A Taste of the Unknown [D/S] [Spanking] [First BDSM Experience]

Her lips parted at his touch and heat washed over her body. Her breath hitched as he rolled his thumb carefully over her tongue.

She had to remind herself over and again.

His command.

Be still. Be very still.

Who knew how painful such a simple order could be.

Vell stood carefully next to the bed, her skin exposed to the chilly autumn air. The man had left the window open and the breeze tickled goosebumps onto her skin. And yet his caress had flooded her body with a warmth she couldn’t describe.

The man himself stood before her, roving eyes studying her naked form. The act was enough to harden her nipples and send a tingle between her legs. She’d never experienced this before. This obvious scrutiny. Before now, one-night stands and feisty flings had been pure vanilla. Roving hands interested in removing clothes and sinking into bedsheets as quickly as they could muster.

But now?

Now, Vell remained in place while her date regarded the curve of her back. The slope of her calves. His fingers found their way around her waist, slipping down and around her thighs. She ached at the touch. Begged him in her mind to slide them up and in. But no. Instead, his rough caress made its way to her breasts. He cupped one carefully. She held back a groan.

“You’re being very good for me.”

Vell tensed.

Good? She was being a saint.

It was taking every ounce of her power not to lunge at him and press her lips against his, to rip at his clothes and lure him onto the bed. She wanted him. Wanted to use him. To feel his weight thrust against her over and again. She wanted to taste his sweat on her tongue and lose herself in ecstasy.

Instead, his command held her in place.

Damn the man and damn her curiosity.

What had started as polite dinner date conversation shifted into darker waters about control. The man had smiled genuinely when she’d proudly stated that she usually took initiative in foreplay and sex. And then he’d offered a night of his own. A chance to taste what it meant to be his.

Now she stood in his bedroom at his command.

Her body presented and wanting.

The man loosened the tie around his neck and gave her that same endearing smile he had at the dinner table. But something else lingered in his eyes. Something almost primal. He stepped away, briefly, and returned with a small crimson scarf.

“Hands.” He ordered.

Vell stared a moment. Then, slowly, she lifted them in front of her. He carefully brought them together and she watched as he wrapped the scarf around her wrists. His fingers gingerly slid across her palms, tickling them. When he was done, she looked down at his work.

“Red suits you.” He praised.

Vell flushed. She’d been praised before. And yet, after his scrutiny, she felt it more deeply than many compliments she’d received.

“Now that we have you in your proper place, I want you to turn to the bed and lean over it for further inspection.”

“What are you-” Vell began.

His hand rose and his fingertip tapped against her lips.

“Remember our deal. Tonight, you obey.”

Vell’s eyes darkened. Her brow furrowed. But as she opened her mouth to speak, she stopped. The fire in her chest softened and she let out a heavy breath.

He wasn’t wrong. She’d agreed to this.

She stared into his eyes a moment, and then carefully turned.

It was then that she felt his hand on the nape of her neck. Felt it slide carefully up before it gripped firmly onto the back of her neck. And then it pushed her down. She flopped onto the soft surface of the mattress, felt her breasts rub against the blankets.

“Good girl.” He breathed against her ear. “Let’s see how wet you are.”

Her breath hitched and followed with a moan as his fingers rubbed against her folds. He slowly teased against her clitoris. There was no doubt about it. She was wet. Ready. And he hummed his warm approval and slid a finger in. Vell wrigged and groaned.

“Do you like that?” His face hovered near her own. “Do you enjoy the feeling?”

She felt him slip out and return with a second finger. Rubbing in and out over again. Vell tightened against him, allowed herself to relish the careful rhythm he’d fell into.

And then, quite abruptly, he stopped.

Vell blinked. Waiting for more.

And still he did nothing.

She squirmed. And when she did, he withdrew his fingers completely.

“What-” She began.

And a sharp slap rushed across her right ass cheek. She yelped, processing what just transpired.

Had he just-

Had he spanked her ass?

“Good girls listen and obey.”

His voice rang out overhead.

Her cheeks flushed. She growled.

And then paused.

She… Did she want more? More of his words, more of his attention. Laying face down on the bed, her bare ass and pussy completely exposed.

“Are you a good girl?”

The words hung in the air. She could feel their weight.

“Yes.” She replied.

“Sir.”

“What?”

“You will call me Sir.” His hand reached down to grip her still raw ass cheek. She shuddered and nodded.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl”

Warmth flooded her body and she felt herself grow even wetter. His praise meant everything. And she nestled down against the blankets so he couldn’t see the flush in her face.

“Now that I know you’re going to be my good girl, I’m going to take what I want from you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached underneath her and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. His fingers roved across her lower back. And then she heard his zipper open. God, she was almost shaking. Her hands clenched into themselves.

He pushed her legs further apart, and his thick cock pressed against her. Vell bit her lip and tried to remain still. She had to obey. She needed to obey. And his rule was to remain still.

“Now, it’s time to mark you.”

Before she could understand what he meant, she felt his cock thrust inside her. She gasped and turned her head to the side and then the other. He withdrew and then thrust again. A long groan escaped her lips as he thrust again. Deeper this time. She twisted against the crimson scarf and bit against the blankets beneath her.

It was all she could do. A helpless mess pressed up against the bed.

But the man would not stop there. His heady thrusts became a rhythm and her body welcomed every push, every eager drive deep inside her wet pussy. She could feel the tension building in her body, the raw desire for release inching closer and closer still.

“For your first time, I will let you cum for me.”

His thrusts grew stronger. Slapping against her willing body. She whimpered and shook, writhed against the pretty little scarf that held her hands hostage. And when he leaned down and bit against her neck she cried out and felt waves of her orgasm wash over her. It had never been this intense. Never this long. He’d given her two more thrusts before she felt him tense. And as he pulled out, a dribble of cum pooled out from within her.

She laid there, dazed and euphoric.

And then she felt him turn her over.

“And now, let’s add the blindfold.” He smiled, bringing his tie to her eyes.