by Jamie Knight
When her pussy adjusted to having all three fingers in it, I started to pump them inside her. Finger fucking her the way I planned to do with my cock when the time came. I started off slow, really letting her feel it. Then a bit faster, building up the tension. Finally, my thumb pressing down as hard as I could without going in on her asshole, I pounded her sweet little cunt, making her cum hard. Though not as fast as she had with the vibrator, even after she started trying to control her orgasms.
Leaving her how she was I went to her bathroom to clean off and get a cloth for her.
I could tell she still wanted more so, sliding a pillow under her to lift her ass up to the right height, I gently ate her pussy, making nearly explode with orgasm. I wold have used the vibrator on her too and possibly even the nipple clamps but it was getting late.
Leaving her in the same position, I cleaned her up and lay her down flat. Her ass still looked pretty bad, and we had to get into work, the time just flying by. Easing her on her belly, I stroked lotion into her ass and dressed her in a way I thought would be least likely to aggravate her. While also keeping her relatively warm.
Scooping my darling up into my arms, I carried her out to my car to drive us both to the office. More lovely surprises in store for her.
Chapter Twenty-Two - Skye
I felt like a spy, trying to avoid detection by the enemy. Even though Amber was the closest comparison to the Soviet Empire I had, which seemed like a bit of a stretch. I tried to imagine her wearing a crown but it just didn’t work. Still, I kept my head down.
Simon had draped me off in roughly the same place that had worked before with basically the same plan. While it might have been unusual if I showed up a bit late, it wouldn’t be enough to raise any serious suspicion, particularly if we went in separately. Besides which, Simon was my boss and was hardly going to chew me out after having just recently eaten me out. It just wasn’t his style.
Two gifts weighing in my pockets I headed into the lobby right at the duly appointed time.
“Morning, Sam,” I nearly sang.
“Morning,” he said with a tip of his hat.
I signed in and, were it not for the slight pain still in my ass would have danced a little jig to the elevator.
“Someone’s happy,” Inga said, as I passed her desk.
“Indeed I am,” I confirmed.
I knew it was going to happen. It took a while for me to put it together, partly due to my lack of previous experience, but his intentions were clear. Simon was getting me ready. I should have known that because he’d said as such, but I didn’t really make the connection between him stroking and stretching and things and me being better able to take things. Not until he got three fingers inside. I tried to remember how thick his cock had been when I blew him and the size was comparable, his cock even bigger. I didn’t know exactly when he was going to finally bless me with his cock, relieving me of my virginity but figured it would be soon. I knew he wouldn’t try until he was satisfied I could take it but I’d come further than ever I thought I could.
Careful not to get them mixed up, I left the gift Simon on got me for my Secret Santa recipient, I sipped back to my own cube before anyone had a chance to notice me. I’d seen him wearing the tie pin the other day, and it made me feel good that he seemed to like it. It had been a bit of a risk but seemed to have turned out well. Part of me wished I knew how to get along better with people. I saw how Simon interacted with everyone and was just a little jealous of his charming ease. As far as I could tell there wasn’t anyone in the office who didn’t like him, well beyond the fact he was the one who signed their paychecks. I was pretty sure Inga had a crush on him and knew Amber did, which made her potentially dangerous. My train of thought squealed to a halt when I saw the gift on my desk.
The attached note was long and detailed. It started with a direct order not to open the gift until after work and before I did, I was to go to the café and wait for him. I had no work to do and could ugly kill time until the end of. Day, which I guessed was part of what Simon had in mind.
With nothing else to do, I got out my pad and pen and kept working on the book I’d started a couple of months ago but had only got to the second chapter. My pen moving across the lined sheet, as though moved by forces invisible.
It hurt but in a good way. The cramps nearly crippling my right hand the pains of accomplishment. I flipped through the approximately a hundred drafted pages, gently adjusting my hand and wrist, trying to work away the kinks, reminding my self to get one of those braces that help prevent Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.
The familiar smell hit like a wall as I walked through the door off the café. Taking care to open it first. I considered getting a drink but it could well have been cold by the time my master arrived.
Following his instructions to the letter, I sat at a table near the window. Back straight and my hands flat on the table, not moving a muscle. I figured the surrounding people would probably think it was some kind of post-modern performance art piece. Stranger things had certainly happened. Not that such petty concerns were forefront in my mind. I was there for my master, which was all I was able to think about.
I didn’t look. No matter how many people walked past me, I never once turned my head. The master had told me to look forward until he arrived and that was exactly what he was going to do. Even the ones that smelled like my master.
Focusing so much made my other senses seem more sharp. I could hear the scrape of the other chair as it was pulled along the tile floor. I didn’t lookup. I hadn’t heard the release phrase yet.
“Good girl.”
My eyes adjusted as I looked over, my master coming into view. I was aware of something touching my hand and looked down as he stroked the back of it. It wasn’t on purpose. I wasn’t even really aware of the tears as they started rolling down my cheeks.
“Honey,” he said, gently wiping them away.
“Happy tears,” I said, giggling.
Taking me by the hand, Simon gave some money to the baristas, who must have been wondering what was going on by that point, and led me out to his car.
The car eased up to the curb outside his house, no less amazing than it had the first time I’d seen it. I could feel Simon press up against me as he undid my seatbelt, putting it back up near the door. I’d gone into full pet mode by that point and was completely under his control.
Simon lifted me up into his arms as I held tight to my gift and carried me into his house. Carrying me through the darkening front hall, my master took me directly to his massive bedroom.
His hands were gentle and increasingly warm as he slowly stripped me. Taking his sweet time, he started with my boots, before going on to my coat, undoing each one of the many, many buttons before even starting on my main outfit. Making me feel it as he shed each layer, letting each piece drop to the floor.
When I was raw before his eyes, my master stood back to take me in. I leaned back and opened my legs to give him a better view. Never taking his eyes off me, Simon took off his suit, giving me an unmitigated look at his gorgeous form.
“Open your present,” he said, standing in front of me, his cock at full hardness.
My hand trembling with excitement, I picked up the box form it spot beside me and set about reverse engineering the lovely wrapping job. The box looked a lot like the one the lingerie had come in. Lifting the box with bated breath, I was truly unprepared for what I saw inside. Coiled up like sleeping snakes were four lengths of thin, silk rope of equal length.
“Lie down,” my master ordered.
Placing the box beside me again I lay back on his massive bed, waiting for him to do adjust me to his will. Moving the box down to the floor, my gentle master tied the ropes to my wrists and ankles biding me to the posts of his bed. He tested them carefully, making sure I couldn’t move.
I wasn’t sure how he got my nipple clamps but figured he’d taken them from m room that morning. He tended to plan
so far ahead it wouldn’t surprise me if he’d been thinking about that moment for a while.
Placing the nipple clamps within easy reach, Simon kissed down my neck, nibbling as he went, on his way to my tits. Sucking like my nipples were delicious candy he got me more than ready, fingering my pussy, so I would cum. One of many orgasms I would have that night.
I couldn’t help but whimper a bit as the clamps closed on my sensitive nipples. My master stoking my neck as I got used to the feeling which didn’t take long. Fully bound and tightly clamped, Simon worked his way down toward my aching little pussy, desperate for his touch.
Even though I knew it was coming, I still could help but gas when his tongue first caressed my pussy. Setting off all kinds of explosions in my head. Which only got more intense the harder and faster he licked. Switching his main focus from my tender lips to my begging clit. I was glad for the ropes when I started to cum, otherwise I might have hurt myself.
Still planting warm, wet kisses on my pussy. Simon did a no-look grab of the vibrator, which had also come into his possession. No sooner had I recovered from his tongue treatment than my lovely master was stroking the buzzing end of the vibrator against me, making me wiggle and writhe against the ropes in the most delightful way. Slowly but surely slipping the wonderful toy inside me. It wasn’t very big, which was something of a relief and it certainly did the job. My pussy needing to stretch to be able to accommodate it.
Lovingly stroking my belly, he started going even harder, putting the setting up to high, the vibrator pounding as deep inside me as it could safely go. Angled just right so it was buzzing hard against my clit the entire time.
My loving master kissed me gently and stroked my hair as I started to cum. Shaking nearly as hard as the happy little vibrator buzzing deep inside me as the ropes held me still. Preventing my hips from following as he slipped out the vibrator.
Placing the vibrator aside, he went back down and licked me clean. At least I assumed that was the idea, except he kept licking me until I’d cum again, starting the process over again. Not that I minded at all.
Relief came in a whoosh as he undid the nipple clamps. The constant pinch ebbing to a dull throb, leaving them even more sensitive than before. Not one to waste such an opportunity, Simon ran his tongue around them, one after the other, before starting to lightly suck them. It was more than possible I would have cum just from that, but Simon took no chances, tenderly stroking my clit until I was shaking uncontrollably against him.
Licking me clean again, he started working my pussy. Stroking and stretching until I started to moan. To test the effects, I slipped three fingers right up there, not bothering with the build up, at least in terms of number. He was still slow and gentle as usual. Working his fingers in inch by inch, my pussy adjusting as he did, lightly squeezing his fingers in welcome. Simon didn’t say anything but nodded to himself.
Climbing up on top of me, He shimmied up, along my body until his knees were up near my chest on either side, the tasty head of his cock inches from my lips.
“Want it, pet?” he asked mildly.
“Yes, master.”
“Ask nicely,” he promoted.
“Please, master. May I suck your cock?”
“You may, my darling.”
I opened my mouth for him, and he slid the head in I took him in a warm, loving mouth hug. It was so lovely, warm and tasty in my mouth, I actually closed my eyes and hummed with delight, doing my best to move my head back and forth along his throbbing shaft. Taking control, Simon took hold of my head, cradling it, which was honestly a lot more comfortable, and gently face fucked me. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to avoid teeth, and closed my lips tight around me as he made love to my mouth. His cock getting down well past my gag reflex, taking my throat virginity. I wasn’t quite ready for the sheer size and ferocity of the flood, despite having sucked him off before. I wondered if he might have abstained in preparation, or at least cut back. Like if he couldn’t be with me, he wouldn’t do anything at all. The idea warmed my heart, even thought not knowing if it was true, I smiled as I did my best to swallow down his massive load. The rest of it was redirected onto my face and spread around more or less evenly with the tip of his cock. He hadn’t exaggerated about the benefits to my skin and I decided to leave it where it was. When he was finished, Simon held his cock just above my mouth and I gladly licked him clean.
I recognized the sound of the drawer. For some reason I thought he was getting out the lotion, even though he hadn’t sparked me. It was the lotion, only applied to my nipples, strikes in gently with his fingertip. Then, however, it was time.
Returning the bottle of lotion to the drawer, he got out a bottle of lube. Squeezing out a generous amount onto his first two fingers, he returned to my pussy, applying the lube quite thoroughly, nearly making me cum. Dripping a dollop onto his cock, he got int position between my spread and bound legs.
I never forgot the feeling of Simon mounting me. It was all pretty memorable but the feeling of Simon getting into a fully dominant position, taking full control of my body, would stay with me forever.
True to his word, Simon was both gentle and careful, easing his perfect cock into my tight virgin pussy. It only hurt a little when he broke through my cherry, the rest of it feeling absolutely transcendent as he gently fucked me for the very first time. I was glad we waited and he had taken so much time to get me ready.
Taking all do time, Simon started pumping faster, as I was able to take more, my pussy stretching out nicely to accommodate his mighty mass. The sounds that came out of me both new and wonderful. At first, I’d still been somewhat embarrassed by my ‘sex noises’ but by that point I saw them as wonderful. An expression of the love I felt for Simon and didn’t care if I was picked up by the International Space Station.
I recognized the rush from when Simon had cum in my mouth. It was immediately clear that he’d come inside me. His hot, thick cum warming me up from the core. I knew we should have used a condom but I wanted to feel him, not last because it was my first time.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said, gently pulling out of me.
“I-it’s okay, I really liked it. All of it I mean.”
“I don’t suppose you’re on birth control.”
“No.”
“That’s my fault really. I should have made sure. You are mine after all.”
I was, I was his, absolutely and completely. If he’d wanted to put me on birth control I would have done it. I would have done anything he told me to, knowing it would be for my own good.
“It’s okay,” I said, trying to comfort him. I would have hugged him were my arms not bound.
I didn’t know if I would get pregnant. None of the women in my family were terribly fertile and it was my first time. I wasn’t silly enough to think a girl couldn’t get pregnant her first time but it should have some effect and I was, as far as I knew, between cycles. I any case, I wouldn’t have changed anything if I’d had to do it all again. It had felt wonderful and if I was going to have a baby, I couldn’t think of anyone I wanted to have a baby with more than him. I had the gut feeling that Simon would be a wonderful father, supporting me and our baby to the limits of his ability.
Simon undid the ropes one by one. Loosening the knots with one hand while holding my wrist or ankle as he did, lowering my arms and legs gently back to the mattress. Tenderly unkinking my arms and massaging the feeling back into my legs. I didn’t look down but Simon took care of things down there with a wet wipe, cleaning away my little bit of virgin blood. Limiting me up into his arms it was back into the bathroom. It wasn’t the first time Simon had given me a bath but it was definitely the most special. I wasn’t sure what would happened when I finally lost my cherry but it I still hand’t expected that. I felt truly changed in a fundamental way. Like a new world had been opened to me. The world of adulthood, leaving behind the kid I had been. I still had a lot to learn but also couldn’t wait to get star
ted and I had Simon there to help me along.
The bath filled up with warm, soapy water, ducky bobbing on the top, Simon scooped me up and slowly submerged me in the relaxing chamber, just letting me float for a while before he started washing me all over. Convincing me to sit up, he also tackled the monumental task of washing my hair, going so far as to style it for me. All. The chocolate and flowers in the world couldn’t rival that in terms of a romantic gesture.
Patting me dry, my sweet master swaddled me in a delicious silk robe and led me downstairs, my legs still a little wobbly from what I’d just been through.
“Sit,” he said, pulling out a chair.
“Help?”
With my master’s assistance I eased myself down into the chair and watcher as he cooked up a very nice, no meat, high protein dinner for us both. Literally cutting my food and feeding me as a sign of his love and deviation. Wiping my chin should I happen to dribble. Kissing me on occasion.
Satisfied in every possible way, Simon left me watching his flat screen TV for a while while he went up and change the linens. I was actually rubbing my eyes when he returned. Kissing me back a wake, Simon carried me up the stairs like a fairy tale prince and tucked me into bed. Holding me and kissing me until sleep took us.
Chapter Twenty-Three - Simon
The feeling was new but in a nice way. It wasn’t the first time I’d woken up next to Skye but it felt like it. Something had changed between us but in the best possible way. We had passed the final real signpost put up by society and were still as strong as ever. The only other thing to do at that point was to get married, which didn’t frighten me as much as it would have at one point. Not because I had fear of commitment or any other such bullshit. I just hadn’t meant anyone I wanted to commit to before. Commitment meaning surrender at least part of my autonomy to another person. Something I hadn’t done since I grew up and moved out. Skye had made me think and feel things I’d never thought or felt before. I realized, with no small measure of surprise, that I wanted a relationship whip with her.