Master of Two: Nascent Love by Derek, Verity Ant Read Free Book Online

the hymen. He murmured questions about
her innocence, establishing her lack of experience. And although
she was embarrassed by her carnal need and lack of sophistication
and became suddenly shy, she wanted to encourage him.
    She complained in a moan of it hurting to
have him stretching her, and he made her admit, teasing her
unmercifully as he took things slowly, that she enjoyed the pain
and craved his cock. Soon enough she admitted her sinful lust and
begged him to stop teasing her. He hesitated. Amiko squirmed
against him, whispering the words for “more” and “please,” in
French. Warning her of the searing pain she might expect, he pulled
her down forcefully onto his large endowment, and she screamed and
thrashed against him, even while her body naturally drew him in
further and further.
    A few drops of virgin blood stained the
water as she rocked against him, and not long after, she accepted
Marc’s seed and found her own stunning release.
    Amiko stayed with Marc for two years,
learning his way of doing things and experiencing the sensations he
gifted to her. The first thing he taught her was contraception,
which was a practice Amiko knew went counter to the Church’s
teachings. She was not struck dead by God, though, so maybe it
wasn’t so bad as she’d been taught. Very soon after, Marc taught
her about the heightened delight of a man’s strong fingers on her
nipples. The harsh pressure gave her an electric jolt directly down
to her core.
    His tongue on her sweet pussy wasn’t
anything like Sister Mary’s. His was relentless, never allowing her
to squirm away, no matter how intense the sensations, no matter how
many times she came with earth-shattering force. His hands on her
slender hips were strong when he tilted her bottom upward and took
her from behind.
    The sounds and smells, the rampant heat of
his cock, were all highly intoxicating and she never tired of them,
constantly wanted more. She was always wet, always ready.
    Near the end of their second year, he
started teaching her the positions of submission. It delighted her
no end to get down on her knees and kiss his feet. She knew
obeisance from her experience in the convent. It was comfortable
and familiar, and besides, she truly was worshipful of Marc. He had
given her so many moments of great pleasure; it was the least she
could do to give him the servitude he deserved.
    Each day, she went off to school and he to
work, but at night, as the glittering lights of Paris came to life
around them, so too would their secret life awaken.
    She greeted him upon his homecoming, naked,
or wearing only the skimpiest of thong panties. As he closed the
door, she would drop to her knees and kiss his shod feet, waiting
for him to call her name. He always had a kind word for her, asking
about her day as she rose to hug him and enjoy a tender kiss.
    He would give her a sharp spank on her
bottom, and she would giggle and hurry away to pour him wine. Marc
sat in his favorite chair, and told her what would please him that
day.
    “Rub my feet,” or neck or shoulders, was a
frequent request, but not long after, he’d finish his wine and rise
and she would follow him into the bedroom where she removed his
clothes and offered him more comfortable ones to change into.
    It became a routine whenever he was in town.
If she forgot anything, or neglected to put things to rights in
order for the housekeeper to do her job the next day, she was
spanked soundly. Although it often made her squirm and cry, she
loved the sting of his hand on her bottom and the hot redness there
afterward. She craved the release of tension as she sobbed at his
feet, the total freedom of knowing that her actions had
consequences and she had the choice to obey or be punished.
    They made love every night, sometimes more
than once. But Marc, in his early thirties, occasionally went out
with other women closer to his own age and didn’t come home
overnight. Amiko was unhappy and restive on those nights,