It Just Feels Right Ch 03

** Again, please be sure to read the chapters in order, it will make mush more sense. Thank you! **

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It was dark in his house...like...not able to see your hand in front of your face, dark. She clutched onto his hand as he led her through the maze of hallways leading to his bedroom. At one point, she even closed her eyes, literally blindly following him. Soon, she knew they crossed the threshold into his room as he turned on the dim lights. It was like candlelight flickering from two small sconces on his wall. She smiled as he led her towards the bed...already feeling that now familiar pull and tightness in her body.

Mike turned and pulled her into his arms once again. His mouth found hers softly this time. The intensity was still there...but he knew he had no reason to rush. He knew he would have her here for a while yet. He smiled at her moan of desire as his hands reached her ass and grabbed it hard...lifting her up to him. She wrapped her arms around him as she answered his kiss as best she could. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest...he could already feel her nard nipples scraping across his skin through her shirt.

Something had changed in him during their walk in the dark. She could sense it. He seemed a bit...darker. She wasn't frightened of him...rather she was incredibly turned on. His body seemed tighter...his hands seemed stronger...more decisive. It was like he wasn't "asking" anymore...he was taking. "Want to go to sleep?"

Shelly looked at his handsome face and bit her lip as desire raced through her body. She shook her head as his hand ran down her uninjured side.

She felt his breath on her neck, then up behind her ear. "Do you want to do what I say, Michelle?"

She bit her lip as she felt a zing of raw desire run from throughout her body. Her nipples hardened and her stomach began doing major flip-flops. "Yes, Sir." She breathed the words more than said them, and she could have sworn she felt him smile.

Mike grinned as he lightly kissed the smooth skin of her neck. "We will start slow...just listen to me and do as I say." His voice was husky, thoughts of her obeying him already racing through his mind. He closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her skin once more...feeling his body react. "Stand still..." His whispered order was heard loud and clear as she dropped her arms to her sides and stood. Mike found the bottom of her camisole and drew it up slowly...forcing her to step back and watch him as he gathered her top in his hands. "Raise your arms." He smiled broadly at her compliance.

He knew he had been right about her. The top was soon over her head and on the floor. She stood there...the lights licking her skin and lighting it perfectly. He looked her up and down...drinking the sight of her in as he slowly stepped to her. His hands settled on her waist as he kissed her lightly again.

She stood as still as she could as his lips made their way down her body. "If we are going to try this...there are some stipulations. There are some rules I want you to follow, Michelle."

His voice was deep and rumbled against her skin. He continued his delicious torture, trailing his mouth across her jawline...her neck...across her collarbone...between her breasts as his hands kneaded and lightly pinched her nipples. "Always tell me the truth. Do not ever lie to me or keep anything from me...one hundred percent honesty." A shudder went through her as his whiskers touched the skin on her belly. "Obey me at all times." His hands glided down the curves of her ribcage...to her waist...until they met the waistband of her shorts. "Address me as 'Sir.' whenever possible, but always when we are alone in here." Mike bent and pushed her shorts down softly until they pooled at her feet. "You and your delicious body belong to me...and only to me. No one...including yourself...touches you without my permission. I am in charge, and you must trust that I will do all I can to take care of you and your needs." His face was level with the apex of her thighs and he leaned his head in...softly breathing in her scent as she stood trembling. "And you must always ask me for permission before you climax, Michelle. "Always." He stood back up...his fingers re-tracing their path back up her body. "Understood?"

Her mouth had gone dry. She could feel herself trembling and did her best not to break form. Michelle licked her lips, trying to think of what to say. She couldn't form words, so she just nodded. Mike looked deep into her eyes, and she knew what he wanted. She cleared her throat and matched his gaze. "Yes Sir...I understand."

He smiled. "Good girl." Mike touched her hair, running his hand down its soft length. "I will never harm you. There may be a bit of pain, but that will be for our pleasure. I will never leave any permanent marks or bruises on you. I will be completely responsible for your safety and pleasure...all you have to do is trust me, Michelle. Do you think you can let me have control?"

Her eyes met his as she smiled and nodded. "Yes, Sir."

Mike grinned. "We are going to have such a good time together, baby." His eyes softened as he looked her up and down. So many emotions were stirring around inside him, he had to snap himself back to the present.

"Undress me." His voice wasn't loud...yet it was so demanding. She didn't let herself think too much about it, and quickly stepped in front of him to pull his shorts down his long muscular legs until he stepped out of them. As she rose, she had to resist the temptation to take him in her mouth again. Her body clenched as she remembered how he had reacted when she did that the last time. As hard as it was...she only let her fingertips trail very lightly up the sides of his legs as she came to stand in front of him again.

He had a look of pure lust written all over his handsome face when she looked up at him. It was slightly menacing...and she had a thrilling bolt of arousal and fear shoot down her spine. Mike slowly began to move around her, circling her and looking her up and down. He didn't touch her, but she could almost feel his eyes roaming over every inch of her skin. Finally, he stood in front of her again. "Get on your knees."

She smiled as she lowered herself to her knees. She ached to reach out and touch him...any part of him, but knew she shouldn't. She licked her lips as she found herself at the level of his cock again. She remembered how he tasted. She remembered how he had held her head and showed her how to make him feel good. Most of all, she remembered the sounds he had made when he came. A jolt of energy shot from her aching pussy as she remembered him grunting and cumming in her mouth before. Mike must have noticed as she could have sworn he heard a very light chuckle escape him.

"Suck me."

She all but jumped at his words. One hand immediately wrapped around his impressive shaft as she guided it to her lips. She licked up and down the length of it before she completely wrapped her lips around him. She heard him stifle a groan as she moved her head forward, drawing him across her tongue. His hands appeared at the back of her head again, getting tangled in her hair as he guided her movements. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside right below the head of his cock as she looked up at him. His eyes burned into hers as he watched her. He kept the rhythm slow and deliberate. Even when Shelly tried to take him deeper, he held her back.

Mike gritted his teeth and fought for control as he watched her suck him. She looked so damn good taking him. As much as he wanted to fuck her mouth hard just to relieve his aching balls right now, he kept himself in check. He watched her as she moaned, sending vibrations up his shaft - making him gasp and growl slightly. She wasn't making it easy on him. "Do you like that, Michelle?"

She was locked onto his eyes as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes were watering as she nodded her head.

"Mmm...you do a good job, baby." Mike cradled her face with one hand as he saw her try to smile. He pressed a bit deeper in her mouth and felt her gag as he caught her off guard. Mike backed off, giving her a chance to recover. "You can take it...let me in your throat."

He went slow...and after a couple tries, he felt her throat open to him. She had done it before, and his hope was to get her trained so it could happen regularly. He didn't want to push her too far, so he withdrew before pressing his full length in. "Mmm...good girl. Fuck that's good, baby." The fact that she had let him try and chose not to panic was impressive. Mike smiled as he slowed his pace...denying himself the orgasm that was slowly beginning to build.

Michelle's body was on fire. If she thought she had been aroused before, this had to be ten times worse. She could feel her wetness dampening her thighs. Her nipples were so hard that they hurt. Her whole body was aching for some kind of release. When Mike removed his cock from her mouth, she was scared that was all she got. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes.

He smiled as he bent down to kiss her pouty lips. "Stand in front of me."

She was aching for him to kiss her...for him to touch her where she needed it most. Her body was shaking so much she was sure he could see it. So many times she had to stop herself from reaching out for him. She wanted so badly to feel his skin...taste its saltiness...show him how much he turned her on. Just then he leaned his face into hers. She licked her lips in anticipation as his mouth neared hers. He couldn't have been more than a centimeter away. She closed her eyes as she felt his breath on her face. She smelled him...his manly, musky smell. The anticipation of feeling his lips on hers was almost too much to bear.

"Lay down on your left side, Michelle." She felt his words rumble through her and she slowly opened her eyes. He was staring at her with such...desire. So close to her. He looked hungry...and his eyes caused an immediate and significant reaction in her body. She felt her sex clench as he took her arm and led her to the bed, pulling back the covers for her. It was like she was in a trance as she climbed onto the bed...laying on her left side as instructed. She didn't think she could disobey him even if she wanted to.

Mike stood beside the bed...looking down at her. He retrieved the bottle from his nightstand once more and knelt beside her. "Not a sound, Michelle, unless you are answering me. Do not move. Understand?"

'This is it' he thought to himself. 'If she is willing to do this for me...I'll know that I was right about her.' His body was aching for her still, and he knew she was more than ready for him. There are certain signs and traits that a trained mind knows to look for when seeking a 'partner.' She possessed nearly all of them as far as he could tell. And the ones she didn't...well...they could work on those.

Mike smiled as he looked over her body...her delectable toned, curvaceous body that she so willingly laid out before him. 'So many possibilities...so many adventures and experiences to be had with you...' He silently willed her to acknowledge his command...waiting for her response before he proceeded.

"Yes Sir." She whispered as she willed herself to be still and silent as he began to spread the cool ointment on her hip again. There was still the occasional stab of pain, but it was nothing compared to what it had been the last time. Besides...her body was concentrating on all the other feelings he was stirring up in it. As she laid there, feeling his strong hands be so gentle on her, she became more aroused than she could ever remember being. Even the occasional twinges of pain just seemed to fuel her fire. Soon, his hands were exploring further...straying up to her ribs and down across her thighs. How the hell was she supposed to lay still while this Greek God of a man put his oh-so-perfect hands all over her?!

She bit her lip as she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on being still. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to please this man...this man...whose hands were igniting fires all over her body. Right then it clicked with her...pleasing him lead to her own pleasure. She could feel the shocks running from between her legs to the tips of her nipples to her fingers and toes. She wanted to moan and writhe and let herself go...but she knew she couldn't. He would be disappointed if she did. So she laid still...as still as she could until he instructed her to do otherwise.

"Roll onto your back." His deep, demanding voice broke through her rushing thoughts.

She obeyed and licked her lips when she saw the expression on his face. He looked dangerous...but at the same time, he was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She stopped a whimper of desire before it escaped her throat. He had a different bottle now. This felt more like oil. It wasn't as creamy as the ointment he had spread on her hip. He poured a bit into his cupped palm and rubbed his hands together. Slowly, he began spreading it all over her legs. He started with her thighs...down to her calves...up the sides of her legs...onto her stomach. She smelled jasmine as he came closer to her. She loved jasmine.

"Are you on birth control?" His voice startled her. He wasn't looking at her face...his eyes were intensely focused on where his hands were rubbing the oil on the tops of her legs.

"Y-yes, Sir." She sounded weak...her voice was shaking.

He nodded approvingly and he took her hands and lid her arms above her head and ran his fingertips down their length as he kneeled over her. "Tell me something else..."

She waited for him to ask his question...feeling like she was about to teeter off the edge of a huge cliff. "Is there anything I should be concerned about...regarding your sexual history?" His voice was still as deep and calm as ever. Still not looking at her eyes, his hands were moving down her body...closing in on the one spot she wanted to feel him most.

"I've only been with two men, Sir. One was my first boyfriend my freshman year of high school and the other my ex-fiancée."

Mike nodded. "Were you fulfilled by them...sexually?"

She shook her head. "No, Sir."

"Why is that?" His hands ran all over her body as his eyes watched her reaction.

"They couldn't give me what I needed Sir."

"Hmmm...and what is it that you need?"

She blushed, feeling the rush of blood from her head to her toes. "This, Sir."

He smiled as he crawled on top of her and kissed her neck. "Did they make you cum, Michelle? Like I did?"

She thought she would die from embarrassment. She cleared her throat and willed herself to speak. "No, Sir...not even close."

He grinned and began kissing down the valley between her breasts. "How so?"

She bit her lip as she tried to remain focused on answering him. His mouth was doing dangerous things to her body as she felt his lips on the top of her stomach. "I...they..." she took a deep breath. "Most of the time they didn't make me cum, Sir."

Mike stopped and looked up at her. "What?"

She felt her face burning red again. "It...it just didn't happen every time."

He shook his head. "They would stop knowing you hadn't climaxed?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Well..." she looked away from him, embarrassed as all hell. "Mostly, I would make them think I did, so it could be over."

Mike was incredulous. "Are you serious?" His mouth dropped open as he sat back on his haunches. "You would fake an orgasm just to get them to stop having sex with you?"

She let out a nervous giggle. "It still felt good sometimes... it's just...I knew they wouldn't be able to make it happen every time, and it was just easier to make them think I was done than to ask them to do what I needed...Sir."

"Why?"

She watched his face as she answered. "Because I knew they couldn't do it."

"How did you know that if you never asked them?"

She bit her lip and chose her words carefully. "Remember what you said earlier about having a 'feeling' about someone?"

"Yes."

"It's like that. I just knew, in my heart, he was not the kind of man I needed. He didn't have 'it.' He wasn't like...like you, Sir."

Mike smiled and grazed his teeth along her neck. "But you still didn't ask?"

She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to not squirm under his touch. "I...I didn't know what exactly it was that I needed. I didn't know what to ask for. I just knew, whatever it was, he couldn't give it to me, even if he tried." When he didn't reply, she continued. "And...I was embarrassed. I had been reading and researching about the lifestyle for years and I knew I was interested in it, but I couldn't ever bring myself to talk to them about it. Sir."

"Why?"

"I...I don't know, Sir."

He traced his fingertips up and down the top of her thighs, leaving her covered in goosebumps. He tipped her face towards him and looked directly in her eyes. "Yes you do."

She sighed. "I was scared they would think I was...wrong."

He bent down and kissed her lips delicately. "So, you were scared they would reject you if you told them about your sexual desires?"

"Yes, Sir."

He shook his head. "That's no way to live, baby."

"You are absolutely right." Her voice was breathy as his touch continued to push her to her wits end.

Mike nodded as ran his hands up and down her slick body. "You poor thing," he teased. "How often did you put yourself through that torture?"

She smiled up at him. "Not every time, but probably four out of five, Sir."

"How could you do that?"

She shook her head, feeling him all over her. "I just knew... I knew they didn't have what I needed. They couldn't make me feel even an ounce of what you do." She arched herself up to him, reacting to his hands on her ribcage. "I knew I could do a better job myself."

"Stay still." His was quick to correct her, and she immediately obeyed. He waited for a few seconds before he resumed. "They couldn't tell?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so, even if they did, they never mentioned it."

Mike sighed as he poured more oil on her breasts. "Poor bastards...if they only knew what they were missing." He rubbed the oil on her, taking time to squeeze and caress each nipple. "You will never, EVER, fake anything with me. Is that understood?"

She answered immediately. "Yes, Sir." She was having a hard time keeping still for him.

"The stories you would read...what did you like about them? What turned you on?"

As she opened her mouth to answer him, he stopped her. "Be thorough, and be honest." Mike was on his hands and knees above her, his face mere inches from hers as he looked directly in her eyes.

She cleared her throat. "Well...mostly, I liked how the men would take charge. I loved reading about the men who were both dominant and respectful. You knew they were in control of everything, but they still were...kind. If that makes sense."

"Explain."

She took a deep breath. "It's hard to describe. There were some stories where the men would call their subs names, degrade them, make them do humiliating things just because they could...and the women would do it. I didn't like those. I preferred to read the ones where the Master was very much in charge but still treated his sub like a human being. Maybe that's not right, maybe a sub has to be willing to do anything and everything her Dom asks her to do, like wet her pants and sit in it all day, or act like a dog, or be naked in public...but, I just couldn't do that." She looked nervously at him. "Sir."

"Why don't you think you could do those things?"

"Because I am still my own person. I'm not looking to be anyone's absolute plaything. I want a solid relationship with a Dominant Alpha male who can take charge when needed, but leave me my dignity as well." She shook her head as she met his gaze. "And maybe that's not right, maybe that's not what a submissive should be. Maybe a proper submissive should be willing to do absolutely anything...but I know me, and that's not for me, Sir. I'm looking for something deeper."