BEG ME
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,811
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
BEG ME
This is my first story that I have published so reviews would be really welcome…Please be kind. I got the premise from a dream I had and took it further. I like the idea you don’t know their names and that you can imagine them being anyone. I hope you enjoy!!
Black Handcuffs
Beg Me
She was ushered into the bed chamber, nervous and uncertain. This was her first assignment out of training! Would she be good enough? Would she satisfy him? Would he want her to do things to him that would hurt her? She shivered at the thought, .Not an unpleasant shiver, more one of anticipation, the words of her Mistress came to mind “to please a man you must give him not what he thinks he wants but what he truly wants!” She was afraid.
The man stood by the window, his back to her. He wore nothing but a silk dressing gown. He had heard her enter, her foot steps uncertain, a virgin to the art he knew, he had asked for her by name. He knew her Mistress had thought this odd, an untried Artist.
She looked at the man at the window, his dark hair spilling over his collar, He was so tall, slowly he turned around, his face was familiar but why she could not say. His eyes dark, his face was impassive, his chest bare, the only thing hiding the rest of him from her was a silk tie, tied haphazardly around his hips, barely holding in place the black silk.
He looked at her, walking slowly towards her shedding his robe and revealing a beautiful body, smooth and lightly tanned. Amusements light his eyes as he watched her trying not to draw back. Lessons in a House did not prepare an Artist for her Virgin night. He stood in front of her; taking her hand silently he placed it on his chest, his eyes daring her to touch him.
With trembling fingers she trailed her hand over his chests and then over the flat plane of his stomach down further too where the soft hair started to grow at his groin. She stopped there uncertain and finally she spoke... “What do you want of me master” the phrase was customary of the Art.
“I simply want you” and with that he pulled her to the bed, covered in black silk sheets and gently and carefully peeled off her clothes clothes, piece by piece, kissing her exposed flesh as he went. First her stomach and then her breasts, she shuddered at the touch, till that moment the only person to touch her in a sexual way had been herself. All her knowledge and all her training had been for her mind. She knew the theory and now she was hungry for the practical. Her fear left her and she arched under his touch. Finally she lay naked beneath him his eyes feasted on her. Her dark hair tumbled over the pillow, her fevered skin had a soft sheen to it, her eyes where pools of black surrounded by a ring of emerald green her breathing was coming in soft gasps.
He smiled a wicked smile and before she had time to react he slide his fingers over her soft folds, feeling her slick warmth. Slowly he slid one finger into her, feeling the tightness and as he did so she but her lip trying to keep from crying out.
“Oh no little one…You may yell as much as you want, in fact..” he pushed a second finger deep inside her pressing on that perfect spot in side of her” I want nothing more than to hear you scream from pleasure at my hands” and with that he began to stroke her with his fingers, stretching her slowly with every deep, thrusting stroke. She began to whimper, gasping and twisting beneath his fingers. She felt something building and cried out, just as her peak began he withdrew his fingers, drawing an anguished cry from her lips. Leaning down he kissed her and whispered “ahhhh beautiful, don’t despair”
He lowered his mouth to her softness and sucked gently on the delicate flesh of her most secret parts. Lightly he bit down on the jewel that was now peaking for his attention. He screamed and he felt her climax against his tongue, Her flavor was sharp and sweet all at once.
Her fingers grasped his hair pulling him upwards to kiss her mouth, he felt her fingers on his shaft and he gasped. She placed him at her entrance, begging with her body for his possession. So he obeyed the silent begging and with one powerful thrust he slide deep inside her. He felt a brief resistance but pushed through it. She cried out loudly from pain and he crushed her lips under his own. He felt her tremble under his body and he waited for her pain to ease before slowly drawing back and thrusting back into her. This time instead of pain she cried out in pleasure. His thrusts were slow and steady at first…then he built speed and his breath labored.
She was drowning, with every stoke the waters of fire rose inside her and her eyes began to go dark. “I’m on fire” she whispered. He moved faster everything outside of her disappeared. Reaching between them he brushed his fingers over her clit and with that she flew. Her body shuddered and she screamed, the noise a sound of pure pleasure!
Her muscles were clenching around him, squeezing and pressing in on him. With a feral growl he climaxed, gripping the pillows on either side of her. The sensation was overwhelming; with a dark curse he spilled himself inside her and gripped her to him. Rolling on his back as not to crush her when his arms gave out as he knew they would! He let the finale waves rush over him as they did her! They lay there til their breathing quieted and their heart beats returned to normal. Gently he placed her on the bed next to him and drew himself gently out of her body. Slowly he kissed her and rolled off the bed. As he did so he spotted the small stain of blood on his silken sheets and remorse for not being as gentle as he could have been flooded him. Then he looked at her face.
“Please” she whispered “please make love to me again…Make me fly”
“All you have to do is beg” he said wickedly.
Black Handcuffs
Beg Me
She was ushered into the bed chamber, nervous and uncertain. This was her first assignment out of training! Would she be good enough? Would she satisfy him? Would he want her to do things to him that would hurt her? She shivered at the thought, .Not an unpleasant shiver, more one of anticipation, the words of her Mistress came to mind “to please a man you must give him not what he thinks he wants but what he truly wants!” She was afraid.
The man stood by the window, his back to her. He wore nothing but a silk dressing gown. He had heard her enter, her foot steps uncertain, a virgin to the art he knew, he had asked for her by name. He knew her Mistress had thought this odd, an untried Artist.
She looked at the man at the window, his dark hair spilling over his collar, He was so tall, slowly he turned around, his face was familiar but why she could not say. His eyes dark, his face was impassive, his chest bare, the only thing hiding the rest of him from her was a silk tie, tied haphazardly around his hips, barely holding in place the black silk.
He looked at her, walking slowly towards her shedding his robe and revealing a beautiful body, smooth and lightly tanned. Amusements light his eyes as he watched her trying not to draw back. Lessons in a House did not prepare an Artist for her Virgin night. He stood in front of her; taking her hand silently he placed it on his chest, his eyes daring her to touch him.
With trembling fingers she trailed her hand over his chests and then over the flat plane of his stomach down further too where the soft hair started to grow at his groin. She stopped there uncertain and finally she spoke... “What do you want of me master” the phrase was customary of the Art.
“I simply want you” and with that he pulled her to the bed, covered in black silk sheets and gently and carefully peeled off her clothes clothes, piece by piece, kissing her exposed flesh as he went. First her stomach and then her breasts, she shuddered at the touch, till that moment the only person to touch her in a sexual way had been herself. All her knowledge and all her training had been for her mind. She knew the theory and now she was hungry for the practical. Her fear left her and she arched under his touch. Finally she lay naked beneath him his eyes feasted on her. Her dark hair tumbled over the pillow, her fevered skin had a soft sheen to it, her eyes where pools of black surrounded by a ring of emerald green her breathing was coming in soft gasps.
He smiled a wicked smile and before she had time to react he slide his fingers over her soft folds, feeling her slick warmth. Slowly he slid one finger into her, feeling the tightness and as he did so she but her lip trying to keep from crying out.
“Oh no little one…You may yell as much as you want, in fact..” he pushed a second finger deep inside her pressing on that perfect spot in side of her” I want nothing more than to hear you scream from pleasure at my hands” and with that he began to stroke her with his fingers, stretching her slowly with every deep, thrusting stroke. She began to whimper, gasping and twisting beneath his fingers. She felt something building and cried out, just as her peak began he withdrew his fingers, drawing an anguished cry from her lips. Leaning down he kissed her and whispered “ahhhh beautiful, don’t despair”
He lowered his mouth to her softness and sucked gently on the delicate flesh of her most secret parts. Lightly he bit down on the jewel that was now peaking for his attention. He screamed and he felt her climax against his tongue, Her flavor was sharp and sweet all at once.
Her fingers grasped his hair pulling him upwards to kiss her mouth, he felt her fingers on his shaft and he gasped. She placed him at her entrance, begging with her body for his possession. So he obeyed the silent begging and with one powerful thrust he slide deep inside her. He felt a brief resistance but pushed through it. She cried out loudly from pain and he crushed her lips under his own. He felt her tremble under his body and he waited for her pain to ease before slowly drawing back and thrusting back into her. This time instead of pain she cried out in pleasure. His thrusts were slow and steady at first…then he built speed and his breath labored.
She was drowning, with every stoke the waters of fire rose inside her and her eyes began to go dark. “I’m on fire” she whispered. He moved faster everything outside of her disappeared. Reaching between them he brushed his fingers over her clit and with that she flew. Her body shuddered and she screamed, the noise a sound of pure pleasure!
Her muscles were clenching around him, squeezing and pressing in on him. With a feral growl he climaxed, gripping the pillows on either side of her. The sensation was overwhelming; with a dark curse he spilled himself inside her and gripped her to him. Rolling on his back as not to crush her when his arms gave out as he knew they would! He let the finale waves rush over him as they did her! They lay there til their breathing quieted and their heart beats returned to normal. Gently he placed her on the bed next to him and drew himself gently out of her body. Slowly he kissed her and rolled off the bed. As he did so he spotted the small stain of blood on his silken sheets and remorse for not being as gentle as he could have been flooded him. Then he looked at her face.
“Please” she whispered “please make love to me again…Make me fly”
“All you have to do is beg” he said wickedly.