Chapter 10 – Maxim
I wasn’t intending to start off this way. I’m taking things a bit more slowly than I usually do. I look down at Celeste’s exposed, vulnerable pussy and her confused yet trusting eyes.
I can’t believe I’m going so easy on her. I should be furious, and demanding a refund from Terri. Clearly Celeste didn’t sign up for this and she’s not the pliant submissive I thought she would be.
And yet I feel differently about her than I do other girls I’ve taken to this room. The way that I feel different is by the fact that I feel anything at all. That’s rare, and this feeling is actually quite overpowering.
I shouldn’t continue this session. It’s obvious that she’s in over her head, as am I. Both of us are being stupid.
But I can’t stop looking at her beautiful pussy. I need to make it mine. But first I need to find out who this unique creature who just walked into this room— and my life— really is.
I rub the head of my cock up against her pussy. She squirms but I can tell it’s out of delight instead of fear. I can feel that she’s dripping wet for me.
“Do you like this?” I ask, pinching her nipple.
“Yes,” she nods, still shy but opening up a little bit.
Usually by now I’d have her tied up to the fucking ceiling. I should be pissed that she’s such a novice but I did want a virgin.
About that. I’d better confirm. As far as I know, it’s only based on a rumor.
I hold up the vibrator.
“Has there ever been a cock inside you?” I ask her.
She shakes her head.
“No?” I ask, needing to hear her say it out loud.
“No,” she says. “I mean, that’s correct. There’s never been a… cock inside me.”
That’s the right answer, so I place the vibrator up against her clit and let it work its magic.
“Oh, my god,” she breathes out, her whole body quivering along with her pussy. “That feels good.”
“You’re coming for me already, aren’t you?” I say, as she leans her head back and moans along with the humming vibrator.
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, yes.”
Juices run out of her, making a nice natural lube. I run my hands along the opening of her little pussy hole. Then I stick two fingers inside her.
“Ouch,” she calls out, struggling to sit up, but she’s unable to do so because of the ropes I’ve tied her up with.
“Good,” I tell her, as I feel along her tight, perfect pussy. “It should hurt.”
Yes, she’s a virgin all right. And I can’t wait to change that fact. But first, I have to find out a little more about her.
I kneel down on the floor and take my cock in my hand. Stroking myself, I run my tongue along her beautiful clit. Then I suck on it a little bit.
“Mmmmm,” she moans, her clit still engorged and sensitive from the way I made her come with the vibrator.
“Why did you come to this club tonight?” I ask her.
She tenses, obviously wanting my tongue back on her pussy.
“Because my friend Rachel couldn’t,” she answers.
“Were you afraid?” I ask her.
“Yes.”
I put my tongue back on her clit and I can feel it throbbing as I taste her delicious juices. I run it in and out of her pussy hole, tasting her sweetness.
It’s clear she’s telling the truth. She’s a virgin, she was scared, and yet here she is letting me take her. And that begs another obvious question.
“So why the pink bracelet?” I ask her.
“Bianca told me it meant I just want to have dinner,” she says.
I shake my head.
That bitch Bianca. She clearly set Celeste up for this. Just to get my money. I’m going to demand a partial refund for procuring it under false pretenses. And then I’m going to give that to Celeste, in addition to a hefty tip.
“Celeste,” I tell her. “I’m sorry. That’s not how this club is supposed to work. You don’t have to do anything with me that you don’t want to do.”
She nods, but she doesn’t say anything.
“So, do you want to have sex with me?” I ask her, raising my head so that I can look into her eyes.
What the fuck has come over me?
This isn’t like me at all. I’m a take charge kind of guy. I should have her over my knee, spanking her for saying she wanted me to take her to dinner instead of letting me tie her up right away.
But there’s something about her that just does it for me. Fulfills a deep, aching longing I didn’t even know was there. And makes me want to protect her. After I defile her, of course.
“Yes,” she says, and I can tell that she’s sincere.
I return to licking her pussy, which isn’t something I usually do except if I wanted to bring her close to climax and leave her hanging, begging me for more. But right now, I want her to feel pleasure. I want to taste her cum in my mouth again, but this time I want it pouring out as my tongue does all the work instead of the vibrator.
I almost feel that I don’t even need to use any special tools or equipment on her. I just want it to be her and me and our naked bodies mixing and melding. I must be losing my fucking mind.
“How come you haven’t had sex before?” I ask her, not sure I want to know the answer.
I’m getting jealous now, and I never get jealous. It’s like I’m torturing myself emotionally in the way I had planned to torture her physically. I’m sure there had to have been some close calls— with her beautiful body, her perfect pussy— and I don’t really want to hear about that.
And yet I want her to tell me in drawn- out detail about how she’s never been with anyone like she’s about to be with me. It’s a sick sad need I don’t even know how to explain to myself.
“It almost happened on Prom night,” she tells me, tensing up with pleasure as I lick her up and down. “But it didn’t.”
“Why not?” I ask her, sensing that for some reason she’s embarrassed.
I like that she’s vulnerable with me, both emotionally and physically. I can tell she hasn’t told many people what she’s about to tell me, and I love that. I want to take her, own her, claim her, make her mine in every possible way.
“I thought it was going well, and I returned his advances. Maybe I even made a few of my own in return,” she says, as I continue licking her pussy.
But now I stop because she has.
“So, what happened?” I press.
She shrugs, which is difficult to do in the ropes I’ve tied her up with.
“He didn’t really reciprocate… didn’t do anything much from there, and I felt really stupid.” She sighs. “We went to the same church, we were from religious families. I guess he wasn’t expecting the same thing out of Prom night as I was.”
“Or else he felt too ashamed by his expectations,” I offer.
I look up at her again and she’s gazing down on me as if she hadn’t ever thought of that. She nods.
“Or that,” she says. “But he told people I was too ‘forward,’” she says. “I felt like a real slut. I never really pushed it with anyone after that.”
I flick her clit with my tongue, playfully, to lighten the mood.
“Well, I sure am glad it didn’t work out,” I tell her. “And any guy who says you’re forward for wanting to have sex on Prom night sounds like he’s got real issues.”
She laughs, and then she moans as I suck on her clit.
“I’m glad too,” she says, “now that I found you.”
There’s a pause, and I can tell she thinks she’s said too much. I take a break from teasing her clit to tell her, “I’m glad I found you too. Up there on stage wearing your pink bracelet not even knowing what it meant.”
We both laugh.
“I was wondering why you paid so much,” she giggles.
“Apparently it was so that I could make you feel good,” I tell her, as I lightly bite her clit and then suck on it while her back arches up off the table. I think it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“That does feel good,” she tells me, as I feel and taste her juices gushing into my mouth. “I’m coming.”
I grip her ass cheeks and bring them closer to my mouth while I continue sucking her clit.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she says, until her breath slows and the orgasm ends.
“That’s not really all I paid all that money for,” I tell her, and we laugh again.
But what I say next is no laughing matter.
It’s what I’ve been wanting to do since the first time I set eyes on her.
“Now I’m going to take your virginity.”