It had been foolish of me to think flirting with strangers on the internet was harmless. Not even just foolish, downright stupid. I had started out just browsing through sex forums when I was horny, flirting out in the open and enjoying the attention showered over me. It felt good. I enjoyed compliments from men, and the more vulgar attention sent a jolt to that sweet spot between my legs. Over time I made connections with a few people and we moved our conversations to private messages. It was always fun and flirty, and I never let it go too far. That is, until I met Adrian.

 

Adrian had commented back to me on a few forum posts in the past, we were friendly toward each other and I had always enjoyed our interactions. We were both delighted to find out we lived in the same bustling city and often discussed current goings-on. Flirting of course edged into our comments over time, and soon enough he messaged me directly. It was in private our conversations really took off.

 

We began exchanging photos that slowly grew ever more risqué as the weeks wore on. Eventually the messages moved past shameless flirting and became more sexually charged as we discussed our favourite positions and spoke about the pros and cons of sex toys. We started discussing kinks and fantasies at length, and I found myself telling him things I had never uttered to another person before. Dark fantasies involving bondage and submission, pain and pleasure mixing to bring me over the edge. I detailed how I wanted to be held down and forced to comply. How I wanted to be nothing more than an object for a man, or even multiple men. Most importantly, I told him how I had never explored any of this before. No partner I’d had in the past would even talk about it with me.

 

I started becoming impatient while I’d wait for his messages to come through, savouring every deliciously dirty thing he said he wanted to do to me if we ever met. It was the night I told him all about my desires to seriously explore my submissive tendencies that things took a turn. I knew he was a dominant person and enjoyed control, but as it turned out, he had more experience than I realised playing with others so to speak. He nonchalantly asked me if I’d want to get a drink with him, and like a fool with no sense of self preservation I agreed without a second thought. He then asked me if I wanted to…. explore. With him. I waited only seconds before replying with a simple ‘yes.’

 

We talked about limits and boundaries, safe words and after-care. When we finally set a time and place to meet we both got tested to give the other peace of mind. Adrian promised to push my limits softly but not cross the line, and somehow after all this I knew I could trust him.

 

Now here I was in a small seedy bar a few blocks from my apartment. Make-up on and my long auburn hair curled, I anxiously waiting for Adrian to show up. In an attempt to sooth my frazzled nerves I had ordered myself a sweet fruity drink. Suddenly I saw him appear in the bar entrance. His pictures online did not do him justice at all. My stomach dropped as he approached me and a warm smile spread across his face. He was wearing a dark grey suit with a crisp white shirt, his dark hair was cut in a low fade, parted to the side. His green eyes were electrifying as he looked me up and down, a hunter sizing up his prey. I shivered involuntarily at the thought before standing up to greet him. It was then I realised just how tall he actually was. At 6’4” I had known he was technically tall, but now standing next to him my 5’8” frame seemed impossibly tiny despite being curvy with wider hips.

 

He leaned in for a hug and settled his hand on my lower back. I shuddered against him and took in his scent. An alluring mix of musky cologne and what I can only assume to be his natural smell washed over me like a warm breeze. He spoke softly against my ear, “Hello, Kitten. I hope you weren’t waiting long.”

 

Kitten. My mind raced and I felt my cheeks flush at his words. He had never called me Kitten before Just my name, Sara, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I stepped back from him as he let go of my waist, smiling up at him. “Not long at all! You’re right on time.” I responded as I slid back onto the stool at the end of the bar. He grinned and sat next to me, motioning to the bartender and ordering himself a whiskey. I looked at him as I took a sip of my drink. His eyes burned into mine and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I quickly looked away, flustered, and he chuckled.

 

“Oh Kitten, this is going to be fun…” There was a bite in his low voice as he slid his hand over my knee. He took a sip of his whiskey and smiled. I bit my lip and felt a shiver go up my spine. I couldn’t believe the affect he was having on me, and we had only just sat down for a drink.

 

I steeled my nerves and looked at him again, determined not to fold before we even discussed anything. I smiled at him and slid my hand over his on my knee. “Shall we go over the plan then? Before I walk you back to my apartment and let you have your filthy way with me?” I responded, holding his gaze as I slid his hand up my thigh and just under the edge of my short skirt. He raised an eyebrow at me and an amused look spread across his face. He gripped my leg and slowly dug his fingertips into my soft thigh. In my gut I knew it was a warning. “You are playing with fire, little Kitten.”

 

I had to bite my lip to suppress a moan. I opened my mouth to tell him I could handle the heat, but before I could get the words out he held onto my thigh tighter and leaned in close. His lips brushed my ear and his voice was a velvet whisper so inviting, yet what he said had every hair on my body standing on edge. “I already know your limits. I know what you want. What you need. But if you continue to tease me, this is your one and only warning that I will not make things easy for you.”

 

My. God. It felt like time stood still. I could feel myself growing wetter between my legs with every passing second. Adrian pulled back from me and smiled a wicked smile, finally releasing his vice-like grip on my thigh. He spoke again in a normal tone, “Are we clear?” All I could do was nod. I reached a shaky hand out and grabbed my drink, quickly downing the rest of the sweet liquid. Adrian laughed and followed suit. He slammed back the rest of his whiskey and set his glass next to mine. He removed a note from his wallet and left it on the bar near our empty glasses before turning to me. “Are you ready, Kitten?”

 

It was a question but it had such an air of authority to it that I didn’t dare say no. I stood up and grabbed my bag. As we walked toward the exit Adrian stopped me and leaned in close. In a soft whisper against my ear he said, “Before we go I need you to take off your panties and give them to me.” My heart leapt into my throat and I looked up at him silently. I glanced toward the restroom door to the side of the bar and nodded, unable to find the words I  turned to go toward it.

 

Adrian quickly grabbed my wrist and held me still. He looked down at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen from him yet. “No, not in there. Right here. Now.” My jaw dropped slightly and I felt my cheeks burn. He smirked and waited, hand outstretched in front of him. “Kitten, I’d not make me wait if I was you.” My eyes darted around the bar. There weren’t many patrons, but we weren’t exactly hidden where we were standing.

 

I set my bag on a barstool and slid my hands under my skirt. Trying not to lift it too high as I fumbled with my panties, I finally inched them down my hips and thighs. Bending over slightly to step out of them, I heard a sharp whistle from behind me and snapped my head back to look. An older man was sitting in a booth watching me. He had a grin from ear to ear and gave me a thumbs up. My face burned hot and I quickly looked away, shoving my black lace thong into Adrian’s hand. He laughed at my embarrassment and pocketed my panties, smiling as he did. “Aww, did you get caught?” I nodded sheepishly as I picked up my bag.

 

He grabbed my hand and linked his fingers with mine, tugging me out of the bar. The cool night air blew over my face as we came out onto the sidewalk. I was painfully aware of how short my skirt was when I felt a rush of air between my thighs over my now exposed wet slit. I shivered and squeezed Adrian’s hand slightly. He looked down at me and ran his thumb over mine, almost a sweet gesture. It calmed my nerves slightly as he spoke. “Alright Kitten, you did very well. I’m pleased.” And he genuinely was. I could feel it in his voice. I smiled softly and met his gaze, “Thank you…. Sir.” The last word hung in the air between us, heavy and full of meaning. I could feel Adrian’s eyes searching mine, unsure what he was looking for. Suddenly he leaned in and laid a soft kiss against my lips. It surprised me how tender it was. His hand moved over my cheek and he kissed me again, deeper this time. He pressed his tongue over my lips teasingly, eliciting a moan from me. I leaned back and our eyes met again. There was an urgency in his voice as he spoke. “Alright Kitten, lead the way. This is the last time you’ll be in charge for the rest of the night.” I shivered at his words. Holding onto him for dear life, as if I might float away if I let go, I started down the street hand in hand with this man I had just met.

 

We approached the building and I pointed toward it, “This is the one..” I said quietly. My heart thudded in my chest as I opened the door. We quickly passed the reception desk and I nodded toward the clerk, pressing the call button for the elevator. Adrian slid his hand out of mine and placed it on my lower back to guide me into the elevator when the doors opened.