by Alex Dawson
"Go ahead and put your purse on the chair," he said. "The first order of business is to discuss your punishment."
I dropped my denim purse on the armchair, startled. Normally I would take greater care with the furniture in this house, which was all nicer than what I was used to at home. I didn't speak, though. My mouth had gone dry and I had no idea what I would say.
"I'm big on punishment for mistakes, but I'm also big on rewarding good behavior," he continued. "I think you know me well enough to know that I like to be in control.”
“I haven’t had an old lady yet because I am very picky," he went on, holding up one finger "Honestly, as the leader of the Cowboys, I have to be with someone who is smoking hot to keep up appearances, but most of the hot girls I’ve met around here are stupid, they bore the shit out of me. You’re a cheerleader, definitely sexy, but you also have a brain.”
I blushed a little, pleased that he thought me so attractive.
He lifted another finger. "Also, I’ve been looking for a girl who wasn’t crazy, and wouldn’t run her mouth at the wrong time and get us all killed or arrested.”
He smiled at me. "Well? Do you think you fit that bill, or do you have some secret crazy you haven’t told me about?"
"Um, I don't think you would have kept spending time with me if I didn't. You invited me over to your house, you gave me a spare key a few months ago... if you didn't like me, why would you have done that?"
"That’s right!" he said. He reached out and put a finger underneath my chin, gently lifting my face up and holding my eyes with his own.
"The third thing I look for," he said, no longer bothering with holding up his fingers to count, "is total obedience."
I frowned.
"What do you mean?" I asked quietly.
"Have you heard of BDSM? Blindfolds and handcuffs?" he asked.
I blushed even harder.
"I've heard of them, I guess. I don't know much about them. Some guys get off on hurting girls?" I asked. "It doesn't sound very nice to me."
“It’s a little more complicated than that," he said. "You’ve got the gist, though. I’m used to being in control, I have to be, and that doesn’t end when I fuck.”
"Do you want to tie me up?" I asked.
He laughed, and pulled his hand away from my face.
"Right now, I want to punish you a little for not waiting like I told you to, and I want to let you know what you're getting into if you stay."
He reached out again and cupped my face in both of his hands. The feeling of his skin against my own gave me a shiver of desire, and I could feel my nipples start to grow hard against my bra.
"You can always leave," he said. "I don't want to do anything you don't want me to. I will always stop, do you understand me? I’m not one of those old school assholes who thinks that ‘no’ means ‘harder.’"
I nodded, and he took his hands away.
Carefully, gently, slowly, he leaned down and pressed his mouth against mine. I moaned softly as he deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me tight against him to feel the heat of his body as I relaxed in his arms.
Keeping one hand firmly around my back, he reached down with his other hand and squeezed my firm little ass.
I shivered again and leaned against him.
When he had me totally melted, unsteady on my feet, needing his strong arms for support, he pulled away. I stumbled a little and placed a hand on his chest to steady my feet.
He grinned down at me.
“All right, let’s go to breakfast!” he said. “I’m definitely hungry, and I bet you haven’t eaten.”
I blinked.
“Wait, I thought…” I began, “I thought we were going to…”
“You thought I was going to tie you up and take your cherry, here and now, at nine o’clock in the morning?” he asked. “I told you I was going to punish you, and here is your sentence - you have to wait for me to touch you again.”
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We ate breakfast at a local diner. It was a little greasy, but always delicious, and he had taken me out for eggs there a handful of times before.
Of course, before, I had harbored vague hopes of having sex with him someday in the distant future. Now, I was thinking about maybe having sex with him before this afternoon.
This time, I was so nervous that I dropped my fork four times.
Not only was I nervous, I was totally horny. My cheeks were flushed and my nipples were hard, and I kept shifting on the uncomfortable bench as the flame of desire coiled in my belly and tingled between my legs.
When we got back to his house, I sat across from him on the sofa in his living room, like I had dozens of times before.
“Is… is my punishment over?” I asked, my voice coming out in an uncertain whisper.
He leaned down and kissed me, an unhurried and gentle press of his lips against mine.
“Oh, I think so,” he said.
"What would you like me to do?" I asked.
"Well," he replied, "I would love to feel your mouth on my cock."
I nodded, slowly. If that was what this man who had done so much for me and been so kind wanted me to do, I would try. I was frightened of the newness of it all, but I wanted to touch him and I wanted to please him.
Slowly, never breaking eye contact with me, he stood up to his full commanding height and unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to reveal bright red boxers straining to contain his erection. Once he'd stepped out of his pants, he did the same to the boxers and sat down on the couch.
Naked, the hard bulge I had felt when I sat in his lap was revealed, and it proved to be a monster cock. The first time I saw it, my brain exaggerated it to the size of my forearm. Surely this wouldn’t fit inside me, I thought.
I had never sucked a cock before, and his was so big! I wanted to please him, to satisfy him, but I was afraid to put such an enormous shaft in my mouth. I knew I couldn't swallow it all the way down, like I'd heard some girls did when blowing their boyfriends. This wasn’t some boy’s rod, this was a man’s heavy shaft and there wasn't enough room in my throat for a giant pole like his.
"Easy," he said.
He reached out and took my hand.
"I know this isn't something you've encountered before," he said.
"It's so big," I whispered, eyes wide.
"I know, but you’ve got this, you can definitely take it. Why don't you start just by touching it?" he asked, and pulled me gently over to him by my hand.
"On your knees, that will make it easier," he said, with a sharper tug on my hand in his.
I knelt by the edge of the couch and he let go of my hand. Carefully, I reached out and stroked one finger down the shaft, from the purple mushroom head down to the root, buried in a forest of thick pubic hair.
His cock twitched with the touch, and I gasped and drew my hand back from it. I looked up at my friend to make sure I'd done the right thing.
He smiled kindly at me and told me that his cock wouldn't break, I could touch it more firmly.
Okay, I thought to myself, This is it. This is when I suck my first cock.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, taking care to be gentle, but increasing the pressure and grasping it a little more confidently.
As I opened my mouth and leaned forward, I shut my eyes and breathed in the rich scent of him…
I leaned forward until my tongue was touching the underside of the head of his cock, licking off the bead of pre-cum glistening there with a flick of my tongue.
The taste of him was not what I'd expected. My friends at school had told me that their boyfriends tasted bitter and salty, sucking cock totally grossed them out.
He tasted salty, yes, but not unpleasantly so.
I adjusted my hand on his shaft and leaned forward, taking his cockhead into my mouth and flicking my tongue against the underside, licking away the precum as it appeared.
Carefully
, I sucked on the heavy organ in my mouth. I stopped flicking my tongue and began running it in circles around the head.
Luke reached his hand down and wrapped it around my own, slowly moving it up and down his thick shaft, from my lips to the root. After three long strokes, he let go of my hand.
"Keep stroking," he said quietly.
How could I disobey a command like that, when I was enjoying feeling how hot and strong the shaft in my hand was? I was pleased to have made him so hard, pleased to have him ready and willing to fuck my mouth.
After I got used to the feeling of just the tip of his cock in my mouth, I started bobbing my head a little bit, spreading my saliva along his length, my hand and my mouth meeting in the middle.
I tried to take him too deeply into my mouth and choked a little.
"Easy," he said. His voice, already deep, was even lower than normal, with an edge of raspiness that turned my knees to jelly. "Don't hurt yourself, now."
I opened my eyes and looked up at him, meeting his gaze. He was smiling at me and I smiled back - could he see that, with my mouth full of his cock?
Shutting my eyes, I returned to my task, focusing on the softness of his skin and the musky smell of him, the comforting warmth of his body. All of this was turning me on like I'd never been before, I could feel tingles in my nipples and below, a fire burning that I didn't know how to put out.
"I'm going to put my hand on your head," he said.
I nodded, still focusing on his cock and the feelings it was stirring me.
His large hand wrapped around the base of my skull and tangled into my hair, careful not to pull the strands.
He didn't force his cock deeper into my mouth, but he did apply a gentle pressure, speeding up my pace and setting the rhythm that worked for him.
It was pleasant, not to have to think about how to suck his cock to simply enjoy the feelings and have him set the rhythm.
I reached down with one hand and started rubbing myself through the thick khaki fabric of my miniskirt, in an effort to relieve the ache that was building there.
He stopped and took his hand off of the back of my head, pulling his cock slowly out of my mouth. I stopped rubbing myself for a moment, a little captivated by the long strand of saliva and precum that stretched from the slit on the head of his shaft to my mouth.
He chuckled and I blushed and hastily wiped my mouth on the back of my hand.
"Do you need some attention?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. I paused, and I could feel the blush spreading across my cheeks. "I was enjoying what we were doing just fine."
Oh. Perhaps he wanted to move on and have sex now.
"Do you want to, um, do you want to go up to bed?" I knew where his bedroom was, I'd glimpsed the large wooden bed through the open door before. Was I ready to go to bed with him, though?
"Look, Brandi," he said, "I don’t want to go too fast, okay? I don't expect to pop your cherry today. You had never even touched a cock before you sucked me off, had you?"
I tried to shuffle my feet, but I had knelt to have better access to my task. I squirmed, though, and hung my head a little.
"I didn't think so," he said.
He held his hand out to me and I took it without hesitation. With a tender touch and a warm smile, he used it to pull me to my feet.
"I think we need to talk," he said.
I groaned.
"Even I know that that's bad news," I said.
He laughed, then, a rich baritone chuckle, and hugged me around the shoulders. I marveled again, as I had for the past two years, that this man would be so kind to me. Even when he laughed, he included me in the joke, he never simple laughed at me or made me feel foolish.
"Let's sit on the couch," he said.
Once he sat down and patted the cushion next to him, I immediately sank onto the sofa and sighed involuntarily as the seat molded perfectly to my ass. I'd never known furniture could be this comfortable before Luke Reynolds had invited me into his home. The rest of the Cowboys might be content to spend their money on beer instead of couches that didn’t come from the side of the road, but apparently Luke, or his father, had slightly finer taste.
"All right, sweetheart," he began. "Aw, fuck, where to start? You’ve always been a good girl, especially for a Cowboy’s daughter, and I just had you blow me. I’m sorry, I was thinking with my dick, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea. I don’t want to just use you and let you go, okay?"
I looked up at him and smiled. He could never do that.
"I don’t want you to expect things that I can’t give you," he continued. "Your father is a Cowboy, you know no one with a patch has a white picket fence. I really like you, you’re a sweet girl and fun to watch movies with, and I want to date you, maybe someday you could move in here with me, but shit, I’ll never work a nine-to-five job, I can’t give you a cute house full of babies. Even though we’re heading legit, what we do isn’t really safe or normal.”
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Luke, you said it yourself. I’m a Cowboy’s daughter. I wouldn’t really know what to do with a white picket fence. Don’t they need painting? Sounds like a waste of time. Seriously, I don’t know what a safe and normal life looks like, and I’m pretty sure I’d be bad at it," I said.
He looked relieved.
"Fuck. Good. Okay, sweetheart, I really don’t want to break your heart someday,” he said, and laughed.
“What’s so funny about breaking my heart?” I asked.
“Nothing - I can stand up to the baddest motherfucker in the Cowboys and kick their ass, but talking to a pretty girl makes me go all tongue-tied,” he said.
“Now, that, as I understand it, is pretty normal,” I said.
We both laughed.
"So," I began, "You say you're interested in dating me... does that mean just a roll in the hay, or does that mean romance and flowers and nice dinners?"
"Oh, I think that those could be arranged," he said with a smile.
He reached out one hand and stroked my cheek. I raised my own and pressed it against his, enjoying the feeling of his hand between my palm and my face.
The more he touched me, the more I longed for his touch.
We started into one another's eyes at that point, simply smiling and enjoying the feeling of skin against skin.
Finally, he said "Brandi, you and I are going to have so much fun," and smiled.
I believed him.
Everything was fun with Luke. I could count half a dozen times that we’d laughed and laughed, just cleaning his kitchen or picking out a stupid movie to watch on Netflix.
Any activity with Luke was full of joking and teasing and gentle touches, reassuring pats on the arm or cheerful nudges with a shoulder.
I had to admit, I started to wonder... if that was how he treated a neighbor girl down the block, how would he treat his girlfriend? Would we keep watching movies and mocking them on the sofa? Keep working together in his kitchen?
I hoped so. I didn’t want to ever give that up.
He leaned forward, after I'd been lost in introspection for a few moments, and again softly pressed his lips against mine.
This time, though, he deepened the kiss, pressing more firmly and shifting our positions on the couch, using his larger body to press me into the back of the couch, placing one of his hands on my hip and pulling me against him.
His body felt so good against mine.
After a few moments that left me breathless, he sat back on the couch, spreading his legs and settling into a comfortable position. He patted his thighs and smiled at me.
"Come here," he commanded.
I obeyed, straddling his thighs and placing my legs outside his. This way, with him leaning back, I could look down on his face and observe the lean lines of his muscular body.
I put both of my hands on his chest and leaned down, kissing him, pressing my lips against his with all of the passion I could muster.
Soon, he placed one
of his hands against the back of my head and pulled me closer to him. He opened his mouth against mine, flicking his tongue out over my lips, causing me to part them in surprise. Immediately, his questing tongue plundered my mouth for the first time, where he cock had been earlier.
I moaned against his mouth and then gasped and broke away from his kiss as I felt something twitch between my legs. I looked down to see his hardness straining against the zipper of his jeans.