One-shots

Unfinished business

Summer was coming to an end and I was so glad. We'd just got back from holiday in Africa and after having quite possibly the worst few months of my life I was ready to shift the focus onto work, university and myself. My friends were awol and I was all alone in this shitty town. I hadn't stopped thinking about him all summer. I wonder if he was still in Madrid or if he was back home now. Maybe he's in London. I remember him saying he wanted to work there. Why was I even thinking about him, he obviously wasn't bothered about me. I started reminiscing about the fun we had last summer and how much I missed it. To be honest it was the only thing getting me through the holiday back home, having to pretend everything was okay but really I was barely holding on to a thread on the inside. Hollow, cold and empty. I quickly got ready for work, grabbing my coffee and an apple on my way out. f**k. I hated this job so much. I hated how dumb it made me feel, but it got me away from home and kept me busy. I couldn't stop thinking about the dream I had about Sir. I mean him. Uhm why did I call him that? I wasn't his sub anymore. It was so strange, I was at a place that resembled zoey 101. Seriously what the f**k, but my 15 year old self would have been ecstatic. He was just standing there in my dream. Weird. My phone buzzed. Probably my mum checking in, I blocked everyone this summer. I almost dropped my phone.

"This is not me being a d**k or anything - just wondered, how are you?"

Okay definitely weirded out, the dream and now this? Nah I'm not replying. I didn't have time for guys right now and to be honest, I was fed up of them. Besides he's probably just bored. Two hours went by and I texted my mum for advice,

"An old friend just messaged me and I don't know what to do."

Of course I couldn't tell who this "friend" was.

She replied, "don't be a b***h, be nice for once and text back."

Reluctantly, I messaged him back,

"I'm fine thanks and yourself?"

Short and sweet. I started getting nervous. Oh god, why am I nervous. Why is this happening? My phone buzzed,

"Not bad thanks. What have you been up to this summer? SA again?"

Okay I have butterflies, this is concerning. I started typing and decided to wait a bit so I didn't seem too eager. I wanted him to work a little. We kept texting all day into the night catching up and you know what it was somewhat relaxing. It felt good talking to him. I didn't feel hollow. I felt like me again. I wanted to know more.

"Although I will make one intention clear, I intend to come round for a kiss?"

Huh. Look at this guy making demands like I'm going to just do whatever he wants. My mind was stubborn. But my p***y had other thoughts. I was soaking wet.

He asked me about my good and bad explorations. I told him about the one encounter I had but I missed out that part where I had wished it was him entire the time. Hearing about his encounter made me uncomfortable. My throat burned. I didn't like the thought of another woman touching him. I wanted him for myself. I found it difficult all year to talk to someone new. For some reason I felt tethered to him even though we had such a short time together. I struggled to talk to them without feeling like I'd betrayed him even though I wasn't his anymore. The more we spoke the needier I became. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. f**k. No matter how hard I tried to fight my mind, my body betrayed me and my primal instincts took over. I was aching desperately for him. I didn't understand how he had this effect on me. I needed to taste him even if it's just once. I felt ravenous. My p***y was throbbing. I needed to hear him say my name one more time.

Confusion and lust filled my mind. I am normally in control of myself but not when it came to him. I was unable to hold myself together. Politics. Talk about politics, that will distract you. Interesting. So we talk about b**m and African politics. That's a new one for me. I'm surprised he hasn't asked me anymore personal questions, he's very inquisitive. I didn't mind. I liked sharing my thoughts with him. Moreover, I enjoyed listening to his thoughts. So much more logical than mine. I was enthralled by his intelligence. It's sexy. I disliked basal level thinkers but I could tell there was more than meets the eye with him. He's a good person but I know he has a dark side and I understood it. I wanted to explore it, share my dark side with him. Besides, he's the only one with a key to mine. I sensed he worried about scaring me away but I wasn't scared. If anything, it made me more attracted to him. I needed to know his deepest and darkest desires so I could fulfil them. What actually scared me was how easily I could submit to him. I desperately wanted to touch my aching p***y but I refrained. I wanted his permission. So I just went to sleep instead.

I dreamt about him again. The day was dragging and he hadn't messaged me. Maybe I imagined it all? I was pretty good with getting lost in my imagination. I was on the till and half asleep. I couldn't wait to go home and stop answering everyone's questions about where I was the past month. I didn't wanna think never mind talk about it.

" Is that everything for...?" I stopped mid sentence.

I froze. He walked into the shop. I hadn't seen him in a year. I wasn't prepared for this. Wait did he do this on purpose? Oh god. I started to panic. What was he doing here. To buy something obviously. My heart was racing and my cheeks were flushed. I couldn't even hide or run. Last time I ran away. I'm such a dork. He approached me and handed the milk to me. I had tunnel vision. I became unaware of my surroundings and hyper focused on him.

"Hi, how are you?"

"£1 please" I muttered, quivering. I couldn't take my eyes off him. The tension was palpable. I had intense butterflies. He made me so nervous. My breath hitched and I tried to smile. God, I'm an i***t. I wanted to climb over the till, run my fingers through his hair and kiss him ferociously. I was wet. I instantly knew I belonged to him. It took one look and I succumbed. A fire ran deep through my body. He hadn't even touched me yet. My phone buzzed.

"You have a funny nervous smile."

"Sexy glasses"

Was I that transparent? Maybe he's just very observant. I liked that he could read me. I was a little embarrassed about my smile. I don't know how he made me lose control like this although I know what a tough nut I am to crack. I was impressed. More importantly, when was he going to kiss me again? I wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. My body ached desperately for him. I needed to hear him call me his good girl again. I couldn't concentrate on work anymore. My head was spinning. I needed to relieve myself so badly but I didn't dare without his permission. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water. Did that just happen? Why do I behave like such an i***t? I quickly pulled myself together and finished my shift.

A couple of days passed by and we barely spoke. I worried a little. Was he even interested? Or just bored. I didn't have time for it and I was concerned about my degree. I was supposed to graduate this year. I felt stuck and more than anything I wanted to run away from this shitty town. He was the only interesting thing here. I tried to think of a message he could reply to so I asked him about his gym session. He was into CrossFit. Not on my level, I could not hack that. I thought it was sexy though. Great. Now I'm thinking about his hand, firmly gripping my throat. I needed to concentrate so I didn't say anything stupid. We talked about game of thrones and I felt more at ease or distracted should I say.

"Very proud of my little sub"

I squirmed. Oh god. My body burned with desire. I was furious. He was teasing me and he knew it. I should have said thank you Sir but I was too busy trying not to touch myself.

"I potentially have a free house tomorrow if you're interested?"

Was I interested? f**k yes, but I had to play it cool and I had work tomorrow. We worked out an arrangement and he was going to pick me up at 11am. Shivers ran down my spine. Thursdays suddenly sounded fun.

I woke up early, quickly did my chores showered and got ready for Sir. I couldn't stop thinking about his finger deep inside my p***y. I was beyond horny and ready to devour his delicious c**k. I missed it. I missed him. I missed this. The butterflies were back. I still couldn't understand how he did this to me. What I did know was that I was going to beg him to f**k me someday. I tried to tease him with a shower pic, well my shower gel ha. Payback for not letting me have a kiss asap. Gosh I was getting brattier by the day.

I slathered on my body lotion and lightly spritzed my perfume remembering not too much, as he said before. I wasn't wearing a bra either which made me feel exposed.

"I'm here"

My heart stopped, it's happening and I didn't know if I was ready anymore. I slowly left the house and concentrated on walking like a normal person. f**k, he looked good. Better than I remembered. I eagerly got into the car. My breathing grew heavier as he drove us to his house. I'd never actually been to a guys house before. More importantly I wanted to catch a peek of that penguin. We arrived at his house and I nervously got out of the car. He looked at me.

"I can see your panties."

My cheeks instantly flushed. I felt exposed. How did he make such a simple comment have such a powerful effect on me? That was supposed to be a surprise. I went inside, took my shoes off and waited for instructions. He ushered me upstairs. I slowly walked up the stairs noticing pictures of him as a child. So cute. We stopped once we got into the room. My heart was beating hard and fast. I could almost feel my pulse jumping out of my chest. The butterflies in my stomach were beyond immeasurable. I felt excited as I lost myself in the anticipation of what was to come. I studied the planes of his face, his soft smile and warm eyes. I was overwhelmed with adoration. He is so handsome.

He leaned towards me, carefully grasping my face. Our lips collided. This was better than I had imagined. My senses went into overdrive. Almost as if my skin transformed into thousands of tiny little embers of pure erotic ecstasy. The air was thick with s****l tension. He smelt delicious. I hadn't let anyone touch me since the incident. He made me feel so safe.

I came back to Earth as he instructed me to get onto all fours on the sofa. I slowly pulled my pants down, revealing my baby pink panties. He firmly grabbed my ass with both hands as he swiftly breathed in my scent. My carnal desires became apparent as I moaned out loud desperately. My mind, body and soul was in complete and utter ecstasy and I wanted more. I felt my panties pool with my wetness. I was beyond horny. Kissing him was my favourite thing to do, especially when he sucked my tongue. Dirty, but oh so sweet. I loved the way he tasted. I was transported to another dimension, lost in the depths of serenity. Time had stopped. I was encapsulated by his touch, his taste and his smell. We were two magnets melting into one another. I couldn't get enough. I ached for him, mentally and physically - I wanted all of him.

I almost begged him to f**k me there and then. What's wrong with me? I needed to refocus. I regained my senses. I knew what was coming next. A spanking. He knew what I wanted without asking. How did he read me so easily? I was captivated by each hit. Vibrations of pain and pleasure echoed throughout my body each time his hand connected with my ass. My mind was overflowing with depravity. I enjoyed the sting far too much. I wanted him to bruise me. I wanted to feel pain. Those dark feelings scared me a little but I knew he could handle it.

My body trembled as Sir gently placed soft little kiss on my ass after each spank. Then I remembered how much I loved it when he was affectionate. There was something special about experiencing both ends of the spectrum - from firm and rough to soft, gentle and caring. I curled up on the sofa next to him and we talked. I liked that he paused to talk to me. It showed his caring side and made me trust him more. More than anything I was impressed he could keep up with my family history. I showed him where I came from and joked about British people being mistaken for being famous in India. I began to lose focus of the conversation as I watched his delicious mouth move. I wanted to taste him. He looked at me. Could he sense that?

Our lips collided and I hungrily kissed him. I was desperate for more. I could feel the heat from my p***y radiate in between our bodies as I wriggled against his knee. I groaned out loud as his hands made their way to my n*****s and lifting my jumper up. I felt feral as he began to tease me with his mouth. Each flick sent waves of pleasure directly to my p***y. I was starved of his touch for too long. His hand tightly gripped my throat as he slowly pulled my pretty pink panties to the side. My p***y was soaked. I was so wet for him.

"Why are you wriggling like that?" Sir teased.

"Please" I begged.

I couldn't stifle my moans as his finger slipped deep inside my aching p***y.

"The heat coming from your p***y is insane"

I had lost complete control of myself. How did he does this to me so easily? Nevertheless, I felt safe with him. Shivers ran through my body as he looked into my eyes. I felt exposed. Naked. As if he could see right through my soul and my darkest secrets. Who knew eye contact could be so powerful? I put my hands around his neck and pulled him into me. He growled as he buried his head into my neck and took in my scent. I loved his animalistic side, like he was hunting me. My body was sent into a frenzy as I desparately tried my best to grab onto the sofa to stop myself from begging him to f**k me. He removed his finger,

"Taste"

I eagerly sucked my wetness off his finger like the greedy girl I am. He had a taste and kissed me. I sunk to my knees slowly, in front of Sir. I looked up at him with eager eyes. I felt content. This was where I belonged, on my knees beside him. Nervously, I pulled his boxers down. My breath stopped. I grabbed his c**k with both my hands and observed how hard Sir was for me. I looked up at him as I slowly pressed my lips to the tip of his c**k. I slowly sucked his c**k. Sir grabbed a fistful of my hair guiding my head with his hand and swiftly pulling me up for kisses. I remembered the first time I sucked his c**k. I was so naive. His c**k was mouth-watering and once again I was insatiable. I knew I'd never be able to get enough of him. My panties were damper than ever and I exploded with heat. I found myself tangled between lust and excitement after each kiss and lick. I grew desparate for his c*m as I eagerly sucked his c**k. I wanted to show him what a good girl I can be. I ran my hands up his thighs as his c**k drove deeper into my warm mouth. He groaned. I knew he was close to cumming and I couldn't wait to swallow every last drop of it. He exploded all over my face and into my eye. I couldn't help but giggle, especially because he apologised. Why would he be sorry for marking me with his c*m? I loved it - his cumslut. I smiled reassuring him it was okay and in future to do it again as I sucked his warm c*m off my fingers. We cleaned up quickly and Sir drove me to work. I couldn't stop staring at him.

I found myself at the mercy of a man, who was every bit as perverse as I was. Every single inch of me belonged to him and I revelled in it.