by Tia Lewis
One of the things we talked about, in veiled terms, was my work with The Alliance. He was very supportive, encouraging my learning process. We’d been messaging back and forth constantly by the time our third dinner rolled around, both about work and the lifestyle I was slowly learning more about.
“How’s the gnocchi?” he asked, indicating the plate in front of me.
“Delicious,” I said. “Oh, sorry. Delicious, sir.”
He chuckled. “I’m not one of those Doms who needs to play our roles everywhere we go. You don’t have to do that.”
“Oh, okay. I didn’t know.”
“Well, it’s always best to ask.” He winked before diving back into his lasagna. “So, tell me about your family. You never talk about them.”
“There isn’t much to say.”
“Parents?”
“Two. The standard number.”
“Not so standard anymore. Lots of people have three or four, depending on remarriages and that sort of thing.”
“Oh. You’re right. I’m lucky that way. Same two parents, my entire life.”
“Only child?”
“You got it.”
“What do they think about what you do with your free time?” he asked, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Oh, come on. You know my parents don’t know. I might be eighteen, but there are a lot of things that would be better for them not to know about.”
“Like us,” he said, his voice quiet.
“Can you really imagine them taking it well?” I asked. “I mean, lifestyle stuff aside. You’re like twice my age.”
“I can count.”
“Well? So, no. I keep a lot of my life from them for all of our sakes, and I think it's better that way.”
“Well, you would know better than I would.” He changed the topic, moving on to more Alliance-related business. I listened raptly, as I always did. He was the only person in the room, even with tons of other people and half-dozen servers darting back and forth. It was only us.
Nobody would understand, I thought the next day in my bedroom. I was just hacking into a website for one of my projects when my mother called me down for dinner. The sound of her voice made me remember the fine line I was walking. Performing criminal acts in her home. Seeing a man who wanted to make me his submissive. A man I couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter what I was doing. A man I dreamed about every night. Nobody would understand how I fantasized about his hands all over my body, pleasuring me in ways I’d only ever heard of.
I opened my bedroom door, the scent of meatloaf hitting me as soon as I did. It was getting harder for me to flip that switch between my Alliance life and my so-called “real” life which felt less real every day. Still, I helped my mother set the table with a smile on my face.
At first, I sat there while my parents talked about what had gone on at work that day. I couldn’t stop thinking about Preston long enough to contribute—not that there was anything I could say, given the topic. I remembered the last time he’d kissed me as we’d parted ways the night before. I’d nearly come right there on the corner at which he’d dropped me off. Every time we were together, things got a little more intense. I could only imagine how I’d explode once we were finally together.
“Sophie?” I looked up to find my mother looking at me with a frown on her face. “Are you all right? You’ve barely touched your food.”
She passed some garlic bread my way, as though that would convince me to eat.
“Yeah, Mom. I couldn’t be better.” I smiled, wide and genuine.
“Oh? That’s great! Are you excited about school?”
“Oh, of course.” My heart sank. Yes, the days were ticking down to the point where I’d have to announce I wasn’t going. Not that Preston and I had discussed it, but there was no way I would leave him. Not when there was so much for us to do together. I only had a month, and I couldn’t fathom ending what we had after that point.
“Whatever happened to you getting a job this summer?” My father peered at me from over the rims of his glasses. “Didn’t you say you were going to look for work? It’s already the end of July.”
I nodded. “Yeah, didn’t I tell you? I’ve been building websites. It’s going well.” At least it was an excuse for always being in my room.
My parents looked at each other, then back at me. “That’s great!” my mother said, rubbing my arm with a huge smile. “You spend so much time on that darned computer. I’m glad you’re finally putting your talents to use and getting compensated for it.”
Just then, my cell phone vibrated. I felt it in my pocket and knew it was Preston.
Come to my place tonight.
Yes, sir, I texted back.
I’ll have a car pick you up at 10 pm.
My heart raced. What would Preston want from me?
Chapter 13
After a long shower, during which time I’d carefully shaved my body hair until I glistened, I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room. I watched as I curled my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders in damp spirals. They perfectly framed my breasts, and the thought of what I hoped Preston would do to them was enough to send my nipples into tight peaks. It was amazing, watching my body respond to the thought of him.
I touched them, then ran my hands over my flat stomach and smooth thighs. Preston had encouraged me to get outside and exercise every day rather than spending the entire time in front of the computer, and I could already see the difference after a few weeks of running. I felt more comfortable with my body than ever before. Just another thing I had him to thank for.
The next step was finding the perfect outfit. I put on my sexiest, red lace underwear and a strapless bra. I giggled to myself at the thought of putting on sexy underwear for a man. Me? Plain, quiet, computer geek Sophie? I could feel myself breaking out of my shell, little by little. Over the lacy undergarments, I slipped on a black dress with thin straps. It was low enough to slow a healthy bit of cleavage. I’d done a little online shopping, wanting to have a dress or two at the ready if we had a special evening. And I was starting to think this evening could be pretty special.
At five minutes to ten, I opened my bedroom door and was rewarded by the sound of my father’s snores coming from the master bedroom. I tiptoed downstairs with my shoes in my hands, only putting them on once I reached the front door. The black Escalade Preston had sent for me was already waiting outside.
As I walked down the hall to Preston’s front door, I was intensely aware of myself. The way my hair fell over my back as I walked. The gentle friction of the lace against my skin. I realized I might be not be a virgin anymore the next time I walked down that hallway. I was ready for it. I knew I was. I just wasn’t sure that he knew I was ready.
Preston greeted me at the door, wearing suit pants and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. Damn, he was something.
“Wow.” He smiled, looking me up and down. “You look amazing.” He took my hands, closing the door before pulling me against him. His passionate kiss almost knocked me off my feet. I pressed my chest even closer to him, clinging to his broad shoulders. I wished the pounding of my heart would calm a little. I wondered if he knew how nervous I was.
“Here, have a seat.” He went to the bedroom, coming back with a bouquet of red roses. My heart fluttered.
“I love roses,” I told him, inhaling their heavenly scent.
“You deserve something beautiful like this as often as possible,” he smiled, sitting beside me. “A natural beauty should have such natural beauty in her life all the time. That’s what drew me to you from the beginning. Your natural beauty.”
I pouted, teasing. “And I thought it was because you liked the way I begged.”
He chuckled, his voice is deep and resonant. It sent a thrill through me. “I do like the way you beg. I have a feeling, after a little while, you’re going to like begging for me.” He moved closer, leaning over me, his tongue sweeping over my lips before
kissing me. I whimpered, putting the flowers aside in favor of running my hands through his hair. Our tongues danced, and my panties soon became wet.
“Are you going to make me beg for your cock?” I whispered.
“What?”
“Oh, my God,” I said. “I did not just say that out loud.”
“Slow down, Sophie,” he grinned. “Not tonight. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
“Well, that was embarrassing,” I nervously laughed.
“You’re fine,” he smiled, and kissed me on my forehead. “You’re more than fine. It’s cute.”
“Thanks,” I said, holding him by his massive, muscular shoulders. “But I am ready, Preston. I want you to be my first. I’ve never cared for anybody the way I care about you. You mean so much to me.” I dared broach the subject that had been hanging over my head. “I’m leaving for college in a few weeks—at least, I think I am. I don’t want to waste any more time just playing around. I want the real thing. I want you.”
He looked swayed. “I don’t know that this is the right time.”
“I know what I want, Preston.”
“You know it’s hard for me to resist you.”
“So stop resisting.” I let my gaze drop toward his crotch, where his cock was growing hard inside his pants.
“We’ll take our time,” he murmured, stroking the side of my face. “I want you to want this and never, ever regret it. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
He grinned while unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes went round when I feasted them on his perfect body—barrel chest, toned abs, beautiful.
“Stand up and turn around,” he directed.
“Now?”
He nodded and I obeyed. He looked me over, running his hands over me as he did. I felt my skin tingle. This was it. It was happening.
“You have such a beautiful body,” he murmured, focusing on my butt and breasts. “Slide the straps over your shoulders.”
My heart pounded as I did, the reality of what was about to happen very clear. I was ready. That didn’t mean I wasn’t nervous. When he reached up, pulling the top hem of my black dress slowly, slowly over my chest, then down my torso. He seemed to hold his breath as he revealed me inch by inch.
Finally, I was down to my underwear and heels. I couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in my ears as he looked at me. The bulge in his pants got bigger.
“Take off your bra,” he murmured. I reached behind me without asking questions, unhooking it and letting it fall after only a moment’s hesitation. I resisted the urge to cross my arms over my breasts, knowing he would only pull them down.
His breath caught as he looked at me. “Perfect,” he whispered. “You have gorgeous breasts.” My skin went red at the compliment.
“Thank you.”
“I’m going to touch them now.” I nodded, holding my breath as his hands reached up to cup my mounds. It felt so good. I closed my eyes, absorbing the feeling of his touch. He stroked my nipples with his thumbs, making them stand at attention instantly. I thought I’d pass out then and there, it was so incredible. My pussy ached, throbbed, begged for relief.
But it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I bet you’re wet right now,” Preston murmured, still playing with my breasts.
I nodded. “Yes,” I whispered.
“Show me.”
My heart nearly stopped. He wanted to see? I looked at him, all questions, and he nodded his head. “Show me your pussy. I want to see it, and I want to see how wet you are.”
I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband, working the lacy garment over my hips, then down my thighs.
“Spread your legs a little,” he murmured, and I noticed the way his breath caught.
I couldn’t believe it. I was about to expose myself to him. He sensed my hesitation. “Sophie, it’s all right. I don’t want to push you too far. If you don’t want to…”
“I do.” I opened my legs, and when he ran his hands over my inner thighs, I let out a desperate moan. I was on fire, dying for him.
“Mmm… good girl. Even wetter than I thought. I guess that makes sense.” He still stroked my smooth, soft inner thighs. “I bet you’re aching right now, too. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, gasping for air.
“I bet you want to lie down, too.”
“Yes. I’m afraid I’m going to fall down.”
He chuckled, guiding me onto the couch. “Lie down,” he murmured. “I’m going to make you feel real good, baby. Do you trust me?”
I nodded and my heart picked up its pace again. He stood, looking down at me. His hand cupped his bulge, then he began to rub—not hard, just a little. “You look good enough to eat. But I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. If you ever want me to stop, just say so and I will. Understood?”
I nodded, breathless, as he dropped his pants. Then came his boxers. My eyes bulged at the sight of him—long, thick. I’d never seen an erect penis before. It was at least eight, maybe nine inches. Would I be able to fit all of that inside me?
He sat back down, between my legs. I couldn’t believe he could see all of me and I didn’t feel more than just a little self-conscious. When I saw the lust in his eyes, even that scrap of self-consciousness was swept aside.
He leaned over my body, and a small moan escaped my mouth as his lips and tongue moved from one nipple to the other, then back again. I writhed, deep in pleasure by then. His lips moved lower, over my belly.
My heart caught in my throat, and I tensed. “Are you all right?” he asked, only inches from my pussy.
“I think so. Just nervous.”
“I want to taste you,” he whispered, his voice ragged with need. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop. But I know you will.”
I nodded, so he continued. His tongue first grazed my inner thighs, his stubble tough against my tender skin. I felt myself clenching, pulsing. I raised my hips just a little, urging him on.
“So you want me to?” he asked, grinning wickedly.
“Please. Make me feel good,” I couldn’t believe the words coming from my mouth, but my body was in control at that point.
He kissed my lips once, looking up at me. I nodded, already so close to coming. He closed his eyes then, licking from my ass up to my clit. I immediately released a loud moan, gripping his shoulders as his tongue began circling over my clit. I tried to squirm away.
“You don’t like it?” he asked.
“It’s so intense… I love it, but it’s too much.”
So he softened the pressure, fluttering his tongue over my clit. His tongue sped up as he worked me into a frenzy.
Then, he stopped. “Do you still have it?” he asked, one finger circling my entrance.
“No. Horseback riding,” I said. It had been years since my hymen broke.
“Good thing. I want to slide my fingers inside you.”
I closed my eyes, letting my head drop back as his tongue continued its licking while he gently slid a finger inside me.
“Oh, God!” I arched my back, my body on fire as my muscles clenched down on him. He moaned against my pussy, making me cry out again as the vibrations shot all through me.
His tongue sped up as he pumped his finger in and out of me. I rocked my hips, riding his face and his finger, letting myself go with the sensations he was causing inside me. It built and built until I couldn’t take it anymore, the ecstasy too much to contain. I let go, feeling an orgasm rip its way through my body.
“Yes!” My legs shook against his shoulders, and my muscles clenched even harder around his finger. It kept moving, in and out, faster as I came. He didn’t stop until I stopped shaking, my cries fading to gentle moans.
He lifted his head, smiling. My eyes were wide in amazement.
“I didn’t think it could feel that good,” I admitted.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes. Yes, please.” I wanted to go all the way. I needed to. I looked down at Preston’s erect cock,
licking my lips. I was insatiable already. “Can I touch it?” I whispered.
“For the record, you never have to ask that,” he chuckled softly as my hand closed around his member. It was hard and soft at the same time, smooth. I couldn’t believe I was touching him like that. I looked up at him, eyes wide.
“What should I do?”
“Just rub your hand up and down, slowly. Gently. Don’t squeeze too hard.” He closed his eyes, whispering encouragement as I stroked him. Knowing I could make him feel good even in the slightest of ways was an immense turn-on.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked, opening his eyes to look down at me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Completely. I want you inside me.”
“Beg.” He groaned.
“Please, sir. Please, give me your cock.”
“Where do you want it?”
“In my pussy.”
Who was I? I didn’t recognize myself anymore. But I loved it.
He fumbled in his pants' pocket for a condom, and I watched in amazement as he unrolled it over his straining length. Then I pulled him down until he was on top of me, so close. I felt pressure at my pussy and reveled in it.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, holding back.
“Yes, I’m sure. Please, be my first.” I kissed him, then looked into his eyes. He grinned, just a little.
“Take a deep breath and remember to relax,” he whispered. “I’ll take it slow.”
I inhaled as something thick pushed its way inside me. I winced, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“You okay?” he gasped, holding back.
“Mm-hmm.” I wrapped my legs around his hips. “I’m fine.” If I focused more on the sensation of him filling me, I could relax and accept him. He eased in, inch by inch until he bottomed out. I groaned, the intense pressure mixed with unspeakable pleasure. I couldn’t believe I had missed out for so long.
Once I relaxed enough, he started moving back and forth. Gently, slowly. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. The pressure of his cock was becoming overwhelming. Preston sat back and began massaging my clit with his index finger as he thrust in and out. The more he rubbed my clit, the wetter my pussy became and the easier it was for him to get deeper. I clenched around him, causing him to release a low groan.