An odd, salty taste grew in my mouth, and I swallowed hard, as I slid even faster up and down his throbbing dick. The straining thigh between my legs quivered, and then went rigid as Miles' back arched, lifting him from the pillows. He bellowed hoarsely as his cock twitched in my mouth, his whole body jerking in time with its convulsions. The thick stream of his cum shot into my throat and I swallowed hard again and again as he shook with the force of his orgasm.
Then it was over, and he slumped down into the pillows, panting. I lifted my head, reluctantly releasing his still-hard cock. It had been deeply arousing to have such power over him, and my panties were drenched with frustrated desire. Suggestively, I ground myself against his leg, and he chuckled weakly, still breathless with the afterglow.
"Well done, darling." He looked upwards pointedly, and I saw that his hands were still in the position I'd dictated. "With your permission...?" He quirked a sardonic eyebrow. Teasingly, I stayed silent, and his eyes narrowed ominously. His leg lifted between mine, and I gasped at the surge of pleasure as his thigh brushed my throbbing pussy. "Or would you rather not have my assistance?"
I laughed giddily, still tingling with the rush of dominating him, of forcing pleasure onto my commanding lover. "Alright, you can move your hands now." Cautiously, he lowered his arms, shrugging his broad shoulders to loosen the tight muscles.
"Why don't you lie down, darling? I need to fetch a few items." Dreamily, I obeyed, settling against the mound of pillows and closing my eyes. My fingers drifted down, sliding under the edge of my panties until I caught my clit between two fingertips. The hard nub felt hot and slick, and my muscles tensed as my clever fingers went to work. The winding tension in my belly had faded away, but quickly rebuilt as I pinched and teased my sensitive, swollen clit.
A sharp smack against my wrist made my eyes pop open. "Have a little self-control, darling!" Pouting, I linked my hands across my belly. Miles arched a suggestive eyebrow, and flicked his gaze upwards. My pout deepened even as I raised my hands over my head, sinking my wrists into the pillows. Turn-about was fair play, it seemed. He nodded, satisfied at my apparent submission. As he turned away, I pressed my thighs tightly together, slightly twisting my hips. Maybe I didn't need my hands... My eyes drifted shut once more.
The sudden stinging slap against my belly made me yelp. Miles frowned down at me. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, Rachel." He leaned over me, his arms coming down on either side and trapping me. I held my breath, waiting for the terror I'd felt earlier to return, the despairing helplessness. But to my utter relief, only warm trust filled me. I grinned up at the scowling man. He wasn't impressed, and his frown deepened even as I fought down giggles.
"I'm quite serious. Don't you dare cum until I tell you too, Rachel. The consequences will be severe." Obediently, I tried to look scared. He wasn't fooled. He shook his head at me in mock disgust, and then turned away. My curiosity stirred as I watched him move around the room.
Dawn had broken during our encounter, and a hazy light filled the formerly darkened space. It matched my mood beautifully, and I nearly laughed out loud, bubbling with happiness. Miles was opening drawers in the heavy wardrobe, apparently inspecting and discarding unrecognizable items. My jaw dropped as he pulled disturbing lashes and ropes out, clearly bondage toys. Was that a gag? With a satisfied grunt, he finally pulled free a few long, silky scarves and something long and shiny, which he quickly wrapped up in the fabric.
The warm tingle had faded into somewhat more sane worry as he walked back towards me, but I couldn't help admiring his naked form. His hard cock bobbed with each step, still eager for my body, and lean muscles rippled in his arms and legs. He was utterly unashamed of his nudity, confident and assured, and my pussy throbbed in renewed need.
He knelt beside me, shifting me on the bed, and pleasure jolted through me from even that careless motion. Concern rose within me as I realized how close to release I already was. Could I hold out until he gave me permission? Somehow I doubted he'd make it easy for me.
He held out a silk scarf, its deep red color nearly black in the growing light. "I'm going to blind-fold you, Rachel." At my wide-eyed stare, he went on, reassuringly. "It's for your own good, darling." Not comforted in the least, I let him wind the scarf around my eyes, smooth and tight. It totally blocked out the light, returning me to the darkness. I trembled as he brushed his hand down my body, his finger flicking my clit teasingly. His weight shifted, and I jerked, startled, as his lips brushed my ear. "I'm going to take your virginity now, Rachel. Are you ready?"
I swallowed hard, licking suddenly dry lips. It had seemed like forever, but I'd actually only known this man for a day and a night. And there was no contract between us now. Did I really want to let him deflower me? I'd been such a good girl, had been saving myself for marriage... Did I want to give that gift to a near-stranger? I hesitated for a long moment, and then nodded, jerkily.
"Excellent." His hot breath traveled down my throat, and then his lips closed over my pulse. The wet heat of his mouth surged through me, a lick of fiery lust that made me whimper. He sucked painfully hard, leaving his mark on my skin. I panted as he slowly worked down my body. Not being able to see seemed to heighten my sense of touch, and I was quivering long before he finally settled between my thighs. He blew across my swollen folds and I moaned, struggling for control. I fought down the pleasure twisting in my core, desperately clawing back from the edge of climax.
His flickering tongue had barely touched my throbbing clit when I lost that hopeless battle. I cried out, jerking up off the bed, as the twisted tension in my core shattered into a tingling spray. Vibrating shocks of pleasure rippling through me, waves of sensation that left goose-bumps on my skin. My pussy clenched again and again, tightening painfully on nothing, as the after-shocks swept down my legs. Miles laughed, smugly pleased, and the chuckling vibration against my over-sensitized clit was nearly painfully intense. Whimpering, I tried to squirm up the bed to escape him.
His hands clamped down my thighs, foiling my attempt. As the searing pleasure faded away, I slumped back to the bed, panting for breath. He gave me a few moments to recover, before straddling my trembling body, his rigid cock pressed against my belly. I froze, suddenly intimidated by its firm girth. But his next words wiped that concern completely away.
"I'm disappointed by your lack of discipline, darling. I see you need more training." I shook my head, a spike of fear shooting through as he ground his hard cock against me. "Remember your safe word, darling. I promise to stop if you use it." I felt him lean in closer, his forehead brushing mine, a bare inch between our mouths. "But only if you use it, do you understand?" I swallowed and nodded.
"Good." He sat back up. "I'm going to tie you to the bedposts, since you're a bit wiggly this morning." He started on my trembling legs, sliding off my damp panties before wrapping my ankles with the silky fabric and securing them to the bedposts. The restraints were tight, but not painfully so, and I still had a little bit of movement. He bound my wrists next, leaving me spread-eagled and blind across the bed.
I squirmed on the bed, fighting down a surge panic at being so helpless. Miles' voice drifted over from the side of the room. "The knots are quick-release, darling. If you have to, you can just pull on the loose ends at the inside of your wrists. But I'd rather you didn't." I gasped in a breath, fighting down the irrational fear, and twisted my hands to find the loose ends. Catching the fabric between my fingertips calmed me, and my pounding heart slowed a bit as the budding panic attack faded away.
A sudden weight dipped the end of the bed, and I froze as Miles' moved up between my legs. I felt totally exposed to him, my most private areas wide open, and my legs trembled as I pulled against the ankle restraints reflexively. I jumped as his warm hands gripped my ankle and then slid up my calf, massaging the tight muscles. He worked up my legs and I slowly relaxed under the soothing caresses. A hot jolt of pleasure burst through me as his thumb brushed against my pussy.
"You're so wet, darling. So hot and ready for me." I blushed, but he went on, tracing a finger delicately down my cleft. "I don't want to hurt you, so I'm going to stretch out that tight pussy a little bit. But..." His finger tapped sharply against my clit, making me gasp. "I don't want you to cum until I'm inside you, Rachel. Do you understand?"