Her First BDSM Experience 13

by Nicola Diaz

  “Oh, fucking bitch! I’m about to fill your tight little ass with my spunk and you will like it. Fuck me,” Keegan growled as he slapped the sides of my ass cheeks and came into me. Pounding harder and harder, he lurched forward, dumping everything he had. For a long moment, he grunted and groaned while his cock shot me full. Then, as fast as it happened, he stopped and pulled out quickly.

  He chuckled as he stood back and gawked at my naked behind, and at the juices running down my leg. I whimpered, wanting free.

  “Mmmm,” he said as he slapped my ass one more time before grabbing the keys.

  After unlocking the cuffs, he pulled me to him in a sloppy embrace as his lips landed on mine. He scooped me up and carried me back to the master bath and there we showered like a normal couple.

  THE END

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  Older, Wiser, Risqué

  I didn’t think turning 21 would bring about such changes, but it did. You see, Chad’s best friend Ted had always been the object of my crush. Chad, my older brother, hung around with Ted all through school and even through college. Being Chad got a girlfriend and ran off with her, Ted stayed behind and now he’s looking at me. It’s about time, too.

  “Say, Mara, your 21 now, right?”

  I grinned. “Nice of you to notice, finally,” I said as I poured on the flirt.

  Ted ran his hand over the it to the counter as the thoughts swirled about in his mind. Just out with it, I thought as I watched him. We’ve been flirting heavily for a few weeks now even though he never gave me the time of day before. “So, I was wondering, since you are now the legal age and all, would you like to come out on a date with me?” His face stretched into a toothy grin.

  I shook my head. “I thought you’d never ask. I mean you’ve known me for, what? 10 years now? And I had this silly high school girl crush on you all those years ago and he didn’t give me the time of day. Why now?”

  “Like I said, I’ve never been one to go for jailbait. Yeah, sure, my best friend’s little sister is a cutie and all but until you turned 21, I didn’t allow myself to really get a good look at you. But now I am and I’m liking what I see,” Ted said as he nodded.

  I grinned and nodded with him. “Okay, I’d love to go out with you. I’m just teasing you about the crush and all that. You’re like an old man, anyway,” I said as I laughed.

  “Hey, I’m still under 30,” Ted said as he laughed.

  I dressed in my skinny jeans outfit for our date. It almost been as if we had been dating for a long time but only holding hands. Ted was not the type of man to take no for an answer and I knew that. Chad had told me he had a dark side and one that I may not want to know when I had revealed to him a year ago that had a crush on him. After prompting him to find out more, he said that Ted was into a little more on the risqué manner. That’s all he told me, but I figured it had to do with chains and whips. It didn’t bother me, because Ted’s not the type to brutally hurt someone.

  The whistle emitted from his lips when he laid eyes on me. The waist of the skinny jeans didn’t meet with the bottom of the top I wore. My body looked great in this as my clothes accentuated my curves just right. The high-heeled boots set off the outfit and I was ready to head to the club. I peered at Ted, as he was dressed in a pair of jeans that fit him very well. “Not so bad yourself, Mr. Ted.” I smiled at him as I ran my hand over his shoulder while lifting my brow, showing him that I was very interested.

  I loved the way the man worked. He had a good job and knew how to treat a lady very well. He treated me to the most expensive steak dinner on the menu, and the best red wine to boot. Afterward, he lifted his eyes to me and stood and held out his hand and pulled me to the dance floor. The country-western band was playing a kick-ass tune and the two of us made a show of ourselves as we moved our bodies to the beat.

  “You’re in great shape for an old man,” I said as I laughed.

  The band toned it down to a slow song and Ted lifted his brow at me as he pulled me to him. “I’ll show you an old man,” he said. He leaned in and his lips pressed against me as his tongue parted between mine. I melted into the man, warming greatly at his touch as my hands came up and cupped his face.

  That only sparked our passions as afterward we went to my place and made out on my sofa. Doing more than merely making out like we were in high school, he never tried to get any further than that. I didn’t mind, for it was building up to a proper relationship. And so are dates happened. We went out, enjoying each other. The most we did was oral and a lot of hand groping. And one time I dared to broach the subject Chad had warned me about.

  We were walking along the beach the lake after dark. The moon was at a sliver, a quarter, and there was barely enough light to see the path ahead of us. The water gently lapped at the shore, the smell of fish and fresh water wafted in the air. He slung my hand as we moved along in the warm sand feeling it squish between our toes.

  “Ted, I have something to ask you. Chad warned me that you had a dark side to you, and I wasn’t quite sure what he meant. He never elaborated about it, but I haven’t seen a dark side in you. Is there something you need to tell me?” I looked up at him, but I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me. But when he sighed, contentedly, I knew he had a smile on his face.

  “What if I told you there is a dark side to me? It’s not really a dark side, it’s just a part of me that is different from a lot of other men. I try not to scare people away with it with my dates. I try to wait and see if she may be open to it, that’s what I’m trying to see with you,” he said.

  “I think I am. I think I’m curious enough to want to know more. You and I have been dating for as little over two months now. Perhaps it’s time we try to see if were as compatible as you help,” I said.

  “Good, let’s head back to my house. I have a bottle of red wine chilling and I would like to get to know you better in this respect. Talk more about it as we go,” he said.

  Ted poured the red wine into the wine glass as his eyes gazed at me and the grin stretched across his face. I smiled back because I sure loved having the older man’s attention. Well, I say older but he’s only eight years older than me and not that bad. We had gone out for two months and it had been movies, skating, walks around the mall, and even a barbecue with some friends. We had yet to have any alone time other than quickie make out sessions.

  Ted settled in the seat beside me as he handed me the wine glass. “Cheers! To a beautiful lady and a beautiful evening,” he said as he clinked his glass against mine.

  I took a sip of the wine and kept my eyes on Ted. When I set the glass down after taking another set I smiled into his face. “It took you long enough to get to this point with me. How come? I asked.

  Ted chuckled. “Isn’t it obvious? I don’t date jailbait.”

  “But I haven’t been jailbait for three years. Still, you waited,” I said as I grabbed the glass and took another step. I must admit drinking the wine help me to be calm and relaxed.

  “Your 21 now and that’s perfect. I’m 29 and I just didn’t think it looked right for a 27-year-old to be dating a 19-year-old or even a 28-year-old dating a 20-year-old. It just looks better now. I never want there to be any question as to me taking advantage of you, especially by Chad.”

  This time I laughed. “Chad is with Sarah and trust me, they’re so into eac
h other they don’t notice what else is going on,” I said.

  Ted joined me in the laugh. “Yep, I know what you mean.”

  He grabbed a glass of wine from my hand and gently set it on the table. He leaned in as his hands cupped my face and pressed against mine. I couldn’t take it any longer. I have wanted him for a long time. I aimed to show him I meant business. I encircled my arms around his neck and leaned in with my body against his as I opened my lips to his mouth allowing his tongue to prod within. Our kiss burned hot and passionate just like I’d hoped it would. He groaned as his hand lifted me on my bottom and pulled me up on him onto his lap.

  I squirmed and giggled as his hands roamed over my body his fingers brushing against my heart and tweaking me just right sparking the pleasure to pull between my legs. I let my hand slide down his chest and down his belly and onto his bulging package between his legs. He groaned as I kissed him and allowed my lips to trail down his neck. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and pulled it back and reared back while looking into my eyes.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this? I can be kind of rough when it comes to lovemaking. I’m not like most guys. I have desires that go beyond. I don’t want to scare you off, but if you’re not open to exploring some possibilities here, I suggest you leave now.”

  I furrowed my brow at him. This was a little bit of a shock I really wasn’t sure what he meant. “Can you give me a little hint about what you mean here?”

  “Let’s just say, I’m into domination. I like to dominate my woman and I like her to experience things in my hands. I guess some people call it S and M.”

  “Oh, you mean you want to inflict pain on me?” I peered at him wondering if he really wanted to hurt me.

  “It’s all in good fun and play. Rough play, yes. A little pain, yes. We can have a safe word if you want me to stop. It can be any word you want. I just enjoy doing this and being our first time, I’d really like it to work me up. If you let me do this maybe you discover you like it to,” he said.

  I trembled because I’m not one that really likes pain. But then too, I’ve never tried anything like this and the thought of it intrigued me. “I’m not sure how I feel about pain. I’ve never really done anything like this, and it scares me.”

  “I promise not to bruise you or to maim you. It’s all in good fun. And yes, it’s a little painful at times but it’s also very erotic and pleasurable. I always make sure my lady goes first,” Ted said as he leaned to me.

  I nodded and smiled as I sat up. I gulped hard as he stood and held out his hand for me to follow him into his bedroom. This would be a whole new thing for me, but I was so into Ted, I was willing to try anything to keep him happy. I suppose if it didn’t work out, I could utter the safe word and leave and that would be that.

  “How about lemonade?” I smiled as he shot me a confused look.

  “Oh, you mean for the safe word. Sure, lemonade. Say it and I stop, cold,” he said.

  He pulled a suitcase from his closet and laid it open on the bed. Inside he had a pot with a cord and a blindfold. He grinned as he held up the items. “Last chance to back out,” he said.

  “What’s in the pot?”

  The wicked chuckle told me I really didn’t want to know. He bent down and plugged it in and turned the knob to high. I gulped. “Hot wax.”

  “Won’t that burn and blister?”

  “Eh, not really. Redden the skin a bit, but nothing of major damage. Haven’t you ever played with a melted candle? Dipped your finger in the hot wax? Intriguing,” he said.

  I nodded. I had. And it burned a little, but nothing major. But where will he put that stuff? He pitched the blindfold to me.

  “Time to do this,” he said as he grinned and watched as I started to undress. “Here, let me help.” He came to me and gruffly threw me on the bed, his hands working in a frenzy, ripping at my clothes, tearing them from my body. “What? You don’t like this?”

  I shook my head. “No, you need to do it too,” I said.

  He came out of his clothes faster than a flash of lightning. I gulped bigger when I saw his raging hardon.

  “Okay, time for this,” he said as he handed the blindfold to me. I gingerly tied it around my head.

  “Now, I’m going to tie your hands and feet with silk scarves. It won’t be tight, if you try too hard, you’ll come loose. I won’t bind you too much the first time.” He tied my hands and feet to the bed posts. I felt utterly exposed. I flinched when I heard the little spoon scraping through the wax pot.

  “Nice and steamy,” he said. “What’s the safe word?”

  “Lemonade,” I said.

  “Okay. I won’t stop if you cry or scream but only if you say lemonade,” he said.

  “Okay, I’m ready. Do it.” I tensed my body, wondering how this was going to work.

  Before Ted started with the hot wax, he bent to me and kissed me starting at the neck while lying on me with all his weight. When his tongue hit the hard nubs on my chest, he swirled it roughly as his hand grasped the other breast and tweaked the nip. I moaned as he stayed in that spot for just a second. He moved down and his fingertips brushed through the soft folds between my legs. I couldn’t open them any wider because he had me bound with the silk scarves. When he lifted, I knew it was coming.

  The next second I felt hot wax rolling down my left. It stung at first, but it felt erotically good. He chuckled when he saw my reaction.

  “Not bad, eh?”

  I didn’t say anything that as I simply moaned. After the wax dried, he pinched my nipples between his fingers and cracked and peeled it off just barely pulling the skin and giving a sensation that sparked pleasure between my legs. I couldn’t believe how good the hot wax felt good. The next second I felt his fingers parting the soft folds of my muff. When the hot wax hit, I flinched, but I didn’t utter a word. Instead I let it flow through the soft folds and the next second, it hardened. He dribbled it more directly onto my clit and that, ironically, felt wonderful. I moaned again as he pinched it between his fingers to crack the hardened wax. My hips ground to the bed as the pleasure surmounted over me.

  Before I came, Ted pulled back and drizzled the hot wax over my nipples and across my chest. When the hot wax hit my skin, it stung and I cried with a short burst of pain, but I didn’t utter the safe work. He moved on and drizzled hot wax through my slit, as it coated my clit and ran down through the hole, and onto my anus. He did it all over again, drizzling hot wax over my chest and my mounds. I moaned in anticipation wanting relief.

  As soon as the wax cooled Ted roughly tweaked my nipples, cracking the wax and peeling it back and he kept going on my nipples. His head rested between my legs and I felt the warmth of his mouth over my clit. He bit the hard wax from my clit and nipped into it, swirling his tongue hard. I ground my hips into the bed as the pleasure crashed over me again. He roughly took his time as he allowed me to come. I bucked up and down and yelled out.

  “Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard,” I yelled.

  Before I came down from the powerful orgasm, Ted came on the bed and crawled up between my legs. With his cock in his hand, he rubbed it forcefully through my slit, focusing on my clit again. It was so sensitive I screamed.

  “Please, stop. Just fuck me,” I begged.

  “When you come again,” Ted said gruffly.

  He kept swirling his cock over my clit until the second orgasm crashed over my body as my pelvis shuddered into a great quake. While I was crashing with pleasure, he penetrated through my hole shoving wax to the side and pumped hard into me. He groaned and lurched forward slamming in and out of me while I was still tied to the bed and unable to move other than to grind my pelvis into him. His hands caressed my nipples again and tweaked them as he leaned forward and sawed his cock against my clit as he fucked my pussy. A third orgasm came on me and at the same time he yelped in pleasure.

  “Oh, fucking bitch. You’re so fucking tight. Take all I have,” Ted said as he pumped me full of his man sauce. Finally, he slowed
down and stopped his moves as the both of us simply breathed just trying to catch our breath after the massive foreplay and sex.

  When Ted untied the silk scarves and I removed my blindfold, I eyed the hot wax pot. “Your turn,” I said wickedly as I advanced on him.

  THE END

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