Movie Night 47

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.

She taught about love, equality and life outside of a small town in the bible belt. She was the person I spoke with about everything, including sex and all of the things I did with Kelton. Unlike my religious private- and home-schooled friends, she never thought I was a sinner or a freak. She loved me as I was, without judgement. She forgave my original judgement of her. She taught me to love and accept others without judgement.

Kenna was wonderful; but what did she have to do with this? I was curious, though, and I couldn't deny that knowing she would be there was a relief.

"You told Kenna? What's going on?" I asked

"She's our look out, in a way. She is going to make sure no one will be able to tell what we are doing. I am going to unlock the door, and she will make sure no one comes in until we are ready. We will have a blanket over us, and we will be in the big, leather chair by ourselves. The lights will be off, and we will be in the darkest corner of the room. I promise to warn you if you start to get loud or if you start to move too much... and she will be there, too, as our spy to make sure it's not obvious. I know you want this, honey. Let me show you how good it can be."

All of my senses were heightened with my arousal; the nerve endings in my body were alight with my all-consuming desire... desire that only Kelton could ignite in me. His words made my pussy grip and release as it flooded with hot, liquid need, and I couldn't deny that I wanted this. I wanted it fiercely.

"It's up to you, completely. If you are not ready, that's okay. If this is too much and you will never be ready, that's okay, too. Being with you, even without all the kink, would be more than enough for me, you know that, right?" He had leaned his head forward to rest it against mine and taken both of my hands into his.

"I know. I feel the same way." I told him. I took a deep breath, and said, "okay. Yeah, let's do it. I want you so badly right now..."

Kelton smiled, and went to unlock the door.

Kenna usually didn't come around when my old high school friends did. Honestly, I was starting to hang out with my old friends less and less, as I couldn't pretend to believe in the things that they still believed in. I couldn't look at others with the condescending judgement they did. I couldn't be honest about who I was and who I cared for with them.

Kelton had suggested that tonight could be a sort of 'send off' or 'farewell' to my old friends, my old life and my old self... it was a good idea and I was so ready for it. I might not agree with my old friends on most things, but I had some good memories with them. We had started to drift apart after high school; maintaining a friendship that was insincere on both sides wasn't fair to either side, really.

Kenna pulled the door open a crack, and smiled brightly when her eyes found Kelton and me. "Hey you two! Ok, a few of your snotty little friends just pulled up," she said with a teasing tone, "I'll be meeting them in the entryway with snacks and drinks. If any of them try to head for the movie room before you are ready, I will stop them. I have the perfect excuse to keep them out. You have 10 minutes. I'm setting a timer on my phone, set yours now, Kelton." Kenna and Kelton synchronized their phone timers, and I couldn't help but giggle at how serious they were both taking this, as though it was some super secret spy mission.

"Ok!" Kenna said, "Expect us any time after your timer goes off. I will make sure to be the first one in. If there is a problem, yell 'mouse' or something, that will send all those ninny girls running." She giggled, then winked at me and said, "have fun!" before she left the room, switching the light off as she went.

Kelton turned on the television, and then grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back of the room.

"What movie are we watching?" I asked.

He smiled. "Underworld."

I giggled. "I love that movie, but why? You know most of my friends will be terrified. Hannah left the theater screaming and crying when we watched The Butterfly Effect!"

"Yeah, I wanted to pick a horror movie... one with a lot of jump scares," he said, his smile getting wider, "that way every time you get scared and jump..."

"Yeah, I get it." I said, trying to look disapproving but failing miserably.

"Kenna told me it was a bad idea... and she told me in detail about The Butterfly Effect movie outing with your friend Hannah... you'd think she had been there by the way she told the story! It was before you'd even met her."

"It's one of her favorite stories, she makes me tell her about it all the time." I said as he pulled me to the back of the room.

"Well, anyway, I wanted to pick a dark movie. As in, literally dark, not metaphorically... the tv will be the only light in the room, and I didn't want it to be too bright... and I certainly didn't want anything light or funny that might encourage conversation, ya know? So... Kenna helped me settle on Underworld." He sat down in the overstuffed leather chair as he spoke.

"Perfect," I said, but I went silent when he pulled his still very hard cock from his pajamas. I licked my lips.

"You ready to follow instructions?" he asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay. Climb over and straddle me, but face away. I want you on your hands and knees so I can make sure you are nice and wet."

I quickly obeyed, and he slid two fingers in, arching them down so that he hit my g spot on the front wall of my vagina. He always did this when he wanted to get me really, really wet. I moaned, and I felt my pussy go from wet to soaked in just a few strokes. His touch coupled with the realization of what we were about to do had me in a frenzy. I pressed back against his fingers, and he pulled his hand out and slapped my ass, hard. His slap left a wet spot on my ass cheek from his soaking fingers, and fuck that made me so hot.

"Hold still," he said, and then he started to spread the moisture from my pussy all around the outside of my sex. He made sure my lips were soaking so that he could easily slide in, and he pulled the moisture up to my clit because he knew that felt so good to me.

"Up on your knees." he ordered. I complied. He pulled me back with a hand on each hip and guided me to his cock. He let go of me, and held his cock with one hand while spreading my inner lips with his other to make sure I slid on easily.

I knew better than to push myself down on my own, even though I wanted to. He was in alpha mode right now, as I called it. Alpha mode wasn't as serious as Dom mode, but it was damn close. I smiled briefly at the thought... we had names for every type of sex, every one of our most common sexual positions, our implements and toys, every personality or role either of us would take on, every submissive pose I would go into... we had our own sex language. It had started as kind of a joke, but had become something that defined our sex life in many ways. He could say to me, "get into sub-mode slave 3, dress yourself in costume 7, get in your lotus pose and wait for me. I will be in Dom-mode, so be prepared," and I would know exactly what he wanted wear, how he wanted me to act, and what he wanted me to do. Funny enough, it didn't really save time to say it that way... it just made it hotter knowing those words would make sense to no one else; they were just for us.

I waited with bated breath for the moment, and he didn't disappoint. He grabbed my hips again, one hand gripping each side, and pushed me down steadily onto his long, hard shaft. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. He urged me to lay back against him, my back to his chest, and I complied happily as he pulled a blanket, which had been set by the chair, over our laps. I laughed when I realized he had pulled in a king sized blanket and doubled it over. He knew I would want it to be as discreet as possible, and he wanted to make me more comfortable. The size of the blanket probably wouldn't make what we were about to do more or less obvious, but it would make me feel better.

He rocked his hips up, fucking me slowly and deep. I moaned. He put his hand under the blanket and reached around to touch my clit. He began to rub circles over it slowly, keeping it at the same slow, torturous rhythm that he was using to fuck me.

I was panting and moaning, and tried to move my hips so I could fuck him in return. He pulled his hand from my clit, and I whined in protest.

"Nu-uh- none of that, honey," he said, "You just stay still... just take it."

He was building me closer and closer to the overwhelming need. Right when I thought I might finally get it, the timer on his phone buzzed and indicated we were about to have company. He pulled his hand by apex and out of the blanket. I groaned in protest.

Despite being extremely sexually frustrated, I was still buzzing with excitement. My heart was pounding so hard I thought Kelton might be able to hear the muffled pounding in my chest. The threat of being caught added suspense to my arousal, and I found that the two went together perfectly to form a rush that could easily become addictive. I almost felt that I could come right then, without being moving over his hard shaft.

Kelton wouldn't be happy with me coming right now, though. He wanted to stretch it out. He wanted a say on when and how hard I came. I needed to distract myself before everyone made their way to the cinema lounge.

I leaned and turned my head sideways to look at Kelton. His eyes were heated, and he looked at me as though he wanted to devour me inch by inch. He was holding himself back from outright fucking me right then despite our house guests, just like I was holding back from writhing on him.