There's a First Time for Everything

She leaned over to kiss him, her lips barely grazing his. Her breasts brushed against his chest, the tiny silver chain cold against his skin. She slid lower; flicking her tongue over his nipple, then nipped him... hard. Just then, she folded the belt in half, grabbing both ends at the same time, and jerked them apart. The resulting CRACK had him jumping against his bonds. She let loose one end, and softly began to stroke his chest, his thighs with the smooth leather. She licked her way to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Her hands held the belt, tracing the contours of his skin, sliding the hard but flexible strap over his legs, before CRACK! The light slap of the belt against his thigh made him gasp. She moved her tongue lower, licking her way down his chest, placing light kisses around his navel. Still sliding the leather over his skin, letting it warm to his body temperature. CRACK! The belt hit the bed this time, snapping sharply on the covers. She began to pick out a rhythm, kissing her way down his body, punctuating the only occasional strike on his flesh with repeated snaps of the leather against itself or on the bed. In between blows, she let the belt caress his skin. The strap met his skin with more intensity a second time, then a third, the light stings soothed afterward by her lips and tongue. After the third lash of the belt, she tossed it to the side.

"That's enough for now," she murmured. Moving to straddle his body, she swallowed convulsively. "You know it makes me wild to hear you... tell me what you plan to do with me. I thought... maybe you... might enjoy hearing it as well." He could feel her heat above him, could feel her readiness. "Even..." she slid a hand down his chest "if I have a hard time with the words." Her scent drove him wild as she slid lower on his body, biting softly at his nipples once more. He nodded.

"Well..." she began. "First of all, I want to feel you..." Her nails raked over his chest.

"I want to kiss you all over..." She slipped her hand firmly over his hardness.

She stroked him quickly once, twice. "I want to slide my tongue all over you..."

"To wrap my lips around you..." She pressed lower, placing slow, wet kisses over his navel.

"To suck you until you explode in my mouth..." her thumb slid over the very tip of him, making him moan.

Her voice dropped to a soft growl. "And I want to take you inside me, to ride you until I scream."

She slid her body down his, settling between his thighs. Looking up at him wickedly, she ran a teasing finger down his leg. He shuddered, her low pleased chuckle making him groan. Rising up onto her knees, she leaned down to wrap her hand around him again. His eyes flew open, fixed on the sight of her rosy lips hovering just inches away from him, her chest pressed to the bed, her gorgeous backside visible as she kneeled before him. Her eyes locked on his, watching his expression as her head lowered and the tip of her tongue flicked over the velvety soft head.

Fascinated by the look in his eyes, she slid him into her mouth, her tongue sliding along his shaft. Pulling him free of her lips, she twirled her tongue all around, licking him slowly up and down. She blew coolly, gently where she'd licked, just to see him shiver, then plunged him back inside the heat of her mouth. Her lips surrounded him, sucking him deep, drawing him in and out of her mouth. A low growling purr issued from her throat, vibrating against him and making him shudder. Her tongue flicked over the head again, dipping lightly into the hollow at the tip this time, tasting his sweet, salty musk. She hummed in approval as she pulled him deep into her mouth, then let him slide out of her mouth with a small popping sound.

She crawled up his body again, settling herself above him. Slowly she slid herself over him. She drove her nails into his chest as she settled onto him, slick and hot. Despite her readiness, her tightness made his entry almost painful. Fighting for every inch, she lowered herself onto him, the exquisite look of tortured ecstasy on his face encouraging her. He shifted his hips, thrusting the rest of the way inside, sheathing himself within her. She gasped, and raked her nails down his chest. "You're mine tonight. I decide what to do."

He groaned again, nodding. She sat upright for a moment, relishing the feel of his solid length inside her. This was new, uncharted territory for her. Uncertainly, she canted her hips forward, surprised by the burst of feeling that pulsed through her. Intrigued, she slid back again. Oh, that she liked! She leaned over him, rested her hands on his shoulders as she rocked back and forth above him. She looked down at him again, relishing the look of complete lust on his face. Her eyes gazed into his, gauging his reaction as she slid up and down, squeezing his hard shaft within her dripping walls, setting his nerve endings afire. She rode him harder and faster, her breath, his, coming in panting rasps. He was nearly there, she could feel him swelling within her. She moved her hands to his nipples, flicking them hard with her nails as she flexed her muscles, squeezing him tightly within her. The combined pain and pleasure had him arching back into the pillows, his arms tensing against his bonds, his eyes rolling back as she brought him gasping. She could feel his body tensing, bucking beneath hers as he exploded, bursting inside her, pumping her full of his essence.

She continued to rock herself over him, but slowed her movements, easing him back from the razor edge of bliss. As he came back to his senses, was able to breathe again, she looked down at him and grinned. "Happy, Happy Valentine's Day Sugar!" He nodded weakly, gasping when she tensed herself repeatedly, squeezing him with delicious pressure as she slipped off him and settled against his side.

"I suppose I should let you go now," she giggled, tickling his sides a bit as she spoke. "But that was pretty fun, the being in charge. I can see why you'd like it."

"You could untie me," he agreed. "I wouldn't be able to move anyway. At least not for a while. Maybe not for a day or two."

Crawling over his body, she stretched to untie the first restraint. He didn't move, even when her breasts passed right above his face. No sooner had she untied the second restraint though, than he sat up and tossed her onto her back. "Hey!" she protested weakly. "I thought you were tired!"

"So I exaggerated," he laughed. "I couldn't leave my little honey tart unsatisfied." His eyes raked over her prone body as his finger traced circles around her breast.

She blushed hotly. "I didn't think you'd notice," she muttered. "It's ok, you don't have to..."

"Oh, I want to," he finished for her. "And I will."

Slowly, he shifted his hips until he pressed himself between her thighs. Poised at the entrance to her body, he reached for the silver chain connecting her nipples and gave it a gentle tug as he buried himself inside her in one smooth thrust. She whimpered long and low as he began to move in long, writhing thrusts, watching her, listening to her mewling cries. She wrapped her legs around his back, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pushed against her, grinding her into the bed, glorying in her responsiveness before beginning to plunge in earnest, rotating his hips slow and hard inside her. Every stroke, every pass made her cry and writhe as he pushed himself into her. She began to push herself up to him as best she could as his hands curved up to close over her breasts, teasing her tortured nipples gently. Harder and rougher, he rolled himself over her, thrust himself into her. Nearly at the edge again, he began to pound his body fiercely against hers, harder still, and deeper. Faster. Throbbing. Pounding. Filling her, pumping himself into her.

With a flick of his fingers, he released the clips from her nipples. "Come for me!" he commanded. Her nails raked down his back, scoring his skin as the feeling rushed back and the pain hit. A harsh scream tore from her throat as a devastating wave of pleasure crashed over her body. She reached higher and higher levels of ecstasy as he continued to plunge in and out of her. More screams spilled from her as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her, her back arching upward, her cries singing in his ears. Without warning, a guttural growl burst from his throat as he exploded deep within her, flooding her weeping walls once more, drenching her with his warmth. His eyes went dark as he tensed against her, pulling her recklessly hard onto him, pushing himself relentlessly into her, emptying himself inside her. Her body quivered, milking him dry as she pulsed and throbbed around him.

When he could breathe again, he wrapped his arms around her and gathered her close. She snuggled into his body, resting her head on his shoulder, content as his fingers stroked her hair.

"I suppose there's a first time for everything. Now that," he chuckled softly, with that sinful little laugh of his, "was a great Valentine's Day present." Exhausted, nearly asleep in his arms already, she agreed, and sighed.

"Yes, Master."