Bedtime Ritual

"Master," I whispered from the doorway of the inviting den. A table was set for evening tea, the fireplace ablaze with warmth.

His gaze lifted from the book in his lap, running the length of me in my silk cream robe. He raised his arm toward me, crooking his two fingers. I hesitated and he gave a warm smile and a wink. The wink endeared me, and I met his smile with my own as I made my way to him. He stared up at me before nodding toward the soft cushion at his feet.

This was my first evening assisting with the Master's sleep routine, and the other women were elusive with the details. They just gave me a knowing smile and told me to enjoy myself. I immediately sank to my knees to the proper position observing protocol. I kneeled there for a long while, assuming he was finishing the chapter of his book. My own eyes started to close and my shoulders relaxed into an almost meditative state.

I was startled as he cupped my jaw, raising my face to meet his gaze, his eyes carefully caressing my face. "Tea?" his deep voice drawled as he reached for a cup and saucer on the table. I knew to always take what he offered, unless it crossed my boundaries. "Yes, Master," I said softly, watching his confident movements as he poured and fixed me the perfect cup of tea.

Instead of handing it to me he set it down, and reached to assist me off the floor. He guided me down to sit on his thigh, and I made myself comfortable, supported by his chest and the arm of the chair. Reaching for the delicate cup, he blew softly across it before raising the rim to my lips. He held the cup steady as I drank, taking small sips of the warm and delicious tea.

After a few sips, he sat the tea back on the table, and reached for the buckle of his belt. I quickly jumped in, eager to help, as he chuckled softly and watched me undo his pants. I looked up at him questioningly, and he said, "Keep going, pet, free me." I tucked my hand into his pants, wrapping my small hand around his cock, and pulling it free. He was semi-erect, and there was a precious drop of precum already glistening on the tip. I eyed it hungrily, wanting to taste it for myself. The women whisper amongst themselves about how delicious he tastes, and I've never had the opportunity until tonight. It was an honor to be chosen.

He watched me watch the drop start to slide down the underside of his cock and he scooped it up onto his finger. I was entranced as he moved it toward my mouth, which started to open under its own volition. But he didn't slip the finger in, instead smearing the drop along my bottom lip. "Lick," he softly ordered. The tip of my tongue dutifully licked, and I helplessly closed my eyes and offered a little moan. "Good girl... more?" he asked. I nodded, and opened my eyes to see him wipe more precum off himself, and I nearly melted as he brought two fingers up to my waiting mouth. He slid them in, resting them against my tongue. I couldn't help but lick and suck. "Show me," he whispered, "show me what they taught you."

I showed him. My lips, tongue, and a light graze of my teeth loving his two fingers like it was my only task for the whole night. Like I was made to do this. He pulled his fingers free, a proud look on his face as he watched my mouth try to follow his fingers, wanting more. He stood me up and reached down to move the cushion on the floor between his legs. I eyed his member, in awe that I got to finally assist him in this nightly honor. Guiding me down onto my knees, he shifted my hair out of the way, and let me set the pace as I moved my head toward him. Finally, I get to taste it directly from the source...

I looked up at him as I placed my hands on my knees and slowly leaned forward. I thought about the perfect way to make him feel good, to get one of those deep groans out of him that I only heard when he was with the other women. They did teach me well. I've been practicing for a month, working my way from a lollipop sized dildo to one perfectly matching the Master's size. I knew how to relax my throat and allow him full access while still breathing and relaxing against the pressure. My roommate and I took turns practicing every night, sometimes being extremely gentle and other times hard and deep, each taking a turn controlling the dildo. And now it was my turn to show him... to prove I was ready to perform the Bedtime Ritual.

The Master was a legend around our city. He took us in, caring for us, loving us, and supporting the advancement of our education. I was currently studying for an advanced degree in nursing. The only thing we had to give in return was our bodies, our love, and the care for the community we built here. We were entirely protected on the estate, but still exposed to the ways of the world. We could come and go as we pleased, just not sharing our bodies with other men. It was amazing to see how many women he has helped. The Dean of the Nursing School even wore the tell-tale sign of his love, a slim silver chain around her ankle with his initial lightly dangling from it. And hopefully, I will get my anklet tonight, if I please him.

I decided to start with a light kiss, right on the tip, enough to just feel the brush of my lips. There was enough precum on the tip that when I pulled away a slight silky string stayed attached to my bottom lip. I looked up at him and winked, as I hastily worked my tongue around my lips to capture it. He chuckled softly, cupping my cheek as he watched me taste him. Again, I couldn't help but let out a little whimper. He tasted amazing. I wondered if it had to do with the healthy amount of fruit he had all of us consume. "Good?," he whispered, as he watched me enjoy the taste. "So very very good, Master," I offered as I used my finger to wipe the last bit off of my chin. That went right into my mouth too.

Still holding my hair fisted in his hand, he used his free hand to hold his member for me, an offering to my grateful mouth. I decided to start with my tongue this time, swirling it around the tip, and gently teasing under the head. I knew I hit the best spot when his cock twitched and jerked in his hand. His face was so flushed, as his breathing increased. I opened my mouth, taking just the tip inside, which caused a labored, "Fuuuucccckk," to be released from his mouth. I kept going, allowing it to hit the back of my throat. That groan, that deep guttural sound poured out of his mouth when he was all the way home. I held him there, gently moving the hand gripping his cock away, so I could let the last inch slide in. Then I heard it, that moan, I knew I was doing it right with that moan.

I let myself get sloppy, letting my saliva drip all over him and my mouth and face as I worked him. Bobbing up and down, I watched as he gripped the arms of the chair, his hips thrusting to meet my mouth. He was straining, trying not to grip my head, as he knew this was my first night performing the ritual. His kindness even in the most intense moments was heartwarming, but I couldn't deny what I wanted. I wanted him to use me, control my mouth, and use it all for his pleasure. I reached for both of his hands, and guided them to my head, as I kneeled up, sinking my mouth all the way down his shaft. His fingers gripped into my hair as he began to control my head. I used my free hand to brace on his thigh, as I reached down with the other to play with his balls. His loud cry was all the warning I got as he fully released deep into my throat, with me swallowing every drop. I didn't stop, I kept sucking as he fully gave me all of it. It tasted so damn good. He leaned back in his chair, his head thrown against the cushion as he watched me clean him up with my tongue and mouth. I met his gaze as he whispered, "Such a good girl, for me"...

I sat back on my heels, feeling his soft gaze on my face as I unsteadily wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, wiping off some of my own salvia. I noticed I missed a bit of that delicious cum on my fingers and licked that off as well. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do next. When I asked about the full ritual, I was really only told about this part. The ladies just winked and told me to wait and see. He still leaned back in his chair, that magnificent cock of his relaxed now as his breathing returned to normal. He had a slight sweet smile on his lips as he watched me. I hesitantly returned the smile, soothing my hair back from my face.

"Come here, pet," he whispered, as he reached down for me. I stood up and he eased me back down onto his thigh, cuddling me to him. He kissed my forehead, whispering praise and how proud he was of me for my first night. He kissed his way toward my ear, gently nibbling as his hand caressed the inside of my thigh. I couldn't help but let my thighs fall open as he found that sweet spot right behind my ear and then ran his tongue to that amazing spot on my neck. I arched up as his nails lightly ran the length of the inside of my thigh. His gentle kisses, licks, and light nibbles were undoing me. I could feel myself start to cream my panties and my hips could no longer remain still.

His fingertips worked up higher, lightly grazing the edge of my panties. His other hand, part of the arm wrapped around me, turned my face toward his as he kissed and nibbled his way up to my lips. He took my mouth. I don't know how else to describe it. It was his, and he took it, sliding his tongue in to swirl and play. He pulled back, nuzzling his nose with mine, as he eased my panties to the side. I whimpered as his thumb grazed my nether lips, slowly stroking up and down. "Shhhh... I've got you, honey, relax and enjoy." He parted my pussy lips, looking me in the eye as he slid his finger inside, "so wet, pet, so very wet for me." He gave me a light kiss on my mouth, with just a quick tongue tip brush, as he pushed his finger in deeper. He thumb reached up to tenderly nuzzle against my clit.

He shifted me slightly, so my legs were completely spread open and he had full access. My head cuddled onto his shoulder, with enough space that he could kiss me and nuzzled his cheek against mine as he played with me. His other hand opened the tie of my robe, showcasing my breasts to the warm light of the fireplace. I never felt more exposed, but yet utterly safe at the same time. His free hand gently rolled my nipple, as his hard cock began to nudge my hip again. But he seemed to not care about his cock, as his finger worked deeper inside of me. "We've got to get you stretched, honey, open you up a little bit so you can take me deep," he whispered directly into my ear. "But don't worry, you are going to cum at least 3 or 4 times before that happens," he chuckled at my gasp...

"Why don't you drink a little more tea?," he whispered, slipping his fingers out of me and leaning us both forward to pick up the still warm cup. He held the delicate cup in his hand as he held it for me to drink. I felt like a little doll, sitting on this man's lap as he cared for me. "I need you nice and hydrated for this," he added as I finished the tea. He set the china aside as his fingers slipped back down to my sex. This time he let his fingertip nuzzle my clit as he began to make identical circles with his tongue behind my ear. This was different, it was almost like both spots were connected somehow. I felt them both more intensely than I ever have.

"Relax back against me, pet," he said directly into my ear, his breath hot against my sensitive curve causing me to squirm and giggle. He chuckled, "Does that tickle?" he did it again, causing another reaction from me. "Shh shhhh... it's okay," he said from a little distance, "but that's good to know for later." His lips worked back down to my neck, nibbling, but not strong enough to leave a mark. Just light little grazes of his teeth to awaken my senses. "So how many times do you think you can cum for me?" he whispered, "I offered at least 3 or 4, but do you think you can have more?" He sucked my neck a little as his middle finger slid inside of me, and I think I was a little too out of my head to answer. His finger stilled, and he stopped kissing. "Pet, focus, I asked a question..." he paused then asked, "do you think you can cum more than 4 times?" I started to speak, having to clear my throat, "Master, I will cum as many times as you tell me to...." He let out a pleased hum, "that's my girl."

He adjusted my leg more fully over the arm of the chair so he could have better access. My robe was open, and my panties were pushed to the side allowing his hand full reign. I reached up, curling my arm behind his head, as I used my other hand to cup my breast and offer it to his free hand. He was delicately circling just the tip of my nipple, as it pebbled so prettily for him. His finger slid deeper inside of me, grazing my g-spot which caused a little whimper to escape my lips. "Ahhhh... there's the spot, pet," he nuzzled his nose to my cheek, "do you want me to play with this special little spot?" I let out a croak as he started to rub that spot back and forth, "Yes, please..." He rubbed a little more intensely, "Yes, please, what?" Fuck, it felt so good, but I knew I had to answer or he'd stop. "Yes, please, Master..." I whimpered.

"So good... so responsive," he whispered. He applied more pressure in a come-hither motion, my legs lifting into the air as I leaned all of my weight back into his arm, my head just rolling from side to side as he worked me. He was cradling me, a smirk on his lips and his eyes alight from the fireplace as he worked me faster. "Look how pretty you are, you are getting close, aren't you?" he crooned as he shifted my weight to get a better and deeper position stroking my g-spot. "That's my sweet girl, let it cum, pet... let go and just cum..." With that endearment and encouragement I went right over the edge, the sound of his deep voice urging me to cum echoing in my ears. He kept rubbing as my body rolled through it, my legs shaking as I cried out. After he brought me back down, gently offering whispered praise, he offered, "that's one..."

I looked on as he brought his fingers to his mouth and slid them inside, licking them clean. He watched me watch him, as his other hand idly toyed with my nipple. He pinched the tip, tugging and rolling it just like I liked, and I could feel it in my clit. I know it sounds weird, but my g-spot orgasms and my clitoral orgasms have very different impacts on me. My g-spot ones make me feel energized, like I could keep cumming for hours. My clitoral ones make me sleepy, languid, and like a little kitten that needs a nap. And for some reason, my nipples seem to be connected to my clit.

He watched me react to having my nipple rolled, and slid his fingers out of his mouth to toy with the other one. I moaned, unable to hold it. "Oh, my little pet," he smirked as his eyes turned teasing, "you can cum from nipple play, can't you?" He pinched them simultaneously and I let out a little whimper trying to answer, "Yes, Master, I feel every touch straight to my clit." I took a deep breath before continuing as he rolled them gently, "it's like they are connected somehow." His response was a chuckle, as he cupped both of my breasts, plumping them up so the nipples stood straight out. He then lightly moved the flat of his palms in small circles, right on the tip of each nipple. The combination of his lightly calloused palms, barely moving in circles on my sensitive tips was my undoing.

He took them between his fingertips again, pulling them straight out as I squirmed in his lap. "What's it feel like, Pet... your clit I mean, what does your clit feel when I roll them like this?," he whispered directly into my ear. "Hmmmm, tell me... use your words..." I stumbled over them, trying to get those words out of my mouth. I knew I had to answer or risk him stopping. "It's...," I started, "it's like little zaps of electricity..." I gasped as he pinched them, "I can literally feel that as if you are pinching my clit...."

"Oh, Pet... you are getting close again, aren't you?," his deep smooth voice almost resonated in my ear, causing shivers down my spine. His open mouth and hot breath rubbed over my neck, as I arched up into his hands. I squeezed my tiny muscles in my pussy, clenching for something that wasn't there as he continued to tug and pull them. They were so rosy from his ministrations, almost too sensitive to touch. Just the lightest, easiest tap of his fingertip could be felt everywhere, it was like every nerve was sending all the sensations directly to my clit. "That's it, baby, that's my sweet pet, cum for me..." he urged. I exploded, almost falling off his lap as he gave my nipples one last hard tug, stars exploding behind my eyelids. He quickly caught me, wrapping me in his arms and pulling me tightly to his chest. "I've got you...," he murmured, "and that's two...."

We sat like that for what was probably a few moments, but felt like a lifetime. I rested on his chest, my face buried in his shoulder, and his arms tightly wrapped around me. I felt safe, cared for, dare I say loved, as he murmured nonsense words and noises to sooth me. This is the part that was always missing for me in casual sex. Back then it was about a competition, who can get off first, when I always wanted it to be a team sport. You don't have to be in love with me, or be in a relationship with me, to provide care and love to me in that moment. To mutually care that we both enjoyed ourselves. This is also one of the reasons I agreed to this arrangement. I wasn't ready to be married or partnered, but I wanted more than a quick swipe left or right.

He dropped a few gentle kisses on my forehead, his hands lightly grazing my back, before pulling away to look down at me resting on his shoulder. "How about a nice warm bubble bath?," he whispered. He reached down and arranged his very hard cock back into his pants, then swept me into his arms cradle style and headed toward a nondescript door next to one of the book shelves. Whoa... so let's first just give the man a round of applause for being able to sweep me off my feet. I tried my hardest not to show the Master my shock at this, and that being carried around was an everyday occurrence. I know I failed, as he laughed in delight as he walked through the door. Secondly, this wasn't just a bathroom, this was an experience.

There was a stand-alone tub in the center of the room, easily fitting four people. A sauna room on one side, and a huge shower with too many shower heads to count. The commode seemed to be hiding away in an adjacent room. The library, bathroom, and I could see an additional doorway leading to a bedroom, which must be part of his suite of rooms. We never enter this area without the Master's explicit invitation, and this evening he had personally called for me to assist in the Bedtime Ritual. He set me on my feet next to the tub, as he began to run the water. Reaching into a hidden cabinet he pulled out the bubble bath, which appeared to be in his own personal scent.

I looked over and admired his body, as he removed his shirt, and easily dropped his pants to the floor. Wow, the strength in his frame was evident, and that delicious cock of his was at attention and dripping my new favorite treat. My eyes roamed up to meet his, and he smirked, offering me a little wink. He stepped into the rapidly filling tub and sank back, resting his arms along the rim. "Let's drop that robe, pet, and climb on in here," he suggested. He turned off the water, the bubbles softly nuzzling along his chest, like I wanted to be. He picked up the handheld shower head, "Aren't you ready for number three?"

The Master looked utterly delicious leaning back in the tub, and although he hadn't fully seen me naked yet, I felt confident as I dropped the robe to the floor. Then I pushed my panties off my hips and let them fall where they may. I walked toward him, his free hand reaching toward me to assist in climbing into the soft bubbles. He flipped a switch, turning the jets on in the tub as I settled back across from him. The water felt divine, the bubbles almost making it feel silky on my skin, and I closed my eyes as I leaned back along the edge with a sigh. The heat relaxed my muscles as I let my body sink further into the tub, stretching out my legs.