The Second Date on Which I Became Selene

After that first afternoon that split Adrian’s life in two, the messages didn’t stop. On the contrary: every night, when he switched off the bedroom light, the phone lit up with Bruno’s name on the screen. The conversation, which at first had been shy, grew more intimate, more shameless, more impossible to ignore.

—I can’t stop thinking about how you looked in that burgundy lace, Selene —he wrote, with a tone that felt firm even in letters—. I want to see you again. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk. I want all of you.

Adrian reread those messages again and again, his heart hammering against his ribs and his cock already hard beneath the sheet. At first he answered with short phrases, almost ashamed, deleting every word twice before sending it. But Bruno’s confidence, that way of saying things without asking permission, gradually disarmed him. There was something about knowing himself wanted like that, without masks or explanations, that loosened something inside him.

And then he wrote as Selene. As Selene he allowed himself things Adrian would never have dared to say out loud, phrases that by day would have seemed impossible and that in the middle of the night came out on their own, as if they belonged to another person living inside him and only Bruno knew how to wake her.

—Soon, Bruno. I want your whole cock inside me. I want to suck you until you come in my mouth —he typed one night, with his free hand buried between his legs, masturbating slowly while he reread every word Bruno sent back.

***

Two weeks of filthy chats passed, of discreet photos sent in the dimness of his room —painted lips biting a finger, the curve of his ass barely covered by lace, the stiff cock peeking out beneath black panties—, of audio messages in which Bruno’s deep voice described in obscene detail what he was going to do to him, word for word, until he left him breathless and the sheets stained. He learned to recognize the rhythm of Bruno’s messages, the hours when he wrote, the way he shifted from sweetness to command in a single line. Every conversation left him more convinced that this was no passing whim.

Until, finally, they arranged a second meeting. This time it would be at his apartment, on a Saturday night. Adrian marked the date in his mind like someone counting down to something that frightened and excited him in equal measure.

Adrian arrived at the building with his pulse racing and a canvas bag slung over his shoulder. Inside he carried his other skin, bought in secret during those two weeks, in stores he entered glancing over his shoulder: a black satin corset, matching lace panties, long stockings with garters, and a pair of heels he had barely practiced walking in along the hallway at home, in the dark, so no one would hear him.

He rode the elevator repeating the floor number to himself, even though he had it burned into his memory. In front of the door he stood still for a second, his finger an inch from the bell. He didn’t just want to be liked. He wanted to give himself completely, without reserve, and that certainty weighed on him more than fear. He rang.

Bruno opened the door wearing a fitted T-shirt that outlined his broad chest, his firm forearms, a shadow of beard that gave him the air of a man used to getting his way. His dark eyes swept over Adrian from head to toe, mixing tenderness and something much hungrier.

—Come in —he said, and the word sounded like an order wrapped in silk.

As soon as the door closed, Bruno took him by the waist and pulled him against his body. Adrian felt the heat of him through his clothes, the scent of wood and clean skin, and something else: the hard, thick bulge against his hip, which made his knees tremble.

—Tonight you’re mine, Selene —Bruno whispered in his ear—. I’m going to split you in two, doll. I’m going to make you beg.

Adrian, trembling with anticipation, could only nod. His cheeks burned, and beneath his pants his cock had gone hard as stone.

***

The bedroom was in half-light, illuminated only by a couple of candles on the dresser. Bruno gestured toward the bathroom door with a tilt of his head, and Adrian understood without needing words. He went in with the bag, closed the door, and looked at himself in the mirror for a long moment, breathing deeply.

He dressed slowly, garment by garment, feeling how with each one the nerves turned into a strange kind of calm. The cool satin against his skin, the brush of lace, the firm pressure of the corset that stole a little air from him and forced him to stand straighter. He painted his lips with an unsteady hand and touched up the makeup until the image in the mirror no longer belonged entirely to him.

When he came back out, he was no longer Adrian. He was Selene.

The corset pinched his waist and drew a new silhouette, the stockings embraced his legs like a tight caress, the heels forced him to move differently, more slowly, more aware of each step. Beneath the lace panties, his cock was already straining hard against the fabric. Bruno was waiting seated on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on him.

—Come here —he said, without raising his voice.

Selene moved slowly. The click of her heels echoed in the silence of the room, and every tap reminded her where she was and to whom she belonged that night. Bruno took her hand and turned her slowly, studying every detail like someone admiring something he had been waiting for a long time. When Selene was turned away from him, he ran an open palm over the curve of her ass and squeezed hard, drawing a short moan from her.

—Perfect —he murmured—. And all mine.

And before she could answer, he yanked her toward him and kissed her with an intensity that tore a sharp moan from deep in her throat. Bruno’s tongue slipped in without asking permission, dominating hers, while his big hands slipped under the lace and kneaded her ass cheeks, parting them just slightly, one finger brushing her entrance with a promise that made her shiver.

***

Bruno was dominant, but he wasn’t rough. His big hands traveled over Selene’s body with a mixture of firmness and reverence, as if he knew exactly how much pressure to use and when to stop. He began untying the corset laces with a cruelty that was almost tender, undoing one bow, then another, while her breathing grew more and more ragged.

—Take off your panties —he ordered—. Keep the stockings on.

With trembling hands, Selene obeyed. She slid the lace down her thighs and her cock sprang free, hard and dripping, shiny at the tip. She felt exposed and, at the same time, strangely powerful beneath the full attention of that man. Naked except for the stockings and heels, she let him guide her to the bed and position her on her knees in front of him.

—Look at me —Bruno said.

When she lifted her gaze, he unbuckled his belt with deliberate calm, buckle by buckle, unhurried, holding her eyes the whole time. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock: thick, long, the prominent vein throbbing beneath taut skin, the head swollen and red. Selene held her breath. She had never had one that close, and her mouth filled with saliva.

—Open up —Bruno said, gripping his cock by the base and bringing it to her painted lips.

Selene opened her mouth slowly, tongue peeking out, and he dragged the head across her lips, smearing them with precum, spreading her lipstick. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, tasting that first salty flavor that sent a spasm racing between her legs.

—Take it all in, doll. Show me what that mouth is for.

Selene swallowed it. First halfway, her eyes watering from the effort, and then, pushed by Bruno’s hand on the back of her neck, all the way down. She felt the cock slam against her throat, soft gagging, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth and onto her flat tits. Bruno groaned, threw his head back, and began to rock her head with both hands, fucking her mouth slowly but without respite.

—That’s it, Selene, that’s it… you suck it so well, slut. Take the whole thing.

She moaned around the cock in her mouth, and the sound vibrated around the shaft. Bruno yanked it out and gave her a couple of soft taps with his cock on the cheek, on lips smeared with saliva and smeared lipstick.

—To the bed. Face down. Ass up.

***

The first position was intense. Bruno, still half dressed, leaned over Selene while she held herself face down, hands gripping the sheets and ass raised high, stockings taut up her thighs. He spread her cheeks with both hands, crouched and ran his tongue the full length from her perineum to her hole, drawing a sharp squeal from her. He repeated the movement once, twice, three times, devouring her ass hungrily, pushing his tongue inside, while Selene writhed and buried her face in the pillow so she wouldn’t scream.

Then he lifted her hips just a little and began preparing her with his fingers, slicked and patient, with a patience that contrasted with the urgency you could hear in his breathing. First one, going in and out slowly, then two, opening her with scissoring motions. Selene felt her body opening around him, while her cock, trapped between her belly and the sheet, leaked without stopping.

—Relax —he murmured—. I’ve got you. I’m going to put it all the way in.

Selene moaned, her voice breaking into high notes that shattered the silence. Every movement he made was precise. And when he finally entered her —the head pushing in first, opening her, and then the whole cock sinking in to the root— she let out a stifled cry, a mix of surprise and pleasure that filled the entire room. She felt full, so full that for a second she wasn’t sure she could breathe.

Bruno set a slow rhythm at first, his hands squeezing her hips, guiding her back with every thrust. The cock slid almost all the way out and then back in to the hilt, with a wet smack every time.

—That’s it, Selene —he growled—. Just like that. Clench that ass for me, doll.

She moaned uncontrollably, the sounds rising with every movement, until she no longer knew where her body ended and his began. She could feel Bruno’s breath at her nape, the rough words he dropped in her ear —“what a delicious ass you’ve got,” “I’m going to fill you with cum,” “you’re my little slut”—, and she found herself pushing back, seeking him, giving in a little more with every thrust. Her own cock rubbed against the sheet with every push, and she knew that if he kept going like that, she’d cum without touching herself.

***

Then Bruno changed the rhythm. He turned her with a speed that left her breathless, laid her on her back, and lifted her legs over his shoulders, the lace stockings brushing his rough, beard-stubbled cheeks. The new position let him sink deeper, and Selene, eyes half closed and face flushed, let out cry after cry. His cock entered her to a point she hadn’t known existed, a point that made her see white every time Bruno slammed into it.

—Bruno, please… more, harder —she begged, her voice in tatters—. Break me, fuck me however you want.

He answered with a growl and sped up, his hands gripping her thighs, leaving soft marks on her skin. He leaned in and spat in her mouth, and Selene swallowed without thinking, then stuck out her tongue for more. Bruno grabbed her throat with one hand, squeezing the sides just enough, not cutting off her air but reminding her who was in charge, while with the other he held on to the headboard to drive harder.

The bed creaked under the weight of both of them, and the air filled with the sound of bodies colliding, of flesh slapping against flesh, of the filthy slosh between their legs and of her desperate moans, which she no longer tried to hold back. Selene’s cock bounced against her own belly with every thrust, hard, red, leaving a shining thread of liquid every time.

—Touch yourself —Bruno ordered her—. I want to see you jerk off while I fuck you.

Selene obeyed. She took hold of her cock with her hand and began to jerk off to the rhythm of the thrusts, biting her painted lip, eyes locked on his.

***

Always in control, Bruno wanted more. He pulled out, spun her around in one tug, and put her on all fours, a position that made her feel completely at his mercy. The untied corset hung from her body like a physical reminder of the transformation, of the before and after that separated Adrian from the woman giving herself up that night.

—You’re mine, Selene —he said, his voice turning into a low roar—. No one else’s.

He shoved back inside her in a single thrust, to the hilt, and Selene screamed into the pillow. He took her hard, one hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her back, the other planted on her hip. He fucked her without mercy, thrusting so hard that the sound of her ass slamming against his hips was almost as loud as the moans.

Every so often he let out a sharp slap on her ass, and the skin turned red under his palm. Selene screamed, and with every slap she clenched her ass around his cock, involuntarily, drawing guttural groans from Bruno.

—Yes, Bruno, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop —she shrieked, hands clawing at the sheets, drool running from the corner of her mouth, mascara streaked in two lines beneath her eyes.

—Tell me what you are —he demanded, tugging harder on her hair.

—Your slut, Bruno, I’m your slut, your little slut, fuck me however you want…

Bruno growled with satisfaction and kept going, faster, until Selene felt the orgasm climb up from her feet, uncontrollable. The cock between her legs began to throb and, without anyone touching it, she came: thick jets of semen staining the sheet beneath, while her ass clenched in spasms around the cock that kept driving into her.

—That’s it, doll, come for me, come with my cock inside you…

***

Exhausted but still insatiable, they changed positions one last time. Bruno sat on the edge of the bed, his cock still hard, shiny with her juices, and settled her on his lap, face to face. Selene let herself sink down slowly, impaling herself inch by inch, moaning softly as his cock filled her body again, now ultra-sensitive from the recent orgasm.

The lace stockings brushed against his firm thighs, adding another layer of sensation with every movement. Selene rocked desperately, riding him, guided by the hands that held her by the hips, while he sucked her nipples and looked at her with an intensity that made her feel adored and possessed at the same time.

—Look at me while you do it —Bruno ordered—. Don’t look away.

And she, lost in pleasure, obeyed. She started moving faster, up and down on the cock, feeling how every thrust tore a new moan from her. Bruno squeezed her ass, dug his fingers in, and began to push upward with each descent, leaving her breathless.

—I’m going to come inside you, Selene. You’re going to feel me fill you.

—Yes, Bruno, inside, give it all to me…

Her moans turned into short, broken gasps, until he grabbed her with both hands, pinned her against his lap, and exploded inside. Selene felt the hot jets firing deep in her core, one after another, and that was enough to make her cum a second time, trembling, her own cock dripping between their pressed-together bellies, her voice reduced to a soft sob that died against his neck.

They stayed like that, joined, breathing together, his cock still inside her, throbbing little by little until it went still. When Bruno finally pulled out, a thick white thread slipped down Selene’s thighs, staining the lace of the stockings, and she shuddered one last time.

***

When it was all over, Bruno wrapped her in a sheet. He was still dominant, but now there was a new tenderness in his gestures, in the hand stroking her back while she caught her breath, in the soft kisses he left on her temple.

—You’re incredible, Selene —he whispered.

And she, with a shy smile she could not quite believe, curled up against his chest. She listened to Bruno’s heartbeat beneath her cheek, still racing, and felt it gradually steady. For the first time in a long while, there was nothing to hide and nothing to pretend.

Outside, the city went on with its Saturday-night hum, oblivious to everything. Inside, beneath the sheet and the dying candlelight, there was only that total, complete surrender, and the strange, warm certainty of feeling, at last, desired and loved exactly as she was. Tomorrow she would be Adrian again. That night, however, she was entirely Selene, and she didn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.