was your safe word, as the ritual demands. And you—is it came? Come, came?”
Andrea blushed a deep crimson. She had to admit to herself, unexpected or not, she had absolutely loved what Jan had done to her the night before. “I did,” she admitted.” I enjoyed it, and I climaxed—I came.” She bit her bottom lip for a moment, trying to decide exactly how to go about explaining what was wrong with the situation they were in. “It’s just—I haven’t ever done that before, with anyone.”
Jan stared at her with something like shock, “You were a virgin?”
“No—I have had sex before, but it wasn’t… the videos you saw, it isn’t always the way humans have sex. There are…” she sighed. “It’s complicated,” she said dully.
“Ah—I see, I forgot to ask you what your limits are. I am sorry, little one—I should have done the full ritual with you.” Andrea started to interrupt, to explain, but Jan was kneeling, bringing his lips to hers to kiss her. “I apologize for not learning your limits first. I have not been a good Master, but we will talk about your limits now, while I can control myself.” Andrea contemplated for another moment whether or not she should explain just how grossly Jan had managed to misinterpret the videos he had seen, but it wasn’t possible for her to deny she had really enjoyed the sex with him the night before. She had enjoyed being tied up and had enjoyed being spanked much more than she wanted to admit, even to herself.
“Okay,” she said, swallowing and taking a deep breath. “Let’s discuss this.” Jan nodded solemnly. “Just—just what kinds of things are you interested in? What do you know about?”
“It is for you to tell me what you want and do not want,” he told her, reaching out to tousle her hair. “You are my little one. You will be my sub, my mate.” Andrea almost groaned in frustration. She reminded herself to breathe in spite of the tingling anticipation working through her body.
“I don’t like…” she hesitated—she had never tried any of it. How could she know what she did and didn’t like? “I don’t know the extent to which you’re informed. I don’t… I’ve never done this, and I’m a little scared.” Jan stood, pulling Andrea up with him; he led her quickly towards the couch and sat down, positioning her on his lap. She wondered for a moment why exactly she was letting him lead her around, why she hadn’t insisted on a more equal seating arrangement.
“I did not know you were a virgin,” he said, smiling a little sadly. “When the time is correct, I fully intend to take all of your holes and make you my sub.”
Andrea checked, alarm flooding her. “All—all my holes?” she asked, her voice going shrill with dismay and surprise. “You—oh god, you mean…” she shook her head. “No. You are not putting that in—no.”
Jan frowned. “I had understood this to be part of the ritual,” he said. His hand slid along her back, coming to stop at the curve of her ass. “I have seen it—the submissive gives in to her Master, and he takes her this way.” Andrea shook her head.
“You—you would tear me to pieces!”
“I understand that you are much smaller than the females I am used to,” he said, his voice gentle. “I would—what is the word—I would train you, slowly, so that you could take me.” Andrea pressed her lips together. She had never considered herself a prude, but she had never been even a little interested in anal sex. It had always seemed dirty, a little gross, almost debasing.
“Let’s…let’s revisit that later. I don’t…” Andrea took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid fluttering of her heart. “Right now I don’t think I like that.”
Jan frowned again and nodded. “I must prove myself to be a good Master, and then you will let me take you this way.” Andrea considered explaining to him that that day might never come, but she decided it was just far
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