by Rye Hart
With my free hand, I grabbed hold of her face and turned it back to me.
“I said, look at me, Josie,” I said, my voice low and gruff. “Look at nothing and nobody but me.”
I was stern, but patient. She was a new pet. It would take time to break her in, time we probably didn't have together. It was a shame since I really wanted to make her mine. She was a rare gift, and I lamented the fact that I'd only be able to play with it for a short time.
I slipped a finger into her panties, and she gasped. Now was as good a time as any to explain safe words to her, I figured.
“If at any time, you want me to stop,” I said, “You need to remember a safe word. Something other than no or stop, because those words get tossed around too freely sometimes and I don't want our lines to be crossed or blurred. I want to be sure you are comfortable at all times and know that you have the power and control to stop everything that’s happening.”
She nodded.
“How about our safe word? “Crimson,”” I said, winking at the woman sharing my elevator.
I held her chin with my fingers, forcing her to make eye contact with me. She stared into my eyes and again, she nodded. I saw the fear in her eyes, but I also saw the glimmer of excitement. The spark of something more—lust, perhaps? Anticipation? I wasn't sure, but I could tell that she was excited.
The elevator stopped, and Crimson walked out with the man in tow, smacking his ass and telling him to hurry up. Josie started to follow her out, but I stopped her.
“Not yet, my pet,” I said.
I pressed the button to close the doors, and Josie remained in the elevator with me. Before pushing a button to go up another level, though—the level I was staying on—I pressed her against the back of the elevator and kissed her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She gasped, and at first it felt like she might push me away, but her hands were balled up on my chest and then slowly, she unclenched them, laying the palms of her hands against me. She didn't push me off. Instead, I found her mouth welcoming to my tongue, and I savored the sweet coconut taste of her.
That I enjoyed the taste of the drink was one reason I ordered that drink for her, of course. The other reason was because it was non-alcoholic. In my opinion, when you dabble in BDSM with a new sub, you never want their inhibitions lowered. You wanted them to be in the moment, wanting it, craving it not because they were drunk or high, but because they needed you in the most primal way possible.
And judging by the way Josie reacted to my kiss, I knew she was already under my control very willingly.
I slipped a hand up her dress and played with her pussy some more, teasing her warm, tight hole before plunging a finger into her depths. I felt her tense up, her pussy clenching around my finger. I smiled as I drove my digit in even further. Fuck, she was tight. Too tight to even be real. I pulled back and stared down at her.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked her.
Josie's eyes grew wide, and she shook her head, then slowly nodded. It was as if she were conflicted about whether or not to tell me the truth.
“Umm, yeah,” she whispered at last.
My lips curled up in a salacious grin. The very idea of filling her tight, virginal pussy with my cock turned me on more than anything in the world. To take control of her, to help her discover her body and the absolute depth and breadth of sexual pleasure for the first time was a heady feeling. Damn, I knew there was something special about her.
“That's not a problem, is it?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I mean, some guys think it's weird, but—”
“Not at all,” I said, stroking her cheek. “As long as you want to be here, I'll gladly fuck your tight little cunt all night long.”
Josie hesitated for a moment and then nodded her head slowly.
“I want you to say it, pet,” I said, my voice stern but I made sure to stroke her cheek, letting her know that I would take care of her. “I need to hear you say it in your own words.”
“I want—” she stopped and looked away.
I grabbed ahold of her chin and forced her to look me in the eye.
“Say it,” I said.
“I want to have sex with you, Gavin,” she said.
“Better, but that's not good enough, Josie,” I said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want you to beg me for it.”
Her face turned a bright shade of red that wasn't found in nature. I could tell she would struggle with such crude language—she was a good girl, after all—but there was nothing sexier than making a good girl go bad.
“I want you to—” she said, trying to avoid my gaze as the flush in her cheeks deepened, but I forced her eyes on mine. She lowered her voice, “fuck me.”
“Good girl,” I said. “Still room for improvement, but we’ll get you there.”
I pressed myself into her, pushing her against the back of the elevator and kissed her. Her lips were soft and more responsive to mine this time, and when my tongue entered her mouth, her tongue met mine. They swirled and danced together, my cock growing harder and harder as the heat of our kiss intensified.
I ran my hands up the length of her body, cupping her breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. They were almost too large to hold, which was really something, given the size of my hands. I continued kissing her, circling her stiff nipple with my thumb, and Josie gasped, her body shuddering against mine.
My erection pressed into her belly, and her eyes grew wide when she felt it. There was a little fear in her eyes, but it was also mixed with a healthy dose of excitement. Her eyes were large and she bit her bottom lip as she watched me closely. She watched my every move, as if she were waiting to see what I could do to her.
I was in control. Complete control. I knew she was at my mercy.
Just the way I liked it.
I could have her right there in the elevator. I knew I could have taken her anyway I wanted her and she wouldn’t have objected. In fact, she probably would have begged for more. But, I didn’t want to rush things. Not for her first time, and not for what would likely be our only time together. I wanted us both to savor every moment of our encounter. I entered my code into the keypad, allowing us to go to my private suite.
Chapter Five
Josie
When the elevator doors opened, my eyes widened as I tried to quickly take in everything around me. There was just so much to absorb, and I was obviously in for quite the surprise. The elevator opened into a private suite that was decked out in soft burgundy tones highlighted with the elegance of gold. The suite was dimly lit, gloomy shadows clinging to most of the corners, though, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust enough that I could take in the full scope of the room.
When I was able to see clearly enough, I gasped as I took in the room before me. Above the four-poster, king-sized bed was a mirror attached to the ceiling. An item I knew likely served only one purpose—a purpose that made me blush just to think about.
But that wasn't even the half of it. When I looked around a little more closely, the heat in my cheeks only burned brighter. Hanging from the bedposts were leather straps—four of them, to be exact. One on each post It sent a tremor of fear but also a jolt of excitement through me at the same time.
Gavin walked over to the bedside table and lit some candles, giving the room a gentle but soft, sexy glow. The candle flames flickered, glinting off the gold accents in the room and dispelling some of the shadows. I saw that in one corner of the room, there was a hot tub in front of two giant, glass doors that overlooked the sea below.
Next to the tub was a small counter filled with bottles of lotion, oils, and a ton of other items I didn't even recognize. Beside the bed, I noticed another table, and when I saw the array of items laid out on top of it, I started to feel a little lightheaded. As I stared at what Gavin had spread out on the table, it made the knot in my tummy constrict almost painfully and filled me with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. It gave me pause and made me momentarily regret my decisi
on to come up to his suite.
Whips of varying sizes, a blindfold that looked to be made of silk, at least a dozen dildos, all various shapes and sizes, and a strap-on all lay on the bedside table. I took everything in, my eyes growing wide with wonder and shock, feeling very much like a clueless child who knew nothing about sex and all that it entailed.
I was feeling like every bit the inexperienced virgin I was.
“Don't worry, my pet,” Gavin said, standing in front of me, a lascivious smile on his lips as he took my hands in his, “We'll start slow. There's nothing to be afraid of.”
I somehow managed to swallow down my fears and let him lead me deeper into his suite, following him over to the bed.
The elevator doors chimed softly and closed, sealing me into the room with him. I glanced backward at the doors, part of me wanting to flee Gavin's sex dungeon before things went too far. My mind screamed for me to run and yet, my body seemed to betray me. My body ached with a need I couldn't explain. A need I couldn't even begin to understand.
My insides were tight, and my head was swimming. My vision seemed to be wavering, and my heart was thundering within my breast. Though there was a streak of fear shooting through me, I still yearned to have something to fill me up from the inside. Something to fill the very hole that had remained untouched for far too long.
However, all of this—the oils and dildos, the whips and blindfolds—it all felt like too much. Too much, and it was all happening too fast. How had I gone from a virgin to a woman standing in the middle of a sex dungeon with a man promising to fuck me senseless?
I wasn't sure I could handle it myself, let alone give Gavin what he expected. What he wanted. Lila probably could do it. Hell, I was sure she could. But me? I had no idea how to use any of the toys on display—minus the dildo, of course. I'd had some experience with a dildo, but not with one anywhere nearly as large as the ones all lined up on the table.
“Sit,” Gavin said, motioning to the bed.
I did as he instructed and sat.
He stood in front of me, gently stroking my hair, looking down and just staring into my eyes. His dark, smoldering eyes felt like black holes, like a person could get pulled in by the gravity and find themselves lost within them. He exuded a rugged, manly presence, and yet, Gavin's hands were soft and gentle, as he slipped them through my hair. He worked his hands all the way down to my chin, lifting my face up to his. He stared into my eyes for a moment longer and then leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
Every time his tongue entered my mouth, I found it hard to breathe. He literally sucked all the air right out of me. His kisses made me feel lightheaded and disoriented. And yet, I loved every moment of them. The way he kissed and touched me, made it seem like I needed nothing in the world but him and his lips. Gavin slipped his hands down lower, spreading my knees apart, centering himself between them. I glanced down and saw his erection, straining against his jeans and couldn't stop my eyes from growing wide. I couldn't believe how large he was and wondered if he'd be able to fit inside me. More than that, even if he could fit, I worried that it might hurt
Gavin caught me staring, and with a sultry little smile, he reached down and removed his belt. He tossed it to the side of the room and then his hands moved to his zipper. The world seemed to slow down around me as I took it all in. Usually, when I was with a man and at the point we were at right then, I'd run for the hills. I could never manage to let myself get further than that point. I'd never seen a penis before in my life, because I always stopped what was happening and left before the pants came off.
Gavin slowly and deliberately unzipped his pants, sliding them down over his hips agonizingly slowly and gracefully. His boxers were still covering his erection, but it's not like they were hiding anything. With the thinner fabric of his boxers, I could very clearly make out the outline of him and gasped. This much closer to his flesh, without his jeans covering him, he looked even larger than before.
I waited, with bated breath, for him to remove the boxers and let me see him fully exposed, but Gavin lifted my face and forced me to stare in his eyes instead. I gazed into the dark vortex of his eyes and bit my bottom lip, my pulse racing and my heart thundering so hard, I was sure he could hear it.
“Remove my boxers,” he said.
He wanted me to remove them. Me! He was making it clear that if I wanted to see him, I had to be the one to make that move. I had to take that next step on my own. Lifting my hands up, I quickly put them back down again, my heart hammering inside me. Although I wanted to—I really wanted to see him fully exposed—I couldn't bring myself to actually reach up and remove his boxers. Not at first. Gavin dropped my chin and made a soft tsk-ing noise.
“Do you want to see it or not, Josie?” he quipped.
“I—I do,” I whispered, my voice thick and my throat dry.
Gavin reached for my hands, taking them in his and placed them on his hips, right at the waistband of his boxers. That was obviously his way of meeting me halfway. The rest of the journey would be up to me.
“Pull them down,” he said, his voice commanding and deep. “Now.”
The tone of his voice was direct and stern. It wasn't a suggestion or a request. No, it was an order. And without thinking about it, I did exactly as he said. With one swift motion, I pulled his boxers down to the middle of his thighs, letting his erection spring forth like a jack-in-the-box of pure pleasure. I gazed at it with wide eyes, and I found it hard to breathe. Gavin's cock was hard and thick—and oh so long.
I was still gripping the waistband of his boxers, as motionless as a statue. It was almost like I was afraid to move as I sat there staring at his cock. I had no idea what to do as I sat there admiring the straightness and girth of it—and, of course, imagining what it would feel like nestled inside me.
“Good girl,” Gavin said. “See? That wasn't so tough now, was it?”
Easy for him to say. But as he stroked my cheek, I leaned into his touch and felt myself relax—a little bit, anyway.
“Now,” he said, “let's see what you have under that dress.”
With my heart pounding and my body trembling, Gavin reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. With slow, gentle hands, he lifted it up. I raised my arms, giving him permission to take the dress off my body. He slipped it off over my head and tossed it aside, my dress landing next to his belt on the floor.
Then I was sitting there, in nothing but a bra and my panties. My cheeks flared with heat, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was so afraid to see the disappointment or disgust in his eyes I feared would be there. Although I had a nice rack, I felt like I was far less attractive than his usual fare. Again, Gavin reached for my face, turning it up and forcing me to look at him.
At first I closed my eyes, not able to meet his, and had to remind myself to breathe. Trying to get myself under control, I focused on the scent of the candles. There was a jasmine scent mixed with something muskier—sandalwood, perhaps?
It delighted my senses every bit as much as having Gavin's hand on my face did.
“Sweet little Josie doesn't even know how sexy she is,” he whispered, his voice low. “Believe me when I tell you that you are, indeed, very sexy.”
I opened my eyes at last, finally able to bring myself to look at his face as he spoke. And what I saw took my breath away. He was drinking me in with his eyes, savoring every last square inch of me, and from the curl of his mouth, I could tell he was enjoying what he was seeing. The look of undisguised lust in his eyes set a fire burning between my thighs.
He ran the tip of a finger down my face, trailing it down my neck, and finally to my cleavage. My nipples were hard, pressing against the bra, and he found them with his hands, circling the tip of his fingers around them. My insides tightened even more, and I whimpered softly. No one had touched me there before. Nobody had ever explored my body the way he was doing it. Most of the men I'd had encounters with—as brief as they were—simply wanted to get right to it
. No foreplay, just straight to the sex. Not Gavin, though. He was taking his time and was exploring me with a gentle touch. He was naked from the waist down, and I knew he wanted to be inside me, but the focus wasn't on him or his needs. No, the focus was entirely on me. He took his time with me, and my body reacted to his touch in ways I didn't know was possible.
“Lie back,” he said.
Without hesitation, as if he had some kind of a mind control over me, I did as I was told—partially on the bed, partially off. Gavin fell to his knees in front of me, and I could hardly see him over the mounds of my breasts, but I could feel him. I felt him slip my panties down my thighs before peeling them off me altogether.
My heart raced, and I was trembling, knowing I was bare down there, and he was seeing me completely exposed. I laid there, suddenly feeling self-conscious and nervous, wishing I had shaved or had done something to make myself more presentable. But if Gavin minded or found me unpresentable in any way, he didn't let it show.
He dove between my lips with an eagerness that caused me to gasp. He kissed me down below with every bit as much vigor as he'd kissed my mouth. I gasped when I felt his mouth on me, felt him sucking ever so gently on my clit. My body arched upward from the bed and I cried out, experiencing sensations I'd never felt before. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he held me in place while he buried his tongue inside me.
I groaned, loudly, as I grabbed hold of the bedding, gripping it tightly as finally, I felt what it was like to have something other than a toy inside me. And it was glorious.
I ground myself against him, but Gavin kept a tight hold on me, not letting me get very far or move all that much. His tongue slipped in and out of me, licking and tasting me, his mouth expertly moving across my most sensitive parts. It felt like my skin was on fire as he moved to my clit, teasing and circling it, before driving his tongue back inside me. I thrashed my head side to side, waves of sensation washing over me. My head was spinning, and conscious thought seemed to be fleeing my mind.
