by Qwillia Rain
“Do you want to change your mind, pet?” Vince asked her.
The bed dipped, rolling her into him when he sat beside her.
“Do you?” He asked again.
Did she? Triss shook her head. “No.”
The warm clasp of one hand circled her neck, tilting her face toward his, while the other hand tugged her arm away from her breasts.
“I -- Maybe --”
His gaze held hers while he lowered her onto her pillows. “You made your choice, baby.”
Triss didn’t deny she’d made her choice, she only wondered if it would be wise to tell him she’d never gone this far with a man before. Would he keep going or would he stop if he knew she was still a virgin? She didn’t want to take that chance, so she stayed silent.
His fingers flicked open the front closure on her bra and slid the straps from her shoulders. Then he moved his hand down over her belly to the wet folds of her sex. “After I put out this fire, then we talk.”
Triss nodded.
Vince settled his lips over hers. Despite the last few minutes, there was nothing aggressive or demanding about his kiss. His lips rubbed softly against hers, coaxing a response, the hand cradling her neck massaged the tensed muscles into relaxing. His teeth nipped first at her upper lip, then the lower, before the tip of his tongue laved the sensitized flesh with a teasing, silky stroke. Nibbles and licks increased until her mouth opened, offering him the warmth within for a new playground.
The fingers caressing her clit teased a response from her as well, before moving lower. The smooth advance and retreat of first one finger, then a second, stretched her body, preparing her for more. The ache tightened low in her abdomen. Her hips shifted and arched, seeking more.
His mouth lifted from hers to move down her throat to the ripe swell of her breasts.
Desperate to feel his skin against hers, Triss tugged at the soft cotton tee-shirt, pulling it from the waist of his jeans.
“That’s my girl. Take it off for me.” Vince leaned away from her long enough for Triss to strip the shirt over his head and toss it aside.
Her fingers tangled in the soft black pelt of hair covering his chest. The smooth muscles flexed beneath her touch as she moved downward, following the trail as it narrowed just above his belly button then flared out again before disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans.
When she would have lowered her head to watch her fingers work loose the buttons fastening the denim, Vince blocked her view by setting his mouth over hers. Her hands slowed, rubbing against the soft fabric before wrapping around his lean waist and palming the sleek muscles along his lower back.
Beneath her fingertips she could feel them shift, flex, and pull as Vince stretched out beside her, one heavy thigh between her legs. Through the denim, the rigid column of his erection was a hot presence along her hip. The fingers dancing within her body, kept up a steady rhythm, drawing her close then easing her away from the edge of climax again and again. Head swimming, body aching for release, it took a moment for her to realize the whisper of sound at her ear was Vince asking her a question.
Dazed and breath labored, she tried to focus. “Wha -- what?”
He chuckled and raised himself on one arm over her. “Are you on the Pill or do I use a condom?”
How could he be so rational? So clear-headed. She could feel how aroused he was, but he made no move to get closer.
“I’m clean, Treats. No nasty bugs, and God, I’m dying to go bareback with you, but if there’s the slightest chance of a kid, I’ll keep covered.”
Ah, now it made sense. “No Pill. Condom.” She groaned. “I don’t have --”
“I do.” Vince dipped his head to press a kiss to her lips. “Finish with my pants.” He levered himself up so she could reach the front of his jeans.
She felt good beneath him. The slick feel of her pussy surrounded his fingers, squeezing, tightening with every stroke. He ached to slide inside, fill her up. He hadn’t lied when he told her he wanted nothing between them, but he was equally honest about no children. At least not yet.
Vince paused at that thought. In his thirty-five years he’d been in relationships. Most lasted a few weeks. One actually two years, but never had the idea of kids come up other than as a discussion on how to prevent them. Until now, the idea of something permanent had never crossed his mind. With Treats though -- he gazed into her eyes as she fumbled his jeans open and pushed them and the boxer-briefs he wore beneath, over his hips, freeing his cock -- the thought of forever, of a baby lingered.
Before the pants went too far, he slipped his fingers free of her body and pulled the protection he’d brought with him from the pocket. Her hands caressed his ass, pulling him forward. She arched up, rubbing against his penis and thighs. When she started to shift downward on the bed, one hand sliding off his hips to surround his erection, he resumed control.
“No, baby.” He eased her hands away from him and rose to stand beside the bed. He shed his jeans and sheathed himself in the condom, all the while admiring Treats spread out before him.
“Damn, you are beautiful. All pink and white, hot and wet for me.” He climbed back onto the bed, settling between her thighs, opening her wider. He lowered his mouth to savor her.
Musk and honey and sweet, sweet woman. Vince groaned in appreciation and swiped his tongue up her slit, filling his mouth with her dew, tasting the flavor of her, letting it linger on his taste buds before swallowing.
Her fingers tugged at his hair, holding him close. Her hips bucked upward, seeking more. Vince lifted his head and wiped her cream from his mouth and chin. Holding her gaze he licked his palm clean before settling it over her belly to keep her still. “Fingers or cock, pet. I didn’t give you the option of coming in my mouth.”
“Please. I need you.”
“And I’ll give it to you, when I think you’re ready.”
Her hands clutched at his shoulders, urging him to come over her. Her thighs hugged his waist. “I’m ready, please.”
Hungry for the feel of her around him, Vince moved up, the head of his cock breaching the entrance to her body, but not pressing beyond the threshold. “How much do you want me, pet?”
“So much,” she whimpered, flexing her legs in an attempt to pull him into her.
“Enough to do everything I say?” He retreated, pulling out, but hovering close so the warmth of her body permeated his, soaking through the sensitive skin of his sex as he teased the pulsing bud of nerves nestled in the brown curls covering her.
Her nod was frantic. “Yes. Yes, everything.”
She didn’t turn away from him. Her gaze focused on him, the brown so deep and hot, it reminded him of the most expensive chocolates, warm and melted. “What’s my name, pet?” He eased forward, the latex tip of his dick registering the moist heat waiting for him.
“Vi --” she hesitated, the word choked off. She seemed to read in his gaze exactly what he was waiting to hear. “Ma-master.”
The crown stroked inside, feeling the slick walls squeeze. “Say it again.”
Her voice was stronger this time, breathless, but stronger. “Master.”
He rewarded her with a bit more of his cock. “And what do you want your master to do, pet?”
“Fuck me, Master.”
“Very good.” He thrust deep, filling her completely. Then he froze, stilling the curses that welled up. Treats’ nails scored his shoulders and down his back before digging into the skin just above his ass. Her body went tense beneath him, while the silky wet sheath surrounding him exploded in climax. Spasm after spasm milked his cock, tugging him deeper.
Three long slow breaths allowed him to focus. To push past the mixture of anger, annoyance, and primitive pride to speak. “This is a surprise, Treats.”
Tear-bright eyes blinked up at him. Sweat beaded her upper lip, her teeth chewed on her bottom lip. “Su--surpri--aye, ah! Surprise?” she gasped, her body trembling as she struggled against the orgasm.
“
Ride it out, baby. Don’t fight it.” He rested the majority of his weight on his forearms, but he kept his body covering her. “There you go. Relax. Breathe with me.”
Her climax eased, her body settling under him, but he didn’t move. Mainly to allow himself time to register the fact that the woman beneath him had come the moment his cock entered her, despite the obvious discomfort she’d felt at the loss of her virginity.
After several minutes he pulled back, easing out of her. “There you go, hon. Just breathe,” he coached.
“No, don’t stop.” Her fingers flexed against his hips, urging his return, her body tensing up again.
Vince brushed her lips with a kiss, and then smiled down at her. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ve only begun. I still have lots more planned for you.” He slid back inside, and had to freeze again as a second orgasm pulsed through her.
Similar in strength and duration as the last, Vince waited for it to recede before pulling out and stroking back into Triss a third time. Again, she climaxed.
By the time he’d talked her down from a fourth, the need for release burned through his balls and he guessed his lower back looked like he’d gone ten rounds with a pissed off wildcat. “God, baby, you just don’t quit, do you?”
“I’m sorry,” she panted, her eyes dazed.
“It’s okay, don’t be sorry about it. But we’ve got a problem.”
“Wha -- what problem?”
“I swear, if I don’t pick up the pace, my cock’s gonna burst.” He smiled down at her while propping himself on one arm over her. The other reached back and eased her hold on his hip before directing her grip up around the base of the headboard.
“I don’t know if I can keep --”
He eased her other hand up beneath the headboard. “All you have to do is hold on. Okay?”
She nodded. “Okay.”
He hadn’t exaggerated. Sweat dampened his hair, coated his skin and made the scratches she’d clawed into his back sting. “I want it hard and fast.”
Her body vibrated, but she didn’t protest as he retreated.
Braced over her, his hands encircled her wrists. Vince powered back in then pulled out as the first pulse of another climax squeezed her tight around him. He came back, forcing his way through the contracting tissues to sink deeper before tugging free. Each time he came back faster, harder, deeper.
Her gasps became cries before bleeding into one long continuous moan that rose and fell with each advance and retreat.
“Don’t close your eyes.”
His command snapped her eyes open.
“Watch me. Let me see how much you love your master fucking you.”
She groaned again and arched beneath him.
Vince gritted his teeth, the heat wrapping around his cock each time he forced his way inside. Her body had become one constant rhythm of grip and release as one orgasm followed the next, and then the next. They built one on top of the other while his bubbled and simmered until finally boiling over. “Yes. That’s it. Almost. There.”
At last. His body rammed home, deeper than ever before. He could swear he touched her womb with each short, sharp dig that emptied his cum into the rubber covering him. “Yes!”
His mouth covered hers, swallowing her breath and replacing it with his as she held him tight both inside and out, riding the waves of release shared between them.
Chapter Six
Reality was slow in returning. Triss breathed deep, letting her heart reduce its frantic pace. The bed dipped but she kept her eyes closed, until a cool, damp cloth pressed against her groin, soothing the soreness there.
“You’re quite the surprise, pet.” Vince reclined beside her, unconcerned by their nudity, his hand covering the washcloth and holding it in place.
“How so?” She tensed, not sure what to expect.
“I’ve never had a virgin respond the way you do. No holding back.” He lowered his mouth to hers and seduced her lips to part.
Triss let the warmth spread through her body. His kiss, his touch, they drugged her in a way she’d never felt, but the temptation to tease him wouldn’t subside. She pulled back. “I guess you’ve been with a lot of virgins, huh?”
Vince laughed. He moved his hand from between her legs and up her belly to her breast.
She could feel the smooth and rough textures on his callused palm against her skin. The scrape of his thumb around and over her nipple sent tiny jolts of electricity through her as the sensitive flesh puckered and rose.
“No. Not since I was in high school and a virgin myself. You are every man’s wet dream, baby.” His gaze locked on the aroused peak. He licked the hardened nipple, sucked it into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth while his hand moved to her other breast and teased that nipple to life.
Despite the tenderness inside, her breath sped up and the moisture began to coat her channel in preparation for him. “Ev -- every man’s?” she stammered.
His head lifted and he smiled down at her. “Okay, maybe just mine. That’s a good thing though.”
“How? How is it a good thing that I’m your wet dream?” She shivered at the serious expression on his face.
“Because I won’t share. I may display you to others, but no one touches you but me.”
Exhilaration mingled with unease at the thought of him placing her on display, further jumbling her mind and confusing the emotions inside. “What makes you think I’d let you?”
“Why wouldn’t you? Because we don’t know each other?”
“To start with, yes.” Not that she didn’t know him. She’d been very thorough in finding out everything she could about Vince.
Apparently, Vince had done the same. “Beatrice Elaine Long. Born and raised in Oklahoma. Two older brothers and two younger. Dad worked on oil rigs and Mom was one of the town’s librarians. You stayed home until your youngest brothers, twins, graduated and went to college. Then you moved here to get your English and Creative Writing degrees. Your first book, an ebook, was published six years ago, just before you graduated. And, until ninety minutes ago, you’d never had sex.”
Triss had to admit he was good, but she wasn’t about to let him think she’d gone into this situation blinded by physical attraction. “Impressive. You didn’t get all of that from our conversations.”
“Thank you. I remembered some of the things you told me, the rest I got with a little digging.”
“But, considering Vincent Kelley Black is the eldest of four children -- two boys and two girls -- born in Wisconsin, I’d expect no less. Graduated top of his class in both high school and college -- civil engineer to be precise. Interned with Grant, Rowe, and Schultz; hired permanently before finishing your senior year. You like a good beer just as well as a nice vodka -- Grey Goose, preferably. And you like to tie up your lovers, but you’re never abusive.”
He laughed and nipped her bottom lip. “You like watching me, don’t you?”
She nodded, incapable of lying to him about that.
“You like when I direct you. Like when I command you.”
She could feel his cock, warm and heavy and hard against her hip, but the way he’d draped his leg over hers, kept her still.
“Tell me, pet. Do you like submitting to me? Letting me control you?”
She bit back an automatic ‘yes’ that rose to her lips. Instead, she followed a more cautious path. “I’m not sure.”
“Are you curious about what it would feel like if I were your master? If everything you did was for my pleasure and not your own?”
The fire within her increased. Her body betrayed her mind and she went with it. “Yes.”
“Do you know anything about BDSM or Dominance and submission beyond what I’ve taught you?”
The rhythmic caress of his left hand around her breasts, down her belly, over her hip, then along her ribs back to her breasts was soothing rather than arousing. “Only what I’ve read.”
His gaze stayed on her face, never strayed to watch the motions of
his hand or the body he stroked. “Books or websites?”
“A little of both. I’ve read about rules, play dates, scene work, and SSC.”
“Safe, Sane and Consensual.”
Triss allowed her hands to roam as well. The smooth skin along his shoulders and down his arms warmed her palms. “Yes.”
“Did you also read that each relationship is unique to the individuals involved?”
“Mmm hmm. One of the books I bought discussed that there is no one ‘right’ way to conduct a D/s relationship. That the rules, how things are negotiated, even punishment is determined by the master and submissive. Even the names -- master, dominant, submissive, slave -- are individual to the pair’s choosing.”
“Very good. You like letting me take charge, you’ve admitted that.”
She sensed it coming. Excitement and anxiety battled for supremacy. On one hand, the thought that he might ask her to play submissive to his master seemed an insult to her independence. An affront to the good girl she’d been raised to be. On the other hand, her interest in the lifestyle had tumbled through her mind long before she understood sex, or that boys were good for something other than beating up on the playground.
He seemed to wait for her to acknowledge his comment. “Sometimes, I enjoyed following your directions tonight.”
His hand stilled at her waist. “Would you like to be my pet. My submissive. Learn what pleases me, while I teach you the pleasure of servicing me?”
Delight coursed through her, the bad girl inside began dancing a jig, but logic stepped in, halting her sudden agreement shy of her lips. “I’m not sure.”
Vince appeared to understand her reservations. “It is a big step. Perhaps a trial run. A short period to learn my rules, what pleases me, and the punishments I use when you break the rules.”
Her mind spun at the thought of what he was saying; what he was offering. A bitter, resentful voice in her head, spewed insults about her betrayal of the millions of women who’d fought so hard to establish equality between the sexes. Practicality whispered this would be one of the best ways to research the stories she was thinking about writing. But that wasn’t her only reason for considering it. She wanted to see what it was truly like. Ached to try.
