Under My Boss's Authority (Under Him)

The pain only lasted a few seconds. It was pretty bad, but still not the worst I’d ever felt. I also knew it was fleeting. It would fade, never to return. There was only one chance at a first time. Thank goodness for that.

Hugo stayed in me after. There was probably blood but I didn’t want to look. The pain was gone and I’d gone back to feeling good, savoring the feeling of his cock inside me as he filled me to the limit.

When I’d had time to recover, he started to move again. Giving me a good, proper fuck, granting me all the pleasure of a woman. It felt amazing. All of my senses filled with pure delight. I shouted out in Catalan. Something along the lines of ‘sweet fucking yes! Harder! Please!’ The thinking part of my brain had mostly shut down, along with my English-language knowledge. I was reacting on pure instinct.

Hugo fucked me harder. Building up to the point that he was absolutely pounding my pussy. Slamming his massive cock between my tender lips, both of us getting ever closer to the end.

I shook and wailed, and Hugo held me tight as I orgasmed. Every cell of my being collecting into a single mass and exploding in unison.

The light returned and Hugo was kissing me. Nuzzling gently into my neck. I couldn’t feel my legs but they still moved when I tried. More to the point, Hugo’s cock was no longer inside me.

“D-did you c-cum?” I managed.

“Not yet, I was waiting for you. I didn’t know if you were on birth-control.”

“N-no.”

“I would imagine not. Being a virgin and all. I probably should have used a condom.”

I blushed, too flustered to have put it together myself. I knew it was reckless, but I hadn’t even thought about it. At least he could see the humor in the situation.

“You can take care of it now if you like.

“Yes, please,” I said it like a child asked if she would like more dessert. Hugo shifted so he was on his knees beside me, his cock inches from my face. Rolling onto my side, I did my best not to just swallow it.

With Hugo gently holding my hair, I used everything I’d learned from him face-fucking me, to give him the very best blowjob I could muster, enjoying the taste of myself on him, too. I must have done a decent job, considering it took him only about ten minutes to cum. Though part of that could be the fact he’d been waiting from my pussy for goodness knew how long. I really did want to try and make it up to him.

He filled my mouth with his sweet cum and I swallowed it all down. Continuing to suck him clean after I was finished. He had already been so kind to me. It really was the least I could do. I wasn’t sure what the most I could do was yet, but was pretty sure we would find out soon enough.

“Come on,” he said, lifting me from the bed.

Looping my arms around his neck, I lay my head to Hugo’s chest as he carried me into the bathroom. One of the larger of its type, it came complete with a full-sized bathtub that would easily fit us both.

Setting me on his lap on the edge, still hard cock pressing against my ass, Hugo turned on the water. I couldn’t help but marvel a little at his stamina.

“Was there, um –”

“No, not much, ” he said, catching on to what I was nervously hinting at, “There was a little bit of blood, but no more than I couldn’t handle with some tissues.

The water squeaked to a stop and, before I knew it, I was being lowered into the restored claw-foot tub, Hugo following close behind. Gentle as ever, he washed me all over. Toe to head and then back again, even washing my hair.

No mean feat, considering I’d let it grow down nearly to my waist. I usually kept it in a braid, or even a bun, like I had on the video-call. Yet, there it was, long and loose, my sweet lover shampooing and rinsing every inch with all care and attention.

The sex had been wonderful, amazing even. Though when it came to intimacy, washing my hair probably took the most trust. Sex happened all the time. Lots of times between strangers. I’d never let anyone wash my hair. At least since I was old enough to do it myself. A surrender I never thought I’d make. Yet there was something about Hugo that made me trust him innately. Something that let me know that he would never hurt me. Not just so I believed it as a conviction but knew it as an objective fact.

Egyptian cotton kissed my skin as Hugo patted me dry. He moved over me with a meticulous efficiency, leaving not a spot of moisture anywhere on me. Wrapping a second towel around my hair, he put us both into pure silk robes, Chinese dragons rampaging on the back.