Chapter 9
Jake knelt beside me on the bed. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him, and finally, he was touching me. It had gone from feather touches to fingertips, to his mouth moving along every inch of my body, except for the areas I wanted him to touch so desperately.
For days it went on like this, until long last, one evening he said it was time. He was going to take off the blindfold and he would be taking me to bed. There were no expectations, other than that I submit to him completely. I was shocked to find that all I wanted to do after my eyes adjusted to the light, was to crawl into bed with him and feel my skin against his.
“Things are going to get rough,” he said as he pulled me close. “I’m going to demand things of you and you are going to give them because you are my submissive and you want to give these things to me. And because I give you so much in return.”
I curled my body against his, savoring every warm inch of his skin. The days spent bound to the bed had been torturous, but lovely. I knew I still couldn’t touch myself and the thought of bringing myself to orgasm made me crazy. As badly as I wanted it, I knew I didn’t dare. That was for him and him alone to do while I was here until he commanded otherwise.
He held me tight against his broad chest. He was fit, like a runner, and his muscles were sinewy under his skin.
“But your first time…I don’t want that to be rough. No whips, no rope. Just me and you. I’m honored to be the one and I know how special this is to do as you’re becoming my submissive. Tell me how you would like it.”
My mind reeled. I couldn’t believe he was asking me or that I had a choice in the matter. I didn’t think he was just going to take me one night, but I certainly hadn’t considered that he would be asking me my opinions.
“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the first night I saw you. You don’t have to be gentle. I want it to be like you want me. I want it to be good. I want to have orgasm after orgasm and I don’t want you to stop, not even if I ask. I trust you.”
He smiled. I could see it even in the darkness of the lamplight in the bedroom.
“Kiss me,” he commanded.
I leaned closer and pressed my lips to his. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me underneath him. When he was on top of me I put my legs around his body, cradling him there. I could feel the hard length of his cock against my thigh, but he wasn’t ready yet. He moved down my body, kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples into his mouth, in turn, sucking each of them into hard little peaks before he made his way down my stomach and kissed the top of my mound.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said as he used his fingers to spread my folds apart and flick his tongue against my skin. He didn’t spend much time teasing me, instead choosing to take my clit between his lips and suckle it like he had my nipples. I bucked my hips against his face as he pressed two fingers inside me, curling them upward to find just the right spot. I cried out and he flicked his tongue quickly around my clit. Waves of pleasure washed over me and I held him against my body, not wanting it to end.
Jake took a break, but only to let me recover before he began again. Finally, after he had brought me to climax twice more, he asked me if I was ready. I nodded and without any preamble, I felt his cock probe my entrance and slide inside, as if we were made to fit each other.
He thrusted deeply, each time harder than before. The sensation of him sliding against my walls was pure pleasure and I ached to hold him there and never let go. I knew I needed to enjoy this because I wasn’t sure when it would happen again. I had no idea what his plans were for me as a submissive, but I didn’t think it was regular, non-kinky sex for the next two months.
“Fuck me. Don’t stop, Jake,” I called out to him and he listened, quickening his pace. I could tell that he was close and I wrapped my legs tightly around him, urging him on. He grunted loudly as he came and fell into me, half breathless from exertion.
“God, that was good,” he said once he’d caught his breath. He held me close afterward and kissed my face, telling me how beautiful I was and how wonderful it all had been. It was a side of Jake Mesa I hadn’t been aware of. It was sweet and sensitive and, dare I say it…loving.
As he was drifting off to sleep, his arms still wrapped around me, he dreamily said, “I wish it could always be like this.”
I didn’t know what he meant. Well, I thought I knew what he meant, but I didn’t dare think that Jake Mesa was developing feelings for me.
It was back to sensory deprivation the next day. I think that Jake thought he had treated me just a little too much with the sex, so there were a few more days without. Then finally he began edging me. It was the cruelest, most delicious thing someone could do to a person. He went on for hours, learning what my limits were and pushing them further each time. All I wanted, the only thing I could focus on, was how to reach the orgasm I so desperately desired. But each time he reminded me and I had to answer.
“When do you get to come?”
“When you let me.”
It was agonizing, but in a way that made me want more and more of him. I didn’t know what was happening to me. Maybe I was becoming submissive. I certainly had no control over the situation, and yet I had some autonomy. As much autonomy as one can have when they’re tied to a bed.
Next, he introduced me to flogging. He showed me all of the floggers he had, all the whips and crops. He had quite a large collection in the room here at his house, far more than what I had seen in his office.
He massaged my ass gently before he tried the first one on me. It was a gentle smack, but it gradually increased in the way it smarted against my backside. I came to anticipate the hits and learned that it was all a part of the play. Though it wasn’t the most arousing thing I had ever experienced, I could see how it could become such a thing for a person. Either way, at the end of that I was wet and ready for him and he knew it. After diving in with his tongue, he bent me over further and slid inside me, pumping into me from behind.
This was a new angle and one I enjoyed very much. I found myself crying out for him with every thrust, his cock reaching deep and touching places that made me want to scream. He didn’t hold back when fucking me now, not like he had at first. I told him I wanted things harder and he listened, grabbing hold of my hips and thrusting into me so fast I had to hold on to the bench for dear life, lest we both go toppling over the side of it.
At his climax he remained inside me and pulled me back against his body, reaching around to cup my breasts and finger my clit.
I was starting to think I could get used to all of this.
Something changed the next day though. He said things were going to be a little different, that he was going to tie me up and gag me and leave me for a little while. The thought scared me and I wasn’t sure if it was something I would like or not.
He tied the rope with precision, binding me like I had seen some farmers hogtie cattle. Nothing about this was erotic to me and all I could think was how badly I wanted out. I would have voiced this if I hadn’t already been gagged.