The look on Lukus’s face was one of total surprise. When he remained silent she added, “Wow. I’ve rendered you completely speechless. Amazing.”
Still. Silence. She rambled on, trying to fill the awkward silence. “I know, I’m gonna really drag you down. You’ll be having to stop and explain so much, and have to treat me with kid gloves while I figure this all out. I totally understand if...”
“Stop. Not one more word.” He blurted. For a brief moment, Tiff thought he was really angry with her, until Lukus put on his hot coals smile. “So, you’ve never been spanked with a belt or a paddle?”
“No.” Just thinking about the possibility, though, ratcheted up her heart rate a notch.
“You’ve never been tied down and played with?”
“Not before last night, no.”
“How about blindfolded or gagged?”
“Honey, I told you. If you didn’t do it, it hasn’t been done. So no to the blindfold but yes to the gag.”
He had a true sparkle to his eyes as he continued to probe. “And how’d it make you feel last night when you were tied down and gagged in the audience pit?”
Surely, he didn’t need her to answer. Her labored breathing should have been answer enough. Still he waited for her quiet response. “I really liked it… a lot.”
“Good girl. So, when I told you you’d earned a punishment for not telling me about Jason, that will truly be your first punishment?”
She was so nervous and excited that she couldn’t get even a simple “yes” out. She finally managed to nod yes to answer his question.
“Oh man. This is going to be so much fun.” Lukus suddenly took on the look of a kid in a candy store, which had Tiffany confused.
“You mean you aren’t angry? Surely you know you’re going to have to go slow for me, right? I’m not sure how I feel about everything yet. I could end up hating it all.”
Lukus was chuckling as he answered. “Are you kidding me? You’re not gonna hate anything, baby. Not the way I do it. Truly, I never would’ve said it was important to me until this very minute, but knowing no one else has ever shared the D/s lifestyle with you makes me so happy. I love that this is going to be something special—something that’s just ours. I’m honored I get to be the one who’ll introduce you to so many new experiences and help you overcome your fear. I’m going take such good care of you and I’ll make sure you love every single minute.”
Lukus didn’t waste any time. He sealed his promise by capturing her mouth with his own. Tiff could feel his cock growing ever harder between their bodies and she was hit with a wave of hot desire. She wanted him buried inside her, filling her completely.
Only then did she realize she’d gotten screwed out of asking Lukus a question for their game, and she’d already thought of exactly what she wanted to ask.
Pressing persistently against his hard chest, Tiff finally got Lukus to pull out of their kiss long enough to peer down into her eyes. She detected a mild annoyance at the interruption.
“We didn’t finish the round yet. I get to ask you my question before we can take an intermission.” Tiff flashed him a broad smile that won her a return grin. “So Lukus, if you could have me do absolutely anything for you sexually, what’s the number one thing you’d like from me, more than anything else?”
“Wow, carte blanche. Anything?”
“Yep. Let me be clear. I’m not promising anything here. I’d just like to know what the Master’s Master thinks of as his nirvana.”
“Well, coming up with number two would be hard, but number one is easy.”
“Yes… and…”
The smile he delivered should’ve warned her. “I’d love to wake up every morning to you sucking my cock. Some mornings it might be just to get me hot and ready for our first early morning fuck. Other days I’d face-fuck you and force you to swallow every single drop of my cum as I press deep down your throat.
“And on weekends, when we have more time, you could spend an hour worshipping my cock with your tongue, your mouth, your hands, driving me to the edge before I rolled you over and made long, sweet love to you. Basically, I’d love to have you giving me head as my alarm clock every morning. I can’t think of a better possible way to start my day.”
“Seriously…?”
“You asked.”
“You couldn’t think of anything better?” she asked incredulously.
“Hey, we have a no lie zone so I told the truth.”
“So, is that what you expect?”
“Truthfully?”
“Of course, truthfully, considering the afore mentioned no-lie zone.”
“Expect? No. Want? Sure.”
“I see.”
It was easy to see Lukus had had enough talking. While Tiff was still distracted trying to process his answer, Lukus managed to roll her over onto her tummy, effortlessly lifting her so she was kneeling in the middle of the bed. Lukus took his place directly behind her, pressing his body hard against her naked back. He had full access to her in this position, and he wasted no time in grabbing her right breast in his right hand, squeezing tightly and dragging a moan from his captive. His left hand trekked lower to cup her mound, placing the heel of his hand hard against her clit, as he grinded hard enough to bring her quickly to the edge.
Tiff was just able to reach her arms behind her back, snaking her hands between their bodies to successfully grasp Lukus’s growing cock. Hot desire overcame Tiffany as she found her upper body pushed to the bed, leaving her ass high in the air. Lukus used his leg to spread her knees wider apart. She briefly acknowledged to herself she must have made quite a sight for Lukus from behind. He used the tip of his cock to make several swipes up and down her drenched slit, making sure she was ready for him.
Tiffany was holding her breath, knowing his hopefully forceful insertion was only seconds away. When Lukus finally took her, it was in a hard, decisive manner that left no doubt that he was claiming her body as his own. He pulled out slowly, only to crush forward again and again several times, before he unexpectedly stopped, pulling out of Tiff completely.
“Holy fuck. You have me so distracted I forgot to put on a condom. I’m so sorry, baby.”
Tiff was hanging by a thread and the abrupt delay of game was unwelcome. She reassured him breathlessly, desperate for him to be back inside her. “It’s okay, Lukus. I’m protected. You don’t need to use a condom. I won’t get pregnant.”
She couldn’t see his expression from her facedown position, but she felt him moving to the edge of the bed to lean over to the nightstand and grab a foil-wrapped packet. Only then did she realize how much she didn’t want him to use a condom. She wanted—no—she needed to feel him inside of her. All of him. To feel him shoot his cum deep inside, only to have it drip out in their post-coital snuggling.
“Lukus, please. I promise. You don’t need to use a condom, honey.”
She heard the reluctance in his voice. “Baby, I can’t wait to get rid of them, too. But I haven’t been tested in a month and I won’t put you at risk. I need to make sure I won’t be putting you in danger when I stop using them.”