Chaos Incarnate

This story was written with Chaos_unhindered. The womans perspextice is provided by her.

It could have been any waterfront bar in the state. Tropical decor, Adirondack chairs, boats pulled up to the dock, and a trop-rock band playing cover songs just a bit off key. Not exactly my kind of place but this is where my friends wanted to blow off the stress of the week and shake some ass. So, here we were, sundresses blowing in the waterway breeze and drinks in hand.

I scanned the patio looking for something more interesting than a pretentious prick who thought that showing me his boat would get me to suck his cock while he steered through the still waters. I wasn't sure where I was going with this night. Maybe I'd dance with the girls, work up a sweat, drink too much rum, and put myself in an Uber to be home by 11pm and in my mickey mouse pajamas by 11:05. Or, maybe I'd have some fun being a complete menace to some poor, unsuspecting soul who would be teased within an inch of being edged in public and left watching me walk away with my panties in his front pocket and no idea of my first name. It really could go either way.

The decision was made quickly as my eyes scanned the last few feet of the long bar. He was standing with a group of guys, probably his own friends looking to blow off some steam and watch some ass shaking. Something about him set him apart but I couldn't put my hands on what it was. The only thing I could call it was presence. A confident way of existing that didn't ask to be seen but you couldn't help but notice. He gave off an air of composure that made every bratty thought in my head stand up and shout, “I wanna play with that one. Can I? Please? Pretty please?” The mickey mouse pajamas would just have to wait.

The boys wanted to come to this waterfront bar but I was hesitant. However the promise of ass shaking and sundresses was a bit too much to pass up. So far the scene has been a bit… lacking. Thankfully the beer was cold and the sky seemed to be perfect. I was contemplating just packing it up and bailing until I saw her.

She was standing with a group of women but she… she blew them all away. Her perfectly fitting sundress fluttered in the wind. Her hair perfectly lifted away from her face, allowing everyone to take in her beauty.

But along with that beauty she had an aura of menace. Something hidden in her eyes seemed to explode when she locked eyes with me. I felt this woman was here for me to meet… I wanted to know if she was going to eat me alive or break for me. I had to know.

I left my friends at the bar and walked over to her. “Something in your eyes called out to me. Hoping I can buy you a drink and figure out what they’re trying to say.”

“Bold of you to assume these eyes were for you given all the people in my line of sight. But, I appreciate a man with curiosity.” Game on.

The fun part of this game for me was always the hook. Could I get them to lower their walls just enough to have an impact with the hint of a smile, a mischievous twinkle in my eye, or a suggestion of something bordering on one side of sinful or the other.

We walked to the bar together and he asked what I was drinking. “Well, that depends. What version of me would you like to meet tonight?” I paused and took in the lift of his brow. He's either easy or giving in easily on purpose. My instinct told me it was the latter. “If you want to dance with me and see me wiggle under this dress, I'll take a rum and coke. If you want me to talk and share my soul, I'll take an old fashioned. If you want me to lose all control and leave a trail of clothes between your doorway and your bedroom, I'll take anything with tequila.”

I stopped right there and locked on his eyes. I let the mischief roll out of my gaze with abandon. Let's see how far he will let me try his patience.

I laughed as I heard him say to the bartender, “two shots of tequila, please.”

“Bartender, two old fashioneds as well…”

This woman… I was definitely right about the menace in this one. Or maybe mischief would be a better description. Either way… this was going to be an interesting night.

The shots came out first. We toasted and slammed them home. I watched as her face twisted against the burn, grabbing the lime wedge to try and alleviate the sting. I was jealous of that sliver of fruit… her teeth biting into its flesh and her lips locking on so she could suck the juice from the crushed pulp. I could see her mannerisms while drinking … clearly she was experienced… the question that lingered was is the experience in just the drinking or also the strewn clothing…

The old fashioneds arrived shortly after. The smooth elixir satisfying the palates as well as the curiosity. I wanted to know the woman.

“Ok, then. I guess first up is to share your soul… you want to start, or should I?”

She nodded at me.. I took it as me sharing.

“I was raised by a great man, whose core tenets were loyalty and hierarchy. Loyalty to the blood family and to your own chosen one. Hierarchy being who is seen as the most important in life. He never puts himself first, nor do I. We live with the belief that we are here to serve others, especially those we feel connected to.”

I took a sip of my old fashion. Savoring the sweet notes of the syrup as well as the boldness of the liquor. I watched as this woman’s eyes locked into mine. It was as if she was daring me to take it further or perhaps take it a bit too far…

“Service in the interest of others. Both noble and revealing. The old fashioned is working.” I giggled at my own thoughts of what being serviced by this handsome man with the big hands and thick fingers would feel like. Yep, there's the tequila. I knew there was a reason I didn't drink it often. It took me from calm, reasonable, responsible woman to feral fuck bunny in 3 seconds.

I took a slow sip of my drink and looked over my lashes at him. Fuck it, why not.

“My turn I guess. I came here tonight wondering if I was going to behave or….not. It's been a stressful few days and I either need a good night's sleep or the kind of railing that makes a girl feel weak kneed, weightless, and well - serviced.”

The next line had a little extra sugar and a lot of extra spice sprinkled on it.

“I'm hoping you can help me with one of those.”

God damn… this woman was saying everything single thing right. I couldn’t help but think what she would be like under me… taking praise… receiving punishment…

“So, when you aren’t being an introspective and soul bearing beauty, what exactly does tequila bring out in you? Do I need to be worried… or just prepared?”

As I spoke my mind drifted. I couldn’t help but picture this sexy wildfire eyed vixen on her knees in front of me. Answering every question with sass and requiring just enough ‘encouragement’ to correct her.

I felt my cock twitch as it began to harden. I wanted to see how her naked flesh would react to my touch. To see her obey the orders. To see that mischievous nature be turned into a burning desire to serve.

Damn I wanted this woman.

As his question landed, I could feel my inner brat jump up and start clapping like a kid in a candy store. Target acquired.

I let him watch me scan his body from top to bottom with a hungry gaze. The pause after was on purpose - just enough time for him to wonder what I was thinking. “I like to think I'm a pretty good judge of character. I think a warning should suffice.”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dance floor. Placing his hand on my hip and stepping in so it would slide to my back, I swayed my hips so that he could feel the shift of my ass against his finger tips. I draped one arm around his neck so that my breasts rubbed gently against his chest. From that angle, I had no choice but to tilt my chin up and lock onto his eyes. He noticed my grin. I noticed his.

I lifted up and nipped on his bottom lip. I noted his surprised look and the sudden wetness it brought. I was going to enjoy messing with this man. And, when I was done having my fun, I would let him think he made me behave and enjoy my reward.

Shifting my body against his, I placed one leg on each side of one of his so that my knee skimmed his balls. He noticed the slight pressure and grabbed my ass, riding me up his thigh. The response was almost immediate. First, a catch of my breath. Next, a slight sigh, as he rocked my body against his leg and let his thigh make sinful promises to my clit. The warmth and wetness were not lost on him. The change in his breathing was not lost on me.

“Do you want me to cum for you? Do you want to walk out of this bar with a wet spot on your pant leg and a flush on my cheeks?” I whispered against his ear.

Yep, this is why I don't usually drink tequila.

Well that answers my question. This woman… this gorgeous woman is everything a man could want. Sexy, confident, free… but is she just playing with me… is there an inner miscreant who was plotting. I think this woman wants to disciplined… time to tame this brat

I whispered back, “absolutely not.”

“You can rub yourself on my thigh all you want… but I know you’d rather be on your knees in front of me. You’d rather be on the receiving end of a crop than an ass grab. You’d rather be on all fours begging for more than just the tip of my tongue… tell me I’m wrong… tell me I’m not reading you like a book. Or do you just need more tequila?”

“You're not reading me wrong at all, handsome. But two things - no names and we're going to need more tequila.”

A quick nod of his head and the stage was set. Now all we needed was a location. I spun my head around the room but there were no dark corners or places to hide. The beautiful sunset caught my eye as it gleamed over the waterway. Pulled up to the dock just a few feet from the band, a beautiful double engine boat with tinted window cabin revealed the perfect opportunity that could not be missed. “That's not your boat, is it handsome?” He shifted his brows wondering what I had in mind. “It's not mine either.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the dock. With a quick glance to make sure we blended into the scenery, we boarded the boat and slid into the quiet cabin. The sound of the music spilled in and I could only assume that the tinted glass would conceal whatever was coming next.

She stood in the middle of this boat cabin and I paced around her, drinking her in. I stood close to her and whispered into her ear. “The safe word is watermelon… say that word and this all stops. Understand?” I saw her nod and I moved on.

I saw the zipper on the back of her dress and quickly dropped it down exposing her beautiful curvy form. I knocked the straps off her shoulders and the dress fell. Her naked flesh exposed to my ravishing gaze. The only cloth left was the tiny g-string covering essentially nothing.

I continued to pace around until I was standing in front of her. I ran my hands up her chest, avoiding her nipples, continuing up her neck and gathering all her hair on top of her head. I grabbed on and took firm hold of her hair, slightly pulling her head back. I lightly kissed her lips, dragging my tongue across them then diving into her neck and kissing and sucking on her lovely smelling skin.

“You are going to do as you are told. Do you understand?” She smirked back at me. With my free hand I brought it down quickly, harshly grazing her erect nipple with the tip of my middle finger. I immediately dropped my head down and took the nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting at it to enhance the sensation.

“Let’s try this again… you are going to do as you are told. Do you understand?

“Yes.” The word slipped out. Sir was right behind it but I swallowed it. He hadn't earned it yet.

I let my eyes flutter pretending I was intimidated by his presence. Just as his smirk revealed how much he liked that, how much he wanted it, I locked his gaze with confidence and stared without blinking, taking it all back.

I knew I was playing with fire. I didn't know this man. Full surrender was off the table. But, a girl could play and see if she could get a solid spanking or a five finger necklace to adjust her attitude.

“Behave.” There it was. The first command. Cute.

“Make me.”

“Make me? Make me, she says…”

I was about five feet away as I was speaking with her. I closed the gap in one step, quickly brought my hand up to her exposed throat and lifted her heels off the ground. She was forced onto her tippy toes and her hands came up to grab at my wrist. I could see the flash fear enter her eyes at the sudden show of force.

I slapped her hands away and with as much authority in my voice as I could summon I stated, “MY COMMANDS WILL NOT BE QUESTIONED. You will drop to your hands and knees, and you will end your response with sir. Do you understand?”

My body sent mixed signals. We hadn't discussed limits. We hadn't discussed preferences. I wanted to obey. I wanted to be rewarded. I had a safe word. I would push myself just enough to make it interesting. I would give him just enough to scratch his itch.

Dropping to my knees and placing my hands on the plank floor, I lowered my gaze. “I understand. I want to please you. I don't like to be frightened.” I paused. Thought about my next word carefully. “Sir.”

Fuck… I just broke my own rule… too far too fast… no limits known… no boundaries set… a safeword wasn’t enough here. I’ve got to slow this otherwise she’s not going to enjoy…

“Very good… now I want you to take three deep breaths and calm your body and mind. “

In… out…

in… out…

In… out…

“Good girl… Now, would you like to continue?”

I heard a very sheepish “yes” escape your lips.

“Very good. Now, use your words and tell me exactly what you would like to feel… but… remember how I am to be addressed.”

I felt my tension ease as he heard me.

“I would like to feel my skin tingle and sting without hurting. I would like to want and ache but have to earn release. I want to know that I'm making you want me just as much. I want to be a good girl for you, Sir.”

I lifted my eyes to meet him as he crouched before me. I could feel my breasts lift and fall as my breathing deepened. My mouth parted in anticipation. The useless strip of fabric between my legs slowly getting soaked.

“How can I please you, Sir? Please, let me earn a reward.”

I looked around the boat to see what I had at my disposal. I hadn’t acknowledged it to her… but this actually was my boat, so I knew we had time to spare. I remembered I had some useful items in my day bag. I grabbed the handkerchief, some natural thread rope and a cup of ice from the cooler.

I set the items down in front of her, so she could see. I wanted to make sure she knew what was coming… just not when it was coming. I rolled up the handkerchief and placed it over her eyes. Wanting to make sure she knew she would be safe, I leaned in again…

“You should know that this is my boat. No one else has a key. No one else will come on it. You are safe here… You are safe with me.”

Not waiting for an answer, I leaned back and smiled.

“You can please me by remaining quiet… no matter the pleasure or the pain… I want silence.”

I grabbed an ice cube from the cup and held it over your shoulder blades. I let the ice melt in my fingers and watched the cold water drop onto your skin. I could see you flinch slightly with each drop. I reached down underneath you and held the melting cube against your nipple. I anticipated you would try and pull back so my other hand was hovering above your shoulderblade, ready to push back down to keep contact on the ice.

But it wasn’t needed. I saw your body react, but it never pulled away. I felt your nipple grow harder and your chest push down into hand… “Good girl… you are such a good girl.”

I reached behind you and slid my finger between your thighs, touching what was now a soaking pair of panties. I slipped my finger underneath and rubbed it up and down your dripping slit, nudging your swollen clit with each pass. I heard your breathing change slightly. I pulled my hand off your nipple and took those cold fingers and placed them between your thighs. The iced fingertips coming in contact directly with your sensitive clit drew a slight whimper from you. I pulled my hand from your essence and delivered one solid spank on your right cheek… I heard another slight moan.

“Silence.”

I leaned into the silence and rode the edge. Being silenced is one thing, choosing silence is another. In the silence he commanded, I felt everything. Every sensation of the heat of his body positioned against the cold of the ice. Every sound of the water lapping against the boat. Every vibration of the people near by. I heard them all. The value of silence.

“Thank you, sir. I'd like some more.”

I felt a finger slip inside me and then a second. Fingers moving inside me giving that beautiful stretch that made me ache. Curling to stroke that spot that made me want so much more. Thumb strumming the nerves of my clit.

I began to reach my hand out and thought twice. “Can I touch you, sir? Can I hold your cock in my hand and bring it to my mouth to taste you?”

A slight nod of his head gave me the permission I was desperate for. Reaching out, I can feel his cock hardened just beneath the thin fabric of his pants. Running my fingers along the hard shaft, I gave him a slight squeeze. The sound of his zipper dropping echoed against my silence. Grabbing a hold of his hard cock and releasing him, I moved my mouth forward and waited for him to step forward into me. The pressure and weight on my tongue collided in my brain with the smooth texture of his skin and the salty taste of him. I let a moan slip out of me and waited for the sting of the slap on my other cheek. A wave of pleasure ran over me as it landed with just enough intention to bring the burn I needed.

I continued. Stroking him with my tongue, hollowing my cheeks for pressure, licking the juices starting to collect on his tip, adding my hand to extend to the base of his long length and straining my jaw against his girth. I was lost in the sensation of the silkiness against my lips when I heard it, just loud enough for me to hear - a whimper quickly disguised as a manly growl. That moment of reality bringing me back. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He pulled out of my mouth and a slight loneliness crept into my chest. I must have pouted.

“Don't pout. You've earned a reward.”

Looking up from height of his hip, saliva still on my chin and in the corners of my mouth, I had to know.

“What's my reward, Sir?”

I moved behind her and ran my hands over her perfectly round and reddened cheeks. She seemed to wince slightly at the touch, but quickly melted in my hands. I knelt behind her and leaned forward, burying my face into her deliciously wet pussy.

I pulled back slightly, “You don’t need to be quiet anymore. You’ve earned the right to use your voice. Let me know how much you enjoy your reward.”

I slid my tongue between the folds of your delicious lips. Lapping at the sweet nectar flowing out it you. I drive my tongue deeper, letting it lash at your insides.

I can hear you start to pant and moan as I find the right spots to target. I dip lower, finding your swollen clit and sucking it into my mouth. Flicking the tip with my tongue. That unleashed a flood of your cum into my mouth.

A flood of expletives escaped your mouth. Most were unintelligible, but obvious that you were enjoying your reward.

“You look so sexy enjoying your reward. And I’m so happy you were able to verbalize it for me. Such a good girl.”

“I want to say thank you, Sir. Can I thank you for my reward?”

I flipped around and gently pushed against his chest so that he would lay back. Finding my purse, I pulled out an assortment of condoms and did my best Julia Roberts impression. “I'm a safety girl.” He picked his poison and I covered him slowly. Straddling his hips, I looked down and smiled. “Saddle up cowboy.” Slowly, I lowered myself onto his long hard cock taking in every inch until I was seated to the hilt and breathing heavy from the pressure. Taking a second to adjust to his size, I began rocking my hips and raising myself up just enough to lower back down. I have to give this man credit where credit is due, his cock fit so well inside me and stretched me just like I liked it. The slow rock of my hips hit my g-spot on repeat. The slow lifting and lowering raised the ache around my walls. His eyes closed and the look on his face told me he was enjoying himself. Soft moans and heavy breathing filled the cabin.

As the tension in my pussy mounted, he started to thrust up into me. The build was delicious and part of me didnt want it to end but the ache became so intense I needed to break. Matching his thrust, I rode out what I needed and came apart on top of the handsome stranger. My walls pulsed and clenched around him, milking him to push him off his cliff. The gutteral sound that came out of him as he came intensified my final spasms. I could feel him spasm inside me and watched his body tense with the intensity of his shot.

I collapsed on his chest as his hips stilled.

I held on to this woman as she was still fully impaled on me. I raised her off my softening member, cradled her to my chest, matching our breath and feeling your heartbeat through my chest.

I stood and picked you up in my arms. Carrying you over to the couch. I sat down, still holding you in my arms, and pulled a blanket over us.

“You did such a good job. You’re such a wonderful girl… wonderful woman.”

After 20 minutes of light conversation, I slid her off my lap and I stood up. I grabbed her a bottle of water and I pulled a jar of trail mix out for us to snack on.

We continued to chat through the night. Learning so much about each other, with the exception of our names. As dawn broke, she left… leaving me with her thong as a reminder of the broken brat. Not that I would ever have been able to forget this night.