His Weakness, Her Liberation

Finally, Part One

His rental home was beautiful. As I gave myself a tour of his place, I could feel his eyes watching me. It made me so hot. His demeanor tonight was much different than it was on the phone earlier. He seemed nervous before, now he was calm and confident, even a little cocky. Michael loves to cook and offered to make his famous pasta, so as he cooked, I watched him. The fitted sweater he wore left me in awe of his strong arms and back as he moved around the kitchen. I think me watching him, got him off a little too. By the time dinner was ready, I was half way through a bottle of wine and horny as fuck. I continued watching him as he slurped the pasta through his full lips and into his mouth. I watched him so intently that I never took a bite of my own food. I decided I was going to fuck him tonight. After he finished dinner and I finished off a bottle of pinot noir, we sat on his couch and he turned on the TV.

Before we could even find something to watch, he asked, "Did you come to that bar looking for me last night?" He must have seen me.

I was completely caught off guard. Was he the man singing every word of that song with me? Is that why he asked me over? To confront me? I was so wrapped up in my desire to bone him, that I forgot that was how he lured me over here in the first place, to "talk."

Before I could answer, he said, And don't fucking lie to me." The way he say "fuck" sent shivers down my spine. I shook my head 'yes' in shame and curiosity, wondering what would happen next.

"So you stalking me?" His tone was firm. He'd never talked to me like this and I couldn't tell where this was going, so I kissed him. I straddled him and kissed him hard. I couldn't tell if he was into it until I felt his hands on my hips, drawing them closer to his. He teased me, grabbing my face and pulling it away from his until he was ready to kiss me again. I licked his lip and he bit mine, just enough to make me moan in excitement. He kissed my face as his hands explored my body, like he wanted a preview of what was to come. He moved his warm hands to my face as he kissed and licked my neck. Then he just stopped.

"Get off me," he demanded.

I did as he asked, confused.

"Stand over there." He pointed to the area In front of his chaise. I followed his command.

"Take your clothes off," he barked. I wanted him but I was unsure if I wanted him like this. What was I doing? This was about to be my first sexual encounter since I was a teenager. Was I ready?

"Now," he said, snapping me out of my thoughts. All of my senses heightened and I could hear myself breathing hard out of excitement and fear.

Without thinking, I did what he said. My white lace bralette that had been peaking from under my shirt all night was on full display. I began unbuttoning my pants as I heard Michael say, "Turn around." He wanted to see my ass as I continued to disrobe. As I pulled my pants down, I felt warm, sticky juices run down my leg. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. After I finished his instructions I turned around to see him walking towards me, fully clothed. Something about me being half naked and him still being dressed made me hot. As he approached me, I realized I was excited but nervous, because I slowly inched closer to the wall behind me. Finally my back was flush with the wall and Michael's body was flush with mine. My heart raced and I could hear myself breathing harder by the second. It felt like an eternity as he looked me in my eyes and I waited for his next order. In that moment I knew I would let him do whatever he wanted to do to me. I was the one getting fucked tonight.