𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 •|KTH |• 21+

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 🥀

I placed my hands gently on his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers lightly gliding over his warm skin. As I reached the last button, I gathered my courage and let my hands explore his firm, exposed body. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I felt him tense at my touch. He was incredibly well-built, and I felt a strong desire to see more of him.

As I let the fabric fall from his shoulders, his scent enveloped me even more. He hadn't said a word, which made me think I was on the right track. Right? I then leaned forward, resting my weight on my toes, and wrapped my arms around his neck, intentionally pressing my body against him. It felt like a playful tease, didn't it?

This was reminiscent of what I had seen in those adult films.

I recalled how the women in those videos used their lips and decided to mimic them, placing soft kisses along the side of his neck. I had studied those scenes like they were lessons. His skin radiated warmth, and all I could breathe in was his captivating scent. I trailed wet kisses down his neck, my hands exploring his muscular form. My lips traveled from his chiseled chest to his perfectly sculpted abs. There was nothing soft or gentle about him. Just as I was about to reach for his belt, he suddenly grasped my hair, pulling me up as if I were a mere pet. A whimper escaped me as I felt a few strands tugged free, but his next words sent a chill down my spine.

"You're a virgin, aren't you?"

My body stiffened as my worst fears materialised. How did he know? Was it that obvious?

"H-how did you—"

"Sweetheart, I've been with many women, and not one of them was a virgin," he said, drawing my face dangerously close to his. I could feel his breath on my cheek, his nose brushing against mine. "You think I wouldn't notice someone like you touching me?" he whispered, and I felt myself nearly melt in fear. "The way you touch reveals everything."

I clenched my fists, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Forgive me for being inexperienced," I murmured, lowering my gaze, and I sensed him smirking against my cheekbone. "Get on the bed." He ordered, and I tensed. He was not going to send me away?

He released my hair, and I cautiously made my way to the bed, settling down on my heels with my palms resting on my thighs. This was the only way I had been taught to sit.

"Put your hands in front of you and lean over," he instructed, and the butterflies in my stomach vanished, replaced by a harsh reality check.

I positioned my hands ahead of me and bent forward, arching my back in front of this stranger. I heard a low groan escape his lips as he stepped closer, his warmth enveloping me from behind. "What a lovely sight," he murmured, his finger curling around the delicate fabric that separated us. I gripped the bed sheets tightly as I felt him pull them down my thighs.

"Such a pity," he remarked, causing my brows to furrow beneath the blindfold. Before I could process his words, his hand struck my bare skin with a sharp smack. My body jolted forward, and a small cry slipped from my lips.

Did he— just spank me?

His hand lingered on the spot he had just struck, rubbing it gently before squeezing. "That was for deceiving me," he exhaled. "Do you think you deserve another?" His finger traced along my wet slit, sending shivers through me as I struggled to contain the confusing mix of pain and pleasure.