by Jamie Knight
She takes a few delicate, polite sips.
As she does, I can tell she’s not sure whether she likes it or not. Whether it’s too sweet or too bitter.
But after those first sips, she rests the glass on her leg, as if she’s going to spend the whole ride nursing it. That’s not in my plans, and it’s not for her to decide tonight, though I don’t know the first thing about what her alcohol tolerance is.
Guess we’ll figure that out in a moment, won’t we?
“When I said you would drink that glass of champagne, I meant the whole thing. Drink. Now,” I say, watching to see if she fights me.
She hesitates. But only for a moment, before bringing the glass to her lips and drinking down the whole thing.
She looks nervous doing so but she finishes it, down to the last drop. I finish mine in the same quick manner, before taking both of our empty glasses and tossing them onto the opposite seat.
Without so much as a word to her, I get to kissing her again. Soon, I’m making out fully with her, and in a way that I was unable to do in the restroom. I kiss her everywhere I can, touching everywhere I can over her clothes, and I’m both surprised and excited when she starts returning my kisses.
She’s soft and wild, with the way she presses them into my skin and mouth. She’s giggling like crazy, too, which, the more we melt into each other, I realize is because she’s getting tipsy. That single glass of champagne was enough to get her borderline drunk, not just loosened up.
I pull away, ripping off my tie. I wasn’t planning to do anything like this until we got to the penthouse, but with how agreeable she seems, I’ve decided to test her some more.
“I’m going to tie you up,” I say, watching her expression.
While she is still rosy and warm from our kissing, I notice that my words cause her some alarm. That’s exactly what I was expecting, and exactly what I’m interested in exploring.
Pulling the tie into my hands completely, I add, “Hands behind your back.”
Melissa obeys, despite her look of fear and hesitation.
I act quickly, binding her hands behind her back with the tie. As I tighten the knot just enough so that it doesn’t slip off, I notice the fiery, liquid blush in her cheeks.
Encouraged by this, I begin to stroke and touch her all over, this time over and under her white party dress. Filled with sequins and feathery bits, it’s a joy to touch.
“This outfit is beautiful,” I murmur, enjoying the sound of her small, shivering gasps. “But you’re gorgeous. Your delicious curves and doll-like face are exceptionally unparalleled, Melissa.”
Again, as she did when in the bathroom, she objects to me calling her beautiful, even as she is beginning to arch and swoon into my fingers.
“No, I’m not beau—”
I pull down the straps on her dress to interrupt her, as much as to force her attention back to me. In seconds, her breasts are visible. They come bounding out of the silky fabric, showing their plump excitement.
Already, her nipples are stiff, and her skin is flushed a deep, vibrant color. I play with her nipples, alternating between my fingers and my tongue.
“Don’t. If you say any more nasty things about yourself, I will have to gag you. You want that, Melissa?” Here, I roll her nipples between my fingers, and run my tongue through her cleavage. “A gag?”
“No,” she mewls, “no, sir.”
“Then accept compliments when I give them to you,” I say and continue to fondle and lick her.
I’ve moved from her nipples to her belly and thighs, kissing and rolling my tongue over each space. As I do, I feel her getting hotter and breathier. I also hear her begging for my attention to return to her nipples. Her breasts.
Wanting her to be truly submissive, I back away from any and all contact with her. I stop kissing and touching her, even when I hear her panic at the loss of my warmth.
“No,” she whines, looking at me like I’ve sentenced her to the worst punishment imaginable, “Please don’t stop! I want more, Sir. Please!”
She’s so submissive and heartbroken, the way she is begging, I’ve decided there’s only one way to reward this. I unzip the fly on my pants, and pull out my big cock. No longer held down by clothing, it’s allowed to reach its full length, its full girth.
I begin to pump it fiercely, silently, savoring Melissa’s look of shock. Shock that I’m masturbating in front of her, and that my cock is really that big.
I lean in to her, fisting my length harder and faster now. My balls clench a second later, pushing warm, thick lava up toward my head. I breathe into the sensation, jamming my fingers into my shaft for more grip. Wanting more sensation, I’m gritting my teeth.
Then, right when I’m about to groan out loud at the whisper of her soft, plump breasts, I come all over them. Three separate pools of cum flow out of me and then land on her with soft, liquid splats.
I hear her breathe in sharply, but she doesn’t let out an objection.
Only the smallest shivering whimper.
Just the way I like it.
Chapter 7
Melissa
I’m drunk.
On my first glass of champagne ever, and on all the kisses.
Jake overwhelmed me in the bathroom, but that has no comparison to this. Between all the touching and fondling, not to mention the bubbly moving through my bloodstream, I can barely think. I can barely believe my situation right now, let alone the fact that I’m now watching Jake pull out his large dick and masturbate over me.
And after I begged him to keep playing with my nipples, my breasts.
The way he just crouches over me, rubbing himself while never breaking eye contact with me — seeing how strong and commanding that action is, I’m dizzy and wet between my legs. I’m fidgeting and wiggling, even as he presses himself into me, and demands my breasts as his own personal canvas.
I offer no objection, but rather only the slightest shivering whimper to the feeling of his thick, hot cum splashing on me. As I feel it land and drip down and over my nipples, I also feel my pussy clench.
My lips and clit tingle, and as I look up into his blue eyes, and the dark, shiny waves of hair surrounding them, I know I want to lose my virginity tonight.
I want to have that cock inside me, with that cum on my ass next time.
That would be a great present, I decide. For him to take my virginity.
I would love for a man like him, so rich, strong and commanding; I would love to be taken by him. I want to be made into a real woman tonight, no matter if he keeps me like this all night: tied up, bound tightly and under his control, unable to get away.
As these thoughts leave my head, Jake scoops up the splashes of cum on my chest with his fingers and holds them up to my lips.
“Give this a taste, Melissa,” he says. “I want to see how well you take it, since you downed that champagne like a good girl. And good girls get presents. Whatever their hearts desire.”
He says this as though he has the ability to read my mind, not just the naked parts of my body on display for him.
Timidly, I take the offered fingers in my mouth and clean them. The taste of his cum is strange to me. Not bad, just strange. I’ve never had anything like it before, and it’s salty. It’s slightly sweet, a bit musky.
As I clean the last bits from his fingertips, I can’t help but wonder what it might taste like on his cock. I also wonder if he expects me to give that a taste as well, since I can see it resting nearby, dripping with fluid like white, silky sugar.
Jake pulls his fingers from my lips, causing them to make a wet, popping noise.
“Spotless,” he remarks, pleasantly. “Good girl, Melissa. You must have enjoyed it, to do such a thorough job.”
A pause, as he decides to rub off his cock with a hidden handkerchief and then put it away.
“Either that, or you are just that obedient.”
He gives my nipples one last bit of attention.
“Obedient or hu
ngry for my cum, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter either way, Melissa. I’m satisfied, and content to reward you appropriately when we get to my penthouse.”
He gives me one final kiss to my lips, before setting himself properly in the seat again. Me, he leaves slumped over against one of the far doors, my chest still exposed.
I don’t complain or ask to be helped into a more comfortable position. I know he’s testing me even now.
I want to do well. I want to continue to please him. Not because I think he’ll reward me even more, but because I want him to be happy with me. It pleases me when he’s pleased, no matter my temporary discomfort.
And right now, I’m determined to show him just what kind of good girl I am, even if that means staying exactly where I am, until we reach his penthouse suite.
Chapter 8
Melissa
Eventually, we end up in front of some fancy, high-end looking apartment buildings. This must be the “penthouse” Jake referred to earlier.
As I start to feel the limo slow its speed, and watch out the window as trees and buildings shift in response to the movements of the wheels, Jake pulls me into a proper sitting position.
He also fixes my dress and my hair, to hide any evidence of how he was entertaining himself on the way home. I’m grateful for his attentiveness to me, his care for my decency in front of the driver, who is no doubt going to come around and open the door for us.
As he puts the last strap in place, the last tendril of hair in order, the engine stops. I hear a door opening, just before ours.
At that point, Jake stands me up with him, but he leaves my wrists tied. He holds me there. It’s an act of both control and care.
“Your penthouse, sir,” announces the driver.
“Thank you, Jericho,” he says, leading me out of the limo ahead of them, his hands still firmly clasped around my bound ones. “You may go on break. Be at ease. We will not need your services for the rest of the night.”
“As you wish, Mr. Carpenter,” intones the driver, as we leave him for the swanky, key-entry patio of the apartment building in question.
His penthouse must be somewhere in here. It’s probably on some top-level floor, knowing his wealth and influence.
With a few practiced moves, Jake and I end up inside the apartment building. It’s just as classy as the exterior, filled with carpet, tapestries and a giant pottery vase. There are security guards and front desk workers, but none pay attention to Jake, which I’m glad for, seeing as my wrists are still bound with his tie.
He summons an elevator for us with one push of an illuminated button. It’s already there, so we don’t have to wait. We just get in, and he selects another button for his floor. It’s the topmost one, as I’d already suspected.
As we stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach its destination, I’m glad it’s just him here with me. I don’t have to worry about how any of this looks, or what any of my friends might think, if they were here.
“So, you’re going to school,” says Jake, after we’ve passed a few floors. “Where?”
“NYU, sir,” I say, embarrassed that I almost forgot my manners with him.
“NYU,” he muses. “What are you studying there?”
“Business, sir,” I reply, not sure whether he’ll be impressed by that or not, given how much money he has obviously made.
“Business. A good, solid choice. There are a lot of businessmen, including myself, who could use a brilliant business mind around the office.”
I blush, still uncomfortable with any kind of praise. And, even without directing any of that at me, I know he’s called me brilliant.
“But I wasn’t always a business guy,” he adds.
I look over at him, not sure how much eye contact to give. So, I keep it submissive, the way I would with my father, if he were regaling me with some story.
“Hard to believe, with the way I live my life now, but I grew up on a farm in Idaho. I knew more about heads of cattle than I did about investments, but now I’ve made my living off of it. And all from a gamble. An experiment. Now you wouldn’t know I was self-taught, self-made. My investment firm is ridiculously successful. The envy of some of these rich types who like to keep themselves in gold-encrusted towers around here.”
I listen quietly, turned on by his confidence. How he is willing to talk about other millionaires and billionaires like they are chumps, compared to him.
I’m also relieved that he comes from a humble background like I do. In the back of my mind, I’ve been afraid that he would be born and bred in wealth, and take issue with my conservative, old-fashioned upbringing.
Most of the boys who ever showed interest in me were like that. They often took issue with why and how I was so obedient to my parents, even at my age.
But I don’t have to worry about that with Jake, it seems. He likes my shyness. My submissive, dutiful nature. And now, thanks to my good behavior, I’ve earned some reward.
Chapter 9
Melissa
The elevator announces our arrival at the top floor, and Jake guides me toward the furthest of the tall doors lining the hallway. There, there is a large apartment suite. We walk up to the double doors. Then we go through it, once he finishes unlocking the door.
Opulence surrounds me the moment we are inside his penthouse suite, but I’m not given a moment to savor or appreciate it. From the threshold, I’m quickly guided through his large, open space and toward the bedroom. The master suite, with a large bed and lots of soft pillows waiting.
“I said you’d earned yourself a reward,” explains Jake as he brings me into the room and closes the door. “And I intend to keep my word to you, though it’ll be to my preferences and desires.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and let him guide me to the bed.
He lifts me up on it, where he finally unties my wrists from his tie. But it’s only to tie me up again. This time, with ties made of velvet straps attached to the bed.
As before, I offer no objection. Simply offer my wrists as I see he needs them, allowing them to be bound.
“Suck off my cock the same way you sucked my fingers in the limo, and I’ll give you what I know you really want,” he murmurs, climbing onto the bed, and kneeling so that his slacks are right in line with my face. My lips are already thirsting for him again. “For me to give you a taste of my cock in your pussy. Take your virginity,” he adds, no doubt enjoying my embarrassment and eagerness.
Already, I see that he is hard. Through the fine fabric of his slacks, I see the bulge growing all over again. I don’t know what it is, but it seems bigger, fatter and longer than before. He unzips, puts himself on display, as if reading the direction of my eyes and thoughts.
“Get to work on it,” he demands, pressing his hard cock into my face.
Jake rotates his hips slightly, so that, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t get out of his reach. But I don’t want to get away. I want to be tied, and I want a mouthful of him.
“Yes, Sir,” I say, licking my lips in preparation as well as my own hunger.
“The sooner you give me what I want, and it’s to my standards, the sooner you’ll get your reward.”
Without another word, I place my mouth on him, and begin sucking and licking.
At first, I’m nervous and unsure. I’m not sure whether I’m doing it the right way, or in a way that is pleasing to him.
I just feel like I’m going up and down on him, feeling him get thicker and more textured. I feel vulnerable and scared for a moment, wondering if he might decide I’m not worth his time, never mind my present.
Then, I feel and hear him groan.
He brings me closer to him, pulls on my hair, wind it around his hand like an impromptu leash and praise me.
“Ohhh, good girl, Melissa, good girl…”
That’s what I need to gather my strength and courage. With his encouragement in my ears, and his hand in my hair, I suck and lick him like he’s my greatest joy. My greatest dessert a
nd reward. My white knight and my king all wrapped up in one.
I swirl my tongue around his girth, paint my mouth down his length, hoping he can feel my love and adoration. I tighten my lips on him, deciding on a quicker, smoother pace.
And then, just as I’m beginning to feel dizzy from all my hard work, the oxygen I’ve been depriving myself of to please him, he guides my head and mouth off him. He leans me back onto the bed, and wordlessly moves to the space between my legs — the space he made for himself when he tied me this way, and lifts up my dress.
Without so much as a word, he reaches up along my hips, hooks his fingers into the band on my underwear (lacy and soaked to the bone already), and pulls them off me. The way he moves, it’s as though I’m nothing more than an oversized candy bar.
Tossing the underwear aside, he takes my legs up toward him, and ankles in both hands, and guides them over his shoulders.
“I’m going to take your virginity, Melissa. I’m going to make you mine. This is your present. Your reward, birthday girl. Enjoy to the fullest,” he says, almost as if it’s a command, as he thrusts himself in to me.
The moment I feel his cock press into me, spreading my tight, inexperienced lips apart, I’m breathless. For a moment, I can’t speak or breathe as I feel his cockhead, then his shaft, spill into me.
It fills me like a bank of clouds and a forge full of fire all at once. He’s massive, large and long, exactly as I feared and hoped. With every hot, passing second, I feel fuller and more stretched than ever.
I whimper out of pain and pleasure, not sure which I feel more.
Jake continues forward, telling me what a beautiful girl I am. Telling me how lucky he is to have found me after all the tired, old news that usually trails and fills the halls of Club Lush.
“You’re my sweet little pet,” he says. “And I’m going to keep you tied up so I can do what I want to you. I love cramming your tight little pussy full of my big, hard cock.”