This post is the fourth and final in this series, written by Mr. S, an old friend of mine. Mr. S is a blogger, but new to blogging in the kinky world. And you can find him on his own blog now – Mr. S Tales and Stories! I know you’ll enjoy his work there as much as I do.

We lay in bed together, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Being told she was mine made her collapse into me in a mixture of being wanted and being cared for. After a while, she looked into my eyes, her own full of pleading want. “May I take you in my mouth Sir?” I nodded and she lowered herself down and gently slipped my cock into her mouth and proceeded to give me what I can only describe as a professional level blow job. Gentle, yet hungry, eliciting a gentle moan from me. Her fingers gently cradling the balls beneath. I don’t know how long I was going to last, but what I did know is that I needed to reassert control. “That’s enough.” she stopped. I smiled, though she didn’t see it.

I lay her on her back, kissing her with more passion and force than before, then with my left hand, I held her wrists together and with my right, slipped three fingers inside her and with little gentleness, worked my fingers inside her, listening to her moans. “Keep your hands there.” she rested them against the board as I kissed my way down here until I replaced my fingers with my tongue. She tasted sweet, a gentler flavour than any woman I had tasted before and I ate with enthusiasm as I left a couple of fingers inside her. I felt her hands on the top of my head and I stopped. I took my head away, removed my fingers and used my right hand to deliver a slap to each breast. I was not as gentle as before. I looked into her eyes, hoping to appear stern, despite how much I was enjoying this power over her. “I’m sorry.” she gasped. I provided another slap, this time between her legs, “Sir.” She yelped, “I’m sorry Sir.” “Good Girl,” I responded, returning to my oral activities and easily slipping my fingers back in as I began licking and fingering until she came once again, harder this time. I rolled her onto her front and encouraged her to get onto her knees as I pushed myself inside her. She cried out gently, followed my a soft pleasurable moan. I moved inside her gently, but I realised that she was sore from my actions earlier and decided to do something else. I moved back, running my tongue from her clit, towards her back, temporarily running my tongue between her cheeks, then up her back, ending on her neck.

After that, I held her. I told her again that she was beautiful. I informed her that she was a good girl, a brave girl and that I was very proud of her. She thanked me and we gently drifted off to while brief, one of the best sleeps I have ever had.

The next morning, we overslept and had to make a bit of a run for it, regarding the room. We checked out and then after a bit of walk around, decided to go for lunch. It was nothing fancy, but it was, a chance to speak to one another, after what had been an intensely erotic evening for the both of us as we realised that the previous night had become something more. There were limits to understand and boundaries to set.

“To start with.” I began “I need you to tell me a word and to give me a hand gesture. “A safe word you can give me and a stopping motion when you can’t use your voice.” she nodded. “But not now, think about it and tell me later.” She smiled, perhaps realising that I was very intent on this being an ongoing thing. “We also need to discuss your needs regarding aftercare.” I held her hand as I said this. “I never want you feeling abandoned, or uncared for, when what we are doing is over.” She smiled again at this. “What you did last night, holding me, talking with me, kissing me. I needed that.” I smiled hearing that. “Do you want to try other things? Toys, restraints and such?” her eyes lit up and a hunger flashed in her eyes. “Yes please Sir.” I nodded back at her and smiled myself. This seemed to satiate the sub in her and we relaxed into a more every day dynamic. Sir and Peaches were in the background, but now we were just two people on a date, starting something together. We promised to message often, talk daily and make this into something real.

Two hours after lunch, she was on the train home. I kissed and hugged her and watched her leave. I was despondent, but somewhere deep I was happy. I would see her again, I would hold her again and much, so so much more. She was mine and I would reclaim her soon.