First Date - Part One

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She was nervous. It was so hard to find someone these days. Throw in the kind of things she was into, made it a million times harder. She'd had her heart broken more times than she could count. Tried going down the route of no feelings, no strings. She couldn't do that though. What she wanted, what she needed, required rather a lot of trust, so she needed the connection.

She'd been talking to him for some time now and they'd arranged their first date. She was just about ready, but so nervous. What if he was like the others? Got what he wanted and fucked off. Or just wanted to hurt her, and not in the good way. What if he had some other sinister motive?

Like a lot of people, she had her baggage to carry; failed relationships and the scars they leave. The trust in others that lay in shards on the floor. She often felt like a bitter, twisted old woman. But she'd slowly warmed up to him. He was wary too. He'd been hurt in the past, had some crazy people in the backstory of his life. She guessed everyone these days is running from something.

They were meeting at a bar in the city; public, so safe meet. Though they both had discussed the possibility of what could happen afterwards if they felt the same things. She had dressed and prepared herself accordingly.

She could see him through one of the windows as she approached, trying to hide his height by leaning on the bar. For the record, that was impossible. He'd feel like a giant next to her, a good fif***-six*** inches taller than she was. She took a deep breath and opened the door to walk inside...

He stood up and turned to face her as she did. She hadn't realised but he'd been watching her approach. Had a few nerves about things too actually. Not about how he'd manage...her. But whether things would work out. He was sick of things starting off ok and then turning to shit.

He looked her up and down as she walked towards him, a half-smile playing on his face. He told her all the time how beautiful she was; she laughed it off every time. Her hair was neither blonde nor brown but somewhere in between and down to the base of her back with the slightest wave in it. She was so short he felt like he could pick her up under one arm and just carry her home. But that led to all kinds of thoughts that would be best left until later...

She got to the bar and up on to tip toes, whilst he bent at the waist to kiss her. It was a brief kiss, on her cheek, but it was enough for the both of them to inhale the other's scent. She heard him breathe in and it stirred something that she had to willingly shut down. For now.

She'd dressed in her customary black; a fitted black band t-shirt, a black skirt and boots that ended midway up her calves. He'd told her not to wear panties and she'd fought with it. Her sassy side wanted to put some on just to see what he'd do - if he found out. He had also stated a preference for either stockings or those thigh highs that didn't require the fiddly belts. She liked things pretty simple when it came to getting dressed so she'd gone for the thigh highs. He seemed to like the look.

They talked for a long time. He often looked at her quietly which made her look away. Eye contact was not her strong point. But his enormous hand on her thigh would bring her gaze back to him and the conversation would start again, just as easily.

Last orders were called and she was startled back to reality. She couldn't believe the night may be almost over. It had flown by with easygoing conversation, bolts of electricity flying between them and seemingly no one else in the entire place.

He asked her to tell him her word. They had agreed a word for go home together and a word for go home separately. Even seated, she had to look up at him. He looked so relaxed, confident. So she told him. She went with the former. A devilish twinkle in his eye and a smile on his lips, he leaned in towards her and whispered the same word in her ear.

"Come on then, my slut, you're mine for the evening," he said to her and she shivered, hoping she'd be able to take everything that was coming to her.

They left the bar and walked together through the cobbled street. She loved this city, even though it wasn't her birthplace. The buildings were old and fit right in on the cobbling, with aleyways leading through to further streets, which, during the day, would be bustling with shoppers.

He'd got his arm d***d around her shoulders as they walked and talked. She was following his lead as they were heading back to his room at the hotel he was staying in. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings at all. He evidently was.

He pushed her into a narrow alleyway that was barely big enough for his width and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her a little, held her there, against the wall and kissed her as if she were his source of oxygen. A feral noise left her throat and one of his hands left her waist. To stop herself from sliding down the wall, she stuck out her booted foot and hoped to gods that she would stay the fuck still.

She was not expecting the spank to her bare cunt but she should have been. It made her yelp from the surprise of it. That just made him laugh; a low, throaty sound, almost hoarse. He spanked her again, a little harder this time and she felt herself melt a little. She let out a moan; she couldn't help it. She held on to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Do you want some more?" He whispered to her. She moaned in reply. She received a slap to the face for that one, which made her take a sharp breath in. He took hold of her lower jaw between his thumb and fingers and turned her face to him. He could see the fuck-me look in her eyes already.

"Do. You. Want. Some. More? Slut." Enunciating every single word, his accent so much clearer when he did, she could have cum listening to that sentence. But she hadn't been given permission. "Yes, please," she replied, but it was getting hard to form words.

His answer was another two quick spanks to her cunt, which was now so wet. He could smell her scent. He drove a finger inside her and she let out something that was not quite moan but not quite yell. She couldn't help the noise she made. She thrust her hips against his hand, wanting more.

He finger fucked her for what felt like not-fuckin-long-enough-gods-dammit and kind of slid her to her feet. She mewled in dismay and he patted her head. Started walking away, ready to get back to the hotel. She stood there for a second, with her mouth half open. Quickly shaking herself back to her senses, she ran after him. He was laughing when she caught up with him.

Arriving at his room, she'd not even shut the door behind herself before he was on her. His hand was around her throat and squeezing, him just looking at her. His other hand took a fistful of her hair and dragged her across the bedroom, literally threw her on the bed. She landed in a heap. She'd never professed to be graceful.

Two steps from his legs-for-days and he was at the bed. He sat beside her, lifted her face to his, almost tenderly.

"Now tell me the other word," he said softly, asking her for the safeword. She recited it, like the good girl she knew she was. "Good. Use it if you need to. Remember what we talked about. Tell me if you understand."
"I understand," her voice had grown husky. She remembered everything they had talked about. Their limits, what they liked and didn't, what they wanted out of the evening. She remembered it all. What she wanted right now though, was him. Which of course, is why they did all their talking beforehand.

He smiled that little half smile and she didn't even see the blow coming. She just saw stars. That was harder than the first one. She fell back onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling. She could feel him untying her boots. So considerate, he was putting her to bed!

He took her skirt off her, which wasn't the easiest thing to do, when she wasn't cooperating. She wasn't resisting, she was just...a little out of it.

He kept a close eye on her while she recovered from that slap. She was much smaller than he was. Sometimes he forgot his own strength. He was surprised she was still conscious at all. He went to the other side of the bed and retrieved his rope from his bag, along with the ballgag, lube and nipple clamps. Though it wasn't a foregone conclusion that they'd play tonight, he wanted to be prepared, just in case. He smiled wickedly to himself as he watched her.

She looked around at him, blinking. "That one really fucking hurt," she grinned at him. "Well, what do you say, my little weirdo?"
"Thank you," she smiled at him shyly, having just realised that she'd lost her skirt.

"Hands." He said simply. She held out her hands to him and he lifted them above her head, removing her t-shirt and bra. He bound her wrists together with the rope he was holding and the bound them to the bed frame. She could wriggle but she wasn't going anywhere.

He picked up the nipple clamps and held them up to her. Tilted his head slightly, watching her reaction. She silently observed him. Him and his clover clamps. Had she told him they were her favourite? She couldn't remember. She didn't want him to know how much she wanted him. He probably knew anyway.

He pinched her nipples and twisted them, in turn, then slapped her tits. She couldn't help but moan at this. He attached the clamps to her nipples and slapped her tits again, amusing himself with the jiggle of her flesh and the clamps as he did so. She was writhing on the bed at this. Working his way down her body, slapping her here and there as she moved. Inside thigh. Outside thigh. Ass. Tit. Face. Tit. Thigh. Calf. Raking his fingernails down her back. They were short but he pressed hard.

He stood up and started to undress, never taking his eyes from her. At the absence of his blows, she opened her eyes and saw him standing, about to undo his belt. She licked her lips, wolf-like, ***ly opening her legs to him, her wet cunt glistening in the lamplight.

Smiling down on his prey, he slid his belt from his jeans and folded it. Raised his arm a little. And held it there, watcing her tits rise and fall quickly with her breathing. Her eyes looked dark, even though they were blue. At long last, he brought the belt down on her inner thigh and the noise reached her before the *** did.

[Erotes-72]

Oh my. A truly amazing start. I so adore your writing. Quite a sensational read. Thank you

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[Na****]

Omg so love this, definitely something I’d love to happen x

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