by May, Linnea
Everything he says is true - and it takes all my effort to hide it. I am shivering, panting, feverish with lust. God, I hate how right he is. And he knew exactly what he was doing when he asked me to get rid of my panties. My hunger for him is only increased by the nakedness between my dress.
“Yes, maybe.” I whisper in a very, very low tone.
“We have a connection, baby girl,” he continues. “This doesn’t happen often. It would be a sin not to follow this calling.”
I smile at him. I would have dismissed what he is saying just a few weeks ago. It is fairy tale talk. I have always been sure that there is no such thing as attraction at first sight, a strong allurement that is almost painful to withstand. But now I am unable to deny that there is - and that I find myself spellbound.
“No one can know,” I randomly whisper.
He looks at me in confusion.
“I mean,” I try to clarify. “About this. I don’t want anyone to know about this… agreement.”
He smiles. “Of course not, little girl. I like to do things with discretion.”
“Good,” I simply say.
“There’s one thing you need to know, though.” He adds.
“Yes?”
“I don’t like to sleep with people,” he says, looking at me with a firm but apologetic expression. “You won’t stay overnight. I will have Frank bring you home when we’re done.”
I nod. “Sure.”
I cannot deny that I am a little hurt by his words. He just pulled me in so close a few moments ago with what he said about us having a special connection - and then he says he wants me to leave as soon as we are done playing for the day.
On the other hand - I too prefer to sleep in my own bed, by myself. And at least I won’t have to worry about catching the last train or anything. This is actually a sweet deal, even if it stings to hear him say it.
“One more thing I need to know,” he adds, looking at me with a serious face. “Are you on birth control?”
I nod. “Yes, of course.”
“And are you clean? Healthy?” He asks.
I nod again. “I’ve always been very careful about that.”
“Good,” he says, clearly relieved. “Me too. I have my latest results here, if you want to see them.”
“No, I’m good. I trust you.”
“You can, baby girl,” he says. “I really need to fuck you, bare, without worries.”
I smile. “I would like that.”
He remains in his business like serious manner. “Do you know everything you need to know for now?”
I nod. “Yes, Sir. For now.”
He looks pleased. “Good. I will prepare a contract and have you sign it.”
I smile sheepishly. “I’m sorry for the trouble.”
“Don’t be,” he says. “I never do this without a contract.”
He leans back, assessing me from further away.
“Will you trust me without the paper work for now or shall we delay our first real play session until the contract is written and signed?”
I look at him with an are-you-fucking-kidding-me expression.
He grins. “I thought so.”
Three
“Get up,” is his first order.
“Yes, Sir.” I do as I am bid and look at him expectantly.
He leans back on the sofa and observes me with an intense gaze, scanning me from head to toe.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he assesses. “Get rid of it. Everything.”
I smile and nod. “Yes, Sir.”
I slip out of my shoes first and neatly place them next to sofa, hesitating just for a split second before I pull my dress over my head. I fold it with care and place it on the sofa next to him.
“Good girl, that didn’t take much time now, did it,” he praises. “See, that’s why I don’t want you to wear too much when you come here. You’ll be naked in no time, anyways.”
I smile at him and ignore the natural inclination of covering myself, because I know he wouldn’t appreciate it. He soaks in the sight of me, standing in front of him completely naked, exposed and ready to do whatever he wants me to.
He gets up himself and takes my hand. “Follow me.”
We are leaving the living room area. He is leading me to a hallway, pulling my naked self behind him like prey. The hallway is painted in white and decorated with black and white pictures of tied up women in black frames, similar to the ones in his office, but smaller. There are two doors on the left and two doors on the right plus another one at the end of the hallway - and that is the one he is leading me to.
He stops in front of it and turns around. “On your knees.”
I obey immediately.
“Keep looking at me,” he snaps as I instinctively lowered my head again.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper, raising my eyes to meet his.
“I want you to always enter this room on all fours behind me,” he says. “Unless specified otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He turns around and opens the door. It reveals a spacious bedroom, just as I expected. Monochrome colors, similar to all other interior spaces that belong to him. But this one is darker. It is the first place where black and dark gray are the dominant colors and white is only used for decorative accents.
He steps in and looks at me expectantly. “Come in.”
I crawl across the threshold, hollowing my back as good as possible, because I know it looks better this way. The flooring of the room is black laminate, exquisite as everything in this home. And surprisingly warm, despite the room temperature being equally cool as it was in the living room.
“Sit there,” he orders, pointing to an area next to the door. “Hands on your knees, facing me.”
I do as he orders and regard him with anticipation.
“Stay like that,” he says, turning his back to me. He walks towards a black dresser on the right side of the room, leaving me a moment to assess the room. It is definitely the biggest bedroom I have ever been to. Yet, the bed, that is placed in front of me, is not very big itself. A double, maybe even a small double. And there are no pillows or blankets on it, just a mattress with a silver silk sheet. It is obviously not intended for sleeping. The frame is made of black steel, with bars at the head and the foot - perfect to fix handcuffs or rope. The windows on the left side are completely shielded with black and white curtains.
And there is a St. Andrews cross right next to me. My mouth unwillingly opens as I make the discovery, but I am soon distracted by him.
“We won’ be using that today,” he says, now standing in front of me, holding black rope in his hands. “No need to be scared.”
“Who says I am scared?” I ask, looking up at him with a cheeky smirk. He smiles, shaking his head. “Don’t get too cocky with me, baby girl. Up with your wrists.”
I lift my arms and present my wrists to him, holding them closely together. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” he whispers as he ties my arms together with quick and skillful moves. “You wanted me to tie you up, right? Like the women in my pictures.”
I nod sheepishly. “Yes, Sir.”
“Well, that’s not going to happen today,” he says, tying the first of many knots. “We will start slowly.”
I silently nod and observe his hands while he ties my wrists together. It is such a difference to what that gym guy Brad had done when I asked him to tie me up. Nathan knows what he is doing, and he enjoys every knot, every noose he is fixing around my wrists with his strong hands. The procedure itself is so intimate and sensual it makes my heart jump with the thrills of anticipation.
He holds the long end of the rope in his hand when he is done and gently pulls my hands up to him. “Get on your feet.”
I follow his pull and get up on my feet. He smiles as I stand in front of him, naked, with my wrists tied together and him holding the rope like a leash.
Without saying a wo
rd he turns around and approaches the bed, me following closely behind, led by the leash.
“On the bed,” he orders when we are standing next to it.
I look up him, unsure how he wants me positioned. “On my knees, Sir?”
“On your back,” he says.
I follow his wish, trying to move as elegantly as possible, which is not easy, because he is still in control of my hands, holding them up at the rope and thus leaving little leeway for me to use them in assistance. I sit down on my behind and let my upper body fall back on the silk sheet beneath me. He moves my hands up above my head and ties them to the black bed frame.
My eyes follow his every movement, trying to catch his gaze, but he is completely focused on tying me up properly. Only after he is done and satisfied with every single knot, he steps back and examines me.
“Perfect,” he whispers. “You have no idea how beautiful you look, little girl.”
He comes closer, leaning over me with an appreciative smile. “I neglected those gorgeous tits of yours last time we played, didn’t I?”
I nod, whispering “Yes, Sir” with a low voice.
“I will make up for that today,” he promises. He walks back to the dresser and fetches something from one of the upper drawers. Something small. I cannot see what it is, as he keeps it hidden in his fist when he walks back to the bed.
He is still fully dressed, but quickly steps out of his shoes before he climbs on the bed.
“Spread your legs,” he orders.
I comply, once again blushing with embarrassment due to my exposure. He kneels between my knees and places whatever he got from the dresser on the sheet behind his back, snapping at me while he does: “Wider! Spread them as far as you can.”
I do as I am told, opening my legs in front of him. He moves closer, still kneeling between my legs. I can feel his right hand between at my center, gently pushing on my wetness with his palm.
“You are glowing with heat, baby girl,” he assesses. “I need to get a taste of you, you know that right? I need to taste your lust for me.”
I blush, subtly nodding. “Yes, Sir.”
He smiles and bends over, planting soft kisses on my mound, slowly moving lower, until his lips reach mine. I flinch as he starts stroking my slit with his tongue, taking a careful taste at first, getting more demanding with every lick. He hums with relish and uses his hands to spread my folds. I moan when he finds my clit, encircling it, moving closer to the center with every loop until he hits it, sending waves of intense pleasure up my spine. I arch my back, spreading my legs as far as possible and moving my hip closer to him. He knows exactly what he is doing, worshipping my pink button with unfamiliar care and devotion.
His hands move upwards, along the sides of my belly, causing a little tickle that distracts me for a moment, until he finds my breasts. He gently cups them at first, then kneads them with force. I wince when he finds my nipples, taking them between his thumb and index finger. He starts squeezing them with unexpected force. It hurts. His brute pinching causes me to groan and flinch in a mixture of pleasure and pain I still have very little experience with.
He straightens up without taking his hands from my nipples, leaning over to examine me. I catch his intense gaze, looking at him through partly closed eyes, dizzy with lust.
“You like this, don’t you baby girl,” he says.
Instead of giving him a reply, I whimper and nod, helplessly convolving under his strong hands. He pinches my nipples between his fingers and turns them, releasing a wave of pain that readily mingles with my pleasure.
“Don’t… stop,” I breath in despair when does dare to take his hands away.
Nathan smiles triumphantly. “Don’t worry.”
He reaches behind his back, fetching what he had put there before. But this time he lets me see what it is.
Nipple clamps. Cute, little nipples clamps, decorated with black feathers. My eyes widen in fright.
He ignores it and bends over, focusing all his attention on my right boob now. He kneads and squeezes my breast and leans over to takes my nipple between his lips, greedily sucking on it. I close my eyes and push myself up as good as I can with my hands tied to the bed while he continues to worship my nipple, using his tongue to play with it.
Eventually, he withdraws and replaces his tongue with one of the clamps. A fierce pain burns through my skin as he slowly closes the clamp around my nipple, making sure it sits tight before he removes his hand. Throbbing pulsations of pain continue to run through my body as the clamp tortures my nipple.
And then he moves over to the left side, repeating what he had done on the right. It hurts just as much, starting with a fierce pain that cuts through my flesh, followed by dull waves of ache that soon turns into delicious pressure.
I roll my eyes back, panting heavily while I relish the sweet torment on my nipples. Tears are running down my face, resulting from the sharp pain he inflicted when he first put the clamps on.
He gently cups my breasts, holding me in place as I moan and squirm, overwhelmed with dizzy arousal.
“Good girl, take it all in,” he whispers with a calm soothing voice. “Savor it.”
Four
I can feel his hands wandering lower, grazing along my belly, gently tickling my with faint little touches by his fingertips. I flinch and open my eyes, following his hands down my body. He comes even closer, leaning over me now.
“Look at me,” he says. “And don’t you dare looking away.”
“Yes, Sir.” I hurry to say and look up at him, catching his mesmerizing green eyes.
I stand his unyielding gaze as his hand wanders down my belly, soon reaching my mound and what little hair I leave there, only sparing a narrow landing strip to lead the way. He skims along the landing strip until he reaches my folds. I cannot help but start panting as he stops for a moment before he moves on, using two fingers to gently spread my lips and a third to touch my clit. Even a touch as soft as this feels electric, making me flinch in pleasure. I moan as he slowly puts pressure on my clit, moving in very faint little circles.
I can literally hear how wet I am when he starts stroking my slit, each movement accompanied by a subtle noise that reveals the moisture between my legs. I am embarrassed by it, feeling the urge to close my eyes and hide my face - and he loves it. He can see the struggle in my face.
“What a lucky man I am,” he whispers close to my face. “Having a beautiful little girl tied to my bed, with her cunt so fucking wet.”
He lets one his fingers slide inside me while he continues to massage my clit with his thumb. I arch my back, yanking on the rope as I lean into him, my entire body squirming with pleasure.
“What on earth has gotten you so wet, baby girl?” He asks. He quickly flicks each clamp, making me painfully aware of their presence. “Could it be these? Do you like to be tortured like this?”
I instinctively shake my head, not because what he is saying is wrong, but because I am unable to reply.
“No?” He presses. “You’re so slick and wet, you little slut. Your body doesn’t lie. What caused this then?”
“You, Sir.” I breathe, still withstanding his unyielding green eyes.
“Me, huh,” he presses. “Are you wet for me, baby girl?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The look on his face is sexiest expression I have ever seen. Confident, calm, visibly pleased with my reaction to him. He shoves a second finger inside me, and a third shortly after, stretching my center with delicious pain. I groan with relish and close my eyes.
“Look at me!” He warns and I obey immediately.
“I want you to see who is doing this to you. I am your Master. You need to remember who you belong to from now on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I pant, trembling with lust beneath his touch. His thumb continues to rub my wet clit as he bends his fingers inside me, pushing them in a little deeper. My eyes flicker at the soft pain his forceful intrusion causes. And then he finds it,
the sweet spot he has been looking for. He pushes against it, causing me to flinch with a suppressed shriek.
“There you go,” he says, nodding in approval. He keeps pushing against my g-spot while intensifying the pressure on my clit.
I gasp, staring into his intense, green eyes, forcing myself to resist the urge to close my eyes and throw my head back.
“I want you to come,” he whispers. “Come on my fingers, you little slut.” I whimper. My eye lids are fluttering, trying to shut away my sight. I struggle against it with all my strength. It gets harder with every moment, with every circle he draws between my legs.
My orgasm hits me by surprise. Sudden and powerful, increasing the pressure to close my eyes and shut myself away. I almost give in to the temptation to fully savor the pleasure that is taking over my body and ignore his orders. But I resist. Instead I open my eyes wide, reciprocating his gaze.
The look on his face changes as I feel my muscles clenching around his fingers. He starts smiling, a broad, particularly satisfied expression. He hums in approval as the waves of my climax roll over me.
Without removing his hand from my center, he quickly opens his pants with the other, pulling it down just enough for his erected cock to spring free.
“I’m sorry baby girl,” he says as he withdraws his hand from my clenching center and instantly replaces it with gorgeous cock. “I need to be part of this.”
I yelp in pleasure, still clenching from my orgasm when he forces himself inside me with brute and deep thrusts, prolonging my climax in a way I have never experienced before. I have felt his size before, but am still amazed at it, soaking in pleasure and pain as he fills me with one deep and unyielding thrust after another.
I stare at him in a dazed state, unsure if I am still climaxing or already floating through the dreamlike sphere of the orgasmic aftermath as I feel him tensing up inside me, finding his own release. He finishes off with a handful of slow and especially deep thrust, eventually shoving himself inside me with his entire length as he comes. Hard. It is the first time that he is the one who interrupts eye contact, closing his eyes and throwing his head back in pleasure during the peak of his climax.