A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (11 page)

Jason was
impressed as he watched Carla move. He honestly hadn't known what to expect
from her, but it was clear she was a more sensual creature than she thought
herself to be. His eyes stayed on her, watching every move as she rotated on
the spot, raising the hem of her dress again and bending over to show her ass.

When her
small hands rubbed over her heart shaped flesh he found himself wondering who
was leading who; damn she was hot, he thought.

Carla had
no idea where the courage was coming from, but the smoldering look in his eyes
told her what she was doing was what he wanted from her. More than that, from
putting herself on display for him was turning her on.

In single
quick move she straightened up, bringing the dress up with her. Pulling it over
her head she tossed it behind her to Jason. Over her shoulder she saw him catch
it with a smile and almost lost her step as she spun to face him.

She
recovered quickly and continued dancing, swaying again to the music, her hands
tracing over her body for a minute or so before moving up to her bra. She
traced her fingers around the edges of it, slipping first one strap off her
shoulder and then the other.

Her hands
moved round behind her to the clasp of her bra. With the catch undone the bra
slid down her arms and she spun, throwing it with one hand while she brought
her other arm up to cover her breasts. Despite her lack of experience she
managed to time the manoeuver so he got no more than a glimpse of one breast
before they were hidden.

His mouth
watered as he watched her hips gyrate sensuously. With her free hand she pulled
her hair round to the front so it covered her breasts and then she dropped her
arm. He thought her nipple peeked into view as she moved her arm, but he
couldn't be certain, and he shifted uncomfortably as his cock lengthened. She
was turning him on; there was no doubt about that.

Her
movements slowed a little, she didn't want her hair to move and uncover her,
but she didn't stop. She kept dancing, slowly and sensually as her fingers slid
under the sides of her thong and she nudged one side down, before pulling it
back up and repeating the action with the other side.

Lowering
both sides of her thong she turned away, just as the first of her downy curls
became visible. Still holding onto the thong she bent at the waist, slipping it
down her legs with one hand, while the other went between her legs, preventing
him seeing anything. The groan of disappointed longing that escaped his lips
told her the move was the right one and she smiled to herself.

Lifting
her left foot out of the thong she kicked it up with her right, catching it in
her free hand. When she turned back to him she was holding the thong between
her teeth, while her hand still covered her sex.

Feeling
more confident than when she had started Carla moved forward, approaching Jason.
She bent down to him when she got to the couch and he reached a hand up to
brush her hair out of the way; she quickly stepped back, but not before
dropping the thong into his lap, directly over the hard-on she could see
creating a bulge in his trousers.

The
teasing was almost more than he could handle; when she started he would have
been prepared to lay money on her never having done anything like it before. He
needed to see her body, he couldn't wait any longer, and for the first time
since he turned the music on he spoke, "Pull your hair back and move your
hands on top of your head," he instructed. "But don't stop
dancing."

Carla
shivered at the intensity in his eyes and voice as she did as he commanded.
With her breasts bared her nipples reacted to the cool air, hardening to tiny
rose-colored pebbles. She felt more exposed than she had the night before,
dancing just beyond reach, but also more turned on.

A deep
blush stained her cheek and he thought she'd never looked sexier. "Play
with your nipples, baby," he commanded.

Lowering
her eyes her fingers went to her peaks, she hadn't expected such an order and
could only bring herself to pinch her nipples lightly. "Harder, baby, pull
on them for me." His cock was throbbing with need, but he wasn't ready to
take her, yet.

Hesitantly
Carla pulled at her nipples, pinching them until it was almost painful. She
moaned slightly at how the sensation sent unexpected pangs of pleasure downward.
"Sir?"

He
chuckled, liking how responsive she was. "Finger yourself." Her eyes
widened and he grinned; she was obviously desperate for his fingers, but that
wasn't what he wanted just then. When she didn't move quickly enough for him,
his voice took on an edge of anger. "Now!"

She jumped
at the abruptness of his order and immediately slid her hand down her body, her
face burning in embarrassment as she tentatively traced her fingers over her
heated flesh. It wasn't that she'd never touched herself before, but doing it
in front of him was mortifying. She bit her lip hard, not enjoying her own
fingers at all.

"Come
here." He patted his lap, where she sat immediately, glad for the chance
to stop dancing. "Baby, I want to see you get yourself off, and I want to
see it now, so lie down on this couch and get yourself off. Do you understand
me?"

She
nodded, wanting to lower her eyes but finding that she couldn't pull them from
his; she didn't like him being upset with her and it was obvious he was just
then.

"I
asked if you understood me." He wasn't truly angry with her, despite the
tone of his voice, but he intended having her compliance.

"Y-yes,
S-sir." Her lips trembled at the intensity in his eyes as he lifted her
off his lap and placed her on the couch while he stood.

While he
watched she slid her fingers down her stomach and through her downy curls to
her silken folds. Despite her nervousness and concern over his apparent anger
with her, she found her body was reacting to the situation; she was as wet as
he had made her the previous night.

Closing
her eyes she massaged her clit, slowly rubbing her finger over the soft petals.
That was as far as she'd ever gone with pleasuring herself before; it wasn't
enough, she wanted more, her body demanded it, but having an audience inhibited
her and despite her need she held back.

Seeing
that Carla was holding back Jason decided to help her out. "Don't stop, baby,
keep stroking yourself," he told her as he walked over to a cabinet on the
wall and pulled out a vibrating bullet. "Have you ever used a vibrator
before?"

"N-no,
S-sir." Her eyes popped open, instantly zeroing in on the item in his
hand; though she knew a little about sex toys, she had never had any interest
in buying one.

He turned
the bullet on and handed it to her. "Just rub this on your clit, baby."
He smiled and knelt beside the couch, curious to see how she was going to react
to the feel of the toy.

At the
first touch of the cool vibrating metal she jumped, the sensation was unlike
anything she could describe; within just a few seconds she was moaning in
pleasure. No longer thinking about her observer, she moved the bullet around,
teasing her clit with it as she tried to work out the best way to use it to
maximize the pleasure it was giving her.

When she
found the best spot, the one that made her hips buck unconsciously against the
tiny device, she held it there, while the fingers of her other hand traced
their way down between her folds. Without realizing she was doing it she slid
first one finger, and then a second, inside her velvet tunnel. Within a minute
she was pumping her fingers furiously in and out as she came; her chest heaved
up and down and her breath came in short ragged gasps.

She let
the bullet fall from her hand and withdrew her fingers, now covered in her own
juices, as she lay back to recover from her orgasm. It was several moments
before her breathing slowed and she came back to herself; when she did she
blushed bright red, surprised by what she had just done.

"Makes
a big difference, doesn't it, sweetheart," he said, enjoying the
embarrassment she felt at having allowed herself to give in so readily to the
desire her body had felt. One day he would have to show her how beautiful she
looked when she came, but not just then, he had other plans for her then.

"It
does, S-Sir." Despite the embarrassment of having been watched during such
an intimate moment the overriding thought in her mind was, she had to buy
herself a bullet. The pleasure had been too good for her not to want to
experience it again.

He
chuckled. "Now I'm going to show you how to please me." He stood and
lowered his pants and boxers, leaving them around his ankles. "Have you
ever sucked a cock before?" Idly he stroked himself while he waited for
her to answer.

"No,
Sir," she whispered honestly. He was already hard when he revealed himself
and as she had been the previous night she was amazed by his size.

"Give
me your hand, baby," he stood in front of her and wrapped her hand around
his width and covered it with his own.  "This is how I want you to stroke
me," he moved her hand from shaft to head, and rolled the tip in her
fingers then started all over again.

Her
fingers couldn't even close all the way around him and she marveled at the
feeling of softness and steel.  When he removed his hand she continued to move hers
in the way he'd shown her, pumping softly.

After a
few minutes of her hesitant hands he was almost ready to come.  "Open your
mouth and stick out your tongue, baby," he smiled as her eyes widened,
pleased that she still instantly did as he asked.  He held his cock in one hand
and slapped it gently on her tongue.  "Now take me in and suck, sweetheart."

Tentatively
she lowered her mouth over him; she didn't really know what she was supposed to
do, and worried about hurting him as she sucked on the head of his cock like it
was a lollipop. She kept sucking, bobbing her head up and down on him, until
she had a few inches in her mouth.

The taste
of him was unusual, salty, yet at the same time sweet, and not unpleasant, as
she had expected. She was just becoming used to it when he pulled out until
only the tip remained between her lips. Before she had a chance to react to the
sudden withdrawal he pushed back into her, surprising her by going deeper than
the few inches she had been sucking on before.

The extra
length was unexpected and reflexively she gagged as the head hit the back of
her throat. She reached up a hand to take hold of the shaft and stop it going
in so far but he caught it and held it away. "No hands unless I give you
permission, baby," he said, pulling back a little, though almost
immediately he pushed forward again, forcing more of him into her mouth.
"Relax your throat muscles," he instructed, "it will make it
easier for you to take me and you won't feel so much like gagging.

"When
I'm ready I'm going to cum in your mouth, I want you to swallow all of it,
understand?"

She could
only nod since her mouth was full of him and she felt his hand entwine itself
in her hair as he began moving her head back and forth, slowly at first, and
then with more force. She panicked as he pushed deeper into her, and tried to
do as he had told her. She found it difficult to relax her throat though and
she whimpered as he repeatedly pushed the head of his cock against the back of her
throat.

Just when
she had started to become used to him, and was relaxing enough to avoid
gagging, he came, flooding her mouth. The taste was not disgusting, but it was
such a surprise that before she could stop herself she had coughed and spit it
up.

She shook
at the overwhelming intensity of what had just happened and slumped back on the
couch, confused, after he released her hair. Not sure what to think she kept
her head turned away, unwilling to look at him until she worked out how she
felt.

Jason stood
and crossed to the bathroom, where he wet a cloth and cleaned himself up. As he
did so he tried to decide whether he should punish her for not swallowing. It
was something he wanted her to do for him, he got off on it, but if it was
something she was dead set against, he knew he could set it as one of her
limits.

By the
time he had cleaned and dried himself, and pulled his boxers and pants back up,
he knew he needed to talk to her before he made a decision. With a fresh damn
cloth in hand he returned to the couch, where he sat beside her and gently
wiped his seed from her face and chest.

"Why
didn't you swallow when I told you to?" he asked. "I thought you
understood that that was what I wanted."

"I-I
did, Sir, but when you…when you did your thing, it caught me by surprise."
She looked up at him worriedly, wondering if he was mad at her. "I didn't
mean to spit it out, I'm sorry, Sir."

"I
came, baby, you're allowed to say it," he told her. "Does the taste
of my seed make you not want to drink from me?"

"No,
Sir, it was okay, I just wasn't expecting it. Your s-seed," she stumbled
self-consciously over the word, "tasted nice."

He nodded,
pleased that she enjoyed his flavor. "The next time we do this, I expect
you to swallow, do you understand?"

"Yes,
Sir." She had no intention of forgetting.