Make Me Yours, Master

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Is This Finally It?

The passion growing between us was unmistakable and the longer we kissed the more I believed that this was something I wanted to happen more than anything in the world and I couldn't have imagined giving myself to anyone else.

He pulled away from me and took the keys out my hand. Never breaking eye contact with me he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He walked forward as I walked backwards into the house and in that very moment I knew I would do whatever this man asked me to, even submit to his every command. Maybe I would be cut out for it after all. Take that, Mistress and Zeus!

My heart was racing the further we moved through the house and when the back of my knees hit the bed I hadn't even noticed we made it into my room. Suddenly I was flooded with a tremendous wave of fear, not because of losing my pureness but because I hadn't exactly told him how innocent I really was. Yeah, you probably should say something before he finds out the hard way!

Before I could get a word out he stepped closer capturing my lips in another sensual kiss and every thought in my mind disappeared. As if a possessed spirit had taken over my body, I traced his toned abs down to his pants and pulled his shirt free then began unbuttoning it. I could feel his hard bulge straining painfully through his pants as it rubbed against my leg and my panties were instantly soaked.

Once I reached the top button, I pushed his shirt and jacket off his shoulders and pulled away from his lips, leaving him panting as I stared at the perfectly sculpted man in front of me. I looked into his dark eyes and knew there was no turning back. He lunged at me, gracefully laying me on the bed while he kissed down my neck and across my chest. We were lost in each other, his hands were trailing down my side and thighs as I fisted his hair moaning in response to his delicate, needy kisses.

Tell him before you ruin things again and he never speaks to you! The voice in my head interrupted me once again and I knew I had to say something but I didn't want anything to ruin this moment. I internally sighed as he began pushing my shirt up and I grabbed his hand before he went any further.

"Ethan!" He hesitantly released my shirt and looked up at me. "I have to tell you something."

Just as I was about to reveal my biggest, most embarrassing secret I heard the front door slam and Tara's obnoxiously loud voice calling my name as it echoed through the house. Ethan jumped up and grabbed his clothes while I clambered out of bed, frantically trying to figure out how to explain what we were doing when she barged into my room and froze.

"I...uh..." She turned around and walked back out the room, closing the door behind her as I looked at Ethan.

"I should go."

I shook my head and said "I'll walk you out."

He adjusted himself in his pants and I could tell he was in pain but I was relieved that we hadn't gotten any further since I still wasn't able to tell him the truth.

I walked out my room like a teenager who had just been busted by her parents while Tara sat at the kitchen island and watched us intently.

"Good night, Ethan. Thank you for bringing me home."

"You're welcome Brittany."

"Good night, Ethan." Tara said smugly.

He chuckled and said "Good night, Tara."

The door closed and I stood there for a few seconds hoping that she wouldn't say anything. When she didn't make a peep I thought I was in the clear until I turned around and nearly passed out at the sight of her standing there with a humungous smile on her face.

I gulped when I realized I was in serious trouble because this time I wouldn't get away with a simple, nothing happened because she saw enough to know that the damage had already been done or she had interrupted us before it did.

She started bouncing in place, about to explode with excitement as I tried my best not to give anything away when she said "So was I interrupting something or walking in at the end of the performance?"

Rolling my eyes I brushed past her and straight to the kitchen for a glass of water. "Nothing happened Tara."

"Oh come on, that didn't look like nothing. It looked like Mr. Sexy Pants was half naked on top of you and you liked it!"

My cheeks flushed three shades of red as the memory of his lips ravaging me flashed inside my mind.

"Tara, you walked in on something that was a product of too much Scotch and built up tension. Plus you might have saved me from making a huge mistake since I'm still a..." I stopped talking before I could say anything else making her furrow her brows and fold her arms.

"Still a what?"

"Still...uh...not sure how he feels about me."

"Well I would say he felt extremely excited to be with you." She wiggled her eyebrows and I knew she must have seen his arousal no matter how well he tried to hide it. "Too bad you didn't hold out your virginity for him, huh?"

"Yeah, right huh. If I would have only waited a few more weeks." I blew out a breath knowing I had just dodged a bullet.

"You know, I like him. I don't know what it is about him but I think he could be good for you."

Her acceptance of him made me smile and meant the world to me, although I knew I never needed her approval, it still made me happy that she liked him.

"Good night, Tara."

After the adrenaline had worn off and my brain was finally working again I couldn't stop thinking about losing my virginity to Ethan. Maybe all of this was supposed to happen like this and I was meant to have accidently stumbled into that classroom. Maybe I was never supposed to give my one sacred gift to some stranger but instead to Ethan.

I didn't know how things would go with us, all I knew was that if we were ever going to go any further, he deserved to know the truth. But how would I tell him? And would he even want to talk to me again or would he pretend like tonight never happened and that he was making a huge mistake by almost taking me to bed?

My brain was about to explode from the events of tonight and I just wanted to go to sleep. After changing into a pair of clean panties and a night shirt, I laid down on my side and closed my eyes praying for slumber but my still slightly intoxicated state had other plans. My body was still thrumming from thinking about Ethan and the things he was doing to me when I turned over onto my back and began replaying his actions in my mind.

I ran my fingers over my breasts and rubbed my nipples through my shirt observing how hard they were just from touching them. I pulled the shirt up and over my boobs and began rubbing and pulling them. The direct effect it had on my clit sent a shiver up my belly causing me to buck my hips up as a moan escaped my lips.

Letting my other hand slide downward, I nervously slipped it under the waistband of my panties and ran it over my super sensitive bud. I circled it slowly at first letting the warm feeling spread through my body then began to increase my speed. I closed my eyes and envisioned his lips running along my collar bone, trailing his tongue between my breasts and down my belly ending right above where my fingers where massaging my swollen bundle.

My head began to spin imagining the things he could do to me, sending me into another universe full of passion and excitement. The feeling of a mighty fire igniting inside of me sending shockwaves into every muscle in my stomach as complete satisfaction began to take over.

I ran a finger through my soaked slit, returning to my clit and began rubbing harder, picturing his tongue sliding through my folds ravishing me like his hunger depended on every piece of my satisfaction. Every muscle I had tightened as the pressure in my core built, threatening to split me in half if I didn't get my release.

The bed began trembling as my impending orgasm, full of built tension, hit me so hard that I screamed out his name into my pillow. The aftershock shook me harder than the first orgasm and spilled into a second one the faster I rubbed my pulsating clit.

Sweat was covering my forehead and my chest heaved from my sexual exertion causing my legs to turn to jelly. I turned over and fell into the deepest sleep I ever encountered in my life. That night I dreamt of every possible position and sexual thing that Ethan could do to me and nothing had ever been more clear to me in my life. I wanted Ethan. I wanted to be his and I wanted him to take my virginity. But how would he react to my admission and would he be as open to my new found love of erotica or would it scare him off?

The next morning I woke up and couldn't believe how sore I was just from a few minutes of play and the thought of how bad I would be damaged once my training with Mistress began made me close my legs tightly. If I couldn't handle an orgasm from my own hands how would I take one when it was forced on me.

As I sat there going over every single scenario that could happen, my phone binged with a message. I reached over to the nightstand grabbing it from the top and smiled when I saw Ethan's name flash across the screen. I opened the text and suddenly my mood changed to panic.

Ethan: We need to talk!




Tara the cockblock. Gotdamnit!!! Just when things were about to happen!

Was it the Scotch or did Britt just make a huge step involving her sexuality?????

I knew it was too good to be true, could Ethan be regretting what happened already? Please say it isn't so.

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