Saving Little Amy (An Age Play Romance) (8 page)

“That was amazing.”  He said as he exhaled smoke.  “I can’t believe it was your first time doing that.  You’re a natural.”

“Thank you…”  I crawled up into his chair beside him and cuddled under his arm.

“I’m sorry I got so moody.  That definitely isn’t like me.”  He said as more smoke drifted out of his mouth.

“That is why you have me.”  I said with a smile. “I’ll do anything you need to take your mind off of things.”

“That was a very good start.”  He said with a smile.

He finished his cigarette and then he started to run his fingers down my abdomen.  I was burning with desire after what I had done for him and just feeling his hand slide into the waistband of my pajama pants set me on fire.  He slid his fingers down to my clitoris and started to kiss my neck.  I felt like I was going to faint from his touch.  His thick finger moved in a circle around it and then slid down past it to the place no man had touched me before.  I had definitely done it on my own, but it was different not being in control.  I felt a moan of pleasure rise up out of me that I had never heard before when his finger slid into my vaginal cavity and began to massage slightly massage the interior.  After his finger was soaked in my vaginal secretions, he moved it back to my clitoris and started to move in circles around it again.  The combination of his mouth on my neck and his finger on my clitoris was heavenly.  I leaned into him and closed my eyes.

“You know my cock is going to wreck that tight virgin pussy of yours.”  He said as he moved up to my ears.

“Oh god…”  I moaned at the thought of it.  I felt my pussy getting wetter as he said it.

“I’ll ruin you for other men, which means you’ll be my submissive little girl forever.”  He bit on my ear.

“I don’t want another man, I just want you.”  I sighed and snuggled closer.

“When you’re a good little girl, I’ll reward you.”  He pulled away and slid down to the floor.

He wrapped his hands around the waistband of my pajama pants and dug his fingers into my panties.  He pulled them down with a quick motion, tugging them down to my knees.  He slid my panties and my pajama pants off, leaving me naked from the waist down.  His hands moved up my thighs and locked behind my knees, lifting them up.  He started to kiss the interior of my exposed thighs, making his way towards the wetness between my legs.  He positioned himself directly between them and his tongue extended out, tapping my clitoris several times before he moved down the side of my labia.  Absolute ecstasy engulfed me.  I brought both hands up and locked them together, placing them across my face and biting down on the bottom of my hand.  My hips rolled forward, completely engulfed in the pleasure as he moved down one side of my labia and up the other.  Some of my friends had told me how amazing it was, but I had no idea how amazing it could be until I felt it for myself.

“That feels so good.”  I moaned with pleasure.

His tongue was like a tease, completely circling my labia and my clitoris, but never touching them.  The tender flesh that surrounded them was ignited with with a need for more, but he deprived me of it.  After his tongue circled the whole area several times, I was moaning, moving my pussy towards him, but being denied every time I tried to get it closer to his tongue.  I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, trying to guide his tongue where I wanted it, but he pushed my arm away and kept me there on the edge of being pleasured, unable to get what I needed.  He placed his finger on my pelvis and stretched the skin, making it even more sensitive as he ran his tongue across it.  I sank back into the chair and tried to control my breathing. My feet kicked in the air and my body vibrated as I begged him to give me more.

“Please…”  I whispered, once again trying to guide his tongue, but he pushed my hand away.

“The anticipation is the best part.”  He said with a light chuckle.

“I’ve anticipated long enough!”  I whined.

“Not yet…”  He said as his tongue moved to the crease between my thigh and pelvis. 

I tried to control my legs and the building titillation mixed with misery.  He moved from one side of my pelvis to the other and then once again returned to the tender flesh around the circumference of my pussy.  He slowly circled it, getting closer and closer with each rotation.  After he got to the edge of my clitoris, he slowly swirled his tongue around the hard knot and it felt like a surge ran through my whole body.  His tongue slid down the edge of my slit, which was still pulled tight because of the way he had stretched my skin.  Unfortunately, one tiny tease was all I got.  He started moving in the other direction, rotating around my labia and clitoris, moving further away from the center with each rotation.  I felt tense again, like the pressure had built up inside me and the release was needed, but I couldn’t have it.  I groaned as he moved away once again.

“No…”  I said with a whimper.  “Go back…”

He laughed a little to himself and slowly released the hand that was pressed to my pelvis, letting the skin return to normal form.  He placed a finger on each side of my labia and pushed it apart.  Feeling his breath there sent more waves of tension through me as I waited for his tongue to finally touch down.  He licked around my clitoris a few times, which had turned into a hard knot of pleasure.  Each touch was driving me over the edge to the point I thought I was going to orgasm without him even trying.  His tongue moved down the sensitive inner labia, keeping away from the vaginal cavity as he made the circle.  My whole body was ignited with desire, and I couldn’t believe how much he had teased me.  He finally brought his tongue down to the edge of my vaginal cavity and plunged inside.

“Oh god… Yes, right there.”  I moaned.

I couldn’t believe how good the penetration felt from his tongue.  I normally masturbated by simply rubbing my clitoris, but the teasing had made almost every nerve ending in my pussy a pleasure spot.  I started to push my hips forward, trying to get his tongue deeper.  He plunged it inside several times and then moved up to my clitoris, rapidly circling it with his tongue.  I moaned several times and then he flicked his tongue against it a few times before moving back down and rapidly sliding the length into my wetness.  I had been teased so long I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold on, no matter how much I wanted to experience the pleasure for as long as possible.  My hips lunged forward as he moved to my clitoris again and started to lightly push into my vaginal cavity with his thumb.  I bit down on my hand, resisting the urge to simply scream.

“I’m gonna cum…”  I said through the clenched skin.

He picked up the pace even more.  His thumb moved into the tightness of my vaginal cavity and his tongue circled my clitoris over and over.  There was no way I could hold back.  I felt a surge of emotions and passion as I started to orgasm.  It started fast with a sudden burst of pleasure, and then it seemed to come in waves, a little one, a big one, and then smaller waves of intensity.  My hips bucked with each one, to the point he had to grip my thighs and circle my clitoris in order to keep me in place.  When it was finally over, my whole body felt weak.  I sank further into the chair and my eyes refused to even open.  He cleaned himself up and then moved back up into the chair, taking me in his arms, and pulling me against his chest.  I rested there for a few minutes, using all of the energy I had left to simply draw a breath.

“Now,
that
was amazing.”  I finally said softly as I lay against him.

“Good little girls get rewarded.”  He said with a smile and lit a cigarette.  “Bad little girls get punished.”

“I like being good.”  I replied as I felt sleep coming on.

***

I woke up and found he had drifted off to sleep as well.  I slowly pulled myself up and walked into the kitchen.  I was in dire need of coffee, tea, or a direct infusion of caffeine.  I settled on a pot of coffee and started making it as I looked back into the living room and watched him sleep.  I couldn’t believe I had spent a lifetime alone when the perfect man for me was so close.  I knew I had assignments I should be focusing on for school with orientation complete and hard deadlines ahead for my online classes, but all I wanted to do was snuggle back up with Solomon.  Before I had a chance, he woke up and caught a glimpse of me watching him.  He dressed himself and walked into the kitchen, taking me in his arms and kissing me deeply.  The kiss lasted until the coffee pot finally gurgled the last drop.  He walked over and poured two cups, dumping his normal assortment into his while I did the same to mine.

“There is something I need to talk with you about.”  He walked over to the kitchen table and motioned for me to sit.

“I remember…  Chloe interrupted us.”  I took my seat across from him and he held my hand in his, moving his thumb across my knuckles.

“I’m a very old fashioned guy.  I believe in a traditional household where the man sits at the head of the table and makes all of the decisions.”  He looked me in the eyes as he said it.

“I understand.”  I said with a nod.  It was no surprise to me based on what I knew about him so far.

“I need to make sure you do understand and you’re not just saying you understand.  I don’t have an interest in any other type of relationship.  That is why I’ve struggled to find someone else.  My wife was perfectly fine with that arrangement, in fact she was looking for the exact same thing because it was how she was raised.  You weren’t raised like that…”  He kept his focus on me as if he was trying to gauge my reaction.

“I know, but I can adjust.  I kind of like knowing you will take care of me.  I’ve never had that.  My life has been a struggle and a fight just to make it from one day to the next.”  I looked down at his calloused hand which was still stroking my knuckles in a soothing manner.

”I’m falling hard for you, Amy.  You’ll crush me if you leave, but if you feel like you’re not cut out for it, I will understand.  If you ask any of my ex-girlfriends, they’ll tell you I’m an arrogant, self-centered prick.  I’m possessive, jealous, and a control freak.  I get angry, fly off the handle, drink too much, smoke too much, and I tend to act impulsively without stopping to talk things out.  I’m trying to change that last part with you, or at least I’m trying to talk things out before you are in too deep for me to let you go.”  I felt like he had flayed himself open and bared his soul to me.

“Your ex-girlfriends have said all of that about you?” I blinked a couple of times.

“Well, ex-girlfriends, ex-partners, and a shrink that the force made me see after a couple of incidents.”  He smiled.  “But I think they sum me up quite nicely.  It is better to own it than to let others try to hurt you with it.”

“Well, Detective Solomon Crane…”  I reached over and wrapped my other hand around the one that was holding mine.  “I’m afraid I’m already in too deep for you to let me go, so I guess I’ll just have to learn to live with all of that.”

“There’s more.”  He lit up a cigarette and looked me in the eyes again.

“There’s more?”  I asked and smiled. “Okay, I’m listening…”

“In order for me to indoctrinate you into a life as my little girl, you will have to be regressed.  You will depend on me for everything from your morning bath to the food you eat.  You will not do anything without asking.  You will be completely submissive to me, and you will do what I say without question.  You will belong to me, every part of you, and you will never deny me what I want.”  He took a drag off of his cigarette.

My heart started to race a little bit as his words were processed.  “I’ll…I’ll try.”

“There is no try.  There is only trust, trust that I would never do anything to hurt you unless you deserve it.”  His hand grasped mine tightly and turned it over.  He bent my palm upwards until the skin was tight.

“I do trust you!”  I winced at the pressure.

“Are you sure?”  He puffed his cigarette several times, tapped the ashes off of the end and then pulled my palm towards the smoldering tip.

“I do, but what are you doing?”  I clenched my face up as I felt the heat.

“Trust must be absolute.”  He said as he pushed it closer.

I tried to steady my nerves, and I finally relaxed them, even though I was terrified beneath the surface.  “I do trust you.”

“Good.”  He released my hand and stubbed out his cigarette.  “You’ll have to trust me in order to become my little girl.  Pain and pleasure intertwine in my world, but under no circumstances will I ever lay a hand on you or hurt you unless you deserve it.”

“I don’t plan on doing anything to deserving it.”  I rubbed the hot spot on my hand and found that it was not burned, just very warm.

“Are you sure this is the life for you?”  He asked as he stood up.

“Yes.”  I replied.  “I’m absolutely certain it is.”

“Then come with me.”  He reached out his hand and I took it.

He took me upstairs and walked towards his bedroom.  I wondered if I was going to finally lose my virginity.  I steadied my walk and told myself that I was ready.  There was a time when I was terrified of it, even hesitant to even explore my own body, but I felt safe with Solomon.  I didn’t feel like I would ever have any issues trusting him.  It was mostly fear that drove me to question him when he held the cigarette to my hand.  I knew I was going to have to find a way to overcome that.  As he opened the door, I realized I had never actually seen inside it.  It was a lot larger than the guest room or the room I stayed in.  There was a dip into the edge of it which was set up as a sun room.  It also had a bathroom which was even larger than the two other ones.  I couldn’t see all of it when he opened the door, but I could see a large whirlpool tub.  It was the type I had always dreamed of bathing in one day.  He stepped into the room and turned to me.

“Take off your clothes.”  He folded his arms and waited.

“Yes sir.”  I said with a nod.

I undressed rather quickly, letting them fall to the floor beside me.  Solomon had already seen me naked when he spanked me, and he had definitely seen everything else when we were downstairs earlier, so there was no reason to feel shame.  He stood there for a moment admiring my body and then reached for my hand.  I took a step towards the bed, but he started walking me towards the bathroom instead.  He reached over turned the faucet on the tub, adjusting the temperature until it was right.  When the water was set, he poured some liquid soap into the stream and it started to bubble up with suds.  While water ran in the tub, he opened the closet and removed a bag with a hose that had a long plastic nozzle on the end of it along with a towel.  I had never seen anything like it before, and I wasn’t sure what it was used for.  He hung the bag on the towel rack and then picked up his shaving cream.  He squirted some into his hand and then placed the towel on the edge of the tub.