The first time...

He made her panic, there was no other way to express it. Standing in the room with him, all she felt at the moment was cold raw panic, no she wasn’t being entirely honest with herself, she was curious. Now that didn’t make sense it wasn’t like he was proposing something new to her, hell it wasn’t even like the method was new, do as I say... She bit her lip, and hadn’t she always done just that just as she was told. Hadn’t she always been quick to give whatever was demanded of her without ever really even considering whether or not she wanted it, whether or not she could even bare it? But she was still curious or needed attention or just bloody over analyzed every thought in her head. That was the real appeal of the demands, the freedom to explore, to experiment to touch and feel, without the guilt, the God damned guilt that wouldn’t go away, wouldn’t be quiet in her head.
His confidence was intoxicating, irritating, arrogant and down right alluring. She hated that about this whole confrontation to. She didn’t like being read, couldn’t bear being understood and he just seemed to see right through her. Pressing her lips together she took a small faltering step back as she noticed him approaching her prowling like some half-demonic cat ready to devour her soul. But that wasn’t really what he wanted, just a little play that’s all this was about, a compliant body or willing mouth to fulfill a whim. What astonished her is that she actually seemed to be willing to do just that, satisfy his whim.
She backed off another step as he moved still closer, but this step backed her up hard against the wall. No where to run! She tried not to feel trapped peering up though her lashes, large dark eyes gone wide, a doe caught in the eyes of a wolf, petrified and seduced by a single glance. She had to clear that image from her mind rapidly lest his eyes turn yellow and actually alter in her perception to those of a predator. She blinked rapidly trying to reconnect with reality trying to see the world through rational eyes. Before she had regained her sense of herself he was there one hand hooked under her chin his lips consuming hers. Dizzy, wild, disjointed thoughts clouded her mind and she went weak in the knees. He tasted like honey and risk and his tongue seemed to have more awareness then she did as he plundered her mouth. Response failed her, she braced herself against the wall trying not to melt against him, melting would imply weakness and hunger, pride demanded that she not let him sense desire. Instinct proved stronger then pride and response came quickly if a little tentatively her own tongue snaking delicately too meet his. With a tiny breathless whimper she tangled one hand into his shirt and leaned into him darting the tip of her tongue across his. She was tentative, almost clumsy, but there was a delicate demanding passion to her response, no cowering virgin but rather the timid unleashing of long suppressed passions exploring a world neither fully unknown or fully understood.
He pulled back from her then, smiling down into her dazed eyes, “Not bad Little One but that isn’t what I’m here for.” Moving back across the room he arranged himself with cat like grace into an overstuffed armchair as though it were a throne. He glanced across at her laughing quietly to himself at the way she stood still leaning against the wall breathless and flustered. “I really don’t need any more wall ornaments dear, why don’t you come over here.”
She stepped away from the wall shaking out the length of her skirt and moved across the room hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremble as she walked. His gesture to the floor at his feet was so casual that it didn’t even occur to her to remark on it or even stop to think about it as settled to her knees leaning against his left leg. Her hand snaked almost of its own volition across his right thigh exploring every line of his leg with trembling fingertips. She seemed to be watching herself from outside of her body as she shifted into a more upright position resting her hands on his knees.
He grinned at her a hint of the devil dancing on his lips as he undid his jeans. He leaned back into the chair casually and relaxed letting his legs fall apart perfectly comfortable in the assurance that she wasn’t going to jump or flee that she would part those delectably soft full lips and satisfy his growing need. He shifted his hips upwards as her small hands moved to tug his jeans down. Her nerve seemed to falter her hands trembling against his skin. He smiled at her letting one of his hands drop to cover hers “Trembling? Its not as bad as all that Little One.” He moved her hand guiding shivering fingers as they brushed across his stomach. He released her hand letting it fall against the hot hardness hidden beneath his clothing. He didn’t even bother to suppress his laughter when she snapped her hand back as if she had suddenly found herself within the jaws of a lion. With casual indifference to her kneeling and staring at him with awed and frightened eyes he pushed jeans and boxers down and kicked them away. He began slowly running his hand in long easy strokes up and down the length of his erection his eyes focused on his dazed audience of one. After a while he brushed one finger very lightly over the glistening head of his swollen cock, grinning he raised his moistened fingertip to her lips and watched with distracted amusement as she willingly parted her lips and began gently sucking on his fingertip.
Her eyes fluttered shut, long lashes resting against her cheeks, as she began slowly timidly sliding her hands up the soft warmth of his thighs towards the turgid demanding thickness of his dick. He barely moved, didn’t make a sound did nothing to startle his timid little conquest as she knelt here treading a delicate path between completely submitting to the moment and bolting. His only movement was the slow rhythmic back and forward stroke of his finger against her tongue. Finally her hands connected with his aching erection, he had begun to wonder if she would simply hold off until he finally grew bored with the game of trying to coax a hint of sexuality out of her.
She began this new step of her exploration with the same timid uncertainty as she had everything else. Eyes firmly closed her fingertips carefully traced every inch of his shaft, exploring each vein and ridge as though she meant to memorize every inch of him with her hands. “You know I want to be in your mouth, to feel your sweet lips and this delectable little tongue,” he tapped his finger lightly against her tongue as he spoke. “I want you to suck my cock and you know you’re going to do it.”
Her eyes flew open at the sound of his voice, her hands might have pulled away from him but he caught them. He held her hands each of her wrists engulfed in one of his hands between them looking her in the eyes. “You are going to suck my cock.” There was no command or cruelty in the statement it was simply an acknowledgment of a fact they both knew. Then he grinned at her, “lets see if we can’t settle you down just a little.” Moving quickly he pinned her hands behind her back in one of his, with his free hand he made quick work of the laces of her blouse. He hooked his finger under the tiny front latch of a pink silk bra and pulled it open with a careless gesture. Still keeping her wrists pinned against the small of her back he leaned forward and snaked his tongue along the inside curve of her left breast.
He pulled back a bit to contemplate the sight before him. She knelt between his legs; her wrists pinned to the small of her back. Her carefully cultured untouchable, asexual image was utterly shattered by the tousled disarray of her blouse and reddish hair tumbling down her back. Her shoulders were thrown back lifting the full curve of her breasts towards the exploration of his tongue. Tightly closed eyes seemed to seek to shut out the pleasure she was feeling and wanting to deny. He leaned into her breasts again swirling his tongue lightly around first her left then her right nipple. A shudder traveled across her body and she moaned a choked incoherent expression of pleasure she wouldn’t fully admit to. At that moment she melted, it was literal tangible surrender, her entire body relaxed and tension melted away. With a wicked little smile he caught her left nipple in his teeth biting just hard enough to cause the smallest shiver of pain run through her. Then he let go of her and leaned back again.
Released from his hold she nearly collapsed. Dropping back to sit on her heels mindless of the fact that her still exposed breasts heaved with her heavy breathing. She was blushing or just flushed from the excitement of his touch it was impossible to tell and she looked up at him through her lashes as if seeking instruction or reassurance anything to banish the confusion she felt, but there was nothing. He had returned to lounging at his ease in the chair; head back, eyes closed and erection taught against his stomach, it was as if he wasn’t even aware of her there between his legs. He wasn’t going to tell her to do it, no he wasn’t going to make it that easy, this would be something she did on her own or not at all.

She lifted herself slowly back onto her knees leaning over him. Sliding her hands along his legs she leaned down the ends of her long hair teasing against the skin of his legs and stomach as she descended upon him. She reached out the tip of her tongue slowly darting it lightly against her lips as though even now that she had begun she still sought to delay. Then with a light quick timidly questing flick of her tongue she grazed the head of his cock she pulled back almost immediately. For a moment she hovered above him so that all he could feel was the almost teasing torment of her ragged breathing and the slight brushing movement of her hair. Then with shocking sureness her tongue darted out again circling the head of his cock with a single deft swipe. The confidence of the movement the quick and sudden change of pace was almost enough to shake his composure, almost enough to make him gasp and lose the regal superiority he had carefully cultured throughout the entire encounter.
Biting down on his lip to keep from making any movement or sound she might notice he smiled a bit to himself. When she gets past her nervous faltering she does know what she’s doing he thought as her tongue began moving over the length of his throbbing erection with long slow sure strokes. Where the exploration of her fingers had been delicate feather light and unsure her tongue danced, traced each vein with deft assurance tormented the delicate skin at the base of the head with tiny little flicks that teased and tormented. Her fingers slid like hot silk up his thighs to begin adding their own subtle teasing movements to this sudden assured exploration of her tongue. Fingers suddenly deft and agile rather then trembling and unsure added to the torment tickling lightly against his balls or tracing along behind her tongue. Leaving him torn between basking in delicious torment and just wanting more.
It was almost as if she had calculated precisely the moment at which the scales would be tipped and wanting more would become more driving then enjoying the exploration of fingers and tongue. At precisely the minute at which he was ready to grab at her hair and demand that she stop playing and suck him she enveloped the glistening head of his cock in the warmth of her mouth. She sucked softly at first still teasing a little with her fingers, as she took no more then the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue began working in slow circles around the head and darting past her lips caressing teasingly while her fingers barely encircling his thick cock began slowly stroking up and down the hard length.
Establishing a slow tormenting rhythm she began allowing her hand and mouth to glide slowly up and down his hard length. With each stroke she took more of him into her mouth and shortened the stroke of her hand. The slow steady glide of her mouth was like liquid velvet closing around him. Delicate back and forth movements of her tongue behind her lips increased the soft pressure. She kept moving slow and steady wondering at his stamina, wondering just how long he could last like this before he responded. Before some small sound or movement broke his composure.
 She seemed to have settled into the tempo slow even strokes. It was nearly enough to drive him mad or make him grab her hair and satisfy himself rather then wait for her to decide to speed up. He all but had to hold his breath think of something anything but the soft wet mouth suckling his rock hard erection or the soft quivering movements of her hands on his thighs. He was tempted to reach down and touch her caress her shoulders or move her hair that he might get a better view but he was loath to allow her the gratification of knowing she had gotten to him. Besides it would spoil the mood, any movement or sound on his part any would transfer some of the control established by his regal superiority to the woman kneeling at his feet.
Once again she seemed almost to anticipate his thought, her movements became quicker taking him further and further into her throat. He could feel the tightness of her throat against him, feel her slow quivering breaths as she struggled to accommodate him. He brushed the back of her throat and that broke his composure a shuddering groan escaped his lips. She pressed her lips more tightly against him whimpering slightly at the sound of him groaning. Her whimper sent shock waves of vibration through him and he gave up his resolve to appear passive and relaxed. He tangled his hands into the length of her hair near the nape of her neck and pinning her began thrusting his hips driving himself into her throat. She started to pull back a bit panicked and unsure in light of his sudden aggression. His barely breathed “Mmmm yes,” was like electricity down her spine and she simple curved her tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft and sucked gently against him as he moved in and out of her throat.
It was too much. He couldn’t bear it any longer, all of it, the trembling the uncertainty the trust that he wouldn’t harm her as he drove himself into the depths of her throat. The strange appealing enigma of innocent fear and self-assured tease tormented his mind as much as her tongue tormented his aching erection. Still clinging to her hair he thrust himself as deeply into her throat as he could and with an almost tortured groan he exploded spilling hot seed down her throat. The last trembling moments of his orgasm enhanced by the desperate workings of her throat as she struggled to swallow what he poured into her. After what in her mind seemed like an eternity the last shuddering spasms of his orgasm passed and he collapsed back into the chair. For a few moments she knelt there holding his softening member in her mouth continuing to suck gently for a moment after he relaxed back into the chair.
He smiled down at her. Really couldn’t help but smirk a little when she refused to look up and he could see the blush staining the back of her neck bright pink. She was embarrassed, how entirely precious was that. He reached down hooking his hand under her chin and lifted her face. “You did well little one.” He grinned and still managing to suppress laughter at her bright red cheeks he pressed his lips against hers. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and kissed her a claiming possessive kiss flavored with his own orgasm. Then he released her and leaving her still kneeling on the floor, bare breasted, flushed and flustered. He sauntered comfortable in his nudity into the bedroom and settled himself comfortably into the bed content to sleep happily, satisfied, regardless of whether or not she came to join him in the bed.