After the Pirate Party, my conversations with Rhavin escalated. It was an every morning, most of the day, and every night thing. I told him I was like a junkie for him, and he laughed at my comparison, but the craving for what he offered was unrelenting.
One night, not too long after the party, we were talking and he invited me to come and see him. I took him up on it though it was questionable if I was spotting or not. Unusually rough or deep penetrative sex has the ability to get me spotting for a few days, and I had been after the party. Testament enough to what he is working with for a package, no?
I got there, and we were supposed to watch a movie, or tv, or chat, or something mundane. I absolutely couldn't do it. His smell alone drove me insane, and his touch roaming my body.....his mouth claiming mine while his fingers twisted in my hair and held me still for his oral exploration.
I. Wanted. Him.
He did something new that night. He got behind me and spanked me. I have never felt a touch like his before. Forceful, enough to make me whimper and gasp, enough to leave a handprint......I think at some point in the future that I might be able to cum just by being spanked by him, and I let him know it. The idea of trying excited him. His hand connecting and impacting my flesh made my pussy wet, made everything flutter and contract. I needed and wanted him inside me, and I begged him not to care that I was spotting. He did not. Though some may find it gross, I find it highly erotic that a man can want a woman so much, that there is no circumstance that will stop him from penetrating her core.
It turned out that my body had decided that it was done spotting when it smelled his hormone again. He became Dom that night though, commanded me onto the floor to be on hands and knees. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and pushed my head down to the floor. He fucked me long, hard, and deep then, and almost done, he pulled out and pushed his wet cock into my mouth and commanded me to clean him. Of course I would clean his cock after he fucks me, it is my pleasure to lick every part of his body, and especially so when it is coated with my cream. Our taste together is the finest aphrodisiac.
He withheld his orgasm from me that night, and it was devastating in it's effect. Never, in my entire life, have I left a man unsatisfied. I begged him to let me try again, but he was firm in not wanting to cum. He wanted to keep it from me and leave me wanting. We had a future date of the following Friday, over a week away, and he said he wanted to wait for that day. I went home, a bit sad, but chatted with him every day waiting for Friday. I became a ravening beast, mindful of only one thing.....that he would claim me on Friday. It pulsed in my core like a heartbeat, and no amount of masturbating would quench the need, it would only escalate it to the next level of craving.
Friday finally arrived, and I went to him again. I was so nervous, and so ready, and so intensely wanting him in every way imaginable. He spread down a liner for me to kneel on, fed me his cock to suck, and hissed out his pleasure when it went down my throat. He set his hands on my face and throat so that he could feel the deepness of the penetration in my throat, and groaned when I gagged on the head of him. All those muscles contracting at once around him made him wild, made him want to fuck my mouth. He held me still for him, and fucked my mouth deeply, making me gag repeatedly. It wasn't enough though, wasn't what he wanted. So he took ahold of my shoulder and told me to turn around and kneel over on my pad.
Ass up in the air, head laying on the floor, I gave him my ultimate submission. He wanted me to keep still, to not move, to not shove my ass back on his huge cock and fuck him at my own pace. He held my hips hard, digging his fingers into my waist, and fucked me slowly, maddeningly. One errant shove from me, however, and he was buried and slamming into my cervix. It earned me a spank, but he lost his mind and fucked me full throttle until he exploded inside me. Both of us winded, we collapsed for a minute, and I heard him say "Wow, I guess I needed that more than I knew". Me too baby, me too.
He grabbed my ponytail, and yanked my head up and back, looking for my mouth to kiss. He is fascinated with my long hair, enjoys fisting his hands into it and using it as a lever to hold me still for him. I enjoy it immensely when he plays with my hair...his tugging and pulling a direct highway to my sexual energy. I love kissing him. His mouth is made for hours of kissing and licking. Of biting his lower lip in my teeth and sucking the small pain away. Of sucking his tongue into my mouth the way I love to suck his cock. Of raining kisses on the corners of his mouth, and then licking my way to his neck where he lets me fasten my teeth around the meat of him, right over his jugular. He is a wet dream for me; he is beautiful, and alluring, so sexual and commanding.
We took a break, snuggled on the futon, watched some anime together. Earlier he'd asked me about the floggers, and suggested that he wanted to learn them. So I'd brought them, and he was ready for the first part of the lesson: feeling them on his own skin. I started with my smallest flogger, showed him techniques, outlined good and bad zones to aim for. I showed him how to keep the most control over the weapon, and we moved on to something larger. We went through each flogger, him stoic and unflinching...me apologetic and clinical. He suffered each blow without reserve, and when I was done, held out his hand and waited for me to place the flogger in his possession.
My turn.
He was tentative at first, and I was a bit apprehensive about how it was all going to turn out. But he warmed up my back with my smallest flogger, quickly tiring of it's limitations, and moving on the the long leather flogger. He likes this one, likes the length, the heft, and the grip. He continued to warm me up, and then had me attempt, in my shortness, to hold on to his lintel. Though I wasn't able to grab it firm, I kept my arms raised, understanding that he needed my quiescence. He began in earnest then, the blows landing on my back and ass, and I understood in that moment that he was born to be Dom. The flogger was a natural extension of his arm, and my little crazy laugh emerged, Lilith entirely took over my person and she was THRILLED! She laughed, she taunted ("you hit like a girl"), she goaded, ("is that all you got, bitch?"), and she was satisfied for the first time in a very very long time. She laughed triumphantly as the lash bit into my flesh, left his mark for all the world to see. He came up behind me then and connected his hand with my ass making me scream for him. It burned, and I knew an imprint of his hand would be with me for the week. He let me down, and I fell to my knees then, drunk on pleasure, and incapable of standing anymore. He fucked me hard and long, making me squirt on his hard wood floor. I knew then, and I'm sure he knew as well.....he was meant to be my Dom.
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