Girl's First Time with Her New Dom

She was rather nervous. She wore yoga pants and a tight shirt, as she didn't want to be too provocative. It was her first time meeting up with him--and most importantly, the first time she was this curious about a dominant person.

She always put guys in their place without a moment of hesitation, but he seemed different... He was the first one to talk back to her, and it caught her completely off guard. She didn't usually flinch or even give herself the chance to get nervous, but with him, she completely felt the rush of submission go through her mind.

She decided to give it a shot and meet up with him after that one encounter, where he had just told her to shut up as he caressed her face in a caring, yet dominant manner.

She gulped nervously as she heard the lock on the door turning. He opened up, saw her, and gave her the very same warm smile like back then...

Her cheeks flushed and she was at a loss for words. He didn't wear or say anything special, he didn't even look at her in any particular way--but she just felt frozen there in the sweet momentum.

He caressed her face again and started to speak.

"It seems you have arrived... Why don't you come in?" he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek.

She gathered all the courage she could and spoke up, stuttering,

"Y-Yes, sir..."

She took the tiniest steps inside, like she was ashamed. All the while, her eyes were looking at the floor, as if she was admiring the work of the one who had laid the tiles.

The door closed behind her and he turned her around, placing his index finger under her jaw and gently lifting her gaze to meet his eyes.

She went red, and visible shyness sparkled in her eyes.

He didn't say anything, but his left arm wrapped around her body, pulling her in. The hot, steamy air filled the space around them as her breathing grew heavier--her chest rising and falling like she had just run a marathon.

She gently placed her hands on his chest, batting her eyelashes at him as she nervously spoke up.

"Sir?..."

Perhaps she was confused. She was waiting for him to say something--an order. She was ready to completely submit and do as he told.

He kept his smile on and moved his fingers through her long hair, stroking her head from behind.

"Feeling nervous?" he asked, reading her eyes like he could see her whole soul trembling not to mess up this moment.

She nodded, embarrassed, and hid her face in his neck.

He kept stroking her head and kissed the top of it as he held her close to his warm body. He made her feel safe; she didn't want this moment to end. She squirmed a bit, lightly pressing against his leg and grinding gently.

He pulled her close.

She peeked up shyly, already red as a fully grown tomato in the garden. Her breathing was heavy, her lips parted...

He leaned in and brushed the tip of his tongue along her lips, like he was drawing the shape of them, before breathing cold air onto them.

"Be a good girl and start grinding on my leg..."

He let out the first command. She was clearly overfilled with joy as a shiver ran down her spine and she started grinding happily against his leg. Her panties were soaked--the thin material of her pants barely kept up as the damp spot grew bigger and bigger.

She shut her eyes after grinding a few times and squirmed.

He gently caressed her face in the same loving manner as he whispered,

"Hold back a little longer... I believe you can do it."

Her whimpers grew and her legs began to shake, gently clinging to his big leg. She started to feel really small, and had one thing on her mind: holding back the urge to release, just as he told her to.

She wanted to be a good girl and earn that praise--it would mean the world to her.

He kept teasing her in dead silence for a few more seconds as she shivered. It wasn't cold in his apartment, but her body had started to reach its limit.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and desperate desire for release. She wanted to whimper, but she kept her mouth shut.

He saw how her lips trembled, trying not to let a single sound escape. He leaned in a bit to see her pretty face better.

"You really want to finish it off... don't you? You can't hold in any longer," he said, like a doctor examining his patient.

She nodded obediently. The final moment was about to come...

"Let it slowly go... Feel how the heat is rushing through your body," he said as he brushed his firm hand against her curvy form.

His lips gently pressed on top of hers, kissing her softly as he gave her the much-desired permission.

She didn't wait at all. As soon as his lips brushed hers, she felt her body ignite.

She started to moan into his mouth, kissing him amorously, completely submitting herself as she made a wet mess on the spot. She wrapped her legs tightly over his and held on as his strong arm kept her in place, making her feel safe.

She kept shaking for a good few seconds even after climaxing, as he held her and exchanged hot kisses with her, one after another.

She finally opened her eyes and looked at him. He slowly parted his lips from hers, a string of saliva connecting their kiss.

He caressed her face and the long-awaited sentence came out of his mouth.

"That's my good girl."

She felt like she would faint on the spot and leaned into him, resting her flushed cheeks against his chest as she moaned.

She felt completely satisfied, but her body could no longer keep up with the pleasure. Her legs slowly unwrapped from around him as both of his arms wrapped around her, holding her like a sweet baby.

A little sigh could be heard before she slowly dozed off in his arms, making her first experience of this kind a truly memorable one--wondering if it even was real, or just a dream...