The Resident

She'd heard his voice for months, his rolling, musical accent writing sonnets on her soul. No one had ever spoken to her the way he did. Her heart raced, his voice playing in her head as she got dressed. His eyes, intense, unwavering and kind. His speech, direct and poetic and completely intoxicating.

She pulled a little black dress with leather straps across the chest over her head. The top was sheer and her red bra showed through. As she pulled on pantyhose and a pair of black heels with a red sole, she caught her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Whatever else happened tonight, at least she'd feel good doing it.

She quickly punched in the address she was given into the Uber app and ordered a car as she looked at her perfumes, deciding how she wanted him to remember her. What did he smell like, she wondered.

Again her heart started to race. She didn't know how she was going to get through this night, but the car was ordered. There was no turning back. She chose a cashmere vanilla body spray, and dabbed two dots of a roll on perfume made by a friend that smelled of cocoa butter and sandalwood right behind her ear. The smells combined beautifully. Picked a matching pair of dangly earrings before grabbing her coat and purse and heading for the door.  As her hand touched the knob, she stopped, took a deep breath and said out loud "Here we go" before opening the door and leaving the safety of home behind her.

He'd just given her an address. She didn't know where she was going. So when the driver pulled up to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse, she turned to the driver to confirm they were at the right place.

"Thats the address you gave me ma'am. I believe its that sign over the door right there" he said pointing across the street. She looked closely and saw "JJs speakeasy" in waning neon sign above a door with a single light above it. Uneasy, she asked the diver to wait until she waved to leave and paid him before getting out of the car.

Her heart was going a mile a minute. What was she doing? She straightened her clothes and walked across the street trying the door. It was locked. She knocked twice and held her breath. As the wind whipped around her, she looked back at the waiting cab. She could leave now, she thought, as she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She pulled it out and opened a message that said "Friday" before a square in the door opened and a set of eyes was looking back at her. "Password" a gruff voiced demanded. She looked back at her phone, swallowed and said "Friday" to the door that quickly opened to grant her entry. She turned to wave at the Uber driver who was already driving off and stepped into the dark corridor.

The door shut heavily behind her, leaving her in a dimly lit hallway with a bear of a man in a nice suit. "Follow me" he says and starts to lead her down the hall. Faint music seeps through the walls, getting louder as they approach the door at the end of the hall. He opens the door for her, indicating she continue. As she rounds the door frame, she pauses just inside to take in the scene before her.

Smoke hung in the air, an almost unheard of environment anymore. There was a faint red hue to the dim lighting. Small tables were arranged around the room. Intimate 2 person seating. At the front of the room was a stage where a woman in a long silk gown sang seductively into a microphone, a soft light spotlighting her as a piano and saxophone softly accompanied her.

She glanced furtively around the room when she felt his presence. Goosebumps erupted on her skin when she realized he was standing right behind her. She stopped breathing and waited for him to break the tension. Feeling his heat at  her back and his hot breath in her ear, she closes her eyes.

"You came. I'm impressed."

She smiled a little before turning to look into the eyes she'd been dreaming about for so long. She was determined to play it cool, but truth was she couldn't keep it together. The moment their eyes met her knees felt weak. She reached out and grabbed his arm to steady herself and he quickly put his other hand on her waist to catch her. They stood there for a moment, just looking at eachother. Feeling the heat of the others skin on theirs.

Who made the first move? Who could say? It was like they were two and then one. The bar fell away as their lips devoured eachother. He had pulled her so close it almost hurt, and she wanted more. Eventually he took control and pushed her back so they could catch their breath and gather themselves. They were practically standing in the doorway. She started to laugh gently until it became a full hearty expression of joy and he couldn't help but join. They stood there still touching, laughing with eachother until she leaned in a little and said "Hi" before planting another quick kiss on his upturned lips, silencing him immediately.

They weaved their way to the booth in the corner he had come from, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her. He hadn't taken his hands off her since she turned around. They were both silent as they found their seats, very aware of eachothers proximity. When she slid into the booth, the bartender brought 2 martinis to the table and set them down carefully before nodding at him and returning to the bar. She crossed her legs, put her hand around her glass and smiled at him before taking a sip. Her eyes closed as the liquid hit her tongue and she felt her shoulders drop. It was perfect. When she set her glass down and turned to him, every thought left her mind.

There he was, he knew her drink and every dream she'd ever shared with him. She knew his every feature but those soft lips on hers she couldn't wait much longer to feel again. It was like he could read her mind. His arm across the back of the booth, he leans in and plants a more gentle kiss on her quivering lips. The tips of their tongues seeking eachother out with gentle curiosity. Her body relaxed into his gentle but confident embrace as they made up for all the kisses they'd been wishing for at bedtime for months. She gave in to the comfort of him now,  while the fire burned beneath the surface. When their lips parted, she looked up into his dark, heavy lidded eyes and said softly "I love you" before leaning in for more of the touch she'd so desperately craved for what felt like an eternity.

In between words and kisses they finished their drinks, ordered a bottle of wine to go and she followed him to his car, abandoning her only means of escape. But the moment she closed her front door, she knew there was no escape. His hooks had been deep for a while. She would follow him anywhere.

As they pulled away, he placed his hand on her thigh, turned up the music and smiled to himself as she looked out the window. The world sped by, changing from dusky downtown streetlights, to a more spread out rural area. Then he took a right and the man made light was gone. Stars shone brightly through the car window as she set her head against it enjoying the cool.

"Where are we?" She asked. "Exactly where we should be " he replied, grabbing her hand and kissing her palm while still keeping eyes on the road. Eventually, the car slowed and he pulled it in front of a darkened ranch with a small barn out back. He parked the car, walked around and opened her door offering his hand as she got out and closed the car door behind her. With the hand he used to assist her, he pulled her close and asked "Do you trust me?"

"This" he motioned to the house and the field "Is a conversation for another day. Any there will be many....other..days" he accentuated his words with firm touch then grabbed her and spun her to look at the barn. His arm wrapped around the front of her and they both looked ahead at the weathered, unlit building before them. "That, my doll, is our destination this evening."

Her breath caught in her throat. Ofcourse she trusted him...but this was too much. What would her mother say? Why was she thinking of her mother at a time like this? She pushed the thought of anyone else from her mind and felt her insides jump at the prospect of an adventure. An adventure with this man.

Her body started moving without her instruction. He didn't lead her but he never broke contact. The barn had big, heavy doors at the front and a little side door with a lock beside it. She stopped and turned to him when she saw the lock; he jingled a set of keys and smiled. As he unlocked the door, he turned the handle and pushed it open again indicating she take the lead. She takes a deep breath and steps into a dark, hollow space before he steps in and closes the door behind him.

The air hung around them; feeling heavy, like a prophecy. He leaned into her ear, placing his hand gently but surely on her hip, and said "my doll, all those late night promises I made are about to come true. " He flipped a switch on the wall and as her eyes adjusted his words hit home. How many nights had she tried to imagine how that passion verging on violence would translate. She never imagined this.

Nothing about the inside of the barn hinted that animals had ever lived here. There were 4 stalls, built to hold animals but instead held all manner of contraption she'd never seen. Chairs with straps. One had a St. Andrew's cross she'd only ever seen in movies. Each stall had a variety of implements hanging on the walls. She identified paddles and floggers, cane's and all manner of beautiful feathers. Hanging at the door of each stall was a selection of fabric. He stepped from behind her and walked over to the first stall, his nimble fingers finding the fabrics at the doorway. "Everything here has been thoughtfully chosen." He pulled a black and red silk piece from the hook and started walking towards her as he spoke. "I have plans for you. I've never met someone whose passions met my own. This space" he said as he motioned around him "Is ours. To do whatever we wish. Forever."

He walked towards her as he spoke, pulling the fabric gently between his fingers. Her eyes were locked on his, her heart in her chest, her palms had started to sweat. He brought the soft fabric to her neck and drug it gently across her skin before not so gently tightening it around her neck. Using it to pull her to him, he hovered before her face "Submit to me, my love. Not just for a moment, not just to escape into fantasy. Here and now. With me. For me. From this day forward." She looked up into his eyes, intense and determined and so sure. Every moment had been leading up to this, she saw that now. In barely a whisper she said "I do". 

The silk loosened at her neck as he leaned in to kiss her. This was different than the previous kisses. Her racing heart all but stopped. There was no tongue or fervor, just intention. She felt the weight of what she'd accepted in that kiss and a sureness settled into her as his warm lips met hers. She was his. She always had been.

His hands dropped,  draging the silk down her shoulders and he quickly brought it to her eyes and secured it. She smiled excitedly as she felt him circle her slowly. "I love the outfit you chose tonight. You look so sexy for me." His breath at her ear, low and hungry.  He slowly inspected every inch of her. Her insides tumbled at the scrutiny but she stood there as she felt him move around her. Then he stopped behind her and gently, excruciatingly slowly, started to unzip her dress. She inhaled quickly and held her breath as his hands pushed her dress off her shoulders. It fell to her feet. The cool air hit her hot skin, making her heart beat so intensly she grasped her chest.

"No. You were doing so well. Be still, my flower. And listen to my voice." He lowered her hands to her side as he spoke. "In this space, you will always be naked. Unless I request that you wear something special for me. At the door is a hook for your clothes." His hands trailed her body as he spoke. She started to shiver. As his fingers nimbly unhooked her bra and let it fall to her feet as well, he continued to speak. "Out there, you are the independent, successful woman I fell in love with. But in here..." His arm wraps around her body, his lips hot and moist at her ear. "In here, you are property that I've claimed."

His arms felt secure, but his words felt dangerous. She was beyond excited, and absolutely terrified. Standing naked in the middle of a barn being told she is now property, parts of her revolted inside of her exposed body. She wasn't just cold, or scared.  Logic was screaming at her to run.

Then her mind exploded into static as his lips found her neck, teeth gently pulling at her skin. He moved his way down her shoulder before his breath was back at her ear once more. "I have waited too long to claim what is mine." He removed her blind fold and turned her to look at him. Her eyes were wide as he moved in front of her and grasped her hands. "We will do this right. Every cell in my body wants to devour every cell in yours right now. But part of what we're doing here is about trust. I see you shivering, my pet. Don't be afraid. We have much to discuss." He pulled her as he started to walk towards a dark corner at the back of the barn. She stepped over her clothes and followed. He led her to a big, beautiful bed she hadn't seen yet.

The back corner of the barn was a stark contrast to the rest. Where the stalls held what appeared to be items of torture, the bed offered a sense of comfort. Warm and inviting, pillows of every size and shape carefully placed at the headboard. The headboard...was not just a headboard, she noted. Just like everything else, there were other intentions here. Hard points adorned the big, wooden headboard. As her brain registered that, it started to take in the rest. The weird pillows weren't just for decoration. There was purpose. Her eyes followed the path of the frame...up. It appeared to be a canopy bed but upon closer inspection there were hard points here too. Extra bars extended over the mattress and she followed their path with her eyes to the footboard. It had one large hole and two smaller holes on either side. The footboard was split and a lock adorned it.

He watched her take it all in, her shallow, rapid breathing the only sound in the stillness. "Come" he said as he guided her to the bedside. There was a pillow on the floor as well, but he sat her on the bed and sat down next to her. "That pillow" he nodded to the floor "is where you will wait for me." As she searched his face for answers he smiled at her reassuringly. "We're going to discuss everything right now, my flower. There will be rules, and expectations within these walls. But you will choose how you submit." For the next hour they sat and talked. Hand in hand like the lovers she had dreamed they were. He had pulled out a couple printed pages and was going through different scenarios, line by line and making marks as she responded to them. Some of them were insane. She said as much and he often nodded like he anticipated the response she gave. Finally he set the pages on the night stand and the pen on top. "Look it over carefully before you sign. I want you to be completely sure of what you are agreeing to with me."

She held eye contact for a moment before standing and walking to the night stand. She lifted the pen and without pause signed, pointedly dropping the pen on the table and turning to him.

"I agree to it all." She said and with that, lowered herself to her knees at his feet and bowed her head, her shoulders dropping and her heart settling into her chest. The shivering had stopped. She waited patiently, feeling his scrutiny again. "It's been a big day for both of us" his fingers firmly pulling her chin to bring her eyes to his.  "Now get up here. You've been such a brave, good girl for me." As she rose to meet him, he wrapped his arms around her and skillfully threw her on the bed, positioning himself above her. She gasped and giggled at how quickly he had taken her off her feet. Her giggles quickly became a sigh as he pulled her close by the arch of her back and started kissing and licking her abdomen. Her body moved with him as his kisses moved down her body. Every time his lips parted her skin her body lept to accommodate the distance.

His kisses became more insistent as she felt nails slowly rake the small of her back. A low growl escaped him as she gasped, her body trying to escape the pain as he pulled her closer. "I told you I would consume you...did you doubt me?" He breathed his words heavy into her skin as she undulated beneath him. She started to feel unsure, each touch from him more intense than the last. But somehow each painful sensation was quickly met with pleasure to follow. Between the scratches,  tender kisses. Bites to flesh, not soft, not kind...ravenous. She felt every breath, every sigh, every whisper as he explored her every inch. There wasn't a thought in her head, passion and sensation like fireworks in her brain. He took her breast in his mouth, her nipple between his teeth as he flicked his tongue back and forth. Her hands found his hair as she moaned into the night. He'd pressed his tongue into her nipple, hard, before sliding his hand down her abomen beneath the band of her underwear. His fingers sent lightning bolts thru her body as he stroked her slick folds.

She was so wet, she could hear his manipulations over her moans. What was this man doing to her? Her legs started to shake as his fingers circled her clit. He had pulled back from her breast and was watching her face. Pressure  climbing and climbing, almost to the peak. She's gasping and groaning and leaning into him when he pulls his fingers abruptly from her panties. Her head shoots up as she looks at him with disbelief.  "Why?" She asks as he brings his finger to his lips and seductively pops it in his mouth. "You thought I'd take it easy on you?" He asks with a smirk. "OH no, my sweet. You will be begging me for release by the time I'm done with you. And when you finally get it, it will be like nothing you've ever experienced."

He got up from the bed and walked over to the side table, pulling open the little drawer. He pulled out a set of handcuffs. Not cute, furry, play handcuffs. Real handcuffs with a key. Followed by a fairly large anal plug. Her eyes widened, her body unable to relax after his manipulations even though her stomach lurched at the sight of the items he brought over to the bed. He held up the plug and asked "have you ever worn one of these before?" She was no spring chicken. Ofcourse she had, but the size was something new.  She nodded slowly as he rolled it between his fingers; the end, which was a red jewel, reflecting in the dim lighting.  "Open your mouth" he said as she looked up at him from the edge of the bed. He waited patiently for her to decide. A simple instruction that would set the pace for the rest of the evening. He didn’t waver, didn't back down. He stood there holding the plug before her face. Without dropping her eyes from his, her jaw slackened and her lips opened.

"Very good" he said before slipping the bulb of the plug between her parted lips. It was smooth and ungainly in her mouth. The shape and weight was sensual on her tongue as he slowly turned it, her mouth coating it with spit. When he removed it, a trail of spit stretched from the plug to her lips. She let it hang between them, never breaking eye contact. He smirked at her, excitement in his eyes betraying his cool demeanor. "Pesent yourself"

She was slow to follow his command, unsure and nervous as she pulled herself onto her limbs. He walked around the bed as she positioned herself, nodding with approval as her eyes followed him. With her back straight, knees apart, she waited anxiously for his validation, her wetness cooling as she exposed herself to the air. "Head down" he says and she immediately drops her shoulders and rests her head on the mattress gently. As her forehead touches the sheet, she feels his hand on her hip pulling her ass further in the air. "Perfect " he purred, her chest momentarily swelling with pride. Then she felt cool moisture on her anus, followed by a smooth weight spreading it around her hole. And then a little pressure. She held her breath, bracing for the inevitable, but it didn't come. The pressure released. She felt his hand on her butt cheek, secure and comforting. "You're being such a good girl for me". She wanted to laugh but something about hearing him say that, after so much time and all the excitement of the evening, held her tongue and she just sighed at the contentment she felt in that moment. His one hand caressed her butt cheek as she felt the pressure again at her back door. This time it was more insistent and she tried to relax as she felt her asshole start to stretch.

Slowly he worked the plug into her tiny hole, in and out, each penetration pressing it a little deeper inside her. She groaned as he skillfully prepared her to take all of it. And then, it pressed past her quivering muscle and popped into place, her asshole closing around it securing it. She gasped as it seated itself inside her. The weight put pressure on something inside her that sent waves of mild euphoria thru her limbs. His hands never stopped caressing her, low spoken words of encouragement flowing like a second language from his lips. She moaned and gyrated gently as she adjusted to the feeling of the plug. He pulled at her cheeks with his palms, as he leaned in to breathe in the smell of her. She felt her body reach for him, his breath hot on her throbbing cunt, but he held himself inches from her skin making her mind explode with need.

"Do you like that, Doll? Good, because this next part you may not like as much. But the reward will be immaculate." He pulled himself from between her legs, ass in the air, plug seated and reached for the handcuffs. "Look at me" he said and she turned to meet his intense stare. Pointing at the head of the bed he said "Lay down for me". It was feeling easier to take his commands. He hadn't been unreasonable or aggressive. He was testing her and so far she had risen to the challenge. She considered what might be coming next as she positioned herself at the head of the bed. He secured each wrist to the slatted, padded headboard with efficiency. Curiosity making her tug a little to test how much leeway she had. Not much, she noted and watched as he moved about her body. One knee on either side of her, quickly snapping the cuffs in place. He trailed his hands down her arms, down her side, down her legs...her back arched as the cuffs pulled tight on her wrists. Then with both hands he pulled her feet together and connected them with the last set of cuffs.  She couldn't imagine what came next as he kissed the balls of her feet and stepped away, leaving her bare, confined, completely helpless. She took a deep breath and glaced around the room as dark, sensual music filled the air. Slow, driving bass with a bluesy, seductive guitar overlay. She smiled to herself and gently closed her eyes to wait for what comes next. She must have drifted to sleep. How long she'd been laying there, she didn't know. But when she opened her eyes, it was with a start. She looked down at her feet, shock and sudden awareness of her inability to move, to find him standing, fully naked and erect at the foot of the bed. He had something in his hand that he was slowly, excruciatingly,  rolling up the bottoms of her feet. It felt sharp. Almost painful. Almost ticklish. She tried in vain to pull her feet back, only then realizing that he had attached the handcuffs on her feet to the footboard by an expertly tied rope. She moaned as he rolled the sharp, tickling item over the top of her feet, between her toes, over the balls into the arch and a little more pressure on the heel. Something inside her twinged with pleasure between the discomfort. She was confused and overwhelmed with new sensation. When she almost couldn't stand it anymore,  her body writhing in confused impairment, he moved the object up her foot to her ankle. Ever so slowly up the curvaceous side of her calf. Goosebumps erupted on her skin as the item he welded came into focus. It was a long thin tool with a spiked, rotating circle in the middle. The sharp tips alternately pricking her skin as he rolled it. She wracked her brain, trying to remember what it was called but no thought could compete with the sensation as he rolled the tool slowly, deliberately up her body. When he reached her thigh he moved to the inside rolling over the tender skin of the inner upper thigh. Her breath caught as he got close to her naked, throbbing mound. She held her breath, waiting, expecting pain. But it didn't come. He moved from her thigh, directly to her belly. The fear of pain was replaced by a disappointment she didn't understand. As her mind tried to move her body to avoid the spikes of the toy, she felt the lower half of her body reach for his. The result was firmer pressure of the spikes making her gasp, her hips grinding into the mattress unsure what could be done to relieve this ache. Inside and out. It was overwhelming. "My flower" he finally spoke into the red tinted darkness "look at me". He didn't stop rolling the tool over her skin, slowly working his way across and up her body.  Over her ribs, down along her side and back over her lower abdomen. She locked eyes with him. He nodded, smiled faintly, rolling the tool up the middle of her soft belly, over her deep belly button, slowly, slowly up between the mound of her breasts before detouring straight for her hardened nipples. Her body jumped in anticipation and he quietly hushed her as he rolled the spikes along the areola, avoiding the nipple. Sweat beaded on her brow as her eyes shot back and forth between his eyes and her body. His eyes never wavered. His hands knew exactly what they were doing. Her breath became rapid, the pain and pleasure taking her completely out of her head. When it was feeling like it would reach critical mass,  it stopped. She was staring into his eyes, trying to slow her breathing as he set the tool on the bedside table. Without a word he climbed on to the bed, kissing her forehead,  then nose, then lips. Oh his lips. She moaned into his mouth as they kissed, leaning into the comfort of those soft, tender kisses. But it was snatched from her before she could register as he moved his way down. He kissed her chin, her chest, each nipple, her belly button. At her belly button his tongue started to make circles before trailing down, down to the smooth, shaved skin of her mons. With her ankles connected, her princess parts were pressed together. His loving licks soon became hungry bites to her fleshy bits. Teeth tugging at her mound as his thumbs pulled the top of her labia apart. His tongue flitting in and out, wet and hot. Her mind exploded, body starting to shake as he stimulated only her clit. It felt amazing, and somehow she wanted more. Needed more. The climbing sensation was back. His tongue pounded her nub, slick and fast. Her back arched as her wrists tugged at the restraints. Her ankles pulled taught. She was overstimulated and out of her mind, climbing, climbing...deep groans and forceful breathy gasps emenated from her open mouth. Her eyes were clamped shut, unable to do anything but feel all of it. Then, when it felt like she could take no more, extacy so intense she felt on the verge of tears, he plunged his fingers between her slick thighs. His nimble fingers burried themselves deep inside her. Just 2 but it was enough to make everything explode. Her mind went white behind her eyes as her body convulsed and fluid sprayed the hand burying itself in her body. How long it lasted, she couldn't say. It felt like she was watching herself experience all of it. Like she was no longer in her body. Had she passed out? Her eyes flung open then and she looked down between her legs to see him smiling up at her licking his fingers. "There she is" he said coyly. "Breathe, beautiful. Just breathe" He stood,  erection prominent before him, and looked down at the mess they had made together. Pride swelled in his chest as he turned to grab a soft towel and start wiping her down. He planted kisses on her skin with every wipe of the towel. When he got to her feet, he quickly untied her and removed the cuffs, massaging her ankles before kissing each toe. As she lay there breathing, allowing him to clean her up, he parted her legs and climbed up on the bed between them. Leaning forward, he reached over her body to unlock the cuffs at the headboard. He set them all aside, rubbing her wrists and arms and shoulders. She was exhausted, and so relaxed. She had never experienced anything like that before. And he was still hard. She was trying to wrap her mind around that when he lowered himself to her lips and kissed her long and tender. Then he lowered himself beside her and pulled her to him, her back against his chest as he whispered in her ear. "Rest my flower. My rose. This is only the beginning. I love you." And at that, her body melted into his, her mind felt heavy and pulled her under. They slept. In the same bed. Finally

❤️‍🔥

J.