Mastering the Virgin: Box Set One (Mastering the Virgin Box Set Book 1)

by Simone Leigh

  She looks startled as I drop to my knees before her. “Your turn now.” I say. Support yourself on me; your hands on my head or shoulders, whatever you need.”

  Clearly baffled, she simply stands there. But as I move to the vee of her thighs, bathing her sex in the heat of my breath, she wails and, staggering, snatches at me with her hands, pulling at my shoulders and hair.

  “Gently, Girl,” I say, as I stroke between her thighs at the moist heat of her panties. “Open your legs a little. Let me at you.” She’s moaning and staggering, and as I feel at her folds through the fabric, her head flinging back, there is a warm gush and a spreading stain.

  “Master, I’m sorry, but I can’t stand up properly.”

  Gotcha, Girl….

  I stand and sweep her up, dropping her onto the bed where she lands, gasping and sweating.

  Her excitement is quite unmistakable now, even if she doesn’t know it herself, and for a long moment, I hesitate, looking down at her….

  Is she ready…?

  …. for more….?

  “Are you still nervous, Charlotte? Still scared?”

  There’s nothing to her but eyes as she looks back up at me, shaking her head. For a further long moment, I stall, wondering, then….

  I start to unbelt my jeans, to release my straining erection. As my pants fall to the floor and I step out of them, all I can see on her face is Desire….

  I’m not sure if she knows or understands, desire for what…., but I’m happy to show her. As her eyes travel my body, naked as I stand over her, my penis twitching with my heartbeat, her lips part, and her flushed and perspiring face tell me all I need to know….

  And she reaches for me. I have to suppress a smile. She’s reaching for my cock….

  Slowly…. Jade-Eyes. Slowly….

  I shake my head. “Not yet,” I say, “not for your first time. I want you ready for me.”

  She flops back onto the bed, with almost a sulky air….

  Disappointed…? Don’t worry…. You’ll get the lot very soon….

  “Madam,” I say, trying not to laugh, “do as you are told. I am in charge here. And…. you will enjoy it the more.”

  Her expression washes between laughter and embarrassment. “Raise your arms over your head, Charlotte.” I continue. “Clasp your heads together.”

  She obeys, looking puzzled as she does so.

  “I am not going to restrain you in any way today, Charlotte. It might frighten you. But, take that position. Later, you will be tied and restrained. Today, simply hold the position. Imagine that I have hand-cuffed you that way.”

  She’s looking a bit wary now, but I think we are at the point of no-return. I slip a hand between her knees, easing them apart. “Open up now. I’m going to tongue-fuck you.”

  As she obeys me, there is another surge of her pungent perfume….

  She’s flooding….

  Does she want me, or is it just her body speaking?

  …. and as I see between her thighs, she’s soaked; her juices flowing freely over her pussy-lips and along her thighs.

  Beautiful….

  I pull up a pillow, shoving it under her hips. I want easy access, to be able to fully reach her, to pleasure her as she deserves. I’m not too gentle as I tug her into position, but she seems to be beyond worrying now….

  Another pillow under her hips, and it’s forcing her to arch, to make her fully aware of her position, her exposed pussy, her displayed sex….

  “Good girl. Lie back. Relax. Just let me take over now.”

  And now, naked, spread and displayed for me, I have her, for her pleasure and mine. My balls writhe and tighten and I could happily plunge into her right now, shaft her and shoot….

  …. but that’s not what I want to do.

  I want her to climax. I want to taste her orgasm as she comes into my mouth.

  She’s panting now; I’m not sure if it’s anxiety or arousal.

  She’s still scared. She’s trying hard, but she’s still worrying....

  Easy now.

  But she’s aroused despite herself. Hips raised, thighs spread, her vulva is open and visible. Her pussy and lips are swollen and red, glistening with her flowing juices.

  Calm her down, Man. Talk to her….

  “You’re beautiful Charlotte. I know that you don’t know how beautiful, but trust me, you are. And I’m going to make you cum, and scream for more. I’m going to fuck you until you know that you are beautiful.”

  Her eyes meet mine; those amazing green eyes. Set against her skin, not pale now but pink with sexual heat, and her brilliantly copper hair, as I hold her gaze, her pupils expand from pin-pricks to saucers….

  That’s it Jade-Eyes…. There’s nothing to be scared of…. Relax….

  And I lean in to taste her, drawing my tongue over her in a single, slow, smooth stroke, from her beautiful glistening pussy to her hardening clit.

  And she screams….

  And it’s not the scream of a woman who knew what to expect.

  Yes, you’re the genuine article, aren’t you? You’ve never felt that before….

  She’s writhing and twisting on the bed, her arms thrashing as her hips jerk and buck.

  Time for a little restraint I think….

  I seize her at the wrists, not trying to hurt her but to control her.

  I’ve paid for this. We’re doing it my way Jade-Eyes. I expect your obedience….

  “Very good, Charlotte.” I murmur to her. “But did I tell you to move?”

  She sags back against the bed, her expression contrite. But her eyes are wide, her lips parted and she’s panting as she speaks.

  “No, Master. Sorry, Master. I’ll be good.”

  “That’s better. Why don’t you hold onto the bars of the headboard. Perhaps it will make it easier for you to be obedient.”

  As she looks back at the metal bars of the bedhead, I see it register with her that this has been chosen for more than edging a mattress….

  Ah…. Jade-Eyes…. the image of you, tied and spread-eagled for me….

  But not yet….

  She’s trying to be obedient, grasping the bars behind her with each hand.

  I’d love your Submission….

  Your real Submission….

  But I’m paying for this and…. are you a Sub?

  “Good girl. Feel free to move your legs to make yourself comfortable. If you swing them upwards, it will be easiest for me, but you can rest your feet on my back or shoulders if you want to.”

  Setting myself between her thighs, I adjust her position a little, lifting her at the knees. I want to be comfortable. I want to savour this whole experience, this delectable, beautiful, virginal girl.

  She moves, her hips angling to present her pussy to me….

  “Is that better, Master?”

  Ah…. you’re getting it now….

  “Perfect. Now, lie still while I tongue-fuck you.”

  When did I last see an unfucked pussy?

  Have I ever?

  I’m not sure, but we have all night, and I take my time with her. There’s no need to go plunging in, and I enjoy opening her with my fingers, exploring her swelling folds. She’s wet and becoming wetter, and her nerves seem to be abating.

  Slipping back the hood of her clit, it stands to attention for me, bright red and begging to be sucked….

  Pace yourself…. take your time….

  And as I finger and stroke her, she shudders and whimpers. Angled back, she’s not looking at me; I think lost in an internal world.

  Lovely sounds…. You’ll make others for me in a while….

  How does she taste?

  I slip a couple of fingers inside her, coating myself with her juices. Her cunt quivers around me at the penetration and her breath catches. Her head lifts, I think to see what I am doing, and her eyes meet mine, widening once more as she sees me sucking my fingers clean.

  She’s lemony and fresh, scented of musk and a trace of the rose per
fumed soap that’s in the bathroom.

  “You taste wonderful, Charlotte,” I say. “Soon you will taste of me when I come inside you, but first….”

  She doesn’t know what she wants….

  So, it’s for me to take her measure….

  How hard can I make you scream, Jade-Eyes?

  I breathe over her, laving her cunt and clit and vulva with warm breath, and again she squirms, her moans growing louder.

  Her pussy is in full flow now. I think she’s as aroused as she’s going to be without something more direct from me.

  Wrapping my mouth around her clit, sucking as gently, I mouth at her with the softest part of my lips. She bucks and screams, and I seize her hips in a firm hold.

  Too much?

  Yes, too much…. Tone it down….

  The tip of her bud is too sensitive, but I find a delicate tender spot between the root of her clit and the soft skin of her pussy which I probe and work with the tip of my tongue.

  With my hands grasping her at the hips, I spread my fingers to feel her belly muscles. Every quiver and pulse transmit through to me and I can gauge her reaction to everything I do as she becomes louder and more noisy, her moans turning to wails.

  Taking time for my own enjoyment, I lap at the wet heat of her now hot and engorged pussy. She’s flooding….

  Shouldn’t have any problems when I’m ready to get inside her….

  Jeez, but I’m looking forward to having my cock in there….

  The pillow I used to support her hips is barely necessary now; she’s arching and straining, and her weight abruptly transfers to her feet across my shoulders as her body tenses.

  She’s on the build to climax. Her whole body is vibrating, and her wails are becoming louder.

  My angle is awkward for it, but with my mouth capping her lips and clit, I finger-fuck her, spreading my fingers to stretch her in the way that women seem to enjoy so much.

  For a moment, she freezes, poised on the edge….

  There she blows….

  …. and she judders into orgasm, screaming.

  Taking a breath, I plunge my tongue into her, as deeply as I can, swiping out inside her against pulsing muscles. My face pressed in hard against her, I extend the moment as long as I can while she howls and thrashes against me.

  Her grasp on the bed-head forgotten, her fingers and gripping into my skull, she rides the wave, until….

  “Stop! Stop! Please, Master….”

  I withdraw, pulling in a deep lungful of air and wiping her delicious juices from my nose and chin.

  Legs dangling over the edge of the bed, she’s still in orgasm, her eyes squeezed closed, whimpering as she shudders and twitches. I smile as I watch her hands, waving in the air as though she’s trying to grasp hold of something, not knowing what to do with them.

  Slowly, her cries die down, and her gasps for air diminish to mere heavy breathing.

  I think we can call that a success….

  I feel outlandishly pleased with myself.

  I don’t think she’ll forget that in a hurry….

  I certainly won’t….

  Her eyes flicker open, staring at the ceiling at first. She’s clearly completely spaced out. Sitting beside her on the bed, I wait for her to descend, to return the same planet as me. Eventually, her eyes flick to me, pupils huge, black in jade.

  “So, you enjoyed your first orgasm?”

  She nods, then twitches….

  A bit of afterburn?

  Even better….

  “Yes. It was wonderful, Master.”

  She looks utterly languid, relaxed back against the sheets. Her skin is sheened in perspiration, her hair spread in a fan of flame around her. Her breasts and stomach are still flushed and, her legs still draped over the edge, thighs parted, I can see her sopping pussy….

  Waiting for me….

  Time to be fucked, Green-Eyes….

  My cock twitches, wanting to be inside her, and my balls are tight and pressured. Her eyes widen as she sees my readiness and a trace of fear flashes across her face, quickly masked.

  Be easy with her….

  …. but she’s ripe….

  “Stay there,” I say. “Just relax. Your body is as ready for me as it’s ever going to be.”

  Still pillow-raised at the hip, she arches back as I ease her knees wider, positioning myself.

  The tension’s back with her, and she’s trembling again….

  Arousal, or fear?

  My cock eases against her, twitching deliciously as it brushes against the heat and wetness of her clit and lips. The head pressing to her entrance, she tensions….

  They always tell girls this is going to hurt the first time….

  …. but why should it, if they’re prepared….?

  And I lean in, wrapping my arms around to support her a little, draw her in closer. I stroke her beautiful hair, kiss her.

  “Shhh…Calm down. It’s alright….”

  And slowly, carefully, I guide myself inside her, but only just. My cock-head pushing against her inner muscle, I push in, then withdraw, penetrate and withdraw, a little deeper each time, opening her.

  As I enter her, she arches, drawing in her breath. She's whimpering, but I don't think I'm hurting her. It sounds like moans of pleasure as I fill her.

  She's tight and warm and slick, and her pussy grips me as I penetrate.

  God, but that feels good....

  It feels incredible. And she’s not trembling now, her tension dispersed. With me fully sheathed inside her, she’s showing no signs of distress of discomfort. Instead, she’s panting again, her pelvis quivering against me.

  That’s it Green-Eyes….

  I increase my rhythm, watching her all the time, but she rides with me. Stepping up the pace, I thrust harder, and then harder again….

  And suddenly, she seems to get it….

  Her hips swing up, her legs wrapping around me as she contours herself to my body, and now she rocks with me, matching me as I plunge into her. Yelling and shouting, almost laughing, she rides with me, inviting me in further, harder, deeper. It must surely be hurting her, but she doesn’t seem to care, urging me on, welcoming me as our bodies collide.

  Her eyes open, seeing me. I’m rising to release, but retain enough self-control to speak.

  “Are you alright, Charlotte?”

  “Yes, Master, I’m fine.” Her smile is broad, her face lit with joy and lust and laughter. She reaches for me, open-mouthed to kiss me, her hands around my back and shoulders, nails digging in.

  The tension in me climbs, that pressure/heat/electric that tightens the balls and stiffens the cock and sets the heart pounding. It’s coming and there’s no stopping it.

  And dropping my head to her chest, groaning, I spurt and spill into her. My climax is explosive, exquisite, and like nothing I’ve ever had before….

  …. before, gasping for breath, I simply drop down onto her.

  .

  .

  A gentleman takes his own weight….

  Lifting my bulk from her, I withdraw and then roll to lie beside her.

  I want to sing, but instead, I kiss her, her chin held between my fingers.

  “Charlotte, thank you. That was unforgettable.”

  She’s still smiling. “Master. Thank you. I was so nervous. But, you made it, just so….” She’s awkward for a moment, hesitant. “Can we just lie here for a few minutes? Is that okay?”

  It surely is Jade-Eyes. What more could I have asked of you….?

  “Of course it is. We’ll just enjoy the moment shall we.”

  I hold her in a loose embrace, our naked bodies still entwined.

  Incredibly, I’m feeling an emotion I’ve not felt for years, had all but forgotten….

  …. tenderness.

  How long is it since I felt like this?

  Years….

  Decades?

  “No regrets, Charlotte?”

  “No, Master. None.”

 
She must be tired. Give her the chance….

  “That’s good. Now, we have six days ahead of us. Would you like to sleep now?”

  “Yes, I think I would.”

  Indeed, her eyes are drooping already.

  “You do that then. I have some phone calls to make.”

  Rising, I leave her to crawl under the sheets. When I look back into the room a few minutes later, she’s sound asleep, barely covered by the blankets, but with a sea of red hair flowing over shoulders and breasts.

  A pang strikes through me of….

  …. of what?

  You’ve only just met the girl. Grow up, Man….

  I’m in unfamiliar territory. I’d forgotten what it’s like to feel this way.

  How long ago was it that being with Marlene ever did this to me? Or any other woman?

  Tugging the blankets over her, I pull the door almost closed, but not quite.

  In the lounge, I pour myself a finger of malt and tap my phone screen. Almost immediately there is a reply

  “Michael?”

  “Yes?” his voice is chilly.

  “I wanted to let you know that she’s here.”

  There is a long pause and then, “You went through with it then?”

  “Yes, I did. Listen….”

  I need to get him on-side with me on this….

  “…. I almost didn’t, because I was thinking about what you said, about the morality of it, her age and everything….”

  “You didn’t actually let it stop you though….”

  “No, but I was getting up to leave. Then I saw that Finchby was there. He was bidding on her.”

  “Finchby? Who….?” For a moment his voice is puzzled, then, “Finchby! That bastard from down by the docks that beats the girls ‘til they deliver?”

  “Yes. Him. He was bidding on her, and he looked set to win the bidding….”

  There’s horror in his voice. “Jeez, what would have happened to her.…”

  “Exactly, I may not be every maiden’s dream, but I’m a pussycat compared to him.”

  Michael sighs down the phone. “Okay, so you’ve got her, and you fucked her. Is she alright?”

  “Yes, everything’s okay. She’s fine.”

  There is another drawn-out silence, then, “What does okay’ mean?”

  He’s still not happy with me….

  “It means…. she’s here and….”

  “…. And what? You have fucked her?”