CHAPTER SIX - CARRIE
Being able to sit and talk with Chance had put me at ease, but knowing that I was sure to disappoint him in the bedroom was weighing on me. He’d admitted that he wanted to start the sexual part of our arrangement soon, and since I’d signed the contract, I wouldn’t have any say in it.
I hadn’t known what to say since his admission, and though I wasn’t afraid of him and found him attractive, I felt like I should tell him that I was uncomfortable. But then he leaned forward and offered me his hand.
I took it, and as he helped me to my feet, I decided I better speak up. “Where are we going?” My nerves were like a knot in my stomach.
“I’d like to show you the bedroom and where you’ll be spending a large portion of our time here together.” His lips parted showing me a toothy grin. “You know, having pillow fights and building forts with the sheets.”
His kidding put me at ease as he led me up the stone stairway and down another long hall. After walking around two corners and up another small flight of stairs, we reached his master bedroom.
Though beautiful, the room was sparsely decorated, and aside from the large, black bed, which took an entire corner of the large area and was dressed in white silk, there wasn’t much else. There was a small table beside the bed with a drawer and a trunk on the far side of the room. Long billowing drapes hung from the windows which went from floor to ceiling and didn’t offer much privacy. The was a chair positioned in front of the window as if someone had spent some time there, contemplating life.
“It’s nice. I love the bed. Is it hand-carved.”
“Take a closer look; it’s metal.” He nodded for me to go ahead and he stayed put as I walked across the room to get a better look.
“Impressive.” It truly was. I had never seen anything like it, and the entire structure must weigh a ton. “How’d you get it up here?” I trailed my fingers along the vines that wrapped around the heavy columns. The entire bed reminded me of a wrought iron gate with roses and thorny stems, intricate and beautiful.
He chuckled and stepped closer. “You’re the only person who has ever asked that.” He took a deep breath as if it were a long story. “Let’s just say that sometimes it helps to be so wealthy. I had to do a bit of structural research, and then I hired the artist to build it right where it stands.”
“That’s amazing. It must have taken her forever.”
He gave me an incredulous look. “How did you know it was a woman?”
“Because of the lines. It feels strong but still feminine.” He seemed impressed that I’d caught that detail.
“Then you’ll be a perfect fit.” He took my hand and stepped closer.
“Why do you think that?”
“Oh, I know it from all you’ve told me. You’re a beautiful, strong young lady, Carrie.” He cupped my chin and then tilted it upward as he leaned forward to meet my mouth with a gentle kiss.
I didn’t move at first, not because I didn’t want him to kiss me, but because I was afraid I’d ruin the moment. Then his hand landed in the small of my back and nudged me forward, deepening the kiss, and I melted into him.
Without stopping, he turned us around and walked me back to the bed, and as my bottom hit the side of the tall mattress, I put my hand on his chest and pushed, hoping he’d stop.
He glanced down at my hand and gave me a curious look. “Is there something wrong?”
“I just feel there’s something I should tell you.”
His brows lifted and he took a step back to give me space. I could tell that he was less than enthused and probably thought that I was about to turn him down.
“I told you I’m not very experienced, but the truth is, I have no experience.”
His brows lifted in surprise and he took a step back, folding his arms across his broad chest and walking toward the window. He got about ten steps away and then walked back, shaking his head. “This was something you could have told me before.”
“I’m sorry, I thought you knew what I meant when I said I wasn’t experienced, but then I thought I should make sure.”
He stepped close. “It’s not that it’s a bad thing. It’s just that I have certain ways and if I’d—”
He looked away and then raked his hand through his hair. “If I’d taken you, as I would someone else, I could have hurt you. I’m not into hurting women like that. I truly want this to be as enjoyable for you as it is me.” His arm came around me and then he leaned closer. “I’m glad you told me, and I’ll take it slow. But I understand if you want to back out.”
“No.” I couldn’t afford airfare back home, and despite everything, I was hot for him. “I want you.”
“Mm. That’s what I want to hear, angel.”
I figured he came up with the nickname because of my purity, but I didn’t mind it. Hearing it roll off his lips gave me a tingle, and no one had ever given me a pet name before.
I wondered what I should call him. The contract forbade us knowing each other’s last names. “If you call me Angel, then what should I call you?”
“Chance or Sir, and I’ll tell how and when to use which.” He climbed up on the bed and held out his hand, and I climbed up to join him. The bed was not only large, but it was tall and very cushy.
Chance placed a hand on my chest and encouraged me to lay back. I wished I known what to do and scrambled to think, but then as he came forward and kissed me, I lay back and nestled down atop the duvet.
His mouth was soft against mine, and then he slipped his hand down into my dress and cupped my breast. I took in a sharp breath as his thumb brushed against my nipple, and then he pinched it sending an aching throb straight to my pussy.
I’d pleasured myself many times, but had not penetrated for fear I’d hurt myself, so when he slipped his hand down into my panties, I grew nervous. Instead of fingering me though, he rubbed against my bare mound which was still tender from the waxing he’d requested per my contractual agreement. I hadn’t had much hair, to begin with, but now I was as smooth as rose petals.
“I see you follow instructions, which is going to make this time for us so much more fun.” He stroked my tender bud, and I shuddered beneath him, my legs suddenly scissoring together uncontrollably.
“No, angel. Stay open for me. Feels good, doesn’t it?” He continued to stroke my clit, and my little slit grew damp as he slid his fingers through my folds.
“You’re so wet. I need to taste it.” He went down and tugged my dress up. He’d given me specific instructions on what to wear and how to be prepared for him, and I’d tried my best to be pleasing.
He slipped my panties down and left them around my knees while he licked my virgin pussy for the first time. His mouth was warm against me, and he took his time being slow and gentle with me. He worked me with his tongue until I felt an intense pressure building in my core. I lifted my hips and closed them tight around him, but he didn’t stop, and the pleasure grew so great, that I screamed out as I came apart.
“That’s right. Come, angel. It’s only the beginning of your pleasure. There’s so much more to experience.”
Rubbing my pussy had always felt good, but I’d never felt anything like that. There was a knot in me that needed untying, and I hoped he’d do the job soon.
He sat up and took off his shirt, and then he undid his pants and pulled them off too. My eyes widened, and my face burned with a blush as his huge erection sprang forward jutting from between his legs. It was of ample size and compared to ones I’d seen before, which wasn’t many, my ideas of what to expect had been way off.
He got on his knees and stroked himself as he looked into my eyes. “I’ll be easy.”
“It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be.”
The corners of his lips turned up. “Don’t be scared of it. Why don’t you give it a kiss and become better acquainted?” He held it out and waved me over.
I had given two blowjobs in my life, and neither was with anyone that big before. I licked my lips, and my pussy throbbed as I sat up and leaned over. My hair spilled down around me, and he gathered it up and held it as I took him into my mouth. I sucked his head a little, rolling my tongue around the rim and darting it inside the tiny slit at the tip and tasted a bit of salt.
“Take it deeper, angel. I know you can you do it. See how much.” I took a deep breath and went down, but not even halfway, he hit the back of my throat, and I gagged. I pulled away and caught my breath, and he stroked my hair.
“I can’t.” I shook my head.
“Yes, you can. You will. Relax and try again. I’ll help you.” His hand rested on the back of my head, and I began to panic, thinking he was going to force it. Instead, he guided me gently, letting me take my time, and sure enough, I went deeper than before without gagging.
That’s my girl. Do it again for me and hold it. Let me fuck that throat for a minute.” I wanted him to be proud of me and not disappoint him, so I did as he told me.
He held my head on him and thrust his hips upward to fuck my mouth as he’d wanted, and I was just getting used to it when he pulled away. “I need inside that tight pussy.” He lifted me up, laid me back on the bed, and he centered his cock at my entrance. “I’ll nudge it in nice and slow. You just relax.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
He met my eyes and smiled, and then he kissed me. “Good girl.” Then he kept his eyes focused on me, inching his cock into me, his thick bell spreading me wide and stopping against my hymen.
“This is going to hurt a little. So, take a deep breath.” He breathed with me and then his hips came forward, and I felt the burning pain of my virginity being shredded.
I whimpered, and he kissed my mouth as he arched his back and buried himself deeper, inch by inch.
“Mm. You’re so tight, angel. I’m in heaven right now. I’m going to fuck it nice and slow.” He moved his hips and eased the building pressure between my legs with each stroke and for a first time, it wasn’t that bad. I held onto his firm arms around me, loving the way his muscles rippled beneath my fingers as the pleasure built between my legs.
“How are you? Are you okay?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir. It feels so good, and I feel like I’m going to come agian.”
“You will come again, I command it. And soak me good, angel. You’re doing great, and you feel so good on my cock with that tight fucking pussy.” He ground his hips into me, and as he pressed hard against my clit, I started trembling again, my orgasm causing me to clench my walls, gripping him even tighter.
“I’m coming!” It was the most amazing feeling to come on his cock and know that he could feel it too.
“Good girl. Now tell me where you want it.”
I hadn’t thought about it, but since I was on the pill, I assumed things would be fine. Per the contract, I knew that he was clean. I trusted him, and I wanted my first time to be all the way.
I met his eyes as he picked up his pace. “Come inside me.”
In another moment, he thrust hard, and as I hiccupped through the pain, his hot cum shot out, coating my walls and soothing the burn.
Once he stilled, we lay there, not bothering to get up and clean ourselves and he pulled me close to him, and within minutes, his breath leveled off, and he fell asleep. I closed my eyes still reeling from the excitement, but soon followed him into sleep.