by Jamie Knight
I’m not even sure I can take him. He is humongous. That part is scary. But I’m willing to try. I hope against hope that he can get his huge cock into my tiny, virgin pussy hole without hurting me too badly.
"Good girl," he says, as his big cock finally starts to push its way into my pussy, as he’s holding my ass cheek with one hand, squeezing it some, and playing with my clit, making me even wetter for him, and making it easier to open me up more for his big dick.
Those words send a thrill down my spine. I can feel myself stretch wider and wider as he slowly slides inside of me. The sensation is a little unusual at first, but the wetter I become, the better it feels.
He slides slowly, testing my limits and my body. He's teasing me by pulling all the way out, then going all the way back in. I can feel the entire length of him, and I love it.
A quiet moan escapes my lips. I can hear him laugh softly. He starts thrusting a little faster, putting all his hips into it, drilling as far into me as he can go. I love it and I moan again. I’ve heard stories, and I've seen movies, but I never imagined that it would feel as good as this. I don't want him to stop.
"Oh, Ben!' I cry out. “I mean, Sir. That feels so good, Sir. Mmmm. Thank you, Sir. Thank you for fucking me. I’ve been wanting you to take my virginity. Mmmm. Sir.”
I can't help myself. The words are just pouring out of my mouth for him as he fucks my pussy, just like the juices are pouring out of my pussy onto his big cock.
I've never felt anything like this, and I don't want it to end. I put all my weight onto the bed as he goes faster and faster. I can't control myself between moaning and calling out his name.
I can feel my body trembling as I start to cum. I cry out loudly and want to collapse against the bed. I feel strangely weak, yet euphoric at the same time. Suddenly his cock pulses a lot and he grunts, as I feel him cumming in me.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, as he spills his seed into me. “This is amazing. You feel so good. I love fucking you.”
I imagine that I'm seeing stars. I tense as I feel him slide out of me, I'm sore, but it's not painful. It's actually kind of enjoyable, maybe because of what just happened.
"Just… wow," is all I can say, in a breathless voice. I'm too dazed to speak.
"I enjoyed it too," Ben says with a little laugh, as he uncuffs me.
For the first time his serious side is briefly gone. That's surprising to see. I'm unsure of what's going to happen, so I try to stand, but my legs wobble slightly. I put a hand on the bed to steady myself. My leg muscles aren't used to being used like that. Ben puts the handcuffs away.
I want to check out the rest of his house. I'm so curious to know more about him. The parts of the mansion that I have seen are pretty impressive.
Ben disappears into the bathroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and yawn. After all that excitement, I've been overcome by a wave of fatigue. I wonder if that's what usually happens after stuff like this? Probably so.
There's a small part of me that's both excited and shocked. I can't believe I finally did it. My virginity is gone. I still feel like me, though. The unbelievable part is that I got to give it to someone as gorgeous as Ben.
I never thought I would get the interest of a guy like him. He doesn't really strike me as the relationship type of guy, so I'm a little nervous about what is going to happen between us now.
He did say that he was going to take care of me, for the duration of the time that I’m staying with him due to this virus. It's difficult not to be excited thinking about that possibility. It's like all my worry and stress has suddenly disappeared.
At least temporarily.
Who wouldn't be happy about that?
Eventually Ben walks back out of the bathroom. I don't know how I'm supposed to act around him yet. Despite my tiredness, I quickly stand and wait to see what we are going to do next.
He watches me with an expression that I don't understand. It doesn't scare me, but it is a little intimidating. I start to feel embarrassed again and cross my arms over my naked chest.
"Don't do that. You're beautiful," he rebukes me sternly.
I blush and drop my arms. I avoid his gaze for several seconds, because I'm not sure how to respond to his compliments. He doesn't seem like the gushing romantic type; in fact, I think he's the opposite of that.
When I finally look back at him, he's still watching me.
"You look tired," he comments.
Right on cue, I yawn again.
"Maybe a little," I admit softly.
He walks over to the bed and pulls back the covers. He indicates that I should crawl under them. I'm very surprised by his courtesy. I slowly get into the bed and lie down. After all that we have done, it feels good to rest. His bed is so soft and comfortable.
I feel him lying down beside me, then his arms wrapping around me. He pulls me backwards so that I'm snuggled against his chest.
This feels nice, I think to myself.
I start to relax.
I feel his lips against my ear and hear him whisper softly, "You know, I don't normally do this kind of thing with my ‘pets,’ but I already consider you more than just a pet."
He kisses my ear gently, and I happily drift off to sleep.
Chapter 8 - Ben
Samantha has finally fallen asleep. She doesn't move as I slide my arms out from around her body. I'm still careful not to wake her, though, as I slip quietly out of bed.
I pull on my pajamas and noiselessly leave the room. I walk down the hall to my home office, where I flip on the light and sit down in the leather chair at my desk.
Well. Today was certainly an interesting day, I think.
I don’t think either of us was expecting events to happen the way that they did.
My mind is preoccupied with so many things, many of them brand-new feelings that I am now struggling with.
It's frustrating to me, because I’ve never had any of these thoughts or complications before with any of the others. They were all just there to serve my needs. Now I find myself caring about her and wanting to do things for her.
I open my computer and pull some files out of my desk drawer. I need to do work to distract myself from the emotions I'm having. I need to regain control of this situation, but I'm not sure how to.
I know I’m clever enough to come up with a way, but I can't believe how I've been acting with her. Those things that I was saying and doing to her, that isn't like me at all. I tell myself it's just pillow talk. I couldn't possibly have meant any of it. I've never treated any of my other pets like that before. I'm the master; I'm the one who’s always in control.
That's what needs to happen again. I need to get back in control and regain the upper hand. This isn't a relationship. I don't want her to start thinking that it is.
I try to create business plans on how we can be more productive with the company after the quarantine is over, but it's no use. I just can't concentrate no matter how hard I try.
"Aw, to hell with this," I curse.
I slam my computer shut, throw my papers down on the desk and stomp out of the office. The rest of the house is quiet. I go out into the darkened living room and lie down on my spacious couch. I think I have to sleep out here. Sleeping in the same bed with her would mark a level of closeness or intimacy that I can't allow myself to feel with anyone.
I cover myself with the blanket that is draped over the back of the couch. I stare out the large windows, gazing at the moon and the night sky.
"You can't get too close to her. She's just a pet," I tell myself.
I practice shutting off my brain and focusing on nothing else until I am able to finally fall asleep.
Unfortunately, it's a brief and dreamless slumber that just leaves me feeling agitated and restless when I wake. I look around the room and see that it's still dark. A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells me it's just before dawn. I feel like I didn't sleep at all.
I lie
wrapped in the blanket on the couch for a few minutes, but I still feel on edge. I get up and put the blanket back in its place, then stretch and pace the length of the living room.
It's no use.
I want her again.
I walk quietly back into the bedroom, where she is sleeping soundly. I watch her for a few seconds and think again how beautiful she is. Then I have to tell myself not to be so sentimental and soft.
I need to regain control of this situation. I open my dresser drawer and pull out the handcuffs again. She mumbles softly in her sleep as I tie her to the bed. She doesn't wake up though, thanks to how quick I am. I stare at her, admiring my work. I love seeing her like this. I can feel the lust stirring in me again.
I reach back into the drawer and pull out a vibrator. I turn it on for a moment to make sure it still works. I'm satisfied that it does, so I walk back towards her.
She's still naked from our evening together. I pull the covers off of her and crouch at the foot of the bed. I slowly slide the vibrator inside her and turn it on. I listen to the low buzzing sound it makes. I can't help myself. I move it all over her pussy, playing with her.
“Mmmm,” she moans. “Yes. Please, Sir.”
But it seems as if she is still half asleep. She is wanting me to pleasure her in her dreams.
She continues to make noises in her sleep, while nodding and half smiling, but she doesn't wake up. I love this so much. I'm in control. I'm doing what I want to her.
Honestly, though, I kind of miss her being awake. I loved her sounds of pleasure. The knowledge that she was enjoying being with me as much as I was with her gave me such a rush... I stop what I'm doing and shake my head at my thoughts.
There I go, losing control again. I've got to stop thinking like this. I can't keep doing this fucking stuff like I have been or she's going to wind up thinking that we are involved in something serious, when we clearly, definitely, are not.
She is here because I told her to be, not because I can't live without her, I remind myself.
But I know it’s just a lie.
I leave the vibrator inside her and sit on the edge of the bed. The sun is just starting to rise. She should be waking all the way up soon.
I sigh quietly.
Why can't I stop myself from having these strange feelings about her?
For a brief second, I actually wonder what she thinks about me. The moment passes, and I try not to laugh at how ridiculous I'm being. I content myself with waiting for her to wake up so I can continue doing what I want to her. That is why she's here, after all. For no other reason, I keep reminding myself.
But it isn’t working. These stupid feelings keep resurfacing no matter how hard I try to fight them. This is going to give me a headache if I think about it anymore.
Chapter 9 - Samantha
I’ve been having a dream that I’m being pleasured so much I’m in heaven. Something causes me to wake up, though. It's a mixture of pleasure and fear.
I barely open my eyes and try to move. I'm startled when I can't. I look around and see that I'm tied up once more. I can hear a vibrator buzzing inside of me. It feels so good. No wonder I’ve been having great dreams!
The pleasure and desire are definitely winning out over the fear. I still wonder why I am tied up, until I notice Ben sitting on the edge of the bed watching me. Instantly I feel calm. I know he is kinky, but I also know that he won't hurt me.
"Time to wake up," he says playfully.
He gets on the bed and kneels between my legs.
I start to twist and moan as he starts sliding the vibrator from the front to the back of my pussy, and then back again, pushing it in and out of me. What a divine way to wake up. I could get used to being treated like this.
I don't have to beg; he knows what I want and continues to tease me with the vibrator. My juices were flowing instantly. I'm wide awake now and ready to continue what we started last night.
My legs are trembling, and I start to whimper a little. Already I’m hungry for more than this.
“Mmmm,” I moan, my voice quiet but high-pitched, like a little mouse. “Mmm. Master. Give me more. More.”
I’m cumming all over the vibrator, twisting and turning as I fly to the highest heights of pleasure.
"Tell me what you want," Ben commands me.
"I want you, sir!" I cry out. "Fuck me and make me cum, like you’re so good at doing!"
It's true, right now I want nothing but to be with him. But he doesn’t seem ready to indulge me. I think he just liked hearing me beg.
"No, not yet. I have another idea," he says sternly.
I want so badly to feel disappointed, but I can't. The vibrator inside me feels too good. Slowly he pulls it out of me, and then puts it away. I watch him curiously, wondering what he is going to do next.
He turns me over so that I'm face up, but my hands are still tied to the bed. My legs are spread open before him. I'm completely naked, since he pulled all of the blankets off me.
"Now it's my turn to have a little fun with you," he growls, kneeling at the edge of the bed.
I watch in anticipation as his face slides between my thighs.
This is so exciting. I thought I was supposed to be doing things for him, but it seems like he is spoiling me with all of this pleasure.
I shiver as he slowly kisses my pussy. I feel his tongue start to slide all over me. It sends tingles of desire throughout my body.
He takes his time, getting me even wetter and pausing to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moan loudly and pull at the restraints that bind me to the bed.
I want to grab him by the hair and force his face in deeper, but with my arms tied I’m at his mercy. He pauses to look at me and he tells me to behave and stop struggling. This is like torture for me.
As he starts sucking my pussy again, I try not to move so much, but it's extremely difficult. I feel his tongue poke inside of me. I don't know how much longer I can hold back.
"Oh, Ben," I sigh softly.
He likes it when I say his name, I can tell, because he slides his tongue deeper into me and swirls it around. That drives me insane. I was already dripping, and I feel so tight and swollen. I can't hold back any longer.
"Oh, my Ben!" I cry out as I explode into his mouth and face. “Sir. Oh, my God. Sir.”
I suddenly feel as weak and dizzy as I did last night. That's probably because of the way he woke me up this morning. I want to collapse into the pillows, but I'm still tied up.
After Ben wipes his mouth, he unties me, and I lie back against the covers for a few minutes to catch my breath. I try not to think about how I accidentally called him "my" Ben just now. I think he's chosen to ignore that as well, and for that I'm grateful.
I get the feeling that the agreement that we made is not a normal type of relationship.
When I find the energy to stand, I get up and excuse myself to the bathroom.
After freshening up, I stare at myself in the mirror.
What have I gotten myself into?
I have never been the type of person to do these kinds of things, and yet here I am doing them, and actually enjoying them. I never would have thought that I was capable of this.
After a few moments, I walk back into the bedroom. The bed is still in disarray, and I notice that the shackles are still out. I take that to mean he has something else planned.
A shiver of excitement shoots down my spine at that thought. Ben isn't in the room anymore, so I go back to sitting on the bed and waiting for him. I'm no longer scared or worried about anything he wants to do.
Though we may not be starting a normal cuddly relationship, he promised that he would take care of me, and I trust him completely. He seems like the type who sticks by his word, no matter how dominant his personality might be.
That part of him actually attracts me to him even more. I've never met anyone like him before. It's both thrilling and incredible at the same tim
e. You think the things you are going to do will be painful or bad, but they are actually extremely enjoyable. It's crazy to think about it like that, I know, but it’s the truth.
Deep down, I think, Ben must be a good guy. He just has different sexual interests than everyone else. I am definitely ok with that.
I look up, startled from my thoughts as he walks back into the room. I can't help but notice how good-looking he is. My cheeks flush as I remember him telling me the same thing last night. No one has ever complimented me like that before. I’m absolutely smitten with my boss, even though I tell myself not to be.
Chapter 10 - Ben
When I walk back into the room, she is sitting on the bed waiting for me. I can tell from the look on her face that she is expecting more. I'm ready to do more as well. However, this time I feel a little different.
She looks surprised when I reach over and put the handcuffs away. When I turn around, her wide eyes look at me with questions. I'm not sure how to answer them. I decide to be blunt.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass now," I say.
She looks a little hesitant, but nods silently. She turns over onto her stomach, her beautiful, plump ass up in the air, waiting for me.
She braces herself against the pillows, and I take a few moments to admire her curves again. I love staring at her naked figure. I'm already erect and wet. I always am whenever I look at her. There's no denying my attraction for her.
After a few seconds, I ask if she's ready, another thing I have never done before. When she nods yes, I get some lube and rub it into her asshole. With my fingers, I slowly test her tightness, and she grunts.
“Good girl,” I tell her, before gently sliding inside her.
She grimaces and grunts louder, so I stop, with just the head of my cock in her tight little ass hole. Once her breathing returns to a normal rate, I push my cock further into her.
“Mmmm,” she says, after flinching again. “Now that feels good.”
“I thought it would,” I tell her, spanking her ass a little. “You just had to loosen in and let me in, little girl.”
