by Rye Hart
Not just his tongue, but all of him. I wanted it. Needed it.
“Please…” I begged, unsure of what I was asking for exactly.
“Please what?” he asked.
He raised himself up enough that he could look me in the eyes. His mouth and face were wet and glistening, covered in my juices, and that only got me hotter. Wetter. Made the flames of desire inside me burn even brighter.
“Please, Gavin. I—I'm so close,” I whimpered.
“Do you want to come, my pet?” he asked.
He gave me that sultry little smile again as his finger took up where his tongue left off. He slipped a thick digit inside me, moving it around in ways and reaching spots my vibrator never could.
Jesus Christ, I thought to myself. We weren't even to the sex yet, and my body was on the verge of exploding.
“Yes,” I muttered, my eyes flickering open and shut as I reveled in the sensations going on inside me.
“Good,” he growled. “Because you're going to come over and over again for me. You are going to come so fucking hard for me, Josie. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he thrust two fingers roughly inside me, setting off a bomb of sensation in my pussy.
“I need you to say it.”
“I want to come,” I cried out. “Please, yes. I want to come so bad.”
“What else do you want?”
I was having a hard time focusing, but I remembered what he'd told me to say earlier when we were in the elevator. I remembered he said we'd work on it. That I needed to be better for him. I knew he wanted me to talk dirty to him, to say things I wasn't comfortable saying. Words I'd never said to any man before.
My cheeks flared with color again as I recalled his words—words he wanted me to say. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again. He arched an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly.
“I—I want you to—”
“Yes?” he said, giving my clit a lick as he continued looking up at me, that look of expectation on his face.
“I want you to f—fuck me,” I said.
It was only because I felt like my body might explode if it didn't get what I needed in that moment that I was finally able to utter the words he wanted to hear. I desperately needed a release. I needed him. Needed to feel him inside me like I'd never needed anything before. And in that moment, I was willing to say whatever he wanted me to say to get what I wanted. What I needed.
“Louder,” he commanded.
I cleared my throat and tried my best to speak up, “I want you to fuck me.”
Just saying those words, those naughty words, felt wrong, but strangely enough, it also felt empowering. I had to admit that it felt good and made me feel strong, powerful. Riding that heady wave, I spoke louder and clearer than I ever had before.
I could do this. What's more, I wanted to do this.
Gavin stood up, licking his lips clean of my juices as he stared down at me. Slowly and methodically, making sure my eyes were on him, he lifted his shirt, showing off his six-pack abs. He raised the shirt higher, giving me a view of a toned, chiseled chest that was covered in ink. I couldn't make out most of the designs, but I could see they were a colorful mishmash of art, beautiful designs highlighting an already perfect chest.
I sat up and Gavin took my hand, pulling me to a standing position. He kissed me, the taste of my warm, wet center still present on his lips as he reached behind me to unhook my bra. With dexterous fingers and a well-practiced ease, he removed the snaps of my bra. It flew open, fell to the floor at my feet, and my breasts fell free into his large, strong hands.
With a feline smile, he reached over to the nearby table, and my heart skipped a beat for a moment, fearing what sort of toy or contraption he might use on me, but instead of one of his oversized dildos, he grabbed a small bottle of something.
“Give me your hands,” he said.
I put my hands out, palms up, as he directed, and he squirted the liquid into my hands. It felt like an oil or lube, sort of cold and slippery against my skin. It leaked between my fingers, but he'd already squeezed more than enough into my hands that losing a little bit of it didn't matter. I stood there and waited for direction.
“Now, reach down and touch me,” he said.
I reached for his chest, but he stopped me, a deep, rolling laugh coming from his throat. I looked up at him with fear and mortification in my eyes. I'd done something wrong. Something worth laughing at me about. But, he gave me a gentle smile that put me at ease. “Not there,” he said. “Use your hands to put the lube on my cock.”
Feeling like a blithering idiot, I gave him a lopsided smile and shook my head. Duh. What was I thinking? I looked down and gasped as I stared at his length and girth. A flutter of fear blended with anticipation stole through me as I looked at his long, thick cock. Gavin took my hands and helped move them lower toward his shaft, and then stopped with my hands still a few inches away from him.
Just as he'd done with his boxers, he made it clear that if I wanted to move things forward, I'd have to do as I was told. I'd have to be the one to initiate things. It was all on me.
“Go on, Josie,” he said. “You know you want to. Give in to your lust. Give in to the desire swirling around inside you. I can see it in your eyes. Don't deny yourself this, Josie. Don't deprive yourself of what you want.”
Reaching out slowly, I wrapped my hands around the base of his dick, gripping him tightly. Squeezing him tightly, I moved my hands up and down the length of him, letting the silky-smooth liquid in my hands coat every inch of his shaft. I was trembling, so fearful that I wasn't doing it right, but Gavin moaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed. I took that to be a good sign.
Every inch of skin on his stiff prick was smooth and slick now, and my hands glided along his shaft, moving easily and effortlessly. I worked some of the lube on the tip of his cock, stroking the rounded head with my hand, relishing the way it felt in my hands.
He took a few steps forward, backing me up against the bed. Placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing his body to mine, Gavin pushed me down onto the bed, flat on my back. His naked body was on top of me, and he hovered there, holding himself up on his arms while he looked down at me as his erection pressed against my stomach. I still had ahold of his cock with one hand and I gave him a firm squeeze that drew a soft moan from him. Reaching down with one hand, he spread my legs and situated himself between them.
The tip of his rod pressed against my opening, and my body, seeming to be acting of his own accord, arched upward. Even though I knew it would hurt, I wanted him inside me. I needed him. I needed to finally give myself over to a man.
He parted the velvety fold of my lips with the tip of his cock. And looking deep into my eyes, he gave me that devilish little grin as he thrust the tip himself into me. He stretched me open wider than I'd ever been stretched open before. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
He gave me another thrust, driving a bit more of himself into me. And as he slipped in a couple more inches, I was stretched open even further. The ache between my thighs was there as I'd feared, but the pain wasn't nearly as intense as I thought it would be, especially for a man his size.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled through clenched teeth.
Gavin grabbed my leg with his hand and pulled it up, and my other leg seemed to just naturally follow suit. My legs were wrapped firmly around his waist as he moved his lower body, pulling himself out of me.
I groaned, but then cried out, digging my fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders as he buried himself inside me again—this time driving the entire length of his cock into me. I bit my bottom lip but screamed anyway, feeling myself being split open by his massive cock. And yet, despite the rush of pain that flooded my body, it felt so amazing at the same time.
And as he started to move himself inside me, the torrent of pleasure was so intense, so amazing, I could hardly stand it.
Chapter Six
Gavin
Given that it was her first time, I knew I had to be gentle with her—fuck, it was hard. She was a virgin and was so incredibly tight. It actually pinched a bit at first, but the rush of pleasure that followed was so intense, I thought I might blow my load early. I had to hold myself back to keep from losing it too soon. I wanted to make this last—for the both of us.
My cock was deep inside her, though, sheathed in her pussy at last. I could feel every muscle inside her clench and release my cock as her body adjusted to this new sensation. With her hands, she held onto me for dear life, her nails digging into my back. I looked into her eyes and saw the naked need in them. I smiled because I knew she wanted it.
I rocked my hips back and forth, slowly filling her up again and again until she seemed to loosen up a bit and the movements became easier. In a matter of moments, she literally opened up for me, taking me inside her easier and easier with every thrust. But damn, she was so fucking tight and warm, and she was dripping with juices. Being inside her felt so fucking good; it was hard to imagine it lasting for long.
Her blue eyes were wide as I entered her again, and she bit down on her lip, an expression of pure bliss crossing her features. She cried out—a sound of pleasure mixed with pain. I looked at her to see if she wanted me to stop, but she arched her hips upward, taking me into her, using her body to beg me to continue.
I was more than happy to oblige. I continued moving my hips slowly, driving myself into her again and again until the small whimpers of pain were replaced by groans of pure pleasure—until she was moaning and calling my name out loud.
“Gavin… Yes…” she said softly, almost as if she were speaking to herself.
That's when I knew she could handle more of what I had to offer her.
I sucked upon her nipple, giving it a playful nip, and her entire body started to shake wildly. She raked her nails down my back. I sucked in a breath, sure she was leaving furrows in my skin and was likely drawing blood. It was a sharp pinch of pain, but I didn't mind. Although her nails felt good against my flesh, I needed to show her who was in control here.
I grabbed hold of her hands and held them in a vice grip above her head, pressing them down into the bed. She fought and thrashed, managing to get her hands loose, but I looked her in the eye, holding her gaze.
“No,” I said, my voice deep and commanding. “Stop fighting me.”
She stopped fighting immediately, heeding my words. She just stared at me with those wide blue eyes as I thrust myself into her again, harder and deeper this time. She cried out, her body rising up to meet mine. That was how I knew I could really fuck her without hurting her. Giving her a lopsided grin, I started jackhammering my cock into her tight little twat. She thrashed her head from side to side, calling out my name. She gripped my upper arms tightly, clenching her thighs around my waist as her body writhed beneath me.
“Fuck yes,” I growled as I drove my rod into her again. “You're so fucking tight and warm, my pet.”
“Yes, Gavin,” she moaned, her voice breathy. “Oh yes!”
“You like having me fuck you, don't you?” I said. “Deep down, you're just a dirty little girl, Josie. I can tell.”
“MmmHmmm,” she moaned “Yes, yes, I am. I am, Gavin.”
“Tell me, baby,” I commanded. “Tell me what you like.”
“I like having you fucking me. I like having you inside me,” she cried out.
Her voice rose higher and higher with every thrust of my cock, growing louder until she was screaming.
“Fuck yes, come for me, Josie,” I said. “Are you going to come for me, my pet?”
“Yes,” her voice cracked. “Oh God, yes. I'm going to come for you, Gavin.”
I pounded myself into her hard, our pelvises crashing together as I buried my cock deep into her sopping wet cunt. She groaned and struggled against the grip I had on her hands. I felt her body tremble and stutter, and finally, she screamed out loud as her eyes shot open wider than I bet they'd ever been before.
“Oh God, yes!” she called. “Oh holy fuck, yes!”
Feeling her let go and hearing her say dirty words I knew she wasn't comfortable uttering drew a salacious smile across my lips. I knew I'd changed her—and not just because she'd finally had sex. It went deeper than that. A lot deeper and on a more fundamental, perhaps even primal, level.
I'd shown her the way to pure pleasure. Josie's eyes were wild as her entire body rose off the bed, her legs wrapping around me and holding me deep inside her. The muscles in her tight little pussy were spasming wildly, but she was still clenching my dick so tight, I could feel the seed rising in my balls. If she didn't let go, I was going to come. But, I didn't want to lose it. Not yet, at least. I wanted to savor this. Savor her. It felt so utterly fucking amazing, I wanted this to go on forever.
I let go of her hands and rolled over, pulling her on top of me. She looked down at me with questions in her eyes, but she had the glow about her of somebody who'd just experienced an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. I loved seeing that look on a woman's face. That shit never got old.
“Ride my cock, Josie,” I said. “I want you to fuck me. Tell me you want to fuck me.”
“Yes, Gavin,” she said. “I want to ride your cock. I want to fuck you.”
She spoke the words and I could tell she genuinely meant them, but as she sat up, she looked at me as if she was unsure of what to do. I grabbed hold of my dick and guided it back inside her. She settled her hips down, taking it into her, my prick sliding in easily thanks to her wetness and the lube.
As she slid down my hard rod, taking me deep inside her, Josie groaned, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I grabbed onto her hips and started moving her back and forth, showing her how to grind herself into me. Her clit would be rubbing against me in that position, and I knew it would feel so fucking good for her. She fell forward, placing her hands on my chest for support. She gasped, and I felt her body shaking as I continued moving her, thrusting my cock upward into her at the same time. I kept my hands on her hips, moving her back and forth until she got the rhythm on her own.
“There you go, good girl,” I said through clenched teeth. “Fuck me just like that, my pet.”
Truth be told, that position did little to help stave off the orgasm building inside me. Especially when Josie's own hips started moving up and down, sliding herself along my thick pole. Her tits bounced as she moved, and she was picking up speed. Her breathing was growing heavy, ragged and out of control. And her movements began to stutter, her body losing control right along with her breathing.
Now that my hands were free, I slipped one between us and found her sweet spot, circling her clit with my fingers as she rode my cock. She let out a surprised gasp followed by a groan of intense pleasure as her pussy tightened around me, making me cry out. I clenched my jaw and squeezed my eyes shut, feeling the cum building up inside me. I wasn't ready yet. I wanted to hold off a little bit longer.
“Fuck yes, Josie,” I said through gritted teeth. “That's it. There you go, baby.”
She whimpered, and her movements became more erratic, more frantic. She looked at me with wild eyes, an expression of absolute bliss on her face.
“Like that, my pet?” I said. “Is that the spot? Tell me you like that.”
“Yes, Gavin,” she moaned. “I like that. Just like that. Oh fuck, yes.”
She threw her head back, crying out as she started to grind down harder on me. She bounced up and down on my cock hard and fast. Her tits were bouncing, and I was fingering her clit while she fucked me. I felt her body trembling and that, in conjunction with her spasming little twat, milked the seed from me.
I exploded inside her, my seed shooting into her, filling up her hot little pussy. Her eyes popped open wide and she stared down at me, a frantic look on her face. A look I knew well. A look that could only mean one thing: she was climaxing too.
As I blew my load inside her, I held onto her hips, held her in place
as she writhed wildly on top of me—her screams only adding fuel to the fire of my own orgasm as I felt my cock pulsing and throbbing while I unloaded inside her.
As the waves of our orgasms slowly subsided, Josie collapsed on top of me, her bod still shaking. Her legs were quivering, and she didn't seem capable of speech. I pushed the hair from her face and stared into her eyes, “Was that good for you, baby?”
“Y—y—yes,” she stuttered, her voice raspy. “Oh God, yes.”
“Good,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Because you were fucking amazing for a virgin.”
I moved her to the side, feeling the warm fluid rushing out of her. I covered her up. She murmured dreamily, completely exhausted and spent. I curled my body around her, kissing her until she was breathing softly as she fell asleep.
As much as I loved being dominant and being the one in control, one thing always remained the same—you needed to treat your sub, your pet, with respect and care. Aftercare was as important as anything when it came to BDSM, and I needed to show Josie I appreciated her.
Because if I had my way, this was only the beginning. She knew the basics now. We knew her tight, virginal little pussy could take my cock and the pounding I was going to give her.
Chapter Seven
Josie
It felt like a dream. Totally surreal. But, when I woke up in a cozy, warm bed, my naked body was intertwined with Gavin's. I almost had to pinch myself to make sure it was real. His firm, toned body was curled around me, spooning me, and I felt his erection pressing against my ass. I glanced back at him, and saw that he was still sound asleep.
As I lay there and took stock of myself, I realized that my body hurt in ways I didn't know were possible. My muscles were as sore as if I'd just spent eight hours working out. I felt raw and stretched—all of it a reminder of what had happened the night before.
I was no longer a virgin. I'd gotten laid and it had been amazing. Sex with Gavin had been better than I thought it would be, especially for my first time. I had to admit, letting him take control, forcing me to be the submissive was sexy as hell. So was the dirty talk and everything else that went along with it.
