My hands shook as I reached for the hem, bunching the red fabric in my fists. I pulled it up over my head, my arms trembling so badly I nearly got tangled in the material. When I finally freed myself, I stood there in just the white lace bra and my panties still tangled around my knees.
“Your breasts look very pretty in that bra,” Mike said, and the warmth in his voice made my stomach flutter despite everything. “Leave your panties exactly where they are. I love the sight of a girl sucking cock with her panties down around her knees.”
I couldn’t look at him. I couldn’t make myself meet those dark eyes that saw too much, knew too much. My gaze fixed on the floor, on my flats, with my panties stretched between my knees, and I felt tears starting at the corners of my eyes. The humiliation was overwhelming—standing here nearly naked, my bottom still burning from the spanking, about to kneel before him and do something I’d hardly even imagined doing for some hypothetical someday husband.
But my vagina clenched hard beneath the seal, and without thinking I squeezed my thighs and my core the way Mike had just taught me. The sensation shot through me like lightning, and I realized with dawning horror that I could come again this way. Just from the lingering soreness of the spanking and the thought of having to kneel before the man who owned my body for all intents and purposes.
“Kneel down between my thighs,” Mike said, spreading his legs wider where he sat. “Open my zipper.”
The room spun as I shuffled forward, my panties restricting my steps. I lowered myself carefully to my knees on the hardwood floor, the position making my burning bottom throb with fresh pain. My hands reached out, trembling so badly I could barely control them, and found the tab of his zipper.
The sound it made as I pulled it down seemed impossibly loud in the quiet apartment. Inside, I could see black y-fronts, expensive-looking fabric that did nothing to hide the huge, hard thing stirring beneath. My breath caught in my throat. I was scared and fascinated and aroused all at once, my sealed pussy clenching rhythmically as I stared at the evidence of his arousal.
“Take it out through the opening in my briefs,” Mike instructed, his voice patient but firm. “Go on, sweetheart. Touch it.”
I whimpered as my fingers found the opening in the soft cotton, trembling as they made contact with hot, rigid flesh. I’d never touched a cock before—had never even seen one in person—and the reality of it was so much more intense than I’d imagined. I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and pulled it free, and then I gasped.
It stood up in front of my face, impossibly large, the head flaring wide and dark. My mouth fell open as I stared at it, my mind going blank with a mixture of terror and fascination.
“It’s too big,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. My free hand flew between my legs, pressing against the seal as if I could somehow protect myself from what I knew was coming. As if I could ward off the defloration that would happen when Mike decided I was ready. “It’s way too big, it won’t?—”
“You’ll learn to love being made to take the cock,” Mike said, and his voice held such certainty that I almost believed him. His hand came to rest on top of my head, fingers threading gently through my hair. “Every girl thinks it’s too big for her at first. But your body was made for this, sweetheart. You’ll stretch. You’ll accommodate me. And you’ll learn to crave it.”
The words sent a fresh wave of heat through my core, and I felt myself clench hard beneath the seal. My hand was still pressed between my legs, and I realized I was squeezing my thighs together, trying to create friction inside the way Mike had just taught me, trying to ease the desperate aching need that had only intensified since he’d made me come over his lap.
“Kiss it,” he commanded softly.
I leaned forward, my lips trembling as they made contact with the broad head of his cock. The skin was softer than I’d expected, hot and smooth against my mouth. I pressed a tentative kiss there, then another, my eyes squeezed shut.
“Good girl. Now open your mouth and lick it.”
I obeyed, my tongue darting out to taste him. The flavor was strange—masculine and slightly salty—but not unpleasant. I licked again, more confidently this time, tracing the ridge where the head met the shaft.
“That’s perfect,” Mike murmured, his fingers tightening slightly in my hair. “Now wrap both hands around the shaft and stroke while you lick. Let me teach you how to pleasure a man properly.”
I released the hand I’d had pressed between my legs and brought it up to join the other. Together they barely circled his girth, and I marveled at the size of him as I began to stroke. Up and down, following the guidance of his hand over mine, learning the rhythm he wanted.
My tongue continued its exploration, licking and kissing, and I felt his cock twitch in my hands. The knowledge that I was doing this to him—that my inexperienced touches were making his body respond—sent a surge of pride through me that I hadn’t expected. I was pleasing him. I was making him feel good.
Without thinking, I found myself squeezing again, down below my belly. My thighs clamped together and my core muscles flexed, and my hips gave a little involuntary buck forward. The sensation was intense even through the seal, and I had to suppress a moan.
Mike’s hand stilled over mine, halting my stroking. “Notice how your hips just moved,” he said, his voice taking on that instructional tone that made my stomach flip.
I froze, my face going nuclear. I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it.
“That’s your body learning how to behave when a man fucks you,” he continued, and the crude word sent a jolt through my core. “Those little thrusts, that rocking motion—that’s exactly what you’ll do when I’m inside you. Your body already knows what it needs.”
The words made me clench so hard I gasped around the head of his cock, which was still pressed against my lips.
“I can see you’re going to be a handful,” Mike said, and I could hear the amusement in his voice now, mixed with something darker. “Now that you know how to masturbate even when you’re sealed.”
My eyes flew up to meet his, mortification flooding through me. His dark gaze held mine, knowing and possessive.
“Suck my cock,” he commanded softly. “Take it into your mouth.”
I obeyed, taking him into my mouth properly for the first time. The thick head stretched my lips wide, and I had to open my jaw much wider than I’d expected. The taste intensified—masculine and foreign. I tried to take him deeper, but there was so much of him, and I didn’t know what I was doing.
“That’s good, sweetheart,” Mike murmured, his hand gentle in my hair. “Just like that.”
