by Jamie Knight
I could feel my nipples getting hard with sweet arousal, wanting so much for him to suck them or even to touch them. He could touch me anywhere he wanted, anytime, so in the thrall of that sexy man was I.
I was a bit surprised but thrilled beyond belief when his tongue continued up over my lower lip. My mouth opened almost instinctively. I was vaguely aware of ‘Frenching’ but only by description. I knew it was something that people did, and I had to open my mouth for it to happen. Though, for the life of me, I had no idea what to do after that
My master hauled me up into a standing position before picking me up in his arms. With my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, we were the perfect level to kiss — our entire foot of height difference counting for nothing.
Sliding his hands down my back in a way that made me want to moan, he squeezed my ass hard. The moan burst out of me before I could stop it, though it only interrupted our heavy make-out session for a second or two.
Warren drove his tongue back into my mouth, kissing me furiously. Like a hundred years of passion was given release in the same moment. I hoped it was something about me that had unlocked such reserves on unbridled intensity but wasn’t nearly confident enough to think it could really be true.
My sweet man carried me over to a counter and set me down, the smooth surface cool under my bare ass. Warren finally relinquished his hold on me. Though he did continue to stroke my back as he resumed giving me a crash course in love. My heart was pounding so fast I was afraid it might burst, my skin becoming even more sensitive than usual under his sure touch. A condition that went doubly for my pussy and nipples. I was reasonably sure I would swoon dead away if he touched me like that, which only made my yearning deeper. Imagining what it would be like for him to race his fingers over my delicate pink lips as his other hand tended to my rock hard nipples, so sensitive a gentle breeze could make me shudder with pure pleasure.
It was crazy, but I felt so good in his arms as he gave me another gift of experience. One that made me feel so safe and loved I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to end.
Chapter Thirteen - Warren
It was like something from a dream… or a dream within a dream. I was both in the moment and watching at the same time. Unsure what exactly was going on and how I was supposed to feel about it. Feelings could really be annoying things sometimes. Partly when they lead to such confusion.
I never kissed my pets. Truth be told, I rarely licked pussy unless they were exceptionally obedient, and their pussy tasted terrific. I found myself unable to resist Amanda’s. It was like I was pulled in by a natural force when she was tied up on the bed. Something about the innocent look in her eyes, and the delicious smell of her sweet virgin pussy had driven me wild.
Like eating pussy, kissing always seemed far too intimate and emotional. Especially when tongues got involved. It was almost like two spirits could connect through the mouth. The movement of gently wrestling. It was clear Amanda didn’t have any more idea about how to kiss than how to suck cock. She really was absolutely pure and untouched. I was the first one she did any of it with, which couldn’t help but make me feel a bit powerful. Particularly when there was so much more for her to discover. Like when I finally put my cock in her pussy and fucked the virginity right out of her.
Still, there was the matter of us making out. So strange I could hardly believe it was happening at first. Yet there I was, making out like a teenager with a girl only a couple of years out of adolescence.
A deep and unsettling unfeeling rose from inside me like the great old ones from beneath the dark, raging waves on the sea. I could actually see it in my head. A vision dark and frightening, at least to me. Feelings I’d thought long ago suppressed, if not actually gone, coming back to the surface to howl again.
I backed away from Amanda so suddenly she gasped. I couldn’t look at her. It would just confuse me. Making my way to the other side of the room to put some distance between us, I tried to collect my thoughts. I could hear her hop down to the floor, unable to drive her completely from my mind.
“D-did I do something wrong, master?”
Her voice was so small and pathetic, it almost hurt. I couldn’t open up to her. It just wasn’t how it was done. I did my best to regain the dominant feeling. I wanted to punish her for how she made me feel, even if it was slightly insane. I would put her over my knee and spank her until I didn’t love her anymore. Not that it would affect her feelings for me at all, and I knew it didn’t work that way. It had been a while since I’d had any such feelings for anyone, but it really wasn’t the kind of thing you easily forgot.
I could feel her hands on me. Her touch was as innocent as it was earnest, honestly trying to help. The monster in me wanted to backhand her to make her stop, but thankfully, I restrained it. She was a charming girl and didn’t deserve such rough treatment. I didn’t mind punishing her as her dom, but that was a far cry from beating her. I’d always prided myself on never leaving bruises on my pets.
“Stop,” I ordered, making her cease immediately, “you must never touch me without expressed permission. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master,” she said, in a broken tone that made me want to cry.
She sank to her knees. Her lovely head hung. Her big, beautiful eyes to the floor, submitting to my wrath. The wrath I could feel brewing in the darkest corner of my mind, urging me to destroy this beautiful, pure little creature before it was too late.
“Please punish me,” she said, between soft sobs, “do what you like. I am yours.”
I could feel my hand ball into a fist. Ready to strike, to smash, to destroy. It had only happened once before, and I still remembered all too well what had happened.
“Get out of here,” I growled, “get upstairs and go to bed. Lock the door behind you.”
There was a flash of fear in her doe-eyes and then a look of perfect understanding. She left quickly without running and went up the stairs to the room I had first put her in. When she was safely away, locked behind the sturdy door, I went up myself, struck by sudden tiredness that went well beyond the physical.
The fatigue was terrible, the result of the battle within myself. Inner demons locked in battle with better angels. The angels finally coming out victorious, swords and faces soiled with unholy blood. The image was so striking I knew I had to try and paint it. It was just possible it might get me to the level I always wanted to be.
Despite the exhaustion of mind and spirit, I just couldn’t get to sleep. Even after counting flocks of sheep floating over the bed in the dark. The bedsheets twisted around me. It was an answer as obvious as the question. Something was missing. It had been for a while, though I’d only recently realized. Despite the late realization, it was also abundantly clear that I was to get no rest and have no peace until the gap in my life was filled.
The lock clicked softly in the dark. I had a key for every door in the house, there being nowhere I couldn’t easily go. She was already asleep. Laying in beautiful repose. The silken blankets and heavy duvet covering her tender nakedness. Amanda looked so peaceful, what appeared to be the ghost of a smile touching her sweet lips. I both loved and hated the gentle innocence of her face.
Seizing the edge of the covers, I pulled them back, revealing her glory, trying to focus on how sexy her body was. A fool’s inspiration as it turned out because, before I knew it, I was joining my young muse under the covers, taking her in my embrace. With her gentle warmth against me and the sweet smell of her filling my senses, I was asleep within seconds.
Chapter Fourteen - Amanda
Everything was illuminated. Pure white light from the morning sun poured in through the open curtains, warming everything it touched. I awoke refreshed and ready for more training. Of course, assuming that Warren wanted to do it. I would never go against him again. It was a promise I made to myself the night before.
Whatever he wanted that it was in my power to give, he could have. My body, mind, heart
, and soul were all completely his to work to his own ends, even at a cost to myself. He had shown me a world I never knew existed and, even though it had only been a night, making my master happy was the only thing that mattered to me.
I felt a slight movement beside me. It was then that I noticed the surrounding arm, only recently returned to the waking world. Warren must have come in while I was sleeping. It was well within his rights as my master. I was just a bit surprised. Particularly with how he was holding me like I was a big teddy bear. It felt wonderful and was far more intimate than anything I’d experienced, including when I’d had his cock in my mouth and when he’d licked me. Both of those instances had been wonderful but had been almost purely physical. The cuddling he gave me in bed that morning felt like something else, something more profound.
I could feel his cock against me, rigid and warm. Had it been like that when he got into bed with me, or was it morning wood? Either way, it was really sexy, and I felt the fire start to burn in my belly. Feelings that I’d been taught were ‘impure’ and ‘sinful’ nonetheless rising up within me. I was so tempted to reach back and wrap my hand around his cock, but he had been absolutely clear about me not touching him without permission. He could touch me whenever he wanted, but he was the master. I needed permission.
I tried to be a good girl for him and waited what seemed like forever. Wishing for him to wake up and help me feel good. Even if it was just enough to relieve the pressure that had built up inside. It was getting to the point of an ache in my pussy, and if it didn’t release soon, I felt like I was going to go insane.
Warren hadn’t actually said I couldn’t touch myself. Just that I couldn’t touch him. Moving carefully, I slipped a hand between my legs and gently cupped my pussy. I pleasured myself with slow strokes, careful not to go too hard, my sensitivity higher than usual. Getting brave, I lightly touched my clit, nearly crying out with surprise and pleasure. So, that was where he was licking to make me feel so good. The feeling with my finger was similar but not the same as when he used his incredible tongue. Still, it was better than nothing. I kept up with the light strokes, making occasional passes on my clit until I was getting close to orgasm.
I must have been moving too much or made a noise I hadn’t meant to because just when I was about to cum, Warren grabbed me from behind. With one quick move, he had flipped me over onto my belly and was holding me down.
“Naughty girl,” he said, landing a hard spank square on my ass.
I yelped in pain but didn’t try to speak. As uncomfortable as I’d been, I knew he was right. I’d done something without permission.
“Your body is mine, pet,” he said, landing a slap on the other butt cheek. “You only cum when I say you can. Is that absolutely clear?”
“Yes, master,” I said, euphorically happy, “may I please cum, my master? My pussy is really aching.”
“No, not yet. You were a naughty girl, and what happens to bad girls?”
“They get punished.”
“Very good, pet. I am going to have to punish you. Then we will see about letting you cum.”
“Yes, master. Thank you, master.”
I could feel the weight shift as he got up off the bed, my little form doing little to move the springs.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, “not one inch. Stay exactly where you are, or I will spank you so hard they will hear you scream in Ontario.”
“Yes, master,” I enthused, knowing he was at least half-joking.
I could hear the drawers open and guessed what he was getting before he returned with rope, four lengths of it. The bed was an old-fashioned four-poster, so it wasn’t difficult to imagine what he was going to do.
He did my arms first, taking great care to tie each rope to each of my wrists, making sure it would hold me without cutting off my circulation or cause rope burn. I got the feeling the idea was to hold me, not to hurt me.
Finishing up my wrists, he moved down, caressing his hands down my body, the two coiled ropes waiting between my legs like skinny, patient snakes. I could feel the goosebumps rising on my flesh as he passed. The very touch of his hands filled me width gentle bliss.
Reaching my ankles, he did my left leg first, using one hand to pull it toward him. Picking up the first of the two remaining ropes, he tenderly tied it around my ankle. That done, he moved over to the other leg repeating the process. When both ropes were attached, Warren went back around to my left side. Cradling my ankle, he used his other hand to wrap the end of the rope around the bedpost. Pulling and shifting until the bottom of my foot was almost touching the varnished wood. Instead, hanging in a sort of suspension, similar to my arms. He did the same to my other leg, leaving me spreadeagle on the bed, the air ticking my wet pussy. I was completely at his mercy, and I loved it.
Warren reversed the trip, caressing his hands back up my body from my feet to my shoulders. Leaning in, he kissed me on the lips. I thought we might make-out like we had in the kitchen, but instead, he started moving down, over my chin and along my neck, mixing gentle licks and soft bites. I loved all of it, especially the bites, to my surprise. They were more exhilarating than painful.
Kissing, licking, and nipping his way down my neck and over my chest, he went to the right and started on my tits. Softly biting the tender flesh as he worked his way down. I took a breath as he got to my nipple, hoping he wouldn’t bite me there too. He didn’t, of course, instead switching to a combination of sucking and licking, swirling his tongue lightly around it, making me moan with pleasure.
Warren kissed his way back across my chest and then down to my other boob, giving it the same tender loving care as the first, nearly making me cum with the sensation. He seemed to know this and abruptly stopped, slapping me hard on the thigh.
“No, bad girl!” he snapped.
When I’d come back down, Warren continued his mouth torture, doing the most wonderful things to my entire body. He went all the way down to my feet before working his way back up to my neck. I was almost ready to burst with pent-up anticipation. Finally, after what seemed like hours of laborious torture, he made his way down to my suffering pussy, which ached so much I wanted to cry.
The first touch was heaven. I moaned a lot and loud, not caring who heard as Warren drew his beautiful tongue the length of my suffering pussy. He gave me several more slow, easy licks building up the anticipation before going in hard. My master all but devoured me as I writhed and screamed, getting so close to orgasm I could taste it. I nearly felt my heart break when he stopped, just when I was reaching the peak.
“Bad girl,” he said, slapping me on the thigh again.
The slap stung but not nearly as much as his words. I wanted so much to be good, but he pleasured me so well I couldn’t help wanting to cum. Even so, I didn’t cry. I refused to. I had to be brave and take my punishment.
He did this several more times, getting me to the very edge of orgasm before denying me, telling me I was bad with a slap. My thigh was close to the color of a fire truck, and my cheeks were flushed and rolling with tears of silent agony.
“You may cum now, my pet,” he said.
Warren lowered his head back between my legs, going through the same motions as before. Only that time, he stroked my lips and fingered my clit as his talented tongue worked my sensitive pussy. In minutes, I was shaking and howling with a massive, earth-shattering, bone-shaking orgasm, looking like I was in desperate need of an exorcist.
Chapter Fifteen - Warren
It was a sight to see. My sweet girl hitting the peaks of ecstasy. Screaming like a banshee as she was literally shaken by the purest pleasure. Watching her tremble as she recovered her equilibrium, I knew it was time. We couldn’t hold off any longer, and it was time for me to make a woman of her.
“I’m going to take your virginity,” I said, lightly stroking her pussy, still wet from her recent orgasm.
“Yes, master, take me now and fuck me hard. Do whatever you like to m
e. I am completely yours, please just hurry,” she begged.
Amanda was edging on desperation, and I knew she wanted it, no matter what might happen. Getting up on the bed, I got between her legs, my eyes glued to her precious little pussy. I slipped two fingers inside her as a test to see if I might need to lick her again. It didn’t seem likely, considering the orgasm she’d just had. As I’d suspected, she was ready to go. I was already quite hard from administering her punishment. I wanted to ask if she was sure, but she’d been so definitive it didn’t seem necessary.
It was heaven mounting my sweet little pet, Amanda moaning wonderfully as I stroked the head of my cock against her eager little pussy. She did her best to follow my strokes, moving her hips to grind her pussy against me, desperate for me to pound the virginity out of her. I’d heard many sounds with my pets over the years. Still, nothing compared to the ethereal sigh of pure joy as I slid into the beautiful heaven of her tight, virgin pussy.
Giving her a moment to adjust, I eased further inside, moving in inch by inch. Her pristine pussy walls stretching to make room for me. My cock taking up every inch of available space inside her. I watched closely as her girlish innocence shifted into the knowledge of womanhood. Her eyes closed in concentration as her expression flicked between pleasure and pain as I loosened her up for a pounding.
Her gasp was sharp but brief, letting me know for sure I had reached her cherry. Easing back a bit, I gave her a moment to adjust to the feeling of having my massive cock in her tight little pussy. Holding her firmly and kissing her lips, I started to move again, busting through her little cherry, making her half gasp and half scream as I pushed in deep, filling her up with my hot throbbing cock.