Teaching His Virgin

As he lays me back on it and goes to other parts of the room in search of something, I say, “I’m going to work at your shop in between my classes, since I have a lot of free time.”

“Fine by me.”

Kace returns with various scraps of leather and uses them to tie me up on the table. He leaves my legs free so I can spread them but goes ahead and binds my wrists together above my head. Only when I’m like that, does he pull me to the edge of the table, lift my legs, and give my ass a few spanks.

“You start in my shop tomorrow. Bright and early, since I plan to keep you here for the night.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” I say, and start kissing him again as he comes in close.

His cock rubs the length of my pussy and hips before finding its way inside. He fills me fast, but I’m not afraid. I’m not uncomfortable. I squeal happily at his length and girth filling me. I beg him for more, for his whole being.

“I know it’s weird, but I’m falling in love with you.”

As I say this, it’s broken up by his movements inside me. I can barely breathe as I feel him gliding in and out of me like a wave. His strong arms push me into the table, claiming me further.

“It’s not weird. I’m falling in love with you too, Britney.”

Kace rocks forward, increasing his speed inside me. I feel my body quiver and warm with his closeness.

“I don’t just ask any woman to come to work in my shop or help me with my designs. I would only ask that of someone I love and someone I trust.”

I gasp, feeling his fingers on my clit and another of his hands around my hips, pulling me onto him. The faster he moves, the stronger my feelings for him are. Tears begin to wander out of my eyes, sparkling like the sequins on some of his pieces. Kace wipes them away. He kisses my lips.

“You can always trust me to tell you the truth,” I whisper. “I will tell you what you need to hear to make your designs truer to your visions, not to what anyone else thinks.”

“I care about what you think,” he says, thrusting deep and fast. “You’re not just anyone.”

I let go, letting my orgasm roll though me and make me light-headed. My pussy clenches onto Kace.

He stiffens, grunting, “You’re a fashion designer, Mrs. Britney Ainsworth.”

We cum together, collapsing onto each other in a mess of bliss and love.

I know his words to me are a proposal. One that I will gladly accept. I’ve finally found my place and the one I belong with. Together we are going to make the world more beautiful.

THE END