Chapter 1
She waited nervously and the back of the dimly lit restaurant, there was the low hum of conversation around her and the red neon light from across the street shone through the window, casting a glow that made her feel a little on edge. She could hear the steady rumble of the cars and motorbikes outside, a couple shouting, the bustling of the kitchen whenever the door behind the bar swung open. Rubbing her fingers together in an attempt to expel some of the anxiety that was begging to spill over, she did her best to breathe deeply and steady herself.
Leah had never done anything like this before. She wasn’t really even sure why she was doing it now. But the need had been getting stronger, and she knew it would soon be too much for her to handle on her own. There were a million questions running through her mind, “what if he’s different in real life?”,“what if he doesn’t have the same confidence in person?”, “god forbid, what if Ithink he’s ugly?”. Leah and her master had only ever communicated online, she only knew how to follow the directions on a screen, and he had never let her see his face. She knew what his cock looked like. So at least she had some way to confirm that the man she would be meeting was truly Master Damien. But still, with so many unknowns, it was difficult to contain herself.
She thought back to her last exchange with him. She had been instructed to film herself as usual. But this time she had to really push the limits in order to gain the privilege of meeting in person. He had sent her a package in the mail, and upon unwrapping she found it to be a massive, tentacle shaped dildo. She had never seen anything like it, she had to lift it with two hands, and she had felt the blood drain from her face when she realized what she would have to do. She positioned the camera, facing it head on so he could see her expressions as she stretched, and straddled the toy. Slowly she felt it enter her, sliding effortlessly at first until the size became a problem and she had to slow herself down and work it. She had never taken anything so big before, but she listened to the sound of his voice, and hearing his words of encouragement helped her relax and take it in…
“Leah.” A dark, rumbling tone that she knew so well broke her from her trance. She hadn’t noticed the man approach her table. He stood for a moment and smirked as her eyes widened looking him up and down. He was tall and had a rich olive complexion, his eyes were a deep blue, hard to see in the dim light of the restaurant. His hair reached his shoulders and was tucked behind his ears, showing off a sharp jawline and a tattoo sneaking up his neck from underneath his shirt. “Damien,’ she squeaked, and he nodded slightly and slid into her booth, pinning her body between his and the wall. Her breath caught in her throat, and she could already feel her wetness seeping through the thin layer of fabric under her dress. She tried to speak but no words came out. Her eyes were wide, and she felt his hot breath on her skin as he leaned closer. The scent of leather and cinnamon filled her nostrils, and she dragged her bottom lip between her teeth, drinking in his smell and waiting for him to speak.
“You know what to do,” he snarled. She gave a small nod and obliged, shimmying her hands under her skirt she grasped the thin string of fabric and slid her thong down her thighs and over her ankles til she held it in her palm. She couldn’t believe that this was really him. All her anxiety fluttered away, and she felt as though her insides were on fire. The way he stared deeply into her eyes, seeing all of her, not just her body but her fears and her worries too. With that one looks she was ready to give herself to him completely, knowing that he would keep her safe. That she was his and that this was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.
“Good girl,” his voice was low but firm. “Now open your mouth.” Her breath quickened as he placed a thumb on her lower lip, parting them slightly, then wider. He took the soaked underwear from her hand and brought it to her mouth. Slow and deliberate, he started pushing the fabric deep into her mouth, sliding his finger to the back of her throat. “Keep looking at me,” he said, noticing her eyes dart around the room, worried someone would see. She locked her gaze back onto his, she was nervous, but she could feel her own excitement growing and she stretched her mouth open a little wider, tasting her own wetness from before. He stuffed her full and tipped her chin up, closing her lips. Her cheeks bulged slightly, and she could feel the fabric rubbing against her tongue. His mouth tugged at one side into a smirk that sent ripples through her, unable to take her eyes off his, she forced the ricochets back.
Without breaking eye contact, he waved the waiter over witha flick of his fingers and she felt beads of sweat appear on her brow, he wasn’t going to make her talk, was he? The waiter would think she was a lunatic. He smiled and leaned into her ear, “don’t worry, I know exactly what you’ll be having.” As their server approached, he turned away and placed his hand on her thigh and edged his fingers between her legs. Instinctively she shut them, but he squeezed his hand and whispered firmly, “open.”
“What can I get you folks this evening?” The young man asked, pad and pen at the ready. He was lean and muscular, wearing a dress shirt that looked one size too small. She noticed him linger on her face for a moment,perhaps wondering why her mouth was already full before having ordered any food. She blushed and looked at the table. As Damien began to order she felt his handpush her thighs further apart under the table, and the tip of his finger slip between her folds. It was all she could do to stop herself from squirming infront of the waiter. Damien gently flicked at her clit and a small squeal escaped her throat. It didn’t seem to phase him, though she was certain the waiter knew exactly what was going on. Before she had managed to calm her breath, she felt a finger slide inside of her. Instinctively, she subtly tilted her hips upwardsto allow him a better angle. And as soon as she did she felt another finger drive into her. She couldn’t figure out how he was moving his hand so quickly without showing any effort in his upper arm. The waiter listened intently to their order and was too busy scribbling on his paper to notice the deep shade of crimson creeping over her face. She felt Damien thrust over and over again,adding a third finger that would have made her audibly moan if she didn’t have a mouth full of panties. He remained unphased, looking at the menu and back up at the server as if nothing was happening, though she had noticed the crease of his pants had begun to grow and she could see his bulge beneath the zipper, begging to be let out. She wanted to reach for it but knew that was against the rules. She was only allowed to see it before when she had completed a task, and she knew in person would be no different. As the waiter walked away with their order she felt his fingers slip out of her and she wanted to protest, but then again she knew that if she were to cum this early it would only make following orders harder later on, and she had a feeling he was only just getting started. He pushed his wet fingers into her mouth and as he pulled them out took the thong with them. She smacked her tongue against the roof of her mouth a couple times to get rid of the dryness and he chuckled.
“Thank you,” her voice came out as even more of a whisper than she intended and she cleared her throat a little. “I am so very glad to see you, Leah.” He turned to face her and again pierced her with his storm like gaze, “You are even more beautiful in the flesh than I could have thought. And just as good at following orders I see.” She felt her cheeks get rosy again, and his eyes changed from fierce to glowing. “I have wanted to feel you touch me for so long,” she started, not quite sure what to say, “I.. I didn’t expect that, but I liked it. Thank you for making me feel so good.”
He looked at her with hunger but also with a gentleness, tucking a hair behind her ear he spoke softly, “nothing gives me more pleasure.” His hand rested on her cheek, and he leaned in and planted a delicate kiss on her lips. It sent electricity through her entire body, radiating through her fingertips and down her legs and she could feel the pulse of her clit like the strike of a lightning bolt. As he pulled his lips off hers his hand moved to the back of her neck and grasped it tightly, leaning to her ear he growled, “don’t think that’sall I have planned for you tonight though, I am going to ruin you in the best way I know how.”
