He could have plunged inside her at that moment, and she wouldn't have known, as she was far too caught up in the lure of his approval. Yes, she wanted to please him. There was no doubt in her mind. She wanted to give him everything she had and more, but she needed his guidance. Ever so slowly, he introduced her to what he expected, and so far, she didn't coil away. She was most genuinely intrigued, but Drew catapulted her fascination far beyond curiosity. In fact, his introduction to this new journey conveyed nothing but warmth and compassion. Perhaps he would play rough with her eventually, but Maxine had begun to realize that when he did, he would take just as much caution with her body—and with her emotions—as he was doing now.
“Thank you, Sir,” she called out with heartfelt gratitude. “Thank you…”
What she didn't see was the affectionate smile or the adoring eyes glancing down upon her while she remained lost in her pleasure.
The backs of her knees were truly a tender spot that she hadn’t anticipated. So ticklish was she there that she could feel herself sinking against his touch. Hold still, she willed herself and held her breath. No hiccups, please!
Onward, his soothing torment continued, comforting and arousing her in ways she'd never imagined as his hands kneaded their way up the backs of her thighs. The steady pulse and wrap of his fingers against her flesh lifted her to new heights of awareness. Inch by inch, Drew strived to teach her about the wonderful workings of her body, and under his meticulous instruction, she'd allowed her latent desires to awaken.
Although his touch hadn’t left her legs, she couldn’t ignore the tingles that rolled throughout her entire body. The strength in her spine waned as she reveled in the glorious pleasures that he was so kind to demonstrate—from the center of her legs to the tips of her nipples. Higher, his fingers climbed, discovering another sensitive zone just where her panties met her legs.
Beneath her leggings, his hands pulled ever so methodically, dragging both pants and panties over her hips and thighs as he made certain to tickle a bit with his fluid effort of removing her clothes.
All the while, she somehow managed to remain stationary, immobile under his prowess. Although she was quite proud of her efforts, she couldn't allow Drew to catch her wallowing in self-gratification. This game involved far more than ego. In him—and each other—they had to trust.
“Nice, little one,” he said as he folded her pants, then placed her lacey little lingerie on top of them in the corner of the bed. “You may lower yourself now…”
As she rested her bottom against the mattress, she opened her legs wider, instinctively rather than in any attempt to tease. Desperation had mounted to an all-time high.
In the moonlight filtering through the windows where she'd forgotten to close the blinds, he had an unobstructed view of her nakedness. Those two little lips, now dewy with her desires, flawlessly framed her swollen clit which puckered and begged for his attention. Perfect and pristine, Maxine was an unexpected gift that he had convinced himself he hadn't deserved to receive. His impatience could have easily driven her away, but he fought with himself to keep a tight lock on the gates of the passions she unleashed in him.
“I want you to understand the concept of punishments and rewards, little one,” he whispered. “We’ll discuss it further…later…but first, I have one more primer for you this evening…”
“Mmmm…primer, Sir?” Could he…would he…tonight?
Palms pressing flat against her thighs, he pushed them down toward the bed. “Yes, little one,” his voice soothed as he moved to attend to the window dressings, certain that he could still entertain all of her sweetest spots in the darkness. As he returned to her, he said, “I promised you kisses…”
“Kiss—” her voice broke off as his lips caught her clit between them, manipulating just as he would her mouth. Drew had dared to kiss her so intimately, and while she opened herself up to the pleasure, she couldn't shake her thoughts of the notion. The indiscernible sounds that involuntarily left her throat surprised her—cooing, moaning, begging—but she worried that Ben might hear and silenced herself.
Her legs wiggled about, but his grip around her ankles was stronger, holding her open to the delicate workings of his mouth and tongue as it swirled over her hard little nub. She wanted to flay—to kick her feet about in both arousal and protest—but she couldn’t move. In essence, he had forced her to focus on the delights he planned to deliver to her, straight to the core of her longings.
Over and over, the pull of his lips followed by the titillating tip of his tongue eased her eventually into a state of calm. She succumbed, if not submitted, to this new affection that he afforded her. While that promise of orgasm began to build once more, she needed to hold him closer…so much closer.
However, as she stretched to reach out—to press him as closely against her as she could—those ropes held her back. Eyes welling with tears of frustration, she wanted to touch him. She needed to feel those wild curls of his hair in her fingers. She, quite frankly, needed more.
Lapping away, Drew attempted to clean her up a bit. He groaned, the sound reverberating purposely against her to amplify her frenzy while he continued his efforts to hold her down. Little did she realize that he had nearly succumbed to his own lust. She was so delicious—sweeter than spun sugar. He couldn't get enough either.
“Kisses…oh…kisses…” her frail and fraught voice echoed between them.
She had to fucking come soon; otherwise, he'd have a mess of his own to attend. Never in his life had he harbored such an intense need for a woman, and those tender little words just nearly catapulted him into the finish line. Scrambling, he continued to flicker his tongue furiously. There was one option left, and if it worked in his favor, he'd teach her yet another lesson that evening.
Pulling his lips away just long enough to issue his command, he beckoned, “Give me your orgasm right now, Maxine…tired of waiting…”
“Oh!” she cried out as his lips returned to duty, and suddenly didn’t care if Ben—or even the neighbors across the yard—heard her.
As crazy as the thought seemed to Maxine, he could shatter her just as easily with his words as he could with his lips and tongue and fingers. Every time he brought her to this highpoint, that rush of pleasure escalated—sharpening to a pinnacle, where, once she’d reached the top, Maxine felt nearly ready to faint.
“Oh, Drew…” she whispered as he made his crawl up her body to catch her mouth against his. “Drew…”
“Taste yourself, little one,” he said as he crushed his lips upon hers. “So delicious…”
Hungry to oblige his every command, Maxine followed his direction, now washing away the evidence of her release from his mouth with her own.
“Impeccable,” he commended as he reached above her head to unfasten the ropes. Later, he would consider leaving her bound for a longer duration. However, she was still a virgin for fuck’s sake! He couldn’t let her linger. After all, Drew did maintain some sense of civility in his quest to dominate her fully. “You have pleased me beyond all expectation this evening, Maxine.”
Snuggling closer to his chest, she said, “I appreciate your thoughtful words and tolerance of my inexperience, Kind Sir…”
However, there was little time for coddling, as Drew helped her to sit, and then hopped out of bed to flick on the light perched on her nightstand. Maxine moaned in woe, blinded by his unexpected move, but his lips found her eyelids and brushed over them. “You can keep them closed. Adjust to the light. We’re finished playing. We’re going to talk now…”
Drew was up to something yet again, but Maxine was too lost in her own exhilaration to pay him any attention. Once he returned to her, she opened her eyes just in time to see him take her wrists in his hands and place a kiss upon each one. Holding them under the light, he studied them, caressing all the while. After squeezing a generous amount of the hand lotion he'd picked from her dresser, he massaged the chilly cream against her slightly blemished skin.
> “That’s so sweet, Drew…”
“I think you missed something in your research. Go look up ‘aftercare’ in the morning. It’s far more important than anything I’ll choose to do to you when we play, Maxine…”
“Aftercare?” she asked. “Why don’t you just tell me? I prefer your thoughts to those of Wikipedia.”
Kissing her forehead, he gazed down upon her with his tired blue eyes, emanating a cozy comfort in his stare. “After we play, I will always take the time to check on you…coddle you…soothe you…whatever you might need following a scene,” he explained. “You know that things may get rough. You may have wounds—”
“Wounds?”
“You saw my whips, little one,” he reminded her. “But I won’t use those until I know you’re ready. Could be next month—could be next year. If we decide that this is a fit for us, we’ll continue to explore at your leisure. But yes, you may indeed need a bit of First Aid…”
“Ouch…”
“Again, what scares you now may turn you on in the future,” he said. “Meanwhile, you need to know that I will exert every energy to make you feel safe after we play. You may not need a bandage. You may just be a little emotional. But it’s my job to see to it that you’re comfortable and taken care of.”
“Trust,” she took his hand in hers.
“You’re learning already. Trust,” he agreed. “Now what did you think of my tongue? Is that something you enjoyed? Something you’d like to do again? You seemed a bit squeamish in the beginning.”
Although his query did make her blush and turn away from him timidly, Maxine was relatively certain that there was no man ever in the history of time who ever thought enough to ask what his partner thought of cunnilingus.
She could feel her jaw tremble into a smile as she returned her eyes to his and spoke. “Well, it was a new…sensation...that you obliged me this evening,” she began. “Honestly, I thought you were going to make love to me tonight. I always thought that things like that came later. The intimacy of it—”
“Maxine, there’s far greater intimacy—and intensity—in my putting my cock inside you than my tongue flicking away at your clit,” he said. “At least for me…”
“Is that a ‘guy’ thing?” she wondered.
“Little one, you’re a virgin, need I remind you?” he asked. “Being your first carries a huge responsibility. I want you to be comfortable with me—and knowledgeable of your own body—first. Believe it or not, but making love to you for the first time will mean just as much to me as it will to you…”
Caressing his cheek, she whispered, “You just said something awfully charming for a man who claims to prefer thorns upon his roses…”
“I’ve told you already, but you’re far too green yet to comprehend that Domination and submission isn’t always about the pain.”
“I’m learning,” she insisted.
“And I think you discovered a very important facet of your training tonight as well,” he continued. “One of the basic techniques in training a submissive—but important on various levels—is orgasm control.”
“What do you mean? Hold it in? Like when I have to pee, and there's no bathroom in sight?” she attempted to mock. “Is that evening humanly possible? Come on, Drew.”
“I’m serious, Maxine, and you may find it funny now, but soon all of this could become second nature to you,” he encouraged so very gently. “Tonight, you came yet again right when I commanded. Eventually, you'll learn how to climax without being touched—without my uttering a single sound.”
She raised a curious eyebrow. “And the motive behind the madness?”
“You may have the need to come at some point when we're in a very public place—like the subway,” he explained. “Discretion is key...”
“Hey—I came for you in the back of that taxi cab and kept my big mouth shut,” she reminded him. “Didn’t I, Sir?”
“Mouth. Mind it, Maxine,” he snapped playfully. “Such a sense of hubris. Oh, you kids today…”
Tossing her head back, Maxine chuckled and ignored him. A decade over her did not qualify him as an old man. “Does Drew McKenzie ever really take the subway?”
“Of course, I do! I’m not averse to public transportation,” he said. “But, Maxine, there will be many times when I'll expect you to delay your own greedy little gratification, too.”
Unable to resist, she slipped her fingers inside the opening of his polo shirt. “I’m a horny little virgin. What else can I tell you?”
“Well, you get an A for your efforts thus far, little one,” he said. “Now do you understand what part of that was punishment?”
Nodding slowly, she was relatively certain that she knew the answer. “I couldn’t touch you.”
“See, Maxine,” he encircled her in his arms, allowing her to press her cheek against his chest. “I think you might be cut out for this after all. And how did it feel?”
“Frustrating.”
“As was my intention. I wanted you to understand that you can’t always have your way. And when you displease me, I will use reinforcements.”
“OK, Mack,” she said, calling upon his nickname just to tease and divert. “I was sleeping. I wasn’t intentionally playing with myself.”
“Your subconscious can be just as real as your willful, conscious mind, little one,” he shot back.
“And you love to spin a conversation in your favor, don’t you?” she scooted further into his lap, positioning herself inadvertently on his erection. However, she didn’t bother to move. And neither did he.
“And you are seriously asking to be placed in a chastity belt,” he warned.
“Chastity belt?” That seemed like it might be fun…for a short time. She'd have to Google those along with “aftercare.”
“What a project I’ve chosen in you, little one,” he grumbled once more and slipped his hands beneath her bottom for a squeeze.
“Drew, in all seriousness, may I ask you something?”
“Maybe…” Fuck. What the hell did she want to know?
“How come…why…why did you come tonight?”
“I was feeling a little restless…”
Maxine didn’t know the real truth about the dangerous combination of his exhaustion and living nightmares that often plagued him. Since they’d met, however, he found his nighttime thoughts consumed with nothing but Maxine.
Her image battled against those ugly monsters that dwelled his mind. He could distinctly hear that playful little laugh and see the ever curious smile on her face. But he also worried about her immeasurably, and after they'd discussed her eating disorders in such great detail that afternoon, he couldn't possibly stay away from her.
“And you have a way with calming me down,” he added, tilting her chin to give her a quick kiss on the lips.
“No chance we might…uh…do the old proverbial deed tonight, is there?” she asked him quickly, already knowing the answer. “To…further calm you down?”
“Nope!” he smiled. It was definitely time to tuck her in. “You’ll thank me later.”
“But you’ll stay here tonight?” She clutched his hand so very hard.
As he moved to unbutton his shirt, he bent down to kiss her once again. “I’ll stay with you.”
“And can we…can we do that again…sometime?”
“You want me to lick you again?” he mused as he slipped into bed, wearing only his boxers.
“Well…that…” she stammered. “But I mean…with the ropes?”
Wrapping her in the safety of his arms, he tucked her head under his chin. What a surprise she was turning out to be for him. However, he couldn't allude to his amusement. This was, after all, a lesson in Domination. “Little one?”
“Yeah?”
“Go to sleep.”
Chapter Twenty
“Well, fancy we meet here again, Broadway Boy!” Ben chortled as Drew strolled into the kitchen, freshly showered with a slightly bristly chin.
How Ben
wanted nothing more than to ask Drew if he’d finally fucked his poor best friend. That dear girl was truly suffering. He could hear her moaning and groaning a bit the previous evening when he’d popped into the kitchen for a midnight snack after Drew dropped in suddenly.
However, Maxine’s mutterings of sexual frustration with her new beau made him sick to his stomach, and he hurried his ass up the steps to his room where he remained until dawn finally broke. She was, for all intents and purposes, his little sister, even though only a few days separated their birthdays. He did, though, hope that she got thoroughly fucked. No one deserved it more than the Captain.
Ben’s concerns still remained, though, in the sort of relationship into which Drew clearly had designs upon indoctrinating Maxine. While it was cute and kinda fun that Drew just showed up at their door at midnight with his overnight bag, Ben wondered how much control he would ask Maxine to ultimately bequeath. Yeah, he wanted her to get laid. And her self-esteem could certainly use a boost by losing her virginity to her very own teenage crush. However, he didn’t want her to have her heart broken by promises she couldn’t keep.
For the moment, though, Ben intended to keep things cordial, if not a bit frivolous, with Drew for the sake of his relationship with his best friend. He could mind her from a short distance and catch her if she fell. Ben just prayed that the latter wouldn't come to fruition.
Placing a finger over his lips, Drew murmured, “Shhh. Maxine’s still sleeping…”
He musta kept her up all night, Ben thought as he cracked an egg into the sizzling butter in the skillet. “Seriously, dude, we gotta stop meeting here like this.” Nodding off toward her closed bedroom door, Ben continued, “The Captain will start wondering…”
“Drop a few more eggs in there,” Drew suggested. “The Captain needs to eat her breakfast. I have a very long day planned for her…”
Now he’s bossing me around! Oh, so be it. As long as he treated Maxine with respect.
To Drew, Ben seemed rather adept at cooking. He exerted some force as he scrambled with that rubber spatula against the Teflon pan, albeit somewhat nervously under Drew's watch, and he was so very careful not to burn the fucking toast. He also noticed the jar of Bonne Maman preserves from his grocery delivery on the counter. At least someone in this house was enjoying the food.
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