Campfire Chronicles: Sake & S’Mores

Below is part one of three.


Part 1

“What the fuck was that?” Felicity asked, her doe-brown eyes growing wide with fear. The soft light from the campfire illuminated her terrified face. “You know I’m scared of bears. I think we should go back to the cabin. This BDSM camping was never a good idea for me!”

She pulled at the soft, goose-down comforter covering her nakedness as if it was knightly armor that would protect her from a wild beast planning to spring out on them at any moment.

Jackson smiled and threw another log on the fire. “I told you, it’s still too cold for bears. This is their hibernation season and so, it’s the best time for you to be out here.” He moved toward Felicity now, who sat on a felled tree serving as a bench in front of the fire. She sipped on a small cup of sake. Jackson stopped right in front of her, his naked manhood just inches from her face, he asked, “Are you ready to play? It will take your mind off the noises of nature. The only thing you need to focus on is me, sub.”

Felicity lifted the cup to her painted red lips and took one final sip, her eyes never left his. The liquid warmed her body and calmed her mind. She nodded, “I’m ready, Dom.” At the same time she eased out of the blanket and stood in the At Your Service pose she had practiced earlier at a submissive posing session. Jackson felt a pulling sensation in his groin as his eyes took in Felicity’s chocolate colored skin, round curves, and ample breasts.

He had an intense look on his face that she couldn’t quite place. Before she could decide if it was lust or anger, he leaned in close and claimed her mouth, tongue touching tongue, he licked and then bit her bottom lip.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as he sucked and licked at her top lip now. Her mind was racing from one sensation to the next, pain mixed with pleasure and intense desire. Then he plunged his tongue into her mouth for a deep exploration. She opened wide and gave herself over.

Just as her brain was floating away with the sensation, Jackson stood back and lightly but firmly slapped the left side of her face.

“Ouch,” she thought. “What the…,” breaking her shocked silent thoughts, he slapped her on the right side a little harder.

Felicity thought about invoking their safe word, “Enough,” but she wanted this experience and while her face stung now on both sides, she decided she could handle it. Oddly, the stinging sensation made her nipples ache and stiffen even more, which was quickly followed by a growing moistness between the thick of her thighs.

Jackson’s hands held her face on both sides and then slowly began to make their way down her body. One hand squeezed at her neck ever so slightly but with increasing pressure, while the other circled her left breast and pinched her aching bud.

“Kneel down, sub,” he said and Felicity sank to her knees, assuming the Kneel Down position. On her knees this way, she was closer to the fire and the warmth felt good on her body. She braced for more punishment and tried to calm her racing heart by listening to the sound of the crickets in the dark beyond.

“I had to punish you for doubting me, but you won’t make that mistake again. Right, sub?” Jackson asked while grabbing a fistful of her hair in his right hand. “Nod, don’t speak! Don’t you fucking say a word,” he commanded.

Felicity nodded yes and her eyes carried the same look as they had earlier when talking about bears. Jackson smiled and gently pulled her head back so that she could see the calming look on his face, still firmly holding her hair, he added, “I won’t let anything happen to you. I never would. You’re mine and I’ll protect you.”

Looking down into her dark brown eyes, in a voice just above a whisper he said, “Kiss me.” And he began to pull her closer toward him.

This was what she had been thinking about ever since Jackson brought up the BDSM camping experience. She imagined herself on her knees on the beach tasting him for the first time.

She leaned into the pull and placed one hand around his stiffening member and the other on his muscular thigh to help her balance. Feeling the hardness of his muscles and throbbing pole, mixed with the arousing smell of him, excited her even more and she licked gently at his tip while stroking him up and down. Her touch made him grow, and she closed her warm wet mouth around his cock and heard him exhale sharply.

She took him further and deeper into her mouth, licking and sucking and tasting. She moaned around his thickness, fuck, he tasted better than she imagined. The sound of his breath quickening, and the occasional epithet that escaped from between his clenched jaw, increased the longing between her thighs and she moved her balancing hand down to slip two fingers into her waiting wetness.

He pulled her head back and said, “Get your fingers out of your pussy! That’s mine too!” She moved quickly to comply and her mouth was back on him. Her hand, now wet on two fingertips, returned to his thigh, which she now massaged smoothing her wet fingers over the muscles once again.

The moisture from her love pocket on his leg made him eager with anticipation to feel her, but he had plans for that pussy and he would take his time. Thinking about her sex while feeling her soft mouth stroke his cock was more than he could take. Jackson pulled Felicity’s head back, groaned deeply from inside his throat, and released his own love juice all over her face, mouth, and breasts. Felicity licked at him feverishly like she couldn’t get enough.

He was stroking himself now and squeezing every last drop into her waiting mouth while shuttering orgasmically. And, after a few last spasms, Jackson looked down and in a breathless voice said, “That was amazing, sub… Now have a seat, I have a reward for you.”

He helped Felicity to her feet and back to sit on the stump where she covered herself with the comforter once again, discreetly using it to wipe her hands and face.

Jackson raised a hand and out of the shadows stepped a tall thin man with a guitar who positioned himself on the other side of the campfire and began a slow acoustic rendition of a-ha’s “Take on Me.”

Felicity was amazed! Had this guy been there waiting this whole time? Did he watch her with Jackson? What the hell? Her mind raced with so many questions, but he played so beautifully and the fire felt so warm and soothing, which helped her relax.

She turned to ask Jackson a question and he was closer than she expected. Right at her side, he handed her another cup of sake and a warm s’more just from the fire. “Milady,” he said with a smile that told her this was only the beginning.




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