*Hello! Here’s a little story by special request… I hope you enjoy! Another fantasy of mine.*
She struggled to keep herself steady as she approached the hotel elevator. Her hands shook as she pressed the “up” button, and her throat began to close as she listened to the whirr of the machinery behind the metal doors. They parted, and she stumbled over her shoes as two businessmen stepped around her. Suddenly self-conscious, she gulped as she entered the elevator. The light music did little to calm her. She pushed the button to his floor — 25 — and tried to take in a slow, deep breath. Hurriedly, she checked her appearance within the mirrored box that carried her upwards, smoothing her long brown girls and swiping on a last touch of lip gloss over her rosebud mouth. She straightened her blouse over her sheer pink bra — a little surprise. She hoped he would like it.
*He*. The man she would give her virginity to, who would take her and ravish her just the way she liked… she shivered, and felt her pussy moisten.
All too soon, the elevator dinged and the doors drew open, revealing a carpeted hallway. She didn’t have to check her phone to remember the room number. Frightened and just as excited, she made her way to his room, her brown eyes fixed straight ahead. *There it was*. To her left. Scrounging up her last ounce of courage, she knocked, loudly, against the aged wood.
He did not keep her waiting. The door swung open with a click, and there he stood. Her breath caught. She had seen him before, of course, but never in the flesh. Their past correspondence flew out of her head, and she felt his gaze pierce through her vulnerability. He smiled casually, and stepped to the side to let her in. She dropped her eyes, unable to hide the small smile of anticipation that danced across her face, and ducked under his arm. He towered over her. Once in the room, she stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot and folding her arms over her chest. She heard him close the door, and turned to face him.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
She had imagined this exact moment in her head for a long time. Fantasies and dirty little secrets had raced around in her mind, but now she drew a blank. He cleared his throat.
“Drink?” he asked, crossing the room to the minibar. She nodded, silently, and sank into a hideous armchair, thankful he had been the one to break the silence. Watching him closely as he busied himself pouring two drinks, something dark, and strong, she hoped.
He handed her the drink with a smile that could melt any woman’s heart. His fingers brushed against hers momentarily as she took the glass. She smiled a little, and he laughed gently at her nerves. He sat on the ottoman beneath the bed before her, crossing his legs. She looked up at him through her lashes, thinking of something impressive to say, something sexy, something confident…
“So.”
Mentally, she kicked herself. Lucky for her, he was a good conversationalist, and she watched him smile again.
“So. It’s good to see you,” he said. She glowed a bit, slowly opening up. They made small talk for a bit, the PG-rated kind, asking about the weather and the day so far, and so on. As they both relaxed a bit, she let down her guard and the conversation carried itself. It got flirtier, a little less casual, more intense, as the passion between them ignited into a tangible spark, something right in front of them, something palpable. They leaned into each other naturally — she watched the way his mouth moved when he spoke, he watched her eyes as she smiled — until the moment they kissed. In perfect synchronicity, they stood as their arms entwined, deepening their embrace. He led her to the large bed, crisply made in white sheets, when she noticed the open suitcase on the floor.
Rope, whips, floggers, handcuffs, a spreader bar, a dildo, a vibrator, a plug… *Uh oh.*
He watched her face flicker from fear to apprehension to lust, and he laughed again, pushing her onto her back. He stepped away from her, savoring the sound of the surprised moan that escaped from her lips, as she supported herself on her elbows. He crossed his arms, sitting in the chair still warm from her body, and said simply, “Strip.”
With a soft smile, she rose slowly, taking her time to peel off her top, revealing her hardened nipples. He stifled his moan of approval. She wiggled out of her jeans, her ass almost bare in a matching thong, and he felt himself harden at the sight of the wet spot that adhered the fabric to her shaved pussy. She knew better than to stop, and removed her bra and stepped out of her panties swiftly, fully bare for him.
“Hardly seems fair,” she said in a teasing voice that sent him reeling, eyeing him up and down as his own eyes raked down her body.
“No, it doesn’t.” He stood and grabbed the length of rope from the suitcase, looking at her for silent approval. Slowly, tenderly, he began to wrap the rope around her soft skin and over her full breasts. He listened to her hitched breath, feeling the adrenaline pulse within her. They had discussed this; she wanted this. He lay her on her back, pushing her knees up on either side of her. He tied her hands to the bars at the headboard, spreading her wide for him. Her wet pussy glistened, her little bud swollen in anticipation. The sight took his breath away.
She gasped when she first felt his tongue against her lips. Never had she experienced this before. The sudden wave of pleasure had her moaning as he licked her slit, tasting her for the first time. She writhed beneath his expert tongue as he sucked her sweet clit and thrust his tongue inside her tight pussy. He pinned her down with one strong hand, forcing her to feel the orgasm building up inside her. After less than a few minutes, she came for the first time that night. She arched her back and dug her nails into the sheets, moaning his name as he sent her into ecstasy. He pulled back, licking his lips, as she caught her breath. Before she could say a word, the sudden flip of a switch and a strong buzzing noise filled her head. Without warning, he pressed the wand onto her sensitized clit, eliciting a squeal that he wished he could hear on repeat. With more rope, he tied the vibrator to her thigh, pinning it against her cunt. He turned it up. She let out a long moan, involuntarily, as he dropped his pants and climbed over her, his beautiful cock inches away from her open mouth. She stared him in the eyes, almost challengingly, and took him into her mouth. She moaned around it, like the feeling was just as enjoyable for her. He was patient at first, allowing her to navigate her first blow job. She sucked eagerly, taking him deeper with each breath. He loved her eagerness to please. He had her wrapped around his finger. He began fucking her face lightly as the vibrator pulsed against her clit, stirring up butterflies deep within her stomach. She had never cum like this before.
He sped up as his own precum and spit smeared her painted mouth, and he felt himself against the back of his throat. She gagged a bit, but he didn’t stop, taking her for his own. He forced himself a little more, pushing her a little further, and he felt her whole body shake as she began to cum again. Rock hard now, he pulled out of her mouth, and he caught her look of dismay. He switched off the vibe just as she reached her climax, and she whined. He turned on her, his eyes suddenly steely, and her breath caught. Deftly, he reached for the flogger. She gulped as the thin leather bands cracked in the air, before stinging her pussy, hard. She screamed. “Don’t scream,” he said, with a wicked glint in his eye. Milliseconds after his warning command, he struck her again, harder, evoking another cry of pain. He hit her again, harder. She shouted louder. He hit her harder. And harder, and harder, until red welts rose on her skin and tears stained her face as she tried her hardest to bite her tongue, to keep him happy. He laughed again, the sound a bit different, almost crueler…
She struggled, sobbing now. She had never experienced pain like this. The puddle beneath her betrayed her pain, proving to the world that she was made to be broken by a man.
He continued his assault on her, all too eager to use his instruments of torture on her helpless body. Her muscles roiled beneath her skin as he made bruise after bruise, reveling in her cries. Occasionally, his hands dipped between her thighs, feeling her hardened clit, her sopping cunt… when he looked into her tear-filled eyes, he knew she was more aroused than she could fathom.
Finally, after what felt like hours, he pulled the plug from her virgin ass and untied the ropes that bound her. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled her aching body along the soft sheets, propping her head against a pillow. He held himself above her, watching her shake under his frame… she was so much weaker than him. In an attempt to be generous and kind, he teased her slit with the tip of his cock, spreading her wetness around him. She whimpered, knowing it was finally happening… her first time, and just the way she imagined.
Ever so gently, he slid in an inch, positioned at her small entrance. Again, her breath caught. This man had inflicted so much pain, so much pain, on her… but she wanted him more than he could know. She wrapped her arms around his torso, holding him near as he slid in a bit further, pushing through tight muscle and deep into her in one motion. She was so wet, it was almost easy, but still, the pain caused her to cry out. He shushed her, stroking her hair as she adjusted to him, opening up slowly and relaxing. Her body knew what to do. Desperate to cum as he had made her only a few hours ago, she whispered,
“More.”
Again, he laughed, and pulled out a bit. Her eyes fluttered shut, her back arched a little and she bit her lip against the discomfort. He thrust in again, and she moaned. He felt good, filling her greedy hole more than she ever thought possible. She ground against him, urging him deeper inside. He fucked her then, a little harder, pulling out and thrusting in at the perfect speed. She felt herself close to orgasm again, shockwaves of electricity running up and down her spine. Her eyes rolled back and her body tensed when she suddenly felt his hands around her throat, squeezing just enough. Without any other warning, he tore deeper into her, much faster, much more intense. She gripped the sheets as he gripped her neck, her fear mingling with her arousal. She gushed around him, cumming with an intensity like she had never experienced. He roared as he came inside her, holding himself deep within her as her tight walls milked him for all he was worth. The feeling was unbelievable… she squirted around him, the pressure inside her too much to bear.
He fell to her side, breathing heavily. She had been perfect in every sense of the word. They lie there, panting, amazed at what their bodies had done to each other. She had suffered more pain than she would care to admit, and he had forced it on her. The experience was unmatched.
“So,” she breathed, turning her head to his with an impish smile.
“So,” he said. Their eyes danced as they met, awash in pleasure. He admired her bruises and the handprints on her skin — his markings. She admired them, too, luxuriating in the feeling of the agony and the rapture. When he reached for the ropes, she did not scream.
*I hope you enjoy! (I don’t plan on continuing this story)*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gbb4gi/her_first_time_bdsm_mf