Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

... to fill the silence. She wanted to extract his confession. He felt the pull to give in, to just do what she wanted, to give her what she asked for. He'd already thought about it a lot, but now with the question poised, he hesitated again.

"You were the one who sent me the stories, Heck. I didn't send them to you."

"I know."

"I read them all, and it was like a light going on, for me and also for you. I'm asking you to confess your secret. You were showing me what you wanted, weren't you?"

Heck hesitated, then finally nodded.

"No, Heck, you need to use your words. We need to be absolutely clear, for what we're going to do next."

Hector met her eyes, but it was too much. Ashamed, his gaze drifted down her willowy body to the tips of her black stiletto boots and stayed there.

"I was, yes," Hector murmured. "The stories turned me on."

He flinched as her hand touched his face, but all she did was run her fingers tenderly through his hair.

"They turned me on too," she confessed. "So much. I felt so depraved, reading them. I felt like a deviant. Then, something just clicked. You know what it was?"

"No."

"That it was what you wanted. That there was no shame in living like that, the two of us together in a new type of relationship. How could it be depraved if it's what we both want. It is, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Lotte. I guess it is. I just, uh, I never thought I'd ever get to here, at this moment. It's so strange."

"But good? Or bad?"

"Good. ...

... It's good."

Lotte leaned in and kissed him.

"I have a confession, Heck."

At last Hector's eyes locked back onto his wife's lovely face. He could see behind the smile, to the softness in her eyes, the way they shone. She was powerfully aroused, excited to be finally in the moment too.

"The stories you sent me," she continued, "I read more. I couldn't help myself. I even set up a profile on the site."

Hector remained silent, watching the play of emotions on his wife's face.

"I reached out to one of your favourite authors and he responded. We had a long conversation about the stories he wrote, and I told him all about my plans. He sent me more information, suggestions. I read it all. How does that make you feel?"

Hector's mouth was suddenly dry. He swallowed.

"I don't know, Lotte. I didn't think you were that into the stories."

"I have nothing to go on, and you want so much. I had to start somewhere. Background reading, his advice, I think I understand what I want to do to you now. I think I know how to push you. Are you ready?"

Hector stared at his wife. The ropes, the constraints, being tied down and used, he thrilled to the idea of it. To be denied, to be teased until he was bursting, to have the right to release taken away from him and controlled strictly and unilaterally by his wife left his with a deliciously dark ache inside. The cane, the agony, the gleeful look on his wife's face as she landed each blow, the way it pushed him to the edge, he ...