Dawn

A week later, after reading through a great number of Elijah’s books, we had come to a conclusion of my soft and hard limits, along with a few things I was willing to try. I didn’t mind vibrators and some bondage. I was curious about anal play and penetration but wasn’t sure if I would like it. But I wanted to give Elijah something that hadn’t been taken from me before.

Most of the things on the contract seemed easy to do and easy to understand. Fisting was off the list for sure, since it sounded painful, along with figging, flogging, gunplay, and hogties, to name just a few.

I was looking forward to the bondage, as long as music was playing softly in the background. I thought I would be just fine. Elijah would be my Master in the playroom, but only after we got used to the idea of us being together in that environment.

We’d also not take it into the playroom until after I was able to handle it in the bedroom, which was my idea. No matter how much I wanted to just jump in and play, I knew we had to take baby steps to get to that point.

The night that Kaleb and Kelly helped me to understand what was expected, and what kinds of toys there were, Elijah let me pick out a toy to try other than the vibrator. He wanted to take my mind off what I was trying desperately to absorb.

I knew this lifestyle was not for couples who wanted a reason to beat the people they loved. BDSM was a lifestyle, inside and out of the bedroom. It was to bring pleasure to one another and make the sex more fun between the two. So many people, mostly the new ones to the scene, didn’t know the concept, thinking it was perfectly normal for any man to beat the crap out of their partner. It wasn’t okay. It took a lot of communication and research on both parties to know what to expect.

Elijah, with a calm demeanor, led me to a drawer full of different vibrators. They were all about the same size, but a few were longer than others.

“Pick one out you’d like to play with today,” he’d said, moving behind me to kiss my neck gently.

Looking at them, I had no idea which one to pick. Some had the clit massager, a few had an anal massager, some were ribbed, and some were plain.

“I don’t know,” I said, looking but not touching.

“Well, there are the normal everyday ones, like the one I used on you at the pool, or the ones that rub your clit, while hitting that spot inside you, or the ones that massage your butt, but don’t insert into you. I have the ones that hit all three spots, but I’m sure you aren’t up to that yet. It can be very pleasurable once you get used to the feeling. The first time can be overwhelming for anyone,” he drawled in a husky voice.

I took a deep breath, then picked one from the middle. It was a light blue vibrator that seemed to have a few girths to it. It wasn’t as smooth as the one that Elijah had used last time. It was a little longer, but not by much. I handed it to Elijah, who only smiled before leading me towards the bedroom.

“This is not a scene, but in most cases, while in scene, a sub must have permission to speak. I will not require that of you until you are more comfortable being in sub mode. You are free, always, to speak, to ask questions or make any noises you want to,” he said once we entered the bedroom. “There are three safe words: green, for good, yellow, for when I am pushing a limit, and red, when you want me to stop. I will ask you your color, and I expect you to answer accordingly to how you feel.”

“Yes, Sir,” I answered, looking up at him. I took in everything he had to say.

After tossing the toy on the bed and turning on some low music, he moved towards me where I stood frozen. He gently and lovingly moved his hand up to my cheeks, then brought his mouth down to meet mine. I stood on my tip toes, reaching his soft, warm lips. I couldn’t help but moan into him.

Slowly, we began to play a song with our lips, moving in sync together, reaching everywhere we could. My hands ended up in his hair, pulling lightly as our kiss intensified.

Breaking away to breathe, Elijah’s eyes were alight with lust.

“I’m not gonna be able to last, since it’s been a little bit. I want you to suck me off so I can hold out to make you orgasm when we fuck,” he said, unzipping his pants.

I kneeled and took him into my mouth once his cock was free. He was already hard and dripping with pre-cum.

I licked him, wetting him with my saliva before taking him all the way in with one smooth stroke. He moaned deeply when my nose was right against his pubic bone.

I began to suck on him slowly, hollowing out my cheeks as he slid down my throat. I licked the underside of him, knowing he liked it.

With one of my hands, I moved up towards his balls, massaging and rolling them gently.

It didn’t take him long to come, squirting down my throat. I swallowed all he gave me.

I let him softly pop out of my mouth, smiling up at him, pleased with myself. I was getting better each time I sucked him off, and couldn’t wait to do it again.

“Good God, Dawn,” he breathed out, looking down at me, satisfied. “I’m gonna have to make sure you feel as good as you just made me. Hop up on the bed and lie on your back.”

Smiling, I stood up. Instead of moving to the bed, I decided to strip, slowly, in front of Elijah. I lifted the tank top over my head first, then moved to my pants. I stood there in only a bra, knowing I wouldn’t be needing underwear that night anyway. The last thing I took off was my bra, leaving me naked and bare in front of my love.

“Wow,” Elijah said, looking at me up and down and not moving. "I think you enjoyed that a little too much."

“Do you like?” I asked, turning in a circle. I couldn’t help but give my butt a little wiggle.

“Very much so,” he said, spanking my ass cheeks sharply. I yelped out at him in surprise. “Now, up on the bed, miss.”

I was on the bed in a heartbeat. Elijah shook his head with a smile before stalking towards me with a look in his eyes. He was hungry, and he was going to devour me.

I was laid out, hands up by my head, my legs slightly parted. I looked up at him in a lust filled daze. I never knew talking about toys and bringing someone pleasure alone could turn me on so much. I could feel the drip of my wetness between my legs, coating my asshole, almost tickling in a way.

“You’re wet,” Elijah said. I smiled shyly at him. Of course I was. “You are so responsive.”

Slowly, he brought his hands up to my feet, gently and firmly rubbing them, making the stress disappear. He worked on my toes, bringing me pleasure I didn’t know was there. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his hands on my body as he worked his way up my calves, thighs, hips, arms, and shoulders. He completely ignored the places I wanted his hands; my pussy and breasts were begging for attention.

He made sure he massaged each place completely before he finally brought his hands to my tits. He started on the sides, gently swiping his hands along the outside of them, under them, and on top, before finally touching my peaks that were desperate for his attention. I moaned out as he pinched them tightly. I arched into him, wanting more, anything, as long his hands never left my body.

After a few minutes of pinching and massaging, I was almost to my climax when he stopped. I never knew nipple play could bring one so much pleasure. I whined as he moved his hands away, moving them down my body.

“Patience, my girl,” he said with a smile, knowing exactly what he was doing.

Finally, after a long moment, he began to run his hands up and down my inner thighs, making me ache for more. I was ready to burst and it wouldn’t take me long at all.

“I’m going to use this.” He grabbed the toy I had picked out. “I don’t want you to come . . . yet. Try to hold on as long as you can.”

I nodded my head, letting him know I understood.

“Color?” he asked, turning the vibrator on.

“Green, Sir,” I answered without thought.

He gently inserted the vibrator into my slick heat, and I involuntarily bucked against it, seeking more friction. I could feel the difference right away from the other one we’d used. This one was just a little bit fuller and longer—not nearly as long as he was, but was very enjoyable. I could feel the ridges on it.

He kept it on low, knowing it wouldn’t take much to bring me release. He slowly pumped it in and out, watching me. I could feel his eyes on me, taking me in eagerly.

“I can’t . . .” I panted out, on the verge of climax.

He knew, too. He gently removed it, letting me calm down a moment before he crawled on top of me, lining himself up. The tip of his cock entered me but he didn’t push in, even though I arched into him, trying to take him in all the way.

“Hold on tight,” he said as he roughly sheathed himself inside me after putting on a condom. “You are so wet,” he panted, giving me a moment to get used to him.

“I’m so close, Elijah,” I moaned, trying to buck into him. I needed to cum. I needed him to move.

I needed more.

“Come as much you want,” he said as he began to slide in and out, fast. I came instantly, crying out in pleasure as he continued roughly banging into me.

Before my orgasm was finished, he brought me up again, lighting the fire in my lower belly as he hit my g-spot over and over. On my third time, he came with me, groaning loud and long as I squeezed everything out of him.

He took care of me afterward, making sure I was clean before cuddling together as we slept. I was happy and content, and couldn’t wait for more time together. I would always crave him, no matter what.