Ordering His Virgin

I commanded Carrie to keep going. She turned towards my gaze, and her exposed breasts bounced with her rhythm. It was a sight to behold, mesmerizing. Her sudden, unpredictable moves turned me on even more. Instinctually, she knew what she was doing. My eyes were fixed on my virgin, and my breath was taken away.

She slowly bent down, flipped her hair, and rose back up. The sight of her nakedness before my eyes was intoxicating. Damn! I was no longer thinking straight. She teasingly turned around, so I could not see her curvy ass and bent over. I was now losing it. The way her blonde hair swayed towards the wood floor was impeccable.

She got on her feet, turned her head, so my eyes met hers, and bit her lower lip before moving her hands up her hips, across her navel, and against her breasts. Massaging them, she walked towards me, hands full of her own breasts. She was just a girl, but tonight, she was on fire.

Her nipples and breasts were so full I wanted to suck the living shit out of them. Her waist was perversely slender, and I could barely see her pussy lips when she bent over. She was the most beautiful woman I had set my eyes on, and I could not wait to devour her godly body.

“Have you had champagne before?” I asked Carrie, creating a distraction to ease the tension I was feeling. It was too early. I wanted the night to last.

“I have never had any alcohol my whole life,” she answered with a calm, soft voice.

I walked over to my bar, grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses to match.

“Come here. Tonight, you are going to have a glassful of champagne,” I told her as I poured her a flute.

“Yes, sir,” she answered. Those simple words made me shiver.

I handed her the glass, and she hesitantly took a few sips.

“Drink it all,” I commanded her.

Looking a little nervous, Carrie gulped the last of her glass and slammed it on the counter. I was taken by her obedience. Damn! This girl was something. I hoped for more. Fuck it, I wanted more of her already naked body, and I wanted to savor it all.

I instructed her to dance for me some more, and all she could utter was, “Yes, sir!”

She started dancing, swinging her hips side by side, raising her hands in the air. I just stood there, supporting my weight on the counter, admiring and watching this beauty. She giggled and shyly smiled at me. Carrie must’ve known what she was doing to me. She looked relaxed, calm, and composed as if the glass of champagne had somehow boosted her psyche. I didn’t mind. Wherever her attitude came from, it sure turned me on, and I loved it. Finally, she looked settled, and she was letting loose. I was getting all heated up, and I wanted to be consumed by her fire. I stood up and walked to her.

“It’s time for me to see how much of a good girl you are,” I whispered in her ear as she kept dancing.

Carrie stopped and stared at me suggestively as I took off my tie from around my neck.

“I am going to tie you up,”

The look on her face startled me. She looked timid, but again she was full of curiosity. She slowly brought forth her hands for me to tie. This act of submissiveness turned me on even more. I couldn’t help but wonder how I had not met her before.

Quickly, I bound her hands together in a tight knot and noticed a flush on her cheeks. I could read the uncertainty on her face. She wasn’t sure if I’d take her at that very moment, and that got me quivering with excitement.

Once I had the girl bound, I ran my hands over her body, exploring all the skin I could get my hands on. Her curves were warm and soft. At my touch, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” I told her both in admiration and lust.

“Am I really?” she asked with a flicker of anxiety in her voice.

I pressed a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Don’t say anything. You just have to trust me.”

Carrie nodded quietly, bit her lower lip, and closed her eyes once more. I slid my hands to her breasts, caressed them gently, then switched up a notch and squeezed them hard. She let out a soft moan, arching her back so my hands could have better access to her cleavage. I leaned in to kiss her neck while my hard cock pressed against her stomach.

After a second, I pulled back and stared into her eyes when she opened them. I could see the disappointment. At that moment, I knew she was ready for me, but this was my night, and I was in charge.