Alessia Rey

Table of Contents Erotic Fantasies Blue Bird Website Private Lessons Room Service Dare Candy Ass Cat and Mouse Dreams Do Come True Stroke for Stroke Sarah’s Dirty Secret: Madison Car Trouble Blue Bird I sat at the bar lining the windows, which flanked the cobblestoned street. It was a small dive, in a tiny town on Cape Cod. I was waiting for Him. My fingers drummed on my beer glass, as my nerves rattled. We’d been talking for a long time, and, finally, I would get to meet him in person. I mean, I knew what he looked like, and I’d heard his voice, but this was the first time I would see him in real life. I was beginning to worry. The darkness had begun to creep in outside, and perhaps he had decided not to come. My heart sunk a little, as the excitement dwindled, and the hurt came in, surrounding me in heaviness. He had been very slow to warm up to me; I’d had to nudge him quite a lot. I dropped my head. Perhaps it’s just that, online, I’ll never meet anyone. I tipped my glass to finish my drink. I put my money and tip on the oak bar top, and pulled my jean jacket on over my floral sundress. You’re silly, Jennifer. Dressing up for him. I started to walk out, and a hand grabbed my wrist. I yanked it away in anger. “What the-” “You look stunning.” His voice made me physically shiver. I stood looking at him, like a lovesick child. “Will you sit with me?” he asked. “Sir, I thought you’d stood me up.” I shied my eyes away from his. I didn’t want to show the emotion they would reveal. Many had told me I was easy to read. “I was here before you. Watching you.” His eyes crinkled softly, as if amused by something. “Why?” I asked, confused. “I intended to call you over, but you are quite mesmerizing. I couldn’t help it.” He smiled. “You just sat here and watched me, made me think you weren’t coming?” I said, upset and, quite honestly, I felt helpless. I wanted to walk out in anger. “Just as I’d pictured.” His hand touched my chin and I pulled my face away. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, blue bird.” When he said it out loud, my screen name, it made my belly flutter. His hand was gentle, and his face was genuine. Sir’s face and jaw were strong, his nose long and broad. His hair was dark brown, and starting to show signs of feathering gray around his ears. His eyes were a gray-green that softened his appearance. “Are you hungry, little one?” He signaled the waitress to come over. “Um, I am, I guess.” My stomach rumbled in anticipation, answering for me. I rubbed my belly to silence it. We ordered dinner and, as we waited, I tried to keep from staring at him. His calm and cool collectedness had me unnerved. Sir rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger, with a smile. “What?” I asked impatiently. “Nothing, you are more beautiful in person.” I shifted uneasily in my chair. “Well, thank you, sir. I’m trying not to stare, myself.” My eyes met his and he laughed. “You are kind, as always.” The waitress came and freshened our drinks, placing another beer in front of me, and a darker ale in front of him. “Your dinner will be right up,” the woman said cheerily. “So, Jennifer, what should we talk about?” I smiled. I wanted him to lead the conversation. He was the same in person as online. Should I have been surprised? “Not sure, sir. I was hoping you had some ideas.” “Oh, I have ideas, little blue bird.” He winked with a little mischief in his eyes. A rumble of excitement coursed through my veins. He’d said no sex on our first meeting, but it didn’t stop my clit from throbbing. When we had chatted, he’d told me all the things he wanted to do me. Some I’d never done — ok, many I’d never done. But the thrill of the unknown was enough for me. Our food arrived, and I looked around the small room – it was packed. As I ate, I was impressed at how delicious the fare was. My manners escaped me, as I ate a little faster, and more than I’d intended. I was extremely nervous, and had been unable to eat during the day. Sir leaned on his elbow, and I caught him watching me. I froze mid bite, and my heart began to race. “Sorry,” I set the remainder of my burger down, wiping the juices from my hands with my napkin. “No need to be sorry. Did you not eat today?” I shook my head, no. “Well, you know you need to take care of yourself. That is one of my rules.” “Yes, sir. Honestly, I was too nervous,” I admitted. He nodded. “Your nerves have settled now, I see.” “Yes, that, and my stomach sort of took over,” I laughed, which made him chuckle as well. He reached out and touched the corner of my mouth, whisking away some sauce. “There is nothing to be nervous about. We’ve talked plenty of times. Only now, it isn’t behind a screen.” “I know. I just-I want to make sure I say the right thing.” My eyes left his. I hated showing my insecurity like that. He chuckled. “Listen, there is no wrong thing to say. The truth and your opinion are important. Understood?” I nodded, taking a breath that expanded my lungs. Before, I was, perhaps, only taking short pulses of air, and his words soothed me. “Finish up, little one. I want to show you something.” Nodding, I nibbled a little more on the fries, but my stomach seemed sated. I finished my drink, and thanked him for dinner. Leaving for the bathroom, I told him I would meet him out front. I couldn’t find him, so I checked my phone; no messages. I scanned the front again, and then went outside. I tugged my jacket around myself. It had become cooler than I had expected, and wearing a dress seemed sillier than before. I noticed the wooden sign for the restaurant blowing slightly in the wind – a baseball catcher. Simple, like Sir. “God, you are beautiful.” His words startled me. “I was wondering where you were.” “You said, ‘meet me out front.’” He repeated my words. I shook my head and said, “Where are we off to?” changing the subject. Sir looked me over from head to toe again, with an approving smile. I tingled all over, and suddenly felt like a girl on a first date, with butterflies in my belly. A warm flush filled my cheeks, and I was grateful for the dark sky. The wind swept my auburn hair, and I brushed it from my face. “Let’s take my car. Is that alright?” “Yes, sir.” I followed him to a Honda Civic; it was sleek and silver, and outshone my ten-year-old Camry. We drove along the small, lamp-lined streets of Harwich Port, and made a right turn off Route 28. We were about five miles from the restaurant when we pulled into a large parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the name of the beach, Red River Beach. The bright moon reflected off the rolling waves in front of us, and I grinned. “This is beautiful, sir.” I looked at his profile. “I thought a quiet place would ease your mind, and allow you to speak freely.” He turned and looked at me. The shadows played off his face, making him look more sinister than he was. Well, at least from what I knew of him so far. He seemed gentle, sincere, and, well, a gentleman. I looked at him pensively for a few moments, unsure where to start, what to say — so much had already been said online and on Skype. Then it came to me. “Sir, where do you live?” “I live in Dennis. And you, little blue bird, you live in Brewster?” I nodded, although it seemed silly; he already knew that. “I’m not really sure what to talk about, sir. What is left?” “I want to get to know you. Understand you.” His hand touched mine, and the flutters came alive again; I had just calmed them down. Sir had said similar words to me before; that he wasn’t a Dom that wanted many sub’s or sexual encounters. He wanted the right sub, and to pursue the relationship; train me to be “His sub”. Wetness seeped into my cotton panties, as the overwhelming feeling of being wanted stripped me of my prior self-consciousness. I had asked him many times if he was sure; I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but he’d insisted, once we met, he would know. My mouth was a sudden rush of saliva, and I continued to swallow at a rapid pace to keep up. I was nervous, but this time I realized it was this meeting that held all the cards for me with him. “Sir?” I asked meekly. “Yes.” He watched my face, and concern grew in his eyes. “Excuse me,” I stepped out of the car, my stomach unable to handle anymore roller coasters as well as being inundated with my constant intake of air and saliva. I threw up. Great! Pure sex and class, Jennifer! I chastised myself. If I can’t even handle saliva, how can I handle copious amounts of come? You stupid fool. This whole thing is a mistake. What was I thinking? He doesn’t want you. Doesn’t matter anyway, this is the nail in the coffin. Idiot! “Blue bird, oh, beautiful little one. You are under the weather. Perhaps too much to drink. I’m sorry, I should have insisted on a better place, coffee, no alcohol.” His hand stroked my back, and he handed me a handkerchief. Who even had handkerchiefs anymore? I wiped my lips, and my teary eyes looked up at him. “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to ruin your evening. I am just so nervous. I promise to be better. Please,” I pleaded. I wasn’t sure why I wanted to please this man so much, but I did. Every time he told me that I was a “good girl” — whether typed or on Skype – I would get a warm sensation across my body. He was different than all the other Doms I’d met online, and the first one I’d met in person. His patience was almost agonizing at times; however, part of me thought it was what I needed. He assisted me back to his car. “No, please don’t take me home. Please, sir.” I looked at him, and tears crested in my eyes, as emotions washed over me. “Little one? What is it?” His fingers ran down my spine. I reached into the car, fumbling through my purse, and grabbed a piece of mint gum. I knew my breath was probably atrocious. “I know you are out of town for a while, and I don’t know when we will meet again. I-” He smiled. I let out a big breath of nervous energy, and sniffled. “It’s alright,” I whispered. I figured I’d blown it anyway. I was acting like a complete psych patient. I leaned into the car and slipped my purse to the floor. I took my seat again. I watched as he gently closed the door, and I stared out of the window. I stared in complete silence the short distance back to my car. I got out without a word and walked swiftly to my car, which was across the street in another parking lot. I didn’t want to let him see me upset. Fool. I sat in my car a few minutes, trying to gather myself, wiping tears from my cheeks. Text message: If you are quite finished, please get out and come say goodbye like a proper lady. I hadn’t noticed that he was parked next to me in the parking lot. I stepped out of my car, and saw him leaning casually against his car, with his arms crossed against his chest. “Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I,” I swallowed hard, looking at his face. There wasn’t much light for me to discern his emotion. “Thank you for dinner. I didn’t mean to screw everything up. Good night, sir.” “Jennifer,” his voice was low, soft, and made me freeze on the spot. “If this is going to work, you need to tell me when things upset you. I cannot help you if you clam up and run away.” I nodded, still facing away from him. “Turn around and look at me.” I turned slowly, and he was right in front of me. So close that his aftershave pressed into my nostrils, and sent me reeling. I hadn’t smelled it before, and it was sending signals of want to my brain. When his hands grasped both sides of my face, a little moan escaped my lips. As he wiped my tears away, I heard a light chuckle come from him. He pulled me in for a hug, and I let go of my tension, falling into him like a ragdoll. “Sir, I worry I am not what you need.” “We’ve talked about this, blue bird.” “Yes, you said that, when you met me, you would know.” He pulled back enough to look into my eyes, letting out a frustrated growl. “Women,” he muttered. “Take everything so literal. Little one, you need to relax, you are not being tested under some microscope. We need to see together if we are a match, if we fit together like a puzzle. Understand?” I nodded, despite still wanting reassurance. I pulled him close again, needing to feel him against me. Sir tugged back, bracing me with his hands on my biceps, and his lips gently kissed mine. As the back of his hand brushed the side of my face, I bit on my lower lip. Darkness cast over us, as the moon was shrouded in a line of clouds. I shivered, and every fiber inside of me wanted to kiss him, really kiss him. But he remained impassive. He was just watching me, and my longing was becoming an ache. Night after night, I’d dreamt of kissing him. My eyes left his, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I withdrew from him. I was feeling lost. Unsure of my place, of what I should do. “Little one,” his voice spoke so low, I could just barely hear him. “Perhaps you aren’t ready,” he said to my back, and my stomach lurched. My breath stopped, and the tears rolled down my cheeks again. I nodded, and wiped them away. I walked past him and toward my car. I sat in the seat, waiting for him to pull away first. When he just stood there, I drove away with my pedal to the floor. Anger bubbled inside of me, or perhaps it was hurt. Maybe it was my self-doubt creeping back in. The doubt that I would ever find out who I really was; so far I was merely feeling like a freak — and not in a good way. I was bawling as I drove. Wondering what I could have done differently. The drive was a good twenty minutes, and didn’t do much to calm my nerves. I was speeding, which was unlike me. I didn’t feel like going home, so I drove to a place that held memories for me. It was a private beach. I drove down the small, rough terrain to the tiny, sandy parking lot. I walked out to the large boulders that sat in front of the pond, and leaned against them. I saw lights coming down after me, and my heart trembled a little. I didn’t have a permit for this beach. Hell, I had moved away from this neighborhood years ago. But I realized it was Sir, and I scooted a little further into the shadows. I no doubt looked like a hot mess, and keeping my temper under control would be harder now that the floodgates had spilled out. The sound of his door opening made my heart race. Why did I feel like this was hide and seek? A moment later it closed. I peered out but I didn’t see him. “Blue bird,” he startled me, and I literally jumped and yelped. He laughed. “Listen, I have all night for you, but you can’t keep running away.” I noticed he didn’t have shoes on, and wondered if he was chilly. In his arm he had draped a blanket. “Sir,” I looked up at him, and my heart danced, as he said he had all night for me. Why was I over-reacting so much? “Why are you hiding in here? When you saw me come up, I-” “I want to be pretty for you. Always,” I admitted. He chuckled. “Sweet, little blue bird. You’re beauty isn’t from your make up.” He wiped my face. His hand extended to mine, and I willingly placed mine into it. “Come, let’s talk about what’s bothering you. Ok?” “Ok.” We sat, and all the words rushed out of me at lightning speed. “I want to be the sub you need and want. You are so patient, sometimes it drives me insane, but maybe me being so new, I need that. I am scared that the things I want to do, well, I want to know I am normal. That I am not a freak. And, and, well, back at the other beach, all I wanted to do was kiss you. But can I do that? What are the rules? I feel so…lost.” I finally inhaled a big breath. He was quiet, and it scared me even more. “I’m sorry; normally, behind a computer screen, I have more of a filter. I’m nervous and-” “Jennifer, stop. I’ve never seen you like this before. I-” “I’m so sorry. Please…” “Let me finish.” His tone was more of annoyance. “Now. First, if not me, you will have no trouble finding someone to honor and love you. You are beautiful, vibrant, and smart. My patience comes from learning the hard way. Normal? Now, there is no such thing as that. Freak,” his voice deepened on the last word, and his hand curled around me. “Time will tell.” He had a mischievous smile on his lips. I couldn’t help but blush, and laugh lightly. “And kiss? Your place? You are allowed to be you. I will correct you if I find it necessary.” He squeezed me tightly to his side. The wind rippled the mostly calm pond, and suddenly the blanket fell away. His hands took me hard to his body, against his chest. As his lips press against mine, my mind lost sight of where we were; who he was. As his tongue slipped between my lips, my hand clenched his head, hard, and I moaned into his mouth. Heat rose within my core, and I wiggled inside his arms. I straddled him. I heard him growl, and he gripped the hair at the nape of my neck. “Ohh,” I gasped. I panted, while I looked up at him. “I’m sorry. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. I got a little carried away.” He smiled. “Forgiven, beautiful. You are a very good kisser. I can’t wait to see your other oral talents.” He spoke with an evil undertone, and his mouth quirked. My eyes closed, but I couldn’t shy away, as the flush crept over me, raising my temperature even further. As he released his grip on my hair, and I shifted on his lap, I became alarmed at the snake that was resting below me. He was rock hard, and it made me feel a little prideful. I slid back and forth. “Should we test it out now, sir?” His teeth gripped my earlobe. “You are the tease I knew you would be. I promised no sexual contact tonight.” I whimpered. “I’d like to take care of you. Please, sir, let me take care of this.” I grinned, as it twitched under my bottom, as I pleaded. “I have half a mind to spank you until you are sore, for being such a cock-tease.” “But, sir, I really want to-” My hand slipped between my thighs. Before I even finished, he flipped me over and turned up my dress, tugging my panties down. His elbow pressed firmly into my back, locking me in place. “Oh, my god!” I squealed. Smack! “Fuck!” The sting of the cold made the slap so much worse. “Sir, please.” Smack! “I don’t want to hear it. I did tell you no teasing, and I was adamant that there was going to be no sex tonight.” His cruel hand came crashing down again, and the pain burnt my skin, as the sixth and seventh cracks came down. “Please, sir. Please!” I cried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to tease you. Please let me fix it. Please.” His hand rubbed on my sore bottom, which I was sure shone like a beacon in the dark night. Rudolph would surely be outshone by this one. My panting and tears were echoing off the water. As I stilled, I could hear the frogs again, while I whimpered lightly on his lap. Sir pulled me up and brought my face to his; I expected anger, but he seemed softer. His eyes appeared darker, and made my lips drip with moisture – both pairs of them. “Come with me this weekend.” “Sir?” “Do you have to work?” “No, sir. Only during the week.” He smiled. “Would you like to come with me? It’s just a business trip, but you’d be with me.” “Yes, sir.” I was excited at this prospect. ***** After I left him and got myself home, I was in a tizzy, trying to decide what to bring. I packed an overnight bag with jeans and a dress. I showered before bed, to clean away the wetness that had seeped between my thighs. Sand had somehow made its way to my scalp, well, actually, to every crevice of my body. My face was a blackened mess, as I had thought it would be. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, he would be picking me up. I rolled restlessly in my bed, thinking about what we might do at the hotel. He had specifically said I couldn’t play with myself tonight. It was agonizing, since my body was so turned up. My pajamas were doing nothing but irritating my already sensitive body. My bottom reminded me of his hand on it, and I rolled on to my side. It was 4 a.m. before my body slowly drifted into my normal, naughty dreams. “Please, please, sir.” I whimpered. My body was on fire, and ready to burst. “Not yet,” his breath was hot in my ear, pulsing and tickling. I could smell his aftershave now, it tantalized me, and I wanted to lick his skin, taste him. “I need you, sir,” I cried. My body was bound in black ropes that snaked around my skin in various places. And then his hand gripped my neck, as his fingers gently swept across my greedy clit. Groaning in torture and need, I writhed, staring into his eyes, deep in lust. I was close and, as the air began to escape me, so did my words. My lips moved to say ‘please’ once more, and I woke abruptly. Panting, I found the sheet tangled around my ankle and neck, my hand was sopping wet, coated with my juices. Did I just come in my sleep? The blue glow beside me said 6:12 a.m., and I knew he would be here in less than two hours. I decided to take a shower to rinse myself, perhaps to hide the evidence. The sun was beginning its ascent, as I dried and dressed in a pair of shorts and a double layered tank top. My bra and panty set was cute, a deep purple satin, with a navy lace trim. The panties were boy short style, and had a cute detail, which was merely more lace pointing toward my pussy. I sat in the passenger seat, and an overwhelming amount of guilt washed over me. His face was full of smiles; his eyes alight with excitement, bubbling just below the surface. “Sir, before we go, I need to tell you something.” I swallowed back my fear. Fear that he wouldn’t want me to go. That he would punish me. At least if he punished me, I would feel better. Perhaps. “What is it?” His voice was laced in concern. “Last night, I-um-I think I had a wet dream. I woke up,” I looked at his face as I spoke, admitting my deed. “My hand was covered in wetness and…” my words escaped me. His eyebrow twitched upward. “We will take care of that when we get to the hotel.” I couldn’t read his voice or face. Was he angry? Surprised? Take care of it? Me? Spank me some more? I wiggled in my seat — the reminder of last night still present. We had a decent drive ahead, and my anxiety would surely grow as we went. My mind was racing again, but this time in anticipation. We stopped at a gas station, and then a diner. It was nice to spend time with him, and the waitress seemed to flirt with him. Asked if I was his daughter — which made me laugh. I said nothing; let him do all the talking. “Ready, little one?” he asked, as we both exited the bathrooms. “Yes, sir, thank you for dinner. It was very good.” His arm wrapped around me, and he tucked me close to him, as the rain began to pelt us outside. We jogged to the car, and he held the door for me, running to the other side. The warm, summer rain was pretty nice, except for the scent of the tar that wafted up into the car. I looked over at him, and reached up to wipe away a stray drop that had clung to his hair. A mega-watt smile spilled out of him, and it warmed my insides. “Only another hour,” he said, and shifted into gear. I enjoyed watching the storm roll in, lightning flashing, and the rumbles running through my body each time. Storms had always been a fascination of mine. The rainwater splashed noisily down on to the small car, and trucks swamped us a few times, as we drove. “I just love storms,” I sighed wistfully. The sway of the car and the sound of the rain sent me into a sleepy state. His hand slipped over mine from the stick shift, and on to my lap. I was a little startled, and he squeezed it gently. “You’ve been awfully quiet.” “I’m sorry. I was just enjoying the ride. I like car rides,” I smiled. “And the company,” I added, leaning back and turning slightly so I could see his profile. “You, too, beautiful. I can’t wait until tonight.” “What’s tonight, sir?” My heart rate spiked. “Fun,” was his response, and he downshifted. I hadn’t realized we were so close. Had an hour gone by already? He took the exit off the highway, and I saw a sign for the Double Tree Hotel. My pulse increased with the rain. What had he planned? Of course he had plans! I grinned to myself. He pulled up to the overhang and came to get me from the passenger side. He walked to the trunk and retrieved his suitcase, and I eyed it as we walked in. It was the normal rolling luggage, but I bit my lip curiously anyway. I stood beside the elevators as he checked us in. I overheard that we were room 801. “Wait here, little one,” he whispered into my ear, so close that I wanted to hold him to me. He moved the car, and came in drenched, his big arms open wide, and dripping in rainwater. “Ohh, noo,” I giggled, as he approached me in a mock menacing way. He smashed up against me, and leaned in for a big kiss. “No,” I pretended to push him away, while I laughed. The drops of rain ran down my face, and his clothes painted my body with wetness. Moist lips, twisting of tongues, and his hands clawed at my body, scratching up inside the thin fabric of my cotton shirts. His scent surrounded me, and lured my subconscious to another place. He walked me backwards into the elevator that chimed. He tasted like coffee from breakfast at the diner, and I was getting a little frantic with need, as his body pressed against mine. The cold bar of the elevator dug uncomfortably into my back, but he grasped my ass, and lifted me up. His cock rubbed against my pussy, which ached for him so desperately. I barely heard the chime for our floor. He released me, and my mouth was pouting and slightly swollen, and my pussy needy. I whimpered and looked up at him sadly. “Oh, you have a long time to wait, little blue bird. I have much to still do with you.” I followed him, as he carried our bags. He opened the door and allowed me to walk in first. The room was like any other economy hotel room. Sir had requested I bring a nightie that he had seen me in once before. It was a plum-colored baby doll, sheer except for the cups, with a split right below the bust line. I pulled on my matching stockings; they had bows that rested right at the front of my thighs. “Hmmm, that would look tantalizing, but I have other plans.” “Panties, sir?” “No, just the nightie, little one.” His voice was low, controlled. I’d heard it before, many times, when we had spoken on Skype, but now it was in person, and my instant reaction to him was surprising. My body erupted in goosebumps, and my breathing became shallow. “Yes, sir,” I trembled, as I attempted to put it on in a sexy manner, but I continued to fumble. “On the bed, I want to see you.” Sir had asked me to shave under specific instructions a long time ago. I had a small strip of hair above my lips, and the rest was bare. He had said something about still being a woman, and yet soft and sensual against his mouth. That conversation was the first time I remember literally dripping at the thought of his lips on my sex. I licked my lips for the hundredth time, as he stared at me. I was ready to jump him, but I knew what he was doing — building my anticipation. Something I had told him I had wanted and needed. My chest was heaving as I attempted to calm it, talking to myself internally. His eyes were smoldering with lust. My palms were sweating, and I rubbed them on the comforter. I clenched my pussy, as wetness trickled down toward my anus. “Close your eyes, little one. And safe word?” “Oh, uh.” I hadn’t thought of one. It had never crossed my mind. “Can it just be Blue Bird?” “Sure.” I could hear his smile, and material covered my eyelids, blocking the light from them. “First, do you remember what we discussed in the car?” My mind zipped around. We hadn’t spoken much at all in the car. I was worried; had I forgotten a key piece of information? “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t remember.” “You touched yourself last night. After I asked you not to. The one request I had.” “Yes, sir,” the words came out shakily. “Roll over. You said you wanted to feel a flogger, correct?” “Yes sir,” I said, with a little more enthusiasm than I had even anticipated coming from my mouth. He pushed my nightie up, exposing my back. “I will go gently, since it is your first time. Don’t be afraid to use your safe word, which is?” “Blue Bird, sir,” I responded quickly. I was on my hands and knees, and suddenly listening to every movement in the room. I could hear his breath; his sleeves as he rolled them up. I could hear him open his suitcase and retrieve the flogger. Oh God, I was so excited. Was this really happening? My first scene, with a man I trusted? “Oh fuck!” I screamed, as he smacked my ass. My internal thoughts had been jabbering too much. I closed my mind, and paid better attention. It was a scorching feeling as the next blow came, landing on the other cheek. The strikes continued, and some of the tendrils danced along my back, tickling and searing, and his soothing hand came next. “I want to try one more, to your pussy. Be still, little one.” I tensed, readied for it. It seemed as if an eternity passed. I could hear his footsteps moving. Was he appraising his work? Making me wait. Why was I waiting? Then- Swoosh! Smack! “Shit!” I was panting, but that one took my breath away. His hand came around and rubbed my pussy; my clit was peeking out beneath its hood, ready and wanting more. My arousal was at an all time high. I couldn’t believe it. My skin tingled, and I dashed my forehead to the comforter, moaning as his fingers pressed harder. “Oooh, God, sir. Please, I need to come, please I can’t,” my orgasm tumbled out of me before I could finish the words. He ripped his hand away, abruptly stopping my orgasm. I groaned and fisted the comforter. “I didn’t say you could come yet.” His words were hot in my ear. “I’m so sorry, sir,” I whimpered. I heard the condom, and his dick sliced into my cunt from behind. His hand gripped my throat, cradling it, and he spoke to me again, “Don’t come.” My eyes welled up. I had disappointed him. It was our first time, and I couldn’t help it, I told myself. He didn’t want excuses, but that was what I felt like saying. End of this sample Kindle book. Enjoyed the preview? Buy with 1-Click or See details for this book in the Kindle Store