3

Sex with Josh had always felt like a chore, as if it was something mandatory I had to do to sustain the relationship. For me, there was no gratification, no fireworks ending as you see in the movies. There was minimal foreplay before he'd enter me, always in missionary and once Josh had climaxed then we were done. The only positive takeaway was that he didn't take long to finish.

I didn't have any previous experience, so I just considered this normal, that was, until Tess and Bailey started sharing stories of their wild hookups. I was too embarrassed to admit to them that I'd never orgasmed during sex or that Josh wouldn't go down on me and I started to believe that I was the problem.

This was part of the reason I had been avoiding having sex again. If it wasn't going to be amazing or, even at the bare minimum, good, then why go seeking it out?

I didn't have any expectation that sex with Charlie would be any different from what I was used to. I was only doing this to get my friends off my back.

“Rule number two,” Charlie announces as he stalks towards me like a lion hunting its prey. “If, at any time, you feel uncomfortable and want to stop, speak up.”

“Alright,” I agree as he edges me back towards the dining table and, without a word, hooks an arm under my bottom and lifts me onto the table top.

I open my legs wide to allow him in and then wrap them around his torso so that he's pressed up against me. I can feel his erection as he pushes himself against my wet panties.

“Rule number three,” He continues, moving his lips down to my neck. The heat from his touch is like an inferno that builds inside me. “You're to submit yourself to me completely, surrendering all control.”

“What do I get in exchange?” I barter, not wanting to just be used to meet his needs.

“You will be pleasured beyond your wildest fantasies my gorgeous Goddess,” He promises, and it's enough to make me willingly sign away my control.

“I accept your rules,” I tell him, now eager to get started.

“There's one more rule, the most important rule of all,” He whispers in my ear and my core clenches. He hasn't even touched my pussy but it's already tingling with anticipation.

“What is it?” I ask him, slipping a hand under his t-shirt and running my fingers along the grooves of his abs.

“You must, at all times, refer to me only as sir. Failure to do so will result in you being spanked” He says in such an authoritarian tone that it gives me a jolt of pleasure all through my body. “What do you say Goddess? Do you want to submit to me?”

“Yes sir,” I answer without any hesitation.

He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts. His hands cup my breasts as he uses his thumb to tease my nipples, making them perk up. He uses his pointer and thumb to tweak one of my nipples, sending a new, erotic sensation to delight me.

“Mmm,” I moan, unable to stop myself.

“Did you like that baby?” He asks, knowing very well that I enjoyed it.

“Yes, Sir,” I admit, smiling at him, hoping there's more.

“Are you allergic to chocolate?” He asks me, throwing me off completely.

“Ah, no Sir,” I tell him, confused. What an odd question to ask.

“Lie back,” He instructs and I do as I'm told.

He leaves me on the table as he wanders into the kitchen and I watch him, curiously, as he opens the fridge and retrieves a small container. He then walks over to a drawer and takes out a silver spoon.

Is he stopping because he got hungry?

“Close your eyes and open your mouth,” He commands me.

I feel a little silly, just lying on a table, almost completely naked with my eyes closed and my mouth wide open but when he places the spoon in my mouth the most delectable, creamy, chocolate sauce dances across my tongue.

“Oh my god, this is the best thing I've ever put in my mouth!” I exclaim and I hear him chuckle.

“I made this today,” He tells me and I pick up the pride in his tone. He should be proud, it tastes incredible.

“Can I have some more please Sir?” I beg him, needing another taste.

I hold my mouth open and when I feel the spoon is close I whip out my tongue, to take every morsel on offer.

“Now I can only imagine your tongue whipping the head of my dick just like that,” He says in a low, husky voice that tells me I affected him. “But for now, let's bring this back to making you feel good.”

I keep my eyes closed waiting for another mouthful but instead I feel a cold sensation drop down onto my left breast.

His mouth is on me within seconds, his tongue rolling over my nipple as he laps up the chocolate sauce.

His teeth graze over my nipple and the pain is electric as it courses through my system.

“Yesss,” I cry out, wanting more.

Another cold trail of sauce is dripped on to my stomach, running all the way down to my panties. I open my eyes and peek as he extends his tongue out and licks up the brown, sticky goodness from my body, stopping at the hem of my panties.

I wait with baited breath, hoping he'll just rip the sheer fabric apart and fuck me like I desperately want him to but instead he spreads my legs wide open and trails the sauce along the inside of my thigh.

The cool liquid tingles against my heated skin but it's not on me long. Charlie greedily laps the sauce up, his eyes locking with mine as he moves higher.

When his head reaches the end of one of my thighs I expect him to repeat the process on the other but he surprises me by pressing his mouth against the damp patch on my panties and I feel like I could just explode.

His thumbs hook under the hemp of my panties and slowly he brings them down my thighs, over my knees and delicately releases me from them, one foot at a time.

I thought he’d just toss them aside, like he did with my bra but he bundles them up and puts them in the pocket of his jeans, like a souvenir.

He places his hands on my knees and spreads my legs open and feasts his hungry eyes on my naked body. I move my arms across my length, trying to hide my insecurities but he takes hold of each arm and pins them to the table.

“You're perfect Goddess, don't be covering up,” He compliments me, making me feel special. No one has ever called me perfect before.

He places his hands on my thighs and scoots me gently further down the table until my knees are on the edge and my legs hand. He grabs a chair and drags it to the end, sitting himself down so he's positioned at my core.

“Eyes on me baby, I want you to watch me devour you,” He commands.

“Yes, Sir,” I promise him.

As he brings his head in closer to my pussy, my heart starts racing. I've never been eaten out before, what if I don't like it? What if he doesn't like how I taste? These questions plague me up until his tongue lashes across my clit and I moan so loudly, killing any fears I had.

“Fuck, yes,” I cry out as he whips his tongue against my nub and slips his fingers deep inside of me.

My hips gyrate involuntarily and my fingers weave into his thick, dark hair, tugging at his strands as the pleasure builds.

Every muscle in my body tightens, like a jack in the box that is being playfully cranked and could explode at any given moment. My screaming echoes off the walls and my eyes clamp tightly shut as an earth shattering climax ruptures through me.

I've only ever reached this peak on my own and never as powerful as this before. The aftershock quivers are blissful as come down from my high.

As I lie on the table, bathing in my afterglow, I become aware that Charlie has left me and I can hear him in another room. I perch myself up, on to my elbows and contemplate going to find him but he reappears, carrying a box of condoms.

He rips the box open and takes out a row of foiled packages, tears one off and tosses the rest on the table beside me.

“I can still taste you on my tongue,” He announces as he hovers over me, his mouth so close to mine that I want to kiss him but I hold back.

“Is that bad?” I ask, unsure of what I even taste like and am now feeling a little self conscious.

“Goddess, you are delicious, I couldn't get enough,” He replies before kissing me, our tongues dancing in sweet, slow motion. I get a hint of an unfamiliar flavour and it excites me.

“That was my first time of anyone going down on me,” I admit, feeling a little shy.

“Boyfriend didn't…” he begins to ask but stops himself. “He's been missing out.”

“It was also my first non solo orgasm and it was sensational,” I add, wanting him to know that it was his amazing tongue that helped me achieve it.

“Well that was only the first course, we've got a full menu to get through,” He says. “Are you ready for round two?”