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Noelle’s heart raced!

She’d never done this before and still couldn’t believe she had.  No one would believe her capable of it, yet the calm, strong, older man she knelt before didn’t seem the least bit surprised.

Noelle’s fingers worked feverishly between her thighs as he watched with a growing grin of satisfaction.  His command had been specific.  Edge yourself until you can’t stand it anymore, then beg for permission to cum.  The deep bass rhythm of the music was somewhere in the distance as they were in the locked bathroom together.

It was not Noelle’s first tryst in a bathroom at a club, not by a long shot!  Even though she was barely old enough to drink now, she’d been flirting with danger, sex, and discovery for a couple of years now.  She could look older when she wanted, just as she could look much younger.  Tonight, she knew she looked younger.

Jon had been next to her at the bar.

She’d seen him looking at her and was used to being shopped by most men.  Noelle could tell he was older and perhaps more than twice her age, but something in his eyes made her curious.  She taunted and teased him.

She had a smart mouth and a razor wit.  Jon didn’t seem bothered by either.  He fenced words with her like a pro without flinching.  He even accepted defeat graciously when she’d scored a couple of zingers on him.  They’d made his eyes spark and glow even more.

Something about that triggered a response deep inside of Noelle.  She liked this man; even more, she was beginning to respect him.  Talk had turned to more sexy and intimate subjects then.  Jon wasn’t shy at all when he told her his inclinations to dominance and sadism.

“You’ve had submissives before?” Noelle asked in a small whisper.

He nodded.  

“How many?” She asked.

Jon shook his head with a small smile.  “It’s not polite to keep score and sounds like bragging.  I’ve had…enough.” He shrugged.

Noelle was taken aback.  A man who didn’t want to boast of his conquests?  Unheard of!  It could also mean he was lying, but the quiet assurance in his stance and look belied that possibility.

Noelle licked her lips and sipped a little more of her nearly frozen vodka.  “Where do you find them?” She asked.

Again, he shrugged.  “There are social sites, communities, and gatherings where one can go and mingle to find one.  I sometimes find them…in the wild.” His eyes sparkled at her.  “Like now.”

Noelle couldn’t help laughing.  “Me?  You think I’m a submissive?”

He tilted his head.  “Yes…and no.”

She rolled her eyes.  “You have to explain that.  I’ll play along.”

Nodding, he shifted to sit on the stool with half his ass casually.  Noelle thought this was going to be a half-assed attempt to get her out of this tiny cocktail dress.  She was curious, though.

Jon’s gaze deepened as he looked at her, and suddenly, Noelle felt as if she was naked before him now.  The image of her kneeling naked before him flashed in her mind and caused her nipples to ache.  She nearly gasped but held back.

“You’re a strong, intelligent woman.  You do something dangerous and rare for someone your age and your gender.  You like it a lot.  You like being in control of almost everything.  Yet.”  He paused to take a drink of what she suspected was just a soft drink.

Noelle found her voice.  “Are…you reading me right now?” She asked.

“I am, but I also read you earlier when you came into the club.  It’s no accident I was next to you when you came to order.  I saw your trajectory and anticipated where you’d be.  I was intrigued.”  Jon admitted.

She wanted to ask about the intrigued part, but that quivering area between her thighs wanted him to continue the “yet” part.  “Please, continue your thought?” She asked in a soft tone.

His smile widened.  “Since you ask so sweetly, I will.  Good girl.” He winked.

Noelle blushed.  She hadn’t blushed since she was fourteen or so.  Nothing phased her, yet these words had her flushing and blushing from head to toe.

“Did you like what I said?” He tilted his head and arched an eyebrow.

It was the eyebrow that broke any sarcasm she was about to use.  “Yes.” She confessed.

Jon was kind and didn’t press it further.  “For all that control, you want someone, not just anyone, to take control of you.  To be able to shut off all the voices, worries, insecurities, all of it, so you have peace.  You long to be told what to do and obey those commands.  I think doing so will give you a pleasure you have a hard time imagining.”

“I’m Bi.” She blurted out, then blushed once more.  “Sorry.  Just…felt I had to say.”

“I’m not surprised.  Your appetite must be rather voracious.  Let me guess, when others were playing with dolls, you were playing with…other toys?” Jon leaned into her as if to see deeper.

Her nipples were as hard as diamonds right now; they ached so much. It was true!  She’d caused her own orgasm at thirteen.  She’d tried sex a year later and got caught, which led to the blushing incident.  Her dad had seen her, and it was the first time he used his belt.  It hadn’t stopped her.  It just made her more careful.

“Yes.” She nodded slowly.  “How?”

He pursed his lips for the first time as if to ponder the wisdom of answering.  “This isn’t going to sound very nice, but it is the truth.  You’ve been so open with me.  I owe it to you.  Come closer.”

Jon’s words hadn’t been a request but a command given by someone who expected and had received obedience from lots of others.

She obeyed and leaned in close enough to feel his breath on her ear, which quickened her heartbeat.

“Noelle, I am a predator.  I like to think I’m an ethical one, but still a predator.  A predator knows their prey.  They can sense it.  The more…delicious the prey, the stronger the sense of them.  When you walked in tonight, my senses went off the charts.  That’s how.”  Jon leaned back.

Her ear was suddenly colder, and she almost asked him to come closer again.  She had to bite her lower lip from asking.  The idea of being prey to predators was not a new one to her.  She’d known lots of men and women who felt that what they were.  Noelle always enjoyed deflating their egos and expectations by being the better hunter.

She eyed Jon as he coolly waited for her reaction.  This man needed no ego stroking.  He’d done this before.  Wait.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” She asked.  “Found prey, then confronted them or her?”

“I have,” Jon answered.

“Does it always work?” Noelle needed to know.

Jon laughed for the first time, and it was an easy sound.  It was real.  “Good God, no!  Sometimes I get a drink splashed in my face, a cheek slapped, a heel stomped into my toes,  no, sometimes the prey isn’t ready to hear it yet or desperately needs to deny it.”

She grinned as she imagined all those things happening to him.  “But you still hold that you were correct?”

He nodded.  “I do.  In some cases, very few cases, they’ve come back and sought me out to admit I was right.”

Noelle arched her eyebrow.  “Do you make them pay for what they did?”

“What do you think?” He shrugged.

Oh, he did.  How?  Then flashes of him punishing her exploded in her mind: spanking her, paddling her with her own brush, and then using his belt on her ass until she squealed for forgiveness.  Oh, God!

“Is it warm in here, or is it just you?” He teased her with a knowing look.

Noelle realized she was sweating a little, her skin flushing all over her body.  All those fantasies had…oh, God…been exciting!  What the hell?

“Would you like to test if you are a submissive or not?  Then you’ll have your own confirmation, and if you’re not interested, I will leave you alone.  I don’t force or coerce.  That is a big sin in my world.”  Jon asked her.

Noelle’s eyes narrowed.  “What are you going to do to me?”

“Me?  I won’t touch you at all.  I will give you some commands, and we will see if you respond to them. Then I’ll have you do something pleasurable to yourself, but you won’t be allowed to finish without begging for permission.  That will be the key.” He explained.

She didn’t have to think too hard to figure that one out.  She’d never begged to cum in her life!  How dare someone think they could take that power from her!  Sighing, she closed her eyes and let herself imagine it.  Edging herself to that point of no return?  But not able to go over the edge unless he lets her?  

She opened her eyes.  “Come with me.” She told him.

Noelle had led him to one of the locking bathrooms, supposedly meant only for sure patrons but widely used for clandestine trysts like this.  He went along without a comment or a tease.  She could feel his eyes on her ass.  Jon had enjoyed her curvy cleavage, but she thought he was a definite ass man.  She had a nice pert one.  Let him enjoy it.

That’s what had led them into this room.

She’d locked the door and turned to face him.  “What now?”

Jon smiled.  “If I guess something I shouldn’t know, then will you follow a command I give that doesn’t involve touching you in any way?”

Noelle sighed.  She knew she was going to lose before she even said it.  “Yes, I promise.”

“The only clothes you’re wearing are that dress and those heels.” He told her.

She knew it.  “What’s your command?”

“Indulge me.  Ask that again with a polite sir at the end.” He told her.

“What is your command, Sir?” She asked and felt a slight tug when she said it.

“Did you feel something right now?” Jon asked.

Noelle knew it was too late to try to lie.  “Yes…Sir.” Damn, she felt it again.

“Feeling something when you call me sir and mean it is a good sign.  Take off your dress, fold it, and place it on the counter, then return.” He commanded.

She watched his eyes as he watched her reach down to the short hem, pull it up and over her shoulder, then her head.  Noelle was indeed naked except for the heels now.  She was not a fan of being clothed and knew she was an exhibitionist.  She liked the way he was looking at her.

Noelle turned to the counter and realized it was behind her so that Jon would get a nice view of her bare ass.  Knowing so, she stopped at the counter, folded her dress, and bent far over to place it there.

“How nice,” Jon commented.  “A little tuft!  You are a ginger.”

She turned with a smile and made no move to cover anything.  “Surprised?”

“Not really.  Eyebrows are usually a good sign of the pubic color.” He said it with nonchalance.  

Noelle gasped softly because it was so very true in most instances.  To hear a man be so casual in his commentary on a woman’s intimate hair color was telling.  He had done this before.  Did that bother her?  She wasn’t a virgin by any stretch of the imagination.  Why should it?

“Come closer and kneel before me.” He commanded.

Noelle was halfway down to her knees when she realized he’d used another command without her permission this time, but she’d obeyed without thought.

“Yes, I did.” He could read her face.  “But you obeyed, why?”

Noelle breathed in and out quietly.  “Because you want me to, Sir.” She gave up trying to keep it back anymore.

“So you wish to obey me now?” Jon asked.

She nodded and hoped he wouldn’t make her say it aloud.  Amazingly, he didn’t.

“Spread yourself to me and begin to edge yourself until you can’t stand it anymore, then beg for permission to cum.”  He commanded.

She nodded and reached down.  “If I cum without permission?”

“What do you think?” He asked.

She licked her lips.  “I’ll have disobeyed.  I’ll be…punished?” Her eyes came up to his.

He nodded.  “You will.”

“How?” She gasped as she began to run her clit.

“Do you really want to find that out?  You want to be a bad girl?  I thought you liked being my good girl.” His voice purred.

Fuck.  She did.  She’d blushed when he’d called her that.  

“Do you want to be my good girl, Noelle?” Jon asked softly.

Her body was beginning to ache all over.  She nodded.  “I do, Sir.”

“Why?” He asked.

Why?  Why??  Why did the sun come up?  Why was water wet?  Oooo, wet…she was getting so very wet.

“Answer me.” He commanded.

What?  Oh, right.  “Because it pleases…me…When I see…you’re pleased?” She stated and asked simultaneously.

He growled softly.  “That’s a very good girl thing to say.”

Her body spasmed slightly at his praise, and her hunger became more intense.  Oh, God, it was getting close, but…she couldn’t allow herself.  Why not?  God, because she had to beg first.  Beg?  Her??

“Don’t you dare cum without permission.” His voice cracked across her bare back and bottom like a lash.

Noelle whimpered.  She wouldn’t.  She couldn’t!  Not and be his good girl.

“Please…” she rasped out.  

“Please, what, little slut?” He asked.

It was not her first time being called that or being aroused by it.  “Mmm…Sir?  Please?  Please, let me cum?”

“Let who?  Who are you now?” He asked, and his voice showed he knew he’d won.

She groaned.  “Let your little slut…me…let me cum for you, please???!”  She heard her own desperation in her voice.  

A soft growl came from him again.  “Good slut.  Who does this orgasm belong to?”

“You!  YOU!  It’s yours, please, give it to me for you?” She begged now and knew it.

“Good girl.  You may cum.” He told her.

Noelle gasped at those five words that blew her mind and universe.  She let it come, and it washed over her.  She squealed, bucked, and moaned.  “Thank you, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.  THANK YOU, SIR!”  Her words intensified the feeling, and she convulsed, letting herself go and trying to hold herself up from collapsing to the floor.

She felt Jon approach and move her head to the side of his knee.  She grasped hold of his thigh and lay her head against him as she reeled.  His fingers stroked her short hair.

“Such a good girl for me.  So good.  You did so well.  I’m proud of you.” He murmured as he petted her.  

It felt so wonderful to have his care like this, to know she’s pleased him, to know she’d made him proud.  It was then that the silence hit her.  Her mind was blissfully quiet.  All the voices, noise, all of it was gone.  There was just her and him.  Noelle happily knelt at Jon’s feet and basked in his affection.  

A soft smile he couldn’t see graced her lips.  Noelle was a submissive.  He’d proven it to her.  She tried to imagine doing this for any other man she’d ever met or woman, and couldn’t fathom it.  Thinking of being here again for him in the future, she felt a deep, warm glow of pleasure at the thought.

Noelle looked up.  “Will you keep me, Sir?”

He looked down with a soft smile.  “You want me to?”

She nodded.  “Please?”

“Whenever you need this again, I will take you.  I don’t think you can do this as a lifestyle.  You’re too…independent and stubborn.  We will have times like this when you are mine in ways no one else in your life will understand.  I will.”  Jon answered.

Noelle was sorrowful when he first said this, but then gave it thought.  He was right.  He didn’t even know what she did.  Her superiors might make her end it anyway, but she hoped they didn’t.

“You’re not like a politician or something, are you?” She asked.

He laughed and shook his head.  “No, I’m rather private about my political views.  I’m not loud about them or what one would call politically active.”

She sighed.  “That’s good.”

“Maybe I’ll pass the vetting?” Jon asked.

She looked up sharply.

“No, I don’t need to know more than you’re allowed to tell me, but…there is some of the predator in you, too.  Just so happens to make your submission all the sweeter and enjoyable.”  He told her.

Noelle giggled.  “I can see that.” She paused.  “How would you have punished me?”

His hands rested on his black leather belt.  “Do you want me to tell you or show you?”

“Please, Sir?  Show me?  Show me nice and hard.” She begged.