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Haha time to take a break?
Yeah cannot luh…I myself wet already.
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I bring u wet wipes or new Panties?
You maintain hor I tell you
Chapter Seven
The early morning rays of sunlight fills the room, coaxing me from deep sleep to wakefulness. I stretch out and open my eyes. It’s a beautiful morning, the birds are chirping in the trees, serenading the clouds with their melodies. Beside me, Max is fast asleep. I’m surprised he’s still in bed. He’s facing me, and I have an unprecedented opportunity to study him. His lovely face looks younger, relaxed in sleep. His gentle lips are parted slightly, and his hair is in a glorious mess. How could anyone look this good and still be single all this while was really a mystery to me.It’s tempting to reach out and touch him, he’s so lovely when he’s asleep.
I could gaze at him all day, but I remember I need to use the bathroom. Slipping out of bed, I walk into his bathroom and stare at myself in the gigantic mirror above the sinks. Do I look different? I feel different, a little sore, if I’m honest. There’s an iPod on the sink and I put the earphones in and press play.
Melodious music flows through my ears and I recognize the tune as the instrumental version of Knocking On Heaven’s Door. As the music plays, I look at myself in the mirror. Is this what I want? I’ve given my first time to this guy, someone who makes me feel like a protected little girl outside but ties me up and treats me like a slut when making love. I shudder. I’m bewildered and confused. The good girl in me is back, but I don’t want to give up the naughty side of me as well. I’m supposed to be an academic, I was brought up according to the teachings of the Bible, and now I seek pleasure in getting bound and fucked. I needed answers. I needed to know who I really was, who I really wanted to be. I snuck a peek out at the bed where Max was still sleeping. Did he really love me? Or was it in a moment of passion.
Oh Father, guide me, before I come knocking on Heaven’s door.
I’m starving. I head back out to the bedroom. Max is still asleep, so I leave him and head for the kitchen and gasp. It’s so sleek and modern, mostly glass, marble and metal with a small touch of wood here and there. I check in the fridge, where there are plenty of eggs, and decide that I would make an omelette. I set about making some batter, humming to myself as the music goes on to the next track, another instrumental cover of Metallica’s The Unforgiven. How ironic.
As I prepare the omelette, I think of last night and I grin a big, happy grin. His words, his body, his lovemaking… I close my eyes as my body hums at the recollection, and my muscles contract deliciously deep in my belly. My subconscious scowls at me… you dirty little slut - she screams at me. I ignore her, but deep down I know she has a point. I shake my head to concentrate on the task at hand. Sigh, those guilty feelings that come after sinful pleasure. I try to push all thoughts out of my head and busy myself with the cooking. There’s a small cough and I turn around to face a half-naked Max. He looks both amused and bewildered. I get momentarily stunned, then gather myself and yank the headphones out of my ears.
“Good morning, Miss Koe. I can see you’re very active today,” he smiles, flashing rows of pearly white teeth. I immediately go weak at the knees.
“I slept well,” I reply.
“I can’t imagine why.” He says, playfully. “So did I, after I came back to bed. I also like how you’re not wearing anything under that tee shirt of yours.”
“Are you hungry?” I ask, eager to skip that topic.
“Famished” he says with an intense look, and for a moment, I don’t think he’s referring to the omelette that I’m preparing.
“Would you like me to put some music on so you can continue your… err… humming?”
I stare down at the eggs, knowing that I am turning a deeper shade of embarrassment.
“Please, don’t stop. It’s very entertaining. I like seeing you happy.” His tone is gentle and sincere. Gosh, it was hard not to fall in love with this guy.
I turn and continue to whisk the eggs, probably beating them a little harder than they need.
“How would you like your eggs?” I ask.
“Thoroughly whisked and beaten,” he smirks as he whispers in my ear.
I turn back to the task at hand, trying to hide my smile. He’s hard to stay mad at. Especially when he’s being so uncharacteristically playful. He opens a drawer and takes out two black slate placemats for the breakfast bar. I finish up with the omelette and place it on a plate. I finish up with mine and we dig in.
“This is delicious,” he exclaims. “Perhaps, my kitchen will have another chef inside it soon?”
I smile and bite my lower lip nervously.
“You are very delicious as well, Miss Koe.” he says.
My thoughts are suddenly driven into a crazed frenzy. Is he implying something?
Max notices my reactions and chuckles.
“Please eat,” he says, gesturing to my plate. “you need to replenish some energy after last night’s aerobatics.”
Oh God, this man is unbelievable.
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how apt the music was ta the Unforgiven & Knocking on Heaven’s door
Hahahaha
We both finish eating and look at each other, unsure of our next course of actions. Then Max breaks the silence.
“So, how was last night?” His eyes burn, filled with deep curiosity. He’s really anxious to know how I felt, whether I liked it.
“It was good,” I murmur. “you?”
He takes my hands in his and gently massages the area around the wrists where I was bound the night before.
“Yeah. Me too,” he smiles. “you feeling alright?”
I nodded.
“Do you always do this?” I ask.
“No.”
“Then why me? Are you a sadist?”
He shook his head.
“I just like the feeling of being in control. Of you submitting to me. I get turned on by that, by seeing you at my mercy. You can’t escape me, and I can do whatever I like to you.”
So he had control and trust issues. That explained it.
“You don’t like it?” he asked.
“No, I’m okay with it. Just curious.”
He nodded in understanding.
“So does it mean it’ll be this way every time?”
He looked at me, unsure of the question.
“I mean, are you going to tie me up every time we make love?”
“It’s up to you,” he said. “if you aren’t comfortable then we won’t do it.”
I shook my head. “I don’t mind.”
I must have seemed quite unsure as he didn’t seem convinced.
“You sure? Don’t force yourself.”
I nodded.
“I’m sure. I’m fine with it. Anyways, could you send me home soon? There’s class later tonight and I don’t have my stuff with me.
“Sure.”
We cuddle and engaged in some more heavy petting before Max dropped me off at my house.
“See you tonight, yeah? It’s Clinical Psychology, so don’t forget your notes.”
Such a caring guy. I was smitten.
As I proceeded for my shower, I felt a small sense of satisfaction. I made a guy cum on my first attempt at sex. Hopefully, the rest of my journey would be just as magical as it was last night.
Chapter Eight
“Awwww. It’s so nice.”
I stared at the turntable standing proudly on the display cabinet in the showroom of an audio shop at Delphi Shopping Center. It was a Pro-ject 1xpression Turntable and it had a carbon arm and an Ortofon omb10 cartridge, not the best in its class but the closest to what I could afford. It was a Sunday afternoon and I had dragged Max to one of my favourite hangouts. Max, apparently not an audiophile, was looking bored as hell. I dragged Max into the room and was met by the shop owner whom I had grown familiar with.
“Wah,” he said upon seeing us. “bring boyfriend to listen to music ah?”
We both smiled.
“Yes, uncle. Must educate my boyfriend here about what is music.”
The shop owner laughed and motioned for us to follow him. We entered the room, which was soundproofed and covered by thick, dark curtains. There was a sofa in the middle and a selection of records on the table, but they were not needed. The shop owner already knew what I wanted and came back soon after with it.
“Here. Enjoy!” he smiled and left the room.
“What’s this?” asked Max. “Why do we need to come here to listen to music? Your iPhone don’t have music?”
I rolled my eyes at his ignorance and opened the record cover, which Max took a glance at and chuckled.
“Air Supply?” he asked incredulous. “Seriously babe, how old are you actually?”
I lifted the arm, put the record in and went back to his side on the sofa.
“Just shut up, close your eyes and enjoy okay?”
Then, as the familiar tones started and the voice of lead vocalist Russell Hitchcock filled the room, I leaned my head against Max’s chest and closed my eyes. Air Supply. Me and Max in a world of our own. This. Is. Heaven.
“I know just how to whisper,
And I know just how to cry.
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie…”
I looked at Max, his eyes were closed as he took in the music. I brought my face close as kissed him. He smiled and looked at me.
“You like?” I asked.
He nodded and kissed me back. “Whatever my baby likes, I’ll like as well.”
“Wait for it,” I grinned playfully and stuck my hand into his jeans, feeling my way past his underwear and onto his penis. He looked at me questioningly, then as the lyrics came out and I sang it into his ear, he understood my intention.
“And I know just where to touch you,
And I know just what to prove.
I know when to pull you closer,
And I know when to let you loose..”
Holding his shaft in my hand, I shook it around gently and ran my finger over his tip as I kissed him. He shuddered.
“Oh Vivian..” he murmured.
A few more strokes with my finger and he began to get harder and harder. Then I decided that this was it. I was going to give him head. I didn’t know how to do it properly, but I was undaunted. Moving quickly, I unbuckled him and pulled his hardened dick out. He tried to move but I looked him in the eye and said “I’m going to give you head, and you will sit still and enjoy it.”
He grinned, apparently surprised by my sudden naughty demeanor.
I got on my knees in front of him, bent myself forward and gave it a teasing lick, tasting the sticky liquid that was slowly seeping out. Wrapping my lips around his head again, I slowly but surely began to suck him dry and he let out a groan.
“Ughh.”
I looked up at him.
“Enjoying this aren’t we? I said with a mischievous glint in my eye.
He looked down at me working on his erect phallus.
“Is this revenge for last time?” he asked.
I placed my finger against his lips.
“Shhh.” I teased, running the tip of my finger over his lips. “Or I will have to gag you with your boxers.”
“Ughhh” he breathed out as I fondled his balls. “It is payback.”
I smiled and got up. Bending over at an angle before him so that my boobs were almost exposed, I ran my hands up and down the length of his shaft.
“You’ve been a bad boy, Max” I slurred into his ear. “Bad boys need to be punished.”
“Oh God,” he breathed out. “punish me, Vivian.”
I smiled.
“With pleasure.”
I continue running my hands up and down while toying with his balls as i watch him shudder and convulse.
“You like it?”
“Yes,” he nods. “Don’t stop.”
I get back down on my knees and gives his reddening tip another teasing lick.
“I’m going to suck you now.” I said.
“Yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
Ugh. He was turning me on by repeating the exact same words I said during our previous encounter. That was it. I was going to make him pay.
“Cum for me, Max.” I commanded. “My mouth is yours.”
He needed no further prompting.
“Ahhh yesssss.” he moaned as he reached his climax and shot his load all into my mouth. The sticky liquid is warm and thick, causing me to gag on it and cough.He pulled me in for a kiss, I passed the remaining of his sticky fluid back to him and he swallowed too. We leaned back, exhausted from our actions.
“Oh God, Vivian! You’re fantastic!” he breathed out
I smiled shyly. “Trust me, I had no idea what I was doing. Hope you liked it.”
“I did.”
“I can tell.”
“Thank you.”
I kissed him, long and hard.
“You’re welcome.”
“It’s my turn the next round.” he pouts.
I laugh. “Yes sir.”
He pulled up his boxers, buckled his jeans and I lay on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at him and he looked down, concerned as he stroked my hair.
“What’s up, baby?”
“Promise me I’m the only one who can do that to you okay?”
He flashes that smile once again that makes me melt instantly.
“Of course, baby.”