She took a minute to glance around his place, realizing that it was even better than she’d pictured.

As expected, there was a fire simmering in the hearth. The wine was cold. He’d dimmed the lights, and there were a couple candles burning on a rustic dining room table. Everything smelled woodsy. Seriously, was she dreaming?

She had to admit, the man had style. It was becoming increasingly hard to regret her decision to be here…the guilt and confusion still raged, but the fantasy had become so perfect, it felt surreal.

There were no strings, no obligation, no expectations. If anything, she lectured herself, she had to remain completely objective here. He had a girlfriend, he’d chosen her and their lifestyle a long time ago, so this was just a fun night out. Casual sex among two consenting adults. They did casual. She could do casual, right?

As if he could sense her inner dilemma, he held out a hand and pulled her to her feet.

“How about we do something relaxing?” he suggested.

Don’t get invested, she told herself. Just be cool.

“Okay,” she said, a bit more nonchalant this time, the wine making her head go a bit fuzzy, her body more lax, her reluctance a bit more amendable as the merlot dripped into her veins as liquid encouragement.

He guided her towards the side of the cabin. He motioned her outside, where there was an open patio with a hot tub with soft music playing and lots of lush plants shimmering in the breeze. She was positive the cement floor was heated. A bottle of massage oil sat nearby on a small table, a bath robe and slippers, more candles and, she realized with a bit of a jolt, a small selection of sex toys.

A small surge of excitement bubbled inside her as he stood behind her while she took it all. It was gloriously luxurious, and a bit naughty. An irresistible combination.

He brought his arms around her waist, his chest firm and warm against her back, as that sultry voice rumbled in her ear again.

“Say you want to stay with me tonight, have an adventure. Say yes.”

“Yes,” she said weakly.

At her surrender, he grinned, letting his hands roam over her belly, up her sides, over her breasts. Her breath caught, a bit ragged as she struggled with the intense desire building inside her.

His hands slipped down over her thighs, lifting her dress up to her hips, rubbing his thumbs teasingly against her pantyline. She resisted the urge to groan as he pulled her even more snug against him.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he said with a nip at her neck, then released her.

She felt almost dizzy, and not entirely from the wine.

“Why don’t you enjoy the hot tub for a while?”

The sentiment, though entirely pleasant, pulled her out of the lull.

He walked behind a bar to the left and pulled out a plate of charcuterie. He set it on the table with the massage oil, and a fresh bottle of wine.

“Relax, I’ll be back soon.”

— x —

I watched from the window as she slipped out of her dress, she had a body that made me feel like a starving man, hungry for any little bite.

She was slightly taller than average, around 5’7″, had a long, lean midriff, toned and naturally muscular thighs and gorgeous, teardrop tits. Her lacy black lingerie accentuated already strong curves.

I turned away as she moved to slip off the rest of her clothing, saving the view for later, when I had time to savor it.

I went back to finish my whiskey and a few other preparations. Anticipating a very memorable night, I let her slip into the hot water alone and was very much looking forward to watching her enjoy herself the rest of the night.

— x —

She’d downed the rest of her wine out of nerves and broken into the next bottle and was slipping dangerously towards tipsy.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Her head lulled to glance to her left, and there he was naked. She nearly giggled.

He grinned at her smile, slipping himself into the water.

She felt blissful, nearly weightless as he pulled her closer. Then kissed her.

Her stomach knotted and tensed as she explored the kiss, tentatively. His tongue intertwined gently with hers, not pushy or demanding, though she wasn’t sure which was worse. She kissed him back, brows knitted.

“Give me your tongue.”

He waited for her to relax, then plunged into the kiss. Delirious, she surrendered, and let him plunder. Let him take.

He gave her lip a playful bite, then pulled her onto his lap, facing away from him.

“Where do you like to be touched?”

“Um….” her head felt like it was spinning. “Everywhere?”

“Here?” he played with her breasts experimentally, giving each nipple a light tug.

With a small groan, pleasure rippled through her belly. “Oh God.”

He grinned triumphantly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He trailed his nimble fingers down her sides, over her hips, and back up. One hand went back to her breast, one back down her belly. She could feel his erection growing between her thighs and squirmed.

“Sit still.” He bit her shoulder. “Or I’ll tease you longer.”

She shook her head. “That’s diabolical.”

“Oh absolutely.” He nibbled on her ear, one hand teasing over her thigh, one hand pinching her nipple a bit more aggressively.

It felt good. She arched slightly. He tugged her snugly against him, nibbling on her ear.

“Bad girls get punished,” he warned, his voice a low rumble in her ear. “Do what I say. Be still.”

He used his legs to part her knees slightly. She felt a fresh cool rush of water glide intimately up against her as one of his hands teased up her inner thigh.

“Touch me.”

Obediently, she reached down between her legs and began stoking his growing erection. His hands went to her hips as she busied herself, he leaned back slightly, enjoying himself.

“Mmmm, that’s a good girl.”

She flushed, the anticipation making her anxious.

“Are you turned on right now?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I want you to touch yourself.”

She hesitated.

“I’ve never done that before w-with…in front of someone.”

“Do it for me.”

Slowly, he guided her hand toward her entrance, using his legs to spread hers open. Gently pressed her finger towards her center. Moved her fingers up and down every so slightly. She groaned.

“That feels good, doesn’t it? Keep going.”

His hand left hers to return back to her breasts, squeezing and tugging, as she awkwardly fingered herself. He busied himself sucking on her earlobe.

Distracted, her movements slowed, her hands drifting back to rest on his thighs as the sensations washed over her and she let him touch her body.

“Keep touching yourself.”

“I…I don’t…”

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

She stilled. He stilled.

“Are you disobeying me?”

“N..no.”

He lifted her off his lap.

“Stand up. Bend over the tub.”

Now she was confused and a bit shocked, coming abruptly out of the trance he’d put her in. She stood up slowly.

He stood up behind her, lifting her onto a small platform and pressing her up against the edge. He pushed gently on the back of her shoulders to lean forward.

With a slight gasp and wince, she leaned over the cold plastic, shuddering as she was partially exposed to the night air, a rush of icy breeze floating over her bare ass.

“I’m gonna spank you for not following my instructions,” he told her calmly. “If you don’t agree to your punishment, say so now.”

Nervous, she squirmed, unsure, but said nothing.

She flinched as he moved, but his hand merely came up to rest on her ass, a thick gush of warm water streaming over her bottom. He rubbed her cheek gently, his thumb dipping and just barely brushing between her ass cheeks.

She jumped as he gave her a slight smack. It stung, but wasn’t altogether unpleasant. Intrigued, she stilled as he resumed rubbing her skin, occasionally working his thumb closer to her asshole.

He continued his ministrations, alternating spanks with an occasional squeeze or exploration of her ass. Then, he reached down to feel between her slit to find her wet.

“Hmm, you seem to like this. Naughty girl.”

He used her wetness to gently work his finger into her tight little rosebud until she relaxed.

“You’ll wear this for the rest of the night,” he told her, and she felt a soft object being worked into her ass. She resisted slightly at first.

“Relax. It won’t hurt.”

She allowed him to work it in completely, feeling oddly full and a bit turned on.

“That’s a good girl.”

He kissed her on the back.

“C’mon, let’s go inside.”

Curious, adjusting to the feeling of a butt plug for the first time, feeling a bit naughty indeed, she let him help her out of the tub and they headed back in.

— x —