“Patience.” He lifted another vibrator that wasn’t much thicker around than a toothbrush. It had a wide end, and I watched as he covered it with lubrication from a tube. A small bulb-like device hung from the other end, but I had no idea what use it had. With slow, deliberate movements, he inched inside my back entrance until the wider base forced him to stop.
“Tell me when this gets uncomfortable.”
My eyes widened as he squeezed the small bulb and I felt the toy expanding inside me. Now I knew what is was for, but focused more on the stretching sensation filling my ass. The moment I felt overly full, I spoke. “Sir?”
His hand stopped pumping the object, and he smiled. “How does that feel?”
Honestly it felt like I needed to go to the bathroom and release something, but I didn’t want to say that. “Strange, Sir.”
“You’ll get used to it.” He lifted his hand to tug on the chain holding the clamps to my nipples. The sensations together were almost too much and I was more aware of my body than I’d ever been before. I was very conscious of the one part of my body I wanted filled. “Please, Sir.”
He didn’t answer me, instead he picked up a feather from his pile of goodies, and lightly played over my clit with it. The stimulation was just enough that it made me want even more. I wiggled on the bed in response. Of course, the movement made the plug in my ass more noticeable and I wasn’t sure I’d live through his antics.
Luca wasn’t helping either, circling the tiny soft feather over the lips of my sex and clit until I was ready to scream in frustration. “Sir, please!”
“What does my sweet girl need?” There was no playfulness on his face as he continued to tease me mercilessly.
I fought against the mental barrier that told me to keep my mouth shut about my needs, and the desire to have him inside. “I want you, Sir.” The words were quietly spoken, almost as if I spoke them too loudly I was breaking some rule.
“You have me. I’m right here.” Each skillful stroke of the feather against my clit, made the need increase tenfold.
“Inside me.” I couldn’t believe I said that, but there was no way I was taking it back. I did want him. More than I’d ever wanted any man in my life. More than the fears about how he could hurt me during the act. He had beaten my concerns by showing me that my body wanted those things I’d denied myself.
He dropped the toy on the bed, and moved over to straddle my face, his impressive cock scant inches from my mouth. “Please me.”
Opening my mouth I felt his wide, mushroom shaped head slip in and I suckled him like a starving woman. I’d never given head before, and felt awkward as he inched forward slightly, then retreated. My hands were bound so all I could do was take what he offered. The salty essence of him found my tongue, and I discovered I enjoyed it, suckling down the small drops.
He pushed forward and I gagged slightly before he pulled back again. “Relax your throat, sweet girl.” I did as he asked and the next time he filled my mouth I discovered I could take him in deeper. Each stroke of my tongue against the smooth velvet of his cock made him grow larger, and I had a sense of pride at his desire for me.
When he slid completely free, I was disappointed, forgetting my own need to focus on his pleasure. “Tell me what you want.” His cock bumped against my lips and the mental war between wanting to taste him, or feel him inside me, began.
“I want you, Sir.” Again, I used the same words, not knowing how else to solve my dilemma.
“Where do you want me? Be specific.” His smile seemed pained. I understood in that moment that he had needs, too. My insecurities were actually causing him to suffer.
“I want to feel your cock inside me, Sir.” I’d never spoken that word. Cock and pussy were two words that I refused to allow in my vocabulary.
“In your mouth or your pussy?” He wasn’t giving me an inch here, instead forcing me to voice what made me uncomfortable.
I wanted to say mouth for no other reason than to avoid the use of the other word. The throbbing between my legs reminded me that having him there wouldn’t stop that ache. “My pussy, Sir.” Whispering the words, my face flushed hotly.
“Good girl. Now put the words together. What do you want from me?” He lifted himself and moved down the bed until his cock tapped against my aching folds. Peering into my eyes intently, he remained still.
He was really going to make me say this. Taking a deep breath, I let it out shakily. “I want to feel your cock in my pussy, Sir.” I bit my lip as I looked up into his eyes, hoping there was no disgust written in those depths. There wasn’t. He slid off the bed, opened the bedside table drawer and I worried even after my words he wasn’t going to follow through.
My fears were eased when he retrieved a condom and slowly slid it over his impressive length. As he moved back between my thighs, his cock rubbed over my clit and my hips lifted, inviting him in. His smile was wide as he slowly inched inside. I tensed as his width stretched me.
I was so wet from the earlier foreplay that he pressed forward much easier than I’d thought possible, even though I felt each delicious inch of his long cock as it found home. Even with the added lubrication he was impressive and I felt overly full with the other object still embedded deeply. He paused, resting all his weight on his forearms when he was finally fully seated.
“You’re so unbelievably tight, sweet girl. I wish you could feel how good it feels to fuck you.” He inched out then eased forward, in no rush to make it to the finish line. He felt incredible. Being at his mercy no longer seemed frightening as he rode my body with unhurried thrusts.
Every stroke of his cock felt like nirvana and my hips lifted and fell keeping time with his easy lovemaking. I couldn’t even remember why I was afraid as my core tightened with the promise of the sweet release held at the edge. He released the clamps on my nipples, and that burning sensation fueled something in my core making me want even more than the tenderness he was giving.
“Please, Sir, fuck me.” A part of my soul was unleashed by begging for what I wanted. There was no shame with him, only blissful sensation that I never wanted to end.
“Sweet, sweet girl.” His body rested on mine, his hands gripping my ass as he increased his rhythm. I wanted this, needed more and showed my appreciation by following his lead. Building the speed, his thrusts became deeper, harder, almost savage in their stealth, and I wanted it all. I met him thrust per thrust, legs trembling at the force of the pleasure he reigned down as he fucked me hard.
“Oh, God, Sir!” The crescendo to my orgasm rose and pressed upward as he continued to ride me without reserve.
“Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel your sweet little pussy milking me.” I wasn’t sure how he managed to fuck me even harder, but as I came undone, a scream ripped from my lips, the ecstasy so overwhelming I saw pinpoints of light.
His hips lay flush against mine as he came, and I marveled at the beauty of the act. There was no shame, I’d just been pleasured in a way I thought would bring disgust, instead all I could think about was having him take my body this way over and over. When he inched out of me, I wanted to cry out in disappointment. I realized in that moment that I’d never felt more cherished than I did when he took me.
He tossed the condom in the trash, then carefully released my bonds before climbing in to spoon in bed. The emotional fulfillment brought tears to my eyes and I turned in his arms to hold him tightly. This man had proven that I was capable of feeling sexual pleasure without guilt, and it was a gift that I knew I’d never forget. “Thank you, Sir.”
He held me closely while deflating the bulb for the other toy, carefully inching it out, then tossing it aside. “No, my sweet girl, thank you.” His lips brushed over my forehead while those strong arms squeezed gently. “You trusted me tonight, and as good as it felt to slide into your incredible body, that trust means more than the physical pleasure.”
I didn’t know what to say because I was still lounging in post-coital bliss. We remaine
d wrapped around each other for several long minutes. He stroked my hair, and I enjoyed the security of his arms. I couldn’t imagine feeling any more secure than I did with him holding me. When he finally released me, we showered together, and that turned into another lovemaking session in the bathroom.
chapter five
Training
Luca taught me how to clean and put the toys away, and explained that this would be my duty in the future when we played. There were dozens of objects he hadn’t used, and when I asked about them he explained in great detail. He seemed to enjoy being my teacher, and patiently answered all the questions I had.
“This weekend is about making you comfortable with me, but I also want to work on some training.” We made the bed and I discovered he was a real stickler for things being done right. I was smiling when we finished the small task because even his sheets had to be tucked in a certain way. “Do you cook?”
I was somewhat embarrassed at my lack of skills in that area, because a Southern woman was supposed to be able to cook anything. “I can dish up things from a box, Sir.”
He scrunched his nose up and e shook his gorgeous head of hair. “We’ll add that to your lessons. Your body needs the right nourishment, and that’s hard to get from a box.” The smile returned, chasing away any embarrassment of my lacking skills. Something about Luca’s smile instantly made me happy.
I followed him out of the bedroom and back into the living room. “I want to play with you before we tour the city.” His eyes lifted and mine followed resting on a small metal bar that I hadn’t noticed when we were in here earlier. He pushed a button on the wall and the bar descended until it was less than a foot above my head, and at his eye level.
If the way he played with me in the bedroom was any indication of what he had in mind, I was all game. I realized he had a thing for cuffs, because he reached into a drawer and pulled out four black leather ones, and noticed they were lined in beige fur as he clasped them to my wrists and ankles. He motioned me forward, and I discovered the use of the metal rings attached to each of them.
With precision, he attached my wrists to the bar above my head, and then to my surprise my ankles to a bar at my feet I hadn’t even noticed. I was spread eagle again, only this time standing up.
“Do you trust me?”
The warmth in his eyes quickly had me nodding. “I do, Sir.”
He walked over to the drawer he’d pulled the cuffs from and retrieved a red silk scarf. I was a little surprised when he covered my eyes and secured it around my eyes. The lack of visual stimulation was intimidating, but I forced myself to remember how gently he’d introduced me to pleasure in the bedroom. That didn’t stop my heart from racing, though.
“Even when your hands are bound, your vision obscured, allowing me to do things to your body that should seem terrifying - you always have complete control. I’ll never take you further than you’re willing to go. Do you understand?”
His words increased my nervousness, but I wanted to believe him. “I understand, Sir.” What he was about to do, I had no clue, but instinctively I knew he wouldn’t truly hurt me.
“Good girl. Do you remember your safe words?”
“Yes, Sir.” The fact that he was asking me that didn’t make me feel more comfortable. What if he did something I hated? My breathing became more pronounced and I trembled.
“Say them for me.”
I quickly spoke the words, my throat drying as apprehension coursed through my frame. As they left my lips I felt the familiar sensation of fur being rubbed sensually over my back, then lowered to my ass. The familiarity helped calm me, and soon I was longing to feel the other pleasures I knew he was capable of giving.
That sensation was exchanged for one I wasn’t familiar with, my limited senses could only describe it as long strands of something thick caressing my shoulder and falling over my back. Then those strands lightly fell over my skin with a whoosh and I tensed at the new feeling.
My hands balled into fists as the pressure from the strands increased. There was no pain in what he was doing, but the anticipation of it coming had me holding my breath. It expelled harshly as the power of the strands landed with force, but still there was no pain. It felt like I was being pushed forward by a weight, then falling back. My bonds stretched my body taught as the object reigned down over my back, shoulders, and ass over and over again until I was breathless with the sensation.
It was unexpected when those strands fell over my stomach with a much lighter intensity. I cried out softly as they found my inner thighs, so close to my sex. Then the motion stopped and I stood there breathless. His hand took the place of the object and landed on my pussy with an open-handed slap. The pleasure was insurmountable!
“You enjoyed my flogger, sweet girl. Let’s see what else you can handle.” His breath whispered warmly against my earlobe, and he bit down gently, tugging. That small little action turned my legs into jelly. My head fell back as he trailed small kisses down my neck and then he lifted away, leaving me empty and aching.
The sweet sting over my nipples wasn’t expected and I gasped as he swatted my breasts with something I couldn’t describe. It felt like a tiny bite to my flesh and he continued over my hips, down my thighs, even landing between my legs where the sensation was both pleasure and pain. My helplessness in my bondage ironically freed me to feel everything he was doing more intently.
The slight sting became intensified pleasure as I wondered where he’d strike next. I found my mind craving him to introduce his strikes to those areas of sensitive flesh that made me crave a different kind of play. My toes curled as he directed the small biting object directly over my now drenched folds, and lightly reigned down until my clit was throbbing, then his mouth found me there, bathing me with the warmth of his tongue.
“Sir! Please.” It was almost too much, yet somehow not enough. His fingers parted my folds, exposing me even more to the delicious feel of his magical kiss. Just when I was about to come undone, he stopped. Groaning in disappointment, I felt the bite of the tiny slap against my sex repeatedly from the object, and fell apart.
My mind was overwhelmed, leaving my body weak and drooping against the bonds holding me in place. The beauty of the mental stimulation had undone me and I drifted into a surreal state of consciousness. I was floating, and Luca’s hands wrapped around my abdomen holding me stead as he released my wrists. I felt my body cocooned in his as he lowered me to the floor carefully, removing the restraints at my ankles as well.
“My sweet, beautiful girl.” Cradled in his arms, my body trembled as if the temperature in the room had been lowered tremendously, he held me tightly, those words falling from his lips almost in reverence.
Thought wasn’t possible and I clung to him needing the security of his arms, and I felt myself being lifted and carried, not once opening my eyes. I didn’t know what this feeling was, but I never wanted it to end. The softness of the bed met my body as I was lowered upon it, and he quickly slid in cuddling me again after arranging a blanket over both of us.
Time stood still, the world no longer mattered. It was just me and my Luca in our own little haven that I would remember always as our special place. Tears slid from behind my eyes, but there was no grief. Those salty droplets were a reminder of the pleasure her had given me and my ability to accept it with absolute trust that he would keep me safe.
His strong hand stroked my hair tenderly. And when I could open my eyes again, I looked up to see him staring down at me with more affection than I’d ever been shown. “The outside world will never understand that submission is not subjugation to another person, it's letting yourself be free of all those things that hold you back from experiencing the greatest sexual pleasures.”
Those words were spoken like a litany, and the deep vibrato of his tone hypnotized me. My lips lifted in the semblance of a smile, still too overwhelmed from our play to speak. Even if I had words, I’m not sure I would have uttered them. I enjoyed the sound of his v
oice.
“Subspace, sweet girl. You found it so easily. I knew you were special, and I’ve waited for you such a very long time.” He spoke the words while holding me tightly against his chest, and although I didn’t truly understand what he meant, I glowed from the inside with pride that I had pleased him.
I couldn’t say how long we rested together that way. Somewhere in the middle of his soothing conversation, I fell asleep. My body felt drained, as if I’d attempted to run a marathon, even though we’d never left his home. When I awoke he bathed, then dressed me, even combed out my hair. The care he gave surpassed any I’d experienced in my adult life and in that moment I knew I was falling hard for him.
We’d talked for a year prior to this visit, but I never expected to feel so much. Was it lust? Perhaps, no one had ever made me feel the way Luca had. Did it matter? Not in the slightest. All I knew was I felt more with him in two days than I’d ever felt through a lifetime of living. I was enthralled.
chapter Six
Luca’s World
When I was finally able to hold a logical conversation, I doused him with questions about what happened. In his favor, he answered each one patiently, seeming to find humor in my sudden need to over-vocalize. It was impossible to be shy around a man that had just changed your life in an instant. Like an addict, I asked if we could do it again, and he chuckled.
“I think for now, we should focus on doing some sightseeing and take care of a few errands.” When my face dropped in disappointment, he swatted my ass, which was unfortunately now covered, and told me to have patience.
Part of me wanted to be a brat and see if I could convince him I needed punishment, just to find that delicious thing he called subspace again. The need to please him won out, though, and we walked hand in hand out of the penthouse where the magic occurred. Seeing the city was the last thing on my mind until his driver pulled around and we were once again seated in his limousine.
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