Chapter 5 #3
He does, pulling back slightly before sinking in again. Each slow thrust helps my body adjust, accept, welcome him. The pain fades completely, leaving behind building pleasure as he finds a rhythm.
"You feel incredible," he groans, forehead pressed to mine. "So tight. So perfect."
His words send heat spiraling through me. I'm doing this. Actually doing this. And it feels nothing like I feared and everything like I hoped.
"Faster," I breathe, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"You sure?"
"Please, Malik. I need more."
He complies, increasing his pace while still maintaining control. One hand slides between us, finding my clit and circling with practiced precision. The dual stimulation pushes me toward another peak.
"I'm close again," I gasp, surprised by how quickly my body responds to him.
"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."
The second orgasm hits harder than the first, intensified by the feeling of him inside me. My inner muscles clench around him, drawing a groan from deep in his chest. He follows me over the edge moments later, hips stuttering as he finds his own release.
We stay connected for several heartbeats, both breathing heavily. When he finally pulls out, I wince slightly at the tenderness.
"You okay?" he asks immediately, concern evident.
"More than okay." Tears gather in my eyes, surprising us both. "I never knew it could be like that."
He gathers me close, pressing kisses to my hair. "Happy tears?"
"Very happy tears." I laugh through them. "I just... thank you. For making my first time exactly what I needed."
"The honor was entirely mine," he murmurs against my temple.
We lie together in comfortable silence, his hands running soothing patterns on my back. I feel changed somehow. Not in the way I expected, not the loss of some precious thing, but rather the gaining of knowledge. Of experience. Of intimacy I never thought possible.
"Can I show you something else?" he asks after several minutes. "You showed interest in the BDSM lifestyle so I want to show you something more advanced, but still gentle?"
Curiosity sparks. "What did you have in mind?"
He rises from the bed, retrieving items from the closet. When he returns, he's holding several silk scarves and what looks like new shoelaces still in their packaging.
"I want to introduce you to the concept of restraint," he says, settling beside me. "But in a very controlled, very safe way. Interested?"
My heart rate kicks up again. "Yes."
"Good girl." The praise sends a thrill through me. "Now, I'm going to explain everything before I do it. The goal isn't pain or discomfort. It's about heightening sensation by limiting movement."
He demonstrates with the scarves first, showing me how he'll bind my wrists. "These are silk. Soft, won't leave marks, easy to remove quickly if needed. I'll tie them to the headboard, but not tight. You'll have some give."
"Okay."
"And these," he opens the shoelace package, "are for a more intimate kind of restraint. I'm going to show you how to tie them around my balls, creating pressure that heightens sensation for me. But I'll walk you through every step."
The idea of participating, of learning to please him in this specific way, excites me more than I expected. "Teach me."
His smile is pure satisfaction. "That's my girl."
He positions me against the headboard, then carefully binds my wrists with the silk scarves. True to his word, they're snug but not uncomfortable, with enough slack that I could probably slip free if I tried.
"How does that feel?" he asks.
"Strange," I admit. "But good strange."
"Perfect." He settles between my legs again, already hardening. "Now I'm going to touch you while you can't touch me back. The restraint will make every sensation more intense. But remember..."
"I can tell you to stop anytime," I finish.
"Exactly."
What follows is an education in patience and pleasure. He touches me everywhere, learning what makes me gasp versus moan, what makes me arch versus squirm. Without my hands to guide him or hold him, I'm forced to use my words, to ask for what I want.
"There," I breathe when his fingers find the perfect spot. "Just like that."
"Good girl. Tell me what you need."
The dirty talk combined with his skilled hands brings me to the edge quickly. But he backs off before I can fall, building the anticipation until I'm begging.
"Please, Malik. Please let me come."
"Since you asked so nicely."
His mouth covers me again, and this time he doesn't hold back. The third orgasm is different from the first two, pulled from somewhere deeper as my restrained body arches helplessly against his mouth.
When I come down, he releases my wrists and gathers me close. I'm trembling, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.
"You did so well," he murmurs, pressing kisses to my forehead. "So brave. So beautiful."
"That was intense," I manage.
"Too much?"
"No." I look up at him. "Perfect. But now I want to learn how to please you."
Heat flares in his eyes. "You want to try the shoelaces?"
"Yes. Teach me."
He retrieves a fresh condom and the shoelaces, positioning himself to sit against the headboard. "Come here."
I kneel between his legs, suddenly nervous. "What if I do it wrong?"
"There's no wrong," he assures me. "I'll guide you through every step. First, take the lace and loop it around the base..."
He walks me through it patiently, his hands guiding mine as I create the specific pattern he wants. The intimacy of the act, the trust required for him to let me do this, feels even more significant than the sex.
"Like this?" I ask, double-checking the tightness.
"Perfect." His voice is strained. "Now take me in your mouth. Slowly."
I lean forward, maintaining eye contact as I take him between my lips. His sharp intake of breath is deeply satisfying. I don't really know what I'm doing, but his hand cups the back of my head, guiding without forcing, showing me exactly what he likes.
"That's it, baby. Just like that. You're a natural."
The praise spurs me on. I lose myself in pleasing him, in learning his responses, in feeling powerful despite my inexperience. When he finally pulls me away, he's breathing hard.
"Too close," he says roughly. "And I want to be inside you when I come."
He removes the shoelaces carefully, then positions me on my hands and knees. "This position might be more comfortable for you the second time. Less pressure on tender places."
He enters me from behind, and he's right. This angle feels different, deeper, but not painful. His hands grip my hips as he sets a steady rhythm.
"Still okay?" he checks.
"Yes. God, yes."
He reaches around to circle my clit, and the combination of sensations pushes me toward yet another peak. How is this possible? How can my body respond so intensely after already coming three times?
"One more, baby," he coaxes. "Give me one more."
I shatter around him with a cry, and he follows immediately after, groaning my name as he pulses inside me.
Afterward, he carries me to the bathroom, starting a warm shower and holding me steady as we clean each other. The tenderness of aftercare feels as intimate as the sex itself.
Back in bed, wrapped in his arms with the covers pulled over us, I finally let myself process what just happened.
"Thank you," I whisper. "For making my first time everything I didn't know I needed."
His arms tighten around me. "Thank you for trusting me with something so precious." He presses a kiss to my temple. "How do you feel? Physically, emotionally?"
"Sore," I admit. "But good sore. And emotionally..." I search for the right words. "Complete. Like I've discovered a part of myself that was always there, just waiting."
"That's exactly how it should feel." He tilts my chin up to kiss me softly. "This is just the beginning, Melody. There's so much more I want to show you, teach you, explore with you."
"I can't wait." I snuggle closer, feeling safe and cherished in a way I never have before.
As I drift toward sleep, I realize this is what I was waiting for all those years. Not just sex, but this. Connection. Trust. A partner who values my pleasure as much as his own. Someone who sees my inexperience not as a deficit but as an opportunity to build something beautiful together.