Whatever small talk that was being exchanged between us didn't even register -- just being in his presence had put me in a stupor.
I had never felt this before. I was a proper girl, a virgin. It wasn't a conscious act, but I found myself subtly licking my upper lip.
He took my hand into his and asked, "Would you like to go for a drive, Laura?"
All of my best intentions about "protecting myself" from this type of man instantly went out the window. I nodded, packed up my things, and followed him out the door. He was just that magnetic.
Outside, sitting at the curb, was a silver stretch limo. The driver opened the door, and Scott motioned for me to get in first. Once inside, he asked if I would like a drink, real gentleman-like.
I needed one badly -- what the hell was I doing? -- and sucked down something that might have been whisky. I didn't know, I was a novice at this… at all of this.
I set the glass down, and Scott moved to run his index finger across my lips. I felt myself melt under his touch. An amazing warm sensation began to grow in my pelvis. My senses were heightened, and I was under his spell.
"We're only minutes away now from my house," announced this mysterious man.
Exiting the highway and pulling down a private drive surrounded by eucalyptus trees and jasmine, Scott's "house" appeared on the left side. Sprawled in front of my eyes was a three-story brick mansion. There were more windows than one could count, and as we went through a circular drive to the main entrance, I saw a beautiful green pasture with stallions and painted horses like none I had ever seen.
As the car was stopping, I asked Scott what he did for a living, and he said he was both an "entrepreneur" and "inventor". As we walked through his enormous double-door wooden entryway, he said that he would show me "soon enough", which puzzled me.
I followed him into a cozy den with a fireplace glowing and fully stocked bar. I was still quite taken by his mystery and found myself wanting him to shed his suit -- to lose the layers so I could see his physique.
He had plans for me that I wasn't sure of, but I was willing, and wanting. I had never wanted to give my body to anyone before. Each man that had tried to get me in bed had failed, but this man, this man had me at the first sight of his deep green eyes.
We were sitting on the sofa, having a drink, when he leaned in and started to kiss me. I felt a quiver rush through my body, and I brought my hands up to cradle his head, reflexively. We kissed like this for several moments before he suddenly grabbed my wrists and held them down behind my back, startling me. He whispered into my ear.
"You will do what I say."
I was shocked for a moment, yet I found that his brash and forceful words turned me on. I'd always been the one in control -- I'd never let any guy tell me what to do!
Why here? Why now?
As I asked myself these heavy questions, the man was busy cuffing my wrists. They weren't hard and metal, but rather soft; perhaps leather in some parts?
I started to speak, and he put his finger up to my lips -- speaking now was not acceptable; he'd made that very, very clear.
Scott then asked, "Do you want me to do things to you that you've never felt?"
He smiled at me -- a genuine smile, a handsome smile -- and looked at me deep and long. I hadn't ever felt anything with a man, so this question probed deeper than he even knew.
"You need to trust me and go with it."
That settled it -- I was putty in his hands. He began to loosen his expensive silk tie, saying, "We're going upstairs; I have something very special to show you."
It was done; he'd decided.
He helped me up before covering my eyes with his tie. I felt my nipples harden as he pressed himself against me. The sensations I was feeling in my pussy were new and… wonderful.
He led me about twenty paces through a doorway, and I heard the motor rumblings of an elevator as the door must have closed. He had his own elevator.
It moved very slowly, until I heard him hit a button and we suddenly stopped.
"I want your juices on my face -- I need to taste you now."
He ripped my shirt open and I heard the buttons fall. I gasped.
He grabbed my ebony breasts with his hands, squeezing, hard. I whelped.
"Ouch!" I couldn't help but call out on instinct.
"HUSH!" he exclaimed, revving me more.
My nude bra was now hanging. I felt his mouth on my right breast, first suckling, and then he… bit me!
"Aah!" I exclaimed as the slight pain went to euphoria and he took my dark nipple into his mouth.
The suction was almost frighteningly powerful, but the intermittent flick of his strong tongue over my delicate bud made me moan spontaneously.
He ran his tongue down my stomach, stopping to spend extra time at my navel, and he was in my hole as he penetrated it in and out with his tongue. I had no way to explain what he was doing with his hands on my lower back, my buttocks -- squeezing and controlling at the same time -- pulling me into him.
He then yanked down my slacks without unzipping or even unbuttoning them. One strong, fluid pull and they were down. He got a good look at my lace thong and moaned with acceptance. I found myself throwing my arms over his head, pulling, no, pushing him into me.
He ran his tongue over my thong and grabbed it with his teeth. He pulled it down to my mid thighs, then chomped on it until it was on the ground and totally out of his way.
What happened next I had heard about, read about, seen in movies, but had never experienced. I could feel my back arching against the elevator wall, leaning back into the corner… I was gripping the handrail for dear life.
When he buried his head between my legs, I automatically lifted my right leg and hooked my heel on the handrail. Oh my God.
With every flick of his tongue I felt pleasure run all the way through me; a titillating wave of vibrations locked on. I was humming, then moaning, then screaming as the sensation built an explosion inside me. Then, all at once, I was exhausted and invigorated. I wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I needed more.
Just as I thought he was going to stop his tongue was inside of me, gliding along the bottom part of my canal as a finger pressed upward, gently. That was the first time anything more than a tampon had been inside me. I thought it would hurt, but it didn't. Oh no, it was quite the opposite.
And then he did something to me, pressed on a place that I had never had touched before. With an intense rhythm he kept pressing that place until I was in a frenzy. I felt this build from the tips of my toes, tingling all the way through me, and electrically, synapses everywhere were firing. I was trembling with pleasure, crying out for more, until I felt complete and limp.
With a finger still inside me, he leaned over and must have pressed a button. The elevator was moving again.
When the elevator stopped, he slid his finger from my slit and brought it up to my lips, pressed my lips open, and inserted it so I could taste myself. He was sliding his finger in and out of my mouth, ravishing me with the most unusual sensation I had ever experienced.
At that very moment, he pulled my hands and yanked me out of the elevator. I still couldn't see anything. We walked on what felt like marble under my heels, through a doorway onto a hardwood floor. When we reached another door, he took off my blindfold and said, "Look at my life", motioning around a beautiful Victorian-type room with breathtaking artwork, sculptures and tapestry wall hangings. There was gold leaf trim up to the crown molding, and a fresco on the very high ceiling. And yet, strangely, next to me was a cold steel door. He seemed to be contemplating the blindfold again, but changed his mind.
"Everyone knows me as the man with this life," said Scott, extending his arm and motioning to the lavish room.
"But my greatest invention is through these doors. I have something I feel compelled to share with you. As we walk through this door, though, Laura, there are a few rules, okay?"
I was too curious to say no.
"Okay
," I agreed, not sure at all what I was agreeing to.
"The first rule is that I am your leader, your owner, your master, and you will be my pretty kitten; my good-but-still-naughty little minx. You need to follow all of my instructions, or we'll have to stop."
I nodded.
The man entered a code into the door's keypad. The door opened inward automatically, and contrary to my expectations -- I'm not sure what I was expecting, actually -- it was a smaller receiving room with wooden cabinetry, reclining chairs and a bar tray and fireplace. Without a word, he led me to one of the wooden cabinets.
Opening the eight-foot doors wide, inside was a number of ghastly looking tools, many of them in leather casings, with whips, chains, more handcuffs, and ankle cuffs as well. There were paddles of some sort, and I no longer had to wonder what the rest of the day had in store. The sight of it all and just being in his steely presence made me anxious, but also exhilarated.
He had to get ready, and wanted me to watch -- he undressed completely, hanging his suit on hooks in the room. He slipped into a pair of leather chaps with the ass cut out. A studded collar was on his neck, and a smaller one was in his hand, which I assumed was for me. He had a small ball in his hands for what, I was amiss. A leash came off its hook, and a half-face leather mask.
When he put the mask on, all I could see was his strong jawline and his slender beautiful lips. He then came towards me and fastened the leather spiked collar around my neck, hooking the leash to me. He led me to another metallic door, with yet another keypad.
As the door opened, I could see it was a very different and shocking place. The room looked nearly sterile, except for these ominous gears and tables which all seemed to be controlled by a central panel the man walked to, with me in tow. He pressed some buttons, and things began moving.
To my right, there was a pristine glimmering silver surgical-type table with straps at four corners that came out of the floor. Now I was really kicking myself for what I had gotten myself into.
Some type of swing dropped from the ceiling and moved to its place in the far right corner. A large metallic two-door cabinet was to my left, its lock releasing and doors popping open with the push of a button.
At the far back wall was a four-post bed with some type of rigged leather strapping that had dropped down from the compartment above. It was at that point that I felt a bit of fear for the first time.
I stopped walking forward. Scott continued tugging at my collar, turning back to insist, "In this room, you are my little bitch." Then with a softer voice, "This is my real fortune, Laura; I only want to make you feel good, but pain makes me feel good. The rule is only if we both want it, and if you don't want it, we stop."
With that said, he pulled me into him, and began softly, gently kissing me. Through his soft touch, I quickly cast aside my worries about his kinky interests, and especially my impending involvement in them. I became acutely aware of my own nakedness, as he started to roam my mocha body once again.
The touch of his lips, his tongue, sent me to another plane. The more he tongued me, the more I wanted him. And, shockingly, I knew I wanted him inside me.
He led me over to the metallic cabinet. Inside were only props I'd seen in movies, most of which I didn't even know the name. He took out these two little clamp-like devices and put one each on my nipples. They tickled and made me laugh, which embarrassed me a little, acting like such a childish girl. This man deserved a woman, I could tell.
He tightened the clamps to a pressure strong enough that it hurt a little, but it felt good, too. I soon realized that was his goal: to introduce me to some discomfort, but only enough for me to have a heightened sense of pleasure.
Yes, that had to be it.
There was just something about him, and as the time passed, I grew less afraid, and more excited. I trusted him.
I didn't realize these little nipple clamps had cords coming off of them, which came together in Scott's hand. I saw him roll a dial, and as he did, the clamps began to softly vibrate.
This sensation, totally new to me, was a direct line to my clit. Oooooh.
"I like that," I wanted to tell him.
But I didn't want to give up my secret too soon…
The man then took out the whip-like thing I'd seen earlier. I waited for the strike, but to my surprise, he handed it to me, cuffs and all, and I struck his back, his abs with all the speed and bad intentions I could muster.
His body showed a few red linear welts. I felt bad. That is, until he started moaning as I did it -- his pain threshold was obviously much higher than mine. He was experiencing pleasure from this, no doubt.
He reached back into the cabinet, and I started to wonder if I was going to experience everything in his chamber that night. Instead he brought out just one more thing, then closed the doors.
He'd selected a paddle-like tool that seemed to have many holes in its wide end.
Why and what for? I wondered innocently.
He carried this, the controls to the nipple twisters, and my leash, leading me to the bed at the far end. He kissed me all the way, then lifted me with his already-full hands onto the bed, pushing me onto my back, exposing my nakedness further.
Scott reached into his pocket and took out the key to my cuffs. I thought this is when I would get to touch him, to run my hands down his muscular back and tussle with him. But no.
The cuffs fell off of my wrists, but he immediately pushed me back toward the headboard and brought down the leather straps that had fallen from the ceiling. Each strap perfectly positioned to secure my arms and legs to the posts of the bed while I stayed on my back.
I laid there as he stepped away, went to the cabinet again, and came back with a small box. In this box were red candles.
A nice romantic touch, I thought, and smiled.
Wanting there to be no mistake, he told me firmly, "Don't smile yet, you slut."
And I knew what was next.
He removed a book of matches from the nightstand and took one of the thin red candles out. He lit the candle, and while straddling me, proceeded to drip the wax over my most sensitive places.
I could only writhe, but I didn't dare scream. I had no use of my arms or legs; I was tautly pulled against the bed, and could flail no part of my body.
As he dripped along my neck and abdomen, it stung but wasn't too bad. He then moved to drip the candle around my areola, and the tip of my nipples.
WOW. I was starting to understand why he was doing what he was doing.
It wasn't until a nice, large drop hit my clit that I finally, fully understood the fine line between pain and pleasure. Just seconds after the heat hit my clit, Scott was right there and ready with an ice cube -- my senses were all over the map. The hot sting, the cold sting… I didn't know what to feel, just that it felt GOOD.
I was relieved when he rolled over my clit with the ice between his warm, wet lips. Yes, I could get used to this man.
At this point, I wanted him to fuck me already, but it wasn't my schedule -- I wasn't the one who was in charge. I'd never felt such a burning desire to be fucked before. That was supposed to be reserved for marriage, or at least Mr. Right -- and no man had ever made it that far, to be worthy of that label. If there was anything I knew at that point, I needed him inside me.
What he did next surprised me yet again; he released my ankles and adjusted my hands so they were strapped to the center of the headboard.
What now?
He told me to get up on all fours, so I was able to make somewhat of a prediction on what his next plan was. I thought he was going to enter me from behind, but instead he rolled under me, and we were in sixty-nine.
I was a virgin, but I had given head before, and knew I was good at it. Here was my chance to shine!
I took his whole shaft into my mouth, grazing him ever-so lightly with my teeth on the way up. I could tell he liked that part. Without my hands to play with his balls, this was a new experience for me, for sure.
As I rolled my tongue and sucked his nice long cock, he was nuzzling my clit, flicking it and sucking it while he hummed. No woman would ever need a vibrator again with a mouth like his.
The closer I got to coming, the faster and harder I downed his dick, always with a slight graze of teeth on the upswing -- I could tell he wanted that. In just a few short glorious minutes I was peaking, and he was ready, too.
We came simultaneously. It was a beautiful moment. I swallowed him down, and his cock was still deep in my mouth as I continued breathing deeply through my nose. He was still sucking and flicking my clit, making my body thrash with each stroke. His teasing was getting torturous, and not in the way that made us both come in buckets.
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