Games for Gemma (BDSM first time‪)‬

Gemma wants someone who can show her a good time.  Someone who can take control of her, someone who'll help her explore her innermost desires.  When she brings Rick back to her place, can he finally give her what she's been looking for for so long?


Warning: This kinky short story contains 4,000 words of adults-only filth, involving a first BDSM experience, some extremely dirty talk, two extremely sensitive nipples, and a climactic facial.


Excerpt:


She took a step back.  She didn't quite know why, but she did.  “Uh, that's a bit strong.  I wanted to do more, yes.  It wasn't like that, though.  I just didn't know where to start...”


“And then I found you”, he said.  There was an added underpinning of steel to his friendly voice now, a note that was difficult for Gemma to bring herself to contradict.  It was a voice that was used to being obeyed, that expected to be obeyed.


And she wanted to obey it.  There was a silence, and Rick nodded to himself a few times.  “You ever done it outside of a bed before?”


Gemma's jaw dropped slightly.  “No!”  She sounded defensive, she realized.  “Um, sorry.  I've never really talked this...openly before.  No, it's always been in a bed.”


“Well”, said Rick, taking off his backpack, “there's a first time for everything.”  The sound of the zipper unfastening cut through the air like a sword.  “Let's do it on your couch today.”


Gemma wanted to object.  She couldn't bring herself to, though.  Maybe it would be fun?  Rick's voice penetrated her uncertainty.  “Hey”, he said.  “Come here.”


She obeyed.  He extended his arms, and she fell gratefully into them.  He held her firmly, rubbing her back, feeling how her heart pounded against her chest.  “If you feel uncomfortable at any point”, he said, “with anything, at any time, then your word is “Grass”.  Say it.”


“Grass”, said Gemma.  “My word is 'Grass'.”


“There you go”, said Rick.  “Any time, any reason.  It is always okay to use the word.”  He released her from his arms.  “I'll go first.”


She was momentarily confused, and then she realized he was discarding his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt.  She didn't even notice that she was licking her lips as Rick's muscled, manly chest began to appear, for her eyes to feast on.  She gulped.


“My eyes”, said Rick, “are up here.”  Her head was practically tucked against her chest, and it slammed upwards to enable her to meet Rick's tough grey eyes again.  “It's your turn.”


Her hands shook, just a bit, as she began to unbutton her blouse.  Rick kept his gaze fixed on her head as her hands travelled down and down, the cotton falling away from her.  She shrugged the top off and hesitated a moment.


“Yes”, said Rick, nodding, and Gemma reached round behind her back, unhooking her bra,  She let it sit there, unfastened, for a moment; and then Rick closed the gap between them with two long steps.  He reached out, took a careful hold of her bra while not touching anything else, and pulled it away.