He realized I wasn't ready yet and started to stimulate my clit with his thumb. This is what it took to relax, and I put my attention to it. Pleasure began to fill me, and when Edward tried to enter me again, he succeeded. I, although without enthusiasm, let him enter me, in my secret place, where I swore not to let anyone enter.
The feeling of fullness there covered me up to my head, and I even started to like this unusual feeling a bit. Edward sped up and I completely dissolved into his movements, immobilized and silent…
Finally he finished and untied me. It took me a while to rub my stiff wrists.
“How did it feel?” Edward asked. “You liked it?”
I chose my words carefully. Like it? I don't think these words fit my impression…
“Let's say… unusual.” I said.
It was more like the truth. In time, perhaps, I would learn to enjoy it, but at that point, I had to please Edward.
He nodded in satisfaction.
“For starters, it will do. Tell me, Elvira, what do you know about sex without limits? Maybe you know something that fits this description?”
I looked into his seductive eyes and was once again struck by the fact that such a handsome man was lying next to me. My boss!
“Um… BDSM?” I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“Too general.” Edward said. “Can you be more specific?”
“A book on this subject has recently become famous.” I began, but he interrupted me:
“About BDSM or what? Elvira, don't disappoint me!”
“What's wrong with this literature?” I asked, perplexed. Then sighed.
“You see, when I read it, I realized that BDSM is described there too narrowly, superficially and softly. In reality, it is much more versatile and resistant. And I'm not a pervert or sadist, I don't have a Red Room. I have my own quirks that you… will find hard to accept. And possibly, you will even regret having accepted this adventure. But everything has its moment.”
I nodded thoughtfully. Then he giggled…
“I can't believe you've read books about BDSM!”
“What is the problem?” I asked. “I am very interested in this topic.”
The conversation was no longer uncomfortable for me, and I listened with interest to the nuances of sex that I did not know before. About fears, complexes, rigidity, mistrust in relationships, about the differences between men and women with sex.
It turned out that we women had many psychological barriers that prevented many from achieving the long-awaited orgasm.
Edward was undoubtedly a smart talker. In the end, our conversation turned into his monologue, and I just listened to him, enjoying the moment.
Imperceptibly to myself, I began to fall asleep under his velvety voice…
In the morning, I abruptly opened my eyes, trying to understand if I was dreaming about everything that happened at night. No, I did not dream, to my joy, I was still in the room. I turned my head to the side and saw that the next bed was empty. Also, judging by the absence of pleats in the bedding, Edward didn't sleep with me. I frowned.
Apparently, he decided not to wake me up and just left me in the room, heading towards his house. His wife. Thinking about this, I was immediately struck by a twinge of jealousy. It started to flow through my veins and significantly ruined my mood…
It would seem that I should have experienced at least a drop of guilt. After all, Edward cheated on his own wife with me (even though she was already ahead of him), and it still bothered me that he was going back to her. But the outrage in me was boiling over: “This is wrong! He must be mine! The wife does not deserve someone like him!”
