I had known Jon for years, and the attraction was always there. But . . . I‘d been living with Matthew. So we went for years, just seeing each other at social situations.
A few months after Matthew and me had broken up; I was at a bar with a few friends of mine. They had taken me out, to try and cheer me up, but it wasn’t working. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, I felt myself being picked up and boisterously hugged.
“Alyssa!” he said joyfully.
“Jon.” I said lamely, struggling to free myself from him from his strong arms. After a second or two, he put me down, and stood back, his eyes running over me. I was dressed simply that day, in worn jeans and soft cotton of my t-shirt, my curly black hair brushing my breasts. Jon looked up and caught my eyes, and I blushed at the desire I saw in his eyes. I dropped my eyes, unable to bare the intensity of his gaze. I felt, rather than saw, his amusement.
“Where’s Matthew?” he asked, his eyes searching the crowd.
I shrugged a shoulder. “We broke up.” I muttered.
Instantly I had his complete attention. “Oh, you did, did you?” he said smugly. I shivered at the look in his eyes. “Scoot over.” he ordered. Startled I hastened to comply, allowing him to sit next to me in the booth. Jon put his hand behind me on the booth, in what should have been an unthreatening gestured, but for some reason wasn’t. I could feel the warmth radiating from his arm; a constant reminder of him Jon waived the waitress over. “Two shots of Jack.” he ordered. A few seconds later the waitress plunked them on the table, and then walked off. Jon handed me one, and picked up his. “A toast.” he said, “To the future.” Jon swallowed the shot in one strong swallow, and I watched, fascinated at the working of the strong muscles in his neck. He looked at me. “Drink it,” he ordered.
“B. . . but I don’t like . . .” I stammered.
Instantly the intensity of his gaze was on me again. “Drink it,” he repeated. I swallowed nervously, and downed the whiskey, coughing as it hit the back of my throat. “Good girl.” he murmured. Surprisingly enough, to me that is, I felt myself respond to the approval in his voice.
I looked up at my friend who was just returning from a rather long trip to the bathroom. She had a guy behind her. “Hey, Alyssa, I’m going to go home with Nathan tonight, so don’t worry about giving me a ride home.” Susan grinned cheerfully at Jon. “Hey, Jon! Do you mind keeping Alyssa company, tonight?”
Jon just nodded, and before I could say anything Susan had left, dragging her friend behind her. Jon looked down at me and smiled, his slow sexy smile, laden with promise. “Well, I guess it’s just you and me, babe.” I flushed, and tried to wiggle away from him, but he just followed until I was at the back of the booth, his legs pressed firmly to mine. He gestured for the waitress to bring us another round. While we were waiting, his hand slid to my shoulder, his hand resting gently on the top of my breast. The waitress put our shot glasses on the table, and this time I downed it without being told. Jon put his glass down, and moved his hand to my thigh. “Good girl.” he whispered in my ear. Once again, I felt that warm flush inside, just from the knowledge that I pleased him.
Jon bent his head, and captured my mouth in a slow sweet kiss. I could feel my body softening, and I arched my back to meet his mouth. After a few seconds Jon tore his mouth from mine, and moved his lips back to my ear. “Let’s go, baby.” He stood up, and threw some money on the table, and turned to walk to the door.
Almost in a daze, I stood up to follow him out of the bar. I could barely believe I was doing this. I never went home with men that I barely know, but here I was, leaving with Jon. Once we were outside, Jon wrapped his hand possessively around my waist, and held out his hand. “Give me the keys,” he ordered. Dazedly I handed him the keys, and watched as he unlocked the passenger door, opening it to let me in. I pulled my sneakered feet in the car, and it shut gently behind me. Jon walked around to the driver’s side, and climbed in, taking a few minutes to adjust the seat for his long legs. He started the car, and looked over at me. “Take off your pants.” I blushed, opening my mouth to protest, but one look at his eyes, and I shut it, hastening to comply. Somehow I knew that he was not one of those ultra civilized men, who would allow me to recklessly defy them. At the thought I could feel my nipples peak, and my inner muscles clench. Jon watched me slowly pull my jeans down my hips, and over my legs, his eyes glinting at the sight of my bare pussy. “What, no panties?” he asked.
I shook my head, and softly answered. “No, they were all dirty.”
Jon smiled, and reached out his hand to gently touch my breasts, his rough palms rubbing my tight nipples. I groaned, pushing them into his hand, but his hand moved further down, running over my flat stomach, and down to my pussy. He nudged my thighs with his hand, and obediently I opened my legs, allowing his hand access to my wet pussy. He ran one long finger through me, and I whimpered, pressing myself into his hand, but once again, he ignored my hint. He pulled his hand out of me, and his fingers glinted wetly in the moonlight. Slowly he inserted his fingers in his mouth, and licked the moisture from it. “Mmm.” he said, his eyes boring into mine. I shivered, unable to tear my gaze from his. Jon slowly pulled his fingers from his mouth, and then turned his attention to driving.
“Take off your shirt, baby.” he ordered, not even taking his eyes of the road. I blushed, but once again obeyed him. I was finding an incredible peace inside me, just from relinquishing control to him. Jon glanced at me to make sure I’d done as I’d been told, then returned his eyes to the road. I risked one brief look at his cock, and could see the tent it was making in his jeans. I salivated at the thought of his cock in my mouth, cumming endlessly.
Jon drove quickly to his house. Luckily enough for me, it was far enough from his neighbors that no one would be able to see me, because he refused to allow me to dress. I scurried inside, the cold night air making my nipples even harder, something I wouldn’t have thought was possible. Jon followed me in, stopping to lock the door behind him, and then pulled me to him, kissing me hungrily. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and arched into his embrace. After awhile he bent over and picked me up, cradling me against his hard wide chest, and carried me up the stairs, and to his bedroom, where he laid me gently on the bedspread, then stood there looking at me. I held my arms out for him, feeling scared and empty when he wasn’t touching me. Jon quickly shed his clothes, revealing a hard, muscular body. My eyes skimmed over him, and widened at the size of his cock. I looked up at him fearfully. “I don’t think . . .”
Jon chuckled, and lay back on the bed with me. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll fit just fine.” His hands gently captured my face in them, holding me still for another mind searing kiss. He ran his hand down my neck, to my chest and then my breast. I groaned, arching my back, as he pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I whimpered, and shifted, desire rushing through my body, making my pussy spasm, and run with desire. Jon bent his head, and pulled my other nipple into his mouth, and I cried out, pressing my breasts into his face. The last thing I saw before I closed my eyes was Jon’s mouth against my breast, smiling triumphantly.
Jon ran his other hand softly down my body, over my hip, and over to my pussy, I restlessly spread my legs, wanting - no needing to feel his hand touching me. Jon gently cupped me, holding me in his hand. I pressed my pussy to him, needing him to touch me. Jon ran a finger between the lips of my sex, gently rubbing my clit. My body jacked off the mattress at the pleasure shot through me. I whimpered, empty, needing him to fill me, and he responded, pushing first one finger and then two inside me, and then pulled them out, fucking me with his fingers. I moved my hips urgently, encouraging him, needing him to go deeper. He pulled his fingers out, and I cried out, urgently needing him. My eyes opened, and I looked blearily into his. “Who are you?” he asked. I shook my head, not understanding his question. “Who do you belong to?” He ran his finger teasingly over my clit. I whimpered, and arched my hips, but he just laughed tauntingly. “Answer me, Alyssa.”
“Yours, yours! I belong to you.” I groaned, desperate to have him fill me, complete me.
“And who am I?” I didn’t understand what he wanted. Jon positioned himself between my thighs, holding the tip of his cock at my entrance. I whimpered, trying desperately to push myself onto him, but he held me still with one strong hand on my hip. “Am I your master?” he asked.
“Yes, yes,” I groaned.
“Say it, tell me.” he ordered
“You. . . you’re my master.” I whimpered. “Please, I need . . . please, master.”
“Good girl.” Master whispered, slowly pushing himself into me. I stiffened as he stretched my tight pussy, unaccustomed to someone as big as him, but after a few minutes my muscles relaxed, and my whole world was him, as he filled me, completed me. He pulled out, and pushed back in, and the pleasure welled up, overflowing. I groaned, deep in my throat, as wave after wave of fulfillment hit me. Master set up a steady rhythm that drove me up further and further. I gasped and gave a small screech as another peak hit me. My pussy spasmed on his hard cock, and he stiffened, spewing his cum deep into me. Master collapsed on me, and I savored the weight of his body, a rock in a world that was still spinning.
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Jon woke me up a few hours later. “Wake up, baby.” he murmured. Sleepily, I opened my eyes, his handsome face coming into focus.
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around him. “Is it morning?”
Jon chuckled, “Nope.” he said, and pushed his hips into my leg, so that I could feel his hard cock. “I’m not done with you.”
