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I lead Anastasia into my rather large bathroom for just one person. Usually, I only allow my subs in here as a special reward. Turning the water on, I make the decision to use mostly hot water. I want to watch her submerged skin grow vibrant pink. I find the bath oil in the side cabinet and pour a liberal amount into the tub. Anastasia is watching me. Still looking like an innocent, even though I know I have taken it.
She is not going to read your mind, Grey. Tell her what you want.
I remove my shirt, dropping it onto the floor. I ask for her hand and can see the hesitation in her eyes. Oh, baby, this is pleasure. No pain, yet.
I direct her to get in, keeping a hold of her hand so she doesn't slip with the oil. Now, for that shirt.
"Turn around, face me." As she turns, she has her teeth clamped onto her lower lip.
There is something about that act that makes her look so innocent, but at the same time gives off this sexual desire.
"I know that lip is delicious, I can attest to that, but will you stop biting it? Your chewing it makes me want to fuck you, and you're sore, okay?" That got her attention. Good job, Grey. Or, you could've just fucked her.
She shakes her head in an exaggerated yes and immediately releases her lip. "Yeah, get the picture?" I retort. I can't help but see her pigtails bob up and down. First the lip and now her hair, I can't take much more of this teasing.
"Good," I say. I take the iPod out of the shirt pocket and set it aside.
When I remove my shirt, in none of the ways I had pictured, I take a moment to take in her allurement. I let my eyes start on her face and slowly roll down her body. Stopping at her breasts and mound to memorize her shape. When I start to go back up, I notice that the pinkness of her flush has gone down to the tops of her breast. She is standing as though she is embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Hey. Anastasia, you're a very beautiful woman, the whole package. Don't hang your head like you're ashamed. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and it's a real joy to stand here and gaze at you."
I knew taking someone who was so inexperienced would have its challenges. But, I never thought that a creature this magnificent would be ashamed. Ana, if you only knew.
I take her face in my hand, forcing her to look into my eyes. And, then I feel it. It feels like something small, like the size of a grain of sand, deep inside me. Not in my stomach, but my chest. It feels like ecstasy. What is it? Stop, Grey. That ecstasy is not for you. You don't deserve it. Let it sink back into the dark abyss that is your soul.
"You can sit down now," I say. I try to be commanding, but I can't find my voice. I am still stuck on this tiny feeling inside of me. As I look down at her, I try to figure out where it came from, and what it is exactly.
"Why don't you join me?" And I am brought back to the present. Good job, Grey. You must look like a total psycho standing over her, staring while she's in your bath.
"I think I will. Move forward." I want the position behind her again. I don't want to give her access to my chest. She needs to understand that this is not up for negotiation.
I remove my pants and climb in. I pull back against my chest, wrapping my legs over hers, spreading them wider. This feels so good. Is it the bath? I haven't taken one since, well, since Leila. I don't think it felt this good to just sit with Leila though. Other things you two did in here felt this good though. Is it Anastasia that makes this feel this exceptional?
"You smell so good, Anastasia." I let her name tumble from my tongue.
I begin to wash her, my hands starting at her neck. I work my way down to her trap muscles, kneading the flesh. Elana made sure you could work out any muscle spasms you cause. The amount of time spent rubbing her skin was well rewarded when the pain was over.
I remember the first time Elana let me dominate her. I mean, really dominate. There was no breaking of character to correct my actions, there was no disobedience.
I tied her elbows with a cord behind her back. I had to make sure it was tight enough that she couldn't escape like she had done before. Then I wrapped a bondage belt around her waist. I cuffed her hands to her sides, forcing her shoulders back and her back to arch. Then came the harness that held the vibrator to the nerve bundle between her legs. She was in a standing position in the center of the room, blindfolded.
I had control of the vibrator, but she couldn't see where I was. The first time that I turn it on, it seems like an hour before she was close to orgasm. She has used the tease and denial technique on me many times over the years, which I get to repay.
Over the course of several hours, I brought her to the brink of climax, only to take it away. In between each session with the vibrator, I caressed her skin. Sometimes I played with her nipples, licking them, making them hard. Others, I slide my finger inside her, just so I could taste her serum. Her pleading keeps me going. I did not originally plan to make her go this far, but hearing her cries, begging me for her release only made me want to punish her more.
The resulting screams told me I'd done a great job. It was not until I begun untying all of her restraints, that I realized she was hurt. When I had tied the cord behind her back, I had pulled it too tight and caused her shoulder muscles to seizure.
As she lay on her bed, I sat next to her. I massaged her neck, back and shoulders until I couldn't lift my arms. She told me that this was my punishment for not knowing how to restrain her with out hurting her. She had instructed me how to move my hands so I didn't tire myself out, but it is futile. When she finally allowed me to stop, it is almost dark outside, and I couldn't explain yard work in the dark to my parents.
She turned on her side, facing me. As she caressed my face, she asks, "Did you like feeling me from inside my backside?"
I knew she was back in control and immediately moved my hands to my knees. "Yes, Ma'am." I answered.
"You did very well fixing your mistake, I think you deserve a reward."
I watched her as she walked to the foot of her bed and moved the covers off.
"Come stand behind me."
As I stood, I feeling myself get hard. I knew I could stay hard for hours without releasing, but the feeling of an erection growing still causes fear.
"Stand directly behind me, touching my skin."
I took a step forward, so that she could feel my length along her skin.
"Do you remember the path you took with your thumb?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Take that same path with your penis."
I paused for a second. Was she serious? She had never let me inside of her like this. Even earlier, it was the first time any part of me had breeched her anus. We'd played with toys and various instruments, but never skin on skin in this.
I took a deep breath and gathered my wits. I moved my hips back to get an angle where I could reach her essence, and slowly slid in and out. I was careful to make sure that I was wet enough to slide in her buttocks.
Then I glided the tip up to her opening. I start slow, pushing and letting up so she could adjust. It was agonizing to not push all the way in. Elana was so tight, I wondered if she had ever done this before.
Once I was all of the way in, she said, "You can take over now."
Elana released me to take what I needed, what I wanted. I rocked back on my heels, pulling out, and then using the momentum, I slammed back into her. She let out a cry. I am not sure if it was from pain or pleasure, but I was so lost in my own satisfaction that it didn't matter. I kept my pace, rocking back then slamming into her. Because she has allowed me control, I pushed myself to let go.
It didn't take me long, because of the extensive day and the excitement of the act. I came with a grunt, pushing into her a final few times to ride out my orgasm.
Yes, that day I learned how to make a woman's body betray her though massage. It was a nice day.
When I hear Anastasia moan, I know she is relaxing into me.
"You like that?"
"Hmm."
I continue washing her body, my hands gliding over her skin. As I reach her breasts, I pull and roll her nipples. Anastasia arches her back, pushing her chest into my hands. My body reacts the same way as her nipples, growing hard. As I continue my manipulations down her torso, her hands begin to tighten on my thighs.
Before I reach her core, I grab a washcloth and bring it to lather. I begin on the inside of one leg and slowly massage her thigh with the cloth as move inward. When I get to her center, I make delicate circles over her clit. As she starts moving her hips in rhythm with my finger, I press harder. Her fingers start to dig into my legs. I feel her legs begin pulsing. Before she falls over the edge of her climax, I stop.
"I think you're clean enough now," I whisper. That's fucked up, Grey. You could wait a week before you started the tease and denial training.
"Why are you stopping?" she asks.
"Because I have other plans for you, Anastasia." I decide that I want to show her how to pleasure me. That's what I want her to do, isn't it? Want to please me? You are going all out today aren't you? Do you plan on holding anything back, Grey?
"Turn around, I need washing, too." As she turns around, I place my hand on myself, intent on showing her how to masturbate me. I can see the bewilderment in her face as she sees that I am still expanding.
"I want you to become very acquainted, on first name terms if you will, with my favorite and most cherished part of my body. I'm very attached to this." Could you be any more self-loving?
The look on her face. How she eyes me. She is overwhelmed, I think. Then, her expression changes. It's like she has entered some sort of unknown, unspoken contest. The thought of me being her first, in almost all aspects, gives me an evil grin
As she prepares to wash me, I see a glint of the evil smile I had in her eye. She begins making her breathing labored, slightly opening her mouth. She holds my gaze as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, causing it to swell from the pressure. When she releases it, she floats her tongue across the indentations she left.
Whatever plans you had, Grey, forget them. She knows how to work you already.
When she positions her hand over mine, grasping me, I am taken back. Her touch feels… When she squeezes, I place my hand on top of hers. Time for yet another lesson, Miss Steele.
"Like this," I say, as I begin to move both hers and my hand up and down the shaft.
God, this feels so good. The water is so hot, surrounding me. Having her naked body in front of me. Her hand making slow, deliberate strokes. The pressure of her fingers as they grip me. I could fuck her right here in the bath. Make her body convulse.
"That's right, baby." Please don't stop, ever.
As I release her hand and let her continue on her own, I let my eyes roll back into my head. I loose myself in her strokes, allowing my body to react to her movements. As I begin tilting my hips to meet her hand, she tightens her grasp, making me moan.
My eyes fly open as she sinks her mouth over me. Talk about skipping ahead. She uses her tongue to tease my tip, circling it, and then buries me in her mouth.
"Christ!" How does she know this? She continues to pull up, teasing me with her tongue. Then pushing back down, she fills her mouth.
When I open my eyes, the sight of her driving herself down onto me is exquisite. I reach up and use her hair to guide her. You wanted to fuck her mouth, Grey. Here's your chance. As she continues, I tighten my hold on her hair, moving my hips against her. With every pass, I seem to go deeper into you mouth.
"Jesus. How far can you go?" When I ask, I am immediately grateful I did. She pushes down until I can feel the tip hit flesh. Oh, fuck this is too much. She continues, and I become more distraught. How is it that she is this good? How does she know to do these things?
I give her warning that I am going to let go and giving her the opportunity to stop. When she doesn't, I give in to my orgasm and let it begin approaching the edge. I tighten my grip in her hair, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. On the last stroke before I come, she rakes her teeth across my sensitive skin. Oh, fuck me! I explode into her mouth, making sounds no civilized person should make.
As I come back to earth, I try to put myself back together. When I open my eyes, I am engulfed with the desire I still have inside of me.
"Don't you have a gag reflex? Christ, Ana… that was… good, really good. Unexpected, though. You never cease to amaze me." Maybe someone else taught her that.
My face changes to one of curiosity, "Have you done that before?"
"No." As she answers, her face is glowing with satisfaction.
"Good." Thank God! I don't know what I would've done if I'd know someone else was there before me. You've had others before, Grey. In this very place, doing this very thing. So what if she did.
As I get out of the bath, I wrap a towel around my waist. When Ana steps out, I engulf her in a large towel, trapping her arms to her body. As she looks up at me, I bend down to kiss her. It starts slow, but turns into need, into passion. I grasp her head so that she cannot escape, taking what I want. As I kiss her, I feel the ecstasy inside me growing. It is still to small to be real. Still too small to overpower my darkness.
"Say yes," I beg. I need her. I've never felt anything like this. I'm scared that if she leaves, I'll never know what this is inside of me.
"To what?" She looks lost, confused. How does she not know?
"To our arrangement. To being mine. Please, Ana." I need this. I need you.
What's silver… and long… and comes next?
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