He gives a laugh, “You could have told me that before I went to all this trouble.”
“I believe I did,” I smirk.
He chuckles and then gives me an instruction. “Wait here.”
Well I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I can’t move. My limbs feel leaden, and for once my orgasms have left me sated. I feel almost sleepy, but force my eyes to stay open, not wanting to waste a moment or to miss a thing about this night. He crosses the tent and goes into a curtained off area, then returns minus condom but with a small bowl. As he brings out a flannel, I put out my hand. He brushes it away, and proceeds to clean me himself.
I try to close my legs, but he holds them apart. “There’s a little blood, not too much,” he says matter of factly, then grins up at me, “Just enough to satisfy a man.”
“Proof of my virginity?” I huff, concerned he hadn’t believed me.
“Janna, I knew you were innocent before you told me. It wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t bled at all. But…” he gives a self-deprecating smile, and doesn’t need to finish his thought. “Are you sore?”
Experimentally I try my limbs, they all seem to be working, but there’s a slight discomfort between my legs, “Not much,” I reply.
“Good,” he responds, in a voice full of satisfaction.
“Good? I thought, being a sadist, that you’d have wanted me to hurt.”
He sits down beside me, there’s an assessing look in his eyes. “I tried to be gentle.” His hand comes down and smooths over my face, “I kept my inner beast chained tonight.”
I wriggle as if to taunt him, “Does it want to come out and play now?”
His eyes rapidly darken, “Be careful how you tempt me.”
But I don’t want to be cautious. My fatigue disappears, and I try to sit up. Try, because as soon as I start to move, one of his hands whips over my head and grabs something from behind me, the other takes both of mine and his body squashes me to the bed. There are snicking sounds behind me, and when he moves away I find my wrists are securely handcuffed to the tent pole behind my head.
Without saying a word, but keeping his eyes on me, he reaches to the side of the bed and pulls something up. When he shows it to me, my brow rises in question.
“It’s a spreader bar,” he answers. “I have to thank my brother for putting ideas in my head.”
Okay, so what’s he going to do with that? And what’s his brother got to do with it?
But I don’t have time to ask him, he’s taken one ankle and cuffed it to one end, then my other is cuffed to the opposite side. He bends my knees up and a ratcheting noise sounds as my ankles are pulled further apart.
Now he stands back, one side of his mouth turned up, “Now I’ve got you exactly where I want you.”
I feel so exposed, unable to move, and completely under his control. He can do anything he wants to me. Oh my God. My nipples feel tight, as though begging for attention, and my clit’s beating in time with my rapidly pounding heart.
He starts to walk around me, his fingers trailing over my skin, goosebumps following in their wake. “Here, I’m a prince,” his voice has dropped an octave, “There are men outside, but they are under my command. You can cry for help, you can scream. But no one will come running. I can do anything I want to you. You are completely at my mercy alttuyur alssaghira.”
Oh my. His words, the position I’m in, and his deliberation are meant to frighten me, and he’s succeeding, but my nerves are turning me on. Wondering what he will do causes a new rush of arousal to dampen my thighs, and in this position, held so open to him, I can hide nothing from him. He must see the evidence of how he affects me glistening in the light from the lamps.
His hand stops moving, “I can torture you, clip your wings. Keep you on edge for hours. Mark you.” He’s looking into deeply into my eyes, and I shiver. “Your safe word is ahmar.” He stops and shakes his head, laughing as he corrects himself and gives me the interpretation, “Red. You understand?”
“I’m not going to have to say it.”
“You dare to challenge me now?” He pulls himself up. His cock, no longer flaccid, is jutting out and leaking precum, the sight causing my tongue flick out and moisten my lips. He notices, “You want to taste me?”
Eagerly I nod.
His hands come out and pull my head round. It’s a rough action, surprising, but one which doesn’t hurt, aimed to intimidate not to cause pain, “You suck my cock when I want you to. Not when you decide.”
I go to nod, but he’s holding me too firmly.
His hands touch my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples, I try to push up. He slaps my breast lightly, and pulls away. “Bad alttuyur alssaghira.” His voice is sharp. Without his hands on me, I feel bereft. But soon his palms are back, smoothing over my flesh, and now his mouth is there, sucking at one of my nipples. He uses his teeth, it’s enough to bring my back off the bed, his bite staying only the right side of pleasure. He knows exactly how much I can take.
As he moves to the other, I feel myself tighten. I open my mouth to plead or to beg and he bites again. Arousal shoots from my nipple to my clit, a stream of electric current making me throb. He lifts his head, and he smiles a knowing smile. My nipples tingle and sting, aftershocks shoot through my pussy. Then, again he lowers his mouth, this time to my stomach, and once more he bites with his teeth. And then he moves up, a bite under my right breast, and now under my left. Little nips that are surprising rather than painful. Until he reaches the top of my breast just over my heart. Now when his teeth descend, he sucks hard and I gasp. When he pulls away I suspect that he’s marked me, I’m proven correct when he traces where he’s marred the skin, a look of satisfaction on his face.
I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on, there’s not one part of me that doesn’t feeling alive, no nerve left without stimulus.
He’s moving down the bed, lifting the spreader bar and slipping underneath so my legs are over his shoulders. Raising my head, I see him staring at that most private part of me, and my whole body flushes. As he lowers his mouth I flop back on the pillows, and as his tongue explores my slit I shudder with delight. Now I can only be grateful I’ve waited so long, knowing I’ve been keeping myself for him. He’s not offering me a future, but wow, there could be no better way to have lost my virginity than with such an experienced man. I don’t need to wonder, nor ask what I’m expected to do. He’s taken all decisions away from me. There’s nothing to do but lie back and take all he wants to give. Let him use me for his pleasure. My skin feels electrified at the idea.
Now he’s using his hands, holding me apart, stretching me open, then his fingers start to explore. His tongue probes inside me, and I jerk from the bed. Already my desire is ramping up and my muscles are starting to tighten.
“Don’t come.”
What? He must be joking, there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop this. Owh! He’s slapped my clit, and moved his mouth away. I’m throbbing, my pussy clenching at air.
“Jasim… please.” He’s got to give me relief, he just has too.
He chuckles, the sound reverberating against my tender parts, “You’re mine to torture, I told you that.”
And torment me he does, licking me again, and the threat of the orgasm which had started to fade returns in full force. This time I fight to hide it, but as my thigh muscles go tight he laughs again, “I can read you, alttuyur alssaghira. Every reaction of your body. I control your orgasms. They’re mine to give, not for you to steal.”
Oh my God, he’s killing me. I’ve never been so aroused, nor felt so frustrated. My hands test their bindings, I try to move my legs. With so little movement I can only squirm and take what he’s prepared to give. And he’s doing it again, bringing me to the peak but not letting me go over.
I scream in vexation, and he chuckles again. I feel lightheaded, the stimulation with no relief almost too much to bear. He must let me come soon.
When he pulls out from under the b
ar and takes my body in his strong arms I gasp with dismay, he’s leaving me hanging. My clit is beyond sensitive, I feel as though a puff of air would take me over the top. Just breathe on me. Touch me. “Jasim…” I wail out his name.
He lifts and turns me, supporting me easily as he pulls the pillows down the bed, then lays me down gently, my stomach held up by the cushions, my forehead lowered. He repositions the spreader bar so my bum’s in the air. And makes me wait, aching with need.
I’m unable to stop trembling, so close to the edge. There’s nothing in my mind except a dire need to come. Over the sound of blood rushing through my ears, I can hear him inhaling and exhaling. Opening my eyes, which I hadn’t realised were closed, I turn my head to the side and can see him behind me, kneeling on the bed, his cock hard and protruding so proudly from his muscular loins. I need him inside me. But I’ve already learned he’ll show no pity even if I beg.
Just do something, anything. I need him to assuage this hunger that I’m feeling bone deep. I’m starting to hate him, when at last he moves. His hand finally touches me, swiping my dripping essence from my slit and moving it to my tight hole. He circles his fingers around and starts to push one in. At the foreign and unwelcome invasion, I try to evade him, but his other hand holds me tight.
When I stop moving he slaps my backside hard, “Let me in,” he instructs tersely, “Bear down and let me in that tight arse.”
Stunned that he’s smacked me, my body obeys his command. As the sting fades to warmth his finger sinks in, a burning, uncomfortable feeling.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Almost talking to himself he continues, “You’ll wear a butt plug for me, loosen you up. When you’re prepared I’ll be taking you there.”
The naughtiness of the thought thrills me, but that’s going to hurt, I tense, “Jasim, no.”
Another slap which makes me jump, and then a voice by my ear, “No? You think you’ve got a say in this? Your body’s mine, you belong to me now.”
Oh. My. God. It shouldn’t turn me on, the thought I’m completely at his mercy, but as new moisture floods out, I admit that it does.
He adds another finger to the one in my arse, pushing up inside me and oh, sweet God in heaven I’m going to come from the feeling. But of course, he doesn’t let me, as the feeling of ecstasy rises, it’s then he pulls out. “I’m going to mark you now.”
What?
And then he starts to really spank me. I try to protest, surely I shouldn’t want this. But as his hand hits me, a glow starts spreading through me, my clit feels so swollen, pulsating as though the touch of a feather could set me off. His palm connects again and again, my heart’s beating fast, my lungs gulp in air. The smarting of my skin is nothing in comparison to the throbbing need in my clit.
He stops all contact, and I hear a rustling behind me, I’m shaking my head against the bed, unable to process all the sensations of my body.
His hands hold me open, and I feel a prodding at my arsehole. He’s doing that now? Then the warmth of his body as he lies over me, once again he speaks into my ear, “Not tonight.” It’s not said to reassure me, but as a promise, or a threat.
Then his condom covered cock is in my already tender slit, and he pushes right in, my copious moisture, his stretching from before, and my intense level of arousal easing his way. Immediately my pussy resumes clamping, as though trying to hold him in. But he’s controlling the pace, picking it up and pounding into me, his hand wraps around my braid Lamis had plaited, forcing my head up. I’m completely and utterly under his control.
“Come for me.”
I couldn’t disobey if I tried. My muscles tauten, and I’m a quivering wreck as instinct takes over and an incredible, earth shattering orgasm floods through me, going on and on and on. As though from a distance, I hear his own shout, and feel jerky movements as he ejects his cum, the feeling making me orgasm all over again. Someone is screaming, I think that it’s me. My mind leaves my body.
Chapter 19
Jasim
By Allah! It’s as if this woman was made to be perfect for me.
Quickly I release her from the spreader bar, massaging her legs to get her circulation going again, and doing the same to her wrists when I remove the cuffs, then pull her to me, holding her close. She’s pliant in my arms, her eyes closed. She’s deep in subspace, the things I’ve done to her, the way I tortured her, shooting her there.
Laying my hand over her heart I feel the rapid beating gradually starting to slow, my own mimicking her pace. I’d called her alttuyur alssaghira, my little bird, something so fragile I could crush it in my strong hands. But she flew like an eagle, a match for my deepest desires. I’d been wrong to think she wouldn’t enjoy my type of play. My mind starts thinking of what else I could do with her, how far I could take her and debase her. Fuck, the way she responded, the strength of her eventual explosion triggering my own out of this world release. While I promised her one night, I already know that won’t be enough.
Stretching my arm downwards I run my hands over where I’ve left bruises, my mark which will soon fade, but for a few hours will remind her of me and this night. Gently, I turn her, and taking a cooling ointment, rub it over her tender skin.
When I’d made the arrangements for this tent, I’d only intended to take her the once, and admit I got carried away. The toys Nijad had sent with me tempting me to do more. But she’d had no need for her safe word, I’d been watching every reaction, every flush on that delectable body. My cock starts to swell as I think about what I could with her back home in my club.
Back in the club? What am I thinking?
As she starts to stir, I shelve the strangely appealing thought, and observe her face as her eyes open. Her pupils remain dilated, letting me know she’s not quite back in her head. Reaching down, I take the bottle of water I’d left handy earlier, and twist off the top, bringing it to her lips.
“Drink. You’ll be dehydrated.”
Still under my command, she does as I suggest, her throat working as she swallows down almost the whole bottle. Her hand comes up to wipe moisture away from her mouth. She’s staring at me in amazement.
“How are you feeling?”
Dazed, she shakes her head as though to clear it, “I don’t think I can remember my name. What the hell was that, Jasim?”
Pulling her to me, I push her head into my chest and rest my chin on her hair, “You soared into subspace, habiti. It was beautiful to watch.”
She snuggles in closer, wincing slightly as her abused body protests. I feel a tinge of guilt as I ask her, “Are you okay?”
“I feel like I’ve run a marathon.” She smiles into my skin, “Oh, Jasim. That was amazing. I never dreamt sex could be anything like that.”
“It was good for me too,” I admit, “You respond to me so well.” Taking hold of her braid, I pull her head up to face me, “Janna, I’m not a man for the long haul, but for my part, I’d like to explore what this is between us for a little longer.” I’ve had more subs than I can remember, but never once have I felt so connected as I do with her.
Her eyes crease as she brings me into focus, and she tilts her head to one side as though testing my sincerity. “You said this would be it. That we’d only have one night.”
Brushing back my hair, I gaze at her intently, “I know I did. Janna.” I turn slightly away and then back and give a short laugh, “I never expected… The things you let me do to you. Your reactions to me. I thought I’d scare you.”
“You did, but in an enjoyable way.”
I nod. “That was my aim. And, fuck, you have no idea what that did to me.” Don’t ask me to explain. I don’t understand it myself. “I don’t know how far we can take this. We’ll take each day, each night as it comes.”
The sides of her mouth turn up as she answers me softly, “I’d like that.”
“I’m making no promises.” I warn again, “No hopes of anything permanent. You understand that?” I can make no such commitments. To l
ead her on would be wrong. “I’m never going to settle with one woman, Janna. That’s not who I am.”
“I understand.” She pulls herself up, a rueful grimace as she feels her sore bum, “I’ve no point of reference, you’re the first man to make love to me. I’m not going to make this into more than it is. But I want to learn all you can teach me, before we move on.”
Before we move on? The thought that I’ll be the man she measures others against causes my body to tighten. Another man touching her? Putting his cock in her? Flogging her?
Quickly, I push those thoughts to the back of my mind. Concentrate on the now. And that I’m currently the man who’s holding her close. “Was it too much for you? Did I push you too far?” I didn’t think I had, but I need, as a Dom, to check.
“No.” She follows up the word with a small grin, “But you tormented me. I thought you were never going to let me come.”
“But it was better for waiting, wasn’t it?”
Her small hand hits my pecs, I cover it with my own, glancing down for a second, noting the contrast in the colour of our skin, my darker olive against the fairness of hers. My mouth turns up at the corners, “If you’re not careful, next time I won’t.”
Now her mouth opens in shock at my threat, another reaction that makes me hug her again.
I provide aftercare to subs, hold them until they recover, providing reassurance as necessary, but this feeling of contentment overtaking me is something I’ve not felt before. I don’t want to move, don’t feel suffocated by her closeness. I feel complete.
But then I’ve never initiated a virgin. This strange desire to protect her and keep her near must be down to that. Her. The woman gave me her most precious gift. She’s not some nameless sub I’ve taken responsibility for, just for the scene. The thought should make me uncomfortable, instead it brings peace. A harmony between my body and mind that’s been missing in my life. I’m totally relaxed, and reconciled with my world.
“Sleep.” My own eyes feel heavy, she must be exhausted as well. As if already programmed, she follows my instruction, her breathing soon evening out. Slipping down the bed I spoon behind her, pulling her close to me, unconsciously repeating how I’d held her that first night.
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