Instantly, Kyle was on the bed beside her, stroking from breast to belly, settling her, allowing her to come down, all the while aware of the pulsing of her cunt. It would be aching to be filled, but it wasn’t yet time. Better she yearn and wonder. He held her as she drifted into sleep.
* * * *
Tabitha woke to something touching the underside of her breast, barely there gossamer touches that made her shiver. She reached to push it away only to find she couldn’t move her hands and then realized her ankles were also restrained. She panicked and tried to scream, knowing it wouldn’t do any good, that her mother wouldn’t come to her. Kyle was at her mouth in a heartbeat, capturing her fear and then pressing tiny kisses over her face. He spoke quietly in her ear, his voice again deep and dominant, calming somehow.
“Your hands and feet are tied to the bed, Tabitha, and I want to tell you why. Listen to me.”
She stilled and forced herself to look at him. His green eyes locked on hers, and his will virtually made her relax and wait. He had turned all the lights on in the bedroom, and she felt exposed and totally open to his scrutiny.
“Good girl,” he said. “I restrained you before you woke because I knew you would fight me if I tried while you were awake. I want to learn your body in minute detail, and you wouldn’t allow that either, so I took the choice away. I won’t hurt you, and I want you to remember how you felt earlier when I went down on you.”
Tabitha replayed his words over and over in her head. He had promised not to hurt her, and he hadn’t, at least not yet. The velvet ties restraining her did not feel like hard, uncaring hands, painful hands. He already knew her well enough to assume that his first sexual touching of her had been a novel event and she would have protested anything further. Now, all she had to do was take what he gave, powerless to stop him, letting him decide. It was a relief somehow, and she gave in to the surreal experience, nodding her head. She saw Kyle’s look of satisfaction, and it warmed her to know that she had pleased him. That was such a foreign feeling, but she allowed herself to accept it.
“I’m going to put a strap over your abdomen now, Tabitha, so you won’t have the need to struggle and try to squirm away from me. But first, I’ll slide this pillow under you.”
Tabitha didn’t have a chance to answer before Kyle slid a wedge-shaped, firm pillow under her hips, raising her pelvis to an angle that left her pussy and bottom completely exposed to him, even more than it had been when he had brought her to orgasm. Tabitha knew she must have felt an orgasm, and while it had frightened her to lose control in that manner, the experience was indescribable, and she wanted it again. She dared to hope. The leather strap held her firmly in place against the pillow and wasn’t uncomfortable. Tabitha awaited what was to come.
Kyle, now naked, reclined beside her on one elbow. She avoided looking at his penis. She well knew what a penis looked like, felt like, and tasted like. She hadn’t thought about Kyle’s penis, not really, until then, and her memory took over, and her breathing caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly.
* * * *
Kyle saw her go away in her head and recognized the anxiety. He ran his fingers across her breasts, whisper-soft, and circled the nipples. Tabitha’s breath changed in response, and her eyes cleared.
“Stay with me, love,” Kyle breathed.
He explored her body from her throat to her waist with his hands and mouth, avoiding her breasts. He found all her sweet spots, the ones on her shoulders and under the arch of her ribs, her responsive navel. Kyle returned to her breasts and palmed them, lifting and stroking, then rolling and pulling each nipple before sucking them into his mouth. He gave equal attention to both, and he could see Tabitha was holding back small sounds, biting her lip.
“I want to hear you, Tabitha,” he commanded. “I want to hear all the sounds you make when I touch you. Your body tells me what you like but so will your mouth.”
Tabitha obeyed him, and her little whimpers and mewling hardened his cock even more. He knew she was somehow worried about that part of him, but she would come around. He would see to it. Abandoning her nipples at last, watching them pucker even more in the cool air now that the heat from his mouth was gone, Kyle surged up and caught her mouth in another deep kiss. She opened immediately and responded to him, her tongue shyly duelling with his. Kyle checked her wrists to make sure she wasn’t chafing then slid down her body to kneel between her outspread legs. Tabitha tensed, and he petted her hips until she relaxed again.
Kyle’s control was being severely tested, and he reveled in it. When he actually came to fuck her, it was going to be so incredible. But for now, he needed to break her, gentle her, have her again experience her sexuality. He began by rubbing the arches of her feet, using enough pressure to avoid tickling. He gently pulled each toe and pressed a kiss on each one. He admired the fine bones of her feet where they led up to her finely turned ankles. She was beautifully made and seemed to have no appreciation of that fact. Next, Kyle stroked her calves up from her ankles, long, firm strokes, then leaned to kiss the inside of each knee. Tabitha murmured and whimpered in appreciation as he worshipped every inch of her. He wanted to taste her again and couldn’t wait. Her inner thighs felt like velvet, and he lingered there, running his hands up and down, feeling her shiver and smelling her arousal.
He parted her labia and examined her beautiful cunt, the lips swelling, engorged with blood. She was a dark crimson there, with a hint of pink, and her folds were slick with moisture. He pushed back the fleshy hood of her clit and teased the little nub, hearing Tabitha’s whimpers and mewls increase and get louder even as her body tried to fight the strap and rise to him.
Kyle licked her from anus to clit, again and again, punctuating licks with brief forays of his stiffened tongue into her vagina. He avoided her clit but noted how it stiffened and poked out. Tabitha began to leak more and more moisture, bathing his mouth and causing her labia to glisten. She tasted of cherries with a bittersweet tang and he couldn’t get enough. Kyle pushed a finger up into her, gently at first then with more authority, seeking the roughened little spot high in her vagina. Tabitha cried out and writhed, and Kyle withdrew, adding another finger and pressing hard against the spot then circling it. He swirled his tongue up to her clit and moved rhythmically, and she moaned and whimpered, begging him in a choked voice. Still he tormented her, her vagina clamping harder on his fingers and her clit jumping against his tongue. When her voice began to break on her pleas, Kyle pinched her clit between his teeth. Tabitha came apart, screaming her release.
Kyle moved to lie beside her, rubbing her wrists under the restraints, kissing her forehead, and stroking her belly as she brought her breathing under control.
“Okay, love?” he asked.
Tabitha moved her head from side to side on the pillow and then looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “That was…I don’t know what that was.”
“That was pleasure, love, and I plan to bring you more shortly.”
“No, no more, please,” she whimpered. “I can’t take it. Please, Kyle.”
He loved the way she said his name. “You can take it, Tabitha. One more experience and I’ll let you rest.”
Kyle returned to kneel between her legs, dipping his fingers in her juices and pulling the moisture down to lubricate her anus. She protested and struggled to avoid him.
“Don’t, please don’t, Kyle,” she pleaded. “I’m not sure that is something that I want.”
Kyle looked up at her and smiled. “It’s what I want, Tabitha, and something that you will want. I am simply deciding for you. You need to trust me.”
Tabitha closed her eyes and nodded. Kyle appreciated her anxious fear, but he was determined to introduce her to anal play. After all, she would have to learn eventually, as he had a fascination with assholes, and hers was clearly virginal. He wouldn’t put his cock in her there until she was stretched and ready. In the long run, it was in her best interest. He focused on using her own moisture to grease the pu
ckered hole, and Tabitha shuddered at his gentle, pervasive movements. Kyle pushed against her, and she gasped as his fingertip penetrated her to the first knuckle. Kyle rotated his finger and reached his other hand to her clit, touching it with light motions. It served to distract her, and he added another finger to the first, pushing them both as deep as they would go. She was so tight, and he could barely turn them, but he kept at it, and her muscles softened around him. Kyle then scissored his fingers, stretching her, while making his strokes on her clit harder and faster. He pushed his thumb into her vagina, and Tabitha yelped. As he hoped, her body began to respond to the myriad of sensations, and he felt another climax begin to build for her. As her vagina started to clamp on his thumb, he ordered her to come, and she did, once again crying out her release. She was so responsive.
Kyle pulled his fingers out of her ass and kissed her mound, then went to the bathroom. He washed up and then returned with a warm cloth to clean her. The only sound in the room was the quieting of Tabitha’s breathing. Kyle released the restraints, turned off the lights, and got into bed with Tabitha, pulling up the duvet to shroud them both. He pulled her into his body, spooning with her on the bed, his stiff cock fitting into the crevice of her buttocks. It felt both arousing and comforting. He waited for her to say something, but she remained silent. He thought he might relent and send her home as soon as she was rested a bit, to give her the opportunity to reflect on the night’s events and the pleasure she had experienced. However, he wasn’t sure he wanted to let go of her yet. It wasn’t yet one o’clock, and he considered teaching her how to blow him and then discarded the idea. He would wait until she offered to please him. He knew that she would do so.
* * * *
Tabitha stared unseeingly into the dark. The bedside clock didn’t register for her. Her clever brain was sifting through all that had transpired with Kyle, at his hands and, to be honest, his mouth. Even when he breached her anus, he really hadn’t hurt her. The little bite of discomfort had morphed into a strange sense of pleasure, and while she had never been penetrated there, she thought she liked it. Which of course fit with her mother’s belief that she was a temptress and a whore. Her mother’s voice was not so loud and strident though, and it seemed easier to push it away. Kyle had made her feel something beyond her control, had essentially forced her to, but she thought she was glad of it. Maybe she deserved a bit of feeling good. She had no experience with this kind of thing, this pleasure, and didn’t know if it was something she could take advantage of. Kyle had taken control, and she thought it might be okay. She was a little worried that she wouldn’t be able to pay him back. She knew one thing to do and how, but it had been a sickening experience, and the other thing hurt and she didn’t like it either. Tabitha was also worried Kyle might not just want payback. She worried that he might even want her soul, and she didn’t think she had one of those. Tired, overwhelmed, but feeling curiously safe with the warm bulk of Kyle lying tight behind her, she fell asleep.
* * * *
Tabitha opened her eyes and was out of bed in the next heartbeat. Where the hell was she, and why was she nearly naked? Her breathing slowed, and her stomach returned to its rightful place when she realized she had been in her boss’s bed. Kyle had obviously woken before her, and strangely, she felt both relief and chagrin that he hadn’t touched her again or woken her for more instruction. Near hysterical laughter burbled up, and she choked on it. She didn’t laugh and rarely smiled, and there really was nothing funny about this situation. Shower sounds emulated from the master bath, and she took a step toward it, and then forced herself to back up. She looked around and saw her clothing laid neatly across a chaise lounge near the bed. She quickly dressed, although her stockings were in sad repair, so she stripped them off and tucked them into her purse. Forcing her hair into an untidy bun at the back of her neck, Tabitha searched for her compact and lipstick. She was going to have to wash her face clear of the tracks of mascara so set out to find another bathroom.
Kyle appeared in the doorway of the guest bathroom after Tabitha had used the facilities and washed. He wore a silk robe and was towelling his hair. He had yet to shave and looked for all the world like those hunky men Tabitha saw on the front of those romance novels some of the women in the office read. His green eyes were speculative and intent.
“I’ve asked Thomas to drive you back to your apartment right away, so you’ll have time to get ready for work,” he told her.
Tabitha’s heart sank to her shoes. She actually felt it. Last night was something out of this world for her, and now he was dismissing her. She guessed the “relationship” was over as she’d been found wanting. Small wonder. She straightened her shoulders and nodded to him, trying to move past his bulk.
“Good. I am never late.”
Kyle spun her by the waist and pulled her right up against him. He kissed her breathless and touched her cheek.
“You sound so formal for someone who has been known as intimately as I knew you, love.”
Tabitha struggled not to blush and contented herself with just looking at him. She worked hard at not letting him see any reaction from her.
“I love that you say nothing unless you really have something to say, Tabitha, although I expect there are times when you would like to say it and think better of it. I am going to have to teach you how to ask for what you want and punish you when you don’t think enough of yourself to ask for what you deserve. Come, love, Thomas is waiting, and I will take you back to bed if you don’t leave now.”
Kyle escorted her to the door and handed her off to Thomas. “Thomas will pick you up from work. Be on time.”
Tabitha stared as Kyle shut the door. Mr. Control. Mr. Boss. She thought she’d like to slap him and was astonished at her temerity. But then she had no life outside of work and really couldn’t complain about being wined and dined and, well, pleasured. But there was that word, punishment, again. She was sure she didn’t like the sound of that.
Chapter Four
Tabitha knelt before Kyle in the bedroom on a cushion he had placed for her. She was nude, although wearing a pair of red stilettos he had purchased for her. He must have checked her size the previous evening.
Thomas had picked her up from work, to the speculative stares of other office staff. Kyle had been right in his assessment of office politics, but she had only one more day there and then would start her new job.
Kyle had met her at the door, again wearing his silk robe and obviously freshly showered. He had taken her to the master bath and told her to shower. When she emerged, her clothes were gone, and she went in search of him wearing only the bath sheet. Kyle was in the gourmet kitchen, and all manner of seafood and vegetables were laid out on the island. He had settled her on a stool then tugged the bath sheet to allow it to drop down, leaving her naked before him. It was warm in the house, so there was no excuse for her nipples to tighten and pucker, a fact that was not lost on Kyle, who tapped each one gently with a forefinger.
He had fixed a plate for her and often fed her choice morsels from his own. There was a light sparkling wine, but he only half filled her glass. Tabitha felt cherished somehow, taken care of, and while it felt a bit unsettling, she thought she liked this new experience, too. They talked about work and the world markets, and she found herself smiling with him. After eating, Kyle led her back to the master bath and lifted her to sit on the vanity. The granite was cool against her bottom and thighs, and she watched him curiously as he gathered a few things from the drawer. Sated from the food and nurture, Tabitha didn’t protest Kyle’s next moves, although she thought she should.
He pushed her thighs apart and then lathered her pubic curls, flickering a finger over her clit as he did so. Tabitha felt the now familiar moisture in her vagina and leaned back to give him better access. She watched as he carefully shaved her and checked for any stray hairs that he might have missed. Kyle then patted her with hot washcloths, followed by a lotion that soothed her skin.
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�You will be more sensitive to my touch without hair, love,” Kyle told her, “And I want to be able to spread your pussy and look at you bare.”
Tabitha felt a bit strange to be so naked on her mound, but there was also a flare of excitement. She didn’t get excited unless something good was coming down at work, but she knew the feeling was like that.
* * * *
Kyle moved Tabitha off the vanity and took her to the big bed. He sat her on the edge and then knelt to put the heels on her.
“On your hands and knees, Tabitha, facing the headboard,” he told her, and she complied with barely any hesitation. Kyle smiled to himself. He had created a monster, or so he hoped.
He moved to take a place behind her, stroking the curve of her back, running his palms over her buttocks, squeezing the round mounds. He nipped her then kissed the sting away, and she started to push back toward him. The red shoes gave her a wanton look. He slid beneath her, pressing her thighs apart with his shoulders between her knees as he brought his mouth up to her now dripping cunt. By gripping her tightly at the waist, he held her to him for another intimate feasting, her breasts swinging and swaying, brushing the top of his head. Kyle fucked her with his tongue and lapped her now even more sensitive folds until he could have drowned in her juices. He sucked her clit into his mouth hard, and she flailed above him. Just another position Tabitha could repeat for him.
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