by Jamie Knight
After a second, I pulled back and stared into her eyes when she opened them. I could see the disappointment. At that moment, I knew she was ready for me, but this was my night, and I was in charge.
Carrie lifted her head like she was calling on me, like her body was somehow reaching out for me, pleading with me to please it. She wanted more of me. The fire I’d ignited was burning her, choking her. She was panting heavily in desire, almost in tears. I couldn’t help myself. Seeing her standing there, vulnerable, exposed, and naked, was having a toll on me. Her body was speaking to mine, calling me, urging me to get closer and grab her. I really loved it. She opened her mouth, and I could have sworn she said something, but it didn’t matter anymore. My cock was so hard, and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was going to cum. It was inevitable.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered, almost in desperation.
And without hesitation or fear, Carrie jumped, knelt in front of me, and looked up at my face waiting for further instructions. I could feel the tension building and rising within my body. I grabbed her by the hair, hurriedly pumped my cock in her mouth, stroked it for about a second, pulled back, and came all over her pretty face. She knelt there and struggling to lick my hot salty seed into her mouth. I could tell she was both startled and shocked but pleased with how her body affected mine. I swear I could have read a sense of accomplishment in her eyes.
Chapter Six - Carrie
Jackson had full control over my body. I was under his power. I didn’t even pull at my tied hands as I licked at my cum covered lips, I knew he wouldn’t want that, and I only wanted to do as he wished. The pleasure in his eyes made me feel equally pleased, my body willingly submitting to his commands. I wanted him badly. Was it the champagne taking control of my senses, or was my body finally accepting what it desired?
“Come here,” my buyer ordered.
Still on my knees, slowly, I shuffled closer to him. Jackson was demanding, and I liked that part of him. His roughness commands made my brain spin.
His dark hair was no longer under control as he stepped back and combed his fingers through it. His eyes, though, penetrated through me as he appreciated what was in front of him. This man desired me just as much as I did him.
Jackson took a towel and wiped off my face gently. He didn’t untie my wrists as he cleaned me, but it felt like the aftercare Gina talked about that came with BDSM. Kneeling down, he made sure every inch of my face was spotless then gave me a smile.
“Good girl.”
I shivered at his words.
Putting his thumb under my chin, Jackson directed my head closer so he could kiss my lips. His touch was so soft, so caring, it made me weak.
How was I supposed to remain calm around this man? Everything he did aroused me, and that was going to be my undoing.
“Let’s go,’ said Jackson. He stood, helped me to my feet, and lead me to another room. I followed him quietly without questioning. “Good girl,’ he added again, nodding slightly.
He must have put some kind of spell on me because that statement made me smile every time he said it. I was not ashamed to admit that I liked being praised that way and wanted to impress Jackson more so he would keep commending me.
The man looked back at me, and his eyes moved over my curves. I smiled again and glanced around the room he brought me to. It was the mansion’s master bedroom, and it was opulent. The square footage of this one room was way more than the two-bedroom apartment that Gina and I shared. Centered between two curtained windows was the biggest four-poster bed I had ever seen.
Jackson tugged at my hands to get my attention, and he pressed his body against mine. I was burning up; this man was an inferno. I felt the fire of his breath as he moved his lips closer to my ear.
“Kneel down,” he whispered.
I nodded and agreed to anything — everything.
I was wearing nothing but my white stilettos. My knees dropped onto the carpet, and I used my forearms against the foot of the bed to balance myself. Having my hands bound deprived me of the sense of touch, and I desperately wanted to use my hands all over Jackson’s muscular body.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded.
I obeyed.
He watched me intently as I spread my lips slightly, then he stepped closer to me. I was ready to welcome his hard cock back into my mouth. He angled his dickhead towards my gaping lips, slowly feeding himself to me. I enjoyed folding my lips over his cock head and sucking, my teeth just barely grazing him. I could taste his salty precum as my tongue swirled.
“Don’t move. Not a sound.”
I was still taking his full length. Jackson’s hands dropped to my head to control my movements. He wound his fingers into my hair — pulling slightly — then steadily fucked my mouth. Moaning in pleasure, he leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand against one of the bedposts as he thrust steadily in and out of my lips.
His dick strained between my cheeks. I could sense that he was close to his limit. Suddenly, he withdrew. The absence of his cock in my mouth made me want him even more, and I think he sensed that.
Grabbing my head again, Jackson pushed himself inside my mouth harder, and I gagged. He pulled my hair, burying his groin in my face. Above me, he muttered something incoherent. A thrill ran up inside me as I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat. My jaw widened to take more of him in. He pushed deeper. I loved the way his thighs tightened and his ass jutted back.
I tasted his cum in my mouth as he reached his climax. I swallowed his torrent of hot seed. Jackson never lost control. He only groaned, then he was back to being himself.
“Bed,’ he croaked.
I stood and headed to his bed. On Jackson’s silken mattress, all I could think about was how perfect the bed was. My buyer did everything he did to perfection.
He followed behind then stopped to look me over. “I’m going to bind you to my bed like a piece of art that was meant to be admired,” he told me, and I felt a shiver run through my body. I was about to be entirely at this man’s mercy. The feeling was titillating.
He pulled a long metal bar from beneath the bed. Each end had a roundish clasp that he attached around my ankles. The bar kept my legs wide open, my virgin pussy on display. Part of me filched, unused to being so revealed, but Jackson knew best, and if this was what he wanted, then I would adapt.
The bar was attached to leather thongs on the bed. My legs were suspended above me, and he had full access to my pussy. Jackson sunk in between my thighs, tasting me. His tongue inside me made me squeal. I half expected him to reprimand me, but he was otherwise occupied. He swirled his tongue around my clit and pushed inside me. I writhed in desire and against the restraints holding me in place.
His fingers gently stroked my lower lips. I bucked against his touch and tongue. He buried his tongue further into my pussy as my hips rocked up to meet his face even though I was restrained. I could feel each and every stroke of his tongue. My climax was rising inside me, and he fueled that flame by coaxing my g-spot, forcing my body to surrender to him. I closed my eyes because I was no longer in control.
“It feels so good!” I cried out.
An orgasm ripped through my body. It felt like I was exploding as my core jerked at the sweet torture I had just experienced. I wanted more of that.
Jackson licked me dry, and I was a bit embarrassed. I could feel his eyes on me as he licked the cum off of my pussy like my juices were the best thing he had ever tasted. Devoured, that is the right word to describe what Jackson was doing.
I remained in a daze but aware as he undid the ropes attached to the spreader bar. With a twist and a pull of the steel shaft, he brought me down so that I laid on the bed. He grinned as he looked at my naked body, then unhooked the bar.
“Please,” I managed to form the word faintly between exhausted breaths.
“What do you want?” he teased. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he wanted to hear me say it. I
blushed because I didn’t know if I had it in me to ask for what I needed.
Jackson leaned closer to me as he sucked my earlobe.
“Please,” I said again. And then I begged. “Fuck me.”
Chapter Seven - Carrie
“Are you sure, Carrie?”
Jackson stood above me, staring intently into my eyes. I knew at that moment, if I changed my mind, he would let me leave. But I had no intention of changing my mind. I was sure, and I didn’t understand how I could put into words what I wanted.
“You don’t regret what happened here?” He brushed a hand over my leg tenderly.
“I don’t regret a single thing, sir.” That was my truth.
I wanted to go further and fulfill the terms of our contract. Jackson was happy, and I liked pleasing him. Pleasing him added to my pleasure.
A grin covered his face. Jackson practically glowed. “You are the best sub I have ever had.”
I aim to please.
I smiled back.
“For that, you get a reward,” he added.
He pulled me up, helping since my hands were still bound, and took me to a chair in the corner of the room. Putting my belly over the seat, he tied me up again on the chair. I wasn’t facing him, and I hated that because I liked looking at his face.
Jackson crouched as he ringed each of my ankles with his finger. There was something heavenly about his touch. His hands moved, skimming upwards along my body. I held my breath as I anticipated his next move, but he was slow, almost torturous.
His tongue swirled over the spaces behind my knees, tickling and causing me to flinch. I didn’t know that was something people did.
Jackson’s fingers followed my outer thighs in a straight line pressing his thumbs in places that I didn’t know could make one hornier. I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. Everything he did took me over the edge.
He used his thumbnails to draw circles over the naked curves of my lower lips. He brushed his lips on my ass, and I became wetter. His fingers slid through me as he traced my clit. I vibrated at the contact. He pushed his tongue inside me, and I wanted to sing out his praises.
I pushed my ass towards him to mark as he chose. I wanted to give him everything to finger or fuck. I was at his mercy, and he loved that I willingly submitted to him. He laughed; it was a beautiful sound.
“Relax.”
A moan escaped me as he grazed me gently with his teeth. One of his hands slid up to trace my breasts, warm and swollen. I started to rock against him, shaking the chair. Jackson’s hand brushed the inside of my thigh, moving higher and electrifyingly slowly.
He ran his fingers through my hair, and his lips lightly sucked my skin. With each kiss, I exhaled. He moved his lips to my ear, nibbling it and then parting his lips over my ear so that I heard his sharp intake of breath. The sound he made only spoke to that deep desire inside me that wanted nothing but to be released.
“We can take it as slow as you want,” he whispered. “Or as slow as you can bear to wait.”
My breath caught in my throat. “As fast as you want it, sir,” I murmured.
Leaning his body against mine, Jackson slipped two fingers into my pussy. I felt my mouth widen against the heat of his neck as he teased me open. The stroke of his thumb was purposeful and steady on my firm clit while his fingers plunged in and out of me, sinking further and further. I began to meet the repetition of his thrusts, naturally tilting and buckling beneath him.
I felt myself unfold and unravel for him. My hands clutched at my restraints, scratched at the legs of the chair, as I screamed my pleasure into his skin.
His breath grew more desperate and rugged. “Boy, are we eager to please,” he managed to say.
I melted at those words, and I wondered how long it would take before he made me cum again. Dropping to his knees, Jackson’s tongue danced and writhed inside of me. With each skillful stroke, my thighs clenched his face harder. But I still needed more. I threw my head back, and I rode his face as I met his every stroke.
Before I could say another word, I could feel myself drawing closer to my climax. His head dove further between my legs. I bucked and rolled under him. Jackson sucked every drip from me as I orgasmed. Each orgasm more powerful than the previous one.
“That’s my girl,” said Jackson interjected. “Are you ready for me?”
I nodded because I couldn’t trust myself to speak.
He took his stiff cock, set the head against my entrance, and thrust it into my pussy. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he filled me. I was finally losing my virginity.
Jackson wasn’t as aggressive as I expected him to be. He cared that this was my first time. When he realized that I was getting accustomed to his dick inside me, he started moving. I was filled by his cock as he increased his thrusts inside me, building to a steady pace. He would withdraw entirely often before he drove his full length back into me.
Jackson placed his hands on my hips, and I pulled back to meet him, straining against my restraints. That simple gesture incredibly aroused me. He pulled out his dick and rubbed the tip against my pussy lips. My body begged for him, and he realized that.
Jackson pushed his hips forward. As his hands rubbed across my ass, and he smacked it lightly. My pussy clenched on his cock as he thrust harder and faster. We were both getting closer to our climax. Wrapping his arms around me, he bought his finger to my clit and pressed it gently, and that was enough to make me go crazy. I clenched harder, and he increased the pace.
I cum harder than before, and I felt Jackson following suit. I was swearing and screaming. He came inside me, and that wave was unexpected. I couldn’t describe the feeling because there were no right words to explain what I felt.
I was breathless, and so was he. What I knew was that I wanted to experience that feeling again with him.
Chapter Eight - Jackson
Morning came, and I felt like the birds sang with just a little more melody, and the sun shined a little brighter. Every single one of my five senses felt intensified. I never felt more alive.
I looked to my left and saw Carrie’s beautiful face. She looked even more stunning sleeping right next to me. It had been a long time since I felt the way I did, joy and some weird form of happiness. I couldn’t explain the feeling I had waking up next to Carrie. All I knew was that it felt satisfying. It felt right.
Usually, when I took a girl, I would have them leave before the sun came out, but there was something different about this woman — something special. I spent a few minutes ogling at the masterpiece that was her sun kissed face, then I leaned in to give her a peck on her forehead.
Carrie slowly turned her head to face me and started kissing my lips slowly, then passionately. I kissed her back with the same passion she showed me.
“Are you awake?” I asked as I was kissing her long neck.
“I am now.”
“Did you sleep well?” I palmed one of her breasts and squeezed.
“Mmm!” she moaned when I rolled my tongue on the tip of her breast. I felt both her nipples harden, and it aroused me.
Looking at me with her clear, blue eyes, Carried smiled. “Did you have fun last night?” she asked shyly.
“I did. Lots and lots and lots of fun,” I answered as I kissed her all the way to her bellybutton.
“I had fun too,” she giggled. “I’m glad I did this.”
I bet you are, I thought, judging by the way that she begged for more.
I kept on kissing her all the way to her pussy then I paused for a minute just to look at her. Carrie was even more beautiful during the day. She was curvy, and the sun managed to hit her skin just right. All I could think about was how tight she was when my dick went in her for the first time. Pulling up, I kissed her on the mouth then went straight to business.
I spread her legs as wide as I could to allow me full access to her glorious pussy. I opened the lips and ever so slightly brushed my tongue on her cli
t. The way she shivered every time my tongue touched her bud made my dick hard.
I took my time eating her pussy and fingering her. I could tell by her reaction that she was enjoying what I was doing very much. My main goal was to make sure that Carrie would never forget her time with me. And her being new to all this made me even more determined to show her a good time.
I slipped a second finger in Carrie’s pussy and increased both the pace and intensity.
“Please, fuck me,” she begged.
I stopped what I was doing and got out of bed. I saw that she was unsettled, kind of like she was wondering why I had stopped.
“Give me a minute. I’ll be right back,” I told her as I walked into my closet.
“Please, Jackson, come back!” Carrie begged for more.
Walking back into the room, I held two ties in my hand.
“It’s time for more fun?”
I showed her the ties and asked for permission to bind her to the bed. She agreed without hesitation. Carrie had a burning desire in her eyes, and I had every intention of fulfilling her dreams at that very moment.
I took her right hand, secured her to the bed, and then did the same with the left hand. She looked a bit curious, but I wasn’t worried about that because I was about to blow her mind. I spread her legs and lay flat on the bed with my head between her thighs. I slowly pushed my index finger inside Carrie’s pussy, and she let out a soft moan. She liked it when I finger fucked her. She kept begging me for my cock, but I didn’t want to give it to her, at least not yet.
I kissed her pussy and rolled my tongue on her clit, this time with a little more passion and vigor. I slowly slid my tongue into her opening and started to fuck her pussy with my tongue.
Wetting my finger, I slid down to her asshole and slowly pushed it in so that I could simultaneously fuck both her pussy and her ass. Carrie arched her back and wrapped her legs around my head, pushing my tongue even deeper in her.