by Brooke, T
Her hands clasped together as she dug her nails into her own skin, trying to take her mind off the pain that surged through her. The loss of her virginity didn't feel as she had thought it would and she was disappointed. "I don't like this." She was angry that people, especially her best friend, made such a big deal out of something that hurt like hell. Tears streamed down her face as she involuntarily tried to buck him off her, wanting the painful intruder gone; she didn't like the weakness that resulted in the tears, she had thought she was stronger than that.
He chuckled at her honesty as she gave another gasp of pain, prompted by her movement, which forced him deeper inside her, not that he had thought that was possible. "It gets better, sweetheart, trust me, if it didn't people wouldn't do it." It pleased him that Carla was prepared to say what she felt, he liked that.
"I don't like you right now either." She wasn't happy with him for laughing and glared at him. Her hips lifted, trying to push him off her, but all she succeeded in doing was to make the burning pain a little sharper.
"We must do something about that, and your doubt of my abilities." He couldn't be angry with her right then because he found the situation almost comical. Pulling his hips back he slid out of her slightly; her sigh of relief was short-lived as he pushed back in, slowly.
"Sir, please," she pleaded, closing her eyes as fresh tears rose up to run down the sides of her face toward the sheet beneath her. The pain was not as horrible as before but the invader between her thighs was still uncomfortable.
"Give it a few minutes." He was careful not to chuckle again, realizing that it wasn't making her feel any better. Slowly, he slid almost all the way out of her, relishing the exquisite tightness of her, which felt almost like a vice around his cock, and then just as slowly he pushed himself back into her.
Though she still felt stretched and uncomfortable, the pain subsided gradually. Each long slow thrust of his cock pushed the pain further from her mind as something strange happened, her body began to respond to his motion.
Without realizing she was doing it her legs reached up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into her with each thrust. "Now we are making love, sweetheart," he told her, increasing his rhythm, doing so gradually to avoid causing her anymore pain.
Her velvety folds clenched at him in the most indescribable way; he had slept with many women over the years, but never before having had a virgin he had not experienced anything like he was then. It took all his self-control to maintain his steady pace, when all he wanted to do was to ride her hard and fast as he was accustomed to doing.
"Sir?" Her heart raced as she felt the spiral build inside, rising to a crescendo that threatened to wash over her like a wave crashing onto a beach. She tensed, the intensity of the sensation scaring her.
"Cum for me, sweet girl, I want to feel you flood my cock with your passion." Thrusting faster, his hands gripped her ass as he drove himself deep into her.
A few moments later her body exploded into a thousand fragments of overwhelming pleasure; her legs tightened around his waist while her hands strained against her bonds. This was what the big deal was, she thought, before his savage thrusts, rapidly increasing in speed as he approached his own fulfillment, took her breath away.
Carla smiled as his weight rested on her for a moment, surprised, but also pleased, by the incredible ending to the experience. Her smile changed to a wince when he slid from her and lifted himself off her body.
Moving up her body to untie the scarf his now limp cock rubbed against her stomach, leaving a sticky trail, though she barely noticed it. She was intent on recovering from the exertion and the only thing that distracted her was Jason rubbing her wrists, relieving the slight chafing brought on by the scarf that had secured her.
"You okay?" he asked, settling onto the bed at her side and pulling her into his arms.
She rested her face against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin against hers, sure that she was just as hot. She nodded briefly before speaking softly. "I think I'm more than okay, Sir." She laughed into his chest.
"What's so funny?" he asked, reaching down to lift her chin so he could meet her eyes.
"I don't know, Sir, it's just, I kind of enjoyed that at the end." She flushed as she admitted it.
"Only kind of?" He gave her a mock look of disappointment.
"No, I mean, I really liked it, Sir," she said hurriedly, thinking he was seriously upset with her.
He chuckled and pulled her tight against him. "I know the beginning wasn't much fun, but I think the grand finale was pretty impressive." He winked at her, knowing she had a lot to learn about his sense of humor.
"Was, was it good for you, Sir?"
Shaking his head he chuckled again. "It was incredible for me." He forced himself to give her a stern look, even though he was still in a lighthearted mood. "We will have to talk about you saying things such as you don't like me though." He was trying very hard not to laugh at her stricken expression.
"I'm s-sorry about that, Sir." She guessed it wasn't right for a submissive to say something like that, but it HAD hurt, she thought defensively.
"I think just this once I will let it slide, without taking it out on the delectable ass of yours." He winked again to let her know he wasn't really angry.
"Th-thank you, Sir?" She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to that, but the thought of him spanking her wasn't all that terrifying.
"You are something else, sweet girl." Shaking his head he got off the bed and held his hand out to her.
Taking his hand Carla joined him; there was a dull ache between her thighs, but compared with the pain of his first penetration it was nothing and she pushed it from her mind. She was more concerned with the small bloodstain on the sheets, which made her flush with embarrassment. "Sorry about your bed, Sir."
"Don't concern yourself with it, honey. It is only natural, and they’re just sheets, they can be changed," Jason told her reassuringly. "We're going to take a shower now, and then I'm going to be nice and let you sleep. Just don't get used to it." He wanted her to recover before he took her for a second time, but his cock wasn't quite on the same page as his brain, and it rose to attention again. She did something to his libido that no woman had ever done before.
Playfully he slapped her ass before guiding her ahead of him out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
It felt strange to be walking around without clothes on and she had to work hard not to cover herself. She didn't think he'd like it if she did, and at twenty-four she felt she was a little old to be such a prude. She watched his body move as he turned on the shower, admiring the beautiful view.
She felt the wetness between her thighs increase and was shocked to find herself wanting him again so soon.
He turned back to her, a little surprised by the look of longing in her eyes. "Sweetheart, you've got to stop looking at me like that, your body needs a little time, and I am not used to denying my needs." He held back the shower curtain and motioned for her to step in. Control was something he prided himself on having, but it was going to take all that he had not to take her again before she was ready.
Stepping into the shower he grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and lathered his hands. Gently, he washed her shoulders and arms, and then, knowing he was tormenting himself, he lifted her breasts and washed them slowly. Forcing his hands to move away he washed her stomach and hips. "Turn around," he demanded gruffly, needing to remove the temptation from his view, at least for a moment.
His strange tone made her turn around quickly and she felt his large hands on her back. The touch of his hands as he moved them down to her ass and began massaging turned her on again and she moaned softly.
"Sweetheart, you make it hard as hell to resist taking you again, right here and now." He turned her to face him, his hand trailing across her hip and down, through the downy curls, to her velvet tunnel.
He slid a finger into her and she tensed, letting out an involuntary moan of pain. "Sir!"
"That's why I can't take you again right now," he told her, easing his finger from her clenching folds. Turning from her he quickly washed himself. "Finish your shower, sweetheart, and meet me back in the bedroom." He leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her lips before stepping from the cubicle. He grabbed a towel from the rail and strode from the room, feeling the need to put some space between the two of them, at least for a few moments, so he could get himself under control.
Carla was hurt by his sudden departure, having no idea what she'd done wrong. She quickly cleaned herself off, taking care as she washed between her thighs to avoid aggravating the soreness she felt there. That done she stood under the warm spray for a few minutes, letting the heat wash over her body.
When she was finished she stepped from the shower, a little apprehensive, worried that he was going to send her home. The thought of being dismissed made her eyes fill with tears and she brushed them away, chiding herself for being so silly.
A large soft white towel hung on a rail and she used it to dry herself off, berating herself mentally as she did so. He wasn't her boyfriend, she told herself, but that didn't make her feel any better about his suddenly leaving her alone. Wrapping the towel around her body once she was dry she secured it over her breasts, and taking a deep breath she made her way back into the bedroom.
He was resting on the bed, nothing but a towel draped over him, and her heart lurched. She moved over to her discarded clothes and picked them up, feeling more than a little emotional.
"What are you doing, sweetheart?" He felt a strange lurch in his chest at the thought of her dressing to leave.
"I, well, I thought you'd want me to leave now, Sir." She couldn't look at him, not wanting him to see the way her eyes filled with tears; she hated herself for not being able to control her emotions.
"Come here," he instructed; when she didn't immediately do so he raised his voice, "now!"
Her eyes lifted to his and she quickly crossed to the bed. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, where they'd fallen without her permission.
Things were going to get complicated; he thought as he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed with him. The tears were still falling, despite her efforts to stop them, and he reached up to brush them away. "I didn't ask you to leave, now you climb that cute little ass over to the other side and get some sleep.
"That's an order."
Carla wasn't about to argue, he wasn't sending her home and that made her happy. She climbed over to the other side of the bed and slid under the covers. Taking off the towel he dropped it to the floor. She was shocked when he pulled her over to lay her head on his chest.
"Sleep," he commanded. "Whatever am I going to do with you, sweetheart?" he whispered softly as he caressed her hair.
She had no idea how she could possibly fall asleep after all the excitement of the night, nonetheless she closed her eyes and soon enough her breathing leveled off.
He held her as she slept, feeling a strange protectiveness toward her. Things could definitely get complicated, he thought, relishing the knowledge that everything she discovered in the next week and a half would all be learned at his hands.
In the end it took more than an hour for his mind to settle down enough for him to join her in slumber.
The next morning Jason woke Carla, having just been woken himself by his alarm. He smiled as she sleepily turned to him and he couldn't stop caressing her lips with a gentle kiss. "Baby, I have to go to work soon, you can stay here if you wish, or I can have my chauffeur drive you home."
Carla was half asleep as she sat up in bed but woke completely when she realized she was still naked. Hurriedly she snatched up the sheet to cover herself, flushing as she pulled it up above her breasts, an action that made him laugh. "I have to work today as well, Sir, so I should go home."
"I don't like you hiding from me, Carla," he told her, reaching down to pull the sheet from her hands so his eyes could roam over her breasts. His mouth eagerly moved down to suckle on one of the crinkled nipples, which quickly hardened at his attention. "You're not going to leave that easily." Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand he pulled out a condom, ripping the package open so he could slide it over his length. As he did he thought to himself that he would have to teach her the more interesting methods of putting a condom on.
With that done his fingers slid down her flat stomach, ignoring the downy curls he itched to remove, to delve between her soft folds. He was pleased to discover she was already wet and ready for him.
Giving no thought to whether she might still be sore he parted her thighs, moving himself between them, and penetrated her in one quick movement. Her gasp of surprise, tinged with pain, fueled him and he thrust inside her with abandon, his hands squeezing her ass cheeks roughly as he pulled her into him in rhythm with his strokes. "I don't think I'll ever get enough you, baby," he grunted.
In the beginning Carla felt only pain, still tender from her initiation, but after a few minutes the pain had faded and all she felt was pleasure as her body climbed towards a peak. "Sir, please," she begged softly, needing to feel the same release that had exploded within her the previous night.
"That's my sweet girl, cum for me now!" He increased his tempo and drove into her frantically, feeling his own orgasm build. Her hot core flooded with her orgasm and clung to him like a second skin. That was all it took to send him straight over the edge.
She was unbelievable, he thought, feeling a twinge of guilt as she winced in pain when he pulled himself from her, he quickly reconsidered though. "I want you to think about me all day, baby; remember that soreness, let it remind you how much I want you."
The flush his words brought to her cheeks deepened as he got out of bed and pulled her to her feet before leading the way to the bathroom. She was self-conscious about being naked in front of another person, but had little time to think about it as he pulled her into the shower and washed her.
Once he had finished with Carla he washed himself; they were both out of the shower within fifteen minutes and dried off after another minute.
"Get dressed, Sweetheart, before I forget I have a company to run and you need a little time to recuperate." He smacked her ass lightly, and then turned to his closet to pull out a suit.
Carla felt the ache in her body with every movement, but it was a deliciously sinful pain that she was more than happy to endure. She was no longer a virgin, she thought, a happy smile covering her face. Not only had she lost her virginity, she'd had one of the best nights of her life.
"I like seeing you smile." He adjusted his tie as he looked over at her. He hated that she was dressed again, but realized it was probably a good thing, it diminished the temptation he felt and helped him to concentrate on the things he knew he had to do that day. "Let me walk you out." He took her hand and together they made their way down to the foyer, where he gave orders for his car to be brought around.
Carla was startled by how abrupt he was with his servants, his tone more commanding than it had been with her the previous night. She didn't have time to dwell on it however as he walked her down the steps to the limousine that had just pulled up. By the time they reached it the chauffeur was standing to attention to one side of the now open rear door.
"I'll see you back here tonight, at nine." It wasn't a question, she realized, it was an order, albeit made in a less commanding tone than he had spoken to his servants in.
She nodded her head but quickly spoke when she saw his eyes darken, "Yes, Sir," she whispered.
"I enjoyed you last night," he told her, lowering his head to plant a brief kiss on her lips. "Now climb in, before I decide not to let you go." He helped her into the car.
Carla was a little surprised as the door swung shut without another word being said by Jason, and without an opportunity for her to say anything to him. All she could do was watch his back as he walked away, not even waiting for the car to leave before he returned to the house.
What a night, she th
ought, her eyes remaining on Jason's perfectly formed posterior as the chauffeur settled behind the wheel and they pulled away. Jason Portland was certainly more than she ever thought a man could be; she settled back in the black leather of the rear seat, a broad smile of satisfaction stretching her lips.
CHAPTER SIX
Carla walked into her dorm room in a daze, her body still sore. She'd already had a shower but thought a soak in the bath would do her good, with luck it would ease the aches she felt in her muscles, and other places.
Making her way into the bathroom she quickly dropped the plug into place and began running the water. A laugh bubbled up out of her as she began stripping off the small amount of clothes she was wearing, she was going to be the cleanest girl in the world she realized after a shower and a bath within the space of a couple of hours.
The hot water stung as she slid into its heat, but after a minute or so she had become accustomed to it and began to relax. She didn't wash herself, she simply lay back and luxuriated in the heat, letting it seep into her muscles and ease the ache within them. She moaned slightly in annoyance when she heard Scarlett calling out.
"Back here, Scarlett," Carla shouted; she wasn't about to get out of the bath for anything short of a fire or an explosion, at least not until the water got too cold to be enjoyable.
"Just checking on you," Scarlett said, walking into the bathroom and plopping down on the closed toilet seat. "So how are you feeling?" At Carla's blush she laughed. "That good, huh?"
"He's definitely something else." She was embarrassed but it felt good to have someone to talk to.
"Okay spill it, girlfriend, and don't leave out a single detail." Scarlett was smiling, pleased to see her friend happy and obviously okay with the events of the previous night.
Carla told her friend everything, leaving nothing out, as she had been instructed. It wasn't something she would normally have felt comfortable talking about, but she had never kept secrets from her best friend before, and a part of her was desperate to talk about it.
