"Okay spill it, girlfriend, and don't leave out a single detail." Janie was smiling, pleased to see her friend happy and obviously okay with the events of the previous night.
Leah told her friend everything, leaving nothing out, as she had been instructed. It wasn't something she would normally have felt comfortable talking about, but she had never kept secrets from her best friend before, and a part of her was desperate to talk about it.
Just talking about Rhett made her desire him again and she was surprised by the strength of the stirring within her.
"Oh, honey, I'm so glad he treated you right." Janie had been a little worried that Leah would be overwhelmed, but it was apparent that she had been concerned about nothing. Rhett had obviously given her a great night of lovemaking; just what a virgin needed, and left the lifestyle mostly out of it. She mentally applauded him for handling the situation well. "So when are you seeing him again?"
"Tonight." She nibbled on her lip. "If I can walk again." She laughed and Janie joined in.
"After a few times together you won't be this sore." It had been years since Janie had lost her cherry, but it was something you didn't ever forget.
"Good to know. I've got to work for a few hours today, have you got any plans?" She wasn't looking forward to going in for her shift, but needed the paycheck.
"I'm going to go over to the condo and start moving some of my things in." She sighed with distaste at the thought of giving in to what her father wanted for her; even if it eliminated the worry of apartment hunting. "We need to get you packed too."
"I'm off tomorrow so I'll get my stuff packed up then. How soon do you want to move in?"
"Well the place has a Jacuzzi, so the sooner the better I guess. Think you can have all your stuff ready by next Friday?"
"I don't have much to pack up so yeah, I think I should be able to do that. As long as we move during the day and not the night, I kind of want to keep my nights free for a while." She hoped Janie wouldn't be upset about that, but she really wanted to spend every night she could with Rhett, for the time being.
“I remember what it was like, Leah." Janie frowned a little. "Just remember, honey, you have to have a life outside of him. I hope things work out and he wants to have a long term relationship with you, I know that's what you want, but I don't want you getting hurt if he doesn't, okay?" She couldn't imagine having the intensity of this type of relationship for her first one and the look on her best friend's face worried her. It was clear that Leah had already developed strong feelings for Rhett. "I know it's great sex, and your first experience, which makes it all the more special, but you have to try and see it for what it is."
"Can we worry about it when the time comes, if it does?" Leah asked a little plaintively. "Honestly, I'm still overwhelmed by everything right now." She didn't want to come down off her high, though she knew she would have to eventually. Stupid or not, she wanted to bask in the memory of her beautiful night with Rhett for as long as possible.
"For now, Leah," Janie agreed, thinking that she was definitely going to worry about her friend. "Are you going to sit in there until you turn into a prune?" she asked to change the subject, before things got awkward between them.
"I guess not, since the water has gone cold. Hand me a towel?" She waited until Janie handed her an oversized towel and then stood; quickly drying off she drained the bath and walked into the bedroom, followed by her friend. "I'm going to cook, you hungry?" she asked as she dressed in a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top before walking into the kitchen.
When Janie nodded at the offer of food, Leah threw together an omelet for both of them and made coffee. They ate in a companionable silence until a knock sounded, startling them.
"I'll get it," Janie jumped to her feet, "you need your strength after last night, eat up," she said with a laugh.
Leah giggled and rolled her eyes as Janie made for the door, returning a short while later with a bouquet of ten long stemmed roses, nine red and one white.
"Looks like you impressed someone last night." Janie handed over the card before finding a vase to put the roses in, which she set on the countertop.
Blushing Leah took the card and read it. "Dear, Leah, thank you for a beautiful night. Yours truly, RH." Her body flooded with heat at the sweet gesture.
"Oh boy, you've got it bad." Janie shook her head. "Okay, sunshine, I'm going to let you bask in your flowers and get ready for work. I'm going to start sorting out the condo. See you tomorrow." She stood then bent to kiss her friend's cheek. "Call me if you need me later." With a smile she left.
Leah sniffed the roses; glad her friend was gone since she couldn't seem to get rid of the smile covering her face. She didn't have much time to enjoy the gift however, much to her disappointment; she had to get ready for work.
The school store was almost completely empty, since finals had just ended, and by five o'clock she was bored out of her mind; she left as quickly as she could when her shift was over.
Janie had called earlier, saying she'd be out with David, but had her cell phone with her in case she was needed, so Leah took her time getting ready for her date with Rhett. Date didn't seem like the right word for whatever was going to happen that night, given the situation, but she didn't know what else to call it, and thinking of it as a date made it easier to avoid any panic over not knowing what was going to happen.
She arrived at the house five minutes early, a little embarrassed by her old truck, which looked completely out of place in front of such an expensive property, and uncertain about her outfit. She didn't have a lot of dress clothes; there had been little cause for her to buy fancy clothes over the past few years, and even less money to spare for such things. The white mini-dress she had on was the best she could come up with from her meager wardrobe.
If Janie had been home she would have borrowed something a little sexier.
The mini-dress was made of cotton and was really nothing more than a long t-shirt with a cute neckline and hem. She'd slid on a pair of comfortable sandals, but now she had arrived she regretted not going with a pair of heels. Heels would at least have made her look a little more dressed up. It was too late to do anything about her outfit though, she thought as she made her up to the door.
The butler let her in, informing her that she was to go straight down to the dungeon.
Earlier she had been so excited at the thought of seeing Rhett again that she could barely contain herself, now though, hearing that he was waiting for her in the dungeon she felt a nervous shiver run through her. She clasped her hands together to try and stop it as she followed the butler.
When she reached the bottom of the dungeon stairs Leah looked around, not seeing Rhett anywhere. Her hands clenched into small fists at her sides as she fought her anxiety. "Rhett, Sir?" she called out softly.
He walked around the corner into view and smiled warmly as he saw her. She looked like a frightened lamb in the white mini-dress, and too damn young, he thought. "Hi, sweetheart." He held out his arms and she walked into them quickly, eliciting a chuckle from him. "Did you miss me?"
She wrapped her arms around him, breathing in his scent. In his arms she felt safe; all the nervousness she had felt just a moment before was gone, she couldn't even remember why she had been nervous. "I did, Sir, I thought about you all day," she told him quietly.
He was amazed, not just by her honesty, but by the way she didn't hesitate to admit her feelings. "I missed you too, sweetheart." He squeezed her a little before stepping back. "Are you ready to start your ten nights?" He smiled as she nibbled on her lip at his question and then arched a brow, letting her know she needed to stop.
She realized what he wanted the moment he looked at her like that and stopped, releasing her lip. "I think so, Sir." Her voice shook a little as she thought of the things he might do with her.
"Good," he said with a smile. "Now, let me go over a few things with you. When you walk down here from now on, I expect you to undress and leave your clothes in the training ro
om." He pointed to the small door at the back. "When you have done that you will kneel before this cross, understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she answered, not quite understanding why she should have to kneel before the cross, she doubted it had anything to do with religion. She realized there was no point in her asking for an explanation however, so she kept her mouth shut. Instead she asked a question she thought he might answer, "What are you going to do with me tonight?
Rhett nodded in satisfaction before he answered her. "Tonight you are going to dance for me."
"Dance for you, Sir?"
"Yes, Leah; I want you to strip and make me want you, without touching me at all." He grinned as her eyes widened. "If you try your best, I won't punish you." His voice deepened into a tone of command.
The thought of him punishing her had her biting her lip again, before she remembered he didn't like it and stopped. "There's no music, Sir," she said, not sure how she was supposed to dance without music. She wasn't sure about dancing for him anyway, it was not a skill she possessed, never having done what he wanted before, but without music it would be all the more difficult. Nonetheless she was determined to do her best.
He chuckled. "I can fix that, sweetheart." He walked over to a small box on the wall and pushed a button. The room was immediately flooded with soft sensual music. "Remember, dance like you mean it," he told her as he settled on the couch, his arms spread across the back of it. His eyes on her he wondered how Leah was going to handle her first task, the one which he considered the easiest of those he had in mind for her.
Leah’s knees shook as she moved to a position in front of him, where she stood, uncertain what to do. She had danced with Janie on numerous occasions at clubs, and even in their dorm rooms after a few drinks when the music got them on their feet. Never before though had she danced with the intention of turning someone on; dancing naked was a new experience for her as well.
After a minute or so Leah began to move; she wasn't sure what she was doing, other than responding to the music, but she tried to mimic moves she had seen Janie do in the past. Unlike her, Janie did dance to get men interested, and she did her best to recall how her friend had done that.
Swaying slowly she ran her hands up her body, moving up from her hips before lifting them above her head and clasping them together. How she managed to stay on her feet when her knees shook like they were made of jelly, she had no idea, but she did, and she continued dancing.
She dropped her hands to her ponytail and pulled off the band that kept it in place. Tossing the band away she shook her head, running her fingers through her hair to loosen it and make it cascade down her back.
Keeping to the rhythm as best she could she wet her lips, while her hands lowered to her dress. Teasingly she lifted it a few inches, almost, but not quite, revealing the lacy red thong she had on underneath. Just when the thong was about to come into view she let go of the dress, allowing it to fall back down.
Rhett was impressed as he watched Leah move. He honestly hadn't known what to expect from her, but it was clear she was a more sensual creature than she thought herself to be. His eyes stayed on her, watching every move as she rotated on the spot, raising the hem of her dress again and bending over to show her ass.
When her small hands rubbed over her heart shaped flesh he found himself wondering who was leading who; damn she was hot, he thought.
Leah had no idea where the courage was coming from, but the smoldering look in his eyes told her what she was doing was what he wanted from her. More than that, from putting herself on display for him was turning her on.
In single quick move she straightened up, bringing the dress up with her. Pulling it over her head she tossed it behind her to Rhett. Over her shoulder she saw him catch it with a smile and almost lost her step as she spun to face him.
She recovered quickly and continued dancing, swaying again to the music, her hands tracing over her body for a minute or so before moving up to her bra. She traced her fingers around the edges of it, slipping first one strap off her shoulder and then the other.
Her hands moved round behind her to the clasp of her bra. With the catch undone the bra slid down her arms and she spun, throwing it with one hand while she brought her other arm up to cover her breasts. Despite her lack of experience she managed to time the manoeuver so he got no more than a glimpse of one breast before they were hidden.
His mouth watered as he watched her hips gyrate sensuously. With her free hand she pulled her hair round to the front so it covered her breasts and then she dropped her arm. He thought her nipple peeked into view as she moved her arm, but he couldn't be certain, and he shifted uncomfortably as his cock lengthened. She was turning him on; there was no doubt about that.
Her movements slowed a little, she didn't want her hair to move and uncover her, but she didn't stop. She kept dancing, slowly and sensually as her fingers slid under the sides of her thong and she nudged one side down, before pulling it back up and repeating the action with the other side.
Lowering both sides of her thong she turned away, just as the first of her downy curls became visible. Still holding onto the thong she bent at the waist, slipping it down her legs with one hand, while the other went between her legs, preventing him seeing anything. The groan of disappointed longing that escaped his lips told her the move was the right one and she smiled to herself.
Lifting her left foot out of the thong she kicked it up with her right, catching it in her free hand. When she turned back to him she was holding the thong between her teeth, while her hand still covered her sex.
Feeling more confident than when she had started Leah moved forward, approaching Rhett. She bent down to him when she got to the couch and he reached a hand up to brush her hair out of the way; she quickly stepped back, but not before dropping the thong into his lap, directly over the hard-on she could see creating a bulge in his trousers.
The teasing was almost more than he could handle; when she started he would have been prepared to lay money on her never having done anything like it before. He needed to see her body, he couldn't wait any longer, and for the first time since he turned the music on he spoke, "Pull your hair back and move your hands on top of your head," he instructed. "But don't stop dancing."
Leah shivered at the intensity in his eyes and voice as she did as he commanded. With her breasts bared her nipples reacted to the cool air, hardening to tiny rose-colored pebbles. She felt more exposed than she had the night before, dancing just beyond reach, but also more turned on.
A deep blush stained her cheek and he thought she'd never looked sexier. "Play with your nipples, baby," he commanded.
Lowering her eyes her fingers went to her peaks, she hadn't expected such an order and could only bring herself to pinch her nipples lightly. "Harder, Baby, pull on them for me." His cock was throbbing with need, but he wasn't ready to take her, yet.
Hesitantly Leah pulled at her nipples, pinching them until it was almost painful. She moaned slightly at how the sensation sent unexpected pangs of pleasure downward. "Sir?"
He chuckled, liking how responsive she was. "Finger yourself." Her eyes widened and he grinned; she was obviously desperate for his fingers, but that wasn't what he wanted just then. When she didn't move quickly enough for him, his voice took on an edge of anger. "Now!"
She jumped at the abruptness of his order and immediately slid her hand down her body, her face burning in embarrassment as she tentatively traced her fingers over her heated flesh. It wasn't that she'd never touched herself before, but doing it in front of him was mortifying. She bit her lip hard, not enjoying her own fingers at all.
"Come here." He patted his lap, where she sat immediately, glad for the chance to stop dancing. "Baby, I want to see you get yourself off, and I want to see it now, so lie down on this couch and get yourself off. Do you understand me?"
She nodded, wanting to lower her eyes but finding that she couldn't pull them from his; she didn't like him being upset with her and it
was obvious he was just then.
"I asked if you understood me." He wasn't truly angry with her, despite the tone of his voice, but he intended having her compliance.
"Y-yes, S-sir." Her lips trembled at the intensity in his eyes as he lifted her off his lap and placed her on the couch while he stood.
While he watched she slid her fingers down her stomach and through her downy curls to her silken folds. Despite her nervousness and concern over his apparent anger with her, she found her body was reacting to the situation; she was as wet as he had made her the previous night.
Closing her eyes she massaged her clit, slowly rubbing her finger over the soft petals. That was as far as she'd ever gone with pleasuring herself before; it wasn't enough, she wanted more, her body demanded it, but having an audience inhibited her and despite her need she held back.
Seeing that Leah was holding back Rhett decided to help her out. "Don't stop, baby, keep stroking yourself," he told her as he walked over to a cabinet on the wall and pulled out a vibrating bullet. "Have you ever used a vibrator before?"
"N-no, S-sir." Her eyes popped open, instantly zeroing in on the item in his hand; though she knew a little about sex toys, she had never had any interest in buying one.
He turned the bullet on and handed it to her. "Just rub this on your clit, baby." He smiled and knelt beside the couch, curious to see how she was going to react to the feel of the toy.
At the first touch of the cool vibrating metal she jumped, the sensation was unlike anything she could describe; within just a few seconds she was moaning in pleasure. No longer thinking about her observer, she moved the bullet around, teasing her clit with it as she tried to work out the best way to use it to maximize the pleasure it was giving her.
When she found the best spot, the one that made her hips buck unconsciously against the tiny device, she held it there, while the fingers of her other hand traced their way down between her folds. Without realizing she was doing it she slid first one finger, and then a second, inside her velvet tunnel. Within a minute she was pumping her fingers furiously in and out as she came; her chest heaved up and down and her breath came in short ragged gasps.
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