Ordering His Virgin

Carrie lifted her head like she was calling on me, like her body was somehow reaching out for me, pleading with me to please it. She wanted more of me. The fire I’d ignited was burning her, choking her. She was panting heavily in desire, almost in tears. I couldn’t help myself. Seeing her standing there, vulnerable, exposed, and naked, was having a toll on me. Her body was speaking to mine, calling me, urging me to get closer and grab her. I really loved it. She opened her mouth, and I could have sworn she said something, but it didn’t matter anymore. My cock was so hard, and I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was going to cum. It was inevitable.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered, almost in desperation.

And without hesitation or fear, Carrie jumped, knelt in front of me, and looked up at my face waiting for further instructions. I could feel the tension building and rising within my body. I grabbed her by the hair, hurriedly pumped my cock in her mouth, stroked it for about a second, pulled back, and came all over her pretty face. She knelt there and struggling to lick my hot salty seed into her mouth. I could tell she was both startled and shocked but pleased with how her body affected mine. I swear I could have read a sense of accomplishment in her eyes.

Chapter Six - Carrie

Jackson had full control over my body. I was under his power. I didn’t even pull at my tied hands as I licked at my cum covered lips, I knew he wouldn’t want that, and I only wanted to do as he wished. The pleasure in his eyes made me feel equally pleased, my body willingly submitting to his commands. I wanted him badly. Was it the champagne taking control of my senses, or was my body finally accepting what it desired?

“Come here,” my buyer ordered.

Still on my knees, slowly, I shuffled closer to him. Jackson was demanding, and I liked that part of him. His roughness commands made my brain spin.

His dark hair was no longer under control as he stepped back and combed his fingers through it. His eyes, though, penetrated through me as he appreciated what was in front of him. This man desired me just as much as I did him.

Jackson took a towel and wiped off my face gently. He didn’t untie my wrists as he cleaned me, but it felt like the aftercare Gina talked about that came with BDSM. Kneeling down, he made sure every inch of my face was spotless then gave me a smile.

“Good girl.”

I shivered at his words.

Putting his thumb under my chin, Jackson directed my head closer so he could kiss my lips. His touch was so soft, so caring, it made me weak.

How was I supposed to remain calm around this man? Everything he did aroused me, and that was going to be my undoing.

“Let’s go,’ said Jackson. He stood, helped me to my feet, and lead me to another room. I followed him quietly without questioning. “Good girl,’ he added again, nodding slightly.

He must have put some kind of spell on me because that statement made me smile every time he said it. I was not ashamed to admit that I liked being praised that way and wanted to impress Jackson more so he would keep commending me.

The man looked back at me, and his eyes moved over my curves. I smiled again and glanced around the room he brought me to. It was the mansion’s master bedroom, and it was opulent. The square footage of this one room was way more than the two-bedroom apartment that Gina and I shared. Centered between two curtained windows was the biggest four-poster bed I had ever seen.

Jackson tugged at my hands to get my attention, and he pressed his body against mine. I was burning up; this man was an inferno. I felt the fire of his breath as he moved his lips closer to my ear.

“Kneel down,” he whispered.

I nodded and agreed to anything — everything.

I was wearing nothing but my white stilettos. My knees dropped onto the carpet, and I used my forearms against the foot of the bed to balance myself. Having my hands bound deprived me of the sense of touch, and I desperately wanted to use my hands all over Jackson’s muscular body.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

I obeyed.

He watched me intently as I spread my lips slightly, then he stepped closer to me. I was ready to welcome his hard cock back into my mouth. He angled his dickhead towards my gaping lips, slowly feeding himself to me. I enjoyed folding my lips over his cock head and sucking, my teeth just barely grazing him. I could taste his salty precum as my tongue swirled.