so much differently when you’re really asleep… Misty ,” he said coyly.
My eyes opened starkly. He used my name. He did not call me Precious or Princess. He called me Misty. What did this mean? I turned my head to look at him and then looked down remembering, no looking or speaking unless he gave permission. I wanted to wake up gradually not be pulled awake or slapped for disobeying. I pulled my hand from under my chin and wiped at the corner of my eye.
“How are you feeling? And please look at me when you answer.”
“Groggy, wet, and tender.” I said, as I looked over at him.
I watched a smile form on his face. He reached over for the remote and turned the station to soft elevator music. Didn’t he like music with words? He stood and walked over to the sofa. All I could think is… what now?
He lifted my feet and sat down on the sofa, then scooted up close until his hip wedged up under my thighs and my legs were sprawled across his lap. He took hold of my hand and held it in his softly. He was looking at it but the expression on his face said he was thinking about something.
“Thank you, ” he said so soft and tenderly. I’m sure he noticed the puzzled look on my face, even though he never looked up from his fingers as they caressed the backside of my hand.
“You may speak freely, the training is over…for now.” He slid his fingers from my hand up my arm slowly. His e yes followed his fingers till he got to my shoulder and then his gaze met with mine.
Everything about the look on his face expressed warmth, tenderness, care and compassion. He trailed his fingers up the side of my neck softly and then into my hair.
“Why did I thank you?”
“I don’t know , Sir.”
“I thanked you for your submission, what you gave to me freely in the bedroom. It was beautiful. It only happens like that once and you allowed it to happen with me.”
I felt pressured to say something, but I had no clue what to say to something like that. I wasn’t even sure of what he was talking about completely.
“When you didn’t think, when your mind and body acted as one. Did you think before you blurted out yes Sir, when I asked you to touch yourself if I released your wrist? No, you did not. Did you screech or protest when entered your virgin asshole? No, you did not, even though I know it was painful and indeed caused some discomfort.
“You gave in to my control of both your mind and body and your sweet little pussy convulsed and squirted out joyfully not just once but twice as I claimed you. The way you breathed, the way your body moved, the way your breasts flushed so deeply, it was beautiful. The satisfied smile on your face as I removed the cover from your eyes was most beautiful of them all.”
My mind was in shock and I had no idea what to say.
He continued to just look at me, touch me softly and tenderly. He slipped his hand down between my thighs and probed his fingers into the folds of my tender lips. I flinched and he hushed me, leaning down and kissing my left breast lightly while he slathered his fingers in the mess of wetness. He lifted his head and put his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked them as he pulled them from his lips. Then he kissed me tenderly but deeply, turning to cup both hands to my face. I found myself willingly returning his kiss as my arms wrapped around him.
He adjusted himself so that he was lying between my thighs. His hands softly combing through my hair as he looked down at my face.
“I like this, this warm look in your eyes and the soft glow on your face, the way your hair flows so smoothly from your shoulders. You have an adorable little freckle on your upper lip.” He paused, kissing my lips tenderly.
“Misty, do you trust me yet?” he moved his head back some as he said it, and looked right into my eyes.
I am sure my face went stark as my hands stiffened a little.
“Don’t think about it, don’t analyze it. Just say what you feel right now.” He whispered
My eyes opened starkly. He used my name. He did not call me Precious or Princess. He called me Misty. What did this mean? I turned my head to look at him and then looked down remembering, no looking or speaking unless he gave permission. I wanted to wake up gradually not be pulled awake or slapped for disobeying. I pulled my hand from under my chin and wiped at the corner of my eye.
“How are you feeling? And please look at me when you answer.”
“Groggy, wet, and tender.” I said, as I looked over at him.
I watched a smile form on his face. He reached over for the remote and turned the station to soft elevator music. Didn’t he like music with words? He stood and walked over to the sofa. All I could think is… what now?
He lifted my feet and sat down on the sofa, then scooted up close until his hip wedged up under my thighs and my legs were sprawled across his lap. He took hold of my hand and held it in his softly. He was looking at it but the expression on his face said he was thinking about something.
“Thank you, ” he said so soft and tenderly. I’m sure he noticed the puzzled look on my face, even though he never looked up from his fingers as they caressed the backside of my hand.
“You may speak freely, the training is over…for now.” He slid his fingers from my hand up my arm slowly. His e yes followed his fingers till he got to my shoulder and then his gaze met with mine.
Everything about the look on his face expressed warmth, tenderness, care and compassion. He trailed his fingers up the side of my neck softly and then into my hair.
“Why did I thank you?”
“I don’t know , Sir.”
“I thanked you for your submission, what you gave to me freely in the bedroom. It was beautiful. It only happens like that once and you allowed it to happen with me.”
I felt pressured to say something, but I had no clue what to say to something like that. I wasn’t even sure of what he was talking about completely.
“When you didn’t think, when your mind and body acted as one. Did you think before you blurted out yes Sir, when I asked you to touch yourself if I released your wrist? No, you did not. Did you screech or protest when entered your virgin asshole? No, you did not, even though I know it was painful and indeed caused some discomfort.
“You gave in to my control of both your mind and body and your sweet little pussy convulsed and squirted out joyfully not just once but twice as I claimed you. The way you breathed, the way your body moved, the way your breasts flushed so deeply, it was beautiful. The satisfied smile on your face as I removed the cover from your eyes was most beautiful of them all.”
My mind was in shock and I had no idea what to say.
He continued to just look at me, touch me softly and tenderly. He slipped his hand down between my thighs and probed his fingers into the folds of my tender lips. I flinched and he hushed me, leaning down and kissing my left breast lightly while he slathered his fingers in the mess of wetness. He lifted his head and put his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked them as he pulled them from his lips. Then he kissed me tenderly but deeply, turning to cup both hands to my face. I found myself willingly returning his kiss as my arms wrapped around him.
He adjusted himself so that he was lying between my thighs. His hands softly combing through my hair as he looked down at my face.
“I like this, this warm look in your eyes and the soft glow on your face, the way your hair flows so smoothly from your shoulders. You have an adorable little freckle on your upper lip.” He paused, kissing my lips tenderly.
“Misty, do you trust me yet?” he moved his head back some as he said it, and looked right into my eyes.
I am sure my face went stark as my hands stiffened a little.
“Don’t think about it, don’t analyze it. Just say what you feel right now.” He whispered
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