Caressing me with gentleness, he pushed his finger back into my center. I could feel my insides clamp down on him, wanting to draw him deeper inside me. His free hand came up to massage the back of my neck, making me relax. “Usually there’s no pain in the use of toys. They may feel foreign but are designed to increase the height of the sub’s pleasure. If the subs didn’t use their safeword during the scene, they were most likely playing to the crowd. If the Dom is worth anything, he’ll know when he’s gone too far with his sub, even when they forget to use their safeword. He’d put a stop to the scene and remove any item causing discomfort.”
His words were a soothing balm to my anxiety. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt safe in his hands, knowing I could trust him, knowing he wouldn’t hurt me. “In that case, I’m not sure about toys. I wouldn’t be opposed to trying, for you, but I’m scared it’ll hurt, especially in my backside. Isn’t that taboo, forbidden?”
He kept up his ministrations as he answered, “When done correctly, any toy, whether in your pussy or ass, should heighten your pleasure, helping intensify your orgasm.” He pressed a finger against the edge of my puckered flower, “Anal play can bring about powerful life-affirming orgasms. Only a few people realize the number of nerve endings found in your anus. Imagine what it’d feel like having a toy stuffed in your ass while I thrust myself in your pussy. As I recall, you seemed to enjoy my finger barely rimming your ass while I brought you to orgasm last time.”
The idea both scared me and made me squirm under his touch. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to get over my aversion to penetration. I was thankful he hadn’t…oh shit!
“Now tell me why you have an aversion to penetration?”
What was he, a freaking mind reader, or did my body give him information that my mind wanted to block out? I tried pretending I hadn’t heard him, but he somehow knew. He removed his hands and picked up the flogger, landing several blows against my ass, making me squirm. I began trying to rub myself against the hard edge of the bench, seeking friction, something, anything to give me relief to the buildup of tension growing inside me. Fuck, I needed to come. How did he have me on edge already? How long had we been at this?
“I want an answer to my question, sweetness. I need to know what you’re hiding. Know that I’ll deny you pleasure, bringing you to the edge of an orgasm and denying you time after time until you’re ready to scream for mercy. Now answer me!” His voice had dropped, showing his seriousness and also hinting to the level of his own desire barely concealed beneath the surface.
One look at his stance—and those eyes—I knew he’d hold me to his promise of keeping me on edge until I felt on the rim of insanity. I’d seen Dominants in my parents’ club deny orgasms to their subs. I’d seen the pain on the submissives’ faces, seeing them on edge, literally crying out for the need for release. Once they’d followed their Dom’s orders, they flew apart like a firecracker exploding out. Just watching had been overwhelming, but feeling the buildup and being denied release was more excruciating than I’d ever realized.
“Answer me, woman, and I’ll let you come. Deny me, and I’ll keep my promise of building you up until it becomes so painful you’re begging me to let you come.” I looked up at his reflection, seeing his lower jaw tensed, and his bulge straining against those tight leather pants.
I finally relented, swallowing hard. “I don’t think I’m cut out for actual sex. Other than my own hand, I didn’t even think I could come, until our first encounter.” This was totally embarrassing. “The one and only time I attempted sex, with my boyfriend at the time, it hurt. He was too big, too endowed to fit inside me. I ended up screaming because it felt like he was ripping me in two. He finally gave up, leaving me there crying, abandoning me to go…his words not mine…‘find a pussy that’s more willing.’ I’ve heard from others their first times hurt, so now I’m too scared to try again.”
I felt mortified admitting my lousy attempt at sex. The experience had left me wondering if there was something physically wrong with me. I was surprised to see Master’s expression soften. “Did he ever get inside to take your virginity?”
“No, Sir.”
A cross between a growl and a moan came from his chest, sending a shiver through me. His touch returned, as he massaged my back while landing languid kisses along my shoulders. I was embarrassed by my admission, but he made me feel treasured. I was putty in his hands. “Your honesty will be rewarded, sweetness. This boyfriend, did he kiss you senseless and play with your fine breasts and clit until you were sopping wet and longing for his cock?”
“No, Sir.”
“Elaborate, sweetness.” He insisted.
“We’d kissed only a couple times, when he began removing my clothes. He pulled off his pants, sheathed himself, and then tried to enter me. I’d been scared and unsure of things.” Was he supposed to do everything Master had mentioned?
Master’s head came close to my ear, his tongue licking the edge of my earlobe before pulling it into his mouth and biting down hard enough to make me gasp. I couldn’t believe this simple touch caused my clit to clench. His voice spoke with anger, not aimed at me, but at my former boyfriend. “That guy was inexperienced and a fool. He should have provided you pleasure, making you come at least once or twice, causing you to cream yourself and getting you ready for penetration. You can’t take from a woman—it has to be freely given.”
His teeth scraped the side of my neck, as he bit softly into the juncture of my shoulder. “No wonder you’re acting like a scared little doe caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck. I won’t push you to let me inside your pussy, not yet anyway. I want to show you you have nothing to fear from penetration. I can do this with toys, working up from something small to ones almost equivalent to my size. Any hesitation or resistance on your part and I’ll stop. Do you trust me?”
I swallowed hard. His words were almost as sensual as his ministrations. This man seemed to read my mind; he knew exactly what my body wanted, what I craved, what I’ve needed all along. There was only one way I could answer, “Yes, Sir. I trust you completely. My body is yours to guide, Master. Do with it what you’d like. All of my choices are now yours.”
He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before planting a small kiss on the side of my temple and whispering, “You’ve done well, little one. It’s time for you to take your pleasure in the way I deem fit. You’re not to come until I tell you, understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” My body was already humming with anticipation. Everything he’d done to me, so far, had my nerves lit up brighter than the lights on a Christmas tree. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge, where I’d blow a fuse, and he knew that. I’d do my best to make him proud.
I watched his reflection in the mirror, seeing him grab the flogger. My mind instantly thought pain. I wasn’t prepared for what he did next.
Master drew the edges of the flogger across my back, down my butt, and across my legs. He slapped the device across my inner thighs, lightly but slowly growing in intensity. He never struck the same spot twice, moving a little in each direction, causing the warmth to start climbing toward my center.
The slaps continued to follow a pattern as he got closer to my center, without ever touching where I needed it most. I felt myself begin to squirm, hoping one of the hits would land on my clit, but he bypassed my privates entirely, moving up toward the center of my back as he hit more softly, lighting up new sensations across my skin. I could feel the nerve endings of my skin heating up. I could feel the blood rising to the surface, causing the burn inside me to climb higher and higher. I now understood this burn was my body’s response to the building desire growing inside me. He was pushing me toward the periphery of a cliff, the edge of an orgasm.
When I thought I’d taken all he could give, the strands of the flogger connected against my ass, making me moan, making me beg. “Please. Oh, please, Sir.”
He didn’t stop administering the slaps as he asked, “What do you need,
sweetness? Tell me what you want, what you seek at my hands.”
The strands connected with the front of my clit, making me scream out. “Ahh.” I hated that this spanking bench had all of me on display and at his mercy. “I need to…” I couldn’t say the words as the flogger connected with my clit again. My body started to shake. I felt out of control; I felt I was losing touch with reality.
“Tell me what you need, now!”
The flogger connected across my pussy. It was all I could do not to come. My body was now on the edge of pain. I couldn’t find it within myself to say my safeword. I don’t think I wanted to. I knew he was building me up to a more extreme orgasm than I’d encountered with him before.
It connected against my pussy once more, when I finally screamed out, “Please. I need to come, Sir. I’m begging you.”
He raised the flogger yet again, connecting with my pussy, before shoving two of his fingers inside me and pressing one against the edge of my puckered hole. “Come for me, Jesse. Come now, sweetness.”
My climax detonated deep within my center, grabbing tight to his fingers, as sensation rocketed through every nerve of my being. I heard myself yell out “Master” as my vision darkened, and I felt myself floating freely in an area of peace and tranquility. Was I in subspace? I’d heard of this, but never knew it’d feel so amazing.
I don’t know how long I’d been floating, when I felt my body being lifted from the bench and laid gently across the cool sheets of the bed. I felt his feather-light kiss across my lips before moving down my body, parting my legs with his hands as his tongue began lapping up the cream from my orgasm.
“It’s okay to come back to me, sweetness.” His tongue continued to lick at me, causing my senses to rematerialize. I soon found myself starting to climb again and grinding my pussy into his lips, his touch. Was this even possible to feel turned on again this soon? Who was this man—an Adonis incarnate in the bedroom?
I was a bit disheartened when his tantalizing tongue stopped, and he began to crawl up the length of the bed toward my face. A smile played on his lips as they came crashing down on mine. I thought I’d be turned off by the taste of my cream on his mouth, but found the opposite to be true. My taste was sweet, reminding me of one of my favorite southern desserts, peach cobbler. I liked the taste of me on his lips. If I tasted this good, then what would he taste like? Would I get the chance to find out?
His tongue ravished my mouth, pushing in and out of me, making me crazy with desire, as his hips ground his hardness into my mound. The friction was incredible, making me rethink my fear of penetration. “Seeing you take your pleasure, feeling how wet I’ve made you has me harder than I’ve been for anyone ever before. I need relief, little one.”
Master’s eyes locked on mine, his hands coming up to hold each side of my head. “Do you need to rest, or are you good to go another round?”
He’d already given me three amazing orgasms over the past month, so it was time I repaid him. “Please, let me bring you pleasure, Sir.”
A smile spread across his face as he got up and headed toward a cabinet across the room. He stood where I couldn’t see what was inside. I heard him rattling around some items before closing the doors and heading toward the bed. What was that in his hands? Was that a blindfold and…?
Master held up each item, explaining what he’d intended to do to me. “These straps are going to secure your wrists to your legs, keeping you wide and unable to touch me. I’ll straddle your body, licking every inch of your pussy and clit while you use only your mouth to suck on my cock.”
“A 69 position, Sir?” I’d never done this before and, truth be told, it scared me. “I’m not sure I can do you justice without the use of my hands. I’ve only sucked on a man’s privates just once and was told I was a disappointment.” I could feel the tears begin to pool around my eyes, recalling how horridly my ex-boyfriend talked to me. He’d called me a waste of his time. I didn’t want to let Master down, not after all he’d given me.
His arms scooped me off the bed and set me on his lap, holding me close to his chest as his hand came up to wipe the tears from my eyes. “Was this the same guy that turned you against sex?”
I nodded.
His hand came up to caress the side of my face as his thumb ran over my lips. ““Sweetness, I don’t expect perfection. I just want to feel your lips on my cock. Under my guidance you’ll learn how I like to be stroked, touched, and sucked by those sweet hands and lips. No one gets it right with their first try, only practice makes perfect. In all likelihood, the loser who’s had you so worked up was probably lousy in bed to begin with and was blaming you for his own shortcomings.”
Silence loomed around us until he asked, “Would you like to try? I only want to push you beyond your comfort zone and show you how amazing you are.”
“Yes, Sir. I’d like to try. I want to pleasure you and make you come. I need to know I can do this.” It was the truth. I needed to push past my hang-ups. My sister, family, and friends were all living their wildest dreams and experiencing the highs of passions, why couldn’t I? I didn’t know what it was about Master, but he seemed to see deep within my soul, knowing exactly what I needed to hear and, more importantly, what I needed to feel and experience.
He moved me to the center of the bed, to give us each plenty of room to stretch out. “Let’s get you into these cuffs. I need you to spread you legs, bend at knees, and hold on to your legs with your hands.”
I did as he asked, so he attached a leather cuff around both of my lower thighs and my wrist on each side. He had me like a turtle on its back—unable to move—and that’s exactly where he wanted me. I was at his mercy, and, at the moment, I didn’t care as long as it brought me further pleasure.
He stepped back, starting to undo the button on his pants. My mouth salivated, and my eyes went wide with anticipation. The outline of his bulge indicated he was big, and I needed to see just how big…but he stopped and reached for the blindfold.
“I’m going to deprive you of your sense of sight, little one. Removing one of your senses will heighten your pleasure, letting you enjoy what I do to your body.” He placed the blindfold over my eyes and lifted my head to tie it.
I tried shifting my head this way and that to avoid the blindfold and argued, “But why? You bring me enough pleasure already.”
A low chuckle escaped his mouth as he held my head in place. “Okay, I’ll admit, I’m a little more endowed than most men and don’t want to scare you with my size. Not yet anyway.”
I stopped resisting the blindfold, allowing him to cover my eyes and plunge me into darkness. I’d observed some scenes in my parents’ club and will admit to watching porn; the size of some of the men’s equipment was quite impressive and a bit intimidating. Could he be as big or bigger? If so, how the hell was I going to fit him in my mouth, let alone my pussy? “Thank you, Sir.” I accepted what he offered me, but I sensed there was something more to his explanation, something he was holding back.
“You’ll see me in time, little one. But for now, I’d rather you focus on giving and receiving pleasure. You need to get out of your mind, listen to my instruction, and let nature guide you.” His fingers swept down from my face to my chest before twisting one of my nipples, causing me to moan.
It was amazing how heightened my sense of hearing had become as a result of the blindfold. I heard his heavy boots drop, one by one, onto the floor. The bed shifted. I could hear the zipper on his pants lower and his sigh of relief to have his member unencumbered.
I sniffed the air and made note of an appealing aroma. Was that his pheromones, maybe pre-cum, or just him? All I knew was that it made me hungry, with my mouth beginning to salivate, anticipating the taste of him.
The bed shifted again as I felt him crawl over me, his knees pressing warmly against my shoulders, while his body heat consumed me. Something warm passed over my lips. “Open up for me, sweetness, and take me into your mouth.”
Trepidation r
an through me as I parted my lips, ready to give this a try. I could sense him holding back and swept my tongue out trying to find him, when I felt a few drops of liquid and licked. The flavor was salty, slightly sweet, and definitely addictive. “That’s it, little one, get used to my taste before I enter your mouth. I want you to crave the flavor of my cock.”
One lick wasn’t enough; I needed another taste and felt his member press gently onto my tongue. I moaned out in pleasure. I’d found my ex-boyfriend’s smell and taste disgusting, making me gag on his dick. With Master, I wanted to take him into my mouth, into my throat, and suck on him like my favorite Popsicle.
“That’s it, sweetness, take the head of my dick into your mouth. Let yourself get used to my size. I know you can do this.” His words were calm and encouraging. He made my body feel alive for the first time in forever.
His arms circled around my legs, pulling them open further, as the warmth of his chest pressed lightly against my stomach. I could feel his breath on my mound, making me squirm.
He swatted at my ass, causing me to freeze. “Stay still, little one. I’m trying to go easy on you. If I need to, I can tie you up to the four corners of the bed, restricting all movement.”
I forced myself to relax, to “take my pleasure”, as he put it. My focus became entirely on tending to his needs while he took care of mine. I felt his fingers part my folds as he blew air over my sensitive clit. I didn’t jump this time, instead hollowing out my cheeks to allow more of him to enter my mouth. “Good, girl.” His praise made me tingle with excitement.
His tongue came out to lick my clit as one of his fingers rimmed the outside of my pussy. Did this man have any idea how well he played my body? Just the one touch started heating my fire, building me up slowly toward another climax and making me moan around his member.
We kept up like this for a few moments before he started to push and pull his cock from my mouth. I let my tongue glide over him as he moved within me, swallowing from time to time to create some suction. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it felt right. Apparently, he’d agreed, as he moaned into my pussy while I devoured him.
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