That made me wonder … we hadn’t had time to talk about contracts, but maybe later. Right now, I wanted to know he was pleased with me.
“Can I do anything for you, sir?” I asked, and I stared up at him wide eyed. I wanted to look as innocent as possible, because he seemed to react to it instinctively. My inexperience excited him, and that excited me.
“Later. For now, just relax, Stephanie.”
I heard music beginning to play and saw he’d turned a small mp3 player on
that rested on a shelf in the large bathroom.
Before long, he began to move around, and he ducked my head under the water to wet my hair. He massaged a beautifully scented shampoo into my hair, before he gently rinsed it away. After that, he scrubbed me down with a washcloth and made sure every part of me was clean. When I got out, he wrapped me in a warm, fluffy white towel that reached down to my calves.
“I haven’t forgotten, Stephanie,” he said as he pulled me out of the bathroom.
“Forgotten what, sir?” I wasn’t sure what he’d meant.
“I haven’t finished. But I will.” He led me to the bed, and I crawled up on it to spread out naked to his eyes only.
“I will not fuck you, my lovely, but I will make us both come.” His slim fingers trailed down my flat stomach, down my bare pubis, and slid into my folds. My heart sped up as I watched his fingers move along my skin. When his finger teased my slick entrance, my eyes opened wide and lost focus.
I gave a ragged moan, and Mr. Dark moved his tongue, a wet slide, over my pale pink nipple. I felt his tongue rasp at the tip again, and I began to purr. Mr.
Dark scraped his teeth against me gently, his lips on my nipple, a delight I could not resist.
He moaned, and he pressed his cock into my slim hips to coax me to explore
him, to explore his needs. My hand fluttered down to his cock, and he gasped as I found him, and his eyes closed as his cock grew even harder in my hand.
I sighed my own pleasure and smiled when Mr. Dark glanced up at me. His
fingers moved down between my thighs, where he started to tease at me, to circle around the entrance that he knew I wanted him to explore.
My hips began to circle in the same pattern, and he matched his pace to the pace of my hips. I wanted to fall back and enjoy the moment, but I knew he hadn’t received his own pleasure yet. It wasn’t fair that I’d come so much, and so hard, but he hadn’t had anything yet.
We had set rules, though, and he’d made that one rule his own. He would not penetrate me, at least vaginally, and he had no intention of breaking that rule. He soon distracted me from my thoughts when he leaned over to kiss me, and my eyes closed. There was only the faint light from the bathroom to guide our hands, but it was enough.
“I need to be inside of you, Stephanie. I want it so much. But you made it a rule.” He gasped out the words and brought my attention to him again. “I need to feel your heat around me, the way your slick walls will grasp at me, but not tonight. Fuck, not tonight.”
“Do you want my mouth?” I asked and made to move.
“No, I need to make you come, to make you want my dick inside of you, to
make you beg for it.”
With a low growl, he moved and pushed me back as he fell to the floor to his knees. I gasped when his teeth grazed my clit softly, and my hips jerked up to meet his touch.
“Mr. Dark, I already want you to fuck me,” I gasped out above him, but it didn’t come out right. The sound of my voice turned into a low moan, and my back arched. My hips moved of their own will, and my fingers buried in his hair.
His tongue danced on me there, hot and wet, an indescribable feeling that I didn’t want to end. I knew it would lead to more pleasure, but right now, that sensation of his tongue on me was enough; it was too good to turn away. Then he took it a step further.
Mr. Dark sucked my clit hard and fast, and it reminded me of the suction cups, the way the vibration added to the sensation, and I didn’t care if I looked stupid or not. I bucked against his face and pressed my shoulders into the bed to feel more, to have more.
“Fuck, that feels so good.” I didn’t know my words would require a response. They were just words, something I’d said without really meaning to.
“Just imagine what it would feel like with my thick cock inside of you, Stephanie. How full you’d be, every nerve touched, fucked, as your clit is sucked. I could put all of those delightful little cups on your body while I fuck your tight little pussy.”
His finger had replaced his mouth, but it wasn’t as good. I needed that suction of his mouth. I wanted to demand he give it back, but I knew I’d be punished if I did. I heard the dare in his voice.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard soon enough, Stephanie. I’m going to get my
cock in you, and I’m going to ride you until you can’t take anymore.” Then he went back to my clit, and his tongue flicked at the button, stabbed at it, until I couldn’t hold on anymore and totally abandoned all dignity.
“Do it, Mr. Dark, fuck me, please; oh god, just fuck me.” I had no idea what it would feel like, but the way he described it, the way I ached in there, for something more, I knew it would be all I wanted it to be.
He dug into the globes of my ass with his fingers, to add an edge of pain to my pleasure. I gasped, that sting just enough, almost. A little more … and I was off.
I began to contract around him, my thighs clamped against his head, and I groaned loudly as my body twisted in relief. He went with it, his fingers still tight on my ass as I begged for more in my mind.
“Please...” I begged for more, for all of it, the whole Mr. Dark experience, but he wouldn’t budge. His tongue stayed in place, until I finally slumped
against the bed. Fulfilled but still empty.
“I’ll give you this much, Stephanie.” He pulled me to his hips, his cock trapped between us, and I felt him slide through the slippery silk of my body.
Instinct made me tilt my hips, made me twist to try to take him inside of me, but he growled and grasped at my hips. “Stay still or I’ll stop, turn you over, and spank you, Stephanie.”
I went still and waited. I could tell from the tightness of his jaw and the way his teeth barely opened that he was about to lose control. His cock nudged at my opening, and he groaned with frustration. So close, just a tilt, and he’d be inside of me. But he moved and started a slick pace, slow at first, but faster as he found a rhythm he liked.
“Tell me how much you want it, pet.” He moved his hips, the head of his cock barely there, just a pressure that was almost inside of me, and my fingers grasped at the bed covers. A quick thrust and he’d be inside of me, but his eyes pinned me in place. I didn’t dare move, not with that look in his eye. “Tell me pet. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
