Bred by the Blogger
This is an excerpt from Alana Night’s Bred by the Blogger
The elevator doors slowly closed and he punched in a code on the key pad in front of me. I caught a whiff of his musky cologne as he leaned over, I breathed deep savoring his scent. His eyes moved up and down my entire body, slowly and deliberately. He broke his gaze away with a satisfied smirk and stared ahead at the chrome finished doors. It was a short and silent trip up to the top, no small talk, no light music—just silence and his strong and powerful presence. The doors opened directly into his loft, I was overwhelmed by his massive space. “Wow.” I whispered, I was at a loss of words—I wasn’t expecting something so big, but then again it was Bryan Masten.
“Do you like it?” He asked, his voice resonated through my body like rumblings of his car.
“It’s gorgeous” I said walking around to get a better look. A large window took up the entire space of one wall, overlooking downtown Austin. “Great view.” The city lights shimmered through giant glass. He walked around turning on more lights, which revealed brick walls and wooden beams set against the ceiling. “You have a beautiful place.”
“Thanks. Would you like a drink?” I nodded, I’m going to need one—I’m so nervous. “It’s whiskey—well technically moonshine. I made it in the Appalachian mountains. I don’t know if you read about it in last October’s blog post about small batch whiskeys and modern day moonshiners.”
“I didn’t catch that one.”
“Well the drink’s a little strong, but the flavor is all there. Smooth, with a little sweet finish. I think you’ll like it.”
“I think I will.” I said moving closer to him.
“Go ahead and have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.” He walked over to his bar and pulled out a glass bottle with a small handle and cork and poured the clear liquid over ice. He took a seat next to me on the couch and handed me my glass, “Tell me what you think.”
I sipped my drink, it burned like the whiskey, hitting me hard, “I like it. So you made this?” The warmth from the alcohol quickly took over my body.
“I did. I went up to the mountains with this man whose been making moonshine for over forty years, I had nothing but my camera and a small notebook.”
“Wow. That’s so cool.”
“It was. So tell me a little bit about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Well I’m twenty two, I’ve lived in Austin all my life—”
He cut me off, “What about men. Sex.”
Wow, I wasn’t expecting this so soon, “Uh—um, I’ve had a couple of boyfriends, nothing ever serious though. As for sex—well, I don’t know.”
“What don’t you know?”
“Well I’ve never had it.”
He raised his eyebrows and looked at me, “Never?” I shook my head and lowered my eyes, embarrassed by my confession, you shouldn’t have told him. He wants a woman who knows what shes doing. He moved closer lifting my chin up, his finger traveled up slowly parting my lips before he took me in for a kiss. A different warmth grew inside me and I could feel myself getting wet. The kiss became more passionate, his tongue traveled deep in my mouth exploring every corner. He pulled at one of my braids, softly at first then harder. “I like these.” He whispered as he pulled himself away.
“Thanks.” I replied breathlessly.
“Let’s have another.”
“Kiss?” I anxiously replied.
I nodded, I need something to cool me down. He got up and I could see his erection pressing hard against the fabric of his jeans. My panties felt drenched, I reluctantly pulled my gaze away, I need to pace myself, we have all night. I looked around his loft and saw on one of the walls a small gallery of photos. Intermixed with the landscape shots of worldly locations and food were about fifteen photos of kids. Some black, some white, some with bright blue eyes, and some just a few months old.
I smiled, “Cute pictures.”
He sat back down and handed me my drink, “Thanks. They’re my children.”
Must be one of his charities, I read that he donated a lot to different organizations, “That’s nice that you have photos of them.”
He looked at me confused, but didn’t say anything. He raised his glass and I followed his lead, “To our first time together.” We drank at the same time, I gulped more to quell my nerves about later. He looked at me with a devilish grin, his eyes pulled me in and I couldn’t let go. “Strip for me, Penny.”
“He—here?” I stuttered quietly.
“Right here.” He remarked unflinchingly.
I took a deep breath and slowly got up to face him. He relaxed in his seat and locked his piercing eyes on me. I nervously unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my black lace bra. I dropped the shirt to the floor and unbuttoned my shorts, tugging them softly until they slid down my legs. I stepped out of them and turned around showing off my ass and legs, thank god I wore my matching sexy thong. My auburn braids fell down to the middle of my breasts, a few strands had fallen out from our earlier kiss.
“Take it all off.” He commanded, his voice stronger—hungry for more.
I swallowed hard and unclasped my bra pulling it off and tossing it next to my shirt. I teased him more with my panties, slowly pulling at their sides inching them little by little before dancing my hips out of them. My heart pounded through my chest as I finished. My nipples stood erect from the slightly chilled air—maybe it was all because of him.
“Turn.” He commanded, “Slowly.” I did as he told and turned as he admired every part of my body, his gaze soaking up all of me. “Good girl.” He whispered. Bryan stood up, and walked over to me, he caressed his hands over my hips and up my side before grabbing the back of my head and pulling me in closer to him. His cock pressed hard against me, I want him—now. He tilted my head up and took me in for another kiss, this time harder, faster. He weaved his fingers through my hair, holding tight. “We’re going to the bedroom now and I want you to do everything I say. Do you trust me?”
“Yes. I trust you.”
“I’m going to make this good for you.”
I nodded with an anxious smile, “I know you will.” I whispered.
He pulled me into his arms and carried me into his room on the second floor, gently placing me on top of his bed. He walked into his closet and my pussy tingled at the thought of him and me. I reached down and slid my finger over my lips. I was dripping with excitement, I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store for me. He walked out with a pair of metal handcuffs and a black silk scarf. Wheres that going? He leaned over me, “You trust me, right?”
“Yes.” I tentatively replied.
“Good. Now I’m going to handcuff you to the bed so you can’t move.” He put my hands in the cold hard cuffs and attached them to his headboard. “And I think you can guess where this is going.” He said tying the scarf around my eyes. “Can you see anything?” I shook my head no, “Good.” He whispered into my ear, ending with a small nibble on my lobe.
My lips trembled wanting his lips again. The silk felt nice against my skin, lightly hugging my face. I had never been blindfolded, the blackness kept me focused on only one thing, him. His footsteps moved further away from me, “Where are you going?” I wanted him to start, but he wanted to keep teasing me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”
His feet stepped lightly against his hardwood stairs. I squirmed in the bed anxiously, tugging my wrists against the headboard, I could hardly move and the thought of that was getting me even more excited. I heard his footsteps again, “That was quick.”
The ice from his drink jostled in his glass, so that’s what he got. I heard his shirt drop on the floor, I want to see his body—I want to feel it pressed against me. I arched my back and spread my legs. He set his drink on the side table and sat on the bed, leaning in for a kiss. His tongue was ice cold, shooting goosebumps over my skin. He grazed his hands over my chest, following the curve of my breasts to my very erect nipples.
He paused and grabbed a piece of ice from the glass, tracing the cube across my lips. The freezing sensation numbed my mouth. He drew himself closer, bringing his lips to mine to and instantly warming them. The cube ventured further down my body, starting at my breasts and inching across my nipples. He traced the cube in slow circles, chilling my stiff peaks. The cube slid down more, giving my heated body a much needed cool down, and moving closer and closer to my wetness below. He stopped at the base of my shaved cunt. He dropped the nearly melted cube back in his glass, but hands continued to travel south, “Please.” I whispered.
“Touch you where, Penny?”
“Down there. Touch my pussy, Bryan.”
“Don’t call me Bryan. Call me Sir.”
I nodded, “Touch my pussy, Sir.”
His fingers tickled my outer folds, teasing me with every slight touch. He pressed hard against my clit, “I call the shots in the bedroom, Penny. I’ll touch you when I want to.” His voice was firm and commanding and I trembled beneath it—there was nothing more that I wanted in that instant than him. “Turn on your side, Penny.”
[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’][/author_image] [author_info]Alana Night is a twenty something year old indie writer living the dream in Vancouver. She loves to write erotica that opens readers minds and gets them hot! When she’s not writing naughty words to fill your e-reader, she’s either outside snowboarding and kayaking or inside snuggling with a good book and her Hitachi. You can find the rest of Bred by the Blogger and Alana’s other stories on her Amazon Author Page Follow Alana on twitter @Alana_Night for updates on stories, freebies, or just to chat! [/author_info] [/author]