The thought of him stripping me of my clothes made me bite my bottom lip. It was the only way to hold back my moan.
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmm. Such a good girl,” Gerald kissed my neck gently.
Piece by piece, Gerald removed my clothes. Soon I was standing in front of him wearing nothing. My instincts were to cover my body with my hands. Gerald shook his head when he noticed me start to cover myself.
I dropped my hands down to my side.
“Good, girl,” he smiled and then worked my hair out of the messy bun I had put it in this morning.
My blonde hair tumbled down onto my shoulders and back.
“You look beautiful, Kaylee,” Gerald took a step back and looked me over from head to toe. “Stunning.”
“Thank you,” I whispered. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and shyness. His words made me feel beautiful but at the same time, I felt self-conscious still.
“Ready for your reward?” Gerald asked huskily. I looked up at him and nodded. He swatted my ass. I was torn between whimpering and moaning. Who would have thought I was into pain?
“Yes, sir,” I moaned.
“Mmm. That pleases me,” he grinned.
Pleasing Gerald turned me on. My pussy throbbed and I squeezed my thighs together. My thighs were coated with my arousal.
Gerald surprised me when he lifted me up and onto the counter. He took off his button-up shirt and then the shirt he wore under it. He tossed them across the room.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you all fucking day. I was curious if you were smooth or not,” Gerald moaned. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pretty, shaved pussy.”
“Fuck,” I moaned under my breath.
My eyes roamed over his chiseled chest and stomach. He had a thin happy trail that disappeared into his waistline. I wanted to run my tongue over every inch of his body. He was beyond sexy.
Everything about him, had me wanting to skip him tasting me and go straight to him taking me. To say I was horny was an understatement.
Without further hesitation, I opened my legs.
“Fuck yes,” Gerald bit his bottom lip and stared at my pussy. “Fuck, baby. So fucking sexy.”
“Are you pleased with me, sir?” I asked, falling into the character that he liked.
“Very pleased, baby. Very pleased,” he looked at me and grinned. “If you want me to stop at any time just sayBig Apple.”
“Big Apple?” I asked curiously. That was a weird phrase.
“It’s a safe word. I want you to feel safe, Kaylee.” He stroked a finger down my jawline. I closed my eyes to his touch. “Okay?”
A safe word? How deep was he about to throw me into the world of sex? Weren’t safe words for the BDSM lifestyle like I had seen in the more hardcore porn I had stumbled upon on the internet? Like when people got chained up, ball gagged, and spanked with a paddle?
I had given him control, so I suppose ask and you shall receive. SoBig Appleit was.
“Yes… Yes, sir,” I whispered, opening my eyes slowly. Gerald kissed the tip of my nose.
“Ready for your reward?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Lay back and put your legs over my shoulders.”
