by Hart, Rye
I wondered what I should call him. The contract forbade us knowing each other’s last names. “If you call me Angel, then what should I call you?”
“Chance or Sir, and I’ll tell how and when to use which.” He climbed up on the bed and held out his hand, and I climbed up to join him. The bed was not only large, but it was tall and very cushy.
Chance placed a hand on my chest and encouraged me to lay back. I wished I known what to do and scrambled to think, but then as he came forward and kissed me, I lay back and nestled down atop the duvet.
His mouth was soft against mine, and then he slipped his hand down into my dress and cupped my breast. I took in a sharp breath as his thumb brushed against my nipple, and then he pinched it sending an aching throb straight to my pussy.
I’d pleasured myself many times, but had not penetrated for fear I’d hurt myself, so when he slipped his hand down into my panties, I grew nervous. Instead of fingering me though, he rubbed against my bare mound which was still tender from the waxing he’d requested per my contractual agreement. I hadn’t had much hair, to begin with, but now I was as smooth as rose petals.
“I see you follow instructions, which is going to make this time for us so much more fun.” He stroked my tender bud, and I shuddered beneath him, my legs suddenly scissoring together uncontrollably.
“No, angel. Stay open for me. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He continued to stroke my clit, and my little slit grew damp as he slid his fingers through my folds.
“You’re so wet. I need to taste it.” He went down and tugged my dress up. He’d given me specific instructions on what to wear and how to be prepared for him, and I’d tried my best to be pleasing.
He slipped my panties down and left them around my knees while he licked my virgin pussy for the first time. His mouth was warm against me, and he took his time being slow and gentle with me. He worked me with his tongue until I felt an intense pressure building in my core. I lifted my hips and closed them tight around him, but he didn’t stop, and the pleasure grew so great, that I screamed out as I came apart.
“That’s right. Come, angel. It’s only the beginning of your pleasure. There’s so much more to experience.”
Rubbing my pussy had always felt good, but I’d never felt anything like that. There was a knot in me that needed untying, and I hoped he’d do the job soon.
He sat up and took off his shirt, and then he undid his pants and pulled them off too. My eyes widened, and my face burned with a blush as his huge erection sprang forward jutting from between his legs. It was of ample size and compared to ones I’d seen before, which wasn’t many, my ideas of what to expect had been way off.
He got on his knees and stroked himself as he looked into my eyes. “I’ll be easy.”
“It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be.”
The corners of his lips turned up. “Don’t be scared of it. Why don’t you give it a kiss and become better acquainted?” He held it out and waved me over.
I had given two blowjobs in my life, and neither was with anyone that big before. I licked my lips, and my pussy throbbed as I sat up and leaned over. My hair spilled down around me, and he gathered it up and held it as I took him into my mouth. I sucked his head a little, rolling my tongue around the rim and darting it inside the tiny slit at the tip and tasted a bit of salt.
“Take it deeper, angel. I know you can you do it. See how much.” I took a deep breath and went down, but not even halfway, he hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. I pulled away and caught my breath, and he stroked my hair.
“I can’t.” I shook my head.
“Yes, you can. You will. Relax and try again. I’ll help you.” His hand rested on the back of my head, and I began to panic, thinking he was going to force it. Instead, he guided me gently, letting me take my time, and sure enough, I went deeper than before without gagging.
That’s my girl. Do it again for me and hold it. Let me fuck that throat for a minute.” I wanted him to be proud of me and not disappoint him, so I did as he told me.
He held my head on him and thrust his hips upward to fuck my mouth as he’d wanted, and I was just getting used to it when he pulled away. “I need inside that tight pussy.” He lifted me up, laid me back on the bed, and he centered his cock at my entrance. “I’ll nudge it in nice and slow. You just relax.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
He met my eyes and smiled, and then he kissed me. “Good girl.” Then he kept his eyes focused on me, inching his cock into me, his thick bell spreading me wide and stopping against my hymen.
“This is going to hurt a little. So, take a deep breath.” He breathed with me and then his hips came forward, and I felt the burning pain of my virginity being shredded.
I whimpered, and he kissed my mouth as he arched his back and buried himself deeper, inch by inch.
“Mm. You’re so tight, angel. I’m in heaven right now. I’m going to fuck it nice and slow.” He moved his hips and eased the building pressure between my legs with each stroke and for a first time, it wasn’t that bad. I held onto his firm arms around me, loving the way his muscles rippled beneath my fingers as the pleasure built between my legs.
“How are you? Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. It feels so good, and I feel like I’m going to come agian.”
“You will come again, I command it. And soak me good, angel. You’re doing great, and you feel so good on my cock with that tight fucking pussy.” He ground his hips into me, and as he pressed hard against my clit, I started trembling again, my orgasm causing me to clench my walls, gripping him even tighter.
“I’m coming!” It was the most amazing feeling to come on his cock and know that he could feel it too.
“Good girl. Now tell me where you want it.”
I hadn’t thought about it, but since I was on the pill, I assumed things would be fine. Per the contract, I knew that he was clean. I trusted him, and I wanted my first time to be all the way.
I met his eyes as he picked up his pace. “Come inside me.”
In another moment, he thrust hard, and as I hiccupped through the pain, his hot cum shot out, coating my walls and soothing the burn.
Once he stilled, we lay there, not bothering to get up and clean ourselves and he pulled me close to him, and within minutes, his breath leveled off, and he fell asleep. I closed my eyes still reeling from the excitement, but soon followed him into sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN - CHANCE
Carrie pressed her bare ass into my cock and made a soft cooing sound. I opened my eyes, but she was still asleep.
I’d had no idea she was so green. It was going to make a few of my preferences impossible. She’d be sore for a couple of days, and with the multiple sessions I had planned, it would only get worse. I’d have to be as gentle as possible.
I planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, and she stirred. As she rolled over, I noticed her wince.
“How are you feeling?” I brushed her hair softly away from her face.
“Like I was run over by a semi.”
I stifled a chuckle as she sat up.
“Was it so bad?”
“No, it wasn’t. I mean, it hurt a little at first, but then—wow. I didn’t know that an orgasm could feel that good.”
“That was nothing; they’ll get better, I promise. Do you feel like having a bite? I ordered brunch, and it should be ready for us.” I had all our meals scheduled and hoped that if she ate she’d keep her energy up. She was going to need it.
“I could eat. I was so nervous I didn’t eat well the past few days.”
“Which is why you’re so worn out. It’s important to keep your energy up. How about a nice, hot shower and I’ll take you down after?” I took her hand and helped her to her feet.
“That sounds amazing.” She stretched and then I walked to her to the bathroom where I allowed her privacy as she showered. I went to the other bathroom across the hall and did the same. Normally I’d share a shower with he
r, but since she was sore and had bled, I figured she’d need a moment alone. When I was done, I went back across the hall to my bedroom and found her waiting. She’d cleaned up and wore another dress as I requested.
“I’m starved.” She hurried to my side, and I walked her down the long staircase. “You should have an elevator installed.” We had only made it halfway down.
“It’s good for us and will keep us in shape. I had considered an elevator, but then, figured it would take away the fun of the castle experience.”
“True. What will we do after we eat?” She kept her head down, and I knew that things had been rough on her, so I had a feeling she was asking because she thought I’d want to have sex again very soon.
“I thought I’d show you around a bit and then take you to the gallery.”
Her eyes lit with surprise, and she smiled. “That would be amazing, thank you.”
It was a refreshing feeling to know she actually cared about the castle. Most of the others had only seen the kitchen and the bedroom and some of my living quarters. I’d never taken anyone over to the gallery and had only used the room for a personal relaxation room.
We entered the kitchen, and I took her to a small table I’d had brought in especially for me and my guests to eat.
“This is where you have all your meals?” She looked around and lowered herself into one of the tall-back chairs. “No offense, but this is a bit off-scale considering the furniture you have in the main room.”
“I like to be intimate when I eat. I’ll show you what I mean when I take you around. The dining hall is monstrous. The chairs are so massive that it’s like eating on a throne.”
“Aren’t you king of this castle?” She met my eyes and with a narrowed look.
“You have to ask?” Her cheeks reddened, and she was distracted as my cook placed our brunch before us. I had ordered us both an egg white omelet and toast, and she quickly dug into hers, taking healthy bites and only stopped long enough to gulp down her orange juice.
She glanced up and caught me watching. “I’m sorry, I must look like a pig. It’s just that I don’t usually have time to eat, so I tend to eat fast.”
“You can take your time. It’s not going anywhere, and there are no tables to wait on and no one to take care of. Enjoy.” I wondered what it was like to constantly have to look after others. I’d been fortunate that I hadn’t had to take care of anyone, which the more I thought about it, was sad.
“I’ve done it all so long that I’m not sure how to stop worrying about others. It’s all I can do not to cut your omelet up for you. Or to bring you a second helping. Lately, it’s been a bit different with my father in the home, but it got so bad that he couldn’t be alone while I worked and the lady that used to sit with him is in bad health too.”
“It sounds like you’ve never really taken a minute for yourself.” I couldn’t help but admire her, and it wasn’t the first time she’d surprised me. She wasn’t like the other type I’d brought here. Her looks, while beautiful like theirs, were more wholesome and her naivety didn’t dumb her down or make her a bitch like it had some of the women. She was mature and caring, without a selfish bone in her body. I had to remind myself not to get to wrapped up in her.
I’d never been so interested or intrigued before, and I couldn’t let that get in the way of what I had going for me. I’d carefully laid out all the rules and planned these trips to treat myself, and as much as I liked her, it couldn’t be more. I had to stick to the arrangements.
We finished our meals and then I led her through the castle and then out into the courtyard. The sunlight hit her face, and as she closed her eyes and tilted her head up as if basking in it, I knew I was in trouble. Not only was she the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but I could see myself caring about her.
I held her hand all the way across the courtyard, where she stopped and smelled every flower we passed.
She touched her nose to one bright red rose. “I’ve never smelled anything so sweet. Did you plant these?” She closed her eyes and savored it.
“No, they were here when I bought the place. I hired a gardener to keep all the plants and flowers. No telling how long some of them have been around.” I pinched off a red bloom and handed it to her. “Now you can take that scent with you.” She put her nose to the flower once more, and I noticed the color matched her lips.
We walked hand in hand to the other tower, and once we went inside, I led her down the long hallway on the main floor to the gallery.
As she walked into the room, I heard a gasp as she held her heart. “It’s breathtaking.” She took off, walking to the far side of the room by one of the large windows and stood looking up at the highest hung paintings. “Your mother painted some of these?”
“I keep hers mixed with the others, all but for this one.” I walked to the simple still-life painting my mother had done of a fruit basket when I was a child, and she walked across the room to join me. “It’s not her best, but I remember her painting this one. I was one of her last. We’d gone to the market down the street from our home where she’d chosen the fruits by their colors.” I pointed to the one, empty banana peel next to the bowl. “I ate that on the way home.”
She met my eyes with a smile. “That’s a sweet memory. And she was really good. Hers is better than most of these. The colors are so much more vibrant, yet the strokes, it gives it that classic look. Like it was painted a century ago.”
She stared closely at the painted as if taking in every stroke. “Show me more of her work.”
“How about you see if you can find them. Stand here and see if you can point them out.” I pointed to a place in the middle of the room, and she looked at the paintings with a finger curled to her lips.
Then suddenly, she took off toward one. “That one, there. Is that you?”
“No, it’s actually my father when he was a boy. She painted it from a photograph. She wasn’t happy with the outcome, so she rarely painted portraits.”
“She should have done more. She was good at them.”
“I agree. And you have a good eye.” I waited as she stepped back and chose another painting, and we spent another few hours lounging around the room and playing the game. And all I could think about was how special she was.
Damnit Chance, what are you doing?
CHAPTER EIGHT - CARRIE
I woke to him stirring beside me. It had been two days since I’d lost my virginity and other than holding my hand and stealing a few kisses as we lounged in the gallery, Chance had not tried to take advantage of our sexual arrangement. I assumed that maybe I hadn’t been very good, or that perhaps he was giving me time to heal. I was sore from his intrusion, and while I was thankful for the break, I wondered if it would only hurt again and again each time.
I also couldn’t help but wonder if he’d continue to be gentle, which was nice, but some of my urges had me wishing that he’d be a little more aggressive. I could take it, but I was sure if I suggested, he’d be upset. He’d been very particular that things be in his time and his way, and I had a feeling he’d already had to change his rules because of my virginity.
I got up and headed to the shower, hoping to let the steam wake me up, but then he appeared in the doorway on the other side of the frosted glass. Though his image was distorted, I could tell what he was doing as he took off his shorts and approached. He opened the door and stepped inside.
The shower was big enough for at least four people, and I wondered if he’d ever filled it to capacity. He seemed like the kind of man who could satisfy multiple women, and had a time or two.
I knew better than to protest, and as my eyes trailed up and down his body, I didn’t mind. He was a work of art, and after seeing so many of the paintings in the gallery, the nudes of angels, and the loin-clothed warriors, he had them all beat.
“I hope you don’t mind me joining you.” He stepped up behind me, and his cock brushed against my lower back.
“Of course not.”
“I’ve given you a couple of days, but I’m afraid I can’t wait much longer to have you again, Carrie.” He brought his arms around my waist and pulled me closer and bent his knees so that his cock slipped between my legs and he ground his hips against me. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered.
I let my head fall to the side as his mouth pressed against my neck and walked us forward to the wall, where I put my hands up to steady myself. “I don’t think I want you to be too gentle.”
He stopped, his body seeming to tighten behind me. “If you’re absolutely sure I don’t have to be.”
“I’m sure.” I knew what I was asking and the consequences, but I wanted to be taken harder. I wanted to experience all I could with him during my time. “I’m sorry about the other day. I want to be better for you.”
“You were amazing the other day.” He kissed my neck and trailed his mouth down my back and knelt down, parting my ass cheeks. Suddenly his tongue darted, and he licked my little star, causing me to tighten.
“I’m not ready for that.” I pulled away, and he turned me around and licked my slit.
“I know. But you will be before you leave, so I like to train it a bit. You’ll appreciate it later, trust me.” He lapped at my front and the little bare cleft between my legs, and then he parted my folds and exposed my clit. His mouth closed on me, and he nibbled and sucked, causing me to grip his hair and hold him on me as I clenched. A wave of ecstasy washed over me, and he looked up into my eyes as he slipped two thick fingers inside me. “Mm. You’re already so wet; I think you’re ready.”
My need was so great that I pulled him up and gripped his waist, hitching my leg up around him. I wanted him inside me, filling me up and easing the growing tingle between my legs.
He responded to my actions with his own, and he placed his hand on my hip and then aimed his cock for my entrance. “I’m going to put you on the wall and the fuck you hard. Do you want that, angel?”
