“Yes, Nikos.:
“Then I will fuck you.”
His stamina was incredible. Just as he had with my mouth, he penetrated my vagina with infinite skill and imagination. For a while he would thrust with long, deliberate strokes, filling me and gradually increasing speed. Then he would pause, withdraw until only the head was inside me. That allowed him to lean back slightly and administer a series of slaps to my buttocks, first one side, then the other, never hard enough to be painful but sufficiently firm to add a new dimension to my arousal. His own control regained, he resumed pistoning me, grunting quietly each time his pubis rammed against my bottom.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, when the rhythm we had established seemed so instinctive we could have continued for ever without going over the edge, he stopped and withdrew.
“It is time,” he said. “For our first time together you have done almost as much as I could have expected. I hope we may go forward in the future. For now, I will give you your orgasm. Once that is achieved, I will take mine in your mouth. You understand me?”
I heard myself say, “Yes, Nikos. Do everything you want.”
The final act was as prolonged and even more ecstatic than the preliminaries. Nikos seemed to have brought me to a plateau where I could, to my surprise, relish indefinitely the deep thrusts of his penis into my permanently lubricated sanctum and the friction against my clitoris. It was the most wonderful moment in my sexual life until then. The more I widened my legs, the more I urged my pelvis to meet his clever changes of angle, pressure and tempo, the more Nikos encouraged me.
The moment came when I was on my back, vagina open and welcoming. Nikos lifted my left leg until it was almost vertical, my ankle on his shoulder, while he knelt on one knee and drove into me, saying, “Come now, Sandra, come. Let me feel it. Give it to me. Don’t touch yourself – I will do it.”
He used his thumb, applying only the slightest movement on the slippery bud until my eyes closed and the longed-for feeling permeated my body, starting between my legs and spreading through every fibre. I was limp. gasping for breath when I felt Nikos withdraw. Remembering the duty I had promised, I opened my eyes to see Nikos kneeling beside me. He was pinching the base of his penis, his whole body taut. I opened my mouth, he pointed the knob between my lips and, with a deep sigh of pleasure, released a warm, gelatinous stream into my throat.
It was over.
For the first time, Nikos kissed me, softly on the lips. Then he rose, left the bedroom and returned with champagne and two glasses. He poured and we drank, and then he said, “My dear Sandra, I hope you don’t need me to tell you that you were very, very good. But did you discover something about yourself?”
“Something. I think so.”
“I think you have discovered that by nature you are submissive, that you need to be controlled. Isn’t that so?”
Even then, while recognising the truth, I was reluctant to admit it. “Perhaps.” I said.
“No, not perhaps. It is so. I saw it in you almost from the moment we met, and I knew I was right from the way you responded in the restaurant.”