Chapter V: The Beginning

Although I am too shy to meet his gaze, I feel Mr. Masen’s eyes on my body. His stare is calculating but his touch is tender. My mind is still reeling from the proposition he has presented. I am unfamiliar with what being a submissive would entail.

“I have a contract prepared, one that is fairly detailed. We can go over your limits and find what you are comfortable with.”

Mr. Masen is smiling at me and rubbing my palm in a comforting gesture. Can I do this? Can I submit myself to a man I barely know? Something within me tells me that his presence in my life would be a positive thing. I need guidance, I need structure, and I need a man like Mr. Masen. Mr. Masen is studying me as I remain silent.

“Let me take you to bed Isabella,” he says softly, “I prefer your pussy to paperwork.”

I blush and find I want nothing more than what he suggests. It has been so long for me. I haven’t been with a man since junior year of high school. Once I started working at the club, I found sex almost repulsing. But with Mr. Masen things are different; he does not treat me like other men do. He does not look at me like a common whore, but instead, someone to care for.

“Do you want that Isabella,” he questions.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice heavy with desire.

He smiles and helps me up from my seat. “We will go over a contract later. Tonight I want to watch you cum.”

His words make me wet and I allow him to take my hand and lead me out of the room. His home is spectacular, unlike anything I have ever seen. I am astonished by such a display of wealth. Every room is beautifully furnished and every hallway displays extraordinary pieces of artwork. This man has lead a far different life than me. This man has not experienced pain, hunger, or loss.

His home office is spectacular and larger than my whole apartment. Mr. Masen dims the lights and pulls me toward a long leather couch. He gives me a roguish grin as he drags my panties down my legs and removes my bra. My nipples pucker under his gaze and I ache for him to touch.

“Are you going to take off your clothes Mr. Masen,” I tease, playfully running my hand down the buttons of his shirt.

“You are to only speak when spoken to Isabella,” he reprimands before throwing me on the couch, the leather feeling cold against my skin.

“But yes, Isabella, I think I will.”

With heavy eyes I watch him undress. He is toned, but not overly muscular and his chest is lightly covered in hair. He is the most handsome man I have had the pleasure of seeing and I can’t help but gawk at him. He does not seem to mind; he smirks at me and pulls down his trousers, freeing his erection. As soon as he is naked, he joins me on his couch, pressing his warm flesh against mine.

“Do you want this Isabella,” Mr. Masen questions as he presses his erection against my dripping core.

I smile coyly and say nothing. I want to be his good girl.

“You may answer me baby.”

“Yes sir,” I blush, staring down at the proximity from his penis to my core.

He smirks and reaches into his bedside table and rifles through a box of condoms. Taking one, he rips the package with his teeth before sliding the condom onto his throbbing erection. I watch him, my eyes transfixed on his movements. I can’t believe I am doing this, with a complete stranger at that. But I feel closer to Mr. Masen than I have the boys I have had sex with in the past.

“Are you nervous Isabella? You are shaking,” Mr. Masen comments.

“It’s been a long time,” I comment shyly.

He seems surprised but says nothing. Lining up his cock with my entrance, he thoughtfully asks, “Are you ready Bella?”

Bella. I love that. It’s what my mother used to call me.

“Yes sir.”

Without hesitation, Mr. Masen thrusts into me. He stretches me to me limit and I can practically feel him in the back of my throat. I groan and shimmy my hips away from him. He grabs my hips and forces me to stay still.

“You’re so tight Isabella,” he groans as he pulls out before thrusting into my pussy with more force. “Stay still baby, I won’t hurt you.”

I moan at his words and try to gain control of my body. As he begins to thrust, I trash beneath him, my body pleading him to bring me to orgasm. He plays my body as a familiar instrument as he plucks my nipples and rubs my clit. His touches are familiar, as if we have been together before.

“Are you close,” he asks before suckling my nipple.

“Yes sir,” I moan, quivering beneath his strong body.

“Don’t cum until I tell you to,” he orders, biting my nipple before kissing me hard on the lips.

I try to remain in control as he thrusts into me relentlessly. I bite my lip and concentrate, closing my eyes to avoid looking at the beautiful man looming over me. I hear his breaths become labored and I know he is close. He works my clit as his strong legs begin to shake between mine.

“Are you ready to cum beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, “are you ready to cum on my cock?”

His words make me moan and I nod my head, beseeching him to put an end to my agony. He plays with my clit and before I know it, all the tension in my body releases. He’s speaking to me but I cannot hear him over my screams. His cock is still driving into me at an unforgiving pace. As soon as my moans cease, I hear the sound of our wet skin slapping together.

“Cum again beautiful,” Mr. Masen demands as I feel him growing close.

I’m lost. I don’t think another orgasm is possible, but Mr. Masen seems determined. He rubs my clit and I can feel his hot breathes against my sweaty skin.

“Come on baby, cum again for me. Cum again like a good girl,” he commands.

His words make my pussy drip and his skilled fingers soon bring me to another intense orgasm.

“Cum with me,” he orders as I feel him still and ejaculate.

I cum so hard my entire body shakes. Mr. Masen is kissing every inch of my face and whispering tender words into my ear. I am so lost in my own pleasure, I barely hear him, but I know his words are kind.

His cock softens and he pulls out of me. I cringe at the loss, feeling quite sore already. Mr. Masen pulls the condom off of his flaccid cock, knots it, and throws it on the floor. He pulls me against his hard body and pets my hair.

“Be my submissive Isabella,” he quietly beseeches me as he runs his fingers through my hair, “you will want for nothing. I promise to take care of you, let me.”

“Yes.”