C70 Please, Teach Me

“What am I doing?” Annabelle thought as every sensible part of her screamed at her to stop.

“I have to do this,” she reassured herself, without having any idea of what exactly she had to do.

She knew the danger.

She had heard his warning.

Yet she couldn’t stop herself.

Her finger jerked as she touched what had once been a source of pain for her.

She still had no idea why she was not running out of his massive bedroom while screaming the tops of her head off.

She looked up at his face as she heard his sharp indrawn breath.

His face seemed carved in stone as his dark eyes burned into hers.

She felt a sudden dampness in her core and her confusion grew again.

“Why am I feeling this way about him?” She wondered.

What was different about him?

She shouldn’t even be anywhere near him this way.

She tried to remember the many reasons why she shouldn’t trust that he wouldn’t cause her pain, but she couldn’t remember anything but the firmness of the bulge beneath her hand.

He looked like he was in pain.

She looked back at the bulge that seemed to pulse beneath her hand like it had a life of her own and she wondered if it could cause him pain just as the likes had caused her pain before.

She had once read that men only derived pleasure from the act.

Nothing like the terror and fear she had always had when it was forced on her.

She was not feeling terror at the moment though.

She was feeling so many things that she couldn’t explain, but terror was certainly not part of it.

She wanted to ask him if he was feeling pain, but she couldn’t get word past the lump in her throat.

Somehow, as if he knew what she was thinking, he gave her an encouraging nod and that was all it took to build her courage to get back to the task at hand.

Stroking him.

He sucked in his breath over and over again as she tentatively traced her finger over the rigid, hard dick.

She could feel his body go rigid too, but he didn’t move a muscle as her finger continued to mould him in the wonder of why she had suffered so much pain from something that seemed so innocent.

She jerked when he suddenly said, “Take it out.”

Her mind wanted to drag her back into a darkened room where she had been commanded to do the same thing before, but the look on his face grounded her.

She knew he wanted her badly, and somehow she wished she could give him what he wanted, but she knew she couldn't.

She wanted to feel like all those elegant women on magazine covers who looked like they could bring any man to his knees.

Yet she doubted any of those women had been made to kiss or stroke someone while they received slaps and threats.

Annabelle shuddered as her memories poked at her mind.

“I shouldn't be doing this.” She reminded herself again.

Still, she wanted to get over her extreme fear of what hung between a man’s legs.

There was command in his voice when he told her to get his dick out.

Still, he was not cruel.

There was passion in his face, but it was not contorted in that twisted glee she had gotten used to.

There was strength in him, but he was not using it to hurt her or to show her she was nothing but a broken toy of his.

Instead, he held the bedpost so tightly that she could see the veins in his hands pop.

She knew he was the one who could help her do that.

She felt like she was using him, but she somehow knew he wouldn’t mind.

Without a word, she unbuckled his trousers with trembling hands, and he lifted them to help her remove them.

His engorged penis made it a bit hard to get it off him.

But by the time his trousers and boxer were off, she gasped at the magnificence of his dick.

“Oh,” the word escaped her in a shuddering breath before she could stop herself.

“Worried you won't fit?” His teasing tone distracted her, but she couldn't look at his burning gaze for long.

So, she turned her eyes back to what seemed like the least threatening at the moment.

His dick which seemed to have gotten longer and harder in the past few seconds.

Annabelle was sure she would have bolted right there if she was sure that her weakened legs would carry her.

“He is so…”

She was not new to seeing a dick, but none was like his.

Fear trickled into her that there was no way she could take him in, and she just knew she would die if he decided to use force on her.

“Mia Bella, I am getting to the end of my control right there. Do something with it now or get your sweet ass out of that door right now” he gritted out in what should have sent alarms into her brain.

Instead, she felt warmth course through her at the sound of the unexpected nickname.

Strangely, his strained voice was making her bold and she placed her palm on the base of his stomach just shy of his straightened dick.

Muscles jumped in his stomach as he yelled, “Fuck!”

“That's it!” He gritted out as she looked at his strained face. “If you are not out of that door in the next minute, I swear I will fuck you senseless!”

Annabelle was still not sure of what she wanted, but then she knew she didn’t want to run.

She wanted to get rid of this fear in her forever.

So, instead of running, she reached out and touched his naked dick.

He jerked upward.

Then, when she stopped, he gritted out. “Go ahead.”

Annabelle remembered another command she had once been given before.

Without thinking, she leaned forward, put her mouth into a perfect O and wrapped her mouth around his dick.

He swore long and profusely, and she jerked upwards, thinking something had happened.

Then she was distracted by the whitish liquid coming out of his dick.

“Fuck, look what you have reduced me to,” he said in a strained voice without any sign of anger.

He shook his head at her curious look.

Panting, he asked, “Is that all you've got?”

Annabelle was far from done, but she wasn’t sure if she would hurt him with any of her actions again.

So, she said, “Please, teach me.”

His gaze darkened as he grabbed her head and gave her a brutally hard kiss.

They were both breathing heavily by the time he was done.

“Are you sure?” he managed to ask her as he tucked his hair away from her face.

"Once you are mine, there will be no going back,” he growled.

Warning bells rang in Annabelle’s mind, but she ignored them.

She nodded and soon found her breath leaving her lungs as he flipped her over and straddled her.

Then he kissed her roughly while his arms worshipped her body.

She was beginning to get overwhelmed when he swore beneath his breath again.

Then he gentled his touch as he kissed, nipped, bit and suckled his way down her body.

He held her as he rolled over again.

He made her straddle him as he stripped off her top.

Annabelle wanted to cross her hand over her chest but the look in her eyes stopped.

“Did I mention that you are so fucking beautiful?” he said almost to himself.

Annabelle’s head lolled back as he claimed her nipple with his hand, teeth and tongue until she was going out of her mind.

Then he stole her breath away in a consuming kiss again, so thorough that she was floating and barely noticed when he jerked up her skirt.

His finger plunged into her wet core and Annabelle came up with a shuddering moan.

“Oh, baby. When I am done with you, your body will have my stamp all over it.” he gritted out as his fingers fucked her.

Just when Annabelle felt herself building up again, he winked at her and said, “Not so fast, we’ve got all the time.”

Before she could protest, her sides curled as he whispered to her. “I love my taste in your mouth. Do it again.”

She was more than eager to.