Girl In The Woods (8 page)

“If you feel
better by closing your eyes, I give you permission to do so,” he says and I
almost sigh in relief closing them again.

I have no clue
as to what to do with it. I grab it in my hand tightly.

“Whoa! Not so
firm, my bitch!” he warns me.

He guides my
hand with his, moving up and down smoothly. The more I move my hand, the more
it grows and becomes harder. I like its sensation more now. As I am curious to
see how it looks like, I open my eyes. I have never come so close to it. It
looks threatening, but alluring at the same time. When I raise my eyes to look
at him, he is breathing heavily and his eyes are filled with lust. This is the
effect my touch has on him and I relish it. Biting my lip, I eagerly move my
hand faster. Under my hand, he grows solid.

Unexpectedly, he
clasps my hand and stops me.

“No, I don’t
want to come like this. This wasn’t the test, my bitch.”

No? Oh, did I do
something wrong?

“Don’t worry.
You did well,” he says as if he can read my mind one more time, “Better than I
imagined. What I want you to do now is to lick it.”

What? He has got
to be joking. Lick it? There is no way I am putting my tongue on it.

“Like you would
lick an ice – cream.”

I am beyond
terrified.

“Didn’t you know
girls do this?”

“No, my Lord.”

“Most married
women do it to please their husbands. Don’t you want to be loved by your husband?”

Yes, I do. But
not because I would be licking his penis. This is disgusting. Oh, my…Does that
mean that my mom does this to my dad?

Calista, why
did you have to think of this? It’s gross.

I lower my gaze
and don’t reply.

“Bitch, look at
me. I can’t make you do something that you don’t want to. I think we have
established this. I order you something and you do it and that pleases me
incredibly. However, in this case, it is something perhaps beyond your
boundaries and I can’t force you to do it. So, tell me. Do you want to lick my
cock?”

I clench my
eyelids trying to figure out what to do. But before I have a chance to think,
he gets up and reaches for his pants.

“You don’t have
to decide. It’s obvious you don’t want to do it.”

No…I have upset
him…He didn’t mind licking me yesterday and bringing me to an unparallel
ecstasy. Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I give him the same pleasure he so
selflessly offered me?

I seize his
pants, gazing at him in agony.

“Please, my
Lord, let me satisfy you,” I whisper.

He just stands
over me, with his wolfie eyes trying to discern my true intentions. I unbutton
his pants and lower them. After he has taken them off and has sat on the bed
again, I take his cock in my hand. Coming closer to him, I give it a slight
brush of my tongue as if it is a lollipop. Hmmm…it doesn’t taste bad. I give it
another try and another. I attempt to keep my tongue on him and trace a wet
path from the tip to the end of it.

“Do you know how
much I like this, my bitch?” he mutters.

I can’t contain
a smile. For some reason, I feel proud.

“Do you think
you can put it in your mouth and continue licking?” he asks.

I agree with a
nod of my head.

Calista, you
can do this.

I swirl my
tongue around the tip of his penis and then timidly insert it in my mouth. I am
curiously wet between my thighs. Why do I get aroused by putting him in my
mouth?

“Go as deep as
you can,” he says, “It can’t fit all of it in your beautiful little mouth. At
least for now. We’ll take it slow.”

I almost feel
the tip of his penis touching my throat. That is as far as I can go. Seeing my
reluctance as to what to do next, he grabs my hair with his hand in a ponytail
and slowly moves my head, so that his cock moves in and out of my mouth.

“Look at me,” he
commands.

I want to touch
myself so bad. My hand cups my breast in an effort to yield myself some kind of
relief.

“No, bitch. You
are not allowed to touch yourself when you satisfy me. This is only for me.”

Someone is being
selfish. I am hurt, but I keep on taking him in my mouth. He has the complete
control of course. As always.

Just before his
climax, he yanks my head backwards and pulls out of my mouth. With his hand, he
provides himself the last slides that lead him to an ardent release. A thick,
white fluid erupts from the tip of his penis and lands on my breasts. It
tickles down my stomach and belly. I don’t like this at all.

“As this was
your first time, I didn’t let you swallow it,” he says, “but you will have to
learn. I’d love to come in your pretty mouth.”

This keeps on getting
better. Just when I think there is nothing worse, there he goes telling me I
have to learn to swallow his sperm. I frown at the thought of it. There are
some boundaries to what I can do.

“In fact…” he
smirks devilishly, “I want you to put some on your finger and taste it now.”

“No.” I protest.
This a lot for me. Doesn’t he understand that he has already done to me more
than I can take? Why does he push me so much?

“Are you
disgusted by me, bitch?” He is angry. “I wasn’t disgusted by your little cunt
yesterday. Don’t you think you are being rude?”

I open my mouth
to protest, but he stops me.

“I take this as
disobedience. Do you want to be punished?”

I feel like
crying. I definitely don’t want to be punished. He grabs my chin and forces me
to look in his fiery eyes.

“Tell me. Do you
want to be punished?”

I can no longer
contain the tears that burn my eyes and I let them escape down my cheeks.

“No, my Lord.”

“Then, obey.”

I take a small
quantity of the white liquid on my finger and bring it to my mouth. It’s rather
salty and slick.

“Good bitch,” he
rewards me but his good words make me feel even more humiliated. I didn’t want
to do this and I don’t deserve any reward.

“Go wash
yourself in the lake. Take a towel with you. When you return, you can sleep on
the bed with me.”

As if I care…I
am offended and angry. I would prefer to sleep on the floor right now. Anywhere
but close to him.

Fortunately,
when I come back he has fallen asleep. I ponder sleeping on the rug in front of
the fireplace, but I am conscious that he will consider this as disobedience
and I really don’t want a punishment right now.

I lie on my
side, facing away from him. He moans and brings me closer to him, clinging his
warm body next to me. My emotions are all over the place and I have to vent
somehow. Silent sobs thrill my body.

“Baby…” he
mutters half asleep, “why are you crying?”

He has never
called me ‘baby’. I don’t offer him a reply. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I
sob so hard that I can hardly breathe.

He turns me
around and looks at me with concerned eyes.

“What is it, my
bitch?” he says gently.

There we go.
Back to the ‘bitch’.

I quiver and
wipe the tears from my eyes.

“I…I…” is all I
manage to say.

“I know, I know,
baby. I pushed you too much, didn’t I?”

I nod like a
whiny child.

He takes me in
his arms, capturing my body tightly, making me feel safe. He kisses me softly
on my lips.

“Don’t cry,
baby. Not for me. Please, don’t,” he begs.

His kiss is
comforting, taking my pain away. I am not alone in this. We are together. Our kisses
turn more passionate, as the variety of my emotions is so intense that I can’t
control myself.

He climbs over
me and slowly fills me. He never abandons my mouth. This time it lasts longer
than any other time we had sex. He caresses me, whispering sweet words in my
ear and looking at me in adoration. I give myself totally to him. We are one.

When we are both
satiated, we cuddle and I pretend I am asleep. There is something disconcerting
in my mind that won’t allow me to sleep. The realization that this man has
become necessary to me. That I feel things for him that I haven’t felt for
anyone else.

The most
beautiful way to welcome a new day, is with a kiss on the back of your neck.

"Wake up,
bitch," he whispers and his hot breath on my skin makes me shudder.

I stretch my
arms lazily. It would be great if I could stay all day in his arms, reveling in
his smell and his sweet capture over my body and soul.

This is an order
though and I know what the consequences will be. Besides, what will I respond
if he is curious about my reluctance to get up? I'd rather not reveal my
feelings at the moment.

What
feelings, Calista? Don't be stupid. You act like your lovestruck girlfriends.
You are not like them and Conor definitely doesn’t resemble the typical men of
your social circle. You have no feelings for him, Calista. He opened a new,
enchanting world for you, mesmerizing you. That is all there is. Nothing more.

I get up heading
to the closet to find a new pair of panties and a dress.

"Where do
you think you are going?”

He lies on his
side, with his hand supporting his head and stares at me with a stern look.

"To get
dressed, my Lord."

"Did you
ask for my permission?"

"No, my
Lord."

"So?"

I sigh,
suppressing an urge to roll my eyes.

"Do I have
permission to get dressed, my Lord?"

"No. And
don't look at me. I haven’t granted you permission for that either."

I lower my head
meekly.

"I offered
you the privilege to sleep on my bed and yet you think it was something
ordinary."

"No, I
didn't," I protest casting my gaze boldly at him.

"Eyes down,
bitch. Oh, so you think you didn't take it for granted? Do tell me how you
showed me your gratitude."

Now I understand
what he is talking about. He wants me to thank him for letting me sleep on his
bed.

I kneel in front
of him, with my head still bowed in respect and utter a clear ‘thank you, my
Lord.’

“It wasn’t that
hard. Was it? You can dress after you have washed yourself in the lake. I allow
you to swim, as well, until I return from hunting.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” I repeat.

He doesn’t call
me ‘baby’ again as I had hoped he would, but the good news is that he has let
me eat on the table. I had to kneel, thank him and kiss his hand for this
privilege. Something inside me revolts so intensely to this treatment. I am not
his bitch. I am a girl. Of a noble and rich family. I don’t deserve this
behavior. Yet, I try to calm this part of myself. I can’t mess it up again. He
might not give me another chance.

After the
afternoon swim in the lake, he guides me once more in giving him pleasure with
my mouth. He didn’t come in my throat. But I had to lick him afterwards. He
says it’s a way to get used to it slowly. I really don’t want to think when I
will have to swallow his sperm. Well, not that I haven’t already done so. But
coming in my throat? I panic at the thought of this. Nonetheless, he has been
more patient and gentle with me today. I guess he understands now how difficult
it is for me and leads me cautiously.

“I am satisfied
with your progress, bitch,” he says with a sated glow in his eyes after he has
come. “We will be practicing oral every day. And you will see that little by
little you will feel more comfortable. But this was not your test for today.”

No? What has he
planned? What more can he do to me?

“Lie on the bed,”
he orders me.

I am naked, as I
was commanded not to wear anything after swimming in the lake. I lie on the bed
on my back. He takes a chair and sits beside me, looking at me intently.

“I want you to
open your legs,” he says.

Okay, this is
not difficult. I wonder what he has on his mind.

“More. Bring
your knees on your chest.”

I obey blushing.
My most intimate parts are now exposed in front of his examining eyes.

“Do you enjoy
the view?” I dare ask.

“Very. But if
you don’t want me to slap your pretty ass over my knee, don’t talk to me
without permission. Especially in order to ask something like that.”

I avert my eyes
disturbed. Why did I do that? It’s just that I have missed being playful. He is
always so serious. Especially when he is teaching me. He has assumed the role
of the sex teacher so solemnly.

“Take your hand
and caress your pussy.”

Oh, now...Does
he really have to use the p word? He makes it sound so vulgar.