“We are going to go slow”, he said, in that unmistakably masculine voice that just made her catch her breath every time he spoke. “I don’t want to break you on our first night together.” *NO! BREAK ME!* She heard his words, even understood them, but she knew what she could take. And what she wanted. And what she wanted was to be his. Completely. Totally. She wanted to be every fantasy, dream, lustful idea, and dirty thought he had ever had. She was more than prepared to take him to his limits, and maybe even push beyond.
“The first rule I have is that you will wear, or not wear, anything I tell you by the time play begins.” He said. He was seated on his sofa, fully dressed from his day in the office. She had just brought him his preferred bourbon on the rocks, and was now kneeling at his feet, back straight, paying rapt attention to every word he was saying. “The second rule I have is that when you have earned your collar, you must wear it at all times, when at home. If you are very good, I will get you a collar to wear out.” He sipped his bourbon, and watched her. She was slowly trying to grind against the floor, and he could tell she was beginning to get antsy for more IMMEDIATE attention.
“Do you understand my rules so far?” he asked, patiently, calmly. She knew he was clearly ignoring her subtle pleas for something more, and it was only intensifying her desire, but she knew he wanted an answer.
“Yes, sir”, she replied looking him straight in the eye, “I understand.” *Why won’t he just touch me! I know he wants to.* She vowed to not give away her thoughts too much, and she knew he would have her before much longer, so she bit her tongue for the moment.
“The final rule is for me, but you must understand it. You are ultimately the one in charge here. Nothing ever happens without your consent, and nothing continues unless you are enjoying it and want it to continue” his words were striking her like a bell. She had longed for sometime to be his, to submit to him, and here he is, ENSURING she understood that SHE was in control. “So I want you to pick a safe word. Something simple, but unmistakable. Something you will say when you want things to go slower, or stop altogether.” He watched as she chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip. “Some people use yellow to slow down, and red to sto…”
“CARDINAL!” She proclaimed, cutting him off. She watched the smile on his face as she approved her use of a somewhat inside joke between them.
“Cardinal it is, then. Are you ready to stop squirming down there on your knees like a hungry little whore?” He stood up, and put a finger under her chin to tilt her head back. “Arms up!” he said, and as she raised her arms, he reached down and pulled off her t-shirt. “Now, lay back on the ottoman” he said. She stood up and laid across his large leather wrapped ottoman, and felt his hands slide up her legs, fingers hooking the waist band of her panties, and pulling them down swiftly. She looked at him, with a mischievous grin, waiting for him to notice.
“You waxed! When did you find time?” he asked, genuinely and pleasantly surprised.
“Yesterday morning, sir. Just for you. Do you like it?” she asked, coyly, already knowing the answer.
“I do. Very much. I hope you maintain this standard for me, from now on.” He replied.
“Of course, sir. Anything for you.” She answered his not quite a question, just knowing he was already pleased.
He trailed his fingers up her smooth legs, toned from her daily yoga, and barely grazed the lips of her pussy, which was already slick with her own juices. He continued upwards, tracing the swell of her breasts, and drew slow circles around her nipples. She knew he liked to tease, but from all the previous talks they had, she wasn’t quite expecting this level of tenderness and restraint. It was all adding up though, and it all made her want him even more. He ran those fingers up over her delicate collar bone, across her slender neck, and finished by gently caressing her cheek. He leaned in close, and sweetly kissed her on the mouth. Then her cheek. And that is when he whispered in her ear “fuck yourself for me. Make yourself cum for me while I watch.”
He sat back down on the sofa, leaned back, and grabbed his glass. His eyes never left her face though, and she began to touch herself, as she had nearly every day since they first started talking, many times more than once a day. She started slow, with the intention of teasing him, but he spoke suddenly, saying “If you make yourself cum for me, before I finish this drink, I will fuck you. And if you are a very good girl, I will cum in whatever hole you ask me nicely to fill.”
Those words spurred her to action. She wanted him to fuck her so bad, and she knew he was already half finished with his drink, so she went to work. Sliding fingers into wherever she felt one was needed, to both drive him crazy with lust, and to help speed her along to her goal, she furious started rubbing her clit with her other hand. Knowing she was doing this, FINALLY, in front of him just added to the intensity. She loved having his eyes on her body. She loved turning him on. She loved doing anything he had yet asked of her. And she was going to explode for him. And not just because she wanted to feel him inside her, but because she knew, that from this point forward, she would never be the same person she was yesterday.
She was right on the razor’s edge before she remembered to ask “Please sir, may I cum? Please daddy, let me cum!” and when he told her yes, she bucked. Legs spasming as the orgasm washed over her body. It was the most intense orgasm she’d had in years, but as she heard him finally set down his glass, and heard the clink of the ice cubes that announced it was empty, she knew that was just the beginning of things. When he motioned her towards the bedroom, she finally understood what the word “home” meant. And she was there.
This is AMAZING
This is really well written and i like it
So good!
Can’t wait for Lesson Two!!!