MYLADY'S KNIGHT

Mylady's Knight

Laura shimmied out of the corset and let it fall to the floor. Nick’s eyes were glued to the enticing show. Never did he imagine he would ever enjoy such a spectacle in his own bedroom. He could barely contain his enthusiasm

"I kinda enjoyed watching you do that," he smiled wickedly.

"See, a corset does have its advantages. Now you, Mr. Barkley,” Laura moved toward him, biting her bottom lip which caused Nick’s smile to widen.

“You get me crazy when you do that.”

“Do what?” she spoke through an innocent smile.

“That habit you have of biting your lip, it’s so-, I don’t know. It drives me wild when you do that.” Nick licked his own lips hungrily. He longed to taste her in a way he never could before.

“Really?” she replied. “How does it make you feel when I do this?” She splayed her hands over his chest, pushing away his shirt as she did so. It slipped off his arms and onto the floor. “Are you sure that door’s locked?” She whispered into the shell of his ear.

“Positive,” he breathed as her soft lips joined her hands on his skin. Her fingers moved down to unfasten the buttons on his trousers, but an iron grip held her in check. “Oh, no you don’t, Milady. Not so fast. I’ve waited too long to see my prize, and I won’t wait a moment longer.” He pushed her hands to her side and began to untie her camisole. “I’ve only had a short glimpse of them, now I want a closer look.”

He pushed away the shining satin cloth that kept her charms from him too long, revealing a most exquisite sight. Her breasts were creamy white, rounded and firm. The rosebud nipples stood at attention, as if awaiting his earnest inspection. Nick dropped down to his knees as if in worship and fervently kissed each rosy tip. His large callused hands gently roamed the expanse of her delectable mounds. His tongue darted out and washed where he had kissed. Her rosy nipples turned crimson from his ministrations.

Laura’s hands combed through Nick’s dark hair in an effort to keep him at her breasts, but now he wished to move further on to inspect his prize. His hands slid down the shape of her small waist and onto the silky rim of her pantaloons. One hand moved down to where he knew the material was slit open. Nick was not unfamiliar with women’s under garments and knew well what his fingers would find there. The lacy garment had a generous opening and a long lean finger probed the folds searching for her dewy flesh. He was not disappointed for she was already wet with desire. He thrust his finger into her golden fleece covered folds. She flinched at his brazen touch.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s only my finger. I swear I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m sorry,” Laura stammered. “I didn’t expect it.”

“I’m sorry,” Nick whispered as he pulled out the offending digit and kissed her there instead. Laura felt her knees buckle under her. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect to feel so pleasured by another’s touch.

“I know you won’t hurt me,” she answered. She hardly finished the sentence when Nick whipped off her lacy pantaloons with one swift pull. They fell to her feet and she was naked before him. She felt vulnerable and excited all at once. Again he kissed the golden triangle between her thighs. It was all too much and she knew she would fall into a heap. “Nick, I can’t-, I can’t stand here.”

He knew her needs instantly and stood quickly. Taking hold of her body he swept her into his arms and laid her on his bed. He stood back for a moment to admire her body. Nipples crimsoned from his urgent biting kisses and dew glistening atop her blonde womanhood. She was glorious and she was his for the taking. He tore at his trousers now and flung them away.

Laura witnessed what before she could only imagine. Fear gripped her heart. Nick was better endowed then she even thought. ‘Dear God, what if I’m too small for him!’ I’ll die!’

Nick knew well how to calm the fear he saw in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring smile. “Trust me,” was all he said as he laid down beside her.

His hands again explored her cream colored breasts. He cupped each one gently in his massive hands. His tongue gently curled each delicious tip then softly bit each delicate nipple to taut attention. ‘My God,’ he thought to himself. ‘she was more delicious than he could have imagined.’ Tenderly his finger entered the gateway to her unbroken maidenhead. Unconsciously she clamped her legs together. “Easy now, relax. I promise it won’t hurt. Trust me.”

“Nick, I trust you,” she said breathlessly, “I trust you.”

Another finger entered, joining the first, and began their search for that special pleasure place which lay beneath her velvet nest. It wasn’t long before he found what he sort. The moan came from the back of her parched throat. Suddenly, she wanted to taste him. “Kiss me,” she begged.

Readily, Nick complied as he leaned over and entered her parted lips with his tongue. Hungrily, greedily, she sucked his tongue as they dueled for control over the other. Each seeking to ardently taste the other.

A third finger entered the velvet lair to stretch the walls inside, preparing her for his taking. Nick knew he would take her soon. The throbbing of his manhood began to pain him. He moved on top of her luscious body never pulling his fingers from their fervent work. His tongue dueled for possession of her mouth and she began to give in to him. She was no match for his passions and she entrusted her body over to him. Laura cared not if he tore her flesh in two as she knew he would. She knew she could no longer resist him. She was no longer in control. She felt his large member pulsating on her stomach. It was long and thick and massively strong. She was no match. Surrender was her only recourse, and she did.

“Please, Nick, now. You must do it now before… I’m afraid…” she cried out.

“Don’t be, don’t be afraid. You’re not ready for me yet. I promise to try not to let it hurt too much.”

His fingers worked tirelessly, kneading, milking, and seeking the juices of her precious maidenhead. She moaned his name in the back of her throat, urging him on in his quest.

“Please Nick; don’t stop, more, please, more…” There it was, the first beads of wet treasure now opened to him. Dropping, spilling in his hand. The moisture of her maidenhead pouring its generous liquid. Expert fingers spread the dew on the walls of her nest, preparing her for his possession. Now, now was the time. His fingers left her. Laura moaned at the emptiness. She needed to be filled again. She needed him desperately. “Nick…” she cried out, begging. “Please, don’t stop.”

Gentle, large hands reach for her thighs and lifted her toward the spear of his pulsating manhood. He entered slowly, a small tip at first, then more length. Warm, moistened walls tighten around his shaft, but still he pushed further, introducing more of his length, inch by excruciating inch.

Laura would have screamed for mercy had his tongue still not swept her mouth in passionate possession. She felt she was being taken body and soul. No relief in sight as he thrust upward and inward. She was being torn apart, she knew it, but she wanted it. It had to be like this. ‘Oh, God, why did it hurt so much? Make it stop!’

“Please, Nick,” she heard herself say. “Now, take me now!”

Nick did as she requested and lunged in for the taking. It was best, he knew, to get the pain over with. It would never hurt again like this. He promised it wouldn’t. He prayed he was right. He was so big, she was so small. ‘Dear God, don’t let me tear her apart. Please, God…’

“Trust me,” he whispered into her mouth.

“I do,” she cried. The same words she spoke to wed him were now the same words she spoke to be possessed by him, fully and completely. She felt him inside her. His entire engorged length was inside her. ‘Thank, God,’ she thought. The pain lessen while her muscle walls strained and stretched wide to accommodate his form.

Nick watched her face intently for any sign of pain or fear. There was none. “Are you all right?” he finally asked. “Does it still hurt?”

She smiled up at him, perspiration forming above her lips, and shook her head no.

“You’re ready then?” Nick asked.

Laura didn’t know what he meant. Was there more? How could she know? She never had a man take her like this. Nick was the first, the only one. She didn’t know what to say other than. “I trust you.”

He graced her with a smile and began to move, slowly at first, inside of her. Searching her face for any sign of discomfort, but instead her head went back and she gave a low guttural sound.

She didn’t know there was more pleasure. She had no one to tell her how a man could give her more than he already had, but his rhythmic movements inside her body brought her to heights of ecstasy she had never known. She wanted to cry out in joy, laugh in delight. Never had she experienced such feelings. Laura didn’t know she could love Nick more than she already had, but she did. His expert lovemaking showered her with emotion she couldn’t describe. All she knew was that she loved this man with her whole being, her whole soul, and that would never changed, she vowed, never.

As she whispered her vow of love in his ear he filled her completely with his seed. It was done, and now they truly belonged to each other.

END

Mylady’s Knight (IMFH)