“Sir, please,” she moaned. “I need more.”
“I know what you need, pet, and I’ll give it to you when I’m ready.”
I picked up the vibrating dildo I had placed on the table, inserted the batteries, and switched it on to test it. She turned her head toward the humming sound. I strummed her nipples one more time before moving down the bed. I pressed her knees wide apart. “Hold them there. If you move, I’ll have to restrain them.”
“Yes, sir.” She moved her feet back, widening her legs, her thighs quivering for my touch.
I lay the vibrator on the bed—my mouth and hands would be the first to touch and savor her, to bring her to orgasm. I settled between her legs, my face inches from her mound, and placed little kisses on her left thigh, trailing up toward her apex. I skipped over the holy ground and kissed down her right thigh before centering again and slowly licking up her slit, tasting the juices flowing from her. I used my fingers to part her outer lips and stared at her engorged clit peeking out from its hood, all red and swollen. She was wet and ready for me. I couldn’t hold back. I licked and flicked my tongue in a circular motion around her clit, taking it between my lips and sucking. Then, I alternated between teasing her clit and tongue fucking her hole.
Her moans became louder, echoing in the room—music to my ears. I listened and learned what pleased her and what didn’t. I added two fingers, turning them and tapping on that small spot behind her pelvic bone beneath her clit as I latched on and sucked. Her hips bucked and ground against my face as I brought her quickly to climax. Hearing my name as it tore from her lips brought me close to orgasm as I lay between her legs. I sat back on my heels, my fingers still playing her like a well-tuned instrument, and I grabbed the dildo, clicking it on to the lowest setting, taking my time to insert it into her wet channel.
“Oh, it’s too much, sir.”
“Are you safewording, pet?” I paused my ministrations, and the vibrations were the only stimulation to her core.
“No…no, sir,” she stammered.
I turned the dildo up a notch, pushing it in and out, mimicking what I anticipated doing with my own dick. I used my thumb to apply a bit of pressure to her clit as I increased the speed of movement. Her nipples were still pebbled, and her skin flushed from her last orgasm, a small sweat breaking out on her skin. Her knees came together, sandwiching my hands between her thighs. I moved the hand, playing with her clit, and smacked her thigh with two quick swats.
“Stay open for me, pet,” my voice deepened with the command. Her legs popped back to the sides, her head moving side to side against the pillow. “You do not have permission to come yet.”
“Sir, I can’t hold off.”
“Yes, you can.” I removed the dildo and took my hands away, quickly switching it off and grabbing my discarded pants. I pulled a condom out of the pocket and made quick work of opening it and sheathing myself. I pushed her knees up and back, opening her to me, and slowly entered her. She was tight around me, and the sensation had me breathing hard, focusing on not exploding before I got fully seated. “Relax for me, pet. You know you can take me.”
“It feels like you’ve gotten bigger.”
“No, pet, I promise my size hasn’t changed, just our position. Relax and let me all the way in.” I leaned down and took one nipple in my mouth, rotating my hips as I continued gently pushing in. Her wall muscles loosened up to take me, and I paused once I was fully seated. “Good girl.” I rested my forehead against hers.
“Can I see you, sir?” She breathed heavily, her breasts pressing against my chest with each exhale.
I released her knees and reached a hand around to untie her blindfold, letting it fall away.
“You’ve been such a good girl. I wanted to take this slow, to prolong the torture, but I need you too much. Hold on to whatever you can reach. It’s going to be hard and fast again.” I took her mouth before she could answer, keeping my eyes open and on hers. Her inner walls spasmed, and I couldn’t hold off any longer. I sat back on my knees and gripping hers as I began pounding into her. Her breasts bounced as my strokes intensified, and as her inner walls began to clamp down, I reached between us and circled her clit. “Come for me, pet,” I commanded seconds before she fell off the cliff into orgasm, and two strokes later, I followed suit. My body locked up, muscles straining as my cock emptied into the condom inside her. My vision blurred around the edges, and my breath hitched as the most intense orgasm of my life hit.
Her body bowed up, straining against the cuffs around her wrists, her legs wrapping around me as I let them go, trying to bury me further inside her. It took only minutes to come down, but it felt like hours.
I hated to separate our bodies but knew it was necessary to begin aftercare. I slowly extracted myself, disposed of the used condom in the bathroom trash, and returned with a warm washcloth to clean Genevieve up. Removing the cuffs, I rubbed her wrists, encouraging blood flow. She was still limp and relaxed as I quickly cleaned both of us. I climbed into bed, wrapped myself around her body, covered us both with a sheet, and nestled a breast in my hand. Her even breaths indicated she had drifted off, but I had water and a snack ready for when she woke next. For now, I followed her into sleep, happy and sated with my sub in my arms.
18
Genni
Brian woke me two more times last night, taking my body in ways I never imagined before, once waking me with his head between my thighs, his expert mouth and hands never giving my mind enough time to catch up. Now, with the sun streaming in the window and me waking to full consciousness, I had time to reflect on all that had transpired.
He was true to his word; everything he did was to pleasure me. Even the spanking and anal play of our last round brought on an orgasm so intense, I forgot to breathe. This morning, I felt calm and relaxed rather than rushed to get dressed and out of the room, as most of my previous sexual encounters usually brought on. I turned over to watch him sleep and let the blossom of hope bloom in my heart.
Could I allow this man in? Allow him to control my body? A week ago, I would have said no, but now, it was a resounding yes. The peace of allowing him to take over my body and my choice last night settled deep in my soul. I wanted to make him happy, I wanted to please him, and if simply following his orders did that, then I would. In the bedroom anyway.
Nature called to me, and I slipped out of bed to tend to my needs. When I came out of the bathroom, Brian was sitting up in bed, a tray of pastries and two coffee mugs sitting on the bed beside him. He patted the mattress next to him.
“Come join me.” His grin lit up the room. “How are you this mornin’?”
I gingerly climbed back into bed, making sure not to jostle the tray and spill the coffee. “Sore but good.” I locked gazes with him. “Happy.”
“Good. Soreness is to be expected. I have some cream that can help with that in my bag. You can use it after we shower.” He handed me my coffee before taking his. “Is there anythin’ you want to talk about from last night? Any questions?”
I blew on my coffee before taking a sip. “Honestly, no. I enjoyed everything we did. I am surprised but glad I trusted you to take me outside of my comfort zone.”