Though Chelsea was young, I had no fear of her straying. She has an innate tendency towards monogamy; it’s part of her problem, or what used to be her problem. But it’s also something else we share. Just because we both happen to love sex, doesn’t mean that we don’t want the same happily ever after with that one true love like everyone else.
But until now, neither of us had found ‘the one.’ That one person who was made for us. That one being who would understand and accept us for who we are. I knew from our second meeting that she was going to be mine.
I could’ve fucked her then; she’d wanted it bad enough, we both did. But I realized even that far back that I wanted more from her. I wasn’t sure then and still isn’t now what it was about her that made me realize. I’ve been at my craft for so many years I’d grown immune to some of the things my patients shared, but with her, it was like something inside me came alive again.
I’d listened to her story and felt a sense of such knowing come over me that it was hard to ignore. With no one to guide her after being awakened by the green boy who was no match for a hot little bitch like her, she’d been left lost and alone—feeling dirty and unnatural because of her needs. But still, she’d been able to keep herself from crossing that line that so many others do.
She’d not gone out and given herself away to feed the hunger, something that I know firsthand takes lots of inner strength. And now, with her fearful question hanging in the air between us, I had the answer I needed.
She’d found what she needed just as I have. “No, never! But we can always talk about whatever fantasies you have no matter what they are. Just as long as you know that if you ever let anyone else have you after this, it will not end well for you.”
I felt her body shudder and grow stiff. Had I gone too far too soon? I keep forgetting how young she is, but I’d come too far to hold back now. She should know what she’s dealing with. But her body stayed stiff against mine, and she had yet to answer me.
I was beginning to second-guess myself, thinking that I’d failed once again, had jumped the gun too soon, and then she lifted her head and sealed my lips with hers. I held her head in my hand and rested the other on the plump cheek of her ass as our lips moved together in hunger, glad that I hadn’t been wrong, that I could finally get started on the life I’ve always wanted for myself with the perfect mate.
She kissed like she was trying to suffocate me with her tongue, and I tried calming her down, but nothing worked, but a firm slap to her ass. I was afraid she was going to hurt herself the way she was grinding her lips against my teeth.
That’s something else I hadn’t expected but was delighted to find her penchant for sexual pain. Her ass was red from my many slaps, but she didn’t complain; in fact, she seemed to want more. So when she whined about me making her go slow, I gave her a warning. “Behave, or I’ll take him away from you.”
I pretended to pull out, to withdraw my cock from her pulsing cunt, and she went off, slamming her pussy down hard as she dug her nails into my chest. I purposely held still and locked my cock off so that she couldn’t move as wildly as she’d like, and she fretted in her throat.
“Easy, you’ll hurt yourself. You don’t want me to stop, do you?” She shook her head wildly. “Good, now go slow. If you go faster than I like, I’m going to spank you. And then there’s this….
I reached over to the drawer in the nightstand and grabbed the new dildo I’d placed there this morning. This morning when I knew for sure that I would be bringing her back here tonight. “Do you think your little ass can take this?”
It was a good thirteen inches long and half as thick from tip to base. The way she bit into her lip as her eyes glazed over told me all I needed to know. She kept her eyes glued to the silicone dick while she proceeded to disobey me, fucking herself too hard on my stiff cock.
I knew she wouldn’t listen to me. I was banking on it, in fact. I’d learned from our sessions which I’d shamelessly used for my own deviant purposes that she likes to push the envelope, to walk on the edge. So the more danger she senses, the harder she’s going to push. In that, we are very much alike.