Have you ever heardof a person being attracted to someone they don’t know, haven’t seen or haven’t heard for that matter? Sounds fucked up right? Well, it was. Because right now, I was going though those same emotions. Trying to understand what about this girl, lying prone on the bed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth watching me walk away, that had me shutting down the Dom in me. That had me shutting down the urge to inflict pain before pleasure. To fuck hard and faster until she screamed what I wanted.
She’d started strong, fighting me but it was amazing what a little push and pull could do to a pussy. She was young, I could tell, inexperienced. I doubted she’d even been kissed before much less fingered. Yet there was something about her that felt different. I couldn’t understand why when I looked into those sapphire eyes—the very colour I’d prayed for, I got the feeling a one-night stand would never fulfil the strange want that had slivered through me the moment my eyes met hers across the room. Like some mysterious phenomenon had whispered in my ear that she was mine. Somehow still knowing it might plague me for eternity, I had her collared.
When I asked Juliette to bring her down here, my dirty room so to speak, I expected the girl to bang on the door, begging to be released. I’d chosen this room specifically to ramp up the fear factor. It had a cold, dark, dungeon effect. With shackles dangling from the ceilings and attached to the leather table, they were perfect for restraining a reluctant partner and bending their vulnerable bodies to my will. Her exploration of the room instead, surprised me. The more I watched her through the two-way mirror, the deeper the connection grew. Again, how was that possible.
Now, as I stood there debating how far I could push her before she crumbled, my glance fell to the suspended beams. For one unwavering minute, I imagined her bound, yanking on the chained wrists, her body bowed, her legs forced apart on those ‘fuck me heels’ with her delightful pussy on display for me to touch, taste, or fuck any way I wanted. But then if I did, it would be like the same old fucking, no spice, nothing different. And I wanted different. With her. Grabbing what I needed, I walked back to the bed.
“What is that for?” her voice was soft as if fearing she already knew the answer.
A rush of blood slammed my cock at the sight of her doe-eyed look falling to the phallus I held in my hand. “You’ve got two options. Either I get what I want, or you turn me on with this.” I held out the toy.
Her throat bobbed on a swallow. “I must do what?”
When I fucked here, it was always with a consenting playmate. The things we did were either agreed upon beforehand or I took liberties which was usually well-received, even reciprocated. Lately though the experience had started to feel tedious, no spice. I blamed it on the ritual, believing it took away some of the excitement I once craved.
Looking at this girl though, so innocent, yet so feisty as to deny me, I felt the old stirring come back to play. Surprisingly, I didn’t seek the pain element that usually got me off. I wanted this one to be, like I said, different. I craved pleasure—her pleasure. Something I didn’t even think possible in my life. But here I stood, shocked by my actions and loving her reactions.
I moved closer. “I want you to use this and turn me on. Show me what you would do with my cock if I gave it to you.” I held out the phallus. It was no bigger than my two fingers and I knew if she were careful, her virginity would remain intact. For me.
She took it, surprising me. I walked over to the sofa that faced the bed and sat down, watching her. She examined the phallus, her eyes lifting ever so subtly to look my way.
“Stand up,” I ordered. She did. “Take off your clothes.” I heard her tiny gasp, saw her hesitation and felt her fear. “Do it.” I tightened the tone in my voice.
With a grace I was sure she didn’t know she possessed, she began undressing. Her movements shy, slow, indecisive. She undid the ribbon at her nape, untied the laces at the front of her corset then reaching under her arm, slid down the zipper. Her eyes on me, she pealed the garment off her chest and let it floor to the fall. Her ample tits, released from their cage, bounced freely. My cock took note and I spread my thighs giving him the room he deserved.
“Beautiful, my pet.” I expected retaliation, I got surprise instead. Something in that tiny gasp told me this girl was either unaware of her beauty or unaccustomed to being complimented.
Her fingers shaking, she drew down the zipper at the back of her skirt. Sticking two fingers in the waistband, she slowly shimmered out of the garment, letting it slide down her curvy bottom, thick thighs and shapely calves, leaving her in the pantyhose, thong and heels.
My cock kicked hard in my trousers, hissing precum in a rush. “So fucking sexy.” Her mouth curved in a slow smile before her tongue snuck out to lick those plump lips. I ran my hands up and down my thighs, eager to have her ride me while I gripped that beautiful arse and sucked on her succulent, brown nipples. Her fingers moved to the waistband of her pantyhose. “Leave it.” Her hands dropped to her side. “Sit on the edge of the bed and open those legs wide for me.” When she did as I asked, my eyes dropped to her pussy. The stretch of her thighs caused the tiny thong to sink into her folds. “Fuck,” I groaned, wanting to drop her back, bend her body in half and sink my cock into that virgin hole. I clenched my fists, calling on my restraint. “Has anyone touched your pussy, pet?”
“No.”
“Have you played with yourself, made yourself come?”
“No.” she sounded embarrassed.
I smiled. “Use the phallus and play with yourself and I’ll fuck you.”
She picked up the device, eyed it for a second then brought it to her pink lips. Sliding just the tip of hr tongue out, she licked the tip. She giggled discovering the strawberry flavour. Her response made me smile. Satisfied, it wasn’t awful, she closed her eyes, twirled her tongue around the head, giving it a little attention before nibbling up the sides of the shaft. She sucked on just the tip and then in a deliriously unhurried move, she took the length of it, inch by slow fucking inch into her mouth.
“Nice,” I growled my pleasure, imagining those perfect lips wrapped around my cock, swallowing me down.
The toy was slightly long for her, once she was comfortable with length she could take in, she began thrusting it, in and out as if it were a real cock. Soft mewling sounds reached my ears and pricked the man in my pants. I gave him a little rub. Her next move caught me by surprise. Eyes still closed, she dropped her free hand between her thighs and touched her pussy, sliding just one finger, up and down her slit. She moaned around the phallus, keeping my gaze riveted to that spot which grew wetter by the second.
She stopped a moment too soon and removing the dick from her mouth, moved onto her hands and knees. Facing away from me, she spread her legs slightly giving me delicious view of her rounded bottom, the thong lining the crease between. Then she glanced over her shoulder, the catlike mask only adding definition to her position. Holding herself up on one palm, she wrapped her free hand around the shaft before her lips came down on the plastic cock, taking in as much as she could without gagging. Her movements a tad faster, her head moved up and down, slowing every now and then to lick and nibble the head with her teeth.
Admittedly, I was enjoying the unexpected show. Judging by her groans so was she. Unbuckling my belt, I unzipped my pants and with my eyes on her, I drew out my stiff cock. Her eyes immediately dropped watching my hand stroke the most valuable member to this party. She gagged on the tiny cock.
I smiled. “Do it again, pet. Push that cock deeper, let me hear you gag.”
Surprisingly, she did and her choking made me harder. “Good girl.” I squeezed my dick, rubbing the precum over the head and didn’t miss her soft groan. “Do you like that?” She nodded. “Do you want to suck my cock?”
She withdrew the phallus from her mouth, her tongue lapping at the saliva around her lips. My cock ached. Still, I restrained him.
“Show me more, pet.” She laid down on her back, with her side to me. “No. I want to see your pussy,” I ordered. She moved around, with her bent legs now facing me. “Spread those thighs, girl.”
Her legs still bent, she opened her thighs and the sight of her arousal slicking her panty, her thighs had me groaning. I rubbed my cock from head to base. Then she brought the toy to her wet mound, touching it to her pussy, her hips arched up, wrenching a loud moan from her. I wondered just how she would go and yet again, she surprised me. With her free hand, she moved her thong to the side and my cock jerked in my hand at the sight of her beautiful folds.
