The Only Exception Ch. 07 - Sex Stories

The Only Exception Ch. 07

... forcing my head up so that I could meet his stern hazel eyes for the very first time.

The moment our eyes met it felt like time itself had frozen. For several glorious minutes there was nothing but him and I and the intensity of his heated gaze. My eyes seemed to affect him too and his cheeks pinked up the longer we made eye contact with each other.

"You're coming with me," he finally growled without waiting for my answer, dragging me behind him by the collar of my shirt.

"To do a scene? I thought you were just going to do an interview?" I asked as I struggled to keep up with his long strides. Despite my protest, I couldn't believe my luck! This Dom was tall, strong, handsome and slightly terrifying. The air between us felt eclectic and I couldn't help my need to submit to anything he asked of me.

"I don't need an interview. I've been watching you," he reminded me as he pulled me inside his room. "Strip omega," he ordered gruffly once he finally let me go.

I obeyed immediately, leaving nothing on but my pure white cotton briefs. The man shot me a lascivious grin as he circled around me. Then he took my hand led me to a bench. He folded me over the wood so that my hands touched my ankles and then he handcuffed them to each other.

"You look really cute in these," he told me as he ran a cold hand over my covered ass.

I blushed, deeply aroused by the fact that a man like this thought I was cute. I wasn't used to receiving male attention even though I ...

... desperately craved it.

"You want me to spank you, do you?" He purred as his fingertips pushed the fabric of my briefs into my asscrack.

"Oh! Yes please Sir!" I nearly choked out, all too aware of how hard my little cock was in my underwear.

He chuckled and patted my ass in an encouraging sort of way. "House rules for safe words." He informed me. "I'm going to use a leather paddle but I'm not going to tell you how many spanking's you're about to receive. So omega, on a scale of one to ten, how hard do you want me to go? Choose carefully."

I sucked in a nervous breath but brazenly insisted on ten. "Do your worst," I goaded, fairly certain he would hold back.

I was wrong.

I received fifty spankings that night and I was called a brat, among other things. My ass was covered in bruises and welts and it hurt to sit down for weeks afterwards but I had never felt more euphoric in my whole life. After that night I tried out of few of the other male Dom's. To my surprise, I found each one to be lacking the particular energy that came from that impromptu scene I had with Adam. It wasn't long until I felt it wasn't worth paying for anyone else. I soon made Adam my permanent Dom, even though I ended every session of ours with a promise to never return.

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I nervously fiddled with the white lacy strap over my shoulder as I sat on the bed, legs crossed tightly together. The memory of my first meeting with Adam had aroused me greatly and had done nothing to slow down my ...