Sexy SEALs by Sarwah Creed
15
The note made me realize it was exactly what I wanted to do; without hesitation, I stood up and headed to the bathroom. I would get showered and changed, then ready for action. No more did I feel like sleeping, but the complete opposite.
I’d showered, brushed my teeth, put on my favorite sexy black dress and I was ready for whatever David had in the mind. I walked down the hall, to his room which was a few doors down and my hands shook. It was crazy, it was getting to three, and no doubt most of the guests would go out for some fresh air after lunch, but that didn’t stop me worrying about bumping into one of them.
I had no panties on.
No bra.
I felt naked, even with the thin strapped, black dress on my body. I had heels on, but no make-up. I should have made more of an effect, but I didn’t see the point of putting make up on, he wasn’t inviting me to go out for dinner. He had something much more dirty in mind. I smiled, as I knocked on the door. My hands shaking, my pussy getting moist with the anticipation.
“Come in!” He growled.
I took a deep breath, and opened the door. It was pitch black, I couldn’t see anything in the room, but then as I moved forward, the only light that bounced into it, was from the hall.
“Close it.”
I held on to the handle and then did as he said, as I moved to the side. As the room turned to pitch darkness, but then suddenly there was light, as I turned around in the room.
“What?” I whispered, seeing him sat in the room’s corner, with only the side light on. There were two beds in this room. I know. I knew all the rooms, but I could only see one. Part of me wondered what happened to the other bed, but I knew that he never asked me here for conversation, so there was no point asking him. He asked me here to fuck him.
It sounded cold, and stiff, but this was the part that made me come here.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Sit!”
I moved and did as he commanded and waited for him to speak, the light let me know that the bed, the part where the light shone was for me to sit down.
“How do I act?”
“You act as if you find nothing that gives you more joy than displaying herself for her Master and you find fulfillment in nothing at all but worshipping his cock.”
I was about to laugh, the old me that seemed to have been left outside of this room, didn’t even choke, I was too scared to make a sound. Worried that he would call it all off.
“Take your dress off.”
I hesitated doing so, I took a deep breath as I stripped. I struggled to do this in front of Lucy, but this was different, it wasn’t two girls in a room getting ready to go to class, or even out for the night. No, this was me getting ready to have sex. I’d heard about domination, and knew it existed, but never classed myself as one girl that would be involved in it.
He walked up to me, and it was then that I saw.
He was naked.
Stark naked.
I sat on the bed, naked too, wondering how this was all going to work.
“Your instructions are to keep me happy and stiff. Take your dress off.”
I was getting ready to have sex, again something that I did last week, and the guy hadn’t even seen me since. Sure, I’d seen Chaz in the B&B, but then to be fair, I’d been working so much that when I saw him, I never had the time to talk.
He sat down on the bed, and commanded, “Sit.”
I sat on the bed, naked too, wondering how this was all going to work.
“If we go too far, if the pain doesn’t turn to pleasure, then you tell me a safe word, a word that I can recognize and we stop.”
“Stop?”
“Yes, not for the day, but whatever we’re doing, while we are here, you address me as Sir, and I will call you. Kinky.”
Kinky? I smirked to myself, my head down, making sure that he couldn’t see the smile that was on my face. His hand, traced the side of my face, and I looked up. I saw that my head wasn’t the only thing that had risen to the occasion. His enormous cock had done so too.
“What is the safe word?”
I smiled, too scared to laugh in case he called the whole thing off.
“Cinderella.”
It felt appropriate, seeing as I felt like a Princess one minute, and then the next a cleaner and a maid.
“Grab my cock, and suck me!”
I hesitated, thinking that the tables had turned so quickly. The light, was at our feet. I couldn’t figure out his expression, but his voice said it all. He wanted me in between his legs and sucking him.
“Yes, sir.”
I reached for it and gave him wet, sloppy head, as if it was some sketchy porn shoot. I’d watched them a couple of times, to know how they should be done, but this was my first time. I put myself into the role, just like they’d done in the movies. His cock, was moist, and I choked and gagged as the back of my throat hit against the tip of his cock, in between moaning as if I had nothing in my mouth.
This is when I realized my role and his, as he made animal noises and held on to the back of my head. The pleasure was something always in his possession, for him to give and keep as he pleased. He grabbed a handful of hair and lifted me up. I was disappointed at him, for making me stop. At him not wanting to cum in my mouth. I released him, and his cock hoovered in my face, before sliding down my chest.
“I hope you’re ready,” he said, as he stroked the other side of my face.
I didn’t answer. My mouth felt empty, wishing that once again, his cock which was gently touching my chest.
His other hand moved down and his fingers into my pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet right now. I can tell that you enjoyed that. Was it your first time?”
“Yes, sir.”
He moved away as if he was looking for something, I could have cum just by his one touch in my pussy, but I didn’t. I was loving the experience, I had no sense of time. No sense of what would happen next. Everything was under his control and all I had to do was relish in it.
He was back in front of me, and then as he spoke, I opened my eyes.
“Tie your hands together and put yourself right back here against the bed.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said once I took the ribbon, I couldn’t make out what color it was, but then part of me didn’t care. It was silk, as I slipped my wrists through the lose tie that had already been made and I used my teeth to tighten it.
Then, I knelt down against the bed. Ready for his next movement. My knees were on the carpet, which soothed them, and once I was in a comfortable position. I called for him.
“Ready, Sir.”
His hands moved up, and it was then that I realized he had something in his hand, as he lifted my head up, he was going to blindfold me.
I wanted him to take charge, to take control of the situation. I imagined his eyes fixed on me, wanting me and longing for me. I’d never had that effect on a man, until now. I was ready to give myself up to him, but then I did he moment that I walked through the door. As he finished, and said, “Good girl.” He was pleased with how I was behaving.
I was shaking on the inside, and I worried he could feel my nerves. As he moved away from me, it was then that I could feel something cold running up the inside of both my thighs.
I couldn’t see a thing. He really had thought of everything. Not a hole or a gap, that would be dreaming. He had it on so secure and it was tight. I couldn’t see a thing.
I didn’t know what was going to happen. I should have been scared, I should have tried to escape, but I opened my legs wider. I wanted to feel the chill as it was going up and down my thighs.
It felt so good…
He made light circles with his fingers around my butt. I could feel the hairs on my body standing up. His touches were so light as if he was barely touching me. Then he pinched it ever so gently with the other hand, all in slow motion. Stroking, then pinching. I moved up and down to his reaction and circled my ass. He then began whacking his dick on my ass. I wanted to reach out and push it in, but I couldn’t. My head was face down on the pillow. I couldn’t even get on all fours properly. My hands were still tied behind my back. I whimpered as his touched became harder and quicker.
I could hear him breathing heavily, as he was probably watching my body respond to his touch. I opened my legs even wider so that he could roll what I could only imagine being ice in longer strokes on the inside of my legs.
It was making me wet in more ways than one. My juices were overflowing as I arched my back and sunk my chest into the bed.
“You like that…” he growled, as soft purrs escaped my lips.
David rolled the ice. He moved near my pussy, but then, as he got close, he moved the ice away.
Hmmm, this is nice. I licked my lips, amazed that he avoided that area but still turning me on. He stopped for what felt like an age, but was probably just a few seconds. He picked up something different to use on me. It wasn’t ice; it felt like a dildo, but it was cold.
Holy crap, it was so fucking cold.
I shook my head and shivered. He hummed quietly, which showed that he was enjoying himself. He liked how I was reacting to it. I was getting soaked.
“Don’t come!” he commanded near my face, as his hands went up and down my thighs.
“I only want to hear you moan.”
“Yes, sir!”
I replied, in between my moans.
Then without warning, I could feel what I assumed was a dildo, being pushed inside of me.
“Arrh!”
I had to reassure myself that it was a sex game, some mysterious way to gain my confidence and my trust in him. I’d never had to do that before with a man, normally it was automatic.
“Anytime you want me to stop, don’t forget the safe word,” he said without touching me. I was trying to figure out where he was. Was he bending or was he standing? I wasn’t sure.
Why was he doing this?
“Do you understand? If you want me to stop, remember your safe word,” he said abruptly, commanding me to do as he said. What choice did I have? I was at his mercy, so I said, the words that he wanted to hear.
“Yes, sir.”
I felt like I was on a wet roller coaster, with thoughts rolling around inside my head. I felt something cold between my legs, so I widened them. I was relishing it, I wanted him to know that in my body language. I started circling my hips so he could tell that I was enjoying it.
One of his hands was making its way down my neck, towards my breasts. He was kneeling behind me with his hand over my front. He gently slipped his hand, finding my nipple. My breasts didn’t make this a simple task, but their nipples were hard and erect, ready for him to fondle with his fingers.
I moaned. One hand made its way down to my private parts, and the other remained on my nipple. I didn’t want him to stop. I moved my head to the side and then he whispered in my ear, “Good girl. This is only the beginning.”
God, yes! Please let there be more.
I nodded slowly to show that I wanted more. I swayed my head more and more to the right so that he could continue to play with my breasts. And then, as if my reading my mind, he stopped. I felt like a jilted bride waiting at the altar, wondering what to do with her life from here.
Why did he stop?
“I want to taste you, you are so wet. You smell so good.”
He spun me around as if I was weightless, effortless as he didn’t make a sound, and laid me on the bed. No man had ever licked me down there. He was using his tongue to rotate my clit, slowly dipping in and out. I cried out even more and jerked my body, but I moved and nearly fell off the bed. After all, it was only a single bed, only made for one, not for two.
I could feel the electricity through my body, enticing and pushing me towards climax. At that point I understood what women meant when they talked about multiple orgasms. My mind shifted, my world turned upside down. I straightened my legs wide in the air so that he could continue. I was ready to climax, ready to come. I was uncomfortable, my arms were stuck underneath me, and I tried to wriggle to make them comfortable. He put a pillow in the small of my back.
He really had come prepared. Then again, I doubted this was the first time he had done this. I wrapped my legs around his head and I moved up and down. I was absolutely loving it. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to encourage him by pushing my fingers down on his head so that he could continue and would never stop. I hated the way he kept leaving me hanging; I wanted to do this, and I was prepared to do it by force.
I screamed as loud as I could. I neared that time, about to climax. Again, he moved away. I felt like a child and whimpered at the idea that he had left me and wasn’t helping me reach the end of my journey. I needed to climax,I needed relief. I wriggled even more so he would continue.
“I’m not ready for you to come yet. When I’m ready for you to come, you will.”
I nodded, unable to offer him another response.
I felt confused. Was the purpose of the whole exercise not to satisfy me? Or was it just about pleasing him? And he was punishing me in some sort of way. He could see exactly what was happening. He knew what was going to happen next. Suddenly, I felt vulnerable again.
“I didn’t ask if you were on the pill. This is the start of a beautiful relationship. You behaved like a good girl today.”
I opened my eyes, and the light that wasn’t in the room, now filled it. I knew that my time had ended as he untied me and removed the blindfold.
“I’m going to the bathroom. As soon as the door closes, you can get ready to leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ve been a good girl today. I’ll call you soon.”
And on that note, I tried to get up, but I was so weak. He’d made me come a lot more than once. Not that I let him know, and now he was leaving me. He probably didn’t fuck me, as he so politely put it, because he didn’t have a condom or something.
As the door shut.
I realized I couldn’t ask him, because if I did, then he wouldn’t invite me back here again, and I wanted to know what was in store next. He’d given me pleasure and pain, something that I’d never experienced before, but I knew one thing for sure. I wanted more.