by Sam Crescent
“I don’t want you to bugger off,” he blurted.
She widened her eyes and clutched her glass tighter, droplets of condensation trickling over her fingers. “Oh.” She turned away then, head bowed, a frown firmly in place, and walked out of the room.
He’d gone too far, too quickly, hadn’t he? Suddenly unsure whether to follow or give her space, he gulped some wine and considered the best course of action. Nothing had surprised him more than the speed with which he’d become attached to her. He thought about her leaving after her training was done and knew it would hurt. Was it her vulnerability, often covered with her brash words and fake bravado, that made him want to take care of her? Was it the way she was a breath of fresh air in that she said things exactly as she saw them, not thinking of how it might sound to him?
He supposed it was. And the latter? He was pleased she felt able to do that, because it obviously hadn’t been allowed with her former Dom. She was honest, not out to snare him for his money, and he appreciated that trait after recent relationships had ended with the women revealing themselves to be gold diggers. Ruby was eager to learn, and he, in turn, was eager to teach. Until she expressed the admission she didn’t want to bugger off either, he’d tell himself she was his pupil and nothing more.
Whether he believed his own lies remained to be seen.
* * * *
She sat before him on the rug, legs crossed, hands in the space between them. Her knees, shins and feet were on display, her negligee pooled beneath her fingers. She’d closed her eyes as he’d instructed, and the fire crackled behind her, drying her hair into crinkles.
“Now tell me what you want,” he said. “The ultimate fantasy.”
Her eyes flickered, and she parted her lips as though she was about to say something but had thought better of it. Or she wasn’t brave enough or ready to tell him what he wanted to know.
“It doesn’t matter that I’m sitting in front of you,” he said. “The lamp doesn’t show you too much—you’re kind of in shadow. Pretend you’re alone.”
“It’s difficult because I bloody know you’re there!”
He smiled, holding back a chuckle. “If you want to learn…”
“All right, all right, keep your hair on!”
Laughter barked out of him before he could stop it, and she smiled, the self-conscious kind, and gripped the negligee hem. He felt for her, he really did, and wondered whether it was too soon for her to express herself when she was still so raw. That thought sobered him.
“I…” She sighed. “Sod it. How hard can it be?”
“Only as hard as you make it.”
“Now that sounded rude…”
“It did, but it wasn’t meant that way, I assure you.”
“Shame.”
She bunched her eyes tight, obviously cursing herself for letting her feelings slip out, but that one word gave him hope. Dare he dream she wanted him as more than her teacher?
Don’t get your hopes up, man. Teach and be done with it.
“So tell me,” he prompted. “What do you dream about?”
She sighed again and pressed her lips together. “Okay. All right. I can do this.” A pause, then, “I want… God, I just want a man to touch me without the need to hurt. No, that doesn’t sound right. I want to be hurt, but not in the way where the pain is given spitefully. Make sense?”
“Perfect sense. Go on.”
He stared at her cheeks, growing redder by the second, and longed to stop this exercise until she was more comfortable in his company.
Evidently she already was, because she went on. “I want smacks to my arse, but not too hard, and I want several, one after the other, then some space to appreciate them, to wait until my arse stops stinging before I’m smacked again. I want to be able to suck…oh, God…suck a man without his hands clamped on my head for the purpose of him directing how I do it, how deep he goes, holding my head still so he can just ram it in until I choke. And I especially don’t want to do that while being whipped so hard I bleed.”
A tear trickled down her cheek.
Jesus Christ…
“I don’t mind being tied up,” she said, her voice brighter, “but not with anything where I can’t break free. I like the illusion of being bound for good but with the reality I can tug my arms and the ties come off.” She shrugged. “I don’t think I want the full-on BDSM scene really, do I? My experience of it has been so…harsh that it might have put me off enjoying it now.”
He understood where she was coming from. “Maybe you’ll want more as time goes by. When you’ve started from the beginning and built trust. It’s going to be difficult for you to fully let go, to embrace the pain as something pleasurable, without memories from the past making you tense and frightened.”
“I know, but I feel safe with you, like I know you won’t hurt me. I should be afraid of every man, but I’m not. Just of him.”
So this Master hadn’t ruined her totally, then. She’d got away just in time. Who knew what she’d have ended up like if she’d stayed even a fortnight more? He admitted he was relieved at this latest piece of news—it made him feel less of an animal for wanting her the way he did. If she wasn’t afraid of him, it would make his teachings a hell of a lot easier.
“So, are you ready to show me what you mean about sucking cock?” he asked.
She gasped, but there was no other way to put it. He may as well be blunt, continue in the way he’d always done, direct and to the point.
She nodded, fingers scrunching the fabric again before she let it go and clasped her knees. He picked up the vibrator from beside him and held it out. She felt for it, holding it by the base and raising it to chest height.
“This is so embarrassing,” she said. “I don’t think I can…”
“If you feel uncomfortable, then don’t do it. If it helps, think of it as a real cock. Imagine you’re pleasuring a man who wants nothing more than the feel of your mouth around him. He has no intention of harming you, just wants you to do what comes naturally.”
Pretend you’re sucking me.
She breathed in through her nose and lifted the vibrator some more until the tip rested on her bottom lip. The sight of it there, its shape and texture that of a real cock, had his dick straining in his pants. She rubbed it across her lip, and he imagined how that would feel, her soft mouth skimming the ridge of his head, breath whispering over his slit.
He squirmed and swallowed tightly.
She dashed out her tongue, then withdrew it again, as if conscious that Harry watched her every move. After another sigh, she tried it again, peeking her tongue out slower this time, licking the head in a gentle swirl from one side to the other. Christ, she was turning him on and she’d hardly done anything.
Closing her lips around the head, she pushed the vibrator into her mouth, lips stretched around the girth, gliding over the fake veins that protruded along its length. She reached halfway down and pulled back up, cheeks hollowing, then took it from her mouth, holding it between her legs. He thought for a moment she was going to lift her negligee and insert the phallus inside her, but she didn’t.
Wishful thinking…
Instead, she said, “It’s too hard. The vibrator, I mean. It isn’t like the real thing.”
“Call it what it is.”
“It isn’t like a real…a real cock. Do I have to use it? Can’t I just show you how I like to do it on you?” She kept her eyes closed.
“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea, Ruby.” Oh, God…she’s driving me crazy.
“Don’t you want me to suck you?”
“Jesus…” He sighed. “Yes, I want you to suck my dick, but darling, now isn’t the right time. You’re vulnerable—”
“Yes, so you keep saying, but I’ll never not be vulnerable if you keep treating me as though I am. You agreed to teach me, yet you’re blocking my way forward by making out I’m some scared little thing who doesn’t know what she wants. Like I said just now, he scares me, you don�
�t. I know exactly what I want, and right now it’s you. So, can I suck your cock or not?”
He widened his eyes, stuck for a response.
After all, how the hell could he reply to that?
Chapter Seven
The only sound in the room apart from their breathing was the crackling of the fire, the delightful heat giving her, she hoped, an attractive rosy glow. For so long she’d knelt for Master, but instead of her eyes being shut by her own free will as they were now, Master had forced her to close them, covering her with darkness.
Would Harry let her suck him? She’d noticed his growing dick earlier, even though he’d tried to hide it. The way he was always so careful around her made her heart melt and her body ache with the need to feel more. Harry truly cared, and her mind couldn’t move from the kiss they’d shared earlier in the chip shop. As far as she was concerned, when she went there in future she’d stand and reminisce about him and that kiss.
Will he want to keep me?
Ruby couldn’t be thinking about her future in such a way. Placing the fake cock on the floor, she ran her hands over her knees, rubbing the sweat on her palms away. Would he present himself to her? For years she’d wanted to give head her way, to give her loving attention to the male organ she loved so much.
It was true what she’d said earlier. She wasn’t afraid of other men, just the one man…Master.
“I’m sorry, let’s forget about this,” Ruby said.
Silence was a horrid weapon to use on a woman who’d been kept in the dark for so long, although she doubted Harry meant to keep her in suspense. She kept her eyes closed even as she moved to get up.
“Don’t move.” Harry placed a hand on her shoulder to hold her in position. He didn’t squeeze down to the bone to try and make her squeal in agony. The touch was light but commanding. She enjoyed the feel of him and didn’t shy away.
Taking a breath, she smiled at her own achievement and how well she knew her own body. The only man she couldn’t bear to touch her was Master. Harry could touch her any way he liked.
Ruby knelt and listened.
“I’ll let you suck my cock, but when I touch your cheek I want you to stop and stay still, do you understand?”
Now she shivered with delight. His voice had taken on a thick, rich timbre. He was aroused, she could hear it, but to be told what to do made her pussy pulse. The sheer panties she wore wouldn’t contain much of her cream if just hearing him speak brought renewed arousal. She loved sucking cock—at least she’d loved doing it once and had even fantasised about it with Master, finding the glide of a hard staff between her wet lips intimate and amazing. To bring the man pleasure, pain, or to draw his arousal out to painstaking levels was a huge turn-on.
“Please, Harry, let me use you instead of the vibrator and show you that I can be saved. I don’t want to be vulnerable for the rest of my life and I feel safe with you. I want to tell you something. Before Master…” She took a moment to swallow past the bile rising in her throat, truly hating the bastard who had taken years of her life. “Before Master, I used to work as a librarian. I’m passionate about books and reading, I love it. Anyway, after he came along, work had to stop, and then, before I knew it, so did reading. It amazes me how fast and how much I gave up for him, what he took away from me.” Ruby stopped to lick her lips, heart bursting with euphoria at her bravery for finally speaking about herself. He deserved to know more after everything he’d done for her. “Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
With her eyes shut she couldn’t see his reaction.
“I want to show you that I’m trying to become myself again. I’m not trying to be a yes-woman just to please you. I’ve been the yes-woman against my will and now I want to be the woman who can say yes and no. Do you know what I mean?”
He didn’t say a word, and Ruby was sure she’d messed up by giving some of herself, her inner thoughts. The tears that had been drying came back, a single tear escaping, trailing down her cheek. She went to wipe it away, but Harry stopped her, his hand taking hers and interlocking their fingers. A shuffle sounded before his lips touched hers—she guessed he was kneeling—and before Ruby could do anything he kissed her the same way he had in the chip shop. With full force and control.
He stopped the kiss and licked the tear from her face. “From now on with me there will be no more tears, Ruby. I want the woman you say you are, and it will give me great pleasure as a man and your Dominant to give you what you desire.”
Her heart soared.
The sound of him standing again then a zipper sliding down made her gasp, the noise erotic after the romantic crackling of the fire.
“Please, can I open my eyes?”
“Why?”
“For too long I’ve had to keep my eyes closed and guessed what was to come. I want to see you strip away your trousers, you showing me your cock. Please, may I open them?”
“Yes, open your eyes, sweet Ruby.”
Harry stood in front of her less than a foot away. She widened her eyes, didn’t look up at him but watched him work his trousers. The button and zip were undone and he began to pull them down.
“May I?” she asked, reaching out to cover his hands.
She gazed up at his face and he gave her a nod, removed his hands and let her take over. Slowly, she slid them down his strong, muscled legs, noting a small dusting of hair. Extra points for wearing black boxers and not white. She hated white—Master wore them, so now they never appealed to her. The black emphasised Harry’s swollen dick, snuggled in one straight line up to his hipbone.
She swallowed. Master hadn’t been this big. She closed her eyes and told herself to forget about him. Harry deserved her full attention with no comparisons.
“Take my cock out, Ruby.”
No second-guessing now—he had given her an order she wanted to obey. She opened her eyes again and, inch by agonising inch, peeled down his boxer shorts, revealing the tempting piece of anatomy.
With his underwear down to his thighs, his cock sprang out. She couldn’t take her eyes away from him, cock long and thick, his foreskin pushed back as the length of his erection peeked out, the little slit slightly open at the top. Already pre-cum seeped out of it.
What will he taste like sliding along my tongue?
“Touch me, Ruby.”
She cupped him at the base and ran her hand up to the tip and back down, resting her other on his thigh. She touched him with firm fingers and teased him with steady hands, sliding her thumb through the leaking cum and spreading the moisture all over the head. Then she raised her thumb to her lips for a taste. There was not enough to get his unique flavour, so she shuffled closer and engulfed his large head in her mouth. The contact brought a shocking wave of pleasure to her and a deep, guttural moan from the pair of them. He tasted sweet yet salty, and she went down further on him, placing her hand halfway up his erection. As she dipped her head again, her lips touched her hand. She used her fist to work the bottom half of his cock while she touched, licked and stroked his shaft with her tongue, learning everything about the shape of him.
Ruby tongued the vein down the side and followed its path to his base. She moved her hand from his leg to cup his bollocks, stopping as he touched her cheek. Her hands still on his body, she looked up at him, his fingertips remaining on her cheek. He removed it a second later and she worked him again, building up a rhythm, her hands on his cock and balls and her mouth taking him deep.
A drip of cum dropped on her tongue and she swallowed, moaning at his taste and taking more of him, right to the back of her throat. She moved her hand and mouth further down to love the parts of him she hadn’t been fondling.
Harry tapped her cheek again and she stopped, taking him from her mouth. It was a test to show her who was in control.
“Touch my hair?” she asked. She wanted his hands on her hair or stroking her in some way as he exploded on her tongue.
“Are you sure?” His concern was clear.
Ruby nodded. “I know it’s you. Please, Harry, just put your hands on me.”
She sucked him again and his hands went to her hair. She moaned when his fingers slid through the strands. She had been so long without love and intimacy. In this brief moment she could pretend and imagine that was what they felt for each other.
He groaned and thrust his hips out gently to urge her on. She engulfed his tip then took him deep into her throat. His balls tightened, and the grip on her hair stung a little, but wasn’t painful, wasn’t scary. His cock pulsed and he cried out, releasing his cum. She swallowed it down, loving the taste and control he gave her. With him still stroking her hair, Ruby took everything he gave and relished the power and the play they’d just had.
He tapped her cheek for her to stop and she pulled away, her pussy soaked. Her thigh muscles were sore from kneeling, but her mind and heart were as one, at peace. The only thought that terrified her now was how easily she could be falling in love with this man. Harry had a kind heart, and she wished…a small part of her wished that with time he may come to love her a little.
If she was honest, she already believed she was in love with him. How could it be possible, though, to love a man less than twenty-four hours after meeting him and with the previous experience she’d had before?
Am I on the rebound?
“Thank you,” Harry whispered, going to his knees before her and caressing her face.
Ruby didn’t try to analyse the look on his face. She didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t what she hoped it was.
“What for?” she asked.
“You gave me not only an amazing blowjob but also a piece of yourself. Librarian? I can see you in killer heels and a short skirt. I bet you drove the boys to distraction.”
Ruby burst out laughing, seeing the lust on his face.
Being a librarian had been nothing like they painted in porno flicks. Far from it. She’d spent the better half of her days being around dust, cleaning and stacking the shelves. Nothing sexy in that.