Lovely Obeisance

My body quivers at his touch. His free hand glides up my stomach towards my breast and a moan slips from my parted lips when he cups my soft bosom gently.

His mouth covers the lacey fabric and I feel his tongue roll slowly on my nipple. The thin bra barely controlling the intensity of his warm breath on my skin.

"You like that, don't you?" He asks.

I whip my head down to meet his gaze, "Yes."

He pulls back slightly and blows on my wet nipple. The immediate change from his warmth to cold air sends shock waves of pleasure to my already aching pussy and my back arches towards him, "God, yes." I whisper through gritted teeth.

His low chuckle sends my heart racing, "I prefer Sir, but God will do nicely."

My brain fights for a quick witted response, but his tongue has found a ferocious pace, flicking the already tender area wildly and my knees nearly give way beneath me. Somewhere, deep in my belly, I feel spasms with ever maneuver of his talented mouth. 

"Don't worry," he says, "I'll hold you."

His hand leaves my breast and I'm left yearning for his touch, until he grabs my wet mound. I let out a startled yelp and try to jump back, but his firm grip holds me in place.

"You're already so wet for me." He says while he glides the palm of his hand back and forth on my slick panties. "I love it."

I smile sweetly, grateful for the brief moment of shock because I've finally found my proper head space, "Oh yeah?" I let my voice sound as sultry as possible. "Don't get used to it."

I giggle at the shock on his face. Feeling like a goddess for a brief moment before his eyes flash with the promises of revenge, "You never stop surprising me."

The sentence is innocent enough, but his tone has changed from hunger to authority. "I was going to wait before teaching you a lesson, but I've decided, now is the time."

My heart skips a beat as I debate in my head exactly what that means. Lust quickly turns to fear, sending every nerve in my body on high alert.

I nearly shout at him, "I'm sorry." But, he's already standing.

"Don't be sorry yet, little one." He says as he leaves me where I'm standing, headed towards a black dresser.

"I haven't even started."

"Stand up."

My eyes grow wide at his demand as I slowly rise from my seated position. The flimsy remnants of my dress fall to my ankles and I'm left completely exposed. The cool air bites my hard nipples through the sheer fabric. A small part of my brain screams to cover up and hide, but it's overshadowed by the look in his eyes. In all my years, I've never seen such hunger.

He shudders; visibly getting himself under control, "The bra matches."

I squirm underneath the intensity of his gaze, "Do you like it?"

He places his hand on the now damp area of his jeans and I see the proof of his approval, "I fucking love it."

Watching him hold himself turns my legs to jelly. I feel a throbbing in areas I never knew existed inside of me. As his eyes trail the expanse of my body, I peer down to get an idea of what he's seeing.

The contrast of the nearly see through white material in contrast with my skin sets off alarms in my head and I subconsciously move to cover myself, forgetting about the cuffs. Thrown a bit off balance, I stumble a few step on my heels before regaining my composure.

"If I wanted you to hide, I wouldn't have restrained you." His voice has lost it's humor.

Heaving deep breaths, I look up to see he's directly in front of me again, "There's nothing to see here. Move on, Sir." I say defiantly.

There's a flash of surprise in his eyes, but as quickly as it comes, it fades and he's back in control, "You're amazing." His body presses against mine, "Every inch of you is exactly what I want. Let me look at you."

I shrug. Standing almost naked, under the scrutiny of him brings up a life's worth of insecurities. I feel a mixture of my lust and fear battle within me, "I suppose." I mutter.

He steps back, jaw dropped as he shakes his head back and forth, "You're going to learn soon to address me with respect."

Forgetting my place, I clamp my mouth shut with a small smile, "I'm sorry."

He takes a hold of the cuffs, bringing his mouth just over my left breast "Not yet baby girl, but if you keep this up, you may soon be."

He bites down tenderly, nibbling lightly and I throw my head back as the sensation overtakes my body.

My head falls back against the chair, eyes closed while his hands stroke the inside of my thighs. The calluses on his palms feel like heaven against my sensitive skin. 

"Unzip your dress." He says.

I'm snapped out of my daze by his first quiet demand. He grips my ankle again as I lean forward clumsily finding the metal tongue. The position makes me feel even more exposed and vulnerable. After a few failed attempts, he leans over me.

The humor returns to his eyes, "You're so fucking sexy." His voice is laced with pent up laughter.

I can't help but giggle as he wrestles the zipper. His lean body is bent over me, exposing a firm belly I suddenly want to bite. I peer over my shoulder as I hear him wrestling with the difficult garment. Good, I think, he's distracted.

A Cheshire grin spreads across my face as I set in a little plan. A surprise attack, if you will. He'd caught me off guard and now it was his turn. In front of me, his pants hung lose, the button undone. 

"I'm going to lean forward some more. See if that helps." I say innocently.

As I readjust myself, my face nearly brushes an inviting bulge beneath the denim fabric. I grin wickedly again before I bring my hands around his waist and open my mouth. In unison, I firmly push him forward and plant my lips against his hard cock; excitement sending electric shock waves through my body as I feel him tense above me.

I let out a soft moan as I nibble on him over the thick fabric, "I can't wait to taste you," I whisper. "I know you're going to be delicious." 

His body shivers, "Fuck this dress." He says and I hear a loud rip as he easily tears it down my back.

He tries to step back, but my grip on him tightens. I know he could escape if he wanted to, bit I look up to see his eyes glazed over with pleasure as he watches me.

"Do you like this, Sir?" I ask through nibbles.

His teeth are clenched when he answers, "More than you know."

I bring my hands to the top of his jeans and tug, but his firm around my wrists stop me, "You surprised me, but I'm not done with you yet."

Before I can think, he pins my arms behind my back and I feel something soft wrap around my wrists. His mouth devours mine and when he steps back, like magic, I'm restrained.

"They're leather cuffs." He says, "How do they feel?"

I move my hands, surprised there's enough space for me to slide them back and forth in the soft material. Before I answer, I wiggle side to side, making sure nothing bites into my skin, "They're firm, but they aren't uncomfortable."

"Good. Now, how do you feel?"

I close my eyes once more, evaluating myself. Now that the introduction's over, I make mental notes about my body's reaction to being restrained, "I'm excited."

I watch in shock as he kneels in front of me. Slowly, sitting on each knee, "Don't get used to this," he says with a smile.

Heat rises up into my cheeks while I instinctively scoot back on the overstuffed cushion, "What are you doing down there, Sir?" I can't hide my confusion.

He chuckles again, running his fingers through his hair and my heart races. I can tell despite my discomfort, he's totally in his element. Without a word, his large hand wraps around my ankle. I look at it, shocked. He doesn't move. After a few moments, I relax into his grasp.

His tone is calming as he says, "You are safe with me." 

I nod slowly, considering his words carefully. He uses his firm grip to prop my foot on the arm of the chair and I do my best to remain calm, but feeling the cool air brushing my thin panties sends me squirming.

His head dips below my dress for a moment, "Lovely choice." His voice rumbles like far off thunder. "I had hoped you'd paired this sexy little piece with lace."

I think back to my undergarment choices before our date. It was either the one thong I own, a lacey white set I'd impulse bought years prior, or my unfortunate collection of old granny panties and mom bras. The choice was simple, but I had no idea it would cause such a reaction.

My breath catches as my heart pounds against my ribs. In all my years, I'd never had a man seem so hungry for me. The fear and excitement is almost too much. 

His soft touch guides my chin towards him, where we lock eyes, "Does the bra match?"

In a brief moment of courage, I barely manage a whisper, "Why don't you find out?"

Small bouts of hysteria set in and I begin to shake with adrenaline. What the fuck am I thinking? Who is this woman?

The fingers on my chin tighten. Just enough so I can feel the pressure threateningly, "I think I will." 

He rises from the bed, slowly walking towards me. Jeans haning low around his waist and I realize, with a start, he must have undone them while I was busy debating myself in the hall. My stomach flutters at the sight of his hips swaying in such a masculine manner. The butterflies, regretfully, have returned.

"You're hot." I mutter, without thinking.

His barking laugh surprise me and I'm snapped back into the moment. Embarrassed, I nearly slap my forehead. This is not what I had planned.

Before I can react, he whispers, "You're hot," as he closes the distance between us, "You're so hot, in fact, I can't keep my eyes or hands off you."

The feeling of his warm breath on my ear sends tingling sensations of pleasure to the deepest parts of my body. I'm left breathless as he takes a nibble on my lobe, "I'm going to fuck you now."

My knees have lost all major functioning capabilities. "Yes," My voice is barely audible.

His palm finds the hairs at the nape of my neck, pulling back just enough so my eyes meet his, "Is that all?" His voice is threatening.

I pause before answering. Willing my mind to hold onto this moment forever, "Please."

A gutteral growl nearly escapes his throat as he wraps his free arm around my waist. Lifting me easily. My legs dangling as he takes me away from the comfortable looking mattress, to the large chair.

I feel a nagging anxiety chewing at the back of my brain. I'd expected a bed, now he'd changed it on me. I'd never been taken any other way. How would this work?

Between soft kisses trailing across my clavicle he chuckles, "I said we'd go slow. I didn't say we'd lack creativity."

I want to argue with him. Stand up and claim I'd made a mistake, but he places his finger lightly on my lip and stands, "Before we begin. What's our safe word?"

I cross my arms over my chest, "We won't need it. We're going slow."

In one swift motion, his shirt is off, "That's true, but it is good to practice."

I fight the urge to roll my eyes, "Pineapple."

"Very good," his voice drops several octaves as he drops the soft fabric onto the floor, "I know you aren't aware yet, how important that word is. So, I'll let the attitude slide, this time."

(Bed time. More tomorrow!)

From behind the door, I listened for a sign. Anything to signal movement. Several seconds passed with my ear pressed against the cold wood...Nothing!

Pushing off the door, I let out and exasperated sigh. What could he be doing in there? My thoughts raced as I paced back and forth on the carpeted floor. Surly he wasn't just sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I heaved a deep breath. My mind made up. It was time.

My hand hesitated just above the knob for a moment, before I turned it and forced the door wide open, "I've made my choice!" I blurted out as I took in my surroundings.

The room was dimly lit, with dark grey walls; where candles sat on decorations, flickering wildly. The movement of light made the room look both erotic and eerie. I was surprised to see a large chair in the corner of the room, only a few feet away from the large king sized bed. 

He sat on the edge, feet brushing the ground. His dark eyes met mine, "Have you?" He asked mockingly. 

Confidently, I nodded my head, stomping my way towards his arrogant smirk, "I think we should do it."

The smirk widened to a wicked grin, "I couldn't agree more." 

From this distance, I could see the humor in his eyes turn to hunger. I stepped back, "I haven't finished." 

Like flipping a switch, his eyes sparkled again as if he were watching a comedian on stage, performing their skit, "Well, go on." He muttered.

I dropped my gaze to the floor and sucked in another breath, "I want to go slow this time, please."

"Please, what?" His voice hummed like a song.

"Please, Sir." I lifted my gaze to meet his and was delighted to see his smile.

(I hope you're enjoying the story! Let me know, is third person better or first)

My knees quake as I shuffle forward. The traitorous joints threatening, with each step, to buckle underneath me, while fear and anxiety send my stomach rolling. The butterflies had long since flown the coop, leaving a volitile ocean of belly acid in their place.

"I can't do this," I whisper, throwing my hands over my eyes.

His soft chuckle stirs the heat that had earlier grown in me, before I'd made the foolish decision to follow him, "I know this is new to you," he said, "but I promise, I'm here for you. You're going to enjoy everything I do and if you don't, I'll stop immediately."

Before I chicken out and run, my hands fall in defiance, "What if you get too caught up in the moment?"

His grin fades, "I won't."

Frustration begins to grow replacing the anxiety in my once fearful tummy, "I don't know that."

Warm hands find either side of my cheeks, "I won't do anything you've said you're not comfortable with. I will never push you farther than your willing to go. As long as you're honest with yourself and me, this will be one of the most exciting and fulfilling parts of your life."

Whether I'm ready or not, It's finally crunch time. After weeks of talking, planning, and growing closer to one another, it's time to decide if I'm willing and ready to put my trust in him.

He'd spent hours pouring over our boundaries and limits. We've  had more conversations than I could count, on what we both like and dislike, but would he actually act on it? 

I'd grown to rely on his word, but this was the real deal.

"I'm not going to force you into anything. So, I'll be inside while you collect yourself. When you're ready, come in and give me your answer." With that he gives me a soft peck on the forehead and walks into the bedroom, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“Love” by Roy Croft

(my favorite part of the poem. This is not at all my own work. I just copy and pasted my favorite piece)

I love you,

Not only for what you are,

But for what I am

When I am with you.

I love you,

Not only for what

You have made of yourself,

But for what

You are making of me.

I love you

For the part of me

That you bring out;

I love you

For putting your hand

Into my heaped-up heart

And passing over

All the foolish, weak things

That you can’t help

Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out

Into the light

All the beautiful belongings

That no one else had looked

Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you

Are helping me to make

Of the lumber of my life

Not a tavern

But a temple;

Out of the works

Of my every day

Not a reproach

But a song.

I love you

Because you have done

More than any creed

Could have done

To make me good

And more than any fate

Could have done

To make me happy.

You have done it

Without a touch,

Without a word,

Without a sign.

You have done it

By being yourself.

I cannot move forward,

While I look behind.

Fear overcomes me,

As I take another step.