Once he had finished with me, he grinned and told me to shower and dress for a day in the city.
“It will do you good, to stretch your legs,” he said, as I slowly sat up. “Plus, no visit to Hong Kong is complete without shopping.”
He made good on his word, making me share a leisurely breakfast with him before taking me on a tour of the city. Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Mongkok – we covered them all, and he spent money on presents for me in a way that made the older shopkeepers smile knowingly. I could see in the way they deferred to me that they thought I was either a young wife or a new mistress, and the knowledge made me want to hide in shame.
It was late by the time we returned to the hotel, and I was treated to a marvelous dinner in the hotel restaurant, with its commanding view of Victoria Harbor. He was in very good humor, anticipating what the rest of the night would bring. My feet felt like lead as he led me down the hall back to our suite.
“Ahhhh...it's good to be back,” he said, as the door snicked shut behind us. “Why don't you go ahead and take a shower, then come to my room when you're done. And don't look at me like that – I spent a lot of money on you today, and it's time you worked it off.”
I spent as much time in the shower as I dared before presenting myself at the door of his bedroom, clad only in the thick terrycloth robe. I blushed as he opened the door, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. Smiling, he ushered me inside and locked the door, removing the towel as he did so. Already I could see his cock swelling as he approached me and undid the belt of my bathrobe, pushing it off my shoulders so that we were naked in the soft lights of the room.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, drawing me into his arms. I rested my hands on his upper arms as he bent his head to kiss me, opening my mouth with his so that his tongue could sweep inside. My breath hitched as one hand fondled my breast, kneading it, pinching the nipple and rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
When he finally let me breathe, his hands slid down to cup my buttocks as he kissed a trail along my jawline to the sensitive spot behind my ear, giving it a teasing lick before he lifted his head to look at me with open desire in his eyes.
“I know I gave you a rough time last night,” he said as he led me to the bed, which I thought was a masterly understatement. “Couldn't help it...knowing you were a virgin just pushed me over the edge. So...I'm going to make it up to you.”
“Oh, really?” I asked, as he pushed me down into the soft sheets. He nodded, reaching into the drawer of the night table, and pulled out a set of fine silk scarves.
“I'm going to show your body a good time,” he said, taking one of my wrists, “But in order to do that, I want to be sure you'll keep perfectly still. So part of the game is to tie you down with these scarves. Give me your wrist now.”
My heart pounding, I did as he commanded, and trembled as he tied one end of the scarf around my wrist and the other end to the headboard. In like manner he secured my other wrist. I whimpered as he took an ankle and bound it to one of the bed legs, then padded around to bind my other ankle. There was enough play in the scarves to allow me to move uneasily beneath his appraising look; but there would not be the knowledge, as there had been the previous night, of having at least put up a decent struggle before being penetrated and fucked.
Having bound me, he then moved to the end of the bed, smiling as he surveyed his handiwork, enjoying the sight of me unable to move away from him as he climbed onto the bed.
That night I learned what it was like to be seduced by a man's touch, stimulated beyond endurance into powerful orgasms. My breasts were the first to feel his hands, palms sliding against the sides, fingers stroking across the nipples.
His fingers spread my soft folds so that my clit and the entrance to my vagina were laid bare to his eyes; and I felt his touch, firm and knowing, tracing circles around my opening, dipping lightly into the moisture pooling there; then sliding up and over my clit, circling it gently before gathering more honey from its source.
I moaned as the teasing continued, feeling heat pooling inside my empty passage. I gasped as I realized my body longed for his cock, wanted to feel the fierce animal thrusting, the smooth velvet friction against my inner walls. His laugh told me he recognized the signs of a woman in arousal, and pushed his middle finger halfway into me, making me cry out in frustration. The slow circling around my clit continued, increasing the flow of cream from inside me...
Then suddenly, he was working another finger into me, this time pushing both of them as deeply as they would go. I cried out, jolting off the mattress, my inner walls clamping down in agonized delight around the invading digits; little animal sounds escaping my throat as he began to twist and wiggle his fingers inside me, sliding them in and out to simulate the thrusts of his cock.
"Please...ohhhhhh...."
"You like it, I can tell," he murmured, pausing in his rubbing of my clit to concentrate on fingering me. "You're so wet...you'd like my cock inside you, wouldn't you? All of it...deep inside you...rock hard meat...doing this...and this...and this..."
"Ohhhnnnnnnnn....OHHHH!...Please, no...stop...no more, please...oh, no, no, no, no...."
"If you could see your clit, baby. All nice and red, like a little fruit. Hmmm...wonder what your little fruit tastes like..."
I watched in horrified fascination as he lowered his head, and then...the tip of his tongue rasped over my clit, sending electric shocks traveling straight up into my brain. He used his tongue to increase my torment, tracing my clit with its tip, sliding the flat width over the swollen nub again and again, while his fingers kept moving skilfully inside me.
I tossed my head at the double assault, trying not to yield to the waves of pleasure that made me clench the scarves around my wrists in a death-grip.
“No more, please...” I moaned, even as I arched into his hand, unable to do more with my ankles tied to the corners of the bed. Totally helpless, I began to cry as he forced his fingers into me, and I felt a surge of relief as he released my clit from his mouth.
He adjusted himself so that he could watch my face contort in reaction to his finger-fucking, and palmed my breasts, saying, “Just like a captive princess...totally at the mercy of the conquering general. Learning how to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh...”
“Why?!” I cried out, as he slicked my clit with my cream once more. “Why me?”
He shrugged, slowly circling my clit while he considered his answer. “No special reason. I thought it would be fun, to get inside you; and damn if you haven't been the best fuck I've had in a long time.”
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his smug, amused expression. A sob escaped me as I felt my body yielding to his fingering, and I tried to fight its demand for release from the sexual tension building inside me. Sensing this, he chuckled and began to speak as he increased the pace of his movements.
“Stop fighting it...don't make it hard on yourself...relax and let go...”
“No...no, I don't want...”
“You're going to come for me, baby...all over my hand...cream all over my fingers...and when you're finished, I'm going to put my cock inside you...and fuck you...and fuck you...and fuck you ...make you moan...play inside your sweet pussy till you beg me to come inside you...”
“N-n-no!” I screamed, as much in protest at my approaching orgasm as at the mental image his words were painting in my head. “I won't do it!”
“A man can stay hard inside you all night...that's how good it feels...warm and tight...like so much hot velvet...just thinking about it...gets me hard in no time...”
His voice was soft, gentle, a total contrast to the fingers now pushing fiercely into my aching pussy. Suddenly, my body capitulated to his demands, snapping taut and then as my breath caught, releasing in spasm after spasm of sweet relief. Just as he had confidently predicted, I clenched repeatedly against the fingers jammed inside me, my honey leaking and smearing against his palm.
I spun out of my mind for several seconds, while my body responded in the most primal way to the sexual torment he had inflicted upon me. By the time I came back to myself, my heart was pounding, my vagina, now empty of his fingers, still throbbing from the orgasm.
“That was just beautiful,” he said, bringing his cream-coated fingers to his mouth and cleaning them off. “Admit it, baby, that was one hell of a fantastic come you just had.”
“My body thinks so,” I panted, as he moved between my legs. “But you and I both know, it's just physical reaction. Nothing else.”
“Physical is just fine by me,” he chuckled, guiding his cock to my opening. “Now that we've done finger-fucking, we're going to do it all over...with my cock this time.”
A firm thrust, and I gasped as he penetrated, sinking deep with ease into my creamy passage. I dug my heels into the mattress as he paused above me, bracing myself for the powerful thrusting to follow...
/to be continued
