Too late for that, he thought with a thread of amusement. If she hasn't noticed your cock is standing straight up she needs her eyes checked

God, her breasts are gorgeous. His palms itched with the desire to hold them in his hands, to feel the wonderful weight, to stroke and kiss the soft curves until she screamed his name.

“Everything, Master?" Her voice trembled.

“Everything,”

Her fingers shook as she pulled down the faded flower-print cloth of her skirt, and then her panties, the high-cut lace strangely incongruous compared to the rest of her clothes.

She met his eyes triumphantly. "Good," he said. "Now, Lie down on the bed. On your back, legs spread, hands over your head. No," he said as she settled back, her hands resting on the crown of her head.

“Over your head. Grab the bars of the bed frame."

“Like this, Master?" she asked.

“Yes. Well done. My name is Alex," he said, with the air of one tossing a coin to a beggar.

“You may use it, if you wish.”

“Yes...Alex."

“I said, spread your legs, Maria." For the first time, he gave his voice the bite of command. Instantly, her Legs shifted, spreading wide, revealing her innermost secrets. The Lips of her labia parted, and he could smell the faint tang of her musk in the warm air of the room. He crouched at the side of the bed. He placed one hand on her thigh, his fingers only inches away from her groin.

“Iam going to make love to you now, Maria," he said.

“And you are going to hold still. Your hands are not going to Leave the bedframe. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

He kissed her, hard and swift.

“And you can stop this any time you want. What do you want as your safe word?" he asked.

Her eyes were open and trusting on his.

“Starfire,” she said.

"Starfire," he repeated carefully, and she nodded confirmation.

He moved down to the foot of the bed. Sinking onto the mattress, he slowly made his way up towards Maria, his hands brushing the sides of her legs, enjoying the feel of her skin as she broke out into gooseflesh at his touch. Braced on his elbows above her, he looked deep into her eyes, allowing the shaft of his cock to drop down until it was nestled between her nether lips. He saw an instant's fear in her eyes.

That he would drive himself into her unprepared, hurt her while he took his own pleasure. Her knuckles whitened where they grasped the iron railings of the bedstead, and he could see the cords in her wrists tighten. He shook his head, hoping she could see the truth in his face.

"You are mine," he whispered.

“I am yours," she returned, and his heart took wing as she gave him the priceless gift of her trust. He moved back down her body, his lips barely brushing her skin, torturing her with kindness. He avoided her breasts with their tense, turgid nipples, even as she tilted her body to bring them within reach of his mouth. Instead, he laid a series of tongue-wet kisses on the soft brown skin of her stomach, one hand slowly combing through the soft, neatly-trimmed curls of her pubic hair.

He lay between her legs, his elbows keeping his head raised. His head was only inches away from her folds, and he inhaled deeply. The delicate lips of her cleft were unfurled slightly, and slick with her dew. With an inward prayer, he kissed her, his mouth soft, open, and loving, his tongue reaching out to trace the gentle whorls of her labia. Immediately he tasted her tangy nectar, the flavor of her exploding in his mouth, making him wonder why he had ever wanted anything else. Maria writhed under his touch, and he slid his hands under her buttocks, cradling her taut muscles in his palms, all the while diving deeper and deeper into her soaking cleft. His nose was pressed against her black curls and her scent was everywhere, filling him, until he thought he could spend a day just breathing and not grow tired of it.