So the A to Z Blog Challenge officially ended, but I didn’t finish my story, so I’m back! If you’re just finding my blog, you only missed a handful of posts in this story. You’ll want to start with V is for Vacation.
Z is for Zyon Part 4
He took his sweet time, but even as I lay there moaning into the blankets, he gripped my hips with both hands and pulled me back against him. His cock went so deep it hit my cervix. I moaned loudly, almost a scream, into the bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I cried, “Don’t stop, please!”
“I wasn’t going to,” he said gruffly.
I wondered if he really wouldn’t have stopped or if he was just saying that for show. I wasn’t stupid enough to ask, though.
His cock felt amazing. He filled me so completely, so much better than anyone ever had before. It was incredible. I ground my hips back against him, and he had to use his hands to control my movements. “You are a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he asked.
I turned my neck so I could see him out of the corner of my eye over my shoulder, “Yes, Sir, apparently I am.”
“Good,” he said. “I like that about you.”
I grinned, and then his hands gripped me harder, and I felt him pulsing inside my pussy this time. His orgasm took me by surprise, and it seemed like maybe it had taken him by surprise, too, because he seemed to almost fall over as he came.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. When he was spent, he pulled out of me and wrapped me up in his arms again.
I nestled in against him, feeling his warmth all around me.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said after a comfortable silence.
“My turn?” I asked.
“Yes. I got to cum. Now you get to cum.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Yes,” he said in a voice that made it clear that my statement seemed silly to him. “Again, I knew that you were inexperienced, but you’ve had an orgasm before, right?”
“Yeah, of course,” I said, trying not to sound offended.
“Did you get them from your partners or yourself?” he asked.
“Both,” I replied, blushing a little.
“Good,” he said. “Well, you’re going to get one from me tonight.”
For a moment, I was afraid. What if he couldn’t get me off? Not all of my partners could. Or maybe they hadn’t tried hard enough. Whatever the case was, what if he couldn’t?
“Get in the middle of the bed,” he directed, pulling himself away from me again. He produced a small vibrator from somewhere as he crawled between my legs. “Is this okay?” he asked, indicating the toy.
I nodded, biting my lip lightly.
He switched it on, and I could hear the low hum of the vibrations. He slid the toy along my pussy, soaking wet between my own juices and his. When he slipped it inside me, I bucked against him involuntarily. It was smaller than his cock, but the vibrations made it feel a lot bigger.
“Oh yes,” I whispered, not to him, but just into the air.
“Do you like that, little one?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
“Good,” he said. “Let’s see if you like this,” he said, and his tongue flicked across my folds as he found my clit.
He began to lick and suck on it, and I was impressed with how easily and quickly he found it. He knew just what to do. At first, his touch was too light, but as time went on, he pressed his tongue more firmly against my clit, and I could feel the orgasm rising inside me. “Yes, oh god, yes,” I panted. “I’m going to cum, Sir!” I cried. Part of my brain remembered that some submissives had to ask to be allowed to cum. But we hadn’t agreed on that, and he told me he wanted me to cum. That was the whole point. I tried not to overthink it.
My whole body bucked as the orgasm rolled over me. I tried to clench my legs closed, but his strong shoulders blocked me. He held on like he was riding a bull, his tongue never leaving my clit, the vibrator still firmly inside me.
“Oh, no, please, oh god!”
He didn’t stop. He didn’t even hesitate.
“Please, Sir, no, please, stop!” I cried.
He still didn’t stop.
I bucked against him harder, thinking that I couldn’t thrust my hips any harder, trying to get away from him. Was I really powerless to stop him? “Sir!” I cried, my voice hitting a crescendo.
He showed no signs of stopping.
And then it hit me: he wanted me to use my safeword. “Yellow,” I whispered. I wasn’t even sure that he heard me, but then the vibrator switched off, and his tongue flicked more lightly for a few seconds and then stopped.
He pulled back and looked up at me from between my legs. “How was that?” he asked.
I smiled down at him. “Great, Sir. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, little one,” he said, and he crawled up the bed, covering my body with his own, his half-hard cock pressing against my thigh.
“Thank you,” I said again.
He smiled down at me and then kissed me, our tongues touching as his invaded my mouth.
It was a great kiss. It left me wanting more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and would have refused to let go if he had tried to pull away. Thankfully, he let me hold him.
“How do you feel?”
“I feel good, Sir,” I said. “That was incredible.”
“Good,” he said. He rolled off of me and pulled me so that I was resting against his chest. “Was there anything I did that you didn’t like?”
“It’s okay if there was,” he replied. “A lot of submissives are afraid to speak up and tell their Doms if they don’t like something. You have to be able to do that. You have to be able to tell them that you have an issue with something, even if it’s something you’ve talked about before or something that was on the list or whatever. You have a right to change your mind about these activities any time you want. That’s why you have the safewords. I wanted you to use it on that last part because I wanted you to see that you could. It’s important as a Dom to know that you feel comfortable enough to use it when you have to.”
I nodded, trying to take it all in. Master Zyon was giving me a lot of excellent information. I wanted to take notes. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome, little one.”
Now it felt awkward. We’d had our scene, we’d kissed and cuddled, we’d been more intimate than half of my previous partners. But he was someone that my friend had paid to do this with me. Or, do something with me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said finally.
He took me to the bathroom again, and he asked if he could wipe me down. I nodded, and he cleaned me up with a cloth from the sink. When he was done, he started to clean himself.
“May I?” I asked, indicating the cloth.
He nodded silently as I took the cloth from him and washed his cock and balls. It looked like he was having a hard time not moaning.
“How’s that, Sir?” I asked.
“Good,” he said. “Thank you, little one.” He kissed me on the forehead and then stepped back.
In the main room, he handed me my clothes, allowing me to get dressed. And then there was a tap at the door. He went and opened it, and sure enough, it was Suzie. She came in like she owned the place.
“How was it?” she asked, and I think she was asking me, even though we were both there.
“Good,” he said.
“Great,” I replied.
“Awesome!” she declared. “Let’s get you home, Carly, or, well, back to the hotel room anyway.”
“Where are you staying?” he asked.
She told him, and I wondered if that meant he was going to come visit. No, that was too far-fetched, too Rom-Com. It would never happen, I thought. But what if it did?