by Emmie Combs
He surprised me by suddenly biting my clit; I let out a muffled scream and bucked my hips.
"Disobeying my order love? I'm going to have to punish you now," he smiled, moving away from my arousal. I groaned, wasn't denying my pleasure punishment enough?
He moved to my feet untying my ankles from their bounds, he was ending this because I couldn't contain myself. He undid my wrists and took the underwear away from mouth. I didn't want to stop, I didn't want to ever stop, I started to cry.
"Did you think there would be no consequences for your actions? Stop crying and get up," he commanded.
I continued to crying and got up, I went to pick up what was left of my outfit, but was forcefully grabbed by Derek.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I didn't tell you to do that did I?" I jumped and looked at him.
"But-but...I thought...thought you were kicking me out," I sobbed, not being able to handle the sudden rejection.
His expression became softer and he pulled me into a gentle embrace. "No my Sam, I don't want you to leave, I never want you to leave."
He held me until I finally calmed down, he wiped my face with his hands and sleeve, before discarding the soiled shirt, leaving him completely bare, I ran my fingertips over his toned chest, he shivered.
He grabbed my wrists, taking back control, and gave me a soft sweet kiss on lips; this is what I thought our first kiss would be like.
"That being cleared up there is still a matter of your punishment," he explained.
I nodded in acceptance. I could take anything he gave me, unless it was rejection.
"Kneel on the bed, facing away from me," he told me, I quickly obeyed. "Lean forward, palms flat on the bed."
I did as I was told, now in a doggy style position. He leaned over me, I could feel his breath against my neck.
"Your ass is as beautiful as the rest of you, but it would be even more beautiful if it looked like your lips, swollen and red."
When he finished I felt him slap my butt, hard enough to leave a mark and to sting. I gasped and jerked forward from the force, but did not break position, even though it hurt it was only adding to my arousal.
He continued his assault on my behind, slapping it until he was completely satisfied with his work.
"It's so red, so perfect," he grazed his fingertips over my sore bottom. "I can feel the head radiating off of it. One day I'm going to fuck you in your perfect little ass, but not today. I have another more important cherry to pop first. Did you learn you lesson?"
I craned my neck to the side so I was looking back at him, biting my lip I nodded.
"Obviously not entirely if you keep testing my control like that," he mused.
He pulled me off the bed and set me on the floor in front of his feet. I looked up at him in shock.
"Kneel," he growled, I got into the ordered position and watched as he undid his belt.
He threw the belt aside and undid his pants, pulling not only them but his boxers down, kicking them off along with his shoes.
I looked up to see the nude Greek God in all his form, he was magnificent. He was huge, how the hell was he going to fit into any of my holes?
"I've been fantasizing about your luscious lips on my cock, sucking me off, now I'm finally going to have that fantasy fulfilled."
I had known where this was going as soon as he had me kneel, but I made no move to take him into my mouth, I have never given oral before. Fuck I hadn't even been kissed before today.
He let out a frustrated breath through his nose as he waited for me to do what he wanted, but I remained unmoving, he got the idea he was going to have to coax me along.
"Open your mouth Samantha."
I relaxed my jaw and my mouth slacked, my lips parting. He put the tip of his manhood into my mouth. I became braver and licked his head, tasting precum, he tasted great. He let out a moan and gripped the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.
"More," he gasped, pushing my head forward and forcing more of his length into my mouth. I started sucking him his member, bobbing my head slightly back and forth, licking his length.
His grip tightened and he let out a hiss through his gritted teeth, I moaned, giving him pleasure was turning me on even more. The vibrations my moan caused drove him wild and he forced himself all the way into my mouth. I felt his had at the back of my throat and gripped his hips to keep from gagging.
"Relax Sam, breathe through you nose," he told me, I complied, my gagging reflex ceasing. He fucked my mouth faster, harder, I used my tongue the most I could, deep throating him. His breathing become ragged, he was going to cum soon.
He look down on me and moaned, "Your lips around my cock is such and amazing fucking sight. Your mouth is so fucking warm, fucking wet."
I don't know he was able to control his breath to say that but he did. He gave one last jerk and through his head back, crying out my name as he came, I swallowed every last bit of him.
He came down from his orgasm and removed his member from my mouth, smiling down at me.
"That was...there are no words to describe that."
He pulled me up and pushed me back on the bed, climbing on top of me, trapping me between him and the bed, not like I was trying to escape anyway.
"We are not finished love," he told me, kissing me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck, entwining my fingers in his locks, pulling him closer to me, we let out simultaneous moans.
Pulling away he moved his attention to my neck, kissing, sucking, and biting, no doubt there would be a mark there when he was finished.
His movement continued south and he was tending to my breasts again, not as long as he had before, but it was still extremely erotic.
Finally he reached his final destination, hopefully to finish what he had started so long ago. He did not hesitate this time, orally pleasuring me.
I gripped his head and bucked my hips to his mouth, moaning, crying out in pleasure.
I felt the orgasm building, the heat building in the pit of my stomach, I was so close when he suddenly stopped, my cries of pleasure to one of disappointment, I needed release, I was going insane.
He moved back up to my face, kissing me fully, before pulling away, he rubbed my clit slowly while verbally taunting me.
"You never said what I wanted you to say love, if you say it you might get your release, don't you want that?"
"Please..."
"Say it love, who do you belong to?"
"You! I belong to you! Only you! I love you! Please!" I begged.
"Good girl, that's all I needed to hear."
He moved back and started eating me out for the third time today, but this time he didn't pull away when I was close, he licked, sucked, and bit until I was pushed over the edge, riding the waves of pleasure running through me, screaming Derek repeatedly, like a prayer.
When it was over I laid there gasping, calming down from my high.
"Thank...thank...you," I gasped out, my hand on my chest, feeling my heart beat rapidly.
"It was just my pleasure as it was yours, but we're not done yet," he told me, reaching over and retrieving something from his bedside drawer.
It was a condom; we were going to have sex. I bit my lip, I was extremely nervous all of a sudden. I watched silently as he removed the condom from its package and slid it over his hardened member. When he turned back to me he could tell by the look on my face I was having doubts.
"Its okay love, we don't have to. We moved to fast didn't we? You're regretting all this now aren't you," he spoke fast, trying to mask the disappointment and rejection in his voice, but I still heard it.
"No! I don't! I love you and I want to, I'm-I'm just scared," I confessed my eyes downcast. He cupped my face in his hands and brought my gaze to meet his.
"I love you, and I want you so much, I want us to be together. Even after all that has gone on today I want our first times to be special, I'm going to try my best not to hurt you," I promised, stroking my face and p
utting gentle kissing all over my face, on my lips, my cheeks, eyes, and forehead.
"You ready love," he asked, I nodded and he laid me back down kissing me lovingly.
I relaxed, he didn't plunge into me straight away, instead we laid their, kissing and giving each other gentle touches. He finally broke away and hovered over me, his tip pressed against my entrance, my body instinctively tensed up, trying to keep out the foreign object.
He stroked my hair and softly kissed me, "You need to relax, I don't want to hurt you more then it already will."
I relaxed my body and he slowly inched his way into me, my walls tightened around his member, I gripped his back, digging my nails into his flesh, trying to keep from crying.
He paused at my hymen, waiting for me to adjust to his size; he kissed my face, giving my words of encouragement, telling me how much he loves me.
"I love you, just do it, it's going to hurt any way you do it."
He kissed me hard and in one quick thrust he broke through my virginity, I couldn't refrain from crying out in pain, my scream muffled by the kiss.
He didn't move even tough I knew he wanted to, I shifted my hips slightly and felt a little more pain, but also intense pleasure, it felt wonderful.
"Don't move," Derek told me.
"It's okay now," I told him, thrusting my hips, feeling the same pleasure that was only intensified by the slight pain, I truly am a sick submissive masochist, but I don't care.
He held me still and gave me a hard look, "So there's no more pain at all?"
I bit my lip, I felt myself blushing, and "A little...but it...it feels good."
He looked at me like he didn't believe me, "I promise...please...keep going...please."
He answered my pleas by pulling out and pushing back into me, faster and harder then before, I cried out my pleasure, he stopped again.
"Don't stop," I begged, "please...harder...faster."
He pulled back and thrust into me again, my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the intense pleasure.
"What do you want Samantha, tell me."
"Fuck me please! I want you to fuck me hard and fast!" I told him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard the only thing that will be left in that pretty little head of yours is me."
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to either side of my head, kissing me hungrily he pushed into me. This time he didn't stop, he kept thrusting into me, each thrust harder and faster then the one before.
Our bodies were covered in sweat; the only sounds in the room were our muffled moans and flesh slapping against flesh, the fire that started as an ember in the pit of my stomach building so it was setting my entire being aflame.
I felt my orgasm building, I was about to be pushed over the edge, he broke the kiss and panted into my ear, "cum for me love, cum with me now."
My body obeyed his command and we came together, screaming each others names.
After we rode out our orgasms together, he collapsed against me, circling his arms around my body, and burying his face into the crook of my neck.
I was still on a high, my mind in its own little space, I was aware of what was going on around me, but it was like I was somewhere else as well.
My whole body was submersed in a comfortable numbness that I welcomed, I couldn't move, I didn't want to.
The End.
Slut's Revenge
It's late Saturday afternoon and I'm standing in the shower looking forward to this evening. My boyfriend's folks are out of town for the weekend and he's having a party, my first "proper" party. I'm going to stay over too, having told my own folks I'm crashing at a friend's house. I wash my hair and shave all my hairier bits very carefully to be perfect for him when we have sex for the first time later tonight. He won't be my first, but it will be more special than my first time, I just know it.
My mind slips to him so naturally, how he feels when I hug him, how he smells when we're so close, how he tastes when I kiss him. How he tastes when I suck him. We've been together long enough now and all I've wanted to do for weeks is to give in to his advances and let him inside of me.
My fingers tease over my freshly shaved parts as I imagine how he'll feel in me, so eager already for his fully naked body to cover mine. I snap out of it, rinsing and conditioning my hair, letting my anticipation build slowly as I get towelled off, dry my hair and figure out what to wear.
Even as I look through my wardrobe I'm playing a game with myself, I know exactly what I'm wearing. I should do, I've been planning this evening for weeks now, ever since he told me that the party would be happening. For some reason he was nervous about asking me, even though we'd been together for a while. He was so happy when I told him that of course I would go. He was even happier when I told him that it would be our first time.
In fact we were both so excited by the whole idea that within moments our hands were in each others pants, then his fingers were slipping into me as I leant over to take him in my ever-willing mouth.
I pull my own fingers away from my thighs where they seem to be magnetically attracted, and take the black halter-neck shift out of the wardrobe, holding it against myself in front of my full length mirror. I worry that its possibly a little too sexy for a house party, but I want to look perfect for him tonight.
I hang it over my curtain rail, so I can see it as I slip on a pair of brand new french knickers (also in black, of course) and my dressing gown as I do my hair and make up. I pay minute attention to the small amount of mascara and lipstick I put on. I curl my hair just a touch to give it that slight wave that he told me once he liked. I spray a little perfume on my throat and breasts. All the time my eyes flicking back to my dress, so eager to get into it. The sooner I get into it, the sooner I get it taken off me...
Finally after much checking of the time, I slip it on, smoothing it down over me, checking that my bare nipples aren't *too* obvious under its clinging material. Back in front of the mirror I admire its lines, checking that it doesn't show off my ass when I bend a little. It is rather short, falling to mid thigh, but it's on the right side of slutty. Just.
Grinning, I imagine my boyfriend's reaction to what I have on, then I complete the outfit with a pair of black stockings and my smart flat shoes. Simple but sexy is my motto for this operation. Classy but... easy? Am I looking too whory? I recheck myself in the mirror, reassuring myself that I'm desirable but not too obvious. No, I'm fine. The stocking tops are well above the line of my dress, my ass is covered, my breasts entirely swathed by the folds of the body of the dress.
I'm good to go, and just in time too as I said I'd be there at 8.30. I grab my bag and slip out of the house, calling my goodbyes through closed doors to both parents. I jump on a bus and within a few moments I'm round the corner from his house. My stomach's churning a little as I straighten my dress and check my make-up in my small mirror, then before I know it, I'm approaching the house, the bedroom, the bed, where he'll be laying me down tonight.
I kinda expected to be the first one there, but when one of his friends answers the door, beer in hand, I figure what the hell, its a party right, it must have started early.
That it started earlier than I thought quickly becomes apparent to me as I hear yelling and laughing from the garden. The guy who let me in wandered off as soon as I walked in and so I hang my bag up in the cloakroom and look around for my boyfriend.
The lounge and the kitchen are empty, it seems everyone's in the garden. Not that I was expecting him to be waiting behind the door for me to arrive but still I'm feeling a little put out and kind of alone as I step into the kitchen, filled with beer, bags of snacks and one guy opening bottles whilst drinking quickly from another in his hand.
I ignore the beer dude (he feels like a 'dude') most blatantly as I brush past to get to the garden where finally I see *him*. He looks so perfect. I take a stolen moment and watch him before he spies me. He's wearing just a pair of long shorts and those beat up old trainers he refuses to throw out. His
chest has finally caught up with his face and arms and is becoming more bronzed with the summer sun. His chest is quite hairless and I do adore pressing my face against it, teasing those small nipples with my tongue. He's just a little toned but kinda skinny with it. Right now he looks as much like a god as any skinny teenaged boy can do.
I feel my nipples harden and my crotch heat just a touch as I idly wonder how white his ass will be under those shorts. I've never seen his ass properly. I will soon.
My gaze widens to take in the four or five guys with him, friends of his who I don't really know. All sat around on patio chairs and benches, laughing and swigging from bottles and cans. Finally he sees me and I wave shyly from my place by the doorway where I'm stood like a shrinking violet. He beckons me over and I sit by him, he pecks me on the cheek and I try and join in with the conversation and laughter. He doesn't ignore me, but I feel selfish and want him to myself.
If I could, I'd stand up and pull him to his bedroom right now and the rest of the people here be damned. I just feel a little uncomfortable in the company of so many people I've not met before. The outsider, self conscious of my every action and very conscious of my attire. The eyes of the other guys tracking over me don't help my comfort, every time I look around their eyes twitch away from my legs or my breasts. 'Shoo' I think to them 'this is only for *him*, stop ruining my perfect night with your lecherous looks'. Other than a few meek attempts at glares, thinking is all I do.
The next hour or two passes in a similar vein, we get to chat a little by ourselves, but more and more people seem to arrive and I wonder exactly how popular my boyfriend is. Maybe we've just got gate crashers. Music fills the background of people talking and laughing, dancing, messing about. Everyone here seems to be having the time of their lives, everyone but me that is. The few moments I have with him seem almost stolen and without fail are interrupted by one or another of his jackass friends dragging him away with promises of something which is cool for him to witness.
I tire of the evening very quickly, wishing almost that I was drinking to help get myself into the party spirit. I chat idly to a few people I half know to pass the time, sneaking away to the bathroom as often as I can to have some time to myself to relax. I remind myself during one of these many breaks that everything I endure now will be worth it in just two or three hours time when I finally get to feel him between my thighs.