I was panting as he glanced down at me, aching with a desire that overwhelmed me to the point that thinking was no longer possible. When he joined me again in bed, his hands were everywhere. Cupping the weight of my breasts, splaying over my quivering abdomen, and tracing down my legs and back up again. Lifting my ass and squeezing the flesh, there was no place he didn’t touch and I was nothing but aching need.
When his mouth suckled my nipple I almost came then. It was too much, not enough, and my hands strained against the bonds. His teeth bit down lightly on the pebbled peak and that was all it took. I shattered, crying out loudly in release.
His hand cupped my mound and I lifted my hips off the bed demanding more. He found my breast and suckled again but it wasn’t enough I wanted his fingers inside me.
“Touch me!” I needed more contact and I didn’t care how brazen my words were.
He lifted his hand and brought it down smartly on my sex and I gasped at the strange painful pleasure. “Be careful what you ask for baby.” He did it again and I whimpered arching higher off the bed discovering that I loved what he was doing. It wasn’t what I thought I wanted but the small slaps gave a sensation that was oddly fulfilling. I was shocked to feel the wetness pooling from my core from his actions.
“You like that baby?” He brought down his hand with a little more force and I gasped.
“Yes!” My sex was clenching with need, waiting for the next slap and I was amazed that something so wrong could feel that good.
“The things I’ll do to that sweet little pussy.” His head fell between my legs and he began sucking, licking, then darting his tongue in and out.
I felt my body tensing again and he lifted away chuckling. “Not yet. I still have wicked things I want to do with you.” I wanted to cry the need to come was so great and almost did when his finger slowly slid inside, curling slightly and hitting a spot that had me so close to the edge I held my breath.
When he slid that digit free I whimpered. The whimper turned into a gasp as he slid it slowly into my back chamber and I tensed in shock. “Relax for me baby I’m going to make you come in ways you’ve never dreamed of.”
It was wrong for me to let him touch me there, wasn’t it? I didn’t give a damn I forced my ass cheeks to relax and felt him slide that finger deep inside. His mouth moved back to my clit and he sucked hard, the finger inserted in the back door began riding me at the same time and I felt my body fly over the plateau. I was sobbing the pleasure was so intense.
“I’m going to fuck you now if you don’t tell me to stop baby.” He pulled his finger away slowly and moved to rest between my parted thighs again.
“I’m not on anything.” The thought of him being my first was thrilling and terrifying. He was so damn big that I doubted it would be anything but painful. Still I wanted him.
“I can’t get you pregnant and I’m clean. But if you don’t want this. Tell me now.” He kneeled up, stroking his cock and a part of me wanted to take him in my mouth and avoid the agony that joining with him would bring.
“Do it.” I guess my body was outweighing my common sense because the sight of him larger than life pleasuring himself made me want to feel him inside me.
He moved back between my thighs and his hands lifted my ass. I felt his wide mushroomed head against my quivering entrance and tensed in fear. Telling him to do it and feeling his width seeking entrance were two different things.
“Breathe baby.” He rubbed his cock along my seam slowly and I took a deep breath. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until he spoke. His large head pushed in slightly then he pulled out to rub over my clit. Letting go of my ass, he held himself in one hand to control his movements and I kept waiting for the pain.
Again he breached my sex stretching me then pulled back to allow his cock to rub over my clit again. After several strokes like this I was arching up to meet his entry because once again I was finding my way to bliss. Each push against my resisting core was deeper and almost painful until he retreated to stroke my outer flesh giving me a reprieve.
“Please Taylor.” I was almost mindless with need again as he teased and tortured me. Even with my pleading he continued at his own pace until I was thinking of nothing but the pull and push of his cock. The small thrusts continued to get deeper and I couldn’t stop from gazing down at our joined bodies, amazed that I was taking so much of him.
“Take a deep breath and let it out slow.”
I didn’t think as I followed his softly given demand and took that deep breath, feeling him pushing even deeper within me, then slowly exhaled. At that moment he pushed hard and I felt an agonizing moment of pain.
“That’s the worst part baby.” He filled me to the womb and rested his weight on his arms as he watched my face.
I was so full of him that I could barely breathe but the pain was receding as my body adjusted. For a moment I was sure I hated the sensation and squeezed my inner muscles to expel the foreignness of him embedded so deeply.
His grunt pulled my attention to his face and I could see the strain that not moving was causing him. I relaxed those inner walls and marveled at his ability to control. “I want more.” I wasn’t sure if I truly did but I hated the pain on his face and wanted to release him from the agony.
“Thank Fuck.” He let out his breath and slowly inched out and I bit my lip hard to stop from crying out. He filled me again with caution and I gasped not sure if it was from pain or feeling so much of him. “Again?”
I nodded timidly and he pulled back and found home with a little more force. It was like sweet torture when he didn’t stop, riding my body with gentle thrusts until I felt my insides clench and release, striving to reach that nirvana on the other side.
“Baby. You. Feel. Fucking. Amazing.” He increased the strokes and I began free-falling into sensual bliss. His cock punished me as my release continued to play out and I screamed loudly when I felt his passion flood my chamber adding more intensity to what was already the most amazing delight.
Breathless from the delights he’d shown me, I closed my eyes trying to allow my thoughts to consume what we’d shared. So that was sex. And not just sex but amazing, hot and satisfying sex. Smiling I looked up into his eyes and was shocked by the beauty of his face in the aftermath.
He inched out of me slowly and I whimpered softly. That was going to take getting used to, I thought. Releasing my bonds he moved up to lay down, pulling me over on his chest. We reclined there for long minutes trying to catch our breath. My core ached but it was such a small pain compared to the pleasure he’d shown me that I almost enjoyed it.
“We’ve made quite a mess.” Still lost in my sensual discovery I wasn’t sure what he meant. I followed his eyes and noted the blood stains on the sheets.
Heat bloomed over my cheeks and I attempted to sit up. His arm wrapped around my waist and he joined me. I couldn’t look at him, so I tucked my chin into his chest.
“None of that, Miss Burns.” Lifting my face with firm fingers he lowered his lips to mine, his eyes filling with some strange light that seemed to cross between humor and disbelief. Breaking the kiss, he slid with masculine grace from the bed and reached down to pluck me into his arms. “Let’s clean you up shall we?”
I nodded and molded myself against him feeling like I was in some great romance novel where the guy swept you off your feet. He carried me into the bathroom before he allowed me to stand again. Watching him adjust the water for the shower I didn’t feel any embarrassment about standing their nude waiting for him to turn back to me.
Stepping into the warm stream, he held out his hand for me to join him, and there was no hesitation. The tenderness of his bathing me was comforting and I knew I could easily get used to this. I was sore in places I didn’t even know could feel pain but his touch was a soothing balm and I couldn’t regret anything knowing why I ached.
He dried my body as if I were some fragile object he was afraid to break, then wrapped me in a towel. Leadin
g me toward the toilet, he encouraged me to sit down and rambled around for a comb, surprising me as he expertly groomed my long hair.
His now flaccid cock was directly in my line of sight as he worked through the tangles and I studied him curiously. Even soft his sex was beautiful and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to learn its texture this way. The comb swatted my hand lightly and I immediately released him, looking up in shock.
“You’ve had enough tutoring for one day Miss Burns, now be a good girl.” His smile was brilliant as it broke over his face and his sex had started to harden again. My lips pouted in a bow at his dismissal and he shook his head. “Those damn lips.” He growled softly and knelt on the hard tile floor, parting my legs so he could rest between them.
Without warning a finger moved between my nether lips and he slid inside deeply. I cried out softly, tensing from the pain and he withdrew slowly. “That beautiful little pussy needs some time to heal.” He stood and reached down to help me stand. Pulling the towel away he allowed it to drop on the floor, then swatted my ass lightly. “We’re using your bed.”
I gasped when he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder like a caveman. His arm rested over my ass and he walked back toward my room with long-legged strides. When we reached the bed he shocked me by placing a kiss on that flesh before easing me down to the bed. “Climb up and if those hands touch me again I’ll tie them down.”
I did as he asked and moved up on the pillows to rest back. The thought of him tying me up again wasn’t a huge threat considering that I knew what he’d do to me and that I’d enjoy it. The stern look on his face was the only thing that stopped me from grabbing him again as he joined me.
“Sleep Miss Burns. We have a busy day tomorrow and I want you rested so I can continue doing wicked things to you.” He grabbed the duvet and pulled it over us and then surprised me by pulling me over onto his chest.
chapter eleven
Discovery
We’d slept until dinner the night before and ordered in room service. I tried several times to encourage Taylor to continue our lessons but he’d refused, demanding that I give my body the time it needed to heal. I discovered that he never backed down when he had his mind made up and by breakfast I was frustrated beyond belief.
Sleeping in the same bed and knowing the pleasure he could offer while he denied it, was agonizing. It was even more so when he made good on his threat and bound my hands after I attempted to tease him into giving in to me. I’d finally given up and fallen asleep and when I woke my hands were free but he wasn’t beside me.
I inched my way out of bed, walked over to my closet and was pulling out something to wear when he joined me.
“What do you think you’re doing Miss Burns?” His voice startled me and I turned dropping my jeans on the floor.
“Getting dressed?” He was wearing a pair of dark blue sweatpants, and nothing else and the sight of him made my mouth water.
“How easily she forgets.” His lips lifted in a smirk and he shook his head. “When we’re alone I want you wearing nothing but that beautiful body baby. Now come eat breakfast.” He turned away and walked back into the living area leaving me stunned.
I stood there for several seconds with my mouth hanging open. He honestly wanted me to stay naked? I hung the jeans back on a hanger and forced myself to walk back into the living room. Taylor was sitting on the couch, sipping on a cup of coffee. His eyes lifted and roamed over me, forcing me to realize that I was really doing this. I was standing here completely naked and trying to pretend this was normal.
“I ordered several things from the menu.” He turned his head toward the serving cart, then casually went back to drinking his coffee as if this something he did every day.
I was having a nervous breakdown as I forced my legs to move forward. Eating became the last thing on my mind even though the food looked incredible. I poured myself a cup of coffee, my hands trembling so bad I was afraid I’d drop it.
“Sit down, Laura.” He had gotten up and walked over to me without me even acknowledging it. I guess that says how nervous I was. Taking the cup from my hand he motioned back to the couch and I didn’t hesitate to do as he asked.
I wasn’t sure why I was so anxious now about my nudity. Last night it hadn’t bothered me in the shower. Maybe it was something about the light of day and him wearing clothes, but it made me feel almost naughty to walk around this way.
He sat my cup on the coffee table, then walked back to the cart. Preparing a plate he joined me again, his eyes studying my fidgeting form with a small smirk. “You’ll get used to it.”
Sitting down he held the plate in his lap and lifted the fork to spear some scrambled eggs. He brought it to my lips and I opened obediently, shocked that he was feeding me. Hunger for food became the least of my thoughts but I continued eating because it seemed that he enjoyed the strangely intimate task.
He held up a strip of bacon and waved it teasingly and he seemed to be asking if I wanted it. I nodded my head yes and trembled as he brought it to my lips. Why was this so erotic? I took a bite and chewed slowly, my eyes never leaving his until the slice disappeared.
“More?” My heart was racing in my chest as I shook my head no. His answering smile was enough to make me gasp. He reached out a hand and I was sure he was going to touch me, but instead he lifted my coffee cup and brought it to my lips. Disappointed I sipped the hot brew. I wanted a drink but it definitely wasn’t this beverage and my eyes moved to roam over his crotch.
He chuckled softly and my face burned in embarrassment. “Such a hungry little girl.” He lifted the cup again to my lips and I drank to stop from overthinking why I was suddenly so turned on.
“We should start packing, Miss Burns.”
I tried to hide my disappointment and stood up facing away from him. Did he not want me now? Lowering my head I started walking toward my room, but was stopped as his hand wrapped around my forearm. I stiffened keeping my face turned away, not wanting to show him my feelings were hurt.
“Did you get enough to eat?” He pressed his body against mine and whispered those words softly in my ear.
How was I supposed to answer that when my mind was on anything but food? I gave a curt nod of my head, knowing if I spoke it would betray how I really felt.
“I’m not sure I did.” His hand tightened on my arm and he tugged gently so I’d follow him. He led me over to a huge armchair. “Sit down.”
I was trying not to sulk and sat down, still refusing to meet his eyes. I was shocked when he lifted one of my legs and placed it over the arm rest, then quickly moved to my other leg doing the same. Gasping, I felt completely exposed sitting there spread out for his viewing pleasure.
“I’m definitely still hungry,” he chuckled softly and left me sitting there as he walked back to the cart.
He draped a linen napkin over his shoulder and began rambling around with items on the food service. His back was turned to me so I couldn’t see what he was doing. What game was he playing? He wanted to eat while looking at me exposed? The way my legs were spread was almost wider than he had stretched me out on the bed last night and I wanted to hide.
He turned back carrying a covered silver tray and knelt down at my feet. All I could do was look at his bowed head in confusion as he played around with whatever he planned to eat.
“I want you to rest your head back and close your eyes Miss Burns.” His tone was demanding and I instantly complied. I was almost grateful that I didn’t have to see him looking at me this way.
I heard clattering and tried not to let my nervousness force me to open my eyes again. His warm hands lifted my ass and I felt the cool linen slid under as he released me again. Not knowing what he was doing was nerve-wracking and I pressed my eyelids together tightly to stop myself from peeking.
“Whatever you do, Miss Burns, keep those legs where they are.”
That was the only warning I had before I felt something warm dripping over my clit and sl
iding over my folds. I gasped at the sensation and cried out softly as his tongue lapped over what he poured on me. The smell of syrup wafted in the air and I was shocked that he was eating off me.
My eyes flew open of their own violation and I felt my core clench at the feeling of him feasting between my legs.
He lifted his head and shook his head. “Such a naughty little girl for peeking.” He clucked his tongue and glanced down at the tray, lifting up a bottle of tabasco, unscrewing the top he placed a drop on my clit and I inhaled quickly at the slight burning sensation.
I squirmed and he quickly moved down to suckle away the liquid. I was so close to the edge from his mouth that I was quickly squirming for another reason.
“I don’t believe I’ll let you come yet.” He lifted away and took a sip of the water he’d placed on the tray. “What else am I hungry for?” He tapped his lip and looked down at his items and I almost groaned.
Picking up a small silver container that held cream he tipped it slightly over my sex, the cool stream making me tremble. His head quickly moved between my legs so he could lick up the stream, not missing a drop.
“Your cream tastes better Miss Burns.” He winked at me and studied his platter again. I watched with shocked eyes as he opened a small plastic container of jam and dipped his finger inside lifting up a big dollop.
Smearing it over my clit and down my seam it felt squishy and I grimaced. His tongue flicked over the thickness of the jam and I no longer cared about squishiness, instead I arched my hips upward aching to feel more than just his mouth on me.
When he lifted away again I whimpered. So close to finding fulfillment, he really was refusing to let me find release. “Please!” I didn’t mind begging. I felt like shouting that he stop playing around and fill me again.
“Feeling empty, are we Miss Burns?” His taunting smirk warned me that I wasn’t supposed to demand things from him and I bit my lip not wanting to answer.
Smiling deviously he lifted a small sausage, about the size of his pinky, and slowly ran his tongue from one end to the other. He wouldn’t, would he? The thought excited and repulsed me at the same time and my body flooded with desire.
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