“No, I told you not to move, and you did. No protests. Just take your punishment, my dear.” His thumb worked the spot, just the right pressure, just the right pace, and I wanted more. “You do taste nice, though, so later, when you’ve earned it, I’ll taste your pussy again.”

“Ohhh…” I breathed out, and my hips dipped into the bed at his naughty words. “That would be wonderful, sir.”

“Indeed, it would be wonderful, Steph.” He shifted around to sit beside me then moved me carefully until I was on my stomach. I could go to my knees once he fed more cloth through the bars of the headboard, and he positioned me to prop up on my elbows. “Don’t move, Steph. Stay like this.”

“Yes, sir,” I responded, but I felt exposed, vulnerable. Then I remembered, I didn’t have to feel like that with him. I was supposed to give him those things. I let my head rest on the bed, still blindfolded, and waited.

His hand explored my bottom; his fingers dipped along the edges but didn’t

invade. “Now, if you’re very good and don’t move, Steph, I’ll take these off of you and let you feel my tongue on you. But if you move, they stay on, and it’s only my fingers you’ll feel. Over the panties.”

“Yes, sir,” I repeated, and I knew I was screwed. How could I stay still like

this?

“I can smell you through your panties, Steph, feel how wet you are. My cock would slide into you so well right now. I bet it wouldn’t even hurt a little bit, despite your virginity.” His fingers slid down my bottom, along the edge of leg, until he found the wet center he so eloquently spoke of. “I’ve not had a virgin for a long time. I have to admit, it is appealing to know you’ve never had a man’s fingers on your clit before, or sliding through your wet folds.”

“Is it, sir?” I could barely breathe as I waited for his touch, but he’d stopped, just hovered over the round fullness between my thighs, the mound that his fingers would soon be in, if I was a good girl.

“It is, Steph. So sweet to know you’re untouched.” His fingers pressed into me then, a soft pressure, but enough to tease that ache above his fingers. They spread out then as I moaned softly, until he pressed into the spot.

His fingers danced on me until I couldn’t breathe, and my hips wanted to move. I had to concentrate so hard on that, to not move, while he made me want to writhe with abandon. It was so unfair, but I did my best.

Until his other hand dipped under me to tease a nipple. My hips twitched, and his hand stopped, but then pulled my panties up tight, until the front pressed against my clit. Something had built inside of me, a pressure that was about to go off when he did that, and I gave a cry of protest. “Don’t move, Steph.”

“But…,”

“No. Do not move.” He punctuated it by pulling the panties tighter. That only made the ache worse. “Concentrate, breathe.”

“I just want to come.” I’d never said that before, not out loud.

“I know you do. But you can come when I say you can, Steph, not before.”

This time his punctuation was a slap right against my center, and fuck, it felt so good. “Oh!”

“More?” he asked, his voice on alert.

“I liked that, sir. May I have another?” I didn’t care what I sounded like; I wanted to feel that again.

His slap against my private was more forceful this time, mainly his fingers, but it felt so good I could barely control myself. I examined it as he waited for

my response, surprised at myself. I wanted to try this out, but I wasn’t sure I totally understood it. I’d never been the kind who thought hitting was something a man should do to a woman, but in this instance? It made me melt.

“Another…” I didn’t realize my plea was a demand until I’d said, but he didn’t point it out either.

This time, his palm caught my mound, his fingers the back of my thigh. Not

as good, but nice. “I prefer your fingers.”

“Good girl, don’t be afraid to say what you like. To ask for it. But no more demands.” He smacked my folds harder, and it didn’t feel like punishment at all.

It felt like heaven.

I wanted to squirm like a happy puppy, but I kept myself still. My hands were knotted on the white, lightly scented duvet that smelled clean and fresh, but I didn’t move. “More, please, sir. Please, make me come.”

“Very good, Steph, very good.” His other hand still had my panties in a bunch, and I groaned when his tongue found my clit.

“Fuck…” I couldn’t help it, the word came out as his tongue licked over me

just before his lips sucked the small nub with a force I couldn’t fight against.

His fingers didn’t stop moving, and one hand went back to a nipple, while the other hand did something else. He slid it along my nether lips until he could clamp them between his fingers. He pressed them into the folds, and I wanted to squirm at it all.

I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I was saving that. For a special moment, for the point when I knew it was completely right, and not just a newly discovered need. I imagined him behind me, pounding into me, a thick cock between my slick pink skin, and the world exploded.

“Sir…” I cried out into the air, my hips pushed down into his fingers, and my back arched, but I didn’t twitch, not yet. I fought to remain still, to be a good girl, but I’d lost the moment the orgasm struck me.

“You may move now, Steph.” He released me, and I cried out again, while my hips moved against his hand, and my back arched tighter. “Feel it Steph, let it take you away.”

“I, oh fuck, I can’t…”

“You can let go. You can move. You can do whatever you want.” Then his fingers pressed harder, insistently, until the world spun away again, into this explosion of muscles and pleasure that I couldn’t say no to.

In that instant, I was an addict who never wanted their high to end. No wonder people sought it out, and this was only my first orgasm with another person involved. What would sex be like? Could it beat this?

His tongue swiped at me, until it became unbearable, but he wouldn’t move

away. His hand planted down in the center of my back, and I knew this was a new lesson. Let him take control, or we’d end this.

Who could say no to a good tongue-lashing?

11

DYLAN

I was enthralled by Stephanie. Despite her inexperience, she

maintained her control very well, and I knew this must have been a daily occurrence for her. Not the sexy part, that was definitely new, but the maintain control part wasn’t. My girl was very familiar with that.

I was impressed, as I had been from the moment I saw her. She gave in easily to her desire to be pleased, but she tempered that with a stringent control. I had the delightful job of breaking that control, though I asked for it. Perhaps confusing to some, but if you’ve never seen someone like Stephanie let go of that stranglehold on their control then you wouldn't understand. It was a paradox, but one that made sense to me.

“Roll over, sweetheart.” I ran a tender hand down her back, to soothe her and let her know she was safe.

“Thank you,” she said, out of breath but happy.

“It was my pleasure, Stephanie. Drink some of your water. You need to hydrate.” It was consideration more than anything. Her skin had a light sheen from her exertions, and she needed to replace the moisture she’d lost.