A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (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.

Carla
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 Jason
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 Carla 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," Jason 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.

Carla 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."

Carla
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 Jason woke Carla, 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."

Carla 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 breasts, 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, Carla," 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 Carla 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.