It took me a few moments, but I gathered my wits and walked to his SUV. Doc rolled his window down and the first wisps of his accent drifted through me.
“Would you like to come, sit with me, talk?”
A picture of the Darkness pressed against my mind and I was conflicted again, unsure of what it was that I wanted what it was I was truly looking for. He asked if I was ok. I was trembling and I couldn’t look at him, but I sat. We talked about benign things for a minute and he asked me if I’d gotten all of my errands done. I had, for the most part, but still needed to make a stop at the grocery store. He offered to drive. How very strange to do normal things with a man I was hoping would hurt me. It felt surreal.
I directed him to the store and in we went. Doc walked slightly behind and to the left of me. He was very careful not to touch me. I think he was afraid I would bolt. I could feel him watching the way I moved. I was incredibly self conscious as I gathered up the few things I needed and checked out. The entire time Doc trailed me, sending little shivers up my spine.
When we got back to the SUV, Doc asked if I wanted to retire somewhere with less traffic, a quieter place to really talk. I swallowed hard and nodded. It was the best I could do as I directed him to a little park, hidden from the road by a solid stand of trees. It was quiet there, secluded and dark as pitch. No moon graced the sky adding to the illusion of being somewhere completely removed from everything I knew.
“Was your husband very observant before you left the house?”
I knew Doc was asking if I had worn underwear. I slid my skirt slowly up my thighs baring everything. He didn’t say a word but I knew he was pleased. His breathing had quickened, become shallow. He cupped my face in his right hand and tipped my head back so I was forced to look at him. His sweet, good natured smile had been replaced by a predatory grin. I swooned at it, the animal need in his eyes.
“You asked me several nights ago if I promised to hurt you, to use you well for your pleasure and mine. Do you remember?”
I nodded weakly as he laid my seat back, his hand still cupping my face. He pushed my knees apart gently as his left hand skated up my thigh. I knew what he was going to do and I wasn’t sure who wanted it more, him or me. He was amazingly gentle at first, little touches across my clit. He slid one finger and then too deep inside me. I had a choice to make. Did I ride my nerves or did I let it go and ride the wave of pleasure building inside me? I relaxed into his hand and concentrated on the sensations.
“That’s my good girl.”
Doc let go of my face and pushed my shirt up around my neck. I squirmed for a better position and he slid home another finger and another, stretching me wider. I pushed against him, wanting more. He obliged pushing his hand deep in my throbbing pussy. I moaned, using my arms against the window to push my body against him. When he pinched my nipple I almost came undone. I begged for it, pleaded for him to ride me hard against his wrist and he did. I came once and he paused only momentarily. I had thought my orgasm had crested, but when he pushed his fist inside me once more, it didn’t subside. It was like a tsunami of pleasure as he stretched me wide and pounded me harder. I thought I would come apart and the first slap against my clit made me scream for him. I rode the feeling, nothing left in my head but the sensations of pain and pleasure, bringing me over and over until I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak.
I lay limp against the seat the smell of sex all around me. I wanted so much to please Doc. I knew he was happy at my reactions to his touch, but I wanted to give him more. I enjoy giving head. The feeling of a man growing hard in my mouth thrills me. I love the different taste each man has and the power it gives me over his reactions.
I tucked my legs beneath me and leaned over Doc, rubbing him through his jeans. I am always leery the first time I am with a man. Whoever told you size doesn’t matter lied right to your face. It does matter and it is important, especially in a Dom/sub relationship. Doc was huge. When I unzipped his fly and pulled him free I literally gasped with pleasure at the sight of him. I knew there was no way I would be able to take all of him in, but I was willing to try.
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