10 Nights (9 page)

"Sir,
please," she pleaded, closing her eyes as fresh tears rose up to run down
the sides of her face toward the sheet beneath her. The pain was not as
horrible as before but the invader between her thighs was still uncomfortable.

"Give it a few
minutes." He was careful not to chuckle again, realizing that it wasn't
making her feel any better. Slowly, he slid almost all the way out of her,
relishing the exquisite tightness of her, which felt almost like a vice around
his cock, and then just as slowly he pushed himself back into her.

Though she still felt
stretched and uncomfortable, the pain subsided gradually. Each long slow thrust
of his cock pushed the pain further from her mind as something strange
happened, her body began to respond to his motion.

Without realizing she
was doing it her legs reached up to wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper
into her with each thrust. "Now we are making love, sweetheart," he
told her, increasing his rhythm, doing so gradually to avoid causing her
anymore pain.

Her velvety folds
clenched at him in the most indescribable way; he had slept with many women
over the years, but never before having had a virgin he had not experienced
anything like he was then. It took all his self-control to maintain his steady
pace, when all he wanted to do was to ride her hard and fast as he was
accustomed to doing.

"Sir?" Her
heart raced as she felt the spiral build inside, rising to a crescendo that
threatened to wash over her like a wave crashing onto a beach. She tensed, the
intensity of the sensation scaring her.

"Cum for me, sweet
girl, I want to feel you flood my cock with your passion." Thrusting
faster, his hands gripped her ass as he drove himself deep into her.

A few moments later her
body exploded into a thousand fragments of overwhelming pleasure; her legs
tightened around his waist while her hands strained against her bonds. This was
what the big deal was, she thought, before his savage thrusts, rapidly
increasing in speed as he approached his own fulfillment, took her breath away.

Leah smiled as his
weight rested on her for a moment, surprised, but also pleased, by the
incredible ending to the experience. Her smile changed to a wince when he slid
from her and lifted himself off her body.

Moving up her body to
untie the scarf his now limp cock rubbed against her stomach, leaving a sticky
trail, though she barely noticed it. She was intent on recovering from the
exertion and the only thing that distracted her was Rhett rubbing her wrists,
relieving the slight chafing brought on by the scarf that had secured her.

"You okay?"
he asked, settling onto the bed at her side and pulling her into his arms.

She rested her face
against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin against hers, sure that she was
just as hot. She nodded briefly before speaking softly. "I think I'm more
than okay, Sir." She laughed into his chest.

"What's so
funny?" he asked, reaching down to lift her chin so he could meet her
eyes.

"I don't know,
Sir, it's just, I kind of enjoyed that at the end." She flushed as she
admitted it.

"Only kind
of?" He gave her a mock look of disappointment.

"No, I mean, I
really liked it, Sir," she said hurriedly, thinking he was seriously upset
with her.

He chuckled and pulled
her tight against him. "I know the beginning wasn't much fun, but I think
the grand finale was pretty impressive." He winked at her, knowing she had
a lot to learn about his sense of humor.

"Was, was it good
for you, Sir?"

Shaking his head he
chuckled again. "It was incredible for me." He forced himself to give
her a stern look, even though he was still in a lighthearted mood. "We
will have to talk about you saying things such as you don't like me though."
He was trying very hard not to laugh at her stricken expression.

 "I'm s-sorry
about that, Sir." She guessed it wasn't right for a submissive to say
something like that, but it HAD hurt, she thought defensively.

"I think just this
once I will let it slide, without taking it out on the delectable ass of
yours." He winked again to let her know he wasn't really angry.

"Th-thank you,
Sir?" She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say to that, but the
thought of him spanking her wasn't all that terrifying.

"You are something
else, sweet girl." Shaking his head he got off the bed and held his hand
out to her.

Taking his hand Leah
joined him; there was a dull ache between her thighs, but compared with the
pain of his first penetration it was nothing and she pushed it from her mind.
She was more concerned with the small bloodstain on the sheets, which made her
flush with embarrassment. "Sorry about your bed, Sir."

"Don't concern
yourself with it, honey. It is only natural, and they’re just sheets, they can
be changed," Rhett told her reassuringly. "We're going to take a
shower now, and then I'm going to be nice and let you sleep. Just don't get
used to it." He wanted her to recover before he took her for a second time,
but his cock wasn't quite on the same page as his brain, and it rose to
attention again. She did something to his libido that no woman had ever done
before.

Playfully he slapped
her ass before guiding her ahead of him out of the bedroom and into the
bathroom.

It felt strange to be
walking around without clothes on and she had to work hard not to cover
herself. She didn't think he'd like it if she did, and at twenty-four she felt
she was a little old to be such a prude. She watched his body move as he turned
on the shower, admiring the beautiful view.

She felt the wetness between
her thighs increase and was shocked to find herself wanting him again so soon.

He turned back to her,
a little surprised by the look of longing in her eyes. "Sweetheart, you've
got to stop looking at me like that, your body needs a little time, and I am
not used to denying my needs." He held back the shower curtain and
motioned for her to step in. Control was something he prided himself on having,
but it was going to take all that he had not to take her again before she was
ready.

Stepping into the shower
he grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and lathered his hands. Gently, he washed
her shoulders and arms, and then, knowing he was tormenting himself, he lifted
her breasts and washed them slowly. Forcing his hands to move away he washed
her stomach and hips. "Turn around," he demanded gruffly, needing to
remove the temptation from his view, at least for a moment.

His strange tone made
her turn around quickly and she felt his large hands on her back. The touch of
his hands as he moved them down to her ass and began massaging turned her on
again and she moaned softly.

"Sweetheart, you
make it hard as hell to resist taking you again, right here and now." He
turned her to face him, his hand trailing across her hip and down, through the
downy curls, to her velvet tunnel.

He slid a finger into
her and she tensed, letting out an involuntary moan of pain. "Sir!"

"That's why I
can't take you again right now," he told her, easing his finger from her
clenching folds. Turning from her he quickly washed himself. "Finish your
shower, sweetheart, and meet me back in the bedroom." He leaned down and
placed a quick kiss on her lips before stepping from the cubicle. He grabbed a
towel from the rail and strode from the room, feeling the need to put some
space between the two of them, at least for a few moments, so he could get
himself under control.

Leah was hurt by his
sudden departure, having no idea what she'd done wrong. She quickly cleaned
herself off, taking care as she washed between her thighs to avoid aggravating
the soreness she felt there. That done she stood under the warm spray for a few
minutes, letting the heat wash over her body.

When she was finished
she stepped from the shower, a little apprehensive, worried that he was going
to send her home. The thought of being dismissed made her eyes fill with tears
and she brushed them away, chiding herself for being so silly.

A large soft white
towel hung on a rail and she used it to dry herself off, berating herself
mentally as she did so. He wasn't her boyfriend, she told herself, but that
didn't make her feel any better about his suddenly leaving her alone. Wrapping
the towel around her body once she was dry she secured it over her breasts, and
taking a deep breath she made her way back into the bedroom.

He was resting on the
bed, nothing but a towel draped over him, and her heart lurched. She moved over
to her discarded clothes and picked them up, feeling more than a little
emotional.

"What are you
doing, sweetheart?" He felt a strange lurch in his chest at the thought of
her dressing to leave.

"I, well, I
thought you'd want me to leave now, Sir." She couldn't look at him, not
wanting him to see the way her eyes filled with tears; she hated herself for
not being able to control her emotions.

"Come here,"
he instructed; when she didn't immediately do so he raised his voice,
"now!"

Her eyes lifted to his
and she quickly crossed to the bed. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, where
they'd fallen without her permission.

Things were going to
get complicated; he thought as he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed
with him. The tears were still falling, despite her efforts to stop them, and
he reached up to brush them away. "I didn't ask you to leave, now you
climb that cute little ass over to the other side and get some sleep.

"That's an
order."

Leah wasn't about to
argue, he wasn't sending her home and that made her happy. She climbed over to
the other side of the bed and slid under the covers. Taking off the towel he
dropped it to the floor. She was shocked when he pulled her over to lay her
head on his chest.

"Sleep," he
commanded. "Whatever am I going to do with you, sweetheart?" he
whispered softly as he caressed her hair.

She had no idea how she
could possibly fall asleep after all the excitement of the night, nonetheless
she closed her eyes and soon enough her breathing leveled off.

He held her as she
slept, feeling a strange protectiveness toward her. Things could definitely get
complicated, he thought, relishing the knowledge that everything she discovered
in the next week and a half would all be learned at his hands.

In the end it took more
than an hour for his mind to settle down enough for him to join her in slumber.

The next morning Rhett
woke Leah, having just been woken himself by his alarm. He smiled as she
sleepily turned to him and he couldn't stop caressing her lips with a gentle
kiss. "Baby, I have to go to work soon, you can stay here if you wish, or
I can have my chauffeur drive you home."

Leah was half asleep as
she sat up in bed but woke completely when she realized she was still naked.
Hurriedly she snatched up the sheet to cover herself, flushing as she pulled it
up above her beasts, an action that made him laugh. "I have to work today
as well, Sir, so I should go home."

"I don't like you
hiding from me, Leah," he told her, reaching down to pull the sheet from
her hands so his eyes could roam over her breasts. His mouth eagerly moved down
to suckle on one of the crinkled nipples, which quickly hardened at his
attention. "You're not going to leave that easily." Reaching into the
drawer of the nightstand he pulled out a condom, ripping the package open so he
could slide it over his length. As he did he thought to himself that he would
have to teach her the more interesting methods of putting a condom on.

With that done his
fingers slid down her flat stomach, ignoring the downy curls he itched to
remove, to delve between her soft folds. He was pleased to discover she was
already wet and ready for him.

Giving no thought to
whether she might still be sore he parted her thighs, moving himself between
them, and penetrated her in one quick movement. Her gasp of surprise, tinged
with pain, fueled him and he thrust inside her with abandon, his hands
squeezing her ass cheeks roughly as he pulled her into him in rhythm with his
strokes. "I don't think I'll ever get enough you, baby," he grunted.

In the beginning Leah
felt only pain, still tender from her initiation, but after a few minutes the
pain had faded and all she felt was pleasure as her body climbed towards a
peak. "Sir, please," she begged softly, needing to feel the same
release that had exploded within her the previous night.

"That's my sweet
girl, cum for me now!" He increased his tempo and drove into her
frantically, feeling his own orgasm build. Her hot core flooded with her orgasm
and clung to him like a second skin. That was all it took to send him straight
over the edge.

She was unbelievable,
he thought, feeling a twinge of guilt as she winced in pain when he pulled
himself from her, he quickly reconsidered though. "I want you to think
about me all day, baby; remember that soreness, let it remind you how much I
want you."

The flush his words
brought to her cheeks deepened as he got out of bed and pulled her to her feet
before leading the way to the bathroom. She was self-conscious about being
naked in front of another person, but had little time to think about it as he
pulled her into the shower and washed her.