Meeting James – Chapter 10.1

2017 true sex story: Meeting James – Chapter 10.1

by melanieatplay

True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Romance

James and Melanie vacation in Mexico.

I opened one eye, and quickly closed it. I was trying to force myself back to sleep because subconsciously, I knew it was way too early to be awake. Fresh, clean salt air from the ocean permeated my nostrils, and it smelled divine.

Both of my eyes were now open and I came to the unfortunate conclusion that I’d never get back to sleep. James’s arm was wrapped securely around me, holding me tight as we slept. I’d always loved being the little spoon, and feeling his hard body pressed against mine all night was something I sorely missed in the month since I’d seen him.

I looked over and noticed that the large sliding glass door to the upper floor balcony was open and letting in a gentle, warm wind from off the ocean and it was making its way into the master bedroom. I thought of staying in bed cuddled up against James. However, I knew my stirring would eventually wake him, and I knew he must be tired.

Carefully, I slid out from underneath his arm, grabbed one of his large white t-shirts from a nearby chair and made my way to the bathroom to use the toilet.

I stepped back into the bedroom and smiled when I observed that James was still sleeping peacefully. We had a late night the evening before. I flew from McCarran to LAX to meet him, and from there, we traveled together to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Our flight hadn’t departed until nine so after we cleared customs, took the half hour limo ride from the airport to the resort, and got checked in, it was after one in the morning.

James had booked us into a three-bedroom suite affectionately nicknamed the Surfer’s Villa. All three bedrooms were on the upper floor, and the living area was on the bottom floor.

I made my way downstairs to the kitchen and brewed a pot of coffee. While there, I took a moment to survey my surroundings. The entire suite was tastefully decorated in rustic, old world Mexican decor. However, the almost rustic ambiance was in sharp contrast to sleek, modern southwestern paintings and sculptures prominently displayed on the walls that reminded me of a Beverly Hills art gallery. It was a delightful decorative duality that I immediately loved.

The first floor of the suite had a spacious living room, casual eating area, formal dining room, and a full gourmet kitchen. I had to admit; it wasn’t quite as visually stunning as the suite at the Bellagio. However, the nearby beach, crystal blue water, and white sand more than compensated for any lack of decor.

I grabbed my coffee and opened the sliding door to the massive deck. The large open-air patio had a small in-ground pool, hot tub, and several lounge chairs and daybeds for sunbathing. Additionally, there were stairs that led down to the white sand beach, and about fifty feet beyond that was the Pacific Ocean.

I had picked up a brochure from the front desk when we checked in, and I browsed through it as I sipped my coffee. I was surprised to learn the resort was divided into two separate areas. The first was designed specifically for tourists who were traveling with their families. There were pictures of several playgrounds and a small water park.

The brochure mischievously designated the second area of the resort as an adults-only playground. My jaw dropped open as I read that the beach below was topless optional and the large pool on the adult side was also topless optional. I was beginning to realize why James had picked this resort instead of some of the many others.

I tried to put this shocking discovery out of my mind by grabbing my Ernest Hemingway book, A Farewell to Arms.

I’m not sure how much time had passed, perhaps an hour, or a bit more. Regardless, two chapters and three cups of coffee later, I felt a presence behind me.

“It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”

I turned and looked up into James’ crystal blue eyes and put down my book. He was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt.

“You can’t beat the view.” I paused for a moment before continuing, “I bet all of your girlfriends love coming here with you.”

He gave me a disapproving look. I could tell he didn’t think much of my saucy remark.

“Other than my wife and kids, you’re the first woman I’ve brought here.”

He took a sip of his coffee before continuing.

“Besides, all of my other girlfriends prefer Puerto Vallarta.”

We both broke into big smiles.

Smart ass.

We silently sipped our coffee for a few moments until James broke the silence.

“We never discussed last month at the Bellagio. Is there anything you want to talk about?”

I could feel my face glowing red in embarrassment as the memories of that torrid night played back in my mind. The cable ties, the flogger, the red marks all over my body, the deep red welts on my ass, and the panic attack I suffered after James left that morning. Even though my body healed from the physical effects of that evening, I knew that I still hadn’t fully processed the emotional and psychological ramifications of what I allowed him to do.

“Well?” James said, bringing me back to the now.

I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts. There was so much I didn’t understand about James and the lifestyle. For better or worse, I wanted to learn more and get some of the puzzling things between us out in the open.

I looked up, and our eyes met.

“Why did you restrain me?”

He gave me a wide-eyed, uneasy look.

“Sometimes, I forget how inexperienced you are.”

He took a deep breath.

“For a submissive, being restrained is about giving up control and trusting the dominant with their safety and well-being. By restraining you, I was in complete and total control.”

I felt a tear come to my eye.

“It scared me.”

His eyes widened.

“So you felt nothing but fear the entire time?”

I hesitated for a moment and tried to collect my thoughts.

“No. I was afraid, but… I felt so many different emotions.”

He spoke slowly as if emphasizing every syllable.

“Tell me every single thing you felt.”

I looked down.

His gaze.

He had such a penetrating gaze. It was as if he could see right through me, and at that moment, I felt so uncomfortable.

I looked into his eyes and studied his facial expressions.

My uneasiness. My apprehensiveness. This conversation… it was turning him on.

“Being tied up, and especially that blindfold… it magnified every sexual impulse that went through my body that night.”

He smiled.

“You’re a natural submissive. You were afraid, but you didn’t let that emotion control you and you fought through it which let you experience everything I had to show you.”

I hated that word: Submissive.

To me, a submissive was someone who was weak and powerless. Someone who let the world run over them while standing there and letting it happen.

“So you want me fragile and helpless?”

He shook his head.

“A submissive has the ultimate authority, a lot of power, Melanie. However, they choose to give it to their dominant. It’s called a power exchange.”

We sipped our coffee for a few moments until James broke the silence again.

“Tell me the other things you were feeling.”

I thought for a moment.

“Aside from being afraid, I felt challenged. You were trying to break me, and I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Break you? Is that why you didn’t use your safe words?”

I looked down in embarrassed silence which gave James the answer to his question.

“This isn’t a game about winning or losing. It’s about your safety while we explore and find your limits.”

He paused for a moment.

“I wasn’t trying to ‘break you,’ as you call it. I was helping you discover how much pain you felt comfortable experiencing.”

“I shouldn’t like experiencing pain at all.”

He gave me a disapproving look.

“We’ve talked about this before, Melanie. It’s okay to like what you like. Don’t let society’s view of ‘normal’ influence what you want to experience sexually. What we choose to do in the privacy of our bedroom is no one else’s concern.”

I took a deep breath.

“Sometimes what we do affects other people, though.”

He gave me a hard stare.

“What people, what do you mean?”

“It was difficult for Gianna to see me the morning after we…”

My voice began to crack, and I could feel tears welling start up in my eyes.

James took a big sip of his coffee and collected his thoughts.

“I realize this isn’t easy for you, Melanie.” He paused before continuing, “I can only suggest that you be forthright with her concerning what you like sexually and it would also be beneficial if you were honest with yourself.”

I gave him a cold stare.

“And just what does that mean?”

“Pain, when administered properly, can exponentially intensify any sexual act and whether you’re willing to admit it to yourself or not, you enjoy it more than most.”

Was he right? Am I a pain slut? Or even worse, am I letting him turn me into one?

That thought was almost too horrific to contemplate.

He continued.

“The most important thing to remember is establishing your limits.”

I thought for a moment.

“There were a couple of times when you were close… you got very close to the amount of pain I could take.”

He gave me a disapproving look.

“I gave you very explicit instructions Melanie before we began that session. What should you have done?”

“I should have said the word ‘yellow’.”

He gave me another cold stare.

“Yes, you should have because that would have told me you were close to the amount of pain you wanted to experience and I would have backed off.”

We silently sipped our coffee for a few moments before he broke the silence.

“I love your competitiveness and your mental and physical strength. However, during a session, you must be cognizant of your safe words and use them if you need to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand,” I said softly.

He stood up and grabbed both of our empty cups and went back inside into the kitchen to refill them. He moved so smoothly, so confidently. Like he owned the room. It reminded me of the first night we met in that large ballroom at the Paris. A few seconds later, he walked back out onto the large deck.