Katherine:
This morning I woke to the dawn of a new life, and now that life is populated
with so much more than I ever considered possible. This man...this captain of
my soul opens doors every time He looks at me...touches me...teaches me. He
seems to know what I want even before I realize it myself. How can that be?
We're eating this morning, our first, on the patio, naked for all the world to
see...free and unadorned beneath the eyes of God. I was shy initially, but this
stretch of beach is so isolated...so pristine, we have the view of each other
all to ourselves.
When He looks at me I know how much I mean to Him...His eyes tell it all...and
the words from His lips fall like a gentle rain on a parched landscape. He
knows what to say...how to say it. His very nearness replenishes me. I tell Him
then of a belief the Chinese have...of a saved life belonging to the one who
rescues it. I'm His now...His property...He owns me and I own Him.
I dive into my pancakes...a little cold now, but it's been so long since I've
had anything that tastes anywhere as good...and then the Captain suggests that
we take the strawberries and bananas inside. I'm confused at first...but He's
my Captain. I'd eat naked in Times Square if that's what He wanted...and so I
follow.
Once we're inside, He strokes me gently then directs me to sit on the couch.
His eyes are so tender, caressing, and when He softly requests me to open myself
to Him I do so without hesitation. Everything within me rushes like molten lava
between my thighs to serve His every desire...to please Him...to please myself.
He smiles, a slow expression of satisfaction crossing His features as He notices
my damp and dewy condition...then offers me a strawberry from the basket in His
hand. I pause...what's expected of me? And then I know. Slowly, I chose a
small berry...long of stem, and slip it deep into my moist channel, wetting it
with my juices, then drawing it out slick and glistening once again.
He takes my hand then, and bringing it upward toward His lips, He imprisons both
berry and fingertips in one hungry motion. I gasp, and once again I feel the
flood between my thighs crest and threaten to engulf me. The hunger in His eyes
now transcends the mere taste of berries and flesh as once more He offers the
small basket to me.
This time I understand the game and my part in it, and readily take up my role.
First, I coat the strawberry liberally with my overflowing moisture, then I take
it upon myself to offer it to His hungering lips not on my fingertips, but this
time between my teeth. He looks surprised at first, not expecting my sudden
boldness, then covers my lips with His own...inhaling the berry, my tongue and
my quivering breath deep into His body. My mind whirls...my senses spinning out
of control. How I long to take His hand and press it against my heated
flesh...to feel Him...
Then, touching me intimately, He finds me wet and ready for what's to come and
begins to peel the banana that He holds tight in His hand. I shiver...a new
experience in a day that has already held so much? But strangely I know that
whatever He has in mind it will be pleasurable...He would never hurt
me...degrade me. I'm His. I'm His cherished one...His prize. And so I open my
thighs a little wider and lean back, His will at once my own.
Slowly then...His lips caressing my trembling flesh, He inserts the tip of the
ripened fruit into my newly opened passage...nudging gently until it's fully
engulfed, retreating and thrusting again until my juices have coated it in a
heavy layer of my creamy effluent. It's only then He removes it and presses it
to my lips.
"Taste," he directs. "This is what you taste like to me. I want you to
experience it all."
Obeying without question, I part my lips and extend my tongue, delicately
licking at the pale flesh of the fruit, sucking it into my mouth with growing
appreciation. It's sweet...so sweet, and I would have taken it deeper yet, but
suddenly He removes it from my reach and nudges it once again between my thighs.
This time He watches as it slips from view, deep into my flowing slit, causing a
fresh deluge to gush from my sensitive opening.
His shaft, now hard and heavy against my leg, quivers ever so slightly as He
takes the fruit into His mouth with a gusto born of life. Breathlessly I watch
as He consumes it...my heart pounding in my breast.
Then I realize...I want to know what he tastes like as well...to feel His
manhood between my lips as He has so erotically demonstrated to me with the
phallic fruit. But it's not to be.
"May I taste?" I question, reaching for His hardened member. But to my
surprise, He declines.
"Not yet," He replies. "I have something else in mind. Come with me."
Gently He takes my hand and leads me to the Jacuzzi, turning on the bubbling
jets until the water swirls around me, relaxing me...arousing me once again.
Then, turning my body away from Him, He drapes my torso over the very edge and
takes up a position between my knees, in close proximity to my buttocks.
In the dim innocence of my life I've heard of this...of the pain, the
vulnerability that it places one in, but somehow it doesn't matter. The Captain
wants it...he wants me...and I want it all.
I sigh as His oh-so-talented fingers part my nether cheeks, exposing my tiny
untried "bud" to His gaze. The water swirls...probing, soothing as he strokes
between my thighs, titillating the crevice between my rounded orbs with His
fingers.
And then I feel it...gentle at first, then more demanding as His finger presses
unerringly into the center of my quivering ring of muscle. I shiver in spite of
the heat that surrounds me, and He pauses, allowing my body to adapt to the new
intrusion. Then, holding me fast He presses firmly against the small of my back
with His left hand, causing my back to bow and my buttocks to become more
prominent.
Again He begins to move, thrusting more rapidly now, my anus closing tightly
around His finger as He probes over and over deep within me. He continues in
this way until I begin to relax and let the sensation flow pleasurably between
us. It's at this point that His lone finger is joined by another... doubling
the sensuous torment to which my tiny opening is being exposed. I bite my lower
lip. If two fingers, miniscule by comparison feel this enormous, what will it
feel like when...
I haven't long to wonder. The Captain watches me carefully, waiting until I'm
once again aroused and rocking intimately against His probing fingers, then
withdraws and presses the knob of His throbbing manhood against my narrower
passage. He thrusts.
I scream...the pain...the pain!
Again He pauses, holding me yet in place, His engorged sex deep in my anus as I
writhe beneath Him, my body seeking to accommodate His massive intrusion. The
water, so soothing, swirls around us, and as my body slowly eases its tight grip
he presses forward...deeper, until He's fully engaged and I lay breathless and
panting before Him.
My fingers curl into trembling fists, my nails piercing the palms of my hands as
He again begins to move. Pleasure and pain...pleasure and pain...each a part of
the other sweep over me as He penetrates deep into my belly. Finally the sounds
of His satisfaction caress my ears and I feel His heated offering fill me,
spilling into the swirling water that engulfs us. I've pleased Him, and in
doing so I've pleased myself. I'm overjoyed.
But...what's this?
Sighing deeply then, He remains within me but now seeks to maneuver my trembling
body over one of the bubbling jets that surges around us. There, positioning my
hungering clit above a pulsating water jet He holds me, impaled, until the
sensation renders me senseless and I once again find myself screaming, this time
in blessed relief.
And so ends our first morning together. My mind wanders to the curious
implements I'd seen hanging in the closet...in the dresser drawers, and I know.
We're not over yet. My innocence has yet to be challenged on a still greater
scale. The day is young...and the warm water swirls around us.
I am His.
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