Page 20 of Pretending with the Mountain Man
"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.
