Chapter 6

Another lesson... (1)

When I woke up, I was blindfolded again. I was no longer handcuffed, in a way. Technically I was still handcuffed, only there were two sets of handcuffs now, one per wrist, and they were attached to something else. It felt like I was laying on top of a mattress, so I assumed that the handcuffs were attached to a bed frame. The handcuffs were padded, and they were the first sign that something not fun was going on.

Sign number two was the fact that I was naked. Completely and utterly naked, except for the pendant, which I could feel resting atop my chest. It was almost comforting having it there when everything else was gone, but not enough. Of course, the fact that I was handcuffed to the bed didn't help.

Sign number three was the fact that I was painfully hard, despite being naked in an unfamiliar place with a blindfold on and handcuffed to the bed. And I was warm, almost burning up, and sweating like a pig. I tried to pull at the handcuffs, and as I moved my body felt heavy, like it was loathe to move.

Apparently my movement was enough to tell the other person in the room that I was awake, because right after I pulled at the handcuffs, I heard the faint sound of skin on fabric and felt the mattress depress as another person started kneeling on the bed. I felt more movement around me, slow and deliberate, but not once did the person come in contact with me.

"Wh-who's there?" I called out.

"Don't worry," the familiar voice of Michal said. "It's just me."

"Don't worry?" I asked, as I bit back a gasp. As I spoke, he had lowered his head to the spot where my neck blended into my collarbone and had bitten down, gently but firmly. Just that one sensation had sent a line of fire down my nerves straight to my crotch, and my hips bucked involuntarily.

"What the hell... am I... supposed to... think when I wake up... and find myself... naked and... handcuffed to a... bed!?" I managed to get out, in between panting and gasping as he nibbled and licked his way down my chest from my collarbone to my right nipple. I tried not to groan as he ground my nipple between his teeth, but that failed miserably.

"You need not think right now," he said, taking a small amount of time away from sucking at my nipple to talk. "Just feel, and learn what it is to be with a man."

He then abandoned my nipple, completely ignoring the other one, and started to work his way down my chest and stomach, leaving a wet trail in his wake. He paused for a moment at my belly button, circling it with his tongue a few times, before continuing downward. By then, I had realized what his destination was, as had my body, and the two of us were not quite in agreement as to whether we actually wanted him to reach his destination or not.

"I thought I said I didn't waaaannngh...!" I started to say, but my thoughts got sidetracked as he reached his goal and I felt a wet heat envelop my so far neglected erection. For several moments, my brain was like mush (very warm, very excited mush, but still mush), as he sucked and licked me right to the edge of orgasm. I had almost reached the point of no return when he pulled back all of a sudden, and found myself crying out in disappointment before I could stop myself.

"You didn't want this, right?" he asked me, and I started to node violently, only to start shaking my head instead. No, I didn't want it, but... "But you need it now, don't you?" This time I nodded. There was something inside of me that was burning, and I had the feeling that it would continue to burn until he helped me put it out, even if that meant it burned me up from the inside out.

"I would have rather not had to teach you like this," he said, sounding almost sad, not that he actually took pity on me and finished it off or anything like that. "Lyrra's dog can produce quite an impressive range of drugs, you know. Including one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs I have ever encountered. I would rather you be here because of my talents, and not some drug, but seeing as it has come to this point..."

As I saw it, I had two choices at that point. One, I could continue to fight as much as I could, as I had been up until that point. Obviously my body was not in the mood to cooperate with me, probably because of the aphrodisiac that Michal had mentioned just a moment earlier, but that didn't mean that I couldn't be protesting the entire way. That would make it rape, not that I thought I would ever be able to get the judicial system breathing down anyone's neck for it. I had the feeling that there would be something that would put all involved above the normal human law.

Or, I could just give up and go along for the ride. As I said before, my body was definitely going to take that particular path, as it had been telling me over and over again ever since I woke up and found myself already hard. And while I really didn't want to have sex with anyone at the moment, especially not Michal, I wasn't really ready to be raped either. So...

"Would you stop babbling already and just hurry up and do it?" I growled.

"Do you even know what it is you want me to do?" I felt one of his hands at my side, urging me to lift my hips so that he could work his other hand under me. His finger started somewhere on my spine and traveled downward, just barely brushing against my skin on the way. Until it reached the cleft of my buttocks, at which point it slipped into the cleft and continued down to the pucker hidden deep inside. He rubbed his finger lightly at that spot, the question echoing in my head as he did so.

"I..." I said, my mouth suddenly dry. "I don't really have much of a choice, do I?"

"No, that you do not," he said, laughing a little. Then he removed his finger. I whined a little at this, an involuntary reaction, though I had tensed up every time he had pushed lightly against that opening down there. "Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going to leave you wanting. I just need to prepare some things before we begin."

I felt him get up off of the bed and then heard the sounds of a drawer opening. A moment later, I felt the pressure on the bed around me, and it seemed like this time he wasn't being so careful climbing on top of me, because I felt him brush against me several times as he got himself in a sitting position on top of my legs. And then, I felt something that definitely wasn't a finger moving in odd patterns, ones that almost felt like letters, across my chest and stomach.

"What the?" I asked. He didn't say anything, just continued whatever he was doing. This continued for several minutes, and I had to bite my lip several times to keep from laughing as he covered certain areas on my stomach and sides, my arousal almost forgotten in the face of the tickling sensation a little farther upward. And then, finally, he finished.

"Now that that is done..." he whispered, tweaking both of my nipples at once, and immediately bringing my attention back to the actual situation. Still, I was curious to know what he had just done.

"What was that?" I asked, as he positioned himself at the end of the bed, using both of his hands to reposition my legs. I ended up sitting there with my legs spread wide apart and bent at the knees, feet flat on the bed. It left me feeling vulnerable, and far too aware of the reason for my presence at that moment.

In response to my question he clicked his tongue, almost as if he didn't really want to talk about anything at the moment, which was understandable. We were in the middle of what would definitely classify as sex. But, at the same time, I was more than a little worried and apprehensive about what was coming up, and I was looking for any sort of distraction that I could find, even if in the end it just served to take my mind off of what was in store.

"I was preparing the power conservation spell that I will have to weave during the act," he said, as he continued to play with left nipple. "It is much easier to achieve the correct results if I prepare your body ahead of time, rather than weaving everything together on the spot. I may be better at it that the average spellcaster, but completing anything as complex as this spell during orgasm is a risky bet at best."

I was tempted to ask exactly what sort of spell he had to cast during orgasm, but I was afraid that he would actually tell me. I decided before I could get the question out that I didn't want to know that badly, especially not when he had just gone through all of the preparation. So I stayed silent, and tried not to shake as I felt his finger, coated in something slippery and cold, questing for the entrance down there again.

"This may hurt a bit," he said. "Especially if you don't relax a little. It takes some time to get used to the sensation, but I promise you it will begin to feel good after a bit if you just go with it instead of fighting."

I tried to relax, but it wasn't really the easiest thing to do right then. Especially not after he had just told me that it would hurt. Especially not after the full reality of what he was about to do hit me. That just made me more tense, and made it all that much more impossible to even think about relaxing.

I guess that was why he chose that moment to kiss me. I knew what I had been expecting, and it didn't include another mouth on mine, tongue slipping in with almost no problem because it had caught me by surprise. It didn't include the hand that grabbed at my member and pumped at it gently, in synch with the mouth sucking at my tongue, either. And those two actions, having caught me so off guard, set my body on fire again, not that it had ever really gone out.

I think that was why he did it. The renewed burn of pleasure in my body was enough to make me relax a bit, and the moment he felt that, the finger, still present down there, slipped inside with significantly less trouble than it would have had a few moments earlier. Of course, the moment I felt the tip of that finger slip past that tight ring of muscle, I couldn't help but tense up. And the moment that happened, he stopped pushing, to let me become accustomed to the feeling of something foreign invading down there.

We continued like that for a bit. He sat and waited, pulling at my erection and/or sucking at my mouth, neck, and chest, until I managed to relax myself enough that he could push farther in, or even add another finger. And I would almost immediately tense back up again the moment he moved, which made him have to stop again and wait. It was slow, but each time I got a little more used to it, and it was a little easier and faster to relax. Meanwhile, he slowly, but surely, worked his fingers around down there, stretching, and questing for something.

I realized exactly what it was that he was looking for when he found it. When he crooked his finger slightly and I saw stars. Now that I think of it, I should have expected it eventually, but I wasn't expecting anything like that at that moment. The entire thing hurt (though the pain was getting less and less every second), and I expected that. It was starting to feel good, in a stretched way, and I expected that. I just wasn't expecting him to hit something that felt that good, and that made me lose control right then and there, splattering his hand (and probably him as well) with the proof of just how good it felt.

He laughed at that, not a mocking laugh, but the kind of kind laugh that was full of nothing but goodwill. "I take it it's starting to feel good now?" he asked, though he obviously already knew the answer to that. I didn't bother to answer him, just moaned a little as he wiggled his fingers and brushed up against that spot again, sending another flash of fire through my body, which apparently hadn't had enough yet and was more than ready to go again. (I blamed that on whatever drugs that other guy had slipped me while kissing me.)

"I guess it's about time..." he said, pulling his fingers out. My first reaction was one of regret, whining a little about the loss of something that had definitely been feeling quite a bit more pleasurable than it had at first. But then, a moment or two later, I felt something quite a bit thicker than a finger pressing lightly at my entrance, and that regret faded, to be replaced by a bit of fear, but a rather healthy dose of desire as well.

But still...fear.

"Don't worry," he said, his voice soft and low near my ear. For a moment, he moved away from my body, but I realized almost immediately that it was just so he could reach up and undo the handcuffs chaining me to the bed. Before I knew it, he was lifting my legs up and putting them on either side of his body, around his waist, I think, and that same thick, blunt, object was back in its previous position. "I'll take it nice and slow. First, take a deep breath." I did as he said. "Now exhale."

I started to breathe out, and he started to push in at the same time. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out in pain as he continued to push, the muscles there stretching, but not quite enough to allow easy entrance. It hurt, but at the same time there was something...oddly exciting about the entire situation. (Of course, that might have been the fact that we were in fact having sex.)

He took it slow, almost painfully so, though I imagine the slowness was far worse for him than it was for me. By the time he got the head all the way in, I found myself wishing he would just throw away the idea of caution and shove his way in. I remember thinking that any damage he might cause doing that had to be better than that agonizing little by little constant pressure as he "inched" (more like millimetered, but that's not a word) his way in. And then, once the hardest part was over, he stopped, to let us both take a breath before finishing the first step.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Am I going too fast?"

"Not fast enough," I panted.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I thought we already established that it would hurt, and that we couldn't really do anything about that." I said hotly. "You're not gonna break me, so would you just hurry it up already?" Even as I said it, I found myself wondering if it was a wise thing to say.

"Is that so?" he asked, and I swallowed hard at the tone of his voice, slightly angry, but mostly so very aroused that it scared me. But my pride wouldn't let me back down at that point, so I nodded.

And, with one single motion, he slid himself in to the hilt. No more little by little. No more asking if he was going too fast. Just one movement that caught me almost completely by surprise and shook me with the impact, hitting that one spot deep within me as he pushed inward. Then he paused, again. I found that I had stopped breathing for a moment after he moved, but I only realized it because I started breathing again after he stopped.

After a moment or two to let me adjust to this new feeling, the stretching that was now just a hair short of painful and the fullness that... was definitely not like anything I had ever felt before. The fullness was weird...but at the same time it was certainly not unwelcome, something I realized when he started to pull out and I felt something within me twinge in disappointment for a moment. Of course, he didn't pull out completely, and moment later he was slamming right back in.

We continued like that for a while, him pulling out almost unbearably slowly, and then thrusting in, hard. Each thrust came a little sooner, a little faster, and before I knew it he was pounding into me relentlessly. Every single thrust hit that same spot deep within me, causing me to gasp every time. And, without really realizing that I was doing anything more than gasping and moaning, I found myself begging for more, for him to slam into me faster and harder.

When he took one of his hands off of my hip and stuck it between our bodies to grasp my member firmly, it was almost enough to send me over the edge right then and there. As it was, I didn't last long after that. The combination of the slightly rough friction on my mostly neglected erection and the blunt object repeatedly butting up against that spot deep within me was just too much, and a few particularly hard thrusts later I came, spilling my seed all over his hand and both our stomachs. He came almost immediately after that, based on the loud grunt from him and the odd change in the feeling of him inside of me.

I couldn't really do anything but lay there panting after that. It was almost like all of my energy had been ejected from me along with the proof of my second orgasm of the day (or maybe it was night by then, I wasn't sure anymore). I technically could have gotten up and fled the room at that moment, right after he pulled out his now flaccid member, but I wasn't sure if I could even work up the will to sit up, let alone bolt. As it was, I just lay there and basked in the warm, fuzzy feeling that had come over me, enjoying it more than a little when he reached down and retrieved a warm, moist cloth to wipe off the various fluids that would be uncomfortably sticky before long.

I almost fell asleep like that, even though I hadn't been conscious for very long at that point. He finished up wiping us off and disappeared for a moment, probably disposing of the cloth somewhere, and I just drifted in a sea of fuzzy warmth, not quite aware of anything going on around me, but not quite asleep either. When he got back, he gently lifted me up, moved me over on the bed a bit, and then stretched out next to me. He didn't lay down right away, but traced a strange pattern on my skin with the finger, muttering a little as he did so. After that, I heard him make a noise of contentment, and then he laid down next to me, pulling a blanket up from the foot of the bed to cover the two of us.

"Sleep now," he said softly, rubbing his hand along the top of my head almost as if he was petting a dog or cat.

"'m not tired," I mumbled, despite the fact that I was already having a hard time keeping my eyes open. He just laughed, and continued to stroke my hair as I fell deeper and deeper in to the sleepiness that was washing over me. Before I knew it, my eyes were closing, and I couldn't open them back up in time to stay awake...