Connor gave her a predatory smile. ‘Strip,’ he demanded. His gaze intense and unflinching.
Sylvie stared at him, too dumbfounded to speak. Was this his idea of foreplay? She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.
‘You need to forgo your shyness and inhibitions around me,’ he warned, the smile leaving his face. ‘You belong to me now. Every single inch of you! I won’t have you covering yourself, feigning modesty. Denying me what’s mine. Is that understood? From now on, whenever we’re in the bedroom, you’ll be naked!’
Sylvie cringed. This was demeaning. Connor was treating her like a possession. Like he owned her and could make her obey his every whim. She hated to burst his balloon, but it wasn’t happening. This macho crap might work with some women, but Sylvie wasn’t one of them. In fact it pissed her off. His ‘me Tarzan you Jane’ bullshit was getting old fast! She wanted to be with him. Wanted to please him. But she wasn’t going to let him humiliate her for shits and giggles.
He waited, but she made no move to comply. He frowned, his mouth twisting in anger. ‘You’re trying my patience little girl!’ he scolded.
Sylvie stiffened and glared at him. ‘Too bad!’ she challenged, looking him straight in the eye. ‘It’s chilly. I’ll just leave my clothes on if you don’t mind.’
‘Oh but I do mind, Sylvie. I mind very much! Now do as you’re told. Take off your clothes! Every stitch!’ His tone was harsh, reflecting his displeasure at her childish defiance. ‘I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Sylvie. If I have to tell you again, there will be consequences. Severe consequences. And trust me, you won’t like them!’ His words were intimidating and intense.
She was tempted to walk out, leaving him sputtering and fuming. It would serve him right. But her feet felt as though they were rooted to the spot. She fixated on his face: the dark brooding eyes, the stormy expression, the lips pursed in anger, the stone-like set of his jaw. Sylvie shuddered, realizing she was a little afraid of him. And why wouldn’t she be? He was stern, sullen, and even cruel at times in his quest to dominate and control her. He treated her no better than a servant or serf. Ordering her around, expecting to be obeyed, kowtowed to. Her sex began to tingle under his glowering gaze. Moisture pooled between her legs. Sylvie was confused by her conflicted emotions. How could she be both attracted to Connor and repelled by him at the same time? His icy glare did nothing to diminish her passion. Sylvie averted her eyes and began to undress.
‘That’s better!’ he admonished, his tone curt and cutting, his demeanor intimidating. ‘I am very displeased with your behavior Sylvie. I understand that this is all new to you. So I will forgive you your reticence just this once. But if there is a next time I promise you I will not be as understanding. I won’t tolerate defiance or willfulness. I have ways of dealing with obstinate little girls.’ His lips curved up in a malevolent grin. Eyes glinting with undisguised lust.
Sylvie backed away. Oh fuck! She’d seen this scene played out before. In an erotic romance novel!
His eyes narrowed as they studied her. Training her would be the ultimate pleasure. He wasn’t sure if she understood what it was she’d agreed to. But she’d learn soon enough. He’d kept the rules all these years, finding them in a book of poetry Marisol had given him. It was pressed between the pages of ‘To My Dear And Loving Husband’ by Anne Bradstreet. Marisol had loved the poem. She told him that even though it was written over 350 years ago it was about them.
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.
He swallowed back his memories and tried to focus on Sylvie. But he couldn’t. Marisol was with him always…tall, dark, beautiful. She’d been the only one to ever truly know and accept him as he was. She’d looked into his heart and seen the darkness. Yet she’d loved him anyway! She’d surrendered her body, her mind, and her will to him. He’d loved her…hadn’t he? He couldn’t be sure. Was he even capable of such an emotion?
Sylvie was trembling. She unzipped her shorts then bent to remove them, her hair falling forward veiling her face. She took the opportunity to quickly peek at Connor. What she saw startled her. He didn’t look angry anymore. Instead his expression was blank, devoid of any emotion. His brown eyes had lost their spark, what remained was passive, apathetic, distant. He seemed lost in thought. Staring out into space. Eyes unmoving, fixed on a point beyond the wall. Did he see her? Did he even know she was here? He seemed to be looking through her, as though she were invisible. Something was troubling him. Was it her? She’d agreed to his damn arrangement. She was trying to do what he wanted. Doing the best she could. What more did he want from her? Sylvie straightened up, brushing the hair from her face. She slowly reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, finally freed from their prison. She was overcome with shame. But wasn’t sure why? He’d already seen her naked. So what was the big deal? But it was a big deal! His behavior, his demands, humiliated and humbled her. He was treating her like a whore. Someone he’d use to get his rocks off. Sylvie couldn’t understand why he was acting this way. Why he’d do this to her? The answer was simple. Because he could! Because she let him! She was such a fool. Such a stupid lovesick fool! She couldn’t allow this to continue. Sylvie shivered, gooseflesh sprouting on her arms and legs.
Connor reached out and gently caressed her face. Sylvie was like a child, so trusting, so innocent, so hopeful. You could see it in her eyes. They were luminous reflections of her soul. She was perfect: kind, caring, loving. Unfortunately, she expected so much more than he was prepared to give. It’s not like he was setting out to hurt her. Hell, a month ago he didn’t even know she existed. It just happened. One day a sassy little slip of a thing appears on his doorstep and suddenly all he can think about is conquering, subjugating, and forcing her to submit. It was sick. Sad really. This wouldn’t end well for Sylvie. He was going to wind up hurting her. Not that he wanted to. But it couldn’t be helped. That was just the way it was. Sylvie wanted love, the hearts entwined, ring on the finger, forever and always kind. But that was out of the question. Connor would never, could never, love her.
He shut his eyes and could see Marisol naked on her knees before him, tears leaking from beneath the blindfold, her body trembling as he put the collar round her neck. So beautiful! Black hair cascading down her shoulders, flawless dark olive skin, long slender limbs.
They were opposites, she and Sylvie. One statuesque, womanly, and exotic; the other petite, girlish, and freckle-faced. He missed Marisol. Even after 6 years, his body still ached for her. He wanted so hard to believe that he’d loved her. That he’d done right by her. But how could he have when he’d been so cruel, so callous, so cold-hearted. He’d let loose his inner beast, allowing her to see him as he really was. Connor swore he’d never do that again. It rendered him vulnerable. He’d kept the beast hidden since then. Nothing in his speech, countenance, or behavior hinted at the darkness that held sway within him. There had been others since Marisol, short-lived dalliances, nothing lasting more than a few months. They’d all ended badly. Since then he’d been successful in controlling his needs, his appetites. That is, until Sylvie.
She blushed as she lowered her panties to the floor.
His erection strained against the stiff denim fabric of his jeans. Painfully so. Watching her surrender, bending to his will, so timid, so meek, so compliant made it throb. He could sense Sylvie’s fear, see her confusion. She didn’t understand any of this. She’d wanted to resist, deny him, but instead she submitted, surrendered. Now he had her where he wanted her…at his mercy! He fisted his fingers in her hair and drew her to him. His mouth claimed hers. Scorching her lips with his heat. He nipped, bit, and sucked. The sounds of her moans stirred him to frenzy. The intensity of his kiss nearly smothered her, his lips bruising hers. It sent liquid fire coursing through her veins. His tongue forced apart her lips, delving into the dark recesses of her mouth. It was heaven: so soft, so wet, so sweet. She responded, her tongue twirling, twisting, and entwining with his. Connor groaned, then let loose her hair, pushing her down on her knees. He unzipped his fly, jerking down his jeans and boxers, setting his cock free. She gasped as he thrust his manhood in her face.
Sylvie’s panicked look told him she had no idea what to do. Jesus, weren’t there any boys where she came from? Had she been locked away behind convent walls all these years, waiting for him to rescue her? Connor wasn’t used to being around virgins, virtuous little females with their orifices all intact. Innocent ingénues just waiting to be violated. He was taken aback when he realized how inexperienced she was. But Connor always took what he wanted and he wanted her.
Sylvie’s eyes widened at her first up close encounter with his cock. It was thick and long, seven inches from root to tip, maybe longer. Though she didn’t have anything to compare it to, she suspected that most women would consider his cock magnificent. His man-scent filled her nostrils. The musky aroma of his penis mingled with the smell of soap and sweat. It made her almost heady.
Connor fisted his cock and looked down at her; she knew what he wanted.
Sylvie timidly reached out and touched it with her right hand. Then gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft. It was rigid, like steel, but the skin that covered it was soft and warm. Sylvie’s fingers gently stroked the stiff column of flesh. It twitched in her hand. She could feel the ropelike veins along the shaft, now engorged with blood, pulsating. Her hand descended to the thick thatch of dark curly hair at the base of his member. She combed her fingers through it. Her other hand reached for his balls and ever so gently began rolling them between her palm and fingers. Connor moaned. Sylvie smiled. Good! She must be doing it right! Her right hand clasped the base of his staff then moved it slowly up to the head. She continued to knead his sack as she slid her hand down again. Her fingers moved rhythmically up and down his cock. Connor’s breathing quickened. He was panting, jolting and jerking as her fingers fondled his cock. She could feel it growing larger as she lavished it with attention.
A drop of dew seeped from the small opening at the tip. She brought her mouth near, softly blowing on his skin, eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him. Coming closer, her plump warm lips bestowed a kiss. She glanced up at him. His eyes were half-closed in rapture. Avoiding the tip, her tongue started licking the base of the head. Then swept up and down the shaft, tickling and teasing till Connor thought he’d go crazy. Nervous, but eager to taste him, the tip of her tongue dipped into the dew. She wasn’t sure what to expect. The liquid tasted sweet and salty. She lapped it up. Feeling less apprehensive, she parted her lips, opening her mouth to willingly receive him.
Sylvie’s mouth descended on his throbbing cock. Her lips slid over the velvety head sealing him inside her. She loved the feel of it, this intimate invasion. The smell, the taste of him. A fire ignited between her legs. Her tongue drew slow sensual circles over the head. Then flicked back and forth across the tip. The more her tongue hungrily explored and caressed him, the more Connor groaned. She began to suck the head of his shaft. All the while continuing to lick and tease it. She rolled her head around to increase the sensation.
Her head bobbed up and down, curls bouncing, as she drew his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She covered her teeth with her lips, then rocked forward to draw him in and back to force him out. Her tongue continued its ministrations, laving him with gluttonous abandon, devouring him like a child would a lollipop. Her tongue whorled the head then swabbed the sides. She sucked greedily, her mouth tightening its grip on his twitching cock.
A contented sigh escaped Connor’s lips. He began to moan and groan in pleasure. It felt so good, he wasn’t sure he could stand much more. The more he moaned the harder Sylvie worked. Till the muscles of her cheeks hurt and her jaw ached. She looked up to see his eyes rolling back in his head. He was close.
She continued sucking him off, increasing the suction, trying to draw him all the way to the back of her throat. There was no way she was going to be able to get all of him in her mouth. She could only accommodate maybe 3 ½ inches if she was lucky.
Connor couldn’t stand it anymore; he coiled his fingers in her hair and began forcing her head forward, pushing his cock further in. The force of his thrusts nearly gagged her. Her lips clamped down, squeezing hard, trying to slow him down. But her lips were no defense against his unrelenting cock.
It felt like his dick was about to explode. Connor’s breathing became ragged, his groans echoing throughout the room. ‘Jesus, Sylvie,’ he gasped as he let go. The orgasm swept over him, brutal in its intensity. He shuddered and shook, spasms pulsing through him, like a thousand electrical shocks.
A rush of hot cum spurted into her mouth. There was so much she was forced to gulp down swallow after swallow of the sweet salty liquid. ‘Milk me baby,’ he wailed in ecstasy, as he continued to work his cock in and out of her mouth. ‘Take it all. Every drop!’ The pleasure of his release was almost unbearable.
Sylvie watched him, mesmerized. His mouth was open, chest heaving, as he struggled to catch his breath. Then all at once his muscles relaxed and he had the most beautiful peaceful expression on his face. Sylvie was proud of herself. She was nervous at first that she wouldn’t do it right; fearful that, not knowing what she was doing, she’d hurt him or do something stupid. But evidently she was a natural. Who knew? What amazed her was how much she actually liked it. The feel of his thick cock filling her mouth excited and aroused her. She felt him go limp and then a moment later he pulled out. She rose to her feet, her knees stiff from kneeling so long.
Her eyes searched his seeking reassurance. He was pleased with her wasn’t he? His orbs were like deep brown pools, one look and she was drowning. He smiled and she melted.
Connor embraced her. His thumb tugged her chin down forcing her mouth open. Then his tongue invaded. It caressed and probed her. He could taste the lingering saltiness of his cum on her tongue. Connor felt like he’d struck the mother lode with Sylvie. She was a wonder and a delight! He’d half expected her to be resistant to this particular type of intimacy at first, especially since she’d been a virgin less than 24 hours ago. But Sylvie was a quick study; she took to giving blowjobs, head, like a duck to water. She was an unselfish lover, focused on giving him pleasure without concern for her own. It made him eager to return the favor.
Without saying a word, he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. Then jumped on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. All the while grinning from ear to ear. ‘Your turn!’ he announced loudly. She exploded in giggles, her eyes glittering with happiness. She loved it when he smiled at her, when he let down his guard. ‘You went down on me, you naughty girl, and now I,’ he said, walking his fingers from her belly button to her shorn pussy, ‘will go down on you!’ His head descended below her belly and placed a kiss at the top of her quivering mound. ‘Tsk, tsk, tsk,’ he said as his fingers slid into the crease. ‘What have we here?’ he asked, feigning shock as he showed her the glistening evidence of her arousal. ‘Shame on you. You’re all wet! I’m beginning to think you like sucking my dick.’ He quickly hooked her legs over his shoulders and spread her legs wide apart. Then taking his fingers he parted the outer petals, revealing her silken folds. He gently rubbed the lips then slipped his finger inside. Sylvie began mewling in pleasure. ‘Do you like that Sylvie? Do you like being finger fucked? Or would you rather I stop?’
‘No!’ she gasped. ‘Don’t stop. I like it. It feels…it feels nice!’
‘Should I put it all the way in?’
‘Yes,’ she squeaked.
He worked his finger in and out of her like a piston. When he inserted a second finger she went crazy, writhing and moaning. ‘Do you want me to make you come? Would you like that?’
‘Yes, please Connor! Please make me come!’ She was panting and could barely get the words out.
As his fingers continued drilling into her, Connor brought his lips to her swollen clit. He licked it hard, flicking and fluttering his tongue over the tiny pink pearl. When she started thrashing about, he sealed his lips over the nub and began hungrily sucking and nipping it. He could tell she was almost there. Connor pulled back and using the fingers of his other hand pinched her clit hard. She screamed in pain, then pleasure as he alternately squeezed and released her tortured bud. He jammed his fingers deep inside her then watched as she jolted and convulsed. Her body tensed then arched. Her lips parted as she panted for breath. A second later her eyes closed as wave after wave of pleasure exploded from her now molten core. Sending ripples of intense heat and sensation careening through every fiber of her being, every vein, sinew, and muscle. It was overwhelming, flooding her senses. Her body shuddered and twitched. He didn’t stop until he had wrung every last bit of pleasure from her trembling body. She sighed loudly when the pulsing finally stopped then opened her eyes to look at him.
He was so handsome, beautiful really. Connor was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She didn’t want to screw this up. He filled her heart. Made her feel alive. Made her feel beautiful. Whatever it took to keep him she’d do. She’d swallow her pride and follow his rules. She wasn’t about to lose him!
