Ummm, it was delicious to wake up with a woman in your arms. This one felt soft and warm as she snuggled in close. She had such fabulous tits he thought allowing his hands to roam over her full warm breasts. He heard a little moan and felt her shift just slightly thrusting her chest out. Such a responsive little whore he thought, she's not even awake yet. His hand traveled down her body in search of her pussy. He stroked her naked crotch -- he did love a shaved cunt. Lazily he sought further exploring and stroking. He slipped in a finger and began a quiet fucking motion. She moaned again and pushed her ass back against him. His cock really began to sit up and take notice now, so he shifted his fingers up to her clit, adjusted her hips slightly and slipped right in through the back door.
He loved fucking from behind like this, her ass pushing rhythmically against him. It gave him such easy access to her clit and her tits. Taking full advantage he began to rub her clit with one hand and tits with the other. Coming awake now her participation became more deliberate. He felt her hips begin to work and her nipple growing firm in his fingers. He had one arm trapped under her body and as he felt the other one reach for him, he commanded, "No touching. You just take it slut, take whatever I give you."
Now that he had her full attention, he began to play harder. He knew that while pain aroused her, she still found it confusing. He planned to teach her to seek the pain, crave it, use it, beg for it, because he knew, even if she didn't yet, that painful orgasms were the best -- everything else was just vanilla.
While she was soft, and warm and full of his cock, he began to hurt her. He mashed her clit tightly against her pubic bone rubbing it harder and harder. She jerked and cried out, but he didn't stop. He kept up the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy and the pain in her clit. The he began to pinch and pull first one nipple and then the other. Harder and harder his hands worked her tender flesh all the while his cock was sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
She was bucking and heaving now, desperately rubbing his cock with her cunt, "Oh God, please sir, please," she cried.
"Please what, slut? Hurt you more? Is that what you want, you want my pain?" He knew that she was far enough gone that she would have agreed to anything, begged for anything he told her to. So he taught her to beg for pain. "Do you want it?" he panted in her ear. "Do you want more? Do you want more pain? Do you want me to hurt you?"
"Yes, yes," she screamed, "oh God, pleeeease hurt me. Hurt me more."
"Is this what you want, cunt?" His fingers worked her harder and his hips worked harder, thrusting faster, fucking her harder. He felt her build, felt her pussy spasm and close around his cock. "Cum," he commanded. "Cum now. Cum for me right NOW."
"Aaah!" she screamed, her hips grinding down on his cock, his fingers vicious and cruel. When she vibrated and jerked hard in his arms he smashed his cock as deep into her throbbing cunt as he could reach and released shooting his hot load deep into her.
She collapsed forward burying her face in a pillow. He let his body rest against her, arms still tight around her, catching his breath. That was when he noticed she was crying into the pillow. "Hey," he said softly. "Come here," he said turning her over.
"Oh Rick," she sobbed winding her arms around his neck and holding on like someone might wrench her away at any moment.
"What is it honey? Can you tell me? Did I hurt you?"
"No," she choked, "nothing like that. I'm just so scared. I've never cum like that in my life. But with you every single time is like that. It's like my body is out of control. I don't know what's happening to me," she wailed.
Rick lay back on the bed pulling Patty with him until she laid atop him her arms still tight around his neck. He patiently stroked and patted her until she quieted. When she was still, he rolled with her until she was lying on her back. He reached for a tissue and gently held it to her nose. "Blow," he said. She giggled, but obediently blew her nose into the tissue. "Are you ready now, are you ready to hear me," he asked? At her confused expression he continued, "I tried to have this conversation last night in the dining room, but you weren't ready."
"I think last night I was so horny that I couldn't think about anything but you and your dungeon. You'd spent hours feeling me up in that restaurant and I just couldn't wait to get my hands on you."
He chuckled, "OK, I'll take some of the responsibility. But you have rushed head-long into a situation that you don't understand. Now something has brought you up short and you're wondering, 'What the hell have I done?' Am I right?"
She considered for a moment and then agreed, "Yes that tends to be the way I do things."
"OK, first of all know this: You're OK. There is nothing wrong with you. You're safe. I'm right here with you and I've GOT you. Nothing bad can happen to you when you're with me." He paused and gave her a moment to digest. "OK? Do you believe me?"
She sat up and scooted back against the headboard. She held a pillow in front of her body grasping it like it was a giant teddy bear. She considered for a moment before saying, "I do believe that I'm safe with you. You've been so gentle and considerate with all this emotion." She said the word emotion as if it were a bad thing. "It's just oozing out of me all over the place. I don't know what to do with it. You've been so kind to me, Thank-you," she said reaching a hand toward him.
He sat up too and grasped her hand bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. "You don't have to thank me for that. It's part of what we're doing."
"How is it part of what we're doing?" She pulled her hand back to cling to her teddy bear pillow again.
"Do you remember me telling you that first night that what we did stirred up very deep emotions and feelings?" At her nod, he continued. "It doesn't just happen the first time, it happens a lot, for some people it happens every time for awhile." He laughed at the stricken look on her face and said, "Don't worry, you'll get better at handling it over time."
She sighed and said, "I need to think about this for awhile."
"Fair enough," he replied. "If you're willing to release your death grip on my pillow, we could take a shower." She looked down a little surprised to see the pillow clasped tightly in her arms. She set it down on the bed and made a bit of a show of spreading it out and smoothing the pillow case.
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She was standing in the middle of his bathroom all pink and damp from the shower when she froze and said, "Rick, I heard a noise. I think there's someone in the house."
Rick listened for a moment then said, "It's only the housekeeper." He strolled to the bedroom door and shouted down the stairs, "Hey Carmenza, make us something for breakfast, will you?"
