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Mostly I fuck my subs in my playroom. But sometimes, when I've been working in my study for a while over the weekend when my sub is around, I might call her down to relieve my tension. She will know that if she is called to my study, she is to come in wearing just her panties and kneel beside my desk. When I pause what I'm doing to sit back and nod to her, she is to come between my legs as I sit at my desk, undo my pants and fellate me. I like to be deep throated, and I prefer a sub who is prepared to swallow.
When she is done, she does my pants back up, gets up and returns to her room without ever speaking or looking up at me. Occasionally, I might instruct her to lean over my desk so that I can spank and fuck her hard from behind, if I'm feeling particularly frustrated, if a deal isn't going well.
My sub always does all the cooking and meal preparations over the weekend. Sometimes I might decide to quickly fuck her over the worktop in the kitchen if I feel like it, or maybe instruct her to bend over and hold her ankles so that I can take her that way if I prefer. She will always do exactly as I instruct her immediately and without hesitation, or she knows that I will punish her.
Other than that, fucking of subs takes place in my playroom. Never in my bed, or anywhere in my bedroom.
Until now.
I feel a certain kind of responsibility as Anastasia's first lover, and I don't want her memory of her first time to be in my playroom. Everyone remembers their first time, and it just doesn't seem appropriate. So although I've never had sex in my bedroom before, somehow it seems right that we head there. Okay, I'm not going soft in the head. I don't want to scare her off. This is just a means to an end right, to ensure that Ana ends up as my sub. For this prize, I can adapt and make exceptions. Fucking, making love, or a mixture of both, it all amounts to the same thing in the end doesn't it?
Nothing about this evening is anything like my normal routine. It's not just Ana who is experiencing things for the first time.
We gaze intently into each other's eyes the whole time. Her beautiful blue eyes are shining with desire and excitement, showing me, telling me, that she really wants me. And I have little doubt that my eyes are telling her exactly the same thing.
"You are one brave young woman, I am in awe of you," I whisper as I kiss her and bite that delicious lip. "Please, Ana. Let me make love to you."
"Yes," she whispers, and I'm ecstatic as I lead her into my bedroom, although I can't help noticing that she is shaking with nerves.
"I assume you're not on the Pill?"
By the expression on her face it's apparent she's not. Shit. That means using condoms. I hate condoms, but I never take risks, so there's no alternative apart from sending her away. That's sure as hell not going to happen.
Good job I've got a box of condoms here in my bedroom. I keep a supply so that I've always got some to hand out to Elliot. I worry about him, because he's such an into-the-moment kind of guy that he'll happily fuck any girl he meets, without bothering to check on her sexual health. So far, he's escaped getting anything too serious, or knocking anyone up that we know of, but I know Mom worries about him too, so I try to make sure he's prepared whenever I can. Now it turns out that I'm the one who needs to be prepared.
