Thursday, February 8, 2018

Sky Full of Stars ( #BDSM #FlashFiction #FemDom #GeekLove )

by Annabeth Leong

Hey there! I'm posting an unpublished story that seems to fit the theme. It's not about sex in space, but it's about sex with an astronomer and the wonder of space, so I say that's close enough!


I was a beginner. We both knew that. God, how I wanted to toss Ajay to the bed, tie those lanky limbs into the most artful tangle, and apply a wide variety of expert and creative tortures, in the forms of both pain and pleasure. But I knew I’d only embarrass myself if I got too fancy, and we’d talked enough about this that Ajay shouldn’t expect more than I could deliver.

Still, my hand shook as I stroked it down the side of his face. He smiled. “Relax,” he murmured. “That’s what this is for, right?”

I took a deep breath. “Right. So get on your knees.”

For a moment, he looked back at me with steel in his eyes. My stomach flipped over. I didn’t have any right to this, and I knew it. I’d never been sure of my own power. All my life, I’d been told I could do things—get into college, then grad school, find internships I could afford to take, somehow feed myself on meager grant funding, finish my thrice-damned thesis—and in the depths of my soul, I didn’t believe any of it. What made people think I could do that stuff? What made me think I could tell Ajay what to do? Even if he’d agreed to this. Even if it seemed like we both wanted this.

Then, slowly, smirking as he did, he sank to the floor, and my heart soared with every inch he dropped.

I put my hand on the top of his head. This was real. This was happening. Tonight, I might be able to feel in control for what seemed like the first time in my life.

“Put your hands behind your back,” I said. Behind my own back, I fingered the handcuffs I’d bought for this occasion. They hadn’t thrown me out of the sex toy store, hadn’t asked for any credentials, hadn’t asked any questions at all. I guess I’d known they wouldn’t do any of those things, but I’d still felt dizzy as I walked out with the handcuffs in a plain brown shopping bag. I’d still tensed when a police car drove past, as if the officer might leap out and demand to know what I was carrying.

I moved to the other side of Ajay, trying to make a show of it. Was it really possible for steps to be authoritative? Were mine? I berated myself for not wearing high heels, for not buying leather of some sort, but the handcuffs already represented money I could only sort of afford.

I bent down, half-expecting Ajay to twist away and laugh at my presumption. Instead, his breath quickened as I took hold of one of his wrists. It was so slender. His brown skin lightened to a dark, creamy yellow on its underside, and I traced a finger along one of his veins.

Wonder filled me as I touched him and he let me. I’d forgotten the feeling. I’d entered my grad program enchanted by the mysteries of space, and now I never looked at the sky anymore. Instead, I spent my evenings tangled in datasets and the R programming I’d had to learn on the fly and never really felt comfortable using.

I clipped the handcuffs on and took a deep breath. I’d planned out what I wanted to do—a certain amount of spanking, a certain sort of ordering him around—but I’d just gotten a better idea and I wanted to go with it. “Back up to your feet,” I murmured, helping him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been spontaneous about something. Vaguely, I recalled that part of being relaxed involved feeling free to follow a whim. Topping Ajay was working already.

I led Ajay toward the door to the fire escape. As I did, my confidence slipped. There was probably pigeon shit out there. It would be pretty private, but what if he didn’t want to be outside at all while wearing handcuffs? What if he expected a spanking, and what if this idea seemed weird and stupid to him?

The door swung open. It was cool outside, and as clear as a city night was going to get. I wanted this, and I needed to be sure he did too.

I stopped and looked him in the eye. “I want to take you outside. You’d use your safeword, right? If that made you uncomfortable?”

He smiled, softer than he did when we saw each other in the department lounge. “You can trust me,” Ajay said, and I did, and that made me feel safe taking him out into the fresh darkness and ordering him back to his knees, though the fire escape was indeed not particularly clean.

I watched his face as I pulled up my skirt. I did it slowly, not to tease him, but because my heart was beating so fast I wasn’t sure if I could stand it. He looked excited, too, and part of me wanted to burst into tears due to some bizarre combination of hope and fear.

My teeth began to chatter. I pulled him toward me until his nose touched my clit through my panties. “Take a deep breath,” I said.

Was that pervy? Or not pervy enough? We’d spent hours talking about this over drinks the week before, but now I felt like I’d asked all the wrong questions. It had been one thing to go up to him sounding all modern and confident, asking if it was true he was into kink, and whether he’d be willing to try it with me. It was something entirely different to be ordering him to soak up the scent of my pussy when we’d never even kissed. Why hadn’t I kissed him first? He’d said he was open to things getting sexual, but what if this was way too sexual, way too fast?

I heard him breathing in, though. And then I heard him moan. Then I couldn’t resist. I shoved my panties off my hips, leaned back against the fire escape guard rail, and told him to start licking.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and his tongue felt as soft as the night.

“That’s right. Take your time. Don’t try to make me come. Just make me feel good.”

I looked at the sky. I couldn’t see much, but I could see Sirius. I fixed my gaze on it and zoned out, until the pleasure Ajay gave me made me feel like I could reach that star across the light years.

I wanted him to see it, too. Easing him away from my cunt, I told him to lie on his back and redid his handcuffs to hold his arms overhead. I brushed a promise of a kiss over his lips, then knelt over him, returning my pussy to his face. His tongue pointed toward the sky just as I tilted back to look. Wonder rushed through me—of body and cosmos. I shuddered from the power of it, and I let him build that into orgasm.

Catching my breath, I looked into Ajay’s eyes. It was all reflected there. But his gaze wasn’t on Sirius. It was on me.

11 comments:

  1. Lovely! If it were an FF couple and somewhat longer I would wish you'd send it to me for BLE 19 (v. 3)

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    1. aww thank you! Probably one of the few times I've had that problem in that direction. :)

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  2. I've written about sex with an astronomer, too. The way I figure it, two writers makes a subgenre—so we've done it! (;v>

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    1. You and I could OWN the Amazon Top Ten for Books -> Fiction -> Genre -> Erotica -> Astronomers and Astrophysicists

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    2. lmao Jeremy!! Maybe we've finally found our niche! :D

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  3. Philosophers speak of the meaning of life. Being involved in a fulfilling sexual relationship makes us think we're the center of the universe. Like it's what we're meant to do-- how to BE.

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  4. I see your hashtag "Geek Love". I get the meaning as you intended here, but have you ever read the book by Katherine Dunne? It's quite an amazing work, and for some years I stayed away from fiction because I figured I'd already read the ultimate novel. Nothing seemed to compare with the scope of Dunne's imagination. I managed to get a signed first edition, which is probably rare because it didn't sell well until it came out in paperback.

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    1. I've heard lots about it, but have never actually read it, unfortunately. I know it's an oversight! Thanks for the added recommendation!

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  5. This is damn near close to perfect, Annabeth! You manage to convey so much about the main character without slowing down the action in the slightest.

    I was looking at next week's topic -- sexual negotiation -- and realized this story would fit into that theme very well also. We can discuss what we like and don't like, what we want and what our limits are, ad nauseum, but that can feel totally irrelevant in the heat of the moment.

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    1. Oh, thank you!! And yes, negotiation is so, so hard, because we don't actually know ahead of time what something is going to feel like and it's not possible to foresee all possibilities.

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