One Word She'd Never Heard Pt. 02

I turned around in the mirror, deciding if this was the right swimsuit for today. It had been the fourth I'd tried. Normally I just took whichever I felt the most sexy in at the time, but today was different. Today I found myself wondering which one he'd like best.

"Fuck!"

I was doing it again! Why the hell did I give a shit what he thought about my swimsuit, or anything else for that matter!? Wasn't the whole point of this second date to get back in the fucking driver's seat of this... whatever this was, and stop letting that guy boss me around!?

With a frustrated growl, I pulled off the top of the two-piece swimsuit and tossed it on the bed, then I yanked down the bottom portion. I felt it as the fabric left my pussy lips due to the arousal that had already seeped into the material. I made another frustrated sound. Why the fuck hadn't I just gotten myself off already!? This was ridiculous. I'd been dripping wet ever since the last date and I hadn't done anything about it.

Why? Because he told me not to!? Fuck that!

I cupped my naked breast and gave the nipple a squeeze. My pussy bloomed with arousal and I moaned, probably loud enough to be heard in the next apartment. Well, so what! They'd be lucky to get to overhear a woman as hot as me masturbate. I reached down, biting my lip in anticipation of the release I was in desperate need of. Right before my fingers touched my clit, I heard it. His voice in my head.

"No."

My breath caught. My hand froze.

"Good girl. Not till this weekend."

I gritted my teeth so I wouldn't whimper. Fuck this! Fuck him! Why should I listen to him!? And yet, my hand didn't move. It was his voice. It was that bastard's fucking voice. Something about it melted my insides. The way he told me no. The way he called me good girl. I wanted to listen to him. To obey. To hear him call me a good girl again.

But... why!?

I'd never, ever, had a man talk to me like he did. None had dared. They knew better. But then why....

My phone buzzed and I looked at the text that popped up.

"You're on your way right?"

I felt my pussy clench before I could stop myself, my fingers already typing a reply.

"Yes," I wrote.

It took everything I had to leave off the 'sir' at the end.

"Good. Don't be late."

I turned and threw my phone before I knew I was going to. Fortunately I always kept it in a good case, and it hit the headboard of my bed so it didn't puncture the drywall. I breathed for a moment, trying to calm the hurricane of emotions swirling through me.

Enough. I was not going to let this continue. I would go to meet him at the beach, tell him to go fuck himself, then come home... and fuck myself like I desperately needed.

I got dressed and was about to storm out when I saw the bathing suit still laying on the bed. I snatched it up and stuffed it into a large bag with towels and sunscreen. Just because I was going to break up with this guy didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the beach. And who knew, maybe I'd find a new toy to bring home. It'd be much more satisfying than just returning to my toys.

Fifteen minutes later and I was standing at the shores of Clearwater Beach. I took a deep breath and let myself enjoy the scent of the ocean as it blew in off the gulf. I loved Florida and I was never going to leave.

"Hey there."

I jumped and actually yelped. Yelped! Me! I turned to find him looking at me with that knowing smile. I opened my mouth to go off on him for having the audacity to sneak up on me.

"Hi."

It took a moment for me to recognize my own voice. I hadn't sounded that shy and timid... well, ever.

"Go ahead and get changed," he said. "I'll meet you by the water."

"O-okay," I heard myself say.

We started out across the sand, him a bit ahead of me, until I angled off towards the change rooms. The entire time I was changing, the same thoughts went through my mind. What was I doing!? I was supposed to be breaking up with this asshole. I was still thinking them when I walked up to him near the water's edge a few moments later.

He pointed at a towel spread out and I walked over and placed my bag down on it. By the time I turned back, he'd already started out into the water. Unlike the other coast where one had to navigate the Atlantic waves, the gulf was calm, and it was easy to walk out into the water quite far with little resistance.

He continued leading me out and soon we were far enough that I was up to my shoulders. He turned and looked at me. I started to say something but he spoke first.

"How are you?" he said.

"I'm... okay," I said.

"You sure? Be honest now. You look a little pent up."

"I'm horny," I found myself confessing. "That was mean. Telling me I had to wait."

"It was what you needed. Wasn't it."

"Yes..."

"Good girl. I'm glad you understand that."

In the warm Gulf water, I felt a chill run down my spine as those first two words left his mouth.

"So. You listened?" he went on. "You didn't masturbate?"

As the rest of my mind seemed to catch up with the conversation, I felt my cheeks redden and wanted to look around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. But as I started to turn my head, he gently touched my chin and held my gaze with his eyes.

"Did you?" he asked again.

"No."

"Good girl."

I bit my lip as I shuddered again.

"I suppose I might have been a little harsh," he said.

He moved closer to me until our bodies pressed together. Warmth flooded my chest and headed straight between my legs as he pressed gently against my firm nipples.

"I suppose I'll make it up to you."

Under the water, I felt his hand brush my stomach, then start to slide lower. My eyes widened and this time I did manage to look around. No one was that close to us, but the water was far from empty.

"Here?" I rasped.

"Shh," he said, and my lips pressed shut.

His fingers met my clit and even through the bathing suit, even with the water washing away my wet arousal, I nearly came right then and there when his fingers pressed against my clit.

"Ohhhhh," I moaned before I could help it.

He pressed firmer and my breath caught, my eyes widening even more.

"Quiet," he said.

I tried my best to obey, but it was nearly overwhelming. What he was doing. Where he was doing it. How long I'd gone without. I wasn't sure I could keep quiet. In fact I knew I couldn't.

He pressed, and released. Pressed, and released.

Each press getting longer and firmer.

I met his gaze again, finding his eyebrow raised. It was a question and a statement both, conveyed in a simple look.

'Are you going to do as you are told and be quiet? If you don't, there will be consequences.'

My eyebrows arched and I felt the orgasm start to crest. I was going to scream. I was helpless not to, but maybe I could still keep quiet.

I inhaled deeply and then ducked my head under the water and screamed my orgasm to the ocean. I held my breath after my lungs emptied and somehow that made the pleasure stronger. I stayed under as long as I could, my hips bucking wildly under the water, until eventually I came up gasping. I was still coming and gasping, but I was pretty sure anyone listening would think I just stayed under water a bit too long.

I felt the pleasure suddenly start to crest again and I pulled myself away, twisting so his relentless fingers finally left my clit. I ducked under once more to let out a moan, then surfaced, trying to catch my breath.

When I could focus again, I turned to look at him and my breath caught at his expression. I'd pulled away. I wasn't supposed to do that. I hadn't been given permission.

"I'm... sorry... I..."

"Quiet," he said calmly.

I felt my teeth clip together as my mouth closed.

"You said you like the beach," he said. "So swim. We'll go get lunch in a while."

With that he turned and started swimming away from me, parallel to the shore. I just floated for a moment as my senses began to return. What... the fuck had just happened?

I started swimming, my lower stomach fluttering from the remnants of the orgasm.

That I had just had at the beach.

In public.

I bit my lip and continued swimming. The water was warm and the weather perfect. I sighed, enjoying the new experience of post-orgasm glow and warm water.

After a few minutes I looked towards the beach and saw him standing there, watching me. I was swimming in his direction before I knew I was going to, then I was walking out of the water towards him.

"You look beautiful," he said, blatantly looking me up and down.

Of course I do! That's what I meant to say.

"Thank you," was what came out.

I followed him to where our things were laid out and we sat, him reaching into my bag and handing me a towel.

"Let's get washed off and changed," he said, "then we can get some lunch. There's a place nearby that makes great Cubans."

Not waiting for me to agree, he stood and headed to the small changing building at the edge of the beach.

After lunch I thought that we'd part ways, but instead he gave me his address and then got in his car without another word. This guy! Really!? He just expected me to follow him!?

I could have gone home. I should have. With anyone else, I would have, I thought to myself as I drove to his place.

The apartment was small--I was right in guessing I made more than him--but it was nice. Simply decorated, with a black and white theme to most things and artwork. He'd actually styled it much like I would have in his place. Not that I said that.

He'd met me at the door and invited me in. The moment I placed my purse down, he looked at me, his intense green eyes seeming to pull my attention almost hypnotically.

"You're still horny," he said. It wasn't a question.

I blushed and nodded.

"We should see to that."

He started down the hall and I found myself following.

When we reached his bedroom he turned and undressed. I stared transfixed. It wasn't his body. He was slightly above average in more ways than one, but it was the audacity of his confidence. I felt my pussy flutter with need and I started to undress as well.

He watched as I removed my clothes, that annoying grin returning, then he guided me to the bed. I went to kiss him but he placed a finger on my lips.

"No," he said.

My pussy clenched and I held in a whimper.

He laid me down on the bed then knelt between my legs.

The realization of what he had planned finally broke through the subby fog that had settled over me.

He was going to use his mouth!? Oral!? I hated oral. I mean, I'd never tried it with someone, but still, no. Fingers and fucking. That's what I liked. That's what I wanted. His cock, not his tongue.

"What? Ew," I said. "Oral is gross. No one gets to put their mouth there and I definitely won't--"

"Quiet."

Like a reflex, my mouth clamped shut. I knew I could still get up and leave, but as his head began to lower again, I realized just how curious I'd been about how it might feel. Even if it was gross and dirty and--

My thoughts cut off sharply as his mouth met my clit.

Oh fucking hell!

It felt unreal!

Pleasure bloomed through me and I felt myself press upwards against his mouth as he started to lick along my cunt, stopping at my clit to circle it with his tongue once or twice before going back down.

What the fuck had I been thinking turning this down!? I should've had every toy burying their face down there.

"Yes..." I moaned. "Yes.... lick it! That's it. Lick my....."

He looked up at me, mouth never leaving my pussy, and I met his gaze. His eyes spoke volumes.

"Please...." I whimpered.

His look went from scolding back to that firm confidence and my head fell back against the pillow.

The world blurred as I lay moaning. I couldn't think, I could barely breathe, it felt too good. I could feel it as it was happening. This feeling, this pleasure--I was becoming addicted to it. Just that fast, I knew I'd do just about anything so long as he didn't stop.

He read my mind.

Just as I was about to crash over the edge and dive into a sea of pleasure, I felt his lips move away.

"Noooo...." I said. It came out a whine but I didn't care. I wanted, needed, for him to keep going. "Please, don't stop. Please."

"Quiet," he said, and I felt my pussy gush.

I might have squirted--I wasn't sure--but I didn't care. I just wanted him to keep going.

"You pulled away," he said, "at the beach. There are consequences for that."

I could only look at him, desperation in my eyes.

"You want this? Then earn it."

He got up and stood next to the bed, his cock hard and flush, a small bead of precum at the tip. It took me a moment but I understood what he meant and the war in my mind erupted again.

Suck his cock!? Fuck no. I don't suck cock. It's gross. It's beneath me. It's....

My mouth opened and I took the head inside. It felt warm and tasted... not quite like anything I'd experienced before. I didn't like it, shouldn't like it... did like it. Oh fuck me did I like it.

I began to suck gently on the head of his cock, my movements more instinctive than anything else, and I felt him throb. I could taste the precum as it leaked out and I found myself licking it off the tip, then swallowing it.

"That's it," he said, voice tightening. "Good girl."

I felt my arousal start to stream down the insides of my thighs as I slowly understood that I was giving him the same pleasure he'd given me. For the first time in my life, I was making a man feel good, just for the sake of it. Just because he wanted me to. Not to try to get something in return. And fuck did it feel good.

I sucked harder, my hands coming up to stroke the part of his cock not in my mouth. I kept going, and as my tongue rubbed just under his head, he gasped and let out a shuddering breath. Realizing I'd found a sensitive spot, I focused on it and in seconds he was throbbing, his cock starting to swell even larger.

"Hmm. Fuck," he grunted. "Fuck!"

I had no warning, although that may have been because this was my first time, but suddenly my mouth filled with hot thick cum. I swallowed and started moaning, stroking his cock faster to milk out everything.

I felt his legs go rigid and start to tremble. I peeked up and saw his eyes were squeezed shut, his face one of pure ecstasy, and I felt myself gush again. I sucked him through the entire orgasm and I shamefully swallowed everything. By the time he finished, we both were light-headed and panting.

"Good... girl," he moaned. "You've earned it."

With embarrassing eagerness, I climbed back onto the bed, letting my legs fall open.

He looked at me, that smug grin returning, and lowered his head back between my legs.

The moan I let out could be heard in the next apartment. At first I hoped they wouldn't mind, and then I didn't care.

The pleasure started to peak embarrassingly fast and I could actually feel him smiling against me. The proud bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. But just then, I didn't care.

The world began to narrow and I inhaled, about to scream my orgasm to the heavens, but I bit back the sound, looking down at him, my eyes asking permission.

He lifted his mouth off my throbbing clit for just a moment.

"Go ahead. You can be loud this time."

His mouth returned and the strongest orgasm of my life crashed over me.

I screamed.

And it wasn't even close to the last time that afternoon.

Our conversation with the police later that evening was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life, but I didn't regret a thing. I'd been a good girl, and I'd been rewarded.

"Maybe a little quieter next time," he said as they left.

I blushed and looked down, but couldn't help a smile.

"Yes, sir," I said.