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As You Wish © 2012 by Savannah Reardon
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As You Wish
By Savannah Reardon
Aria’s Awakening
Aria crossed over to the bed, grabbed her bra, and put it on, encasing her ample breasts in snug black lace. She pulled the garter belt up to her hips and then sat down on the bed, slowly sliding silky stockings up her shapely legs. Standing up once again, she clipped each stocking to the garter belt.
Padding across the soft carpet, she approached the bedroom door where her costume for the ball hung on a hook. She pulled the medieval style dress out of the plastic and slowly let it drop over her head and down her toned body. Slipping her feet into black heels, she strolled over to the dresser and pinned the ribbon-encased circlet into her hair, looking in the mirror to make sure it was straight. The circlet was her favorite part of the costume. Ribbons flowed from it and danced within the auburn ringlets cascading down her back.
Aria had waited for this day for some time. Constantly searching for the event that would lead to her destiny, Aria had stumbled across the advertisement to the ball on an adult message board. This would be her chance to find the Master for whom she had searched.
She grabbed her keys and hurried outside to her car. A short time later, she arrived at the ball, breathless with anticipation of what was to come.
Entering the candle-lit ballroom, Aria studied the other partygoers, who were arrayed in a variety of costumes. She nervously twirled a strand of hair around her fingers and decided it was time to begin her quest.
Hidden behind masks, eyes glinted in the sparkling light, casting curious glances at Aria as she moved through the shadowy ballroom. Her searching eyes caught the commanding gaze of a man attired completely in black. He stood slightly apart from the crowd, eyes roaming over the partygoers. Projecting an aura of power, his stance demanded respect. Aria’s heart thudded in her chest as her eyes skimmed down his strapping figure.
Tight, supple leather encased his lower body while soft black silk clung to the sculpted muscles of his upper torso. A menacing black mask covered his face from brow to chin. Aria felt his dark gaze drinking in her appearance. Her body trembled at the thought of the man in black checking out her curves.
Strolling through the dancing throng of partygoers, Aria was drawn inexplicably towards the dark-clad stranger. Momentarily distracted by a boisterous male who danced into her path, Aria discovered with dismay she had lost sight of her mystery man. Turning slightly in order to look about the room for him, she felt a tap on her shoulder. At the same instant, she heard a deep and sexy voice ask, "May I have this dance?"
She turned and the man in black stood there, towering over her. Her knees went weak and before she could say yes, he took her in his arms and began to move seductively around the dance floor. She could barely stay on her feet; the desire inside her burned with such a fierce heat. Holding her close, his hand slid down the soft velvet of her dress to caress her fleshy bottom. He leaned in and slowly licked her neck with his tongue. She moaned as he continued his caresses, both of her neck and plump behind.
He slid his tongue up to her ear and huskily whispered, "You are by far the sexiest woman here. I want you. Will you leave with me now?"
Her dancing feet faltered, for she knew leaving with the mysterious man could be dangerous, but realized otherwise she might miss her chance at satiating the hunger which dwelled within her. Pulling away from him slightly, she stammered, “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
Sensing her hesitation, he said to her, "I promise I will not hurt you, but I can fulfill those desires for which you have so desperately hungered."
How did he know that? Feeling like she was no longer in total control of herself, she nodded her assent, and he led her through the flickering shadows of the ballroom to his waiting car.
As they got in, he told the driver, "Home," and then closed the dark privacy window which separated the front from the back. He turned to her and spoke. "I promise I will not hurt you. If I do anything that goes beyond the limits of what you deem acceptable, you may at any time stop what is happening by using a safe word. The word will be bologna. I know, it's silly, but it has to be something that I won't be able to misunderstand or not react to. Can you remember that?”
Aria hesitantly responded with a yes and the man in black continued, "I have the feeling you don't want your identity revealed. I can accept that, and though I would love to see your face, I will not try to unmask you. I ask that you do the same for me."
Silently nodding her assent, Aria wondered what exactly intended that would need a safe word. She shivered with anticipation as her mind explored what he might do to her. Heart pounding with excitement and fear, Aria settled into the smooth leather of the seat as she noticed for the first time the musky scent of the man beside her.
He remained silent until the car came to a stop some time later. He pulled a black scarf from a compartment in the seat.
"If we are going to keep our identities a secret, then I cannot allow you to see my home." The silky scarf softly caressed her skin as he tied it gently but firmly around the eyeholes of her mask and checked to make sure she could not see.
Suddenly, he picked her up and carried her up some steps and into the house. She thought he would put her down as soon as they were inside, but he continued to carry her. She heard his footsteps on stairs and felt they were moving downwards. It seemed he carried her forever, but they finally reached the end, and he eased her onto her feet.
She reached up to take off the blindfold, but his strong hands stopped her arms before they moved very far. "Leave the blindfold on. It will heighten what you feel and experience. Remember you can always say the safe word if you feel things are more than you can handle."
Aria trembled from the unknown of what was about to happen. She didn’t understand why but sensed the man in black could be trusted. Feeling secure in the promise he would release her upon the use of the safety word, Aria prepared to relinquish total control.
She felt his warm hands as they slowly caressed her body. She heard the quiet footsteps as he moved around her and felt his hands brush her back as he reached for the zipper of her dress. He slid the zipper down until the dress fell to the floor with a soft swish. His strong hands reached out to steady her as she stepped out of it. Air whispered around her body and she shivered as he circled and admired her voluptuous figure.
"Very sexy attire for someone who is always so prim and proper."
She didn't understand how he could know that. "What do you mean?" she began to ask, but before Aria could get the question out of her mouth, he struck her ass with the palm of his hand, and she yelped in surprise.
"From this moment on, you do not speak unless I ask you a question. You are my slave and I am your Master. Do you understand?"
She could not believe what she heard. How could this man know that her deepest darkest desire was to totally give up control and be thoroughly used for whatever a man might want from her? She had taken too long with her answer and was rewarded with another stinging slap on her ass.
"Answer me when I ask you a question! Do you understand??"
"Yes!" she managed to answer. He struck her ass again.
"It's yes Master!"
"Yes Master, I understand."
She stood there waiting for what would happen next. The tops of her stockings were wet with her juices, borne of the desire that burned deep within her. She was ready for whatever the man in black decided to do to her. Suddenly, her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her back and then bound together with something soft, yet tight and binding. He wrapped the binding from her wrists all the way up to her elbows. His strong hands grasped her shoulders and pushed her down to her knees.
"Now, you will do whatever I ask of you. Any resistance or words spoken without my consent will be met with punishment. You are not allowed to come unless I say you can. You may moan and show your arousal, but no words. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master!" Aria replied, her body shivering with anticipation at the thought of her desires finally being acted upon. Squirming slightly on her knees, she waited on the hard floor for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he spoke.
"Underneath that prim and proper exterior that you always project resides a very sexy and voluptuous women who wants nothing more than to be controlled and used."
Hearing a zipper, she felt the hardness of the head of his cock. Instinctively, before she could stop herself, she jerked her head away. She had never enjoyed giving head and her body reacted before she could stop it.
"Wanting punishment already? Stand up!"
He firmly took her arm and led her a few steps away. He roughly pushed her down over a padded object. She waited with dreaded anticipation for her punishment.
"Stand still and don't resist. If you do, it will only last longer."
Feeling a sharp sting on her ass, she yelped with pain. A few licks were given with what felt like his hand and then he stopped. Her body relaxed thinking the punishment was over but she was startled when something much harder smacked her ass with enough force to bring her to her toes. Repeatedly, hard licks stung her ass and what started out as pain slowly evolved into desire, making her pussy tingle with anticipation of the next blow.
"I think that's enough for now. You are enjoying it too much." He chuckled to himself as he led her away from the spanking area.
"Now, I hope you have learned your lesson. Let's try this again."
Pushing her back down to her knees on the hard floor; he took her head in his hands and forced the head of his cock between her moist lips. As his cock pushed past her lips, Aria fought the instinct to struggle and try and get away. Not wanting him to get angry with her, she decided to do her best to please him with her tongue and mouth.
As he fucked her warm wet mouth with slow strokes, Aria realized that sucking on a mysterious man’s cock was a huge turn on and she eagerly opened her jaws wider. While he continued to thrust slowly into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the hard ridge of his head and up and down the veined shaft.
"That's right slave, lick my cock."
Her nipples tingled from the friction of rubbing against the lacy corslet as her body moved with the motion of her mouth being fucked. Aria moaned as the sensations in her nipples surged through her body and stirred the fire already burning in her pussy. Fueled by her arousal, Aria eagerly sucked and licked his hard cock as the man increased the speed of his thrusts.
Vigorously plunging into her wet mouth caused her sensuous lips to stretch wider apart with each stroke. Without warning, his massive cock forced deeper, seeking access to the tight warm walls of her throat.
She gagged as his hard cock aggressively plunged further down her constricted throat.
"Relax and it will be much easier."
She tried but found it difficult to breathe as his thick cock forced deeper into her throat with each thrust. Furiously, he rammed his cock deep into her throat until suddenly he growled, “Swallow my cum, slave!”
Thick, hot cum spurted down her throat as his load spewed more pearlescent liquid from his swollen head than she could swallow. It slowly dribbled down the corners of her mouth. Surprisingly, she found the taste was not unpleasant.