10
“It’s okay,” Dimitrios said, his voice patient. “You’re new to this. Let’s take it slower.”
He withdrew and gave me a moment to catch my breath.
When he pushed back in, I was more prepared.
This time, I focused on relaxing, on breathing through my nose, on the sensation of him sliding across my tongue.
It wasn’t as difficult as I’d feared, and after a few moments, I found a rhythm that worked.
“There you go,” he said, his hand stroking the side of my face. “You’re a natural. Such a good boy, taking my cock.”
The praise sent a thrill through me that I didn’t expect. I wanted to please him, wanted to do this right. I started moving with more confidence, taking him deeper, my eyes watering slightly as he filled my mouth. His breathing was getting heavier, his grip on my hair tightening just slightly.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he growled, and the raw need in his voice made my own cock twitch with renewed interest. I was still bound, still on my knees, completely vulnerable, and yet I’d never felt more wonderful.
He began to move, fucking my mouth with controlled thrusts that grew gradually more intense.
I gagged a few times, but I pushed through it, determined to take everything he was giving me.
The silk ropes dug into my skin as I braced myself, and the sensation of being restrained while servicing him sent waves of arousal through my entire body.
“I’m close,” Dimitrios warned. “If you want to pull away, now is the time.”
But I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to see this through, wanted to taste him, wanted to prove to myself that I could do this. So I stayed where I was, my throat relaxing as he drove deeper.
When he came, it was intense and overwhelming. He filled my mouth with his release, and I swallowed instinctively, surprised by how natural it felt and how sweet his cum was as it coated my tongue. He held himself there for a moment, making sure I took everything, then slowly withdrew.
I gasped for air, my face flushed and my eyes streaming with tears. But underneath the physical sensations was something else. A sense of accomplishment, of having crossed some threshold I couldn’t uncross.
“Look at you,” Dimitrios said, tilting my chin up with one finger. He studied my face for a long moment, and I saw something shift in his expression. “You enjoyed that.”
It wasn’t a question. And I couldn’t deny it even if I wanted to.
“Y-Yes,” I admitted.
“Good,” he said. He moved away briefly and returned with a glass of water. “Drink.”
I drank gratefully, the cool water soothing my raw throat. When I finished, he took the glass away and began to work on the rope binding my wrists.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.
“Repositioning you,” he said simply. “We’re just getting started.”
“We… We are?”
“Of course,” he smiled. “You don’t think I got your ass all stretched out just so I could fuck your mouth, did you?”
My cock, which had started to soften slightly after the intensity of what had just happened, immediately began to harden again at his words. The thought of what was coming next sent a mixture of anticipation and nervousness through me.
“I’ve never...” I started, then trailed off. What was I even trying to say? That I’d never been fucked before? That seemed obvious at this point.
“I know,” Dimitrios said, his voice carrying that same note of satisfaction I’d heard before. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You’re a blank slate. No bad experiences, no preconceived notions about how this should go. Just pure, untouched potential.”
He finished untying my wrists and helped me to my feet so I could stretch my legs for a moment.
They felt unsteady, like they might give out at any moment, but the relief was immediate.
Once I felt better, he guided me back onto the bed and had me lie on my back, my head resting on one of the pillows.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, though comfortable wasn’t quite the right word. I was nervous and excited and terrified all at once.
He moved to position himself between my legs, his massive form casting a shadow over me in the candlelight. His purple cock was still hard, glistening with a fresh coat of lube. I swallowed hard, trying to remember to breathe.
“I’m going to go slow,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “If it hurts too much, you tell me. Understood?”