Bdsm Virgin

Part 3-Deeper and Harder

Falling asleep in Jeff's arms just felt right. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was. Just staring.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I shifted to rise. His right arm was wrapped around me tightly, and his left arm held me firmly in my position. Surprised, I wriggled a little harder.

"No, Chance. Not until you let me kiss you."

His lips met my forehead with a sweet soft kiss. As he relaxed his grip, he smiled, "There, just a small lesson of Domination. Now you can get up."

I must have scowled. How dare he tell me when I can and can't get up! Who does he think he is?

He simply laughed.

As I searched the bathroom for something to use to brush my teeth, he called out, "Chance, look in the medicine cabinet. There's a new toothbrush there and plenty of toothpaste. Hurry and get your ass back in here."

"Whatever!" I answered him with a gruff tone. He was not my boss. No one tells me what to do. Chance! You told him you wanted him to take control, remember?

Sighing, I finished in the bathroom and strolled back into his bedroom. He watched me intently. If I had dressed, his eyes would have stripped any clothes off with his gaze. "Come 'ere!"

"And if I say no?"

"Well, there's no contract between us except for implied consent, so I suppose nothing."

Winking, Jeff patted the bed beside him.

"Now, please come over here." His eyes were taking me in as he smiled. I looked around nervously for some sort of cover – a t-shirt, a shirt, a bathrobe.

With a slight laugh, he rose and strode the few steps to his dresser, opened a drawer, and tossed a t-shirt over to me.

"Thank you." As I pulled the t-shirt over my head, I realized that it reached passed my hips. I smiled at him gratefully. Jeff just snickered to himself.

"What?" I arched my brows at him. He simply smiled and chuckled.

"Chance, I have already seen every part of you. There is nothing more you can hide, nor do you need to. Why are women so afraid to show their bodies?"

Picking up his cue, and feeling brave, I retorted back to him. "Why? Try being told by society that the only beautiful and valuable woman is thin, muscular, and hot. Then come ask me why."

Again, he simply smiled, rose from his bed, and crossed to me taking my hands in his and kissing them gently.

"Sweetheart, you have nothing to prove to me. I look at you, and I see beauty inside and out. You just don't realize yet just how beautiful you are and how incredibly wonderful you are. Now, come over here so we can talk. Standing there like that is very distracting."

As I sat on the bed beside him, it was difficult to concentrate. His strength and power radiated from him, and he was so hot sitting there fully exposed. I noticed a little twitch in his manhood as he sat watching me.

"What would you like to know, my girl?"

My girl? From him, it sounded sensual and loving. Anyone else would have received a resounding slap to the face. The contract, silly. Ask him about the contract.

I took a deep breath and stuttered my question. "Y-y-y-you said something about a contract? What did you mean?"

Reaching for my free hand, he wrapped his fingers around mine and peered into my eyes. I wanted to look away, but just could not. The look on his face was filled with a tenderness that I did not expect, and somewhere from deep inside, I knew that I trusted him implicitly.

I gazed back at him.

He looked at me deeper. It seemed he was boring into my soul with his eyes, but I did not waver.