Serene
MY HEART POUNDED IN my chest as I stood before him. I was lightheaded, almost woozy with desire.
That’s how I knew I was in over my head. I’d played around with light bondage stuff before, fuzzy handcuffs and novelty floggers that couldn’t cause damage if you wanted them too. It had been a fun change but nothing I was interested in doing regularly.
But the fire in Jeffrey’s eyes and the way his whole demeanor changed when he spoke of it and how he seemed to flood the room with pheromones—I knew this was no game. This wasn’t a novelty for Jeffrey.
And that made all the difference. Knowing I was about to give my body to a real Dom terrified me. I should have asked him to leave. A quick and painless, thank you but no. But I didn’t. I didn’t tell him I wasn’t interested. Because as terrifying as the idea was, I was interested. I was thrilled by it. My heart raced as I pressed my thighs together at the building heat and pressure between them.
“You have the power here, Serene. Tell me to go and I will.” His voice was low and craggy and unbelievably sexy.
I took a deep, steadying breath. “I don’t want you to go,” I said softly, eyes downcast and lip trembling with excitement and a touch of fear.
He stepped forward, snatching me up and tossing me over his shoulder as a rumbly growl rattled in his throat. My panties flooded instantly while I tried not to squeal at suddenly being six feet off the ground. In moments we were in the bedroom and he laid me on the bed carefully, almost gently. He looked me deep in the eyes as he crawled on top of me. “Serene, I’m not going to do anything you don’t want. If at any point you don’t feel comfortable I want you to give me a signal, all right?”
I nodded. “A safe word, then?”
He smiled. “Exactly. Do you have one in mind?”
A million words ran through my mind and I dismissed them all immediately as too silly.
“It’s best if it’s something simple and non-sexual,” he said.
“What about snow?” I said hesitantly.
He nodded. “Good. Snow’s good. Use it if you need to. Understand?”
I nodded, bottom lip trembling again. He noticed and laid a sweet kiss on it. “I’ll go nice and slow, Serene. You have nothing to worry about.” He breathed the words against my lips as his hands traced their way down my shoulders and to my wrists. He encircled them both and gently brought my arms over my head, holding both wrists in one hand. His grip was loose, I could have slipped out if I wanted to.
He pulled away, looking at me with those gorgeous, icy blue eyes and a small smile playing on his lips. Tightening his grip on my wrists, he slid his free hand down my bare side, over my hip, and across the waistband of my pants. He kissed me again, this time harder and with more urgency as he stroked back and forth across my waistband. Each pass his fingers came closer and closer to the top of my mound but only fractionally so. When it got to be too much, I arched into the touch hoping he’d graze against me and relieve some of the tension he’d expertly built. Instead, he smirked at me, pressing my hips back to the bed. “Patience is a virtue,” he said and started over at the top of my pants.
I whimpered beneath him as he continued to tease and torture me. Slowly, so very slowly he worked his way down to my pussy and just when I was sure the next touch would land on my sweetest spot, he changed direction and headed back up my torso.
“No,” I whispered as he traced circles around my navel and up my sternum.
“Shhh, Serene. I’ll give you everything you want and more, but I’ll do it on my timeline. Clear?”
I nodded yes and Jeffrey slid his hand under my back, unhooked my bra and snaked it up my arms. He let go of each wrist one at a time, sliding the straps off me and threw the bra across the room. Taking my wrists again, he buried his face in my tits, sucking and nipping at them until I was writing and breathless. Then, just when I thought what he was doing couldn’t feel any better, when I thought I might come just from that, he slipped his hand under my waistband and his thick fingers slid across my wet folds. “Ooooooooh!” I cried out as he stroked across my clit, sending shocks of electric pleasure through my body. I rocked into his touch, arching and bowing, trying to get every last sensation I could.
Jeffrey met my gaze, fire burning in his own. “I’m letting go of your wrists. You’re to keep them as they are. Understood?” I nodded. He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Understood?” he asked again.
“Yes.” I moaned as he dragged a finger over my clit again.
“Good.” In one fluid motion, he’d let go of my wrists and yanked the pants right off me. I lay beneath him quivering all over in just my soaked underwear. “You are such a gorgeous creature, Serene,” he rumbled low in his throat. Then, just as quickly as he’d ripped off my pants, my panties were gone and Jeffrey arranged my legs further apart, bending them at the knee. He took hold of my wrists once more and without warning except the spark in his eyes, he plunged three thick fingers into me.
“OOOOOOH!” I screamed as he pressed against my g-spot and rubbed my clit with his thumb. My hips rolled and rocked uncontrollably as Jeffrey brought me closer and closer to what I was sure would be the best orgasm of my fucking life. He kept working me oh so perfectly, rubbing me inside and out and just as I was about to crash over the edge, he leaned in and kissed me hard and fast, swallowing my screams and moans as I twisted and writhed in pleasure beneath him.
After a few moments, when my legs stopped shaking, he smiled down at me, fire still blazing in his eyes. “You come so pretty. But that was just the foreplay, Serene.”