True story: Meeting James – Chapter 5: James returns and changes his relationship with Melanie
I excitedly waited for my classmates to walk down the steps of the large amphitheater style auditorium and file out the door. It was 11:00 a.m. on Friday, my last class of the day, and I was felt so anxious I couldn’t stand myself. James was in town and we would be spending our first full weekend together. His flight landed at eight this morning and I wanted to skip my economics and finance classes so I could meet him at McCarran, but James would have none of it. Unfortunately, he had asked for my schedule and knew when my classes were and wouldn’t let me skip class to meet him. I loved how he took an interest in everything I did, even from 300 miles away, but this was one of the times that I wish he wasn’t quite so involved in my academic life.
My finance professor smiled at me as I walked by his desk and I smiled back brightly and wished him a good weekend. He was a sweet old man who was quite talented at nonchalantly checking me out, much more so than some of my other professors who looked at me like I was on the menu.
I was almost giddy with excitement as I walked towards the parking lot. I had packed my weekend garment bag and had it waiting in the Land Rover. I found it so difficult to concentrate in my classes. Thank God the professors only lectured today and I didn’t have to take a quiz or test where I really would have had to be focused. I had waited a whole month to see James and even though I did a pretty good job of keeping my romantic feelings for him in check, I really did miss him and I couldn’t wait to see him.
I had just reached the parking lot when my phone vibrated in the back pocket of my short jean skirt. I retrieved it and looked at the caller ID. I smiled when I saw it was Gianna.
“Hi pretty girl,” I said, “How did your test go?”
“I think I did really well, despite someone keeping me up late last night,” she said, sexily.
I smiled to myself. Gianna had been spending about three nights a week at my apartment since I had met her three weeks ago. I had tried to let her study as much as I could for her test last night, but I had to admit that I found it extremely difficult to keep my hands off of her when we were together.
“I’m so glad that you did well, despite my constant distractions,” I said, laughing. I could hear her giggling on the other end.
“How did your classes go Mel?” She asked.
“Both of them went good,” I said, “the professors mostly lectured, but they make it really interesting and I love the subject matter.”
I didn’t want to tell her that I was finding it difficult to concentrate because I was thinking about James coming into town. We were getting more serious and our significant others were a touchy subject at times. She was spending a lot of time with me and her boyfriend still didn’t know about me, or the fact that she was bi-sexual.
“Are you heading to the Bellagio now?” She asked.
“Yeah, I just got to my car when you called.”
“I will let you go then,” she said quietly.
I could hear the longing in her voice and it made me feel bad. At the last minute her boyfriend had to go out of town to see his family in Utah and Gianna couldn’t go with him because she had to work Saturday night. With her boyfriend gone, we would have been able to spend a lot of the weekend together, but because this was my weekend with James, we couldn’t. It was unfortunate how things happened to work out.
“We’ll have other weekends together, I promise,” I said regretfully, trying to ease the pain that I could hear in her voice.
“Mel, really, it’s fine. I want you to have a great weekend and don’t worry about me ok.”
“When you’re not working, just hang out at my place and study and relax,” I said.
I had given her keys to my apartment the night before so she stay there and get away from the noise and bustle of her roommates. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but I realized that giving her a key to my apartment was a big step for us. It wasn’t like we were moving in together, but still; it made me realize just how close we were getting.
“I will,” she said.
There were a few seconds of silence before I heard her speak again.
“I know it’s asking a lot, but would you text me a few times and let me know you are ok.”
“Gianna, I’ll be fine. But yes, I will,” I said softly.
“You can text me too so I know you are staying out of trouble,” I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.
“I will Mel,” she said softly, “I’ll talk to you soon.”
It felt like there was something else she wanted to say, but maybe I was wrong.
“Talk to you soon honey, bye bye.”
I slid into the leather seat of the Land Rover and paused for a few seconds before I turned the engine over. Things with Gianna were becoming complicated, more complicated than I ever would have imaged. What I thought would be a fun night of sex seemed to be turning into a lot more. I had been hooking up with a lot of different girls since I had moved to Las Vegas. But since I had met Gianna, I had only been with her. She had told me several times that I was the only woman that she was seeing, so I guess that made us exclusive.
I took a deep breath and put her out of my mind. For the next couple of days, it was going to be about James, and once he was back in Los Angles on Monday, I could try to mentally sort things out concerning Gianna and the feelings I was developing for her.
It was a quick drive from the UNLV campus to the Bellagio. Because it was the middle of the day, traffic was light, even on the normally congested Las Vegas Strip. I had the sun roof open and the sun felt warm and inviting on my face as I enjoyed the beautiful spring day. As I pulled into the valet station I could feel the butterflies in my stomach start to churn. I shouldn’t be nervous, but I was.
The valet attendant checked the Land Rover in and took my bag to the bell captain station and directed me to the front desk.
The front desk attendant smiled sweetly at me, “Welcome to the Bellagio, are you checking in?”
“I’m a guest of Mr. James Moretti,” I replied shyly, as I slid my driver’s license to her over the counter.
She typed on the keyboard for a few seconds then said, “You’re in the Penthouse Suite on the 36th floor. I’ll have your bag brought up to your room directly,” as she slid my driver’s license back to me along with a keycard.
“I hope you enjoy your stay with us Ma’am.”
I smiled brightly at her. It struck me funny being called Ma’am considering we were probably about the same age.
I took the elevator up to the 36th floor and found the room. I used the keycard to open the door and walked into the entry way. I instantly noticed the opulent marble floor and the beautiful Victorian décor. I walked into the living room and on the table were a dozen long stem red roses. I opened the card which read:
“These Roses are almost as beautiful as you, J.”
I smiled as I read the card. He thinks of everything I thought.
I kicked off my sandals and walked into the master bedroom as I explored the large suite. There was a large, four post king size bed in the middle of the room and I smiled to myself thinking that the bed was probably going to see a lot of action this weekend. Right off the master bedroom was his and her bathrooms. I loved the decadent décor of the suite, it was a truly beautiful room and I could see why James chose to stay here.
I was just about to open the door to what I thought had to be the walk-in closet when I heard a knock on the front door. It must be the bell captain I thought, bringing up my bag.
I opened the door and two men were standing there. One was the bell captain with my large bag and the other was James standing behind him. He smiled brightly when he saw me open the door.
I stood aside as both of them walked through the door and James quickly pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket to tip the bell captain and he quickly scurried away giving us some much needed privacy.
I squealed as I ran into his arms and hugged him. I felt him wrap his arms around me as we kissed passionately.
I was so excited to see him I could barely speak.
“I thought you said you had a lunch meeting?” I said excitedly. “I never thought you’d be here so early, but I’m so happy to see you.”
“I cut the meeting short,” he said between kisses. “There is this beautiful blonde that I’ve been waiting a month to see.”
As he pulled me to him I could feel the growing bulge in his suit pants press against my stomach. As we kissed I reach down and gently rubbed his fat cock through his pants.
“You don’t seem to be the only one who’s happy to see me,” I said sexily.
As we kissed he quickly moved me to the master bedroom. Between kisses we fumbled with each other’s clothes, trying to remove them as quickly as possible. In a few seconds he had my T-shirt off and my bra on the floor. I worked on his tie and dress shirt as he unbuttoned my jean skirt as I felt it slip down my thighs and off onto the floor as I stepped out of them. I felt him slide my thong down my legs as I got his belt and pants undone. As we passionately kissed, he kicked off his socks and I reached down, continuing to rub him through his boxer’s. There was a big wet spot soaking through them as his pre-cum leaked out of his cock. He really was happy to see me I thought. It made me wonder if the last time he had sex was last month when we were together.
The thought quickly left my mind as he roughly pushed me back onto the bed. He quickly removed his boxers and his big, thick cock sprang free. I opened my legs wide for him as he quickly dived between them, his mouth instantly latching onto my wet sex as I felt his tongue slip inside of me.
My head rolled back on the pillow and I moaned as his tongue licked the walls of my vagina. It felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my body as he swirled his tongue over my clit. I gently ran my hands through his salt and pepper hair spurring him on. God, he had such a talented mouth I thought.
He moved his head back away from me as I felt him insert two fingers into my pussy and arch them upward causing me to instantly gasp and cry out. His tongue instantly found my clit as he licked over the hard little bud.
Almost instinctively I started to grind my pelvis into his face and ran my hands through his hair then I pushed his head hard into my pussy. I never do that with women because I found many of them don’t like that aggressive of a move. However, men seem to love it and it lets them know you like what they are doing.
He roughly thrust his fingers in and out of my body as his tongue swabbed my clit which sent me over the edge. I closed my thighs around his head as I violently shook as the waves of pleasure washed over me.
As he saw me come down and regain control of my body he moved up to me and we kissed softly and I tasted my pussy on his mouth which instantly turned me on.
“Straddle me Melanie, I want to taste you again,” he whispered huskily.
I straddled him facing away as I moved my hips back until my pussy was level with his mouth. His big cock was twitching and pulsing on his stomach and I leaned down taking it into my mouth as he groaned in pleasure. I could taste his pre-cum as it dripped copiously out of the head as my mouth made contact.
I wasn’t particularly fond of the 69 position, but it was ok I guess. I loved giving and getting oral sex, I just liked to concentrate on one or the other. Gianna liked to tease me that when I was in the 69 position with her, and I got close to orgasm, I’d stop reciprocating so I could enjoy her talented tongue and deny her the pleasure of mine. I guess she had a point because I knew I did that, even if it was unintentional.
I took James cock deep into my mouth as I felt his tongue lick the walls of my vagina sending shock waves through my body. I felt him wrap his arms around my thighs and his mouth locked on my pussy causing me to gasp and cry out as his cock popped out of my mouth. Remembering Gianna’s gentle teasing I took him back into mouth, intent on giving him pleasure too, not just receiving it.
I concentrated on his cock pumping my head up and down on him hard, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then start to slide part of the way down. Simultaneously, I felt his lips make contact with my clit and then I felt his tongue lick over it. I gasped, causing his cock to pop out of my mouth again as I felt my orgasm starting to build. I gently grabbed his cock at the base and slowly worked my hand up and down the long shaft, but his tongue was too much. I cried out as another strong orgasm rocked my body as I released his cock from my grip. I collapsed on his stomach and shook until the intense waves of pleasure subsided.
When I regained my senses I turned around, continuing to straddle him, but I wanted to face him instead of look away from him. I loved watching his face when we had sex, it made it so much more intimate and erotic and I wasn’t going to deny myself that.
I leaned in and took his face in both of my hands and kissed him hard. His mouth and face were covered with my juices. I felt him reach around me and take his cock in his hand and I scooted back on his stomach until I felt the head of his cock press against my vagina. I felt the tip split my lips and he found my opening and then he moved his hips forward and sunk himself into me. I gasped and cried out as he opened and filled me. God, a month… I realized just how much I had missed his cock.
We started in a slow, steady rhythm and I put my hands on his chest and closed my eyes, concentrating on that amazing cock inside of me. I could hear him moan as I squeezed the muscles in my vagina as a thin layer of sweat covered both of our bodies.
I grinded myself into him and he stopped thrusting, allowing me to control the pace. I moved from side to side causing his shaft to rub the walls of my vagina which felt amazing. I squeezed him harder as I moved myself up down on him. I felt that familiar feeling coming on as my orgasm was starting to build. I grinded on him harder and leaned in to kiss him as my orgasm washed over me as I cried and moaned as he started to slowly thrust into me.
Just as I regained my senses, as I felt his hips start to buck as he pushed himself harder into me. I squeezed him again and I felt him gasp as my muscles caressed his cock inside my body. I squeezed harder and felt him tense up.
I thought of reaching down and rubbing my clit which I knew would cause me to orgasm with him, but instead I just concentrated tightening my muscles as I watched his face intensely as I felt his semen powerfully squirt inside of me. I loved seeing that look of pleasure on his face as he achieved orgasm. It made me feel wonderful and I had a sense of pride knowing I was able to give all that pleasure to him. Watching him release brought back all of those romantic feelings that I felt and that I tried so hard to stuff away for the past month.
I gave him time to recover and once I felt his cock start to soften inside of me, I slid off of him and moved so we were in bed together face to face. It was so intimate and passionate being in bed naked with this man that I such strong feelings for. We were motionless and silent for several minutes as I studied every contour of his handsome face. He looked to be so deep in thought and I wished that I knew what he was thinking about.
He had such a serious look on his face and I could tell that there was something important on his mind.
“What was your childhood like?” He said softly.
I knew he was thinking about something serious, but I had to admit that this question took me a bit by surprise and I thought for several moments.
“For the most part, it was really good. I have three older brothers, so between them and my father, there was always someone looking out for me,” I paused for a moment, thinking.
“Sometimes it got to be too much though. I felt like I was under constant surveillance so there were times when I wanted more freedom.”
“Is that why you moved to Las Vegas to go to college, to get more freedom?”
“Yes,” I said softly, pausing for a moment to reflect again. “My mother is very controlling and we argue almost constantly, and we aren’t very close. She wasn’t happy that I moved to Las Vegas.”
I paused again as I collected my thoughts and then continued.
“I had a full academic scholarship to USC, but turned it down to move here. She wanted me to live at home so she could keep me under her thumb.”
I paused in deep reflection, and then continued.
“My parents wouldn’t speak to me for six months after I moved here. My father finally called me and we reconciled. I do talk to my mother a little, but not very much. It’s easier not to talk to her than to fight with her constantly,” I said.
James reflected on my statement and then said, “So your relationship with her deteriorated when you were in high school?”
“I think it started earlier than high school,” I paused, deep in thought.
He could tell I was starting to get uncomfortable as I divulged more information about my childhood.
“Please continue Melanie,” he said, in a bit more of a demanding tone.
“I was very rebellious, even at a young age. I was constantly getting in trouble at home and I always found a way though to do what I wanted, and if I got caught, then so be it.”
“What happened when you got caught?” He asked.
“My mother had my father spank me,” I admitted sheepishly.
“I never respected her because she wouldn’t discipline me herself and part of me hated her because I felt like it was her getting me in trouble with my father until……”
I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. It was so difficult recalling these memories. Memories that maybe I had subconsciously locked away? James waited patiently until I continued.
“……Until I realized that I enjoyed him spanking me,” I lowered my head, deeply embarrassed from what I had just admitted.
I could feel the tears trickle down my cheeks. I looked down, too embarrassed to look James in the eye as I spoke.
“When my father took me over his knee I felt secure, protected, and loved. My father is such a good man; I know there was nothing sexual in his mind when he spanked me. He only wanted to correct my behavior and I think, in part, appease my mother and give me the discipline that she wouldn’t.”
I paused before I continued.
“To him it was only discipline, but to me it meant so much more. I have such a close bond today with my father and I know it’s due, in part, to being spanked by him. He told me that the six months when we weren’t speaking were the most difficult six months of his life.”
James looked thoughtfully into my eyes as if he had finally had an answer to a question that he couldn’t solve. He waited patiently for me to continue.
“It wasn’t long before I started misbehaving on purpose just so my mom would tell my father to punish me, and the more he spanked me, the more I liked it,” I paused, in deep reflection.
“I’m not sure how old I was, but one day I had done something on purpose to upset my mother and when my dad got home he told me that I was getting too old for spankings and from then on when I got in trouble he was going to ground me. I know this must sound abhorrent, but I had a profound sense of loss when he stopped spanking me, like one of the most important things in my life was taken away from me that day, something that I’ve never been able to get back.”
There was silence for a few moments, both of us deep in thought.
Then James looked into my eyes and said, “When we met last month it took me about an hour, but as we talked and as I learned more about you, it was very obvious to me that you were submissive, I just didn’t know until now where your submissive nature came from.”
My jaw dropped open in shock, how dare he call me submissive.
“I’m a strong, independent, confident woman James, and I do what I want, when I want,” I snapped.
I watched as his lips formed a wicked smile. “You’re young, reckless and in need of direction and guidance. Because you are the youngest, and female in a mostly male household, you were allowed to walk over your family and manipulate them, and it shows in your immature behavior, that combined with your looks and physique, you think you can walk over people and get whatever you want, don’t you?”
How could he say such hurtful things to me I thought, my anger multiplying exponentially with each passing second.
“You’re a bastard,” I screamed with venom in my eyes. “You have money and you buy me things and you think that gives you the right to control me and say and do whatever hurtful thing you want.”
I threw the covers up in his face as I moved to get out of bed and away from him, I didn’t have to stay and listen to this I thought. Before I knew it, he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.
“Look at me Melanie,” he said in a low growl so menacing that it sent shivers down my spine.
“Who maxed out her credit cards buying a designer dress and Prada shoes?”
“Who goes to clubs and buys drinks and parties and then begs her parents for money?”
“Those are the behaviors of a spoiled brat child, not a strong, confident woman that you claim to be.”
“Go Fuck Yourself!” I screamed. “I don’t have to stay here and listen to your shit!” I spat, as I defiantly looked at him with daggers in my eyes.
I started to try to pull away from him as he very calmly overpowered me and pulled me towards him and then powerfully swung me over his knee. I started kicking and screaming as he held me down, pressing my stomach onto his muscled thighs.
“Let me go now James,” I demanded. “You don’t have the right to……..”
My words were interrupted as I felt a stinging pain on my ass as he brought his open hand down on my cheek. A loud smacking sound echoed throughout the suite. I cried out and tensed up just as another blow landed on my other cheek. I kicked and screamed and howled in pain as he brought his hand down on my ass over and over.
“You’re going to learn which one of us is in charge in this relationship Melanie,” he said calmly, as his hand continued to rain down on my ass.
The slapping sounds echoed throughout the suite and I knew from experience that my ass was turning a dark shade of crimson red.
By the tenth whack I had stopped kicking and screaming and I felt his hard cock press against my stomach. I laid on his lap motionless as his open hand rained down mercilessly on my ass over and over. I felt the tears pouring out of my eyes as he continued to relentlessly punish me. All of my senses were heightened and it was as if I could feel every nerve ending in my body. My desperate cries turned into soft moans until the only thing left for me to do was concentrate on his hand fiercely meeting my ass. I quickly lost count of the whacks as my body went limp over his and I stopped fighting him and accepted his control over me.
As quickly as the spanking began, it abruptly stopped. He must have given me between forty to fifty whacks with his hand and my ass had long gone numb. I lay motionless on his lap, softly crying and whimpering as he began to speak.
“Who do you belong to Melanie?”
Only a few seconds passed between his words and mine.
“I belong to you James,” I said, between soft muffled whimpers, my voice barely above a whisper.
I grunted as he roughly shoved two fingers inside my soaked pussy.
“Who does this belong to?” He said, slowly, methodically.
“It’s yours,” I said, whispering.
He roughly shoved his fingers in me deeper and harder, making me cry out.
“What’s mine Melanie?” he said, in a slow, menacing tone.
“My pussy, it’s… it’s… yours James….” I said, whimpering.
He extracted his wet fingers from inside my vagina and rubbed them over my anus, causing me to shiver and tense up.
“Who owns this Melanie?” He said in a low, husky tone.
“You do,” I said, in a low voice that I’m sure he had to strain to hear.
“WHO’S IS THIS?” he said, in an angry voice, as I felt his finger slipped partially into my rectum, causing me to tense up.
“My ass is yours James,” I said, in a mortifying, embarrassed tone.
James then slapped my face, causing me to let out a humiliating moan as I felt him push his finger a bit deeper into my rectum causing me to cry out in intense pain.
“Who owns that slutty mouth of yours, Melanie?”
“You do James,” I said softly, in a mortified tone.
I felt completely humiliated and broken. I felt the power and complete control he had over me. Amazingly, I wasn’t scared or apprehensive. A calm and peace came over me that I hadn’t felt since childhood. In the midst of this incredible upheaval that was taking place, the world felt right.
“Let’s get one thing clear right now Melanie so you have no allusions and there are no misunderstandings. I buy you things and do nice things for you for one reason and one reason only: Because I want to, and because I can. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, I understand James,” I said softly.
“I am in control here and I run things, do you understand that Melanie?”
“Yes, I understand James,” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.
“When I tell you to do something, no matter what it is, you will do it, without hesitation, and without question, and do you understand that?”
“Yes, I understand James,” I said softly.
He stood up and threw me face down onto the bed. He grabbed my ankles and roughly pulled me back until my long legs were dangling off the bed. I cried out as he roughly pulled my red ass cheeks apart, fully exposing myself to him. He reached over to the nightstand and opened up the drawer and pulled out a small tube of liquid.
I watched over my shoulder as he silently removed the lid and squirted a large dollop of the tube’s contents on my rectum. I moaned softly, as the cold content of the tube was a stark juxtaposition to my burning red ass. I grabbed the sheets tightly with both hands as he slowly worked the cool liquid into my asshole as my whole body tightened up.
“Relax,” he growled.
I took a deep breath and tried to release the tension in my body as I felt his finger slide in and stop at the knuckle, and then, with a little gentle prodding, I gasped as he worked his finger past the tight ring as it slipped the rest of the way inside of me.
He paused for a few moments, letting me get used to the feeling of having his finger inside such a forbidden place. Then slowly, he eased it in and out for a few minutes, until he could work his finger in and out with relative ease.
I then felt him add a second finger. The pain was sharp and immediate as I cried out. Again, he went slowly, allowing me to adjust to this new experience. Very slowly he worked both of his fingers in until I could feel them buried deep inside of my rectum. Again, he let me adjust to this new sensation. After several moments he began slowly working his fingers in and out of me at what must have been a snail’s pace, but definitely didn’t feel like it to me. I buried my head into the blankets as the intense burning and pain was replaced by a feeling of hot pleasure. He moved his fingers in and out of me for several minutes until he was able to extend and then retract them in and out of my body with relative ease.
Suddenly, I felt his fingers slip out. Startled, I looked behind my shoulder just in time to see him squirt almost all of the remaining contents of the tube onto his shaft and then use his hand to rub it over his thick cock until it was shiny. He then held the tube over his cock and worked the last few drops out of the tube and onto his large bulbous head.
In a low, husky voice he said, “Spread your ass cheeks apart Melanie.”
Nervously, I obeyed his command and very gingerly placed my hands on my burning red ass cheeks and very slowly pulled them apart, exposing my asshole to him.
He slid forward and I could feel the head of his cock touch my anus as I shivered and tensed up.
“This is going to happen Melanie, one way or another,” he said in a low growl. “However, it will be much more pleasurable for you if you relax and don’t fight it.”
I took a deep breath and tried to relax and release the tension from my body. I felt a sharp pain surge through my body as he pushed the head of his cock against my anus. I cried out as he pushed harder as I felt it pop inside my body.
I started to breathe deeply in and out as I felt him gently push forward as the head of his cock reached the tight ring in my rectum as his progress was thwarted. I kept panting, trying to relax as I felt him push forward slowly and I gasped and cried out as the head of his cock sunk deeper inside of me. He took it slow, letting me adjust and get used to the feeling and slowly and methodically worked more of his cock into my rectum.
My ass burned and the pain was so intense. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to take it. I kept breathing deeper as I gripped the sheets until my knuckles were white. He continued to push deeper and make progress until I felt his balls rest against my ass and I knew he was all way inside of me. I cried out, partly from a sense of relief, thankful that he wasn’t any larger than what he was, but also I felt a sense of pride because I was able to take the pain and give him what he wanted.
I had never felt anything like this before. I felt so full. A finger or a tongue was nothing compared to this. Thankfully, he was motionless and let me adjust to the feeling of having him there.
He then slowly started to move his hips backwards, I cried out at the surge of pain from his movement. Just as I thought he went too far backwards and his cock would pop out, he gently moved forward and I gasped as the sharp pain and burning returned. I buried my head back in the pillow and gripped the sheets hard again as he moved agonizingly slow in and out of me.
Tears started to form in my eyes, the pain was just too much, I wanted this to be over, and I just couldn’t take it. I wanted to give him this, something I’d never given any other man, but he was asking too much, he just couldn’t ask this of me. I started to panic… then…. suddenly….
The intense pain and burning almost miraculously went away. It was replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure and accomplishment. I had gotten through it!!! I had done it!!!
All at once an erotic feeling came over me. What we were doing was so forbidden, so naughty, it made the whole experience that much more intense.
James was still moving at an agonizingly slow pace, because I knew he didn’t want to hurt me. He was such a harsh, demanding, dominant man. But, he had been putting my need of comfort above his need of pleasure. I knew he did care about my feelings, maybe in his own way though.
I reached behind and rubbed his leg gently and said, “James, I’m ok, just a little bit faster.”
He smiled at me and said, “Ok Melanie, but we need to keep it slow for a bit. I want to make sure you are used to this.”
I felt him very slowly increase the pace and I instantly felt a surge of pleasure. His cock felt so big, God, this felt so good. I tried to let him control the pace, but I couldn’t. I had to have more of this intense feeling.
I leaned back and began to meet his thrusts as our bodies slapped softly together. I think my movement surprised him. He slowly picked up the pace even more and a rush of pleasure surged through my body. I was tempted to rub my clit, but I resisted the urge. I wanted to try to reach orgasm without touching myself. I very gently squeezed the muscles in my ass and I heard James groan, obviously increasing the sensations he was feeling. That added pleasure instantly sent me over the edge and I cried out and my entire body shook as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.
Thankfully James didn’t orgasm as he continued to fuck me through mine as my senses returned. This was so intense and so nasty, and I was incredibly happy that this ride wasn’t over yet. Every few seconds I’d squeeze the muscles in my bottom just to tease him a bit and each time I did I could feel him tense up and I could hear him gasp. After a few times, he realized what I was doing.
“You’re just a wanton little minx, aren’t you?” he said, smiling at me.
His gentle chiding spurned me on and I began pushing back against him hard, meeting his thrusts. Once he saw that he wasn’t hurting me, the gloves came off. I felt his hands on my hips and he began to use my body for extra leverage, just has he had always done during vaginal intercourse.
I felt him pick up the pace, and he began slamming into me hard, and I felt the increased pain from his thrusts. I tried to squeeze him again, but his thickness made that too painful. That was an advanced move that I wasn’t ready for, I thought. As he continued to thrust in and out of me, I felt the friction from our bodies touching my freshly spanked ass. I felt incredible pleasure from the very intense sex we were having mixed with the pain of him rubbing against my bottom and soon I felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.
As the onset of my orgasm approached, I felt him tense up and for a moment I thought we’d orgasm together, but then I felt him slow down and he was able to hold his off as my body tingled and exploded in the waves of my release. I buried my head in the pillow and moaned loudly as my orgasm rocked my body and I shook uncontrollably.
I had amazing orgasms with James during vaginal intercourse, but they seemed so much more powerful and intense during anal sex. I had been curious about anal sex for a long time. Of course the boys I dated in high school all of them wanted me to let them try it, but I refused. I was afraid of the pain, and maybe it was just too intimate of an act to try with someone that I didn’t fully trust. I was so happy now that I had waited and gave the last of my virginity to James.
As I recovered from my orgasm I could feel James slowly moving in and out of me. He had waited until he knew I had regained control before he started pounding me hard again. I moaned and gasped feeling his powerful thrusts. There was nothing gentle about the sex we were having now. It was hot, raw, nasty fucking and every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. The harder he slammed me the more I pushed back against him taking every bit of it. There was pain from his hard trusting, but also a different and very intense pleasure that I had never felt before.
I was gasping, the pleasure was intense, I was couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
Almost subconsciously I uttered, “Yeah, just like that, fuck me harder, I want to really feel it James.”
He continued to pound me extremely hard and I felt his hand move off of my thigh and he brought it down hard on my freshly spanked red ass. I screamed out in pain as I felt him start to tense up and I felt his hot cum squirting deep in my bowels. Just as he reached orgasm I slid my hand down between my legs and rubbed my clit which instantly sent me over the edge.
My orgasm was so intense I passed out for a few seconds. When I regained consciousness I was flat on my stomach with James on top of me and both of us were gasping for breath. After a minute or so I felt his cock start to soften and it slipped out of my ass as he rolled beside me and pulled me up to him as we spooned tight.
As James held me my mind was whirling at the speed of light and I struggled to make sense out of the emotions I was feeling. I always knew that James was controlling and dominant. As I recalled our time together I realized I knew full well the type of man he was, and I wasn’t put off by it. In fact, it was exactly the opposite: It was why I felt such a strong attraction to him. No matter what situation we were in, he had it under control there was a certain type of liberation I felt by giving that power to him.
I knew I didn’t have all of the pieces of the puzzle yet, but some of them were starting to finally fit together. I had finally found a man that was strong enough to take control of me and call me on some my bullshit.
I was snapped out of my deep thoughts as I felt James’ cock inadvertently rub up against my freshly spanked red ass causing me to slightly moan in pain. My stinging ass was an instant reminder of what happened when I tried to match wills with him and there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that the minute I crossed him I would be over his knee again.
As I continued to reflect on the afternoon’s surreal turn of events, I realized that I had found the very thing that I didn’t even know I had been wishing for. It also instantly reminded me of the old adage, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.
Parent Post: Meeting James by melanieatplay
- Meeting James - Chapter 2: James and Melanie spend their first day together
- Meeting James - Chapter 3: Last day in Vegas, Melanie reveals her past to James
- Meeting James - Chapter 4: Melanie comes clean to her friends and meets Gianna
- Meeting James - Chapter 5: James returns and changes his relationship with Melanie
- Meeting James - Chapter 6: James and Melanie Explore Sin City
- Meeting James - Chapter 7: Melanie and Flame continue their evening together
- Meeting James - Chapter 8 - by melanieatplay.
- Meeting James - Chapter 9 - by melanieatplay
- Meeting James - Chapter 10.1
- Meeting James - Chapter 10.2
- Meeting James - Chapter 10.3
- Meeting James - Chapter 10.4
- Meeting James - Chapter 10.5