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“I said, look at me, Josie,” I said, my voice low and gruff. “Look at nothing and nobody but me.”
I was stern, but patient. She was a new pet. It would take time to break her in, time we probably didn't have together. It was a shame since I really wanted to make her mine. She was a rare gift, and I lamented the fact that I'd only be able to play with it for a short time.
I slipped a finger into her panties, and she gasped. Now was as good a time as any to explain safe words to her, I figured.
“If at any time, you want me to stop,” I said, “You need to remember a safe word. Something other than no or stop, because those words get tossed around too freely sometimes and I don't want our lines to be crossed or blurred. I want to be sure you are comfortable at all times and know that you have the power and control to stop everything that’s happening.”
She nodded.
“How about our safe word? “Crimson,”” I said, winking at the woman sharing my elevator.
I held her chin with my fingers, forcing her to make eye contact with me. She stared into my eyes and again, she nodded. I saw the fear in her eyes, but I also saw the glimmer of excitement. The spark of something more—lust, perhaps? Anticipation? I wasn't sure, but I could tell that she was excited.
The elevator stopped, and Crimson walked out with the man in tow, smacking his ass and telling him to hurry up. Josie started to follow her out, but I stopped her.
“Not yet, my pet,” I said.
I pressed the button to close the doors, and Josie remained in the elevator with me. Before pushing a button to go up another level, though—the level I was staying on—I pressed her against the back of the elevator and kissed her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth.
She gasped, and at first it felt like she might push me away, but her hands were balled up on my chest and then slowly, she unclenched them, laying the palms of her hands against me. She didn't push me off. Instead, I found her mouth welcoming to my tongue, and I savored the sweet coconut taste of her.
That I enjoyed the taste of the drink was one reason I ordered that drink for her, of course. The other reason was because it was non-alcoholic. In my opinion, when you dabble in BDSM with a new sub, you never want their inhibitions lowered. You wanted them to be in the moment, wanting it, craving it not because they were drunk or high, but because they needed you in the most primal way possible.
And judging by the way Josie reacted to my kiss, I knew she was already under my control very willingly.
I slipped a hand up her dress and played with her pussy some more, teasing her warm, tight hole before plunging a finger into her depths. I felt her tense up, her pussy clenching around my finger. I smiled as I drove my digit in even further. Fuck, she was tight. Too tight to even be real. I pulled back and stared down at her.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked her.
Josie's eyes grew wide, and she shook her head, then slowly nodded. It was as if she were conflicted about whether or not to tell me the truth.
“Umm, yeah,” she whispered at last.
My lips curled up in a salacious grin. The very idea of filling her tight, virginal pussy with my cock turned me on more than anything in the world. To take control of her, to help her discover her body and the absolute depth and breadth of sexual pleasure for the first time was a heady feeling. Damn, I knew there was something special about her.
“That's not a problem, is it?” she asked, biting her lower lip. “I mean, some guys think it's weird, but—”
“Not at all,” I said, stroking her cheek. “As long as you want to be here, I'll gladly fuck your tight little cunt all night long.”
Josie hesitated for a moment and then nodded her head slowly.
“I want you to say it, pet,” I said, my voice stern but I made sure to stroke her cheek, letting her know that I would take care of her. “I need to hear you say it in your own words.”
“I want—” she stopped and looked away.
I grabbed ahold of her chin and forced her to look me in the eye.
“Say it,” I said.
“I want to have sex with you, Gavin,” she said.
“Better, but that's not good enough, Josie,” I said. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want you to beg me for it.”
Her face turned a bright shade of red that wasn't found in nature. I could tell she would struggle with such crude language—she was a good girl, after all—but there was nothing sexier than making a good girl go bad.
“I want you to—” she said, trying to avoid my gaze as the flush in her cheeks deepened, but I forced her eyes on mine. She lowered her voice, “fuck me.”
“Good girl,” I said. “Still room for improvement, but we’ll get you there.”
