The Uber driver brings his eyes to the front, asking where we’re headed.
Paul answers that we’re heading back to the Aspen ski lodge and resort, and that alone is enough to get me feeling things. Noticing the wetness, I feel in my panties, and along the inside of my thighs. I hadn’t noticed while I was on stage, but I guess the bidding turned me on more than I realized. Especially Paul’s moment of victory.
For the first minute or two of the car ride, all Paul and I do is gaze at each other. Exchange smiles. It isn’t until Paul has the driver turn up some smooth jazz and more heat, that he starts a conversation.
“I don’t usually listen to jazz,” he tells me. “But I recently found out it can be quite soothing.”
I laugh, thinking that his words sound very soothing to me.
“I’m glad that I got to see you again,” he says. His lips curl into a handsome, devilish grin. “When your friend said no, I was afraid I was cockblocked for good.” His eyes twinkle, and I can almost feel the twitch of his cock through my fingertips, as if I’m already holding it. “But you proved me wrong. And to see you on stage?” He lets out a breath of air. “What can I say?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “I still can’t believe I went and did something like that.”
Paul chuckles with me. “When I first met you, I thought you might be too shy,” he whispers, tracing a finger down one of my hands. The gesture thrills me and comforts me at the same time. It’s as if somehow we’ve always been like this, even though we didn’t know each other existed until tonight. “But I’m glad to know that my million-dollar lady has a bit of feistiness to her,” he adds, moving his finger from my hand, down to my leg. Feeling the tremble that goes through it, he hums. “It’s going to make devouring, dominating and doing whatever I want to you tonight that much more fun.”
Those words land in my ear like hot candy. Cinnamon and chocolate melted together.
“Well, then I look forward to being under your complete and total control, Mr. Millionaire,” I say. I’m not usually so forward with people I just met. Particularly men, but I don’t feel nervous around him. Excited, sure. But how could I not be?
He clears his throat a bit when I say “millionaire,” as if signaling that he is much richer than that. My panties get even wetter and I decide to continue flirting with him.
“I’m sure you’ll know exactly what to do with all of my”— I fight to keep a wicked smile from my face and lose—“virgin territory?”
Briefly, I wonder when I became so fond of innuendo. I also briefly worry about what Mom would say or think about that.
But Paul leans closer to me and erases all of that. “I like the skiing analogy. That’s a nice touch. But, don’t worry, baby.” Maybe it’s just the passing streetlights or the glare from the snow, but Paul’s eyes appear more golden for a brief moment. More faceted, as if he really is a big cat hiding in a human frame. “I know exactly what I’m going to do with all of you. Every inch of you is going to be explored. Mapped out by my fingers. Tasted by my tongue, come morning.” He emphasizes “come,” and I know I’ll be doing that until the wee morning hours.
“I am happily yours to enjoy and use to the fullest,” I say, thinking how amazing it is that he’s a millionaire, at least. He certainly doesn’t carry himself like it.
“Oh, you’re going to be full all right,” he says, as I see the resort comes into view. “Just wait till I get you back to my room.”
Short, strong pulses go through my pussy, and shock their way deep into my lips and clit.
“You’re going to be filled and crammed and stuffed,” he promises under his breath. He nibbles at my ear. “You’re not even going to remember what it’s like to be empty, when I’m done with you.”
As the car finally comes to a stop right outside the lodge, I have no doubt about that. I also have no doubt that if I don’t get out of the car, I’m going to want him to take me in the backseat of this car. As I climb out, I see Paul feels the same way. Hunger dances in his eyes, but he’s waiting to get me alone. Cornered in his room, before pouncing.
Jaguars are skilled like that.
***
To my delight, the moment we get to Paul’s room and he shuts the door, I’m overtaken. First by his hands as he grabs me by the hips. Then the waist and breasts.
At each place he grabs, he undresses. Strips me bear. He does so with a crackle and a spark in his movements.
“I love what you’re wearing,” he says. “You look better in casual ski clothes than those other girls did in their fine evening attire.”
As he talks, his hands continue to work. They’re fast. Precise. Hot, and that only makes the air around me feel colder and more charged, like it’s been whipped up by an invisible lightning.
In no time at all, he has all of me naked and exposed. Instinctually, I go to cover myself up, but he slaps my hand away, and then slaps the part I tried to cover. First my breasts and then my pussy. The way he slaps me isn’t hard, but it’s demanding. Dominant. “Hands off,” he says. “You’re blocking my view. I need your full body exposed to me at all times.”
Obediently, I bring my hands to my sides and keeping them there. My pussy clenches as I see him staring at it, and then up at my nipples that are standing on edge for him. He takes in my entire naked body and nods approvingly.
“Good girl,” he says, and bites each breast, taking time to suck on the nipples. The movement is quick. Decisive. Enough to make me feel the shock of his sudden presence, but not enough for pleasure. Not yet. He is going to make me wait for it, and I love it.
“You are mine to do with as I please,” he purrs, walking me to the bed, and pushing me down on it. “That means you have no control from this point on. If I’m right, tell me ‘yes, sir.’”
“Yes, sir,” I agree.
Magically, it seems, he’s produced soft but sturdy leather or velvet ties from somewhere in his clothes, or from a drawer. I don’t know where exactly, and I don’t care. My pussy is quaking with so much excitement, I can barely pay attention to what he’s saying.
For a moment, Paul doesn’t speak. He just works quickly, fastening one end of the soft ties to my wrists, and the other to the bed posts. To my surprise, I’m not scared of being tied up. If anything, I’m more turned on. As it is, I can feel my pussy lips and hair getting wet. Goopy, and he hasn’t even touched me for real yet.
“I love your curves and your hourglass shape,” Paul says, looking me up and down as he ties me up, and making me decide to give up dieting once and for all. I’d always suspected that my curves were a bit sexy, and now I have confirmation.
Paul gives the ties a test. Pulls on them, to see if they fail him. They don’t. They remain strong, even after a few short and quick snaps.
He then crawls onto the bed. He crawls up toward my legs, which are now shaking from cold and excitement. His movements are calculated. Silky. Smooth. Exactly like that of the big jungle cat I’ve been comparing him to all this time. Even his serious, calculating expression reminds me of something a Jaguar would wear if he were human.
“Open your legs,” he commands.
Instantly, I obey him. I pull apart my legs, ignoring the brief feelings of shame and embarrassment I have. Before long, I’m enjoying them. Reveling in them.
But it seems I haven’t done a good enough job. Because Paul moves closer, and pushes open my legs farther. He does so as if I’m deliberately not following directions. But instead of anger, the motion is more about impressing me, drowning me in his powerful aura, and it works.
“I need your legs open all the way,” he says. “I need you to give all of yourself to me at all times, in order for this to work well.”
“Yes, sir,” I say instinctively, loving the way he takes charge.
“I’m not going to take your virginity right here and now, Mariah.” As he speaks, he moves closer, begins to move his head lower. “I’m going to work you up first. Drive you crazy, so that you’ll be begging
me to put my cock in you, got it?”
I nod, hearing and feeling my arms tightening with excitement against the restraints.
He spanks my bare ass, as a reminder that I haven’t said the magic words.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him. “You can do to me as you please.”
“Good.” With that, he goes down on my pussy. The moment his lips touch down, it’s like I’ve been ambushed by a pack of vibrators. The feeling of his lips and tongue as they devour and taste every inch of my lips and hood is maddening. To add to the madness, he flicks my clit with his wet, soft tongue every few seconds. Just enough to make me feel the tingle, but not enough to build up the pressure.
At least, that’s the way it begins.
Very quickly, he moves his attention away from my lips, and directly to the base of my clit and then its body. He starts out with slow, deliberate licks.
I moan deeply under these. I arch back, feeling him move from one side of my clit to the other. Every flick of his tongue is slow, but hard. Hot and heavy, despite the wetness of his mouth.
Within seconds I’m dizzy and addicted. And that’s before he increases the speed.
He does that moments later, after I moan at him again. After I rattle in my velvet chains.
The increased speed of his tongue comes down on my clit like a massager on steroids. It’s quick. Almost buzzing, but with a hint of softness. Like getting petted by a set of bees’ wings. As his tongue darts in and around every part of my big, quickly-engorging clit, I realize I’ve begun to yelp. Scream. Fidget.
I feel completely exposed, with my pussy spread open wide for him and his tongue going down on me. I arch my back more, feeding him my pussy, begging him to keep eating it, keep sucking on it, keep making it feel so much better than I’ve ever been able to make it feel myself. This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for, fantasizing about, wanting.
Paul presses his hands into my hips in response, deciding to start sucking my clit head on. He tightens his lips to just the right size for my little bead, and goes to work. I start moaning and screaming all over again, but softly. By the weight he’s putting into my legs and keeping them splayed open, he wants me to sing for him, but more quietly.
I obey, feeling like I have galaxies swirling above my head. I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my life. I never thought it was physically possible, and with just the use of a mouth.
But as quickly as it comes on, Paul’s frenzied eating out of my pussy comes to a stop.
I gasp and pant, starting to beg him.
“Please don’t stop, sir,” I say. “Please. I’m so close.”
“You’re so close to what?” he asks, clearly enjoying the torture.
“I’m so close to coming all over your face,” I tell him. “To having the best orgasm of my life.”
“That’s a good little girl. Tell me all the things you’re feeling. Beg me to make you feel even better. I’ll let you cum, but not yet,” says Paul. Looking at him through bleary, happy eyes, I see that he is pulling off his own clothes. First his pants and underwear, followed by his shirt and suit jacket.
Underneath all that eveningwear, I see something I love more than his handsome face and perfect hair: tattoos all over his upper body, and a muscled chest and stomach. He has hard, strong pecs, and six pack abs. He is truly the man of my dreams.
Down from there, it only gets better: his cock is just as big, if not bigger, than what I fantasized. And it’s getting harder by the second.
I’m beginning to wonder if I can take all of it. In my mouth? In my pussy? Where else might he want to put it?
I think about him stretching my pussy open to take me for my very first time. Maybe he’ll want to see if my ass hole can stretch that wide open for his huge cock too. I highly doubt it can, and I hope he won’t be disappointed.
But more than anything I want his mouth back on me. His cock in me. Doing what he wants to me. Taking me for my very first time. And, from the look in his green eyes, not to mention how hard and big his cock is when he’s looking at my naked body just now, I can tell he wants that, too.
Chapter 12 – Paul
Hot damn. My balls throb as I take in all of Mariah. Lying on the bed as she is with her wrists tied to the bed, her breasts and nipples out and ready for the taking, I’m surprised how quickly I’ve gotten stiff.
Just thinking about sucking those cranberry-red nipples has my exposed cock straining to meet her. Dying for a touch of her pubic hair, a taste of her insides. I knew I liked her — I pull my gaze over her belly, waist, hourglass hips and fashion-doll legs and feet — but God damn! I didn’t think I was this into her.
“You’re beautiful, Mariah,” I whisper, feeling the urge to start stroking her everywhere. Down all her curves, and to all her secret, sensitive places. I need to hold back, to remain in control. “Your curves are out of this world.” I fight the husky quality building in my voice. “Worth what I paid for you, and then some,” I add, remembering that I need to show her who’s boss. Who’s in charge.
And I can’t do that, if I start showing signs that she’s getting to me. I can’t lose my control over the situation, or her, I tell myself as I get hit with the full force of her big, innocent doe-eyes. Her long eyelashes batting at me as she studies my tattoos and muscled chest with barely-contained lust.
But God dammit if she doesn’t want to make me lose all control! God, I could just — I don’t finish the thought, I just start painting pictures. Pictures of me licking, biting and sucking every inch of her. Covering her in saliva and bite marks before finally plunging my cock into her sweet and shy lips — I could just eat all of you and then fill you to bursting!
That last thought causes my cock to fill with more blood, reaching its full length and girth. And that’s when I decide I need to untie her and get her busy, before I show how much I’m under her spell.
Just as I can see she thinks I’m about to announce the big moment: the moment I’m going to penetrate her, I move quickly up to her wrists. I work quickly, efficiently, hoping the snapping of my moves says loud and clear, “Don’t even start trying to protect me, woman. You don’t even know what’s behind this mask.” My untying of her seems to work. She watches me, confused.
But she’s obedient, and doesn’t question me.
“Come on,” I say, pulling her into sitting and then off the bed. “You’ve had your fun.” I bring her into kneeling. I guide her down with enough force to come across as serious and not to be talk backed to, but not enough to make her land wrong. Hurt her.
When she looks up at me from her perfect kneeling position, my cock just above her mouth, I say, “It’s time for me to have mine.” I thrust out my hips a bit. “Suck my cock like a good girl, and I might reward you with more than just a taste of him.”
Mariah nods, obediently putting her mouth on me. She surprises me with her eagerness. She’s on my head and sucking it without even a second thought. Most girls would be shyer; might hesitate in front of such a mouthful, but not Mariah. She just gets right to it. Fits her mouth around my head and down my shaft, like her mouth was made to give me blow jobs and nothing else.
Mariah moans and slurps, as she works her head up and down my length. She hums with pleasure and surprise as she gets closer to my base. It must be bigger than she imagined. And this makes me almost blow my load in her. Unleash the vat of cum my balls have been churning up for the last few minutes.
But I force myself to hold it back. To put my mind on something else. Like how wet her mouth is. How clingy her lips and the inside of her cheeks are; how they grab onto my shaft, foreskin and head like a suction.
Somehow, this increases my sensational pleasure, while stopping me from coming.
I let Mariah do one more pass up and down my cock, flick her tongue around my head, before pulling her off. I do so by grabbing her hair. She pops off my throbbing penis with a sigh. A beautiful gasp for air.
I stand her up, but only long enough to get her to the bed
again. Once there, I bend her over it, and reach around to fondle her breasts and nipples. I do so vigorously, pulling and twisting the little warm nubs until they are plump and hot.
Mariah begins to whine and wiggle. I lean on her, kissing her from about the middle of her shoulder blade all the way down to her ass.
“Be good,” I remind her sternly.
“Yes, sir,” she says.
I slip one of my hands out from under her, and into her waiting pussy. “Your mine tonight. Every part of you.” I’m floored by the amount of juice she’s made for me. How thick and slimy it is. How it’s dripping down her leg, and down my hand with just the slightest touch. But I don’t say anything. I just keep touching and fondling, until she’s practically ready to impale herself on me. And then I pull myself away. “I’m going to take your virginity now, Mariah,” I say, enjoying watching her squirm without my attention. “But I also said I wanted you to beg for it. I’m not going to give you even an inch of my cock until you beg for it.”
My cock’s so hard it hurts, but I ignore it in favor of the words I hear drifting up from the comforter. “Please Paul,” she says, “Please put your big, delicious cock in my tight virgin pussy! My pussy needs your cock. It’s been waiting for it for so long. Please fuck me so good, Paul, please.” I hoist her a little further up on the mattress, spreading her pussy lips and ass cheeks wide.
“Okay,” I say, grabbing for a condom from the nightstand and ripping it open with my teeth. I slip it on with one hand, gripping my ornery shaft as I get the rubber all the way down to my base. Then, I aim straight and true for Mariah’s pink, moist whole. “Your wish is my command.”
Chapter 13 – Mariah
Fullness. Stretching. Those are the two sensations I’m aware of first, the moment Paul’s penis enters my pussy. The second thing I’m aware of is how long and hot it is. How, even with the rubber of the condom sliding into my small, tightly pursed lips, I can still feel texture. I can feel little ridges and veins in Paul’s member.
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