His little Dove

When she walked into where I had dinner fixed, her eyes searched for mine asking what was going on. I had spread out a blanket on the floor and put down pillows, I had two plates of food prepared sitting there and it was all finger food. What can I say, I watched that damn movie 91/2 weeks and even a guy can find that kitchen scene erotic you know….I smiled and took her by the hand and led her to the blanket. I told her to stand right there for a minute. I then laid down on the floor on top of the blanket and put my head on the stack of pillows. I stroked my cock to get it hard, put on a condom, and then reached for her hand. I placed her over me and told her to lower herself down.

Watching her lips spread open and take me inside has always been one of the highlights of our times together. She lowered herself down little by little until I was deep inside of her tiny small body. I could feel the small plug in her ass and I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed for just a brief moment, she shivered and then opened them to look at me. She smiled as I handed her the first plate.

"Feed me." I told her.

She giggled, and picked up a cube of cheese and teased my lips before I opened my mouth to take the bite. I told her as I ate each bite she was to squeeze around my cock. I placed my hands on her hips so I could rock her when I wanted to. I wanted her to learn how to slowly milk my cock. The other plate rested on my chest, I picked up a grape and fed her.

Feeding each other, her squeezing and releasing around my cock with each bite. Occasionally I pulled her hips and rocked her back and forth. With each stroke or squeeze she felt me and the plug inside of her. I could feel her wetness running over my balls. As she gave me the last bite I told her to move the plates to the side. I grabbed her hips harder and moved her back and forth harder and faster. Her head flew back as a low steady moan filled the air.

"Cum, baby, cum for me."

Just as I felt her body tighten and she was cumming hard, I exploded inside the condom. Now it was time to take things harder, and give her that humiliation she loves so much but hates to admit.

I rolled her over and brought her legs up and told her to hold herself at the knees. I fucked the plug in her ass in and out, and continued to make her cum. I pulled off the condom and held it in one hand, her eyes were closed as her body shivered and shook with each new orgasm, I told her to open her mouth, she did and I placed the condom over her and let it pour into her mouth.

She sputtered at first, shocked at what I was doing, cum hit her chin and around her lips. She moved her head from side to side as I fucked her harder with the plug. The contents of the condom now all over her face I dropped the condom to the side and moved my hand to her face and smeared it against her creamy skin, fucking my cum covered fingers into her mouth as I plunged the plug in and out of her ass.

Her face reddened, as I pulled the plug from her and laid is aside. I sat on the floor with my back against the couch and pulled her close to me. She didn't have any words at the moment. She was embarrassed and humiliated at having cum dumped on her face from a condom. She trembled and I could hear her fighting back tears. Finally she lost the fight to hold it all in and sobbed. I held her tighter. I knew she was confused. It has always been hard for her to understand herself and the way she likes to be humiliated. She doesn't want to accept that she secretly likes it all.

After she calmed down and her sobbing stopped and as she lay against my chest, her body went limp. I was able to stand and pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. I put her on the bed; still she had not said a word. I got a warm washcloth and wiped her face clean from her tears mixed with dried cum. I kissed her softly and turned out the light and got in next to her. I pulled her close and we drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning Dove wasn't beside me, but I could smell bacon frying from the kitchen. I smiled to myself, knowing she was cooking for me, something she does well enough for her age and hopefully in time I thought, she will grow in that area too. Bacon, eggs, toast, coffee and juice was on the table when I finally got out of the bed and walked into her. I kissed her cheek and said good morning to her. I asked her if she was ok, she merely nodded and without dropping her head she averted her eyes to the coffee pot and poured us each a cup.

It was her silence that concerned me, but I also know that in her silence she is weighing all that happened and if something was wrong, I would hear about it soon enough. Once she thinks things through, she will say something, but if during her thoughts she accepts what happened she will just quietly let it go. It is our way that we have worked out what is still hard for her to put into words. Her silence is her consent for the most part, if she had been anyone else, I would have made her talk, but Dove is not like most other women, once she accepts something, she does with her entire being, and there are no words according to her, that convey the depth of her emotions at such times.

We ate our breakfast and talked about other things. We told each other how our individual week had gone and then we did the dishes together. It was Saturday morning and raining outside, so no trips to the park today to jog or walk or ride our bikes. Today was an indoor day.

After the dishes were done we heard a clap of thunder and lightening lit up the dark stormy skies outside. The lights flickered a few times before going out. I helped to get a few candles together but because it was still day time the sky even though darkened still provided enough light so we didn't have to light too many of the candles. We lit 4 and she asked about the lantern from our camping trip.

"If the electric stays out like this and it starts to get towards evening, we can light it then." I told her.

We settled down onto the couch and cuddled close. We talked softly as we lay together with her back up against my chest and my arms wrapped around the front of her. I began to lightly play with her nipple through her shirt. I rolled it back and forth between two fingers, I heard one of her soft moans, and then I asked.

"Dove." I whispered. "Tell me how you feel about last night."

"Can't we please talk about something else for now? At least until I can gather up all of my thoughts?"

"Sure, we can do that, Honey. I just thought you might feel like talking to me a little."

I felt her inhale a little deeper than normal and she twisted just slightly so I could play with her nipple with a little more ease, another moan.

Still whispering softly to her, "I just thought you might be ready to talk about how it felt to have my cum splash against your face like that…" I felt a slight tremor run through her. Ahhhh….I had my answer. She only trembles like that when she's getting excited and is trying her best to fight it. I had my answer, and now I can play a little word game with to get her going all over again.

"Well, it's okay if you don't feel up to talking just yet. But I just want to say that I really love that wild look in your eyes when you suck my cum off my fingers." Not only did she tremble again, but the quietest of moans fought to be heard over the thunder outside. I rolled her nipple just a bit harder. My other hand began to lightly tease up and down her arm.

She wanted to squirm but couldn't, not the way I was holding her. She tried to settle back against me again. My fingertips tickled down her arm and to her hand, over the snap of her cut off shorts, I undid them and slid the zipper down. I slowly reached inside of her shorts, finding her clit; it was so hard and throbbing. I flicked at it very lightly; her back arched a bit with another moan.

"Careful, my little Dove, one might get the impression that you may have enjoyed having cum dumped on that pretty soft skin and then have it smeared all over so I can see just what a little cum slut you are."

This time the moan was unmistakable. Her back stiffened against me, and she shook as I told her to go ahead and cum. A nice soft orgasm, but that's ok, because I had plans on making her scream her song for me before the day was out.

She settled back against me once again and sighed. My hand rested against her mound and the fingers that had playfully rolled her nipple now caressed and was tender.

"Steve," she whispered. "

"Yes, my little Dove?"

"Why is some things so hard?"

"Hard? What do you mean? Hard to do, or hard to…. accept?" I paused before adding the word accept. I knew what she was asking, but I needed her to be able to put it into words.

She paused before whispering, "I guess, hard to accept. Why is it so hard?"

"Because you are fighting to let go of all the societal norms, things that you have believed and or were taught were wrong to do, let alone enjoy."

She turned and I had to pull my hand from inside her shorts and bring my arms around to hold her. She looked up at my face, God she is beautiful, and at times like this her youthful innocence is so intoxicating.

"You mean, like the anal stuff, it's the same thing we talked about then too."

"Yes." I told her as I nodded my head. "Just like then, this is more of the same thing."

"I see." She said. "But," she added before turning back to lay against me, "it feels different some how."

Settled back against once more "Steve?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Why don't you ever make me call you Sir or Master?"

I smiled at her question, I had been thinking earlier in the week that it would soon be time to answer that question.

"Honey, I just don't believe in all of that. You often call me Sir, but it is because you feel it at that moment. To make you call me that, to make it a rule, makes the gesture hollow and the respect in which is intended, empty. As for Master or any other dominant title like, Lord, no, dove, I prefer for you to use my name. Titles reduces what we do down to a game for me, and I simply do not want that."

She wiggled around again and kissed me as she giggled, "Yes, Sir!" I promptly but playfully swatted her behind and I heard an exaggerated mmmmmmmm.

"Ok, my little slut, get your tiny little ass in that bedroom and strip, it's time you show me what a slut truly is."

To be Cont:

Steve

P.s. I want to thank all of those who have emailed me about this story. You each have encouraged me to continue on, I just hope you are all still enjoying the story of my dove.