Leah is Curious Ch.01

Please note - YES this is a slow start to more intense fun later. I think it works.

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"Anal sex," he said simply, with his usual calm voice.

"Anal?..."

"A woman who comes to my bed will give me her bottom if I want it."

"Oh... but... do you ever fuck her in the pussy?" was the next question in Leah's mind.

"When I wish to," Justin replied. "Of course."

He was older, mid-fifties and some premature grey made him look distinguished. He was not a large man but his quiet, assured manner gave him an air of someone accustomed to power and control.

"But... she has to?" stumbled Leah. "Why?"

"A woman I take to bed will submit. Fully. All of her body."

"You mean... like BDSM?" asked Leah.

She was in her late twenties. Academically brilliant and curious about the world. Her short hair, light brown, framed a soft and gentle face. She'd never cared to think about it much but she had a nicely-shaped bum and her breasts were large enough to attract more than the occasional glance from men.

"Yes," he allowed. "Like BDSM."

"Sooo... you like to tie women up and whip them?"

"I choose a woman who is able to submit," he answered, ignoring her question. And then, to turn the questions back, he asked Leah his own. "Ever tried it? Ever let a man have your bottom?"

"Ummmm... well, yes..." she started to explain. "A few guys have wanted it. I said yes, a couple of times. It wasn't any good."

Leah was a little embarrassed to have anal sex discussed so candidly. Though it was her fault that sex had even come up in their conversation. Justin kept looking at her with that same calm, controlled expression.

"Then you haven't really tried it," he informed her.

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They had met, after a fashion, at the ritzy café where Leah had gotten a casual job. It was not her ideal place of work but she needed the money, at least for the time being. She wasn't sure when she'd first seen him. There was something about his eyes, the way he looked at people -- looked at her. Somehow he commanded their attention. But he was always softly spoken and charming to her

"You don't belong here," he'd said to her one day.

That had taken her by surprise but he'd quickly explained that waiting tables was not her real vocation. He was sure there was something else in her life. And that she often seemed distracted.

"Oh... well, yeah... I mean... I have to write these post-doc grant applications. You know? I have to work... but my housemates are too noisy so its hard to get it done at home."

He'd pressed for more details and she'd told him - as if he really cared - that her doctorate was in medical science. And that she needed a grant to continue her research. She was aged twenty-six and still trying to get a start in the world. There were bills to pay in the meantime.

Concerned that he was a weirdo extracting information, Leah had tried to question him. To which he'd told her, gradually, that he was a consultant in cyber security with clients that he was not allowed to talk about.

"You can work at my apartment," he'd said. "Some things cannot be discussed online. So I travel to my clients and my place is usually quiet."

Leah had decided at that moment that Justin really was a weirdo. He'd tried to explain that he had a lot of self-made wealth and that it was a small thing for him to share his home with her.

"It sounds to me," he'd said, "that you could end up doing important research. And if I'm not home then why not use my place to make sure you get a good grant?"

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With a huge intake of air, Leah had braced herself before walking from her bedroom to the loungeroom. It was rare that they were both in the apartment on the same night.

This was the first time Justin saw her naked -- without a stitch of clothing. Leah had been building up to this moment. This most lovely and intriguing man had somehow been filling her thoughts. They'd discussed sex in roundabout ways. Leah had half expected him to make a serious move. Yet, unlike other men, Justin seemed able to resist the temptation she'd presented.

After so much waiting, she was horny for him. Eager to know more. To find out what this alluring man would do if he had the chance. She was trembling with anticipation. And wet with desire.

Justin had contemplated her naked body with that soft, compelling gaze of his. She was a little shorter than him. A little meat on her bones which he found attractive. Though her legs were toned and he'd seen enough to know that she had a shapely butt. And her breasts, a good size with large, dark nipples, sat high on her chest as she tried to control her breathing. Leah had stood there for what seemed like many long moments of silence before he finally spoke.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes... it is," she had replied shakily.

"I don't think you understand what I want."

"Take me," she'd said as evenly as possible. "I know you like that."

"No, that's not what I want," he said in his cool, calm voice. "What do you want?"

"I want... I want you to take me... in the butt..."

"Because you want to repay a favour?"

"No, not that. Because... because I need to know."

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Initially, Leah had been determined to refuse Justin's offer to use his apartment. Even after they swapped phone numbers and he gave her a business card. She knew him well enough, as a regular at the café, that surely she'd be safe. And then one night her housemates had been in an especially festive mood which had made Leah more inclined to Justin's offer.

He had assured Leah that he'd be out of town for a few days. Using an elaborate security log-in, she'd entered the apartment in an exclusive part of the city. And was stunned by the wonderful water views that Justin had bought for himself. It was a man's home, no sign of a feminine touch that a girlfriend or wife might bring. Two bedrooms and spacious with lots of natural light. Justin had, however, left a large bunch of fresh flowers in the lounge room. And a note that urged Leah to make herself at home.

"Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge," it said.

Despite the distractions of the amazing views, she'd had a very productive two days. And when she saw Justin at the café the next week, he'd encouraged her to stay over any time.

She'd only really been talking to him for a couple of months when he'd invited her out for dinner. That was after only her third stay at his apartment. She wondered if that had been a mistake. But dinner had been enjoyable. Leah had assumed that Justin was aiming at a pay-off for his kindness. That dinner would be followed by an expectation of sex. He was fifty-seven -- twice her age but even so a man would tell himself that he had needs.

He'd surprised her, again, that evening. After dinner, he'd paid for a rideshare to take Leah home. Where she'd found her housemates being their usual noisy selves. But fucking a guy for a favour seemed tacky. He was quite a lot older than she'd really prefer. Which was not to say he was not good looking and charming in his quiet way. That inner confidence was intriguing, she'd admitted to herself while imagining how he might perform in the sack. She had masturbated while thinking about being fucked in front of those water views.

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"No wife? No girlfriend," she asked him one day.

"I'm busy. And I don't like to compromise. I know what I want."

"So, no sex in your busy, important life?"

"It can be difficult with my work schedule. And then, let's say, I can be precise in what I want."

"Like what? Some kind of deviant sex stuff?"

"Sometimes," he'd replied in his usual, patient tone. "Not all women want to give me what I want."

"Ohhh?..." she'd murmured.

She had little understanding, then, about his preference for submission. And for buggery. But Leah realised that his wealth meant he could afford sex any time he wished.

"It can be simpler and more reliable to pay," he'd conceded. "Though I am limited because all those people need to be registered. Security is tight in my game."

"Well, shouldn't you register me?" Leah had asked. "Or does staying in your apartment not count?"

"I registered your details before your first visit."

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"How does a woman submit to you?" she asked him finally.

It was another of those unplanned occasions when they were both in the apartment on the same morning. Leah had stayed overnight -- because she could. Justin had arrived home after a late flight and quietly gone to his own bed.

The next day she'd had hours to kill before her shift at the café. He was working and she was reading when Justin suggested he prepare some lunch. In response to her question, Justin had given her one of his rare smiles -- soft and somehow with hidden meaning.

"Do you mean, how does a woman reach that decision? Or do you mean what does a woman do to show she submits?"

"Ummm... I guess... how does she say she wants to be tied up and whipped?"

Justin easily turned the conversation to aspects of BDSM play. He quizzed Leah about her interest in impact play -- spanking, paddles and crops. She had never let any boyfriend so much as slap her bottom. Though she thought being tied-up and fucked could perhaps be fun.

"Fun for who?" he'd wanted to know.

"Well, for me, obviously," she'd replied with a grin.

His steady gaze at her answer had made her stop in her tracks. Leah felt weird but she recognised her reaction as being that of a novice student learning from an artful teacher. And thus saw how her answer might be judged incorrect.

"Oh... you mean... its supposed to be fun for the dominant guy? Like, the person with the whip and the rope... they're getting the fun?"

"That would depend on you, wouldn't it?" he went on in his usual, soft tone. "What would it mean if you wanted to submit sexually? Fully? If that's what you wanted."

Leah could not answer him that day. But she was aware that her cunt was damp.

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Her casual approach to her intriguing friend was challenged one afternoon when she'd arrived at the apartment and found he'd left a small bundle of cash for her.

"In case you want more flowers," his note had said. "Or you don't like my wine selection."

The next week -- when she'd not seen him but merely swapped a few messages -- he'd left another, larger bundle. She felt this was somehow wrong. She almost believed his explanation that cash was hard to trace. But, wealthy or not, taking money from this older man was too weird for Leah. She'd tried gently to ask him not to do that again.

"You think I am grooming you?" he'd asked in that same soft tone.

That was, in fact, what Leah had been thinking. And, while not opposed to having sex with Justin -- she just didn't know, yet -- she'd been determined that anything like that would not happen because he gave her money.

"Please don't insult me," he'd said to her in a tone she'd not heard before. It was disappointment. "And please don't insult your own intelligence like that."

Leah should accept, he'd instructed her, that a man with wealth and too much work was free to give gifts or to help a person that he might consider a friend.

'I don't need you to sleep with me," he'd finished. "Let me be kind for whatever happiness it gives me."

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Over the coming days, Leah tried to turn her attention to more grant applications. She was beginning to wonder if the reward for securing her doctorate was to drown in paperwork. It made sense to spend less time working. But the no-strings support from Justin, plus his encouraging words, had motivated her to try focusing more on her future. He'd kept giving her cash and always seemed pleased that the apartment was being used in his absence. Her housemates finally had started to notice how much time she'd been spending away from her own home.

It was hard to concentrate because being in his apartment had started to make her horny. A lot of the time. She told herself that was silly. And that a man like that, who could so casually expect a woman to let him fuck her bum, was weird enough that she ought to keep her distance.

All the same, she masturbated repeatedly in his apartment. Especially in the lounge room that overlooked the stunning, blue harbour. Despite trying to resist, thoughts of Justin would intrude during her play. He didn't seem to have an especially sexy body. And what did "submission" mean anyway? But something about his manner, his eyes and the way he spoke so confidently, made him irresistible. Now her play often ended the same way -- her legs wide apart, facing the windows and two fingers in her sopping wet hole. Leah knew her arsehole was on display in that position but she'd not yet brought herself to touching that place.

Justin still had not really explained his interest in BDSM. Leah almost found it hard to imagine that Justin, so quiet and calm, could give orders to a woman or manhandle her. Though more than once she'd had to fight hard to resist the urge to explore his apartment. A man who claimed to like BDSM must surely have hidden away his whips and chains. She told herself she was foolish to let Justin convince her that he could do any of those things.

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"I should apologise," she'd said to him nervously.

Leah had dared herself. She'd wanted to provoke Justin. It was a warm enough day. He'd come home to find Leah in the kitchen wearing only her underwear. And her choice for that day was skimpy underwear, right down to her G-string.

"There's no need to apologise. Honestly."

She'd realised her mistake instantly. Justin was far too experienced and cool-headed to be flustered by a near-naked woman in his apartment. For all she knew, he had a regular parade of young women, more sexy than she. It had intrigued her to think that such a gentleman could want to tie a woman up for sex.

"I should have been more respectful," she tried to continue. "You let me stay... but its your apartment."

"You're welcome to use the pool on the roof," he'd said to her in an exceedingly calm voice. "I must have forgotten to tell you. But you're a guest and its quite OK."

His steady gaze seemed to show that he was pleased by her near-nudity. But otherwise he gave no obvious response. She'd remembered how he'd said, at dinner a few nights earlier, that he was not lonely and did not crave female company.

"I don't want a housemate. That is not my life. But I have told you that you're welcome any time. And that you can make yourself at home." He'd smiled that half-smile of his. "Perhaps in future I should give you some warning when I'm coming home."

"Its just," she'd suggested, "you must have women older than me who don't behave like this."

"Age is not really the issue," he'd said, fully aware that Leah was fishing. "And I've told you, I choose women who are ready to give what I want."

Leah had felt chastened. Small and foolish before a man who had such self-knowledge and such awareness. And she knew that Justin had more experience even than a man of his age might have gathered. Her interest had become obvious and he surely must have known that a woman only asked that much about sex for the simple reason that she was keen. He was driving her crazy with his calm, cool exterior. Crazy enough that this once weirdo in her café had become the focus of her desires. She needed to know. She just had to find out.

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So it was that Leah was standing, fully naked, in the loungeroom of the pricey apartment. She was waiting for Justin to say something. The fact that he could gaze freely at her young body seemed enough reason for him to speak first.

"You want to repay a favour?" he asked her.

She'd been crazy with curiosity. Something about vague comments about submission and what a woman wanted. She wanted him -- whatever that meant. So Leah had decided that she needed to make the first move. Now she was standing naked in front of him, eager to give Justin whatever was the key to making him touch her.

"I need to know," she mumbled.

"You are naked. And wanting me to fuck you. Don't you already know?"

"I... I know... that I want you to take me. I know... that I want you to have anything you want."

He beckoned her closer. One hand softly traced up her left thigh. He was still seated but a gentle press was enough for Leah to part her legs. She almost gasped aloud as this calm, older man casually stroked the back of his hand across her bare mound.

"I should take? Or you should give?"

Leah had never felt so vulnerable. Or so desperate. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. She was sure that Justin could detect the scent of her wetness. She was almost shaking with her fear -- and her arousal.

"Give... I mean... I want to give you whatever you want."

"You know what that means?" he said in that same calm tone as his fingers now stroked along her cleft.

"Fuck... oh... yes... I mean... yes, I know... I want it... I want to give you..."

"Give me everything? You know what I am asking?"

Leah knew full well. And she was scared of what she was promising. But she needed to know. Just as she'd told him, she needed to know. And her cunt was so wet from just thinking about him touching her -- and fucking her. In her arse, she knew. It was hard to breath as he kept stroking her labia.

"This is your one chance. Your only chance," he was saying as he looked straight into her eyes. "If you say yes, then tonight you give me whatever I want. Understand?"

"Yesss... hmmm, yessss..."

Justin was clear that Leah was horny -- the swelling of her labia was proof enough. That was maddeningly arousing for him. And he had Leah exactly where he wanted her. He'd not planned for this. But the lovely young woman had come to him now, naked and wishing to be fucked. His usual manner, calm and commanding, would seal her fate for the night.

"Be sure you do understand me. If you say 'no,' then we stop and go back to being friends only."

"I understand... I do..."

"But 'yes' now means yes for the whole night. You'll give me whatever I want. Is that clear?"

"Yes... please... oh, I want to give you... anything..."