Ordering His Virgin

“Don’t move. Not a sound.”

I was still taking his full length. Jackson’s hands dropped to my head to control my movements. He wound his fingers into my hair — pulling slightly — then steadily fucked my mouth. Moaning in pleasure, he leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand against one of the bedposts as he thrust steadily in and out of my lips.

His dick strained between my cheeks. I could sense that he was close to his limit. Suddenly, he withdrew. The absence of his cock in my mouth made me want him even more, and I think he sensed that.

Grabbing my head again, Jackson pushed himself inside my mouth harder, and I gagged. He pulled my hair, burying his groin in my face. Above me, he muttered something incoherent. A thrill ran up inside me as I could feel his cockhead at the back of my throat. My jaw widened to take more of him in. He pushed deeper. I loved the way his thighs tightened and his ass jutted back.

I tasted his cum in my mouth as he reached his climax. I swallowed his torrent of hot seed. Jackson never lost control. He only groaned, then he was back to being himself.

“Bed,’ he croaked.

I stood and headed to his bed. On Jackson’s silken mattress, all I could think about was how perfect the bed was. My buyer did everything he did to perfection.

He followed behind then stopped to look me over. “I’m going to bind you to my bed like a piece of art that was meant to be admired,” he told me, and I felt a shiver run through my body. I was about to be entirely at this man’s mercy. The feeling was titillating.

He pulled a long metal bar from beneath the bed. Each end had a roundish clasp that he attached around my ankles. The bar kept my legs wide open, my virgin pussy on display. Part of me filched, unused to being so revealed, but Jackson knew best, and if this was what he wanted, then I would adapt.

The bar was attached to leather thongs on the bed. My legs were suspended above me, and he had full access to my pussy. Jackson sunk in between my thighs, tasting me. His tongue inside me made me squeal. I half expected him to reprimand me, but he was otherwise occupied. He swirled his tongue around my clit and pushed inside me. I writhed in desire and against the restraints holding me in place.

His fingers gently stroked my lower lips. I bucked against his touch and tongue. He buried his tongue further into my pussy as my hips rocked up to meet his face even though I was restrained. I could feel each and every stroke of his tongue. My climax was rising inside me, and he fueled that flame by coaxing my g-spot, forcing my body to surrender to him. I closed my eyes because I was no longer in control.

“It feels so good!” I cried out.

An orgasm ripped through my body. It felt like I was exploding as my core jerked at the sweet torture I had just experienced. I wanted more of that.

Jackson licked me dry, and I was a bit embarrassed. I could feel his eyes on me as he licked the cum off of my pussy like my juices were the best thing he had ever tasted. Devoured, that is the right word to describe what Jackson was doing.

I remained in a daze but aware as he undid the ropes attached to the spreader bar. With a twist and a pull of the steel shaft, he brought me down so that I laid on the bed. He grinned as he looked at my naked body, then unhooked the bar.

“Please,” I managed to form the word faintly between exhausted breaths.

“What do you want?” he teased. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he wanted to hear me say it. I blushed because I didn’t know if I had it in me to ask for what I needed.

Jackson leaned closer to me as he sucked my earlobe.

“Please,” I said again. And then I begged. “Fuck me.”

Chapter Seven - Carrie

“Are you sure, Carrie?”

Jackson stood above me, staring intently into my eyes. I knew at that moment, if I changed my mind, he would let me leave. But I had no intention of changing my mind. I was sure, and I didn’t understand how I could put into words what I wanted.

“You don’t regret what happened here?” He brushed a hand over my leg tenderly.

“I don’t regret a single thing, sir.” That was my truth.

I wanted to go further and fulfill the terms of our contract. Jackson was happy, and I liked pleasing him. Pleasing him added to my pleasure.

A grin covered his face. Jackson practically glowed. “You are the best sub I have ever had.”