Lily
I seem to lose my breath when I see his cock for the first time. He’s so hard. I just know it must be hurting. My first instinct is to reach for him, to rub on his length, but my arms are bound.
It’s a strange feeling.
I’m not scared having my arms tied behind me. The feeling isn’t uncomfortable at all, but I’m so used to having them free, that now I’m very aware of all of the things I can’t do. I start wondering what will happen if I lose my balance and fall over, if I face-plant into the side of the couch, but something tells me that the fear is part of the fun.
My Dom will catch me if I fall.
There is no doubt in my mind that Master Thorn will catch me and take care of me. He won’t let anything bad happen to me. He’s watching over me. He’s right here for me.
And I feel a deep sense of satisfaction when I realize that trusting him makes me feel happy.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe I am more submissive than I think.
“Please,” I whisper.
“What do you want, princess?” He starts rubbing his cock. He’s so close to me that if my arms weren’t tied, I’d be able to grab him, touch him. Then again, I have more at my disposal than just hands.
I want to suck his cock. I want to lick it slowly and savor every inch of him. I want to taste him, want to feel him inside of me. I want to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. Master Thorn makes me feel so many things.
I want to make him feel those things, too.
“Please, may I suck your cock?”
“Fuck, kitten,” he groans and steps forward, pressing his cock to my lips. He gives me free reign to lick and suck him as I like, and I find myself sliding him down my throat as quickly as I can.
He tastes good, and even though he’s thicker than I’m used to, I manage to take almost his entire length down my throat. He lets out a sharp hiss as I taste him, and I know he isn’t unaffected by this.
I’ve never really felt like I was particularly good or bad at blowjobs, but in this moment, I feel like a damn queen.
In this moment, I am strong, and brave, and sexy, and I am everything Master Thorn needs.
Soon he fists my hair, pulling me back. He looks at me for a long minute before he helps me to my feet and kisses me. His kiss is needy. He wants me, craves me. He needs this just as much as I do, if not more.
We both need to feel everything we’re experiencing in this moment.
We both need more.
“You are incredible, kitten.”
“Thank you,” I breathe out.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I want to touch you here,” he presses his fingers to my nipples. “And here,” he runs his fingers over my pussy. “And here,” he whispers in my ear. This time, his fingers graze my bottom.
“O-O-Okay,” I manage to get out.
“Does that make you nervous?”
“A little.”
“I’ll make it good for you.”
“I know.”
He helps get me into position over the couch. I kneel beside it, bending over. His couch is deep enough that my entire torso fits comfortably from this position. Something tells me that Thorn didn’t just buy this couch because it fits his decoration scheme.
My head is turned and my cheek is pressed to the sofa cushion. Master Thorn gets in place behind me. I feel him kissing my back, and my hands, and then he moves lower. He bites my bottom, and I clench my muscles.
“Relax your body,” he says.
“I’m trying.”
“Relax,” he whispers again, and this time I do. He runs his finger up and down my slit, touching me everywhere, bringing all of my nerves to life. “I’m going to fuck you now, kitten. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy, and then I’m going to come in your ass, baby. You look so good like this, all spread out and lovely for me.” His words send a thrill through my body.
I really must look incredible right now. Obviously, I can’t see what I look like, but I’m very aware of the fact that Thorn is completely in control right now. I can’t really move, or argue, or do anything but take what he offers me.
And I feel good about this.
I feel sexy.
I hear him shift as he reaches for something, and then I hear the condom wrapper.
“I’m clean,” he tells me. “But we’ll use condoms for now and for as long as you’re comfortable.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, glad it won’t be an argument. I’m on the pill, and I know having a club membership means Thorn doesn’t have any STDs, but it’s always best to be safe and careful. I’m glad we’re both being level-headed in this situation.
My arms are still tied, and they’re starting to get a little tired, but the pain isn’t sharp. It’s more of an ache, and it moves through my body and settles in my groin. It’s an unusual feeling, but it’s not bad. It just makes me even more aware of each part of me.
Anytime Thorn touches me, my nerves seem to come alive even more than usual. Each time he presses his hands to my body, my skin seems to burn with excitement, with desire.
And then he presses his cock between my legs.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” he says. “Some Doms don’t like that. Sometimes people play and they expect their partner to be silent, but I’ll never gag that pretty mouth of yours, kitten. Not if it means I get to hear your moans.”
“Master Thorn,” I whisper, and he slides inside of me, filling me. He gives me a minute to adjust to his size, and I’m glad, because it’s been awhile since I was with a man. I’m nervous I’ll be sore tomorrow, but somehow, it doesn’t matter.
Somehow, I bet even the soreness will be welcome.
Each time I move, I’ll remember the way he filled me.
Each step I take will be a reminder that Master Thorn played with me, and marked me, and enjoyed me.
Each bite of pain will be a reminder that he played with me, and that he showed me bravery is always rewarded.
Soon my reprieve is over, and Master Thorn begins to fuck me at his own pace. It’s demanding, and hard, and fast, and soon I find myself on the edge of an orgasm. I don’t usually come from sex, but somehow, it makes sense that I would with him.
I’m so close to coming, so close, but I need a little bit more.
I wiggle, wishing I could reach for my clit, and Master Thorn pulls my hair.
“You want to come, kitten? Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Then come for me.”
“I need you to rub my clit,” I whine. “Please.”
“No, I won’t be touching your clit,” he says. “I want you to come on my cock, beautiful. I want you to come without me rubbing your clit. Come just for me because it pleases me. Come because you want to squeeze my dick with that pretty pussy of yours.”
He keeps pulling my hair with one hand. His other hand finds my nipples and begins to pinch and pull.
Again, at first, the pain bothers me, but soon it, too, settles between my legs. I’m overwhelmed with so many different feelings and emotions and sensations that the orgasm sneaks up on me without me noticing. I cry out, clenching his cock. I groan, completely wrapped up in the waves of pleasure that are overtaking me.
“Fuck, that was beautiful,” he says, and then I feel him pressing at my asshole with his fingers.
“No,” I whisper. “You’re too big.”
“I’m not too big,” he says. He presses a finger inside of me, filling me. His cock is still in my pussy, and I feel very, very full. “Trust me, beautiful.”
“I trust you,” I whisper, and I do. He pulls away from me for a minute and I immediately miss him. I hear him opening something, and then he covers my backside in lube. He’s generous with it, and when he starts touching me again with his fingers, he uses more. I try to figure out exactly how many he’s putting inside of me, but it’s impossible to tell.
“How does that feel? Any pain?”
“No, it doesn’t hurt. I just feel full.”
“Good,” he murmurs, swatting my bottom a couple of times. “Now you’re going to feel even more full.”
He nudges me with his cock, pressing against me.
“Relax, baby,” he says. “This is easiest if you relax.”
It’s not my first time having anal sex, but it’s the first time in awhile, and I close my eyes and breathe deeply.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, kitten, and you’re such a naughty girl.”
“I know I am, and naughty girls get punished.”
“That’s right,” he agrees. “Naughty girls get their assholes punished.”
“Fill me with your big cock, Master Thorn,” I say, and he slowly slides into me. My body stretches to accommodate him, and the feeling is slightly uncomfortable at first, but not painful. Slowly, he moves in me, and my body begins to warm up once more.
“Are you ready to come for me again, kitten?” He says.
“I don’t know if I can,” I admit. I’ve always been a one-orgasm kind of girl. Multiples are something I’ve always wanted, but not something I’ve ever thought I could have. Then again, I also didn’t think I’d feel comfortable in the middle of a sex club or considering going back. I didn’t think I’d be finding myself on the verge of a D/s relationship.
“You can,” he says. “I believe in you, baby. You can do this. Fuck, you have no idea how pretty you look with my cock sliding in and out of you. Gorgeous. You look so damn gorgeous, baby, and I’m going to come inside of you.”
“Please,” all I do is beg now.
“Come for me first. Come for your Dom. Show me how much you love this.”
Master Thorn keeps murmuring how pretty he thinks I am, how gorgeous I am, how beautiful I am. He keeps telling me how fantastic I look completely tied up and at his disposal, and I love it.
I love the things he’s saying to me.
I love the way I feel.
I’m tied up, bent over his couch, and I’ve never felt more satisfied. Right now, it doesn’t matter that my job is difficult or that my landlord isn’t great. It doesn’t matter that it’s hard to keep my house clean, spend time with Owl, and find the freedom to have a social life.
Right now, the only thing I have to worry about is coming because that’s what my Dom wants me to do.
The only thing I’m focusing on is listening to him, on following his commands.
“Come.”
This time, he does run his fingers over my clit, and he brings me over the edge. My body explodes in pleasure I’ve only imagined before as the second orgasm of the night takes over. At the same time, I feel him coming, and he grips my hips as he thrusts into me one last time.
And I am filled.
I am complete.
I am beautiful.
In this moment, I feel a deep sense of happiness wash over me. I feel so good. I feel drunk on love as he kisses my shoulder and whispers, “Let’s get you untied, beautiful.” Gently, he unties my arms and rubs them with his hands until he’s certain I don’t have any bruising. Then we sit together on the couch and he just holds me.
“How are you feeling?”
“Good,” I whisper. “That was incredible. It really wasn’t that scary.”
“There will be times when you’ll be scared. There will be times when we try new things and you feel worried or concerned, but you’ll tell me, and we’ll talk about it. Hell, there will be times I’m scared, too, sweetie.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You don’t really think I have this whole Dom thing completely figured out, do you? I’m good, but I’m not perfect. Learning to be in a relationship is never easy. We’ll focus a lot more on communication and vulnerability than most couples will, but we’ll both make mistakes. That doesn’t mean we aren’t going to try.”
“You still want to?” I ask hopefully.
Thorn tilts my chin up and I look at him.
“I knew the moment I saw you that you were something special, Lily. Yeah, I want to give this thing between us a chance: a fair chance. I want to date you, Lily. I want to Dominate you. I want to teach you. I want to love you, if you’ll let me.”
And I realize that Thorn is asking me for more than just a second date.
He’s asking me to give him a part of myself that until recently, I didn’t know existed. He’s asking me to give him a chance. He’s asking me to love him.
And I know without a doubt that saying yes to Thorn is going to be the best decision of my life.
“Yes,” I whisper. “A thousand times, yes.”