“How do you do that?”
“Safe words. Red means stop, period. If someone keeps doing something after you have said red then they are not doing something you consented to anymore. You are always in full control of what happens.”
“I see.”
“Tell me what you are going to say if I do something you don’t like.”
“Red.”
“Good girl.” His hand grazed her cheek and she smiled, the words had loosened something in her.
He took a deep breath, “Would you like to take off your dress?”
Sophie reached for the cleverly concealed zipper then paused, feeling awkward. “Are you planning on hav**g s*x with me?”
“If we both think that’s a good idea we may, but if not, then no.”
Sophie had to bite her lips shut to keep from blurting out she had never wanted sex so much in her whole life.
Undressing was the hardest thing she had ever done. The dress puddled on the floor, sighing softly as it fell onto the tops of her shoes. She bent over and picked it up, laying it carefully across the back of the chair that sat in one corner. Kane eyed her body with real appreciation, her high firm br**sts were capped with light pink n**ples, her belly was concave and her waist narrow. The constant walking had built muscle into her flat lean thighs and the curve of her h*ps and outward thrust of her ass were covered by a pair of boy shorts so abbreviated pale crescent shaped slices of her ass showed below the lace bedecked hem.
Her fingers trembled as she ran them across the top of her panties. She swallowed hard, wondering if she should leave them on. They were wet and sticky at the junction of her crotch and she felt the red flush on her face as she stood there, undecided.
Kane saw her fear, “You may leave them on if you like.”
The words, the permission to keep them if she needed them, allowed her to decide. She pulled them down and it hit her halfway through the process that she had no idea of how to do that in a sexy manner. She felt awkward and a little silly and a small giggle escaped her, dissolving her tension.
She held the panties in her hand, weighing the small scrap of lace and fabric for a moment. She took a deep long breath and opened her hand, allowing them to fall to the floor as well.
“I want you to lie on the table, on your back. I know you’re new to this so I want to go very slowly.”
She lay on the table, her limbs trembled and her breath came in hard short gasps as he fiddled around in long metal case and then plugged a thick black electrical cord into the wall. A glowing purple light appeared and she stared at it.
“It’s a violet wand. Just relax.” Kane ordered.
She did, the words were an order despite being couched in a soft tone and for some reason her body responded to that by doing as he said. Her stiff muscles loosened and her crotch grew damper.
A buzzing sound made her jerk sideways. Kane made a soft soothing sound and then lowered the wand to her shoulders, running it slowly down along her arms to her hands.
The low charge made her skin tingle, she gasped as her nerve endings responded to the tool. Kane switched to the body contact, electrifying his entire body so that wherever he touched her a low tingle followed.
He cupped her br**sts, flicking his fingers across her n**ples. They tightened until they were almost painful. When the wand touched her crotch she shrieked, then burst into giggles. Kane switched attachments, using a large glass comb to rake through her hair, sending odd and exciting prickles through her scalp.
When the light from the wand shut off she was instantly bereft but Kane leaned close to her ear and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She wriggled against the hard surface of the table. “I liked that very much.”
He chuckled, “The violet wand is terrific. Would you like to try something a little more intense?”
“Yes.”
“Turn over.”
She did. Her face lay against the table, her stomach tightened with anticipation as his hands ran down her back, her ass and legs. His nails scratched lightly at her should blades then he kneaded her ass cheeks. The massage was heavy, almost brutal. His hands were powerful and she lay there torn between pleasure and pain, low whimpers escaping her throat.
The first slap took her by surprise and she screamed; a short sharp burst of sound. A second slap landed on the opposite ass cheek, leaving a warming and burning sensation behind that made slippery fluids pour out of her p**sy.
Confusion swirled in, did she really like being hit? She had hated it when her foster father had done it but right then it felt good, she wasn’t sure why. She was not even sure that she wanted to know why.
She arched her ass upward, silently pleading for more and Kane smiled. He used the palm of his hand, varying the strikes so that he was hitting different areas, reddening the peach like halves of her ass.
He could see the delicate seam of her a**hole, the glistening threads of come that had slid down her inner thighs and the pink flesh that peeked at him from under the neatly trimmed thatch of coarse black curls. He wanted to run his fingers along that space, to feel that dampness and the heated flesh there but he wanted to know she wanted that first.
Sophie was lost in a sea of endorphins and lust. Her h*ps bucked and jerked, her n**ples scraped against the surface of the table and her ass quivered and jiggled under the blows. Small moans came from her mouth, a counterpoint to the sounds of flesh hitting flesh. A pulsing friction had begun in her walls, she did not know what it was but she wanted more of it.
“I want to touch you.”
The ragged pant made her realize that he was feeling the same things she was and she whispered, “I want you to touch me, too.”
“Ask me for it.”
She could not form the words for a few moments, asking for sex, wanting to ask for sex, was beyond her comprehension. When she could get the words to leave her tongue they were strangled and almost inaudible, “Will you touch me please?”
Kane knew that was a major triumph and did not push her. He slid his fingers up, stroking the sensitive area between her ass and p**sy, making her grind her mound against the table.
“Turn over.”
She did, not even thinking. He rubbed his fingers against the hardened bud of her clit, enjoying the expression of ecstasy on her face. “Is that all you want?”
“No. I …I want…” She couldn’t finish the sentence and she didn’t have to. Kane pulled her body lower and then he knelt between her legs. He parted the delicate flesh of her labia, opening her so that his tongue and fingers could pleasure her.
He gently sucked on her clit, the slight pressure making sensation explode inside of her. His fingers stroked at the entrance to her tunnel, teasing her until she begged. Her voice cracked and broke as she pleaded with him to touch her, to put his fingers inside of her.
He slid one into her walls, not surprised at the tightness of them. He had known she was not very experienced. He thrust gently into her, loosening her slightly as his tongue worked faster and harder. The rhythm became faster, her legs strained and ached, the muscles in her neck corded and sweat ran down her face.
“Oh please, please, please,” she moaned, not sure what it was she was asking for, only that she needed it.
“Come for me right now.” Kane could feel his own lust reaching a nearly unbearable peak. His prick strained at the zipper of his jeans and he had to resist the urge to stroke that hardness.
Thick white come spurted from her coral folds, filling his mouth with salty sweetness. His fingers were gripped and released as she contracted and relaxed in the throes of her orgasm.
He moved up, holding her close, dampening his desire in order to ensure that she was okay. Long moments passed, Sophie lay there in a golden languor, her face buried in his neck. The scent of his cologne and a richer, muskier scent filled her nostrils and she sighed contentedly.
Eventually she became aware of the feeling of his c*ck pressed against her. She had never liked that weight, that stiffness but she liked his. She wriggled her h*ps closer experimentally and he growled out, “I’m human, if you keep doing that I am going to f**k you.”
“Good.” The boldness of that one word shocked and excited her. “I want you to.”
She watched as he stripped off his clothes. She let her eyes wander over his strong shoulders and muscled arms, flat belly and the thin strip of black hair that ran from his navel into the waistband of his jeans. When he tugged the zipper down his hard dick sprang forth, the head already swollen and purple.
Kane watched her as he stroked the shaft with his fingers, he knew he was longer and wider than most men and he wondered if he would be able to penetrate her without hurting her.
He climbed up on the table with her, using his hand to guide his hot c*ck to her slit. He rubbed the head in the thick oils there, lubricating himself, the silkiness of her fluids made pleasure course through his body, he unrolled a condom onto his organ and then carefully slid a bare inch inside of her.
Sophie could feel his girth, it frightened her a little but he waited for her to decide she was ready, a move that made her fears subside. She lifted her ass off of the table, gliding her soaked slit further along the throbbing thickness of his organ. She could feel the stretching sensation but the friction that his member was generating made every other consideration disappear.
Kane tried to hold back but her tight and oiled channel urged him on and he closed his eyes, pushing forward in slow increments until he was buried deeply inside her. They began a slow but demanding rhythm, one that left them both gasping with pleasure. Passion rose and crested and Kane thrust harder, the muscles in his ass cheeks flexing as he held himself up on his strong forearms, looking down at her face. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth parted, he could see the gleam of her teeth behind her scarlet lips. A thick red tide crept up her neck and lower jaw, her teeth clenched together and her heels dug into the table as she writhed and drove her h*ps into his.
“Good girl,” he whispered to her, “That’s a good girl, give it to me. Give it to me right now, come on my cock. Show me how much you like this.”
She came. The orgasm was sudden and intense and it left her gasping and sobbing as it rolled through her body. She could feel his ass tightening and his back muscles growing taut below her grasping fingers then his c*ck twitched and jumped inside of her as his seed spilled into the condom.
They lay together, their bodies cooling. For a long time Sophie wasn’t aware of anything else, then slowly she became conscious of the fact that there were people gathered in quiet clumps around the door and that all of them were looking on with eyes that said that not only did they approve of what had just happened, they were turned on by it as well.
Shame hit her. She had been f**king in public like a common whore. Tears streaked down her face and she tried to shove him away. Kane, seeing what was distressing her, slid off the table and asked, in quiet tones, if he could please have some privacy for his sub’s after care. Those words acted like a magic spell, everyone vanished. Sophie huddled on the table, bent over in an attempt to hide her nudity and he reached for a small blanket that lay on top of the stack of them at the head of the table.
He wrapped her in it and smiled at a young girl who brought in a tiny tray with a bottle of water and few pieces of chocolate and a paper plate filled with cut fruit. She winked at him and left silently.