Innocence Tempted (3 page)

"Whew," I teased. "So you're not jailbait. I'm twenty-six. Does that make you uncomfortable?"

"No," she answered honestly. "I kinda get sick of kids my own age."

I nodded my head. I wasn't surprised. She was beautiful but she also had a brain. In my experience, individual thinkers were not very popular in high school.

"Kat, what I'm going to say might sound a little bit harsh, and I want to prepare you for that. I know that we don't know each other very well, but I think it's important that we have this discussion up front so that you have all of the information and can make an intelligent decision."

"Make a decision about what?"

"About what you want out of this partnership. Are you going away for college in the fall?"

"Wow, smart girl." She blushed at my praise. "Kat, I'm not looking for a relationship. The truth is, I don't really do traditional relationships, and with you leaving in a couple of months it wouldn’t make much sense anyway, but I would like to make you a proposition." I was surprised when her expression didn't change. I wasn't sure what she was expecting from me, but sort of naturally assumed that she wanted an emotional relationship.

"What kind of proposition?" she finally asked. "Like a sexual proposition?"

I laughed. She was so damn cute. "Yeah, in a way. Kat, are you familiar at all with the concepts of Dominance and submission in sexual situations?" She gave me a look that I interpreted as half confusion and half fear. I tightened my arm around her in what I hoped was a comforting gesture. This was a fine line. I wanted her to be comfortable with me, and I also wanted her to be aroused by me, but I didn't want to cloud her judgment with her hormones—at least not yet.

"I want to teach you, sweetheart. I want to show you what your body needs. I don't think you're fully aware of it yet, but you have a very naturally submissive demeanor, and it is a huge fucking turn on for me."

Hurt flashed in her eyes, and I knew I'd said the wrong thing.

"Are you saying that you think I'm weak?" she squeaked out.

"No, no, no. Not at all. I think you're very strong. It takes an incredible amount of strength and trust to submit your will to that of another person. I just think that you want to be dominated. I think you want my command so that you can choose to obey or disobey."

I brought my lips close to her ear and lowered my voice. "I think you want to be rewarded for your good behavior and punished for your disobedience. I want to spank you when you misbehave. If you mouth off to me, I'll make you swallow my cock. I wasn't kidding when I said that I wanted you to be helpless beneath me. I want control over you, and I want you to give it to me willingly."

I let her process that for a while. We were past the point of no return now. The decision was in her hands.

"I'm a little scared," she admitted.

"Your fear is a part of the process. It's to be expected, but I will never do anything to hurt you, Kat. We will use safewords so that you can choose to stop at any time. We can discuss everything before and after we do it. I'll push your limits, but I won't exceed them. We'll start slowly and build up. You just tell me if it seems like too much. I think you'll be amazed by how much you enjoy it."

She did that beautiful blushing thing again and I nipped her neck gently. "If you don't stop blushing like that, I'm going to take you over my knee and see if I can make your sweet little ass turn that same beautiful pink."

She bit her bottom lip and looked up at me. There was fear in her brown eyes but also desire. She wanted it. She just didn't know it yet.

I stood and went over to grab the forgotten bag of marshmallows and a roasting stick. I poked one through the end of the stick. "So what do you say, beautiful?"

She blew a loose strand of hair out of her eyes. "I'd like to try," she answered decisively, "but I'm nervous. I mean, I won't deny that I… um, like the sound of some of these things. But what happens if it's different in real life than it is in my head? Fantasizing about something and experiencing it are two different things."

"You are very mature for your age, Kat. Most women would not have come to that conclusion so quickly. You are correct. Experiencing it is definitely different from fantasizing about it, but the fact that you
have
fantasized about it is a good place to start. What are your biggest concerns?"

"I'm afraid it will hurt."

I laughed. "Yeah. Some of it will. Don't let the pain worry you too much though. Did you feel pain when I had you pressed up against that tree?"

"Just a little."

"And what did it do for you?" I took the now toasted marshmallow off of the stick and offered it to her. She reached forward with her fingers, but I pulled back. "Use your mouth," I instructed.

She hesitated for a moment but then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it, gently brushing my thumb as she did so. She pulled back quickly making a motion to indicate that it was too hot. I threaded another one onto the stick.

"I um..." She swallowed the sticky treat, puffing the heat out through her lips, while she thought. "It was incredible."

"You cannot fully experience the range of pleasure without incorporating some sensations of pain. Even orgasms, as pleasurable as they are, can be painful if prolonged. It's all about finding a balance between the two and then incorporating the correct emotional response on top of it."

I took the second marshmallow from the stick and let it cool for a minute in my hand. I squeezed this one gently, getting it stuck to my fingers. I turned and faced her more fully this time. "Open," I commanded. I wanted her to hear a little bit of force.

She licked her lips, and then opened her mouth. I cupped the side of her face gently with my free hand and brought the sticky marshmallow up to her lips with the other. She was a little bolder this time, pulling the marshmallow from my fingers and then darting her tongue out to swipe the part that remained on my hand. She swallowed, but I did not move my hand away. I wanted to see if she would take the bait. She did. She leaned forward and took the tip of my thumb into her mouth. She grazed it lightly with her teeth before pul
l
ing back.

"Very good. I want to feel your mouth on my cock, just like that." Her eyes widened a bit, but she didn't back off.

"Right now?"

I tried not to laugh. God, she was she cute. I hadn't actually meant right now, but my cock was painfully hard, and the thought of her sweet, pouty lips wrapped around me was too good to pass up.

"Yes, right now."

She bit her bottom lip. She was going to need some help. I stroked the side of her face with the pad of my thumb and told her to stay still. I moved to stand in front of her. I set my hat on the bench beside her and pulled my shirt over my head. I laid it on the ground in front of her. She traced the outline of my naked chest with her eyes. I could see the hunger there.
Come and get it, sweetheart.

I crooked my finger at her, and she leaned forward instantly. I smiled. She would take instruction beautifully. "Kneel on my shirt, Kat." She moved off of the bench and knelt in front of me.

"Beautiful," I sighed, running my hands through her long hair. "Put your hands behind your back."

She swallowed nervously, but did as I asked. I kept one hand at thee nape of her neck and unbuttoned my jeans with the other. Her big doe eyes got even bigger when I pulled my cock out.

"What do you think, sweetheart? Do you want me to fuck your hot little mouth?" She hesitated, but eventually nodded her head. "First lesson: when I ask you a direct question, I want a verbal answer. Try again."

She licked her lips nervously. Saying it would probably be harder for her than actually doing it, but I was a firm believer in the philosophy that people shouldn't do things they
ar
en't comfortable talking about. I wasn't going to let her take the easy way out.

"Um." She closed her eyes. I waited. "I want to suck your cock."

"Good girl. Open."

She opened her mouth, and I pressed the head of my cock into it, shifting my hips forward slightly. Her tongue darted out and licked the tip of it. I groaned.
Fuck that feels good.

I pushed forward f
a
rther. "Suck, Kat."

She wrapped her lips around me and sucked. On instinct she moved her hands from behind her back and reached for me. I tugged gently on her hair.

"Keep your hands behind your back, or I'll tie them there."

She flushed a little, and I had to close my eyes to keep from thrusting hard. I got myself under control and then began to pump in and out of her mouth slowly. I loosened my grip on her.

"Good girl. Fuck. That feels so good." I could tell she was inexperienced, but it still felt fantastic. What she lacked in technique she made up for in enthusiasm. She sucked and used her tongue as much as she could. "Relax, baby. I'm going to go deeper. Breath
e
through your nose." I increased the pace a little and pushed deeper. She shifted a little, and I could tell she was uncomfortable. She'd get over it.

"Mmm, suck, Kat. Harder." She tried to comply. She wasn't particularly successful, but it would come with time. "Use your teeth, just a little bit." She grazed my cock with her teeth, and I hissed in pleasure. "Fuck yes. That's it."

She moaned around my cock when I tugged on her hair. I looked down and watched her sucking me. Such a pretty picture. She was fantastic. I wasn't going to last much longer if I kept watching her.

"Look at me, Kat," I commanded. She looked up. My control snapped when she turned those beautiful peeps to me. "Swallow it," I managed to choke out before I spilled into her throat. She sputtered a little, but managed to swallow most of it.

I had to take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment as the sensation passed. I tucked myself back into my pants, and then sat down and pulled her onto my lap. "You okay, darlin
’
?" She nodded and tucked her head into the crook of my neck. "You did really well. I think you deserve a reward. Will you come down to the house with me?"

"Okay."

I led her down to the house, going slowly so she wouldn't tumble down the hill. I pushed the kitchen door open for her.

"Come on in," said the spider to the fly.

I didn't know whether to be terrified or aroused beyond belief. I'd just given head to an incredibly attractive and aggressive man, who was still practically a stranger, and now I'd agreed to go inside his house with him... alone. I
thought I
must
have
be
en
losing my mind. The sheriff would
definitely
not approve.

The house was a small log cabin. We went in through the kitchen, which opened into the main living area. There was a couch and a love seat making an L
-shape
around a small coffee table. A good-sized TV was on a stand in the corner. It was rustic, but not unattractive. The windows were large, and I thought that the high, open-beam ceilings were probably beautiful in the daylight.

Cody led to me to the couch and then went to the computer in the corner of the kitchen. He clicked a few times, and the printer started up. He joined me while he waited for it to print.

"I am printing you a checklist, Kat," he said.

"For what?" I asked.

"For your hard and soft limits. I want you to be comfortable with me, but I also want you to think of this in some ways as a business transaction. Consider me your teacher and consider this a pre-course evaluation form. I need to know where you stand, where your comfort levels are, and what you might like to try. If there is anything that you’re curious about, I want to know, and if there is anything that is an absolute "no go" I need to know that too."

He put his hand on my leg, just above the knee
,
and looked at me. "Kat, this is for your safety and mine. I will never hurt you, but I want to do some things to you that you might be afraid of at first. We'll go over it the next time we meet, okay?"

"Uh, when will that be?" I asked. I was glad that he wanted to see me again, but truthfully this whole thing was freaking me out a little. Checklists? About sex? Seriously? Still, there were some things I was curious about and a few that I’d like to try.

"How's Tuesday? Let me cook you dinner."

"Uh." I mentally went over my father’s schedule. I wasn't busy, but if I wasn't home at dinner time he would ask where I was going. I was going to try to avoid that as much as possible. "Yeah, Tuesday should be fine. I'll just come here then?"

"Seven?"
he asked.
I nodded. Seven indeed.

"Do you have any questions so far?" he asked.

"Only about a million."

He laughed. "I promise you, it's not that complicated. Think of it like a game. I'll tell you what to do, and you will either obey me or disobey me. Your actions will have
either
rewards or consequences accordingly."