Bdsm Virgin

Part 4.7

I can only say that, I was freer than I have ever felt; I sought to show him how much I desired him, and in some strange way, I required him to be pleased more than I. In fact, truth be told, the thought of pleasing him brought me a distinct sense of happiness and fulfilment – pleasure.

This afternoon entering his house was different. Both of us were silent, and yet volumes were spoken in the waves of sexual tension we both recognized. I followed him to his bedroom. He turned to me with burning need. Kicking the door shut, he pushed me against the cold wood and crushed my lips with his.

I gasped and relaxed under his touch. He lifted my shirt from my hips and over my head in one movement. His fingers were hungry on my skin, devouring every inch of me. I moaned and wrapped my arms tighter around his neck.

Stepping away slightly, he took my arms and held them behind me. He gazed deeply into my eyes. It was as if he could read every thought in my head. Holding my wrists behind me with one hand, he reached the other down my jeans unsnapping and unzipping them with fervor.

He released my arms long enough for me to strip off my jeans and underwear. I stood in front of him naked and vulnerable, nipples taut and juices gathering in my lower regions. A slight trickle slid down my inner thighs. He simply nodded toward the floor, and I knelt suddenly.

God, help me! I am submitting to him. I want this.

"I know you do, Baby Girl." I glanced up, startled. He simply smiled and lifted me up to my feet.

His tongue pushing between my lips, his arousal obvious touching my stomach, hot, molten lava rose up in my core adding to the flame from his touch.

"May I?" I reached for his crotch.

"Yes, you may, Baby Girl."

I knelt before him as he watched me intently. I unzipped his pants and removed his member from its constraints. He reached down and jerked his jeans off tossing them in a heap with my clothes. I took him fully in my mouth and hungrily licked and played him with my tongue, sucking each drop that was forming from his tip.

He pushed me away hurriedly and lifted me onto his hips. I surrounded his waist with my legs as he pushed inside of me. The door was firmly at my back, and he held me tight there with hands on each of my butt cheeks. His breadth filled me, and I ached to have him go deeper.

Not missing a beat, he plunged farther in. I arched as I edged closer to orgasm.

Just as quickly as he started, he drew away. "No, Baby Girl. Not yet."

I whimpered and urgently tugged him toward me. He carried me, or rather I rode him, to the bed. Lowering me onto the bed, he unfolded my legs from around him.

Watching me intently, he just stood there. I was in a fevered pitch by then, and could not help but to insert my own fingers into my wet folds and swirl my thumb on my swollen bud. I had never self-pleasured in front of anyone, but I craved him to see me. I yearned for him to enjoy what I offered.

He watched for a brief moment and withdrew my hand. I whimpered. Reaching frantically for him, I felt disappointment that I couldn't find release. "Not yet, Chance. Not until I say so."

I reached for my lower regions again, intent on coming. He grabbed my arms. "I said, no, Chance."

Like a bitch in heat, only one focus was on my mind, and I would not be denied. Jeff swirled me in bed so that my feet were facing the footboard. Straddling my hips, he reached for wrists and held them tight, binding them with a rope. I had no idea where they came from, nor did I care.

I coveted him. His hardness was touching my mound and I sensed him twitching as his arousal increased. I gyrated and bucked my hips to give him access, but he held firm.