Chapter Five
Josie
When the elevator doors opened, my eyes widened as I tried to quickly take in everything around me. There was just so much to absorb, and I was obviously in for quite the surprise. The elevator opened into a private suite that was decked out in soft burgundy tones highlighted with the elegance of gold. The suite was dimly lit, gloomy shadows clinging to most of the corners, though, and it took a while for my eyes to adjust enough that I could take in the full scope of the room.
When I was able to see clearly enough, I gasped as I took in the room before me. Above the four-poster, king-sized bed was a mirror attached to the ceiling. An item I knew likely served only one purpose—a purpose that made me blush just to think about.
But that wasn't even the half of it. When I looked around a little more closely, the heat in my cheeks only burned brighter. Hanging from the bedposts were leather straps—four of them, to be exact. One on each post It sent a tremor of fear but also a jolt of excitement through me at the same time.
Gavin walked over to the bedside table and lit some candles, giving the room a gentle but soft, sexy glow. The candle flames flickered, glinting off the gold accents in the room and dispelling some of the shadows. I saw that in one corner of the room, there was a hot tub in front of two giant, glass doors that overlooked the sea below.
Next to the tub was a small counter filled with bottles of lotion, oils, and a ton of other items I didn't even recognize. Beside the bed, I noticed another table, and when I saw the array of items laid out on top of it, I started to feel a little lightheaded. As I stared at what Gavin had spread out on the table, it made the knot in my tummy constrict almost painfully and filled me with an overwhelming sense of anxiety. It gave me pause and made me momentarily regret my decision to come up to his suite.
Whips of varying sizes, a blindfold that looked to be made of silk, at least a dozen dildos, all various shapes and sizes, and a strap-on all lay on the bedside table. I took everything in, my eyes growing wide with wonder and shock, feeling very much like a clueless child who knew nothing about sex and all that it entailed.
I was feeling like every bit the inexperienced virgin I was.
“Don't worry, my pet,” Gavin said, standing in front of me, a lascivious smile on his lips as he took my hands in his, “We'll start slow. There's nothing to be afraid of.”
I somehow managed to swallow down my fears and let him lead me deeper into his suite, following him over to the bed.
The elevator doors chimed softly and closed, sealing me into the room with him. I glanced backward at the doors, part of me wanting to flee Gavin's sex dungeon before things went too far. My mind screamed for me to run and yet, my body seemed to betray me. My body ached with a need I couldn't explain. A need I couldn't even begin to understand.
My insides were tight, and my head was swimming. My vision seemed to be wavering, and my heart was thundering within my breast. Though there was a streak of fear shooting through me, I still yearned to have something to fill me up from the inside. Something to fill the very hole that had remained untouched for far too long.
However, all of this—the oils and dildos, the whips and blindfolds—it all felt like too much. Too much, and it was all happening too fast. How had I gone from a virgin to a woman standing in the middle of a sex dungeon with a man promising to fuck me senseless?
I wasn't sure I could handle it myself, let alone give Gavin what he expected. What he wanted. Lila probably could do it. Hell, I was sure she could. But me? I had no idea how to use any of the toys on display—minus the dildo, of course. I'd had some experience with a dildo, but not with one anywhere nearly as large as the ones all lined up on the table.
“Sit,” Gavin said, motioning to the bed.
I did as he instructed and sat.
He stood in front of me, gently stroking my hair, looking down and just staring into my eyes. His dark, smoldering eyes felt like black holes, like a person could get pulled in by the gravity and find themselves lost within them. He exuded a rugged, manly presence, and yet, Gavin's hands were soft and gentle, as he slipped them through my hair. He worked his hands all the way down to my chin, lifting my face up to his. He stared into my eyes for a moment longer and then leaned down, pressing his lips to mine.
Every time his tongue entered my mouth, I found it hard to breathe. He literally sucked all the air right out of me. His kisses made me feel lightheaded and disoriented. And yet, I loved every moment of them. The way he kissed and touched me, made it seem like I needed nothing in the world but him and his lips. Gavin slipped his hands down lower, spreading my knees apart, centering himself between them. I glanced down and saw his erection, straining against his jeans and couldn't stop my eyes from growing wide. I couldn't believe how large he was and wondered if he'd be able to fit inside me. More than that, even if he could fit, I worried that it might hurt
Gavin caught me staring, and with a sultry little smile, he reached down and removed his belt. He tossed it to the side of the room and then his hands moved to his zipper. The world seemed to slow down around me as I took it all in. Usually, when I was with a man and at the point we were at right then, I'd run for the hills. I could never manage to let myself get further than that point. I'd never seen a penis before in my life, because I always stopped what was happening and left before the pants came off.
Gavin slowly and deliberately unzipped his pants, sliding them down over his hips agonizingly slowly and gracefully. His boxers were still covering his erection, but it's not like they were hiding anything. With the thinner fabric of his boxers, I could very clearly make out the outline of him and gasped. This much closer to his flesh, without his jeans covering him, he looked even larger than before.
I waited, with bated breath, for him to remove the boxers and let me see him fully exposed, but Gavin lifted my face and forced me to stare in his eyes instead. I gazed into the dark vortex of his eyes and bit my bottom lip, my pulse racing and my heart thundering so hard, I was sure he could hear it.
“Remove my boxers,” he said.
He wanted me to remove them. Me! He was making it clear that if I wanted to see him, I had to be the one to make that move. I had to take that next step on my own. Lifting my hands up, I quickly put them back down again, my heart hammering inside me. Although I wanted to—I really wanted to see him fully exposed—I couldn't bring myself to actually reach up and remove his boxers. Not at first. Gavin dropped my chin and made a soft tsk-ing noise.
“Do you want to see it or not, Josie?” he quipped.
“I—I do,” I whispered, my voice thick and my throat dry.
Gavin reached for my hands, taking them in his and placed them on his hips, right at the waistband of his boxers. That was obviously his way of meeting me halfway. The rest of the journey would be up to me.
“Pull them down,” he said, his voice commanding and deep. “Now.”
The tone of his voice was direct and stern. It wasn't a suggestion or a request. No, it was an order. And without thinking about it, I did exactly as he said. With one swift motion, I pulled his boxers down to the middle of his thighs, letting his erection spring forth like a jack-in-the-box of pure pleasure. I gazed at it with wide eyes, and I found it hard to breathe. Gavin's cock was hard and thick—and oh so long.
I was still gripping the waistband of his boxers, as motionless as a statue. It was almost like I was afraid to move as I sat there staring at his cock. I had no idea what to do as I sat there admiring the straightness and girth of it—and, of course, imagining what it would feel like nestled inside me.
“Good girl,” Gavin said. “See? That wasn't so tough now, was it?”
Easy for him to say. But as he stroked my cheek, I leaned into his touch and felt myself relax—a little bit, anyway.
“Now,” he said, “let's see what you have under that dress.”
With my heart pounding and my body trembling, Gavin reached down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. With slow, gentle hands, he lifted it up. I raised my arms, giving him permission to take the dress off my body. He slipped it off over my head and tossed it aside, my dress landing next to his belt on the floor.
Then I was sitting there, in nothing but a bra and my panties. My cheeks flared with heat, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I was so afraid to see the disappointment or disgust in his eyes I feared would be there. Although I had a nice rack, I felt like I was far less attractive than his usual fare. Again, Gavin reached for my face, turning it up and forcing me to look at him.
At first I closed my eyes, not able to meet his, and had to remind myself to breathe. Trying to get myself under control, I focused on the scent of the candles. There was a jasmine scent mixed with something muskier—sandalwood, perhaps?
It delighted my senses every bit as much as having Gavin's hand on my face did.
“Sweet little Josie doesn't even know how sexy she is,” he whispered, his voice low. “Believe me when I tell you that you are, indeed, very sexy.”
I opened my eyes at last, finally able to bring myself to look at his face as he spoke. And what I saw took my breath away. He was drinking me in with his eyes, savoring every last square inch of me, and from the curl of his mouth, I could tell he was enjoying what he was seeing. The look of undisguised lust in his eyes set a fire burning between my thighs.
He ran the tip of a finger down my face, trailing it down my neck, and finally to my cleavage. My nipples were hard, pressing against the bra, and he found them with his hands, circling the tip of his fingers around them. My insides tightened even more, and I whimpered softly. No one had touched me there before. Nobody had ever explored my body the way he was doing it. Most of the men I'd had encounters with—as brief as they were—simply wanted to get right to it. No foreplay, just straight to the sex. Not Gavin, though. He was taking his time and was exploring me with a gentle touch. He was naked from the waist down, and I knew he wanted to be inside me, but the focus wasn't on him or his needs. No, the focus was entirely on me. He took his time with me, and my body reacted to his touch in ways I didn't know was possible.
“Lie back,” he said.
Without hesitation, as if he had some kind of a mind control over me, I did as I was told—partially on the bed, partially off. Gavin fell to his knees in front of me, and I could hardly see him over the mounds of my breasts, but I could feel him. I felt him slip my panties down my thighs before peeling them off me altogether.
My heart raced, and I was trembling, knowing I was bare down there, and he was seeing me completely exposed. I laid there, suddenly feeling self-conscious and nervous, wishing I had shaved or had done something to make myself more presentable. But if Gavin minded or found me unpresentable in any way, he didn't let it show.
He dove between my lips with an eagerness that caused me to gasp. He kissed me down below with every bit as much vigor as he'd kissed my mouth. I gasped when I felt his mouth on me, felt him sucking ever so gently on my clit. My body arched upward from the bed and I cried out, experiencing sensations I'd never felt before. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh as he held me in place while he buried his tongue inside me.
I groaned, loudly, as I grabbed hold of the bedding, gripping it tightly as finally, I felt what it was like to have something other than a toy inside me. And it was glorious.
I ground myself against him, but Gavin kept a tight hold on me, not letting me get very far or move all that much. His tongue slipped in and out of me, licking and tasting me, his mouth expertly moving across my most sensitive parts. It felt like my skin was on fire as he moved to my clit, teasing and circling it, before driving his tongue back inside me. I thrashed my head side to side, waves of sensation washing over me. My head was spinning, and conscious thought seemed to be fleeing my mind.
As he kept working me with his mouth, my insides began ache for him. For all of him. I wanted him inside me in the worst way possible.
Not just his tongue, but all of him. I wanted it. Needed it.
“Please…” I begged, unsure of what I was asking for exactly.
“Please what?” he asked.
He raised himself up enough that he could look me in the eyes. His mouth and face were wet and glistening, covered in my juices, and that only got me hotter. Wetter. Made the flames of desire inside me burn even brighter.
“Please, Gavin. I—I'm so close,” I whimpered.
“Do you want to come, my pet?” he asked.
He gave me that sultry little smile again as his finger took up where his tongue left off. He slipped a thick digit inside me, moving it around in ways and reaching spots my vibrator never could.
Jesus Christ, I thought to myself. We weren't even to the sex yet, and my body was on the verge of exploding.
“Yes,” I muttered, my eyes flickering open and shut as I reveled in the sensations going on inside me.
“Good,” he growled. “Because you're going to come over and over again for me. You are going to come so fucking hard for me, Josie. Do you want that?”
“Yes,” I whimpered as he thrust two fingers roughly inside me, setting off a bomb of sensation in my pussy.
“I need you to say it.”
“I want to come,” I cried out. “Please, yes. I want to come so bad.”
“What else do you want?”
I was having a hard time focusing, but I remembered what he'd told me to say earlier when we were in the elevator. I remembered he said we'd work on it. That I needed to be better for him. I knew he wanted me to talk dirty to him, to say things I wasn't comfortable saying. Words I'd never said to any man before.
My cheeks flared with color again as I recalled his words—words he wanted me to say. I opened my mouth to speak and then closed it again. He arched an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly.
“I—I want you to—”
“Yes?” he said, giving my clit a lick as he continued looking up at me, that look of expectation on his face.
“I want you to f—fuck me,” I said.
It was only because I felt like my body might explode if it didn't get what I needed in that moment that I was finally able to utter the words he wanted to hear. I desperately needed a release. I needed him. Needed to feel him inside me like I'd never needed anything before. And in that moment, I was willing to say whatever he wanted me to say to get what I wanted. What I needed.
“Louder,” he commanded.
I cleared my throat and tried my best to speak up, “I want you to fuck me.”
Just saying those words, those naughty words, felt wrong, but strangely enough, it also felt empowering. I had to admit that it felt good and made me feel strong, powerful. Riding that heady wave, I spoke louder and clearer than I ever had before.
I could do this. What's more, I wanted to do this.
Gavin stood up, licking his lips clean of my juices as he stared down at me. Slowly and methodically, making sure my eyes were on him, he lifted his shirt, showing off his six-pack abs. He raised the shirt higher, giving me a view of a toned, chiseled chest that was covered in ink. I couldn't make out most of the designs, but I could see they were a colorful mishmash of art, beautiful designs highlighting an already perfect chest.
I sat up and Gavin took my hand, pulling me to a standing position. He kissed me, the taste of my warm, wet center still present on his lips as he reached behind me to unhook my bra. With dexterous fingers and a well-practiced ease, he removed the snaps of my bra. It flew open, fell to the floor at my feet, and my breasts fell free into his large, strong hands.
With a feline smile, he reached over to the nearby table, and my heart skipped a beat for a moment, fearing what sort of toy or contraption he might use on me, but instead of one of his oversized dildos, he grabbed a small bottle of something.
“Give me your hands,” he said.
I put my hands out, palms up, as he directed, and he squirted the liquid into my hands. It felt like an oil or lube, sort of cold and slippery against my skin. It leaked between my fingers, but he'd already squeezed more than enough into my hands that losing a little bit of it didn't matter. I stood there and waited for direction.
“Now, reach down and touch me,” he said.
I reached for his chest, but he stopped me, a deep, rolling laugh coming from his throat. I looked up at him with fear and mortification in my eyes. I'd done something wrong. Something worth laughing at me about. But, he gave me a gentle smile that put me at ease. “Not there,” he said. “Use your hands to put the lube on my cock.”
Feeling like a blithering idiot, I gave him a lopsided smile and shook my head. Duh. What was I thinking? I looked down and gasped as I stared at his length and girth. A flutter of fear blended with anticipation stole through me as I looked at his long, thick cock. Gavin took my hands and helped move them lower toward his shaft, and then stopped with my hands still a few inches away from him.
Just as he'd done with his boxers, he made it clear that if I wanted to move things forward, I'd have to do as I was told. I'd have to be the one to initiate things. It was all on me.
“Go on, Josie,” he said. “You know you want to. Give in to your lust. Give in to the desire swirling around inside you. I can see it in your eyes. Don't deny yourself this, Josie. Don't deprive yourself of what you want.”
Reaching out slowly, I wrapped my hands around the base of his dick, gripping him tightly. Squeezing him tightly, I moved my hands up and down the length of him, letting the silky-smooth liquid in my hands coat every inch of his shaft. I was trembling, so fearful that I wasn't doing it right, but Gavin moaned and tipped his head back, his eyes closed. I took that to be a good sign.
Every inch of skin on his stiff prick was smooth and slick now, and my hands glided along his shaft, moving easily and effortlessly. I worked some of the lube on the tip of his cock, stroking the rounded head with my hand, relishing the way it felt in my hands.
He took a few steps forward, backing me up against the bed. Placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing his body to mine, Gavin pushed me down onto the bed, flat on my back. His naked body was on top of me, and he hovered there, holding himself up on his arms while he looked down at me as his erection pressed against my stomach. I still had ahold of his cock with one hand and I gave him a firm squeeze that drew a soft moan from him. Reaching down with one hand, he spread my legs and situated himself between them.
The tip of his rod pressed against my opening, and my body, seeming to be acting of his own accord, arched upward. Even though I knew it would hurt, I wanted him inside me. I needed him. I needed to finally give myself over to a man.
He parted the velvety fold of my lips with the tip of his cock. And looking deep into my eyes, he gave me that devilish little grin as he thrust the tip himself into me. He stretched me open wider than I'd ever been stretched open before. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.
He gave me another thrust, driving a bit more of himself into me. And as he slipped in a couple more inches, I was stretched open even further. The ache between my thighs was there as I'd feared, but the pain wasn't nearly as intense as I thought it would be, especially for a man his size.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled through clenched teeth.
Gavin grabbed my leg with his hand and pulled it up, and my other leg seemed to just naturally follow suit. My legs were wrapped firmly around his waist as he moved his lower body, pulling himself out of me.
I groaned, but then cried out, digging my fingernails into the flesh of his shoulders as he buried himself inside me again—this time driving the entire length of his cock into me. I bit my bottom lip but screamed anyway, feeling myself being split open by his massive cock. And yet, despite the rush of pain that flooded my body, it felt so amazing at the same time.
And as he started to move himself inside me, the torrent of pleasure was so intense, so amazing, I could hardly stand it.