Chapter 6

Claire decided it was high time that Mike lost something very precious: his virginity. She removed the harness and tossed it aside. Pushing his legs back down onto the bed, she straddled him once again. Only this time, she was positioned over his cock. Mike looked up at her with an expression that was hard to read; it was an amusing mixture of confusion and nervousness, melting quickly into timid excitement and anticipation as he realised what was coming.

“What-” He began, but Claire simply put a finger to lips.

“Just lie back, and watch.” Mike nodded, her finger still on his lips. She pushed it into his mouth, probing his cheeks. Satisfied, she withdrew her hand and traced it down to her pussy. With a soft moan, Claire began to very gently finger herself, ensuring that she was nice and wet down there. At the same time, she took her other hand and began to stroke his cock slowly. It was still rock-hard, but it wouldn’t hurt to warm it up slightly for what it was about to experience. Mike’s cum made for an excellent natural lubricant, but Claire wanted to make sure he was totally comfortable. She reached for the bottle of lubricant she had used earlier, and applied a large serving to his shaft, rhythmically coating it with agonising deliberateness. Mike’s hips bucked slightly at just this, and she withdrew her hand for fear of making him climax too early. Despite his protesting moans at the sudden loss of her touch, Claire merely smiled, and applied the same lubricant that was still on her fingers to herself.

Satisfied that they were both now ready, Claire readied herself. Holding his cock in her gentle grip, she guided his entry into her. As her sweet lips enveloped him, Mike let out a sharp gasp of pleasure. His hips bucked again, and she felt his cock throb and twitch inside of her. He was the perfect size for her, not too big, nor too small. Mike’s hands had instinctively gone to his mouth, but Claire guided them instead to her body. One, she placed on her right breast, allowing him to lightly fondle her, teasing her nipple. The other she placed on her clit. There, he knew what he was doing, and he didn’t disappoint. Before she even began to move, his delicate fingers went to work, making her moan in unexpected surprise.

Then, with great care, Claire began to slowly work herself up and down his cock. She rode him with what probably felt like unbearable slowness, but she was having too much fun with him at this point to go any faster. With each downward stroke, Mike’s moaning and whimpering became more and more desperate. His expression was adorable, gazing lovingly up at her. His left hand firmly grasped her breast, and she leant forward until she was merely inches above him. Taking his hand away from it, Claire allowed him to suckle slightly on her nipple. His tongue was as good there as it had been on her clit, and she moaned in delighted reply.

Down below, Mike’s wondrous touch, combined with the fabulous sensation of his cock inside of her, had made her juices gush out of her once again. Their lower halves were quickly slick, and the sounds of their bodies gently slapping against each other was as sweet as any she had heard. They had no need of words or music in this moment; their bodies did the talking for them, and made the most wondrous melody one could possibly imagine. Claire lost herself in the sheer joy of this moment. If there was a heaven, this was it. Her precious boy beneath her: moaning and melting in the pure, distilled ecstasy of her body. Submitting entirely to her. His one purpose in life in that moment being to serve as her exquisite, hand-crafted fucktoy. Time lost all meaning as they moved and coalesced in each other’s arms; their bodies an ouroboros, with no distinction where one ended and the other began, eternally entwined with each other.

Eventually, Claire felt a heat rise inside of her, and she knew she was close to the edge. With a shaking voice, she whispered in Mike’s ear, “Are you close, pet?” Mike, his mouth busy with her nipple, could only nod and moan in response. “I’m going to count down from ten. When I say one, you can cum, okay? But not before.” Without waiting for a response, Claire began to speed up, her hips rearing up and down with furious lust. Her pussy was hungry. She was hungry. And she was going to have her feast.

Claire took her breast away from Mike’s mouth. She wanted to hear him moan and whimper as he came inside of her. She kissed him hard, and whispered to him, “Ten.” He stared blanky back at her, eyes betraying a mind lost to the physical bliss that was overwhelming him. Clearly, he was wandering in the subspace, all senses given over either to serving her wishes or to his own physical pleasure. “Nine.” Claire had to bite her lip. Shit, I’m too close, she thought to herself. With a Herculean effort, she slowed her thrusts down to a more manageable speed. Mike whimpered in protest, but she merely clamped a hand over his mouth and whispered to him, “Not yet, pet. I can’t cum too quickly either.” She smiled, and removed her hand. Mike nodded in acknowledgement.

“Eight.” Claire could feel his cock throbbing like a vibrator inside her. She could imagine how it looked: bulging and veiny, pre-cum coating it from head to hilt. Twitching angrily at being denied its true purpose for so long.

“Seven.” The feeling of it sliding in and out of her was not a new one. Not by a long shot. But somehow, this felt different. She was in control here. Mike was not the one doing the thrusting here, she was. It was her cock. Hers to command. It came when she decided it would.

“Six.” Mike’s hand was still on her clit, teasing it oh so gently. This, combined with the wonderfully ribbed texture of his cock stimulating the inside of her was the greatest sensation in the world at that point. Claire could think of nothing else that could possibly match it.

“Five.” She began to speed up again, riding him like a prized stallion. Her butt bounced off of his legs, forcing out louder and louder moans each time she came down on him.

“Four.” Her voice had dropped to a low and shaky whisper again as her heart pounded in her chest. Claire began to lose the power of clear thought as pleasure overwhelmed her mind.

“Three.” Nothing else but sheer joy was flooding her heart.

“Two.” She wanted nothing but this.

Nothing.

“One.”

A feeling of physical ecstasy like none she had ever experienced rushed over Claire’s body like a tsunami, pouring into every inch of her. Her mind blanked, and she moaned like a whore in heat, legs quivering uncontrollably as she did so. Her vagina clenched and rippled along the length of Mike’s cock, drawing it in deeper, sensually milking it. Her clit felt like it was going to explode with happiness. And yet, she did not stop; instead riding harder and faster, insatiable for the sensations that gripped her body. She felt a thick, hot substance flood her insides as Mike moaned in harmony with her. His hips bucked wildly, and his back arched like bridge, shoving himself even deeper into her as he did so. He ripped his hands from her as he scrabbled around, desperately seeking something to hold onto. Mike’s fingers eventually found the sheets below him, and his knuckles went white with tension. He swore frantically, all thoughts of delicacy wiped from his persona as Claire continued to ride him harder and harder. Still her orgasm did not end, or maybe they tripped over each other in desperation to assault her senses. Time stood still as they both endlessly quivered and shook with pleasure, ferocious moans and screams of joy pouring from their mouths, until Claire grabbed Mike’s head and smothered his lips with hers. They moaned and whimpered into each other, and still she did not stop until she collapsed sideways, pulling Mike over with her. There they lay, wrapped in each other’s arms, cradled in a cocoon of boundless, limitless love. Claire’s silk-smooth hair washed over their faces, shielding them from the outside world completely, and for just a moment, all their troubles and evils melted away; replaced with only each other’s presence.

*

Sometime later (how much later, Claire didn’t know), they returned to their senses. Mike said nothing, only gazing with pure desire into her eyes. She kissed him once, softly, and gently whispered to him, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mistress.”

END OF PART I

//This is the complete Part I, Chapter 6 of 'To Serve A Goddess'. This is the revised and edited form of my previously released 'From Across the Sea', which was an unedited, raw version intended to gauge audience response and interest. This version is being published as complete and final version. Please enjoy.