Christmas Eve with Ian

It was now precisely eight o'clock. I walked into the dining room and the scene actually took my breath away.

There were candles in crystal, the most beautiful flowers in reds and tiny white roses wrapped in pine greenery.

"Layla, I've told you how beautiful you are, seeing you now you have taken my breath away."

Ian walked towards me and took my hand in his. He was stunningly handsome. The crisp white shirt, the simple red vest and black trousers was indeed striking.

"Layla, sit here and let me pour you some wine. We have a marvelous celebration dinner courtesy of the Farmer's Basket and yours truly. We'll drink, eat and be merry."

Dinner was scrumptious. There was a tray of the most delicious array of sea food. The smoked salmon was delicate and perfect with the small toast points. Ian had Chateau Briand, creped asparagus and wild rice with roasted fruits and chestnuts. I smiled when he pulled back the linen napkin and revealed steaming crisp popovers.

I think we ate and laughed and ate and laughed for almost two hours. We cleared the table and told silly jokes. Andrea Botticelli was singing Perfidia when Ian began to dance me around the room.

"You were born to be in my arms. You're like a dream running across my mind when we're together like this."

"That's because when I'm in your arms it's twice as sweet. Did I thank you for this incredibly beautiful dress? And let me tell you how much I adore my glass slippers, you have indeed made me feel like a princess."

"This only the beginning, I have many surprises in store for you my Layla. You have given me more than I could have ever imagined in just these last twenty four hours. It's only Christmas Eve; Santa hasn't come down the chimney quite yet."

When do we stop believing in Santa, I couldn't help but think never.

"How would you like a wee glass of Chambord, I know how much you enjoy it after dinner."

"Ian, how could you possibly remember so many things?"

"Let me get that for you and we can sit by the fire and talk about it, how does that sound?"

Without waiting for an answer Ian disappeared and returned in minutes with my Chambord and a snifter of brandy for himself.

"My sweet cherub, there are many things that I know about you. I know you love Chambord; I know you hate lima beans. I know you're a fierce business competitor; you detest dishonesty and adore animals. I know how much you love music; you have it playing all the time. You can't swim and hate the beach. You don't tan you burn.

You've been a devoted daughter and still miss your mother every day. The level of your intelligence knows no boundaries. You don't understand how anyone can be unfair for any reason. There is a God but you don't need a church to pray. Loyalty and truth are the corner stone's of whom you are. Now, how do I know, remember all these things, because I listen."

Now I was listening, hearing him tell me who I am.

"We have spent many hours together in the past, we've talked about many things, and I heard every word you've said. Layla, I have always admired the woman you are. Now, I know you as a lover. I have learned how to touch you, what you like, what drives you mad. I know how it feels to be deep inside you feeling your orgasm build and I know what it feels like to fill you. I know that you don't care if I can't get an erection; I know there are so many ways I can give you all you need."

I couldn't help but smile as Ian spoke. I didn't see how truly attentive he is, how much of what I need is important to him.

"Knowing that you love having your nipples sucked and pinched until they ache. I've now seen the wanton woman in you. You have been extremely sexual and very sensual, in the most respectful way. I have always thought of myself as just too damn old for you, I know now that my age is actually a plus. I'm not exactly sure how you came to find old men so very appealing, however, I will be eternally grateful to the man who molded you into the woman you are. There are moments when you're a refined lady and there is the lady that knows when to be someone else, you're intuition and perception is keen and cunning at times. There isn't a second that I know exactly what you're thinking or for that matter what will come out of your mouth in a conversation. I do know there is no facade, no gamesmanship. If I have any regrets, it that it's taken me all this time to get up the nerve to act on my own desire to know you in a personal way."

"Ian, do you believe that life has a plan for all of us? I truly think that the time wasn't right before this, now I only hope we don't waste a single minute. You may know me better than I know myself. If it were ever possible for me to be speechless this could have been the moment, however, I am never at a loss words, so, if you know all these things, then you must know that I want you, I want your arms around me, your lips kissing me and your hands, I definitely want your hands."

I stood up and reached behind me, lowered the zipper on my dress and let fall to the floor at my feet. We weren't children, there didn't need to be another word.

I walked closer to him and he began kissing my body. When his tongue licked my stomach and his mouth opened and greedily sucked in my nipple I told him what I wanted.

"Yesss, suck it harder, bite me, I love the pain when it becomes intense pleasure."

I reached up and cupped my breasts in my hands. I teased him, running my nipples across his lips and when he tried to take them in his mouth I pulled them away.

"You want to suck these sweet tits, make my nipples burn, then take them."

Ian pulled me down to him and grabbed my tits in his hands, squeezing and mauling me. He wrapped both hands around my right breast and squeezed it tightly; the strength in his hands was unrelenting. He bit the tender flesh and I screamed, he bit me again and I moaned and wanted more. Now both nipples are in his mouth, he's sucking harder and I want more.

"Yesss, that's how I like it, harder, harder, make it hurt so good."

When he let me go he put his hand between my legs.

"My God, you are so wet, you want my tongue don't you Layla, you want me to suck you and make you cum, don't you, tell me, tell me Layla!"

"That's right, that's what I want, I want your tongue to lick my wet pussy and make me cum in your mouth, do it!"

Ian leaned back in the sofa and pulled me up. He put one foot on each side of his lap and my pussy was right in front of his mouth.

"Pinch those nipples for me Layla, twist them and squeeze them. Now we play the game. Don't you cum until I tell you too, if you cum I'll punish you, do you understand me?"

Who was this?

Suddenly this quiet man was taking charge and I liked it, very much, I liked it very, very much.

I reached for my nipples and pinched and pulled at them. The pain was so sweet, I rubbed them and I lifted one nipple to my mouth and began sucking it. His eyes opened wide and they became dark and intense, he liked this, this show of confidence.

Every time I bit down I moaned, he watched and loved every minute. Finally he pulled my pussy closer and I felt his hard tongue searching for my pleasure knob, he wrapped his lips around my pulsing clit and began sucking, in and out of his mouth.

Over and over, he sucked me in and let me go until I grabbed his head and furiously fucked his mouth. I felt the powerful urge and rode it all the way to the edge.

Ian tried to pull away and I held tighter until I felt the first flash. I didn't let go until I passed the point of complete submission to my own passion and fever.

Ian let me have my way; he brought me to a strong powerful climax. When I couldn't take one more touch of his mouth I pulled away. When I couldn't stand on my feet another second I released him and fell to his lap.

"You've been a bad girl Layla; you didn't stop and wait for permission, now I have no choice but to punish you."

Yes, punish me; you know that's what I want.

"I want you to go into the bedroom and wait for me."

I liked this game, I wanted more.

I crawled off his lap and walked into the bedroom.

I was reckless and I wanted to pay the price. I would test his will against my own; I wasn't ready to back down just yet.

In a few minutes he walked into the bedroom and smiled as he spoke.

"Lie down on the bed Layla."

The room was barely lit; the covers were turned down, waiting for me. I lay down and waited for his punishment.

"You disobeyed me, you were told to do something and you rebelled and now you must be punished. That's what you want isn't it, you want the punishment. You know me well don't you. You played the consummate lady and all the while you're a hellcat. From the moment you first submitted to me you knew we would come to this and you wanted it all along. When we're done here, you will be mine. You'll have no choice but to accept me and what I want will be what you want."

The cat and mouse game had come to an end, now we would play for the power we both wanted from the other. I was at last at his mercy, the place I wanted to be. Now it was time to see who could be stronger. Let the match begin.

Ian walked to his side of the bed and opened the drawer in the night table.

"Close your eyes Layla."

The room was deadly quiet. I was cold, the air had changed and the warmth was abating.

There was a sound that I wasn't familiar with, a rustling sound. Something was being put over my eyes, a scarf I think. I was suddenly unable to see anything, my desire was getting stronger. I was blindfolded and in complete darkness,I wanted more.

"Layla, you've brought out another side to this old man. You've tested me, every step of the way you've taunted me and I suspect wanted to see just how far you could push me. It's true I have led a quiet life. My personal life has been very private. There were moments of weakness when I let you see a glimpse of the man I am, and for the most part, you choose to look the other way and ignore the obvious. Perhaps you weren't ready."

I was listening intently, and the level of my arousal was rising.

"In the many conversations we have shared I took great strides to carefully keep you at arm's length. I suspect you were somewhat bored at the prospect of spending the holiday alone. It was very kind of you to call and offer your companionship. Our cat and mouse game ended when I told you what you wanted and that I was more than willing to be a pawn in your game of seduction."

All these words were true. I set out to seduce him and he knew it. There was a side to Ian that was very private. I always had suspicions that there was a darker side, but he took great care to conceal the truth I knew was about to be discovered.

"You, my sweet cherub, are as I've said, quite a remarkable woman. I know many things about you because you wanted me to know."

What better way to seduce a man than to tell him who you are?

"You are as you said sexually aligned with a more mature man. You're experiences as a young woman was merely the stepping off point for what or rather who you were to become. I have decided to be exactly who I am. I am a strong willed man who expects complete obedience. I have given you great latitude and you have blurred the line by your own doing."

Yes, this was a side of Ian I hadn't really addressed, I liked it.

"This night you will become mine, body and soul. I don't have to inflict pain or withhold what you want for your complete submission; I simply have to show you that by understanding the roles we play you will have all you desire and need. Now, this is what you receive when you rebel and ignore my requests. This can't be what you want, to be placed in a situation where you have no control."

I was listening and just like an obedient child I remained quiet although I wanted to tell him to stop talking and show me.

"I suspect you would much rather submit and be treated like the princess you want to be. It pains me to see you in this state, I would much rather see you enjoying the fruits of your knowledge. Do you understand what I'm saying Layla?"

This was the test of wills. I could easily get up; collect my things leave this house and I would remain in total control. If I submitted, gave him control I would still have everything I want. I think the word "Obedience" was somehow alien to me. I started the game and now I had to make an intelligent move.

"Yes, I understand and I'm ready to obey you completely."

This strength, this dominant/submissive role play was even more exciting than I realized.

"That's good Layla. I told you I would punish you if you disobeyed me and I intend to do just that. When we're through here you will see why compliance is so very important."

Ian obviously had more experience in this realm so it would be to my benefit to act accordingly. I lay in this bed, and waited quietly for the Master to school me, all the while feeling an intense desire getting stronger.

"Most people think that in any dominant/submissive relationship the master or dominant personality is in fact the partner who takes the will away from the submissive partner. In my case that is not true at all. I am dominant only as long as you submit, if you begin to rebel, pay no attention to or refuse my wishes, our roles switch and that's not at all what you want."

No, what I wanted was to be in control, to be the one who took charge and got what she wanted. Maybe, I would let him believe he was making all the choices.

"In order to have control you must trust that I understand what you need and will ultimately give it to you."

I would get what I wanted simply because I was a master at this game myself.

"Now, I may be a very different mindset than a true dominant, I don't profess to be the text book master so to speak, I have my own way of doing things. I have decided to discipline you in such a way as too show you that by submitting to me you will garner the reward."

Ian came to the bed and lay down beside me. His hands moved over my body gently, teasing me. I began to understand the role we both played. I wanted him to do what I wanted, to touch me passionately, to excite me, give me that rush of passion.

This was much different, the feelings weren't like a fever, and they were more like a warmth building instead of an inferno that would burn itself out in a matter of minutes.

"I have suspected for some time that you are in a constant state of arousal. You are an enthusiastic challenging lover, unlike many; you take pleasure in the telling of how you want to be touched, it excites you, to be in command of every situation. While I certainly adore the hellcat, I'd like to know the softer, compliant side that you have. Make no mistake, Layla, there is another side to you, it peeks through every now and then."

All the while he was speaking he was also touching me. The words were quiet, slow and softly spoken, the touches, they were so absolutely unfamiliar to me.

"Ummm, your nipples are so pink, if I barely touch them with the tip of my tongue, I can feel them stiffen, yes, you like that, and it only gets better."

I couldn't look at him, I couldn't see what he was doing, and I had to feel it.

With each slow uncertain lick I was brought to a slow deep feeling of arousal. The sucking was painless and deliberate; I wanted it to go on and on.

Ian slipped his hand between my legs and barely touched my lips, it sent chills up and down my body, shivers, and it felt so good. As he slipped one finger into me all I felt was pleasure, up and down, I could hear the wetness and the movement.

"That's right, now you feel it don't you, pure pleasure, without the pain, it's so good isn't it Layla, so good to feel all this deep down inside, you're so wet, your clit is swollen, should I touch it like this, feel my finger rolling over and over, so slow, it's better, the feeling is strong and building nice and slowly."

I loved every touch, I was beginning to feel the start of an orgasm every time his finger touched my stiffened clit, and then it would stop, and then he would start again, and it was sooo fucking good.

I felt Ian move down the bed, I wanted his mouth, I wanted to scream at him to do it, and he sensed the struggle.

"Shhh, slow down Layla, slowly, enjoy the moments, every one, it will only get better."

I felt his hands slip under me and cup my cheeks and I took a deep breath, knowing that the next thing I would feel was his tongue licking and sucking me.

His wet warm tongue licked the insides of my thighs, I heard myself moaning, and felt my hips grinding up and down into the bed.

"Ohh, please, let me cum, suck my clit, please, just lick it now, I need to cum."

He flattened his tongue and licked me from the bottom of my pussy to the top, slow and easy, over and over, never touching my clit. I felt his teeth bite my lips and I was delirious with the pleasure it gave me. As Ian's tongue curled around my pulsing clit and just circled it round and round I thought I'd finally be given the release I needed.

"Layla, reach down and part your lips for me, show me what you want me to tease and lick, don't tell me, show it to me Layla."

Oh my God, this was so hot, so erotic, show it to me, and don't tell me, yess, I want you to see it, hard and jutting out, begging for your lips.

I reached down, spreading my legs wide, and slipping my fingers into my wetness, I felt for my clit, it was so big, I parted my lips, and I could feel the air on my pulsing bud, it was exposed and pleading for his mouth to make love to it.

The hot breath came first, then the cool wetness of his tongue. He teased me, brought me so close, sucking just hard enough, stopping before I could cum, grabbing my clit in his lips and sucking up and down, the tender nerves being touched and tickled, and then he stopped.

"Now I have another surprise for you."

I heard him moving, and then I felt something hard, he was going to fuck me, yesss, that's what I want, fuck me hard and give me what I want.

"Lift your beautiful ass up Layla; I'm putting a pillow under you and then the surprise."

I felt the pillow slip under me and I knew I was up high off the bed, my pussy on a platter, ready to be served up and used for his pleasure.

I felt the hardness against my lips, searching for an open path inside me.

It wasn't Ian, it was hard and stiff. I felt him twist it as he pushed it into me. Oh my God, it had to be a huge dido, it was thick and long, and the deeper into me he sent it the more I wanted all of it.

"That's right Layla, a hard long thick cock that won't get soft, I can fuck this pussy all night with this, slow, or fast, deep and hard, just the way you love it. You should see your cunt eating this cock up; your lips are clinging to it, so wet and tight all around it. Maybe a little attention to your pouting clit, I'll rub it while I fuck you, feels sooo good doesn't it, of course it does, and it's about to get better."

When the vibrations started, I screamed it felt so fucking good, every time he pulled it out he let it rub my clit, and vibrate on it for a second or two. This was torture and I never wanted it to stop.

"You've been a very good girl Layla, so good I think it's time, do you think it time?"

I couldn't say anything, I couldn't think of anything except the feeling in my pussy and the orgasm that was rising and begging to be let loose.

Ian moved back towards me, his hand furiously fucking me with the huge dildo, I was right there, a few more thrusts and I would be over the edge, then I felt his tongue beating my clit and I was pulled down deep into a delicious ocean of slamming waves inside me.

Ian reached up and pulled the blindfold off my eyes, I could see him fucking me wildly and felt his fingers grabbing hold of my clit and jerking it round and round to give me every bit of this spectacular orgasm he could.