Kelton insisted I come into the lounge room in my parent's vacation home (where we were spending our spring break together) with him before the rest of my friends showed up for our annual movie night. It was really more of a cinema room, but we had always called it the lounge. It had a massive 88 inch curved high def television, a sound system to rival the best theaters, and was filled with large, overstuffed leather chairs and couches.
Spending a week in this massive vacation house with my boyfriend had been a dream. Of course, my parents had no idea he was there with me; they'd have never even conceived it... my strict religious upbringing had taught me better than that. I smiled at the thought.
"Eva, come here," he urged me. I followed his voice into the lounge room and he shut the door behind me. I could feel butterflies in my stomach when I saw the hungry way he looked at me as he locked the door. He loved it when I wore the knee length plaid skirt and white knee highs from my old high school uniform. I wore a tight, white button down shirt with enough buttons open that he got a hint of cleavage, and I traded the ugly shoes for a pair that had a bit of a Mary Jane style to them... except they were platform, 4 inches tall and patent leather.
Kelton and I met when I was 19 and a freshman in college. He was my first, and he was slowly teaching me to be more and more adventurous. At 22, I was such a different person than I had been just three years before. The changes were all for the better, though. I was more confident, outgoing, less judgmental and more accepting than I had been before I met Kelton and my other college friends.
Having grown up in a very religious family, I had never really explored my sexuality besides the occasional attempt at masturbation, which usually ended with me on my knees praying for forgiveness afterwards.It was almost comical now, though at the time I thought there was something wrong with me, like I was a pervert for thinking about premarital sex.
Despite that, I don't regret waiting until college, because Kelton made me feel like a goddess; no one could have given me a better introduction to sensuality and pleasure. He brought me out of myself and taught me what pleasure was. He pretty much threw the "sex talk" my mom had with me before I went to college out the window. It was more of a "don't have sex until you're married" talk anyway. I still wore the promise ring she bought me when I come home on visits- for her sake.
I pushed up on my tiptoes to kiss Kelton as he wrapped me in his arms. His tall, muscular 6'2'' frame made me feel even smaller than my 5'1'' height... and I loved it. It made me feel dainty and feminine.
"Cancel movie night," I begged after our kiss turned into a desperate, passionate need that I wanted -no, I needed- him to fulfill. "I barely even speak to any of these girls any more; let's just spend another night with just each other..." I pouted, giving him my best, most adorable, 'pretty please' look.
"Nuh-uh. I told you, tonight is special. I am going to make you feel better than you could even imagine... but you have to do everything I say, including enduring movie night. This is part of the scenario I am setting up for us; you won't be disappointed. Do you trust me?"
"Yes, more than anyone." I said, and he rewarded me by roughly pulling my head to the side by one of my pig tails and kissing my neck. "Hmmmmm, so good..."
The way he kissed and nibbled on my neck was sending me off the deep end... It was short lived, though, as he pulled away. I groaned in protest.
"That's what you get for wearing that sexy outfit and those pigtails just to torture me, darling. You look like a freaking anime character- you're killing me here." He smiled as he spoke, and I loved the playfulness.
"Totally worth it," I said, mirroring his naughty smile.
"You ready to do as I say?" He asked, and I nodded. He leaned me over the back of the couch, having me put my hands forward to catch myself. My hands braced my body by grabbing the cushions in front of me as my torso leaned over the couch, and my heels were just a little off the ground. I exclaimed softly when he slid my panties down my legs. We didn't have much time before everyone got here... but, oh, the naughtiness of it made it so much better. He ran his hands slowly up and down my legs, leaving a sizzling warmth with every gliding path.
"Spread them." He was using his Dom voice, which I knew meant he expected no argument. I complied; with my legs spread I had to push up on my tiptoes to keep myself in position. He lifted my skirt over my ass so that I was completely exposed to him. For a moment, I wanted to panic when I thought about anyone arriving early for movie night... but I reminded myself: The door is locked. I can trust Kelton. He would never let anyone walk in on us. He only pushes me as far as I can go, never further.
"Good girl," he said when he saw me relax. He knew what I was thinking. He always did.
I groaned as he continued to caress my legs, sending chills through me. He smacked my ass once, and I heard myself vociferate unintelligibly... I followed the loud outburst with a low, throaty moan and a desperate sob. Noise was all I was capable of; words would not form. I needed release too badly.
He slid his hand from my inner thigh, up and up until he was sliding his fingers along my wet pussy lips. "Wet already, aren't you?" His voice was frustratingly strong and sure. How could he reduce me to nothing but desperate, inarticulate lamentations while he is still able to speak intelligibly and firmly? It had the same effect on me as the times when he would have me naked and completely exposed, while he would remain completely clothed: it made me feel vulnerable, frustrated and horny as hell.
It was a heady feeling to know that he was stripping me bare inside and out and reducing me to nothing but senses and instinct... pleasure and vulnerability.
Ah, I reminded ,but I know him well enough to know that his level of arousal almost always mirrors, and often surpasses, whatever I am feeling; he may control his outward emotions better, but he feels it just as strongly!
That thought gave me the clarity to say what he wanted me to say, and to speak the words coherently:
"Yes, sir. I am wet for you."
"You are my little slut, aren't you?"
"Only for you."
He smacked my bare ass again, harder than before, three times consecutively. Smack! Smack! Smack! I gasped at the unexpected harsh stinging blows, then moaned as the sharp pain gave way to a pleasant burn.
"Damn right only for me," he muttered.
I loved his possessiveness. It made me feel like a goddess... and he was worshiping me.
He slid a finger in my wet pussy and I hummed gratefully at the intrusion. He pulled back his finger after a few strokes in and out, and then added another finger and slid them both in. He continued to finger fuck my pussy until I was in a desperate frenzy. I was getting so close, and I needed the release immeasurably.
He knew precisely what he was doing... if he had reached around with his other hand and rubbed my clit while he finger fucked me from behind, I'd have come almost instantly; which was precisely why he didn't do it. For over 24 hours now he hadn't allowed me to orgasm once; I was allowed no satisfaction or completion in preparation of tonight... and he was refusing to tell me what tonight entailed. When he told me we were having friends over for a movie, I was sure it was just another way to torture me... making me sit through a film, chatting with friends when all I really wanted was to fuck his brains out. A few weeks back, I had mentioned to Kelton the annual movie night my friends and I had gathered for every year since 5th grade.. I had planned on cancelling it... he had insisted that I didn't.
During these long, orgasm-less 32 hours, he had made sure to get me right to the edge, over and over, every chance he got... but never let me come. I was also forbidden from touching myself. It was hell... but it was also heaven.
"You may get up" he said, pulling his now glistening fingers from my pussy and stepping away. I sighed in frustration.
I turned to face him. I am sure I was flushed, and my face must have portrayed my frustration. He finally decided it was time to tell me what tonight was all about.
"I am going to tell you what is about to happen so that you will be ready," Kelton began. "I am tempted to keep you in the dark as punishment because you were openly annoyed at me; and worse, you are not showing trust in me. Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me completely? Now is not the time for that, I suppose, so I will come up with a better punishment for that later.
"I am wearing pajama pants and no underwear, did you notice? I will put my hard dick through the hole in my pajamas... see? They have a slit just like boxers do... so, when I put my hard cock through the slit, I will then sit down and you will have access to my shaft.. You are going to sit on my lap, facing away from me... and you are going to slide your wet pussy over my dick. I am going to sink deep into your hot, wet depths. You will stay there, astride my dick, throughout the whole movie."
My eyes went wide. My pussy clenched at the thought, but I also started to panic. A lot of my friends were very religious, and they didn't even know I was having sex... much less crazy, kinky sex. What if they could tell? I started to panic.
"Evangeline, calm down. Take a deep breath; look me in the eyes." He used an austere, but not cruel, tone. He knew that his stern timbre would be much more reassuring to me than flowery promises or gentle coaxing. I already spoke to Kenna about it."
Kenna; my best friend. She had befriended me in college when most of the students had ignored me. At that time, everyone just saw me as the weird girl who had attended religious private schools since preschool and was too timid to even look most of her classmates in the eye. I owed Kenna more than she'd ever know. I even owed her my relationship with Kelton. She was artistic, beautiful, funny, intelligent and so much more. She was also a lesbian, which was something I had always been taught was a vile, deplorable sin. Thank goodness she looked past my instilled homophobia to the person underneath.
