s chest, feeling him still hard and patient under her, she realized what Adam had not really challenged her for dominance at all. It was merely that the relentless pull of Adam’s submissiveness was impossible for her to resist and he had known that from the moment he had knocked on her door. He had been trying to draw out his Mistress, to entice her into enjoying her slave in public, secretly commanding him in ways that would only have meaning to her. Adam had shown that he might be compliant but he was not a timid lover. He knew exactly what he wanted.

“This is how I love, Lucinda.” Adam’s voice broke suddenly through her thoughts. “With everything I have. I don’t know any other way and I need someone who can accept that. Someone who can take what I have to give and love me in return.”

Lucinda lifted her head and looked Adam in the eyes.

“I want that someone to be you,” Adam told her.