Chapter 7 The First Touch

Then he lifted me up, and I felt my insides give way as the water from his body soaked through my clothes.

He laid me down on the bed and spread my legs. I could feel his huge erection against my arousal. I felt my body heating up, every cell in my body burning.

My subconscious told me not to rebel against my master, no matter what he did to me. If he needed to address his sexual needs, as a slave, I had to provide him with my body without reservation.

"Is it tonight?" My voice trembled.

"Just a test." He reassured me in a soft voice, "Relax."

God, I didn't know what he meant by testing. I could not relax; instead I was tense.

As he looked down at me, his deft fingers unbuttoned my dress and then his hands roamed over my purple bra. His movements were slow and gentle, as if he were savouring a piece of cake.

One of his hands went behind my back and lifted the clasp of my bra, and the moment the clasp came off, I felt my breasts pop out of my bra. He pulled out my bra and placed it on the edge of the bed. Then his kisses rained down on my lips, my neck, then my chest. When his kiss landed on one of my breasts, he stuck out his soft tongue and licked it. He sucked and brushed my nipples with his teeth.

"relax."

Without waiting for an answer, he kissed me straight on the lips. His kisses were overbearing and predatory.

I looked up slightly to see his tongue swirl around my nipple, then take it in his mouth and suck. His big hands slid down my inner thighs without a pause, the secret jungle of my lower body was all open to him, and when his hands touched the soft stamens again, I could not help exhaling, and immediately lifted my hips to meet his.

A low exhalation of satisfaction followed, and his muscular chest vibrated in an orderly rhythm against mine.

"I want you so bad, so bad!" The heat of his mouth sprayed over my starved stamens as he spoke, rubbing it against his face, stubble scraping the edges of the tender flesh. The muscles of my thighs shook uncontrollably, and my hands went to my stamens, but he gently pushed them away.

"Girl, you've gone bad." His tone was gentle and sincere, "You should follow my orders."

"Yes, Master." I gasped.

"Good girl, you're so soft and moist!" His voice was hard, and I could tell that he was fighting the urge within him. "Spread your legs, spread them out a little bit, that's it, that's it. Yeah, that's good!"

He reached in with one finger, then two. His fingers explore my pussy, gently massaging.

My body was getting hot, and I was twisting and turning.

Come, I am sick of this.

"Don't bite your lip." He stared at me, "or I can't promise I'll stick something else in you, as much as I want to right now."

Then his warm tongue ran over the stamens of my lower body, irritating my sensitive parts. Halfway through, he did not forget to look up a bit to gauge my reaction, then buried his head again.

The tip of his nose arched upward, and he took the hot tender flesh between his lips and sucked. Pulling away from the side, the tip of her tongue teased deeper. I could not help wiggling my hips upward.

One of his hands was padded behind my back and the other was pressed against my lower abdomen. When he had steadied me, he resumed his rampage against me. I writhed with pleasure, but he would not let me out of his grasp, nor would his mouth cease to move.

"Look at me, Arya, look at what I'm doing!" " he said in a husky voice.

Obediently, I opened my eyes and watched his pink tongue flutter around the tip of the slit, uninhibited and obstructive. I was mesmerised by the waves of pleasure, but Devon kept breaking into his rhythm, his concentration and skill unrelenting.

"Tell me, do you like it when I do this to you?" He asked.

"Yes.." Confused, I replied, "I... I don't know."

"But your body tells me you enjoy my touch." He looked at me, "You just lied. I need to punish you."

"I'm sorry, Master." I opened my eyes and begged him, "Please don't punish me."

"Turn around and stick your ass up." He ordered me.

I obeyed, and the next moment his palm was on my bottom with such force that I could not help groaning.

"Tell me, do you want to be a good girl or a bad girl?"

"Good girl."

"Speak up and tell me."

"Good girl." I yelled.

"Good, now you learn to behave." He took my hand and rubbed it up and down between his legs, while I hung my head sheepishly. Then he allowed my hand to grasp his cock.

His voice trailed off, "Do you want me to stick it in you?"

"I... I don't know." I was incoherent.

"Tell me the truth."

"Yes.."

"You deserve your reward." he said.Let my body continue to lie flat.His hands continued to massage the flesh of my vagina.

Wet water sprayed out, and as I climaxed, he just watched me silently, alone, climb to the top of lust. His mysterious golden eyes stared into the valley between my legs, glassy in the light.

It was the first time my body had ever reacted so violently to being touched by someone of the opposite sex. I felt a little ashamed, but also a little excited. Why should my body feel only for him? Why did I fall when he touched me?

I used to fantasize about leaving my precious virgin night to my mate, but it backfired. I am now a slave, and my fate, even my body, is in the hands of my master.

My body is like a budding rosebud, which my lord has made to blossom with his enchanted hand.

As much as I coveted the pleasure he gave me, I was deeply conflicted. Obedience, only obedience, keeps me alive.