Chapter Three
The door closed behind me, leaving me alone in an opulent room with only the lingering command that the young master would see me soon. My heart raced, a frantic rhythm matching the swirl of nerves and anticipation that consumed me. To say I was merely nervous would be an understatement; I was a novice in the realm of intimacy, an inexperienced soul thrust into unfamiliar territory.
I fidgeted on the plush sofa, contemplating the myriad of "what ifs" that danced through my mind. My lack of experience with men became glaringly apparent as I pondered the potential disappointments that awaited me. The prospect of bungling this encounter loomed large; I had never been close to a man, never been kissed, and the extent of my romantic endeavors rested on a mild crush from my adolescent years.
Darkness enveloped the room, leaving only a soft blue glow in the center. The sound of approaching footsteps heightened my senses. Slow, deliberate steps neared, accompanied by an aura that resonated with danger and dominance. With a single clap, the room bathed in light once more, revealing a man who transcended the boundaries of conventional attractiveness.
He stood before me, adorned in a loosely buttoned robe that hinted at the allure beneath. His features were sculpted to perfection, thick eyebrows accentuating intense, mesmerizing eyes framed by long lashes. Every aspect of his face exuded attractiveness – a sharp jawline, irresistibly sexy lips, and an overall aura of commanding allure. A black mask concealed his identity, a deliberate choice to shroud himself in secrecy.
The room was charged with an energy that oscillated between darkness and seduction, an inexplicable pull that both frightened and excited me. His silence held a weighty dominance, making my attempts at composure falter. I, a mere prey, stood before a predator, captivated by the enigmatic stranger who seemed to see through the facade I presented to the world.
He spoke, his voice resonating with authority, sending shivers down my spine. "Take your clothes off," he commanded, each word laced with a dominance that left no room for hesitation.
I complied, the fabric of my dress slipping away as I exposed myself to his watchful gaze. A subtle tension hung in the air as I awaited further instructions. His penetrating stare seemed to dissect my vulnerabilities, and the vulnerability intensified as I stood before him in my exposed state.
"Now, slowly remove your bra while maintaining eye contact with me," he instructed, his voice both demanding and sultry. I turned to face him, uncoupling my bra with deliberate slowness. The garment fell to the floor, leaving me bare under his watchful eyes.
"Touch your breasts, Ophelia," he continued, leaving me startled by the mention of my name, a detail I hadn't disclosed. I hesitated, grappling with newfound sensations and a boldness I hadn't known existed within me. His dominance fueled my actions as I began to explore my own body, a display that felt strangely liberating.
"Play with your nipples," he commanded, each word invoking a surge of arousal. I surrendered to his instructions, abandoning the inhibitions that had long held me captive. The unfamiliar act felt surprisingly natural under the captivating gaze of this mysterious man.
His movements, slow and calculated, carried him toward a refrigerator from which he produced an expensive-looking bottle of wine. As he approached, he poured the wine over me in a sensual cascade, turning a simple act into an erotic display. His hands, firm and deliberate, traversed the curves of my body, leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation.
I marveled at the dichotomy of emotions within me – fear and excitement, vulnerability and empowerment. This masked stranger had an uncanny ability to strip away the layers of my self-consciousness, allowing me to embrace sensuality in its rawest form.
He didn't pause in his advances, pouring the wine with meticulous care, a prelude to what lay ahead. My body, flushed and tingling, responded to his touch with a symphony of sensations. The chemistry between us was undeniable, a magnetic force drawing us into a realm of shared desires.
He guided me to the edge of a regal bed, a king-size testament to the opulence that surrounded us. As I reclined, he revealed his mastery, undressing himself with deliberate grace. The robe and pants surrendered to his commanding presence, unveiling a physique that exuded strength and masculinity.
His muscles, sculpted to perfection, spoke of dedication and hours spent in pursuit of physical excellence. I admired the definition of his chest, the contours of his abs, and the powerful aura that enveloped him. Marks and briefs were the only remnants of clothing clinging to him, teasing the promise of what lay beneath .
“Touch your breast Ophelia “He said I should be really surprised how he knows my name as I never told him that .
“Now I want you to play with your nipples amore caress those pink nipples of your give me a good show of what you can do “
I cup my right breast and hold the other in the other hand caress and pinching it . A thought flash in mind. I was not normally this type of girl .
I was ashamed of my body but this man here makes me feel beautiful and alive . Is as if he sees me as a woman not a poor broken girl .
I continued with what I was doing, not once feeling shy or ashamed. I keep adding pressure to the right place and feeling my nipples getting hard each passing second.
I watched him as he stood up from the chair and moved towards a refrigerator and brought out a bottle of an expensive looking wine . He was approaching me with steady and slow calculated steps.
I did not for one second stopped what I was doing
I kept playing with my breast . His eyes kept looking at what I was doing slowly and steadily he poured down the wine all over me .
Making it sensual and sexy . His firm hand keeps applying pressure to the right and sensitive areas of my body. I was feeling flushed and warm from inside out . It was a feeling I have never experienced before in my life.
I can feel sparks all over me when his hand made contact with my breasts. I felt a jolt of electricity within me . One hand was teasing the left breast while his mouth was on the right one .
My whole body was shaking because of the intense pleasure I was feeling right now. I could not help but let out the mourn that I have been trying hard to suppress .
He bit one of my nipples hard, making me mourn again. Biting and sucking my nipples sending an indescribable pleasure to me .
He turned me around so that my back was now facing his pelvis pressed against and I could feel his erection from behind me.
His hand was touching me all over and the other one was teasing my nipples . He turned me around and was now facing me . His lips were an inch away from my face .
He is really tall, about six feet three compared to my five feet nine. I was short .
His hot breath was sensual .
He bent over and kissed me slowly and gently devouring my lips, sucking and biting it in the process.
“Mate and mine “ he glowed like an animal. Giving me some space to breathe he started kissing my neck down to my shoulders and my chest . I was trying hard to suppress a mourn that was begging free to escape from my swollen lips.
“When I touch you I want you to mourn out loud for me to understand?”
“Yes “I replied breathlessly, allowing myself to mourn in response.
I sat me down on the edge of a majestic king size bed and slowly removed my panties. He gazes never leaving me. His silver eyes, which is an unusual lever, left mine for a second.
His face made its way to my clit spreading hot breath around it . The next thing I know was the feeling of his thong on my clit . Licking it like and devouring it like a meal.
He continued with what he was doing to my clit.
The waves of pleasure that I felt all over was overwhelming. I keep on mourning. I gripped the sheets hard using it as a support to keep me in place.
This stranger didn’t stop at all but continued feeling the build up of pleasure within me. I mourned out loud before cuming into his mouth.
He was so good with this I cannot believe he made me cum by just his lips only without using his fingers or his dick.
He is a really good lover in bed and very skilled at it . He laid me down on the bed. Before he slowly started to undress himself. He took off the robe and then his pants . I can’t help but to admire how handsome he is .
He has muscle all over his torso . Manliness was seen all over him . His perfect abs were pure work of perfection . I can imagine how many hours he spends in the gym .
He slowly removes his briefs, dragging it slowly all the way down . My eyes widened at the size of his manhood .
Even though I have never seen one before, I know without a doubt that it is really big compared to a lot of men out there . He slowly approached the bed, still looking at me as he made his way to the bed .