Hold My Hand
thick shaft move in and out of my mouth. I
dared not look away. I was pinned before him. I took in every
stroke, the texture of his smooth skin over his steel-hard rod. I
marveled at my lips straining to remain open and was lost in
William. His touch, his scent and his voice embraced me.
    “You will swallow everything
I give you. And once you’ve cleaned me, you’ll thank me.” In this
moment, held by the intensity in his cocoa-rich brown eyes, he once
again ensnared me. I shivered at his words as his voice slid down
my spine. A brief rush of panic filled my senses when I
contemplated following his instructions. Will I like it? Can I do
what he’s asked?
    “You can do this. I see the
panic in your eyes but don’t fear this. I want you to simply accept
and embrace it.” William massaged his fingers in my hair even as he
continued to hold my head in place. The heat between my legs grew
stronger at his affirmation.
    I nodded – it’s all I could
do. William pumped in and out, long thrusts that cause his cock to
brush against the back of my throat each time. I was close to being
overwhelmed but the desire within me gave me strength. I felt
powerful. With one final thrust, the first jets of semen hit my
tongue. It was warm, salty and not entirely tasty but none of that
mattered when I considered what I’d just done. I held William in my
mouth. What a heady thought.
    I swallowed as his essence
filled me, swallowing and pulling from him to fill myself on
everything he had to offer. I was so hungry for him, my desire to
show him how much I wanted him so strong that I forgot myself. I
tasted the salty cream on my tongue and dripping down my throat
with the final pulses of his release. I shivered at the knowledge
that William had just very much become a part of me. He was inside
me.
    “Good, little elf. Well
done.” William’s words lit my world.
    He had so suddenly become my
center, my moon around which I now orbit. Though there’s that tiny
part of me that wondered if my desire for this submission might be
wrong, I couldn’t deny the attraction –the compulsion to go to him-
than I could resist taking my next breath. It was all William. He
alone has created this desire within me and I craved more still. I
said a silent prayer we weren’t done. Still on my knees, I beamed
up at him. I was ready for my next lesson.
    William took me to his
bedroom then. It was large like the rest of his home, fashioned in
warm, rich tones of browns. The bed I spent last night sleeping in
sat below a stained glass window that was sure to cast a beautiful
rainbow of light during the daytime.
    I was quiet, still unsure of
myself. I sought out his hand, needing William’s guidance. He
tugged me to the bathroom door across the room and turned on the
light. “Take care of your needs, place your clothing in the hamper
and then come join me in bed.”
    “What will I wear to
bed?”
    “Nothing. You’ll sleep in
nothing while in my bed. And I plan to have you in my bed as often
as possible.”
    Ducking my head and moving
into the bathroom, I smiled at his words. He hadn’t said it but I
felt loved.

Chapter Five
    I laid myself before
him.

    Content as a cat in the
afternoon sun, I curled myself up on the couch in William’s study
while he took care of work on Saturday. After joining him in his
bed the night before, we did nothing more than sleep. William
curled his body against my back and held me, my cheek on his arm
wrapped securely around me. It was warm and the feeling of safety
engulfed me until I floated to sleep on a cloud of bliss. Never had
I felt such happiness.
    “Come here, little elf,”
William called to me from where he sat at his desk. I immediately
unfolded myself and walked to him. “I’ve arranged an appointment
for you with my personal physician’s assistant. I thought you’d be
more comfortable with a woman.”
    “Why do I need a doctor?”
The hairs on the back of my neck rise with the quickening of my
heart

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