First Time with the Major

by Mia Ford

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you’ll never forget it.”

  I want to tell him that last night, hoovering in mid-air and being fucked on the swing was memorable and something that I’d never forget in a hurry. I wonder what he thinks that he’s going to do on the bed that’ll top that?

  He completely moves away from me and once again I imagine him stripping and the temptation to look is on my mind, but then I think that if I do. If I break the rules, then it will be over. I don’t know what the time is, but I know that we only have one night. He left me today and I want to make sure that he doesn’t do the same thing tomorrow.

  I want him to think of me as the best submissive that he’s ever had and then as I hear the condom packet open. I start to move my hips so that I can take of my panties.

  “I never said that you should take them off. Leave them where they are. That’s my job.”

  His voice is moving around, he’s not standing still and I have so many thoughts raising through my mind.

  “I left you today, so that you could heal. I didn’t want to have the temptation of being near you today.”

  I smile at the idea that he was thinking of me today. That was playing on my mind, all waited for him.

  I never even used to wait for Sam. If he was around and then it would be a bonus. If not, then I could do all the things that I couldn’t do whenever Sam was around and that was my free time. The time for me to be myself.

  Joshua starts playing with me, “I can see that you’re wet, but not wet enough.”

  I open my legs wider as his fingers near my entrance and my panties are still on. Begging him to take them off. They’re wet and I’m embarrassed at the way that he can make me wet by just walking in the room. He did it at the ball when I first saw him. I can’t believe that it was only yesterday. Since then so much has happened between us, but as he’s still a stranger I feel that nothing has happened at all.

  “I don’t want you to hurt. We have all day tomorrow and if you’re a good girl then all night all over again in the playroom.”

  He has it all planned out, but there’s just one thing. If it means him spanking me the same way that he did last night. I don’t want to be a good girl, I’ll do everything in my power to be bad. He can swing me all through the night. Fuck me anyway he wants in the swing as long as he does it. As long as his thick cock fills me up.

  “I need you to be dripping like you were last night. I wonder what will make you drip?”

  I don’t know if it’s his accent or the way he pronounces every single word, but that’s alone to start a waterfall in between my legs.

  “What did you enjoy more about last night?”

  I’m just about to answer him, when he’s back sucking on my nipple again. He’s moving from one to the next quickly one minute and then slowly the next.

  “Hmm,” I purr as I’m unable to speak as he bites my areole and then once again there’s something in between my legs. But I’m sure that it’s not his fingers. It’s his big, fat cock.

  He starts to pull my panties ever so slowly, it feels like a slow torment. I want him to fuck me so badly and he’s doing everything in slow motion. Teasing me by his cock being further and further away.

  My sex is screaming out of control, it wants him so badly and he knows it. From the moment he enters I tense up, not because he’s so big. But he came in by surprise. He didn’t come in when he took my panties. No, he played with my feet and then as he laid on top of me he doesn’t waste any time entering, not slowly but with one thrust.

  “Joshua!” I yell out as he enters.

  “I told you that I’ll fuck you so hard!”

  A promise that he’d intended to keep as he continues to pump and down on top of me. Then he moves my left leg so that it bridges a bigger gap between us and then my right. I can feel him pumping up and down.

  “Fuck yeah!”

  He yells out and I’m conscious in case Asun is here. If he did leave me, I knew that I couldn’t face her if she knew what we were up to. I’m trying to bite my tongue and not speak, let alone scream.

  He moves a different angle, as he starts to move into a slow circle and I can’t help but let loose everything that I’ve been keeping inside of me. My body feels as if it’s being ripped apart. I don’t know when my first climax finishes and when the next one starts.

  His hands are moving greedily over my body. One minute they’re gripping tightly onto my butt and the next they’re fondling my breasts. Every sensation’s sending waves through me as it’s as if he can’t get enough of me.

  I respond to his touch with screams, it’s as if the louder I scream the wilder he seems to get taking me.

  “Fuck me harder!”

  I scream out, as I feel my next climax starting or it could have been finishing, everything felt as if he it was happening at the same time. He’s doing all the work, but I feel as if I’m having the workout of a lifetime as his hips crash against my butt.

  I think that the bed’s going to break, but I don’t care as he starts to jerk and I know what’s going to happen next.

  “I’m fucking coming!”

  “Don’t stop!”

  I’m the one that’s slapping his butt and he laughs and says, “You’re such a bad girl. Fucking going to get you for that.”

  Yes, he’s going to punish me. He’s right about one thing, he’s fucking me so damn hard and it’s something that I won’t forget and then as he starts jerking like a machine gun. I know that he’s no longer coming, he’s reached the point of no return. I laugh out of relief for now. There’s no doubt in my mind that this isn’t the end and there’s more to come. But for now, I’m happy to get the rest. It felt as if it was getting too much for me.

  And then out of nowhere as he starts to get his breath back together, he does the one thing that I’ve wanted him to do when he came in the room.

  He presses his lips against mine and whispers as if he can hardly speak, “You really are a bad girl.”

  At last he kissed me, it may not be a big deal to him, but as he flops on the side of the bed next to me. It means so much to me. I can feel the connection between us, I’m not naive to think that I’m the only girl that’s had the pleasure of Joshua Moore. But, I don’t want to be a statistic. Even when it comes to an end, I want to be more than that.

  The kiss just confirmed that I want it and maybe that he’s willing to give it.

  Chapter Ten

  Scarlett

  Joshua left the room telling me that he’s left an alarm and when it rings, then I’ll have to have dinner together. I felt like a teenager going on a first date from the time that the alarm rang.

  I was too tired to wake up earlier, but now I have the strength after recovering from the fuck of the year.

  What is it about this man that just makes me want to have sex so much?

  I want to ask Gretchen if she’s ever had this type of craving and then I decide that I’m twenty-five, not five. I don’t need to consult her for everything, even if I’ve been feeling that way ever since I broke up with Sam. I decide on a black crossover dress. I’m going for sexy. I want him to see me as a submissive, one that he’s molded in only a day.

  I tie my hair in a bun, leaving my neckline’s fully exposed, and as much as I love this dress, I know it’s a little short. I know if he’s standing at the bottom of the stairs, then he’ll see my thong, and for that reason, I wear a thong, because with him I feel sexy. The girl who has been living in her sweats has disappeared.

  I hardly wear makeup, but tonight, I’ve put on a bit of rouge and sprayed Paco Rabanne on me from head to toe. I have a necklace that I think will match the dress. It’s a gold rope necklace with a rope pendant for the middle which will sit comfortably in between my breasts. Everything fits perfectly as I think about our date.

  We’ve done the reverse of what most people do. Or maybe that’s just me. Gretchen says that I live in a glass box sometimes, but then again when you’ve spent the la
st five years cleaning up after one man then you tend to not notice what’s going on in the world. Or that’s my excuse for my ignorance? Everything fits perfectly I think as I stare in the mirror. Only yesterday I was looking in a different mirror thinking the complete opposite. And now, one day later. I feel different I admire my body as I stare in the mirror. My breasts are on full view and I take one last look as I take one deep breath as I gaze in the mirror once more. I leave the room and wonder tonight if by any chance I’ll be sleeping in it alone.

  I never thought that he would kiss me, he seemed to make a point of not wanting to do so tonight could be the start of something or like he said in the car on the way here.

  Just one fucking weekend. I’m getting too nervous. I start to sweat a bit and cling on to the stair rail as I head to the dining room. I try to control my breathing even more with the distraction of my heels. I concentrate on just getting down the stairs without breaking my neck. The stairwell seems even more elongated than earlier today. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

  I don’t even think of composing myself before entering through the dining room door. Joshua said that it was on the left, the part of the house, like so much of it that I never entered. I didn’t want to pry then, but knowing that he’s here doesn’t stop me from opening it. That and I’m really hungry and having visions of Luisa’s curry chicken on the table.

  I laugh because I’m sure that she’s not going to make the same thing that she made this afternoon. I’m taken aback, but I hold my gaze steady as he keeps his only on me. Joshua’s wearing an apron and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he was the chef tonight.

  “You cooked?”

  “Good evening Scarlett,” he says as he takes out a chair. The idea that he’s a chef and he has a table for six when I get the impression, that he normally eats alone. Again, I start to wonder if this is too good to be true.

  “And yes, I did cook. Does that surprise you?”

  I nod my head as I stare into his emerald eyes. I take in all his features bit by bit, and I open my mouth to speak, but all that enters is air, and nothing leaves, only silence. I clear my throat because he doesn’t understand that I’m a sea of emotion right now.

  No man has ever cooked for me.

  Never!

  I dated Sam during and after college. The best he could do was order take out and even then, he would always call me to take the order. Always claiming that knew what I would like to eat.

  Joshua stands before me and traces his finger softly on my face as if he’s seeing a long-lost friend or lover. I’m just about to turn and sit in the chair that he’s pulled out, but his finger meets my mouth, he leans forward, presses his lips to mine, and as his tongue enters, I melt at the fact that he’s not only kissed me once today, but twice.

  “Sorry,” he says as he pulls back. He was so gentle as if he was trying to taste my lips like he’s been doing with my body.

  “Why did you stop?”

  He ignores me as he says, “Because we’re supposed to be eating. Besides we haven’t even had a conversation. Apart from you trying to make sure that my sound proof house can be heard by all the neighbors.”

  I laugh, “Maybe if you weren’t so bent on trying to make me scream then you wouldn’t have that problem.”

  “Sit down so that we can eat.”

  “Yes, sir!” I salute him as I sit down. Then he pulls the wall behind me, which turns out to be a door.

  “It’s quicker to move the food this way. Asun told me that you like chicken.”

  “How did she know?”

  I wonder if she was sitting and watching me while I was sitting in the kitchen alone. The idea of it makes me feel nervous.

  “Oh, she said that you started eating the chicken first. Dead giveaway. Besides Asun’s a fantastic cook, you should have helped yourself to more food if you loved it so much.”

  “I didn’t want to overeat, in case you were…”

  Now, I feel embarrassed that I’m admitting that I didn’t want to eat without him.

  “I know I shouldn’t have left you. We only have one weekend together and besides I’ve never done anything like this before, it felt kind of weird knowing what to do.”

  “Because you’ve never spent so much time with someone?”

  I can tell that I’ve touched a nerve. He moves away from me again and goes to get something in the kitchen. Or so that’s what he’s pretending to do.

  I’m just about to stand up when he comes back.

  “I hope that you like cosmopolitan food?”

  I’m not even sure what it is, but it smells great. Actually, as I sit there I recognize that scent. I’ve had it enough times to know that before he even lifts up the lid. I know that it’s McDonald’s.

  I laugh as I see that it is McDonald’s.

  “So, you have a sense of humor?”

  He asks, “The question is, are a Big-Mac girl or a chicken nugget child?”

  “Really so, women that eat chicken nuggets are considered kids?”

  He smirks, “I knew that you were a chicken nuggets kind of girl.”

  “How’s that possible?”

  “You look like a picker, the type that would snack on everything including their meal and miss out their chance of having a real burger.”

  I laugh as he puts the nuggets on my plate with the fries and then he pours us glasses of red wine and I take a sip. Before I entered the room, I was nervous but as we talk, eat and drink. I see a different side of him. Maybe, because we’re no longer in the room. No longer thinking about fucking each other’s brains out.

  “We only have one fucking weekend, we should make the most of it.”

  He waves his finger at me, as he smiles, “You’re quoting my words at me. Touché.” Then he lifts his glass up and toasts to me.

  “Okay, seeing as you’ve had a bit too much wine. There’s something that I really need to know.”

  “Why I have a playroom?”

  I shake my head.

  “Why I put myself for sale on the auction?”

  I frown because that had crossed my mind once, but then it feels irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.

  “Nope.”

  “Okay, I give up. What’s been going through your pretty little head?”

  As he pops the last fry into his mouth. I blurt out, “Okay so please explain to me why there are no pictures anywhere in this house.”

  He makes that face again, the same one that he made when I was trying to talk to him on a personal level before when I entered the dining room.

  “Because some things are too painful to face.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “My mom died of cancer and my dad hung himself.”

  I’m expecting him to say something more, but he doesn’t the conversation ends like that and part of me is searching for a way to make it up to him. To make him see that it’s the past and this is the future, but it dawns on me once again.

  We may have had sex, but it doesn’t mean that we know each other.

  “I shouldn’t have asked and I’m sorry for doing so,” a line has been drawn between us and I question if I should leave now. I never know what to do in the best of times. Especially when it comes to the darkness that’s buried inside of Joshua. He confirmed it by the way he spoke about his parents. I want to ask about other family members, even crack a joke about how mine are alive and they know nothing about me.

  They don’t know that I’m homeless and living with my bestie. I’m twenty-five, unemployed, overweight and I have no future.

  “You see me and think that I have it all?” He's striking me as a man that loves to judge. He probably sees me as the rich, spoiled little girl. I start to get angry thinking that he doesn't know me at all.

  He shakes his head, “No one has it all. It doesn’t exist.”

  His answer surprises me.

  “Some people are happy in their lives. They…”

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sp; “Stand up!”

  I shake my head because I like the fact that we're open and for the first time in my life, I want to share my nightmares. But, just like that he completely switches.

  “We don’t need to do this; we can talk.”

  “We did that, and now I want to fuck.”

  I hate the way that he’s so crude, he lets down his guard for two minutes, and right then he switches the table. Can he just not talk? Have a conversation and then have sex? But then maybe sex is his means of expressing how he feels. Maybe that's how we bond together when he’s in between my legs and not just his cock.

  “I’m not repeating myself again, Scarlett!”

  He’s no longer smiling or exchanging words as he was a few minutes ago. Now, he’s commanding me and making me feel uncomfortable. I want to tell him that I’m sorry. That I shouldn’t have interfered. Before I even get the chance to do that like a panther, he kicks over the chair that I once sat on and he’s holding me. It’s as if time stands still as I freeze. I’m debating in my mind if I should just use the safe word.

  Then again, curiosity gets the better of me once again, and I want to know how far he’ll go. Will I push him that he will become violent or will he awaken from the dark cloud and realize that the past in the past. That was what he said, but judging by the lack of photos and his dismissal of the subject I get the impression that they were empty words.

  He drags my dress off my body.

  “Ah!”

  I shout out, thinking that I need to say, Elsa. I need to use my safe word now.

  Then he tugs at my bra and pulls it apart. It snaps at my back. I’m acting as if I know him in the short time that we’ve been together. I was with Sam for five years, and if someone had told me that he'd do the things that he did, I would have laughed in his face.

  I know that any moment now. Joshua will stop.

  Then he bends down and rips my thongs like they’re a piece of string.

  I’m standing naked, not facing him, but the door. The one that I can run to so quickly, and he couldn’t stop me. I wouldn’t even need a safe word, and he would never see me again.