by Jamie Knight
“Strip,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir. All the way?”
“Yes.”
Skye obeyed me, pulling off her t-shirt and then taking down her jeans. She had a bit of trouble with the top part of the lingerie but managed to figure it out, brining her magnificent tits into view. It was a struggle not to lung at her and start sucking them. I needed to let her take her own time.
There was moment’s pause before she took off the panties, but she managed. Putting a hand over her pussy as she got back on the couch, taking up the middle cushion, so she was right next to me. I took a last sip of wine before putting it on the coffee table with hers.
I cupped her cheek and ran my hand down her neck, over her chest to her left tit. She gasped as I started to play with her. A small sound of pleasure, followed by warm hums as I worked her nipple, soon getting my other hand involved, so I was working both tits at once. I leaned in and kissed her neck, remembering how much she’d liked it when I did it before. It was my second instance of indiscretion with her in one day. There was no telling how far it might go if I wasn’t careful.
Laying her on her back, I followed the same path as my hand, licking my way down her neck and over her chest. Only in that case, I kept going down between her tits to her belly. Skye seemed to know where I was going and opened her legs wider for me, removing the protective hand from her pussy. I couldn’t see it yet, still only to her naval, circling my tongue around her belly button, making her moan, but I could smell it. Sweet and fresh.
After what seemed like an eternity I finally made it down to her pussy. I paused a second just to take it all in. It was honesty the most gloriously exquisite thing I’d ever seen and I did a Fine Arts degree. Taking her hands, I crossed them at the wrist and wrapped my left hand around them, fitting easily. She was completely at my mercy. Skye let out a contented sigh, letting me know she really did like it. Placing my other hand on her pelvis and pulling up very gently, gaining easier access to her clit, I lowered my head, as though to pray, I took my first long, lingering lick. The tone of her first sweet gasp flowing the path of my tongue like a slide-whistle.
I gave her several more similar licks, building her gasp up to a full throated moan. When she seemed ready, I started in on her clit, using every tick I’d learned over the years. I had to push down on her pelvis a bit to keep her hips from bucking as she went crazy with pleasure. It was amazing how good she tasted. Like that really light powdered candy that came on candy bracelets. Gently sweet with a bit of tang. I savored every taste as I licked her to an ecstatic oblivion, her sexy young body vibrating beneath me until she nearly exploded with orgasm.
Chapter Fourteen - Skye
It hadn’t been a plan. At least not consciously. Such an outcome was definitely in my mind when Simon asked if I wanted a drive home, but I wasn’t nearly arrogant enough to think he was meaning the same thing. He was my boss and a cool guy and might well have just been offering to be nice. It was just the kind of guy he was if the rumors were anything to go by. I really didn’t have any idea about his bedroom activities. It was shameful to admit to myself, but he didn’t fit my mental image of a dom. He seemed so nice and normal looking. Which was exactly the point. Doms could come in all types and the media had a Hell of a lot to answer for. I made a promise to myself that I would give E.L. James a slap if I ever got the chance.
It was my choice, my desire and my question that lead us to be where we were. I wanted him to come in but would understand if he turned me down. His duty was completed after all, getting me to my door safely. I just hoped that if he really did want me, in the way I thought he did, he would want to come in. Keeping in mind that even if he did come in and nothing happened it didn’t mean he wasn’t interesting at all. Thankfully it didn’t come to that.
I love the feeling of him holding my wrists. It was a form of restraint for sure, I could barely move after all but it didn’t feel that way. From my perspective it was a show of affection like holding my hand. Had he put some cold metal handcuffs on me, I’d just assumed he would have a set in his pocket, I might have felt differently. The ways he did it, there was still a personal touch that helped us to connect anymore.
I honestly hand no idea my tits could feel so damn good. I knew my nipples were sensitive having put up with them all my life, but it never occurred to me that they could be the source of such pleasure. He hadn’t even used his tongue yet but I felt like I was getting close to orgasm just from his breast play alone. Then of course came the migration. At least that’s how I thought about it. His kisses and licks moving definitively southwards in the winter. I was confused for a second when he paused. Then it hit like a battering. The purest, most brilliant pleasure as he took his first few licks. I’d never even heard of such a thing, but it made sense after he’d going. Of course, it felt good to lick a pussy. Getting over my initial surprise fast, I settled into the rhyme of things and let myself go as Simon did the most wonderful things to me.
I was almost sad when I came. Not because it didn’t feel good or because I was disappointed. Quite the opposite in fact. I was mostly sad that it was over. Simon was sweet as I came down from my euphoric high, stroking my belly and kissing my pussy as I trembled under his control. I felt like I w laying in a washing machine sent to spin.
When my trembling subsided, Simon pulled me to him and took me in a loving embrace. I closed my eyes and breathed deep his scent, lighting up my mind like a Christmas tree. The words had formed in my head and had fallen out my mouth like a gum ball before I had time to second guess.
“May I suck your cock, sir?”
He pulled back just far enough, so he could see my eyes. My naked, vulnerable form still very much under his control.
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes, sir.”
He released his hold on me with one hand, reaching down and slowly undoing his pants, before unzipping his fly. Actually gasped when his rock hard cock sprang out. It was bigger and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. My hand shaking with excitement, I wrapped it around his thick, warm cock, feeling it gently throb. I thought it might be scary but it really wasn’t. If anything it was comforting. Particularly when I lowered my head into his lap an slipped his magnificent member into my mouth. I felt wonderfully connected to him feeling his heartbeat so intimately.
I only took the head at first, wanting to take my time with it. There was only one chance at a first time and I wanted it to be special. Like my first time getting licked had been. I started to suck gently, gradually working further down a little at a time. When I was low enough, roughly a third down his full length, Simon took hold of my ponytail and started to wrap it around his hand, eventually laying his palm flat against the top of my head. Comfortably under his control, knowing he wouldn’t let me do anything silly that might hurt me, I started to bob. Sucking his cock as well as I could, eventually thinking to cup his balls as well. He let out a deep moan of pleasure and reached back with his free hand, playing with my pussy as I sucked. It was a bit distracting but only because it felt so good. I could only hope my muffled hums though his cock made the blowjob I was giving him feel even better. The way he was fingering me, I was going to be coming again soon, and only hoped we could orgasm at the same time. It was a notion that really appealed to me, like it would make us closer.
I could tell he was getting ready to cum. There was a sudden tightness that I knew instinctively meant I should get ready. I was pleased find I was pretty close myself. Simon seemed to know this and slipped two fingers inside my pussy and finger fucked me until I burst with joy. In the same instant Simon blessed me with his sweet, and fucking massive, load. I struggled to swallow it all and did pretty good, only a bit of it getting on my face, mostly my cheeks and chin. The thought occurred to me that with a supply like that, if we ever ended up wanting kids it wouldn’t be difficult at all. I’d probably end up pregnant with twins!
Simon released my head and I came up fo
r are, making to wipe the cum from my face with my hand, but he stopped me.
“Leave it,” he said, “it’s really great for your skin.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, all kinds of protein and other good stuff. You’ll be glowing, even more than you already do.”
I couldn’t help but smile. He was teaching me so much. Both about my body and his. I wanted to learn so much more.
“W-will you fuck me, sir?”
His expression was unreadable, at least to me. He didn’t look angry, but he also didn’t immediately say yes. It seemed as though he was thinking it over. He reached down and touched my pussy, making me moan.
“Not yet,” he decreed, “I still want to break you in a bit more.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment, though I had liked how he mentioned breaking me in. It meant he was going to be patient and teach me more.
I had a feeling it was going to be a bit frustrating, partly because I wanted him to fuck me right then and there, but knew deep down it was for the best. He was being responsible, making sure I was ready before we went too far and I loved him for it.
“Could eat your pussy again,” he offered.
“That was where you licked me right?” I asked, instantly feeling dumb.
“You haven’t had much sex ed. have you.”
“None, sir. Except that I should never do it.”
“Well, that’s insane,” Simon said, sounding more confused that angry.
“I’m getting that impression,” I agreed.
“Have you read or watched anything? Any porn or erotica?”
“I’ve read some. A lot actually. That was one thing my folks never really limited. I’ve read all of De Sade and a lot of D.H. Lawrence.”
“None of them bad places to start,” he agreed.
He put his hand on my pussy and massaged my clit lightly, making me moan with pleasure.
“Do you know what this is called?”
“M-my clit?” I asked, hoping I got it right.
“Very good. You clearly already know cock. I just want to know you have the words to say what you want.”
“I understand, sir.”
“Do you know blowjob?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, blushing slightly.
“Good and I must say, you did very well for your first time. How about cherry?”
“N-no, sir.”
“Ah, now that is a very important one. You might have heard it called a ‘flower.’ It is the part that can go on a girl when she loses her virginity. Often referred to as either deflowering or popping the cherry.”
“That’s what I want,” I said.
“I know, sweet one, and we’ll get there, I promise. I just want you to be truly ready before you take such a big step. Though, as I said, if you want more, I’ll be happy to lick your pussy again.”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir. Please lick my pussy again.”
“Lay back, sweetheart.”
I obeyed him, giving hum my wrist as I lay back, opening my legs for him. He restrained me as he had before, careful not to squeeze too tight. I relished the surrender. Giving my body over to him entirely as he gently sucked my nipples, getting me ready.
Almost getting me to orgasm with just my tits again, Simon started down, kissing every inch of my tummy on the way, making sure I was good and ready when he finally arrived between my quivering thighs.
He started out soft, smothering my pussy with warm kisses. Getting me good and warmed up, he started in with the first lick. Caressing my sensitive lips with his lovely tongue, Simon worked me up to a good moan, pleasure running through me like a rushing river.
Going back to soft, warm, wet kisses, he gave me a moment to catch my breath. When I was ready again, and not a second before, he started in hard. Lapping at my pussy like it was raspberry flavored, soon adding in first one finger, then two to work me as he focused all the tongue action on my clit. In the midst of the throws of passionate pleasure, it occurred to me that what he was doing was what making love felt like. Not fucking, not rutting, not getting off. Actually pleasuring someone because you wanted them to be happy. It was certainly how I felt when sucking Simon’s cock. His moans and quivers of pleasure making me feel really good. It was honestly a delight to be able to bring him so much joy. One I hoped he also took in licking me to the very gates of ecstasy, licking me so hard, and wonderfully my toes curled and I could actually see anything. My vision becoming like a pure white burst behind my eyes.
Keeping a hand on my still tingling pussy, my beautiful lover pulled me to him again, enveloping me with his other arm and smothering me with kisses as I shook. All my nerves returning to their default setting.
I felt something warm around me and soon realized he’d taken the blanket from off the back of the couch and wrapped it around me. I’ve never felt more cozy in my life. More cozy or more at home. I didn’t remember going to sleep but when I opened my eyes again it was light out and Simon was gone.
Chapter Fifteen - Simon
I had few regrets. In life as well and in love and what had happened with Skye was no exception. As far as I was concerned, everything was above board and I felt the same euphoria with her as any of my other pets, except maybe more so. I couldn’t really believe how good she felt cuddled against me. I liked cuddling much of the time but there was a new level of intimacy with Skye. A kind of cosmic synergy I couldn’t define if my life depended on it but felt just the same. Nick Cave would have had difficulty fully capturing it in words. I knew I wanted to be with her. As much as I knew anything. I couldn’t even imagine wanting another woman after I’d met her. I’d never really believed in the whole soulmate or one-true pairing thing. Much more grounded in perspective, I was generally of the opinion that there was no accounting for human nature and people were going to do what they were going to do. Most of it surprising.
There was the matter of her inexperience but that didn’t mean we couldn’t still have fun on the way there. Confident as I was, that we would get to the point where I deflower sweet little Skye. Very much planning to stay with her after. There was of course the proscription against officer romance, particularly between editors and underlings but I’d never paid attention to the company before and had no plans to start. We would just have to be careful.
Returning home not long after slipping out of Skye’s brownstone, setting the door to lock itself after I vacated, I got out a sheet of my favorite high-fiber paper and a fountain pen, and commenced outlining plan of action, as well as a to-try list. I would clear every item with her first of course but it was in my nature to plan. Even as a writer I was much more of a planner than a pantser. Or architect as opposed to gardener as according to a grossly overrated High Fantasy author. Either way, the terms were used to describe those who liked to plan things out before they started, and others who preferred the metaphorical, literally version of jumping out of an airplane and trying to knit a parachute before they hit the ground. I needed every chapter roughed out before I even though about a first draft. To keep thing with Skye as they should be, I thought it would be a rough idea of what we were going for. I knew she wanted me to deflower her. It was what I wanted to but there was so much more. Things I’d done before that I thought she would like and things I’d never had a chance to try I thought she might be into.
The more I wrote, the more aroused I got. Unable to keep from imagining her in various compromise and highly erotic situations and positions. Before long, my cock was hard and throbbing softly in my fancy suit pants. Skye wasn’t around to help me out, so I would have to take matters in my own hands.
Getting some lube I kept in my desk at home, I squeezed a bit out into the middle of my shaft, and spread it around with my hand, stroking up and down the length of my cock with the flats of my fingers. Taking a light hold on the last pass, I let the images come, trying to stop on each to look at it as they occurred to me like a mental slide-show.
Finally, I stopped on one and let it play.
We were in the specially built playroom in our new house, Skye sitting on a wood bench, hands flat on her thighs as she waited for me. I approached from behind, her long ponytail the first thing I see. I decided to make my introduction, pulling back on it like a bell rope, until her head was tilted back enough so that I could lean down and give her a tender kiss.
Taking her by the shoulders, I stood her up, took her hand and lead her over to one of the restraint tables, feeling her quiver of excitement as we went. With all grace and class, my little darling got herself up onto the table, laying face down on the table, putting her arms out onto the crossbar. The table looked like a leather padded, horizontal cross, rounded at the edges. With Skye’s full cooperation, I did up the restraints. First around her wrists, then around her ankles. The final strap secure, I couldn’t stand it anymore and just had to touch her. Caressing my way up her bare legs, I took a gentle hold of her squeezable ass.
“That okay, pet?” I asked.
“Yes, master.”
I rewarded her with a good firm squeeze making her gasp and moan. I’d helped her get past her hang ups about her ass and she started to love it. Especially when I squeezed it. I followed up the squeeze with a gentle spank, making her yelp but more in surprise than pain. Massaging down between her thighs with my free hand, I played with her pussy as I continued to spank her sweet ass. Alternating between hard, harsh ones, and gentle ones meant to feel like either firm pats or light gropes. Getting her to orgasm, I caressed her ass once again, easing her back down into a resting state as she recovered from her orgasmic high.
When she was settled again, I readjusted her on the chair so her knees were bent, he head down and her ass and pussy in the air. It took some maneuvering, but I was well used to it and got into a good position.
Devouring her sweet little pussy until she was literally shaking with orgasm, completely unable to move which seemed to turn her on even more. When she was calm again, I rose to full height, placing a hand on the small of her back, and stroked the head of my cock against her tender pink lips, making her moan.