The Morning Ride (an erotic short story with exhibitionism, light BDSM) Read Free Page B

much,” she gasped.
    But he didn’t stop, twisting and twisting, pausing only to drop spit onto his fingers before he squeezed her raw clit again.
    “Nearly there, almost, love…”
    She glanced down between her legs and realized her clit was engorged, elongating. He pressed now on the base, pumping it like a tiny cock. She hadn’t known, had never managed that on her own, and now that he was doing it, she knew what he meant. She hadn’t been ready. Not nearly, but she was there now.
    Her fingernails dug into his thighs and raked him. Her entire body quivered and shuddered. Sweat coated her chest, her face, and still he stroked her. “Please,” she keened.
    Daniel kissed her cheek. “Now,” he whispered.
    Sophie screamed, the explosion radiating outward from her clit to every extremity. Her body bowed and arched, her vision narrowed to a tunnel, and still he pumped, not releasing her clit until she rested limply against his body.
    Sophie knew with a certainty that her clit would be swollen for days. That every time she crossed her legs, she’d feel the ache. She turned her head and gave Daniel a shy smile. “Thank you.”
    Daniel’s arms enclosed her. His hands gently cupped her breasts. “Am I a monster?”
    “You, love,” she whispered, “are a master.” She breathed deeply and shook her head. “But what about you?” He was still hard and lodged deep inside her.
    He smiled. “You’re done in, but tomorrow, when we ride the train, I’m going to ask something of you and you will give it to me.”
    Sophie knew what he asked would be something she would never consider on her own, something shameful and shocking, but she nodded. “I’ll do anything, Daniel.” Anything to lure him to her bed again.
    *
    The train came to a halt at 42nd. She held her breath, not raising her head until she saw those familiar loafers stop in front of her. Today, he wore an overcoat. Was it going to rain? She glanced up, and he held out his hand. Leading the way, he took her to the back of the car into a corner. They held onto the bar and stood so close the motion of the train made them sway together.
    Daniel reached for her hand and cupped it against his cock. He was erect, his cock straight against his zipper. His belt already hung loose at his waist. Without being told what he wanted, she guessed, and opened his button, slowly slid down the zipper, then drew his cock from inside his pants.
    She glanced sideways; no one could see between their bodies. They might guess what was happening, but they wouldn’t know. She lifted her hand and licked her palm, then gripped him firmly.
    Daniel leaned toward her ear as she began to stroke him. “I dreamed of you all night.”
    “I went to sleep with my fingers petting my sore clit.”
    He chuckled, and she leaned her head against his shoulder as she stroked him again and again.
    As they rode, she paused only when the train entered a station, her hand still but clasping firmly around him.
    He kissed her cheek. “Your scarf,” he whispered. She slid it surreptitiously from her neck and gave it to him. He held it over his cockhead and she stroked again, listening as he groaned softly and spilled his seed on the pretty silk.
    When he’d finished, he stuffed the scarf in his pocket. She zipped him up and raised her face.
    His kiss was hot, possessive of her mouth. When she drew away to breathe, he followed. “Tonight,” he said, placing his forehead against hers. “I won’t play with your clit. I have another spot to torture.”
    Sophie smiled, happy she’d pleased him and sure he would see her again. He’d have to return the scarf.
    “Tomorrow night, my place,” he ringed her wrist, as though testing it for size. “I have several somethings to show you.”

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