A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (8 page)

"I'm
a little nervous, Sir." That was putting it mildly she thought. She felt
as if she was about to taking a running jump off the edge of the Grand Canyon,
having just been handing a bag that might have contained a parachute, but could
equally have been someone's dirty laundry.

Without a
second thought he pulled her into his arms and held her against him. "Just
hang on to me, I promise I won't let you fall." He lifted her into his
arms and her soft gasp of surprise made him chuckle.

The way
she buried her face in his chest was adorable, and made him feel more than a
little protective of the new girl he had been given to train; more so than he
had with any other girl. Silently he vowed to make what was about to happen the
most memorable event of her life; she was gifting him with the most precious
thing she possessed, the least he could do was reward her adequately for it.

CHAPTER FIVE

By the time
they made it to his bedroom Carla was shaking violently. He slowly lowered her
to her feet, keeping his hands under her arms, afraid that if he didn't she
would collapse to the ground. "Sweetheart, if you're having second
thoughts about this we can stop." Though the thought of being her first
was a pleasurable one, he was out of his comfort zone dealing with a virgin.
Even in his vanilla days he had always restricted himself to experienced women.

"I
haven't changed my mind," Carla whispered softly, not sure what she was so
afraid of, she felt safe with the man before her, yet she couldn't shake the
frisson of fear that ran through her. She wished the stupid emotion would go
away so she could just enjoy being there with him.

"Look
at me, honey." He waited until their eyes met before he spoke again.
"I need you to be absolutely certain this is what you want." There
was no way in the world he was going to make love to her if she wasn't
completely on board with the idea, and he knew if she stayed he was going to
make love to her.

The Dom in
him might have wanted to take her downstairs and dive in to all the experiences
that were available to him there, but the man in him demanded that he give her
a night of regular lovemaking for her first time. Something that she would be
able to remember with pleasure for the rest of her life, even if she later
decided that his lifestyle wasn't one she wished to pursue.

Carla
wrapped her arms around his neck and took several deep breaths before speaking.
"I don't think I've ever been more sure of anything, Sir." She
blushed but her eyes met his with conviction. As afraid as she was, the
dampness between her thighs demanded she answer the desire he was waking within
her.

Her
trembling had subsided by then and he felt she could stand without his aid so
he moved his hands up to either side of her face. Lowering his lips to hers he
kissed her deeply. Her tongue tentatively met his and the sweet taste of her
had his body aching to throw her on the bed and take her.

It took
all of his willpower to resist the urge and he broke the kiss with as much
finesse as he could manage. His hands went to the hem of her dress and lifted
it over her head in one quick move.

Automatically
she lifted her hands to assist him in removing her dress, but her hands
immediately dropped to cover her breasts as she stood before him, shivering.
Having his eyes roam over her body, seeing what no man had seen before, was
definitely not helping with her nervousness and involuntarily she let out a
small whimper.

"I
won't let you hide behind your hands, Carla." He smiled warmly as he took
hold of her hands and pulled them away from her breasts, pressing them down at
her sides so he could feast on the sight of her.

She had
the most amazing breasts, he thought, licking his lips as he stared at the
handful sized mounds topped with pale pink nipples. "Fucking
beautiful." He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling
deeply. Holding her hands forcefully at her sides he moved to the other creamy mound,
nipping lightly at the pale peak he enjoyed the gasp he drew from her.

The
pleasurable sensation moved from her breasts straight to her core and she
struggled against his grip on her hands, needing to pull him closer to her. His
hold was too strong for her to free herself however and all she could do was
stand there and enjoy the sensations as his tongue circled her nipple.

He had
planned on taking things much slower, but her body was incredible and he
couldn't stop himself trailing his tongue and lips from her breast to her
navel. From there he kept going until he reached the band of her panties.
"These have got to go, sweetheart." Releasing her hands he quickly
slid the offending scrap of silk down her legs. Lifting first one heeled foot
and then the other he removed the panties; once they were off he tossed them
across the room out of the way.

Carla
suddenly realized that she was completely exposed and panicked at how quickly
things were moving. "Ja-Jason, S-Sir." She bit her lip hard as fear
surged through her and her body trembled.

With an
effort he forced himself to stop and get to his feet, muttering a curse under
his breath at his lack of control. He pulled her into his arms and held her
tight against him, knowing he needed to slow things down. "You are just so
damn beautiful." He lifted her chin with his fingers so he could kiss her
again, but kissing her wasn't nearly enough to satisfy him and he drew back as
her fingers tangled in his hair.

"I
don't want those sexy hands of yours hindering what I want to do with you
tonight, sweetheart." Stepping away from her he quickly unbuckled his belt
and pulled it through the loops.

Her eyes
were as big as saucers as she watched him remove the belt; he could read her
thoughts easily and he chuckled. "Don't worry; I don't plan on using this
on your delectable body tonight." He dropped the belt to the floor and
stepped forward to pick her up, carrying her gently to the bed, where he laid
her down. She had just started to relax when he took out a silken scarf from the
drawer of the small night stand at the head of the bed. "Hold out your
hands," he instructed her.

She
hesitated for only a second and was shocked when he reached down to grab her
wrists in his strong grip. Her heart felt as though it was going to beat its
way out of her chest and she struggled momentarily to free herself, the dark
look that briefly crossed his face was enough to make her stop however.

"When
I ask you to do something, I expect it to be done immediately." Seeing how
she had visibly shrunk on the bed at his look and his words he smiled
reassuringly at her, he didn't want her terrified at that moment. With quick
efficiency he caught her wrists and tied them together with the scarf, making
sure that it wasn't too tight he then secured it to the headboard.

For a few
seconds he watched as she struggled against the scarf. Under other
circumstances he would have gone with the leather cuffs that he kept in the
same drawer, but just then he thought the scarf was the better choice. Though
he didn't want her to get free, she could if she truly wanted to.

"Now
I can have my wicked way with you, without worrying about you trying to stop
me." In her nervousness and fear she was chewing on her lip again, and he
knew if she didn't stop she would draw blood. Tapping his finger against her
lips he shook his head; he smiled with pleasure when she immediately stopped.

 "Now
where were we?" Lowering his eyes he allowed his gaze to roam over her
flat stomach, softly rounded hips and the small patch of downy curls at the
apex of her thighs. She was nicely trimmed and his fingers ached to dive inside
those soft folds. He tugged gently on the curls. "I might allow you to
keep these," he told her, enjoying her soft moan and the way her legs
tensed.

Settling
on the bed alongside her he ran his fingers through her silken folds, pleased
at the moisture her found there, which told him her body was enjoying things
and was ready to continue. He wasn't so pleased by the way her legs
involuntarily closed against the new sensation and he parted her legs, climbing
between her thighs to prevent them closing again. "Honey, if you try and
close your legs again I am going to tie you spread-eagled. I don't really want
to do that tonight, but I will if I have to, understand?"

Carla nodded,
and then remembered that he expected her to answer him with words. "Yes,
S-sir." His fingers began stroking her. It was such an incredible feeling that
her eyes closed and she pushed her hips up, wanting more. It was amazing how
different it felt to have his fingers touching her, compared to her own clumsy
attempts to pleasure herself.

"Open
your eyes, Carla; I want to see what I make you feel." He slowly slid a
finger inside her tight sheath, barely containing a groan at how she gripped
his finger. "Damn, you are so tight, baby."

She forced
her eyes open as he began sliding his finger in and out, eliciting whimpers of
pleasure. When he added another finger she tensed, feeling uncomfortably full;
only a couple of minutes passed however before she become used to the invasion
and she no longer felt as though she was being stretched painfully. The
pleasure returned then and her body flooded with desire.

Sliding
his fingers from her Jason chuckled at her moan of disappointment. He had
worried about how she would react to his efforts to arouse her, but the
responsiveness of her body encouraged him. Emotionally and mentally she might
be uncertain about things, her body however, was more than ready for what he
intended.

While she
looked on, wondering what he was going to do next, Jason lifted her legs, resting
them on his shoulders, as he lowered his head between her thighs.

"Oh
God!" she cried out as his tongue delved inside her, tensing in
embarrassment even as her body arched off the bed to meet his mouth.

His hands
slid under her shapely ass, holding her to his mouth as his tongue lapped at
her, darting deeply between her lips every so often to taste her sweet essence.
Her flavor was incredible and he wanted to drink her like he would a fine wine.

He felt
her body tremble at the overwhelming sensation as his teeth lightly grazed over
her clit and he quickly pulled back. “Not yet, babe." Licking his lips he
slid off the bed and removed his shirt. "I don't want you to cum until I'm
deep inside you."

Carla
gasped for breath as she watched his hands unsnap the button of his pants. His
chest was even more beautiful without his shirt and she wondered what the soft
patch of hair there would feel like under her fingers. His upper body was well
defined, but without the overdone musculature of a body builder, for which she
was relieved.

She
couldn't take her eyes off the figure before her as he lowered his pants and
boxers in one quick move. He was huge, she thought as her eyes widened in fear
at the thought of how he would stretch her body. Her body shook violently as he
opened a packet and slid a condom onto his cock, rolling it down the shaft.

Her legs
clenched together as he rejoined her on the bed, and it took everything she had
to keep her breathing normal. She had thought him gorgeous when dressed, naked
he was a vision.

His eyes
roamed over her again and then met her eyes; he could see the fear there and
knew without her needing to say anything what the cause of it was. He allowed
his fingers to caress her cheek and he smiled in understanding. "Remember
what I told you earlier, sweetheart? Some pain can make pleasure more intense."
She nodded without speaking, but he chose not to correct her on that occasion.

Jason
smiled and pulled her legs apart, despite her efforts to stop him; he then
moved between her thighs so she couldn't close them again.  His cock rested on
her stomach as he leaned forward to stare into her eyes. "Trust me, baby,
a little pain, and then a lot of pleasure."

This
wasn't much different to what she had witnessed in the dungeon the night
before, she thought to herself. If she was going to trust him to tie her up and
whip her, how could she not trust him with something as uncomplicated as the
taking of her virginity? She nodded her head softly, not sure she could speak
right then.

He lifted
one of her legs in his large hand, pulling it around his hip; he took hold of
himself with his other hand and rubbed his head along the length of the valley between
her thighs. Carla's moan changed to a cry of pain as he thrust into her,
burying himself to the hilt in her velvet sheath without pause.

He didn't
relish the pain he caused as she stretched to accommodate him, but knew it was
best to get it over with as quickly as possible. Her eyes remained wide as her
cry subsided and he held still, his cock as deep within her as he could get it,
while she became accustomed to the feeling of him inside her.

Her hands
clasped together as she dug her nails into her own skin, trying to take her
mind off the pain that surged through her. The loss of her virginity didn't feel
as she had thought it would and she was disappointed. "I don't like
this." She was angry that people, especially her best friend, made such a
big deal out of something that hurt like hell. Tears streamed down her face as
she involuntarily tried to buck him off her, wanting the painful intruder gone;
she didn't like the weakness that resulted in the tears, she had thought she
was stronger than that.

He
chuckled at her honesty as she gave another gasp of pain, prompted by her
movement, which forced him deeper inside her, not that he had thought that was
possible. "It gets better, sweetheart, trust me, if it didn't people
wouldn't do it." It pleased him that Carla was prepared to say what she
felt, he liked that.

"I
don't like you right now either." She wasn't happy with him for laughing
and glared at him. Her hips lifted, trying to push him off her, but all she
succeeded in doing was to make the burning pain a little sharper.

"We
must do something about that, and your doubt of my abilities." He couldn't
be angry with her right then because he found the situation almost comical.
Pulling his hips back he slid out of her slightly; her sigh of relief was
short-lived as he pushed back in, slowly.