Obediently Yours (14 page)

“Let’s sit,” he says as he pulls my chair out.

“Thank you,” I say as I sit in the chair and take in the surroundings. The restaurant is small and intimate. We are sitting in a table in the far corner, away from everyone. It is like our own little world. I notice that Richard did not take the seat across from me; rather, he is sitting in the chair next to me and he is moving it closer to me. I feel his hand caress my cheek softly. I stare into his eyes and he mine. We stay like this for a few minutes, just drinking in the presence of each other. It’s as if time has stopped. I feel tongue-tied and afraid of saying something stupid, but the long stretch of silence makes me uncomfortable. Almost as if he senses my discomfort, he speaks.

“You are exactly as I knew you would be. You are so beautiful, Siobhan. I could get lost in your chocolate brown eyes. You have such kind, soulful eyes.” His voice is so sincere. “Oh, and you have the most lovely blush too,” he smiles and continues to stroke my cheek.

This statement, of course, makes me blush more. He is so unbelievably good-looking. We fall into an easy and lengthy conversation about everything. His favorite color is red, mine is lilac; his favorite ice cream is strawberry, mine is chocolate; his favorite classic book is
Tom Sawyer
, mine is
Jane Eyre
. It goes on and on, back and forth for the entire length of dinner. Eventually we move on to our careers. Richard sounds like a very dedicated and caring physician and listening to him talk about his work makes me imagine him wearing scrubs with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. I can feel the blood pooling into my cheeks again as I blush and I also feel another kind of pooling down low between my legs.

“Tell me what you were just thinking, Siobhan, to make you blush such a deep pink,” Richard says with a kind smile.

“Well, I was just imagining…” I stammer.

“Imagining? What were you imagining, Siobhan?” he says, leaning toward me, his voice oozing sex appeal and innuendo.

I stare straight into his eyes and take the plunge. “I was imagining you in your scrubs and stethoscope while I sit naked under a thin hospital gown. I was anticipating your examination….Doctor,” I add in a sultry, submissive voice. I see Richard’s pupils dilate and I hear his sharp intake of breath. His stare is penetrating, as if he can see right into my soul.

“How I would love to examine you, my beautiful girl. I would give you a very thorough examination. You would sit on my exam table all nervous with anticipation. I know that when I put your legs in the stirrups and spread your thighs I will see a very wet, glistening pussy. A pussy that is begging for the doctor’s attention. And attention I would give it,” he says in a low voice close to my ear. Arousal floods my senses. His spicy smell is heavenly, his velvet voice caressing, and his dark eyes demanding and dominant. Every cell in my body is screaming for him to touch me.

“Siobhan, would you like to come home with me?” he asks, his voice low and serious.

“W…w…what?” I stammer. Holy shit! I would love to, but should I? I’ve never had sex on a first date before. I have always waited until I really got to know the other person really well first. Not like I have a lot of experience, but still, I have never wanted anyone like I want Richard right now. “Richard,” I continue speaking just as he says “Siobhan” at the same time. We both laugh. I look into his eyes and see smoldering passion. Passion for me? He wants me? The thought is thrilling and terrifying.

“Richard, I would love nothing more than to go home with you, but I think you should know that this is not something I do. It’s important to me for you to know that. Not to mention I am very out of practice with relationships. It has been a long time since I have had someone in my life. And I have never had such a strong reaction to anyone before you. It’s a bit frightening, to be honest.”

“Siobhan, I have the same strong reaction to you too and we have so much to talk about. I just want to spend time getting to know you better. Nothing has to happen tonight but talking. We will take this as slow as you want. I won’t hide the fact that I want you though. I want to make love to you and explore every inch of your body. I want to taste you and touch you everywhere,” he whispers in my ear, his hand stroking my thigh. Cue another flood of arousal in my pussy!

Before I know it, I am in my car following Richard to his house. His words rattle around in my head on repeat. “I want to taste you and touch you everywhere.” I wonder if he could tell how that sentence made my pussy wet with arousal. He could probably smell it. My panties are a lost cause at this point. I should have worn a panty liner. I’m dripping wet and I want him. I want him like I have never wanted a man before. I want to feel his hands and mouth all over me. I want him to take control and make me his. These desires are all new for me, but there you have it.

We drive up to a beautiful sprawling house painted brown with cream trim, the landscape perfectly manicured. Richard comes to my car door and opens it as I reach for my seatbelt. “Don’t!” he states loudly. In a softer tone, he says, “Please, let me do that, Siobhan.” He reaches over me to unbuckle my seatbelt and then takes my left hand, leading me out of the car. We walk up to the front door hand in hand, just staring at each other the entire way. His look is carnal, passionate, and sexy. Without releasing my hand, he unlocks the door with his other hand and leads me into his house.

We step into a large living room, filled with overstuffed furniture. It is sparse, clean, but looks very inviting too. Richard leads me through to the kitchen. “Would you like a tour of my entire house?” he asks hesitantly.

“Sure,” I say. He looks into my eyes and it is as if he is trying to convey something to me, but I don’t know what. So I ask him, “What?”

“Siobhan, I want to show you all of who I am, but I don’t want to scare you. I meant what I said; nothing has to happen tonight but talking. In fact, I think we should make talking a priority. There is much to discuss about us, not just our meeting tonight, but how we proceed tomorrow with everything.”

My heart swells with…love. What the fuck? Why did that thought pop into my head? It is too early to feel that, to use that word. He is just too good to be true. My head is a jumble of racing thoughts. He stares at me expectantly and I realize I need to respond. “Richard, I want to know all of you too. Show me.”

Richard smiles and leads me back through the living room to a small hallway. To the left is an office. A large desk and chair are the focal point as you walk into the room. We are surrounded by floor-to ceiling-bookshelves lined with books. I look around the room amazed and dazed. My eyes focus on one corner of the room. I see what looks like an old fashioned child’s desk and chair, all wood and utilitarian. The chair looks very uncomfortable. The desk is facing the corner but is out far enough the wall that one could easily walk all the way around it. Richard notices where I am looking and bends down to my ear. “That will be your punishment corner, little one. When you are a naughty little girl, I shall make you stand in that corner with your well-spanked bottom bright red. Your nose will be to the wall as you await my further instructions. Then I will make you sit on your spanked bottom in that chair as you write lines at the desk.” He points to the chair.

Oh, God, as he tells me this I can picture it, me standing in that corner properly punished. I can literally feel my bottom sting while sitting on the hard wooden chair writing lines. “What would you have me write, Daddy?” I have to ask.

Richard smiles slyly. “It depends on what naughty thing you did. You already have rules to obey and I think we might expand them so you are more under my control. I might make you write your rules over several times to make sure you know them. If you break a rule, I might have you write it one hundred times while you sit naked on your spanked bottom. Would you like that, baby girl?” he asks.

I look into his eyes and can picture it perfectly. More so, I want to experience it for real. With him. With a dry mouth and pounding heartbeat, I say, “Yes, Daddy, I would like that very much. I want you to hold me accountable, to take control of me. I want to obey and submit to you.” I hear his sharp intake of breath as I continue to stare into his eyes. The air in the room heavy with lust for one another, charged sexual energy that is almost painful in its intensity.

After a few minutes Richard clears his throat. “Enough of this room for now; I want to show you the rest of the house.” He takes my hand and leads me out of the office, further down the hallway then up a flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs we walk to the end of the hallway and into what I assume is his bedroom. All masculine in décor, smelling of spice, like him. I look up at Richard and see the passion in his eyes. I lean in at the same time he leans down and our lips meet. This kiss is the most delicious I have ever had. He starts sweetly, softly, and then his tongue touches my bottom lip, urging me to open my mouth. I do and our kiss becomes more demanding and intense, as if we cannot get enough of each other. I can feel his arms wrap firmly around me and it makes me feel safe and protected. Our bodies are touching. We devour each other with this kiss. He tastes like vanilla. I can feel his erection hard against my belly. My thighs clench tightly as I feel that familiar tingle and contraction down below. I am fully aroused and I want him inside of me. Now.

We begin to undress each other, carefully but with urgency. I have always been so shy about undressing in front of men, but I feel none of that, only passion and a deep desire to have this man. Before long, we are standing in front of each other naked. Richard pulls away with his arms on my shoulders. He looks up and down my body and I cannot stop my reaction. I quickly raise my arms up to cover my breasts and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Don’t do that, please, Siobhan,” he whispers. “Let me look at you.” The way he says it is so erotic. I slowly lower my arms feeling exposed, yet still aroused. My nipples are as hard as rocks and fully erect. I look down Richard’s body and see his big and beautiful cock. It is long and thick and very ready to connect with my waiting, weeping pussy. I reach down to touch him there and, as I am about to ask him if it is okay, as if he can read my mind, he says, “Yes.”

We begin to explore each other. My hand strokes his cock up and down. When I rub the tip, I feel the pre-cum, swirling it all around the head of his cock. He moans, then takes my face in both of his hands to hold me as he kisses me deeply and fully. It is the perfect kiss. The one that all women dream about. Full of passion and intensity. Time literally stops and it is just the two of us…existing…in this moment.

I am not sure at what point we move to the bed. I lie on my back and Richard lies on top of me, his legs stretched out next to mine, one arm holding his weight while the other caresses my breast. His hands explore me, touching me. The tip of his fingernail rubs gently across my nipple and it hardens in response. My skin is sensitive and my senses heightened as his hand moves lower. I feel him lightly caress my inner thigh slowly, painfully slowly, as he reaches my personal faucet, my dripping wet pussy. I’m drenched in arousal already and he just started touching me there. He rubs my outer lips, shaved smooth.

“I am very happy you have obeyed my rule to keep your pussy bare,” he says, smiling down at me. His fingers move slowly, parting my slick folds so he can gain further entrance. His fingers move up and down and all around. It is exquisite torture. “You are all bare and smooth for me, so wet and wanting, Siobhan,” he says.

“Wet and wanting you,” I whisper. He begins to kiss me again, hungry and hard as his fingers slide inside of me. I feel his thumb stroke my clit and I moan. He continues to use his thumb to circle my clit around and around, his long fingers stroking my pussy walls, right where my g-spot is. It feels heavenly. I am ready to rocket to the moon. “Rrrrichard, I…I…I’m going…to,” I croak out and he demands, “Come for me, Siobhan. Come on my fingers.” I do exactly as he demands, exploding around his fingers as he continues to stroke my clit. I see starbursts, my back arches off of the bed, and I have trouble catching my breath at the intensity of my orgasm. I come hard. I ride the wave. Richard continues to rub me as I come back down. I move my hand to his and gently push it away. “Please, it’s too intense now,” I moan, still feeling the aftershocks of the best orgasm I have ever had in my life.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice is distressed.

“No, no. It’s just that after I orgasm, everything down there is sensitive. But I am fine. Really. No complaints here.”

Richard moves his hand away from me and leans in gently for a kiss. I kiss him back. Our kiss grows deeper, more urgent, and I feel Richard move back up over me. His hard cock presses my on my belly. I instinctually spread my legs as he settles his between mine. He looks down at me and asks, “Are you sure?”

I look down and see his long, thick manhood ready for entry. “Yes,” I say. “But do you have…”

“A condom, yes,” he says as he reaches over to his nightstand drawer and pulls a condom out. He holds it out and asks, “Will you put it on me?”

Well, that is a first. I’ve not been asked to put it on a man before. I hope I don’t screw it up. I unwrap the condom and slowly roll it over his sizable erection. Richard moans. I guess I did it right. My hand strokes him up and down several times, then he moves to enter me, lining his cock up with my pussy. I feel him slowly fill me and I cry out in pleasure. “Oh, Richard, please move,” I beg.

Richard’s hips move slowly in and out, in and out, over and over.

“Faster, harder,” I say and wrap my legs around his hips. I feel my arousal building toward another orgasm and can hardly believe it. I have never come with a man inside of me before. Like many women, I can only come with direct clitoral stimulation. Never have I been able to come from intercourse alone, but it is a night of firsts for me as I explode around his cock, coming again, contracting and milking him.

Richard stills and I feel the warmth of his ejaculation as he climaxes. “Oh, Siobhan,” he yells out, desperation in his voice. His stiff body relaxes as he comes down from his orgasm.