by A. J. Snyder
"Fuck. You're perfect," I breathe against her nape, and it causes a shiver to run through her.
I pinch Adeline's pretty, pink nipples between my finger and thumb, rolling them gently until she releases a whimper. Her fingertips twitch against her thighs as I snake my right hand down her flat, toned stomach and under the material of her thong. When the pads of my fingers touch her smooth mound, I almost combust right on the spot.
She shaved for me. And knowing that she took the extra care to please me makes me hard as fuck.
"Perfect," I whisper in her ear, and I'm rewarded with another tremor that makes my dick pulse and strain against the fine wool of my dress pants.
When my fingertip traces the length of her slit and I find her slick and ready for me, my breath catches in my throat. Adeline's already turned on by this, and I've just gotten started.
Oh, this is going to be fun, I think to myself.
She's responsive. Really responsive. And once again, she manages to surprise me.
My fingertip finds her swollen, little nub, and I rub her gently. She inhales sharply, her head falling back against my shoulder. Her lips are only a few inches away from my jaw, and I can feel her sharp pants against my neck.
Normally, all this skin-to-skin contact would have me overwhelmed and on the verge of panic, but all I can think about in this moment is Adeline and how much I want to make her feel good before I take what's mine.
Sexy, little moans erupt from her full lips as I caress her clit with my fingertips. Her fingernails dig into the flesh of her thighs, and I know she's struggling with my demands not to touch me.
A small moan escapes her lips for only a moment, before she slams her jaw shut, muffling the sound. My free hand immediately wraps around her throat, holding her head against my chest as her back arches. "I want to hear you," I hiss into her hair that smells divine, like a ripe peach.
I can feel her pulse thundering under the pad of my thumb as my fingers strum her like a finely tuned instrument. Her mouth opens on its own volition, and this time she can't contain the almost scream erupting from her throat.
Fuck.
My hand tightens around her throat, but not to the point of hurting her. Nevertheless, a little bit of panic has her hands moving towards my hand. I immediately stop manipulating her clit, and her hands stop before she can touch me. Eventually, they return to her thighs, and I continue strumming her, wanting to elicit her beautiful moans once more.
"Good girl," I growl in her ear as her fingernails dig into her thighs again. "I want you to come for me," I demand, wanting to hear her screams more than anything I've ever wanted before.
It's not long before she tenses up and cries out, her entire body trembling against me as she comes on command. I hold her against me, keeping her upright when her knees threaten to buckle. I can't help but smirk against her hair at the powerful orgasm I just gave her.
After she calms down and her breathing returns to almost normal, I pull back from her, leaving her on unsteady legs. "Go lay on the bed," I tell her before walking over to the closet on the other side of the room. After gathering several long and colorful scarves, I come back into the room and allow myself a few moments to drink in the sight of her lying in the middle of the king-sized bed, waiting for me.
She's painfully beautiful and sexy as fuck wearing only a thong and shaking like a leaf. Long gone is the confident lioness she was when I first walked in the door. Now, she's a shy and timid, little mouse.
Her eyes widen as she catches sight of the scarves in my hands as I approach the bed. "W-what are those f-for?" she asks, her shuddering worsening.
"I need to tie you up," I state, not bothering to elaborate any more than that. I have my reasons for wanting to tie her up. I have to be the one in charge of accepting what's happening to me. I have to be in control of everything, and I can't risk her touching me when I'm not ready.
Placing the bundle of silk on the nightstand beside me, I take one, blue and yellow scarf in my hands, stretching the material and almost groaning at the thought of tying Adeline up with it. She will look so perfect trussed up in this bed. It will be a memory I will keep with me forever…long after she's gone.
But when I reach for her wrist, she snatches her hand away from me at the last second.
"Please, Lucien. Don't."
My name on her lips and her terror-filled tone catch my attention. My gaze snaps up to meet her pretty face. The undiluted fear in her gaze has me hesitating. She's staring at the scarf in my hand like it's a snake waiting to strike.
My grip tightens on the scarf in my hands, and I breathe in and out as slowly as I can. I've always tied up the girls I purchased, because I can't take the risk. None of the women before her ever had a problem with being tied up. It was all just part of the deal.
I know I should just force her to obey me. After all, I bought her. She's mine to do with whatever I please.
But at the same time, I know exactly what she's going through right now. Horrible memories of my past barrage me, and I'm barely able to contain them.
My breathing picks up and turns into sharp, harsh pants as I tighten my grip on the scarf in my hands, threatening to rip the material.
"Lucien," Adeline's voice reaches me through the darkness…a light at the end of a very dark universe.
When my eyes snap open, I gaze down at the breathtaking beauty below me.
"It's okay. You can…you can tie me up," she says, the tremor in her voice giving her away instantly.
Shaking my head, I eventually relinquish the scarf, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. Angry with myself for not taking the control I need, I motion to her hands and demand, "Keep your hands wrapped around the bed frame." When she gives me several quick nods, I add vehemently, "Don't you dare move them."
Watching her small hands wrap around the metal bars doesn't make me feel the least bit better, though, and I realize it's because a part of me wants to know what it would feel like to have her hands on me. Her fingers spearing through my dark hair, pulling my face down close to hers. Our lips locking in a searing kiss…something I've never allowed myself to partake in before.
Shaking my head and pushing the crazy notion aside, I force myself to focus on the here and now instead of what could and what will never be.
Adeline's thickly lashed, sparkling, emerald eyes blink up at me. The innocent doe-eyed look on her face does weird things to me, making me feel things I don't want to feel right now, and so I focus on her body instead.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, leaving about an inch of space between us, my hands tremble as I reach out and stroke her quivering, flat stomach, which feels like the softest silk imaginable. I stifle a groan as I gently trace my hands across her skin.
Knowing that she took a two hour and thirty-three minute shower not long before dinner keeps my demon at bay.
She's clean, I repeatedly tell myself in my head.
The need to be in control begins to override everything else as my hands make their way to the apex of her thighs.
I made her leave the thong on, and she looks like a delicious present I want to unwrap. My fingertips hook into the lace and slowly pull it away and down her legs, unveiling her pretty, pink pussy.
I discard the lace at the edge of the bed and turn my attention back to her. Carefully, I spread apart her smooth, pink lips with my fingertips and stare at her gorgeous little clit. When I run my finger over the little button, Adeline jumps and stares down at me with wide eyes. She squirms under my ministrations, clearly uncomfortable with having me so up close and personal.
My gaze meets hers as I ask her the question I've been dying to ask, even though I don't know if I want to know the answer. "How many men have touched you down here?"
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and her wavering gaze has me fearing the worst. But when she says, "Just you," I breathe a sigh of relief.
She could be lying to me, but I don't see deceit in her gaze. I see embarrassment
at me being the first…the man who bought her.
"How many orgasms have you had?" I ask, wanting --- no, needing to know.
Her eyes squeeze shut, blocking me out. She doesn't want to open up to me, but I know just how to make her talk. Stroking my fingertips up and down her slit, her eyes snap open and her lips part on a gasp.
"How many?" I ask again, more forcefully this time.
"One…the one you gave me," she confesses.
Her answer has my cock growing as hard as steel. "Fuck, Adeline. I want to be your first for everything," I confess to her before I can stop myself.
Her eyes widen at my confession, but she doesn't utter a word. It's probably better that way for both of us after my idiotic slip-up.
Adeline's time here is limited. After tonight, she'll be nothing but a distant memory. And I shouldn't have to remind myself of that fact. She's the seventh one that I purchased for my sick obsession. And once I'm done with her, she'll disappear like all the others before her.
Forcing my attention back to her pretty pussy, I continue to finger her until she's gyrating against my hand on her own volition and gasping out the most melodic noises I've ever heard.
After the second orgasm rips through her and she comes back down from it, there's a noticeable change in her demeanor. She seems calmer now, more relaxed with hooded eyes and the ghost of a smile touching her lips.
I realize she was probably thinking I was going to just force my way inside, ripping through her virginity without an ounce of foreplay. But this isn't how this game works. I want her nice and wet and relaxed when I take her for the first time.
I want her to want this between us…and want me.
Standing, I slowly unbutton my dress shirt, fold it and place it on a nearby chair. I retrieve a condom from the pocket of my dress pants before I strip out of them along with my boxer briefs, meticulously folding them as well before placing them on top of my shirt.
Naked, I stroll back over to the bed and watch as Adeline's eyes greedily drink me in. I spend a lot of time working out to achieve my sculpted body, and I like knowing that she's admiring it. I have numerous scars on my back that she can't see, and I intend to keep it that way.
I don't want to ruin her reverence with the ugly truth of my past.
Her eyes are glued to my heavy, hard cock between my legs, and I almost chuckle at her blatant curiosity. Maintaining a stoic expression, I climb on the bed beside her. Her pink tongue sneaks out past her lips and runs along her lips. I'm entranced by the simple movement as I move between her thighs.
I fist my hard cock, pumping several times and watching her watch me with wide eyes. I rip through the gold foil packet and place the wrapper neatly on the edge of the nightstand before rolling the condom down my length.
Our eye contact is unwavering as I press the head of my cock against her slick entrance. Her smooth, silky thighs involuntarily squeeze against mine, and I breathe through the panic that threatens to rise through me.
Adeline opens her mouth as if she wants to say something, maybe tell me to stop, as if she has a choice right now, but she quickly closes it again, staring into my eyes with trepidation but also…trust. She's trusting me not to hurt her.
A sick part of me wants to hurt her just to make her realize that the world is full of monsters and that you can't truly trust anyone. I know that better than anyone.
But having been on the receiving end of enough pain to last three lifetimes, I could never actually hurt this girl the way I've been hurt.
Gripping my cock in one hand and holding my weight up with the other hand placed by her head, I guide myself inch by delicious inch inside of her tight, virgin cunt.
When I break past the barrier of her virginity for the first time, Adeline gasps, and her hands suddenly move from the wrought iron bars as she places her small palms on my chest to either slow me or stop me altogether, but I'm too far gone. I sink as deep as I can, knowing the pain for her will only be temporary.
Adeline's eyes grow large, and she inhales sharply once I'm completely rooted inside of her. Her silky walls are gripping me so tightly, and I have to force myself not to move, to give her time to adjust to me.
When her fingertips twitch against my hard chest, that's when I realize she's been touching me ever since I first entered her. I know I should tell her to put her hands back on the bars. I should remind her of the rules.
But fuck the rules. Her touch, for the first time in my life, feels fucking good, and I welcome it despite my typical aversion, despite my fears.
Withdrawing from her slowly, I thrust back in right away. She lets out a noise that's a mixture of a moan and a cry, and it makes my dick turn to steel, fueling the desire raging inside of me.
Growling low in the back of my throat, I pull back and thrust into her hard once more. Her pussy grips me like a vice in response, giving me a taste of what can only be described as heaven.
Her eyes slowly open and lock onto mine, but I shudder under the intensity of her gaze. Shaking my head, I stare down at the crisp, white sheet beside her chestnut locks. Those emerald green orbs have been haunting my dreams at night, and I can't afford to forge any kind of connection with her. Not now. Not like this.
But when I begin thrusting in and out of her and she releases the most primal and melodious noises I've ever heard in my life, my attention snaps right back to her beautiful face, etched in ecstasy. Our eyes meet again, and I become locked in some sort of trance, not willing to break it again.
With her gaze holding me hostage, I draw my cock out of her tight, wet pussy and sink back into her. The action makes her eyes drift almost completely closed, threatening to break the spell she clearly has me under. But she continues to stare up at me…as if I'm her whole world in that moment.
Pistoning my hips, I begin a torturous rhythm that has her hands moving from my chest to my shoulders as she quivers under me. Her touch is driving me insane, but I can't seem to force myself to tell her to stop.
Her head thrashes from side to side on the bed as she sinks her teeth down into her bottom lip, not allowing herself to voice any more sounds of pleasure. She's denying the pleasure her traitorous body is trying to partake in. And it makes me work even harder for her orgasm. I want to hear her cries.
I want to hear her scream my fucking name.
I stare down at Adeline in awe as I withdraw almost completely, before thrusting home again. And then I repeat the maneuver, wanting to feel her come around my cock while I'm seated deep within her tight walls.
Her powerful orgasm erupts out of nowhere, and her mouth opens on a silent scream. I fuck Adeline faster and faster, drawing out the pleasure until she's a mumbling, quivering mess under me.
Cupping her round ass in my hands, I tilt her hips up and drive into her with a punishing rhythm, relishing in the fact that I must be hitting just the right spot inside of her when her breath catches and her nails bite into my shoulders.
That type of touch and pain would normally have me freaking out, but my brain is not concentrating on germs or touch or any of the other normal fucked-up things. I can only see and breathe and feel Adeline, and the feeling is exquisite. She's like some kind of magic cure for all my ailments in this moment.
Her velvety folds clench around my shaft, and her full lips part on a groan as her walls begin to spasm, gripping me so goddamn tight. I pick up my pace and thrust into her over and over again, hitting that magic spot inside of her as she begins to whimper and then cries out as another orgasm wracks her lithe body underneath me.
I'm counting the orgasms she's had in my head, and suddenly I want to find out how many more I can strum out of her. For the first time ever, I want more. So much more.
Burying myself into her, I force my pace to slow, because I don't want this to end. I want to draw this out for as long as fucking possible. Never before did I want something to last forever until now.
"Please," Adeline begs through soft pants.
I don't know whet
her she's asking me for more or asking me to stop. Probably the latter, but she's not in charge here, even of her own body.
I am.
"More," I demand as I stare into her beautiful, sparkling, green eyes.
Her lips quiver as she releases a shuddering breath, and I can feel her pussy gripping me tightly before spasming out of control. Her back bows off the bed, and she cries out louder than before. It's like my dick was made just for her tight cunt --- a perfect fit. And the fact that she's so responsive to me only makes me want her more.
My balls slap against her soaking wet pussy as I fuck her deeply, drawing out the pleasure from her. When she comes down from the high, I bring my weight down to my elbows, our bodies now so close that I can feel her sharp pants on my lips. Her breath smells sweet like mint and strawberries, the dessert we shared at dinner.
Her stare jumps from my eyes to my lips and back again. She wants me to kiss her, and the strong urge to give in hits me hard. But that is one step I'm not willing to take with Adeline.
The shock from how different this time with Adeline is from all the other girls is almost overwhelming. Usually, I'm rough, detached, taking what I want and leaving just as quickly as I arrived. My needs are usually squelched as soon as I push past their innocence, and then the rest is just a blur…mechanical…cold. Their pleasure never concerned me.
But with Adeline, this is all new and unexpected.
And I have no idea why.
When I feel Adeline's hands moving to my back, the feel of her fingernails lightly scraping down my skin and over my scars does something to me. Instead of freaking out or pulling away from her, I allow her to continue to touch me. I can't seem to tell her no or demand she not do it. Instead, it's almost like I want her to.
Hesitantly, I wrap my arms around her, pressing and holding her deliciously naked body against mine. And this suddenly feels…real…too real. It's as if the circumstances of our situation no longer exist. We're just a normal couple making love for the first time, and nothing else and no one else in the world fucking matters.
