by Alex Dawson
Busy listening to him talk, I really wasn’t expecting the first blow on my bare butt. It smarted, but it didn’t hurt.
“One, sir,” I said.
The next blow, coming while I could still feel the tingles of the first, stung a little more, but, to my surprise, I enjoyed that strike even more.
“Two, sir,” I said.
The third and fourth blows at regular intervals that I counted each made me gasp, and the warmth spread all the way across my cheeks and started to spread outwards.
“Five, sir, and ow!” I yelped. The fifth blow had been the hardest yet, and it really hurt!
At the moment of impact, I thought “No!” and I had just about decided that that was enough for me for good, but then the pain was matched with an equally strong surge of heat and arousal, and by the time I’d finished saying ‘ow,’ I’d changed my mind. With only a small flash of shame, I realized that I was grinding into the arm of the chair I was bent over, so desperate to be touched that I couldn’t stay still. The sharper blow had lit incredible passion in me and I wanted to feel that again.
The next blow didn’t come, though. Instead, Luke spoke up again.
“May I touch you?” he asked.
I knew that he meant touch me to feel how wet I was, like he’d said when he was turning me on with a description of a spanking.
None of my boyfriends in high school had ever touched my sex - okay, well, also, none of my boyfriends in high school had ever gotten me wet. I hadn’t even let them touch my breasts through my sweater. They simply hadn’t interested me enough to let them do something that seemed so naughty. I didn’t think of myself as a naughty girl, after all, and the last time I’d gone on a date, I’d been only seventeen. Somehow, eighteen seemed so much more grown up.
Luke had already stroked my nipples, though, and spanked my bum. Was I ready to let someone touch me in so intimate a fashion?
The burning arousal that the spanking had lit inside me decided the question. I was so past ready to be touched, and I trusted him completely.
“Yes, sir,” I said. It felt right to keep calling him that.
“You are so fucking hot,” he breathed, and I shivered happily.
“I’m going to touch you now to feel how wet you are,” he said. “Would you like me to take your thong off first or leave it on?”
I struggled with the decision, the arousal clouding my brain.
“Leave it on,” I said. After all, if he took it off, that would delay him from touching me.
He slipped his hand between my thighs and nudged one. I scooted my feet apart on the floor, spreading my legs open for him.
I moaned as I felt one of his thick strong fingers run along my damp thong, starting at the aching nub of pleasure hidden underneath the lace and ending just below my sex.
He chuckled, and retraced the path, a little more firmly. I gasped in pleasure and pushed backwards against his hand, struggling to get more sensation.
I stopped thinking about what was proper and what was new, stopped worrying about my first time being with an older man instead of some boring teenage boy that I was supposed to want. No boy had ever made me as wet and desperate as this man did, and I trusted him enough to surrender my innocence.
“Oh, Luke,” I moaned, “more, please.”
“More what?” he asked.
I thrust back against his fingers.
“More everything,” I gasped, “I want to feel more of you.”
I wanted to feel his cock again, but I was too embarrassed to say so.
Apparently, though, that’s exactly what he wanted.
“More of me?” he asked, running his whole hand back and forth along my sex. “Like this?”
“Noooo,” I moaned.
“Like this?” he asked, taking his hand that wasn’t tormenting me and running it over the bare skin of my back.
“Nooo,” I moaned again. “More of, um, more of you I haven’t felt!”
He chuckled behind me, and he moved both of his hands to my hips, sliding his powerful thigh between my legs and pulling my hips down, grinding me against his pants.
I panted with desire, pushing myself down onto his thigh, trying to get the sensation back, but it was a poor substitute for his devastatingly clever fingers.
He pulled his thigh away, leaving me rubbing fruitlessly against the air, and I almost sobbed with need.
How could I lose my virginity when he wouldn’t fuck me?
“Oh, you sweet little cherry,” he breathed. “How badly do you want to feel my fingers again?”
“So badly,” I wailed. I collapsed against the chair even as I thrust back towards him once again.
“I’d like to hear you tell me exactly what you want. Do you even know what you want?” he asked.
“Um,” I said, slightly muffled by the chair, “I want to feel you. You stopped… I don’t want you to stop!”
“We’ve gotta stop for a minute, I need a few deep breaths or I won’t be able to hold myself back,” he said. I loved the way he sounded when he wanted me, and I wanted so badly to hear him keep talking.
He stepped away from me, and I sighed and stood up.
"I suppose I should get all this together," I said, gesturing at the clothing strewn over the floor. I'd never seen Luke be anything but tidy, and I didn't want to irritate him or make him think I was too immature to pick up my dirty clothing.
As I bent over to pick it up, I could hear him growl a little deep in his throat, and he came over behind me and squeezed my sore ass hard. I yelped, and he laughed.
"Sorry, sorry," he said, "I just can't resist your tight little ass, now that I finally get to touch it."
"Finally?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," he said, and smirked at me. "Your ass didn't suddenly become amazing in the past week, it's been amazing for a long, long time."
Standing there, clutching my clothing to my naked chest, I started to feel embarrassed.
This was the same man who had helped me with my homework and encouraged me in my cheerleading, and now he was looking at me almost naked, and he'd touched me in ways I'd never thought possible to hope for!
I shifted my weight from foot to foot and stared down at the floor, biting my lip.
He walked over and put his arm around me, pulling me close. It was a friendly gesture he'd done a hundred times before, but we'd always been fully dressed before!
"Shit, Brandi," he said, "I'm not sure where we should go from here."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, we could take a break, go out for lunch, relax a while," he said, turning away from me to gather his own shed garments.
"Or?" I asked.
"Or you could go back home and we could pretend this never happened," he said.
"Are those our only two options?" I asked, sitting down on the couch and staring up at him.
"I suppose we could go upstairs and I could fuck you," he said casually. "Would you like to go ahead and pop that cherry?"
I flushed bright red and buried my face in my clothes.
"Yes," I mumbled.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, more loudly this time, but still without moving my clothing away from my mouth.
He sighed.
"If you're not ready to tell me you want to have sex, you're not ready to have sex," he said, and when I dropped my shirt and looked at him again, he was fully dressed, looking regretful, and tapping one foot a little on the floor.
"No -" I began, but he didn't let me finish.
"Come on, Brandi, let's get you dressed and I'll take you to lunch. We could go see one of the terrible movies that's probably playing right now, and then I'll drop you off at your house."
I felt like he had slapped me. Why was he treating me like a child, when I wanted to be treated like a woman?
"Because you're acting like one," a voice whispered inside me. "Hiding in a dirty shirt isn't confident and adult, it's just pathetic."
My
cheeks burned and I knew that the little voice inside me was right. If I wanted to get fucked, I had to act like it.
Without saying a word, I placed my handful of clothing on the couch and stood up.
Slowly, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, and turned around to let Luke look at my ass as I bent over a little and eased my panties down over my rear so that I could drop them down on top of my skirt.
I stepped out of the last of my clothing and walked very slowly and deliberately to the foot of the stairs. As I placed one hand on the banister, my heart thumped so loudly that I'm not sure I could have heard my Boss say anything if he'd spoken.
I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled. I hoped it was a confident smile, the type I'd seen women give their lovers in romantic movies, but I could feel my knees tremble and I didn't have a lot of hope.
The blood rushed to my sex with every step I took, I'd never felt so turned on - or so frightened - in my life. I was about to convince Luke to take my virginity!
After flashing him that smile, I turned back and walked up the stairs, trying to deliberately sway back and forth so that my ass would move enticingly as I walked. I wasn't as graceful as I usually am, my cheerleading coach would have my head, but it was better than hiding my face and hoping my Boss would take pity on me and deflower me.
I reached the door at the end of the hall that led to his private sanctum, his personal bedroom, and hesitated with my hand on the door. Would he be upset with me, for walking into his secret space without so much as asking permission?
I hoped he'd forgive me, and I walked inside.
His bedroom was a little messy, with his leathers thrown over a chair and the comforter on the bed rumpled, but it was clean and bright, and there was a very large four-poster bed in it.
I walked over to the bed and stroked one of the wooden columns. It was a dark wood, old and scratched up, but felt sturdy under my hands, and I saw a thick iron loop around each post. It occurred to me that the loops were set up in such a way that something - or someone - could be tied to them.
I gently smoothed a wrinkled patch of the green comforter and eyed the embroidery. Was I really about to climb into his bed?
Yes, I was. It was now or never.
Carefully, I climbed up into the enormous bed and positioned myself in the center, leaning back against the pillows and staring at the door. My eyes were so wide with nerves that they were beginning to ache, but my body was on fire with need and desire.
His presence filled the doorway as he paused, looking at me without saying a word. I could feel the heat as his gaze scorched me.
My legs were crossed, hiding my sex in shadow, but my breasts were totally bare to him, as well as my long pale arms and legs and my taut, quivering belly.
As he stepped into the room, I saw that he was totally naked, a state I'd never seen a grown man in. His body was lean and muscular, a few scars visible on his arms and legs and one on his belly, with thick, dark hair on his legs and arms, a slightly hairy chest, and a patch of wiry hair on his groin, right above his enormous erection.
I had touched that erection, had held it in my mouth, but the sight of it almost took my breath away. I have never been large, I'm short and slim, fine-boned, and my Boss is so tall and strong, it seemed to me in my fear this his cock was the size of my forearm.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered, his cock bobbing slightly as he walked over to the bed.
I blushed and looked at my bare feet. The pale pink polish on my toenails was chipping, I would have to touch it up soon. Such a silly thought, but my brain was skittering around.
"Thank you," I said, my voice so soft I'm still not sure if he heard it.
He saw my lips move, though, and he smiled.
"You were brave to come up here. This is it, there's no going back, you can’t un-pop that cherry. Are you sure you are ready to take this step?" he asked me, smiling kindly. "You know I won't think any less of you if you say no, lunch and a movie was a serious offer, and I always enjoy spending time with you."
"No," I said, barely louder than before.
I cleared my throat and looked up, meeting his eyes.
"I'm ready to do this," I said, my voice louder and shaking only once.
His smile widened.
"As you can see," he said, gesturing at his hardness, "I'm ready as well. I'm not sure that you're totally ready, though, there's something to do first."
"Something you have to do?" I asked, puzzled. Wasn't he going to go ahead now?
"I have to touch you," he murmured. "It would be a crime not to, you're so fucking beautiful."
He stepped up onto the bed and sat next to me, reaching over and stroking my flat belly.
"I've wanted you for so long," he said.
"I've... I've wanted you, too," I replied.
"I thought so," he said with a chuckle. "You've gotten wet for me before, haven't you?"
I blushed to my hairline. How did he know?
"Yes," I admitted.
He smiled at me.
"May I touch you?" he asked.
"You can do anything you want to me," I said. "I'm yours."
"I like the sound of that. Would you continue calling me Boss? You’ll have to start in front of the Cowboys soon."
That was easy enough.
"Maybe, Boss," I said, and smiled impishly at him.
He growled and tweaked my nipple, hard, making me gasp at the pleasure and the pain.
"Enough of this," he said. "It's time for me to see that pretty pussy that you've been hiding from me for so long."
I rolled my eyes.
“Do you have to say pussy all the time?” I asked.
“I think I do, when you have such a nice one,” he said.
He slipped his hand between my legs and felt the wetness there as I shut my eyes and moaned.
"In fact, you’ll call it that tonight, but right now, according to what you just said, it’s mine," he whispered harshly in my ear, “now let me look at it.”
I didn’t see a reason to deny his request, and his hands were tugging insistently at my knees, so I allowed him to pull my thighs apart and reveal my hidden sex.
“So pretty,” he murmured, again, right into my ear. His hot breath made me shiver. “Can you do a split for me right in this bed, pretty girl?”
I tried, I really did. He was in the way and the soft comforter didn’t help, but I spread my legs as wide as they could possibly go.
“Hold there, very carefully,” he said.
I nodded, and he twisted my other nipple, even more roughly.
“When I give you an order, you’re to say, ‘Yes, Boss,’” he said softly.
I nodded again and licked my lips.
“Yes, Boss,” I said.
“Oh, well done, pretty girl,” he breathed against my neck, giving me an approving nuzzle. His hot bulk so close to me was driving me to distraction and my muscles trembled from holding the post.
“Just like that, hold still,” he said.
“Yes, Boss,” I replied.
He got off the bed and I whimpered at the loss of his hot skin and maddening touch.
“Easy, Brandi,” he said, and climbed back on from the end of the bed, winding up kneeling between my legs, towering over me with his erection throbbing between my thighs - I could hardly take my eyes off of it, it looked so huge and hard that I wasn’t sure it could ever fit inside me!
He looked down and me and smiled.
“You’re so beautiful, with those big eyes of yours. I love looking at you, spread and ready for me,” he said.
I blushed a little.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
Was I?
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Are you ready for me to slide into you?” he asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on either side of my head, so that I was trapped underneath him with his cock close to my slit.
I nodded, and let my legs relax a little.
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bsp; “No, no,” he said, “I like the split.”
I pulled my aching muscles back into the position he wanted.
“Yes, Boss,” I said quietly, not looking at his face, transfixed by his massive organ.
He leaned forward a little more and pressed the silky head of his cock at the top of the soaking wet crease between my legs.