First Time with the Major

by Mia Ford

  With everything else transferred, I have to move Emily. I’m worried she’ll wake up the whole time, from picking her up and taking her out the room and the suite, then walking down the hall and letting her into her new room. I leave her sleeping and go to my room to grab a few hours of sleep myself.

  ***

  Later on, I’m awake before she is, and I take a shower, then order something for the both of us for breakfast. I wait for her in the front room of the suite.

  I hear when she wakes up. It's impossible not to because she’s so noisy. She comes out of the bedroom, with her robe wrapped around her tightly scowling. It darkens when she lays eyes on me.

  “Where am I?” she asks with her hands on her hips.

  I don’t mind seeing it, the fire she hadn't let out last night. The contrast is interesting, actually, and seeing all the sides of her is part of what this trip is about, after all.

  “You're in a different room, Emily,” I answer calmly, getting to my feet. “More importantly, your breakfast’s waiting, I bet you're hungry.”

  I gesture toward the couch and pull the cart from the door. I transfer the trays of food to the table, while she stands back and watches.

  “But I already moved to a different room, so why take me to another room? And how did you even…how many times do I need to move on one weekend?”

  She’s blushing, and I have to fight a smile. She has to have known the only way she could be moved was to be carried, and that must be what upsets her the most. The fact that I took her and she didn’t even know.

  “I thought it would be more comfortable for you here,” I answer honestly. “Don't worry; you slept in the bed alone.”

  She squirms in place. “S-sorry about that. I didn’t mean to fall asleep…”

  “It’s fine.”

  I knew that if I’d stayed in the same bed with her, I would want her again and again. She couldn’t handle it, more to the point neither could I as the hunger inside me was turning into a thirst on a hot summer’s day. The more I drink, the thirstier I become.

  I leave out that part as I explain to her, “So I got a new room, and I’ll be checking out of my former room later on.”

  “And… my room?”

  “Don’t worry. I moved your things here because I thought you’d like to have them nearby, but you can go back to your room at any time you feel like. Or, I can book you a new one. I’m not forcing you to share with me.” I move to sit down and pat the seat beside me. “Now, why don’t you come and eat with me?”

  She doesn’t move immediately, and I wait patiently as she arranges her thoughts.

  “Are you toying with me?” she mutters as if she’s trying to make sense of it all.

  I raise an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

  “You're toying with me, aren’t you? This is all part of your game. You tied me, blindfolded me, and now you seem set on confusing me too. One minute we’re in one hotel and the next we’re in another. Not only that but we’ve moved more rooms in such a short space of time, this must mean that you’re punishing me for..”

  Before she can even finish her sentence. I’m kissing her and comforting her once again. It’s as if her panicking sets me up in a wave.

  She takes a few deep breaths as I hold her and then set her back down. She nearly fell in my arms.

  “I just think that these rooms are better. I prefer this hotel to the other. Nothing more and there’s no hidden agenda. Now, are you going to eat? Or am I going to have to tie you to the chair and force feed you?”

  She laughs at that statement and says, “Force feed me. No, but maybe feed me. I’ve never done that before.”

  “You haven’t done anal either?”

  She smiles, “You promised that we'd do that later.”

  “One thing about me Emily, I’m a man of my word, and I never break my promise.”

  “Good,” she blurts out. “Because I’m starving.”

  She winks at me, and for a second I wonder if she’s talking about the actual food or sex? She doesn’t let on about what’s going on. As she starts acting innocently all the time tightening her white robe and exposing her legs. She’s letting me know that she wasn’t talking about the food. I can’t help but slide my hand up her leg; she moves closer towards me. I let go, thinking that she needs to eat for now because she’ll be needing her energy much later on.

  Chapter Nine

  Emily

  “Wow, I haven’t had a full breakfast for ages,” I say as I stand up and then start to let my robe slide to the floor. I want more of what we did earlier. Now, I’ve had a taste of him. This. I can’t think of any better way than to enjoy him once again. We only have one day left, and I want to make sure that it’s all about sex, sex, and sex.

  Like a drug addict needing a fix, I walk up to him and sit down on him. I start grinding my pussy against his rising dick.

  “This is what you like right?”

  He slowly pushes me away from him, and a wave of panic enters my mind.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  He shakes his head, “No, all good things come to those who wait.”

  I smirk, “Will you ever stop playing games?”

  He sighs as he stands us both up.

  “Emily, I need you to get showered and changed, I thought that you understood about last night. But it seems as if I was wrong.”

  I roll my eyes, “You sound like my dad.”

  His face changes from a loving one, back to that cold man. The one that seems to reel his head from time-to-time.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to mention him. That was a crap thing to do. But I’m standing here naked,” I open up my arms. I want him to look at me. Marvin does the opposite and walks away.

  “Everything that happens now is on my terms. We only have sex when I say we do.You only come when I want you to. Nothing is for you to decide or think about. Unless I tell you to do it. Do you understand?”

  I find myself breathless and flustered as he’s so close to me. His cock is rising, and I know that he wants to take me, but something’s holding him back, and I have no idea what.

  He closes his eyes, “You need to get showered and dressed,” he repeats and then he stands by the window.

  What the heck?

  I move to my room and slam the door behind me. I can’t believe that he’s treating me this way. And I want to leave. I feel so frustrated thinking about myself being out there and being rejected like that. It’s so damn humiliating and yet for some reason when he said those things he had me turned on. Hearing his command made me even more wet between the legs.

  I’m standing by the door. Thinking that he’ll come to apologize, but he doesn’t. I don’t know how long I’m standing there, before the phone rings.

  I run to it thinking that it’s him in the other room.

  I put on a seductive voice, “Emily Collins speaking.”

  “Hi, this is Kurt. Remember I drove you from the airport and then to the hotel last night.”

  My memory can be faded at times, but I only saw him last night. Of course, I remember him. Then again, maybe there are people that he drives that don’t remember him and that’s why he’s saying that.

  I slump on the bed, “Sure, Kurt. What’s up?”

  I’m naked and normally when I’m like this all I can think to do is cover up. I’m not the kind of girl that walks around her apartment naked, Michelle and even Becky or other friend do it from time-to-time. They claim that they walk around in clothes all day, being at home in your space is the best time to be free. The only reason I’m doing it is because I’m hoping that Marvin will come to his senses and just take me.

  Why all the games?

  “I’m bringing the limo down in about twenty minutes. Mr. White said that I should come to collect you–”

  “But he’s in the next room!”

  I realize that maybe he’s not, because why else would Kurt be calling me.

  “Not anymore. I’ll be there in twenty minute
s to pick you up.”

  “Okay.”

  “Bye,” Kurt says as he hangs up the phone.

  I can’t believe that he left so soon. I don’t even bother to check because I know that there’s no way that he'll still be in his room otherwise why would Kurt call?

  I jump up and hop into the shower. He said that I should get showered and dressed, and that’s exactly what I intend to do. After a quick shower, I put on my red dress. Something that I feel like wearing today, it’s a crossover dress, and my breasts are on display to tease him and enough for him to give me what I want. I pick up my key, one last check, but my hair’s damp and I don’t have time to dry it. I’m too excited. I decide to tie it up in a loose ponytail which should help it dry to some extent in no time. With my matching red heels, I know that he won’t be able to resist me.

  No matter how hard he tries, I hit the elevator button and smile to myself. Marvin wants to be in control, but somehow I feel as if he loses it whenever I’m around, and that’s the part that frustrates him the most.

  I keep my eye focused on the exit. I know hat Kurt’s waiting for me. I spent a little longer than twenty minutes. If I’d dried my hair then I would have spent even more time getting ready and one thing I know Marvin hates and that’s to be kept waiting. It seems to be something that I’m doing this weekend, and I smile as I approach Kurt who’s standing by the limo ready to open the door.

  “Hi, Kurt. I hope that I didn’t keep you waiting?”

  He shakes his head, “Not an issue. Ms. Crawford you look lovely today.”

  I’m taken aback by what appears to be an empty limo. I walk in, and I’m disappointed that he’s not inside.

  “Kurt, he’s not here.”

  He shakes his head, “But he left something for you.” Then he shuts the door, and I look around the limo, unclear what he means. I feel as if I don’t care right now because I thought that he'd take me here in the limo. That he wouldn’t be able to resist any longer. That’s when I see a golden box with an envelope on top of it. There’s no hesitation as I rip open the envelope and Kurt starts the engine.

  I start to read the note, and I shake my head wondering when he had time to do all this, I was only with him a few minutes ago.

  Emily,

  Change into what’s in the box. Nothing else. Then afterward put the blindfold on. You wanted sex earlier. I’ll give it to you. If you do exactly as I say right now.

  Marvin

  I open the box and inside is a beautiful golden silk dress. I run my hands through it as it delicately tickles my skin and inside is a matching blindfold. Marvin likes to play his games, but then I hesitate as I think about Kurt driving. I wonder if he can see me in the back. Then again, if he can do so what?

  I know for sure that I want Marvin and as he confirmed in his note. He wants me too. That’s all that matters, as I start to peel off my clothes awkwardly crouching in the back of the limo. That’s when it stops, and I quickly put on the blindfold. I wanted to fold my clothes neatly, but it’s clear that I don’t have time. Once again Marvin wants to play, and I’m ever so willing, knowing that it’s his rules and the only way for me to get my prize is to follow them.

  Chapter Ten

  Marvin

  I watch from the sidewalk as the limo comes to a stop. I know Emily’s inside, hopefully, changed into her little gift that I left in the limo and I can’t wait to see her.

  When I invited her out for a long weekend, I had imagined spending Friday night and most of Saturday getting her adjusted to BDSM.

  Then again, I had a lot longer when I was getting used to the idea. I had a mature teacher. My very own Mrs. Robinson, who made Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate look as if he knew what he was doing, I wasn’t so keen at first. But then the more I learned, the more it became second nature to me.

  Once the car stops and Kurt come out, he nods his head. I know that Emily must be in the car before he confirms it.

  “She’s in the car, Sir.”

  I nod in approval. “Goodman. You’ll be driving us all over the city. I want to see the sites.”

  That’s a lie. The view outside the limo is the last thing I’m going to have on my mind.

  “Do you have any particular sites that you want to see?”

  Too many, but they’ll all be in the back of the limo with Emily.

  “Surprise me!”

  I pat Kurt on the back, and he has a quizzed look on his face. He’s been here a few times because he’s the only driver that I travel with. The rest I don’t feel comfortable knowing all my plans, but I do with Kurt.

  He reaches for the door and holds it open for me. I slide in quickly, and the door closes behind me. A moment later, the car starts moving. Then I turn to look at Emily.

  She’s wearing the lingerie I left her, and I grin at how good she looks. It’s a sexy gold two-piece set that hugs her breasts at the right places and panties that leave her entrance open for whatever I like - either my fingers or my cock. She’s sitting on the seat, facing forward so I can see her perfectly from the side, but she turns to face me as I slide across the leather, though she can’t see me with the matching blindfold that she dutifully has put on.

  “No need to be so nervous, Emily.You can relax.”

  She sighs, her body losing some of its tension. “This is all new to me. And then while we were driving, I was worried that you wouldn’t come. That you would just reject me again.”

  A smile teases on her lips, and I chuckle. I glance around and find a piece of fabric folded on the seat underneath the partition that separated the front and back of the limo. It is closed, and I assume the dress is whatever she was wearing before. I see her bra on top of the folded fabric.

  I can feel a satisfied grin stretching my face. She looks beautiful, and I can’t wait to get my hands all over her body.

  Impatience gets the better of me as I growl, “Follow my voice and come towards me.”

  She complies immediately, lowering off the seat and kneeling as she crawls on the floor. I wasn’t expecting her to do that; she’s trying to take control again. Obeying and showing them that I can’t deny her as much as I’m tempted too at the best of times.

  My eyes widen at the seductive move as I see her breasts on full display.

  Her hand comes in contact with my leg, and she gets up on her knees. I let my knees spread apart and touch her arm so she would know to continue forward until she hits the seat.

  “And now?” she asks seductively as she’s holding onto my knees and her head is so close to my cock that it’s so fucking hard to resist her.

  “What do you want to do, Emily?”

  I decide that I’m going to give her a choice, even though it’s pretty obvious what she wants to do. Emily raises her eyebrows and hesitates in speaking before she says,

  “You’re asking what I want to do?”

  “It’s what I just said,” I tease, touching her chin to tilt her head back further.

  “I had so many things in mind, but now having you in between my legs. My cock’s fucking rising like a skyscraper, I think that maybe you have something particular in mind. You’ve been a good girl. I just want to reward you.”

  She chews lightly on her lip, and I have to bite back a groan as my eyes drop to her mouth. Her lips are wet and glossy, and I can tell it’s more from spit than some lip gloss.

  “I want to do what you want to do.”

  I was wrong; she’s fucking learning a lot quicker than I gave her credit for at first. I trail kisses across her forehead down to her cheeks.

  “You’re looking so fucking sexy right now,” I murmur with my lips by her ear. Then I take her earlobe between my teeth and give it a careful nip. Emily gasps and tilts her head back, pushing her breasts into my chest.

  I pull back to see her face. She’s panting, her cheeks a light pink, and the first thing on my mind is how much I want to kiss her. I look around and see the bottle of champagne I'd asked for with the limo. It’s sitting in a bucket
of ice, already opened, and I reach for it, not bothering with the glasses stacked on a tray beside it.

  Turning back to Emily, I lean down for a soft, slow kiss. There is some hesitation at first; then she starts to move in time to my lips. As I start to fuck her mouth with my tongue.I press my thumb against the edge of her jaw, encouraging her to open her mouth wider, as I push her back just a little, then I open my mouth and let the champagne spill into her mouth, following it with my tongue. My hand moves to circle her throat gently, feeling it bob slightly as she swallowed, running my tongue in every crevice of her mouth, loving the moan that slips out her throat at the attention.

  I lick the champagne that’s escaped from her mouth and lick it with my tongue. I stop for a second and Emily barks, “M-more.”

  “What?”

  Thinking that I must have misheard her.

  “I love the champagne. I want more, please.”

  “I didn’t know that you liked champagne, Emily.” I reach for the bottle, t then take her face between my hands. She has her parts her lips eagerly as I let the drink spill from my mouth to hers.

  Her bold words surprised me, but I can’t hold my arousal any longer. She follows the movements of my hands as I shift her and her back’s facing me. I sit between my legs on the seat, with my arm wrapped around her waist to hold her fast.

  “You’re so fucking sexy and wet for me right now.”

  She gasps as I bare a breast, and watch her nipple perk up in the cool air. I cup her breast in my hand, gently pinch her nipple. She arches her back as I reach for her other breast.I squeeze my legs around her, holding both her breasts in my palms and playing with her nipples. Her breathing has already sped up, and I have my lips pressed against her neck.

  “Do you like that?”

  She hums, “Yes.”

  “Remember what you asked me after breakfast?”

  I wait for her to respond, but she’s pushing her ass deeper against my groin, and it’s fucking driving me insane.

  I start to bite gently on her neck while blowing in her ear.