Anthony woke up after his short nap. He stretched on the couch, yawning loudly before producing a slight smacking sound.
He had really taken Secilia for a spin earlier, tying her up and twisting her body into ways that made her look somewhat like a pretzel. It would probably shock most people to know how flexible the woman was. All she did was sit on a chair and either play video games all day or work on her inventions. She never did any stretches, yet somehow, her body could bend in ways that made him wonder if she was made of rubber.
“Are you, erm, having good sleep… bad boy?”
Anthony linked at the voice that sounded like it was trying very hard to be sultry and failing miserably. It sounded familiar. He was certain he knew who the voice belonged to, but it was so different from the tone he normally associated with it that he couldn’t quite place it.
Sitting up and looking toward the source, Anthony wondered if maybe he was actually still asleep. That was really the only explanation he could think of to explain the sight before him.
Sasha was lying on the ground. She was on her side in a reclining pose. Lilith had been an enjoyer of the fine arts and told him the pose was famously called Odalisque. Sasha was propped up on her elbow and had arched her back and hips toward him. The angle elongated the torso and created a flattering, voluptuous curve that he typically found hard to ignore.
Typically.
It was easy right now.
Sasha did not look comfortable.
It probably didn’t help that she was wearing a type of lingerie that he knew she did not own. The thong was just a triangle with a pair of strings attached, and though they did an excellent job of showing off her muscular hips, the way she kept shifting her legs made it clear how uncomfortable she was with it. She was also not wearing a bra. Her breasts spilled down the side of her chest as if gravity were trying its utmost to do its work. He eyed were pink nipples very briefly, noticing they were hidden--inverted nipples. Very nice. However, his eyes didn’t stay there long because there was already so much to look at. Sasha was… well, hot. Hotter than hot. She had a physique that was like the combination of an olympic athlete and a gravure model.
However, what really stood out was her face.
The amount of red on her face made it very obvious to him how she was feeling. He doubted she had ever shown this much skin to any man who was not her father, and she had certainly not shown this much skin since she was just a child.
“Did Secilia put you up to this?” he asked.
“How did--I mean, of course not,” Sasha said, trying once again to capture the allure of her pose. He almost wanted to facepalm. “I am doing this to entice… ensare…? Seduce! Yes, I am seducing you.”
“Seducing me… by listening to what Secilia said, right?” Anthony asked with a smile.
Sasha almost slipped, her elbow sliding across the floor and her head dipping dangerously low before she caught herself. He couldn’t quite contain his snort. This woman was cute when she was trying to be sexy. She was just… so bad at it.
“Er… no… that’s not it…”
“Sasha…” He said with a placating smile. “This is so outside of your comfort zone that it’s very obvious you did not think of doing this yourself.”
Sasha worked her mouth for several seconds without making a sound. In that time, Anthony stood up, grabbed a blanket, and gently draped it over the woman.
“…Was it really that obvious?” she asked in a small voice, which sounded at odds with her normal confidence.
“Of course it was,” Anthony said, and Sasha hung her head. “But I’m assuming there’s a reason for it, and I think I know what that reason is, but I’d like to hear it from you. Come on. Sit with me and let’s talk.”
Sasha stood up, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around her as she sat on the couch with Anthony. There was a bit of distance between them. The woman was clearly still embarrassed.
“I… I don’t actually have any dating experience,” she confessed.
He nodded. “I knew that.”
“You knew?!” Sasha looked utterly flabbergasted.
He gave her an odd look. “Of course.”
“Since when?!”
“Since our date? Sasha, nobody exercises on a date. They go out for coffee, or dinner, or drinks, or see a standup comedy show, or go to the movies. Sometimes, they might go bowling or play VR golf, but going to a gym? I’ve never heard of a date like that.”
Sasha buried her face into her hands. “I mean… I knew that, but…”
“Were you two embarrassed to go on a normal date with me?” he asked.
Sasha didn’t say anything, but she did nod, even as she slowly leaned forward like she was going to bury her face between her legs.
Anthony wondered briefly what he should do. She was clearly going through the effort to entice him into sleeping with her. It was so obvious that even those dumbass protagonists from those old cartoon series couldn’t possibly miss what she was doing. The question was: what should he do about it?
After another moment, he scooped the woman up. She squawked as he stood.
“What are you doing?!”
“Seducing you,” Anthony said.
“You’re what?!”
Anthony deposited her onto the couch again, but now she was lying down, and he straddled her, placing his hands on either side of her head as though to trap her there. He stared into her eyes. Her face was bright red.
He’d thought about what to do during moments like this and figured the direct approach would work best. Sasha was not one for subtleties. She was a straight shooter. Being upfront and honest was the best way to go about this.
“Sasha… become mine,” he said simply.
***
“Okay,” Sasha said softly. She looked away--or tried to. Anthony grabbed her face and turned her head back toward his. She could have resisted, but she didn’t, and she found herself breathless as she stared into his intense yet earnest eyes.
Sasha had never been with a man before. She had never even been on a date before. However, she had read plenty of romance books aimed at women. She had often imagined what it would be like to be one of those women who met a tall, dark, and handsome man who would sweep her off her feet.
Of course, such a thing had never happened and was unlikely to happen thanks to her father.
And now it was happening.
Anthony was exactly what she imagined those men in all the romantacy books she had read were like. He was tall, strong, had attractive masculine features, and carried an air of mystery… most of the time. He was surprisingly approachable. He also had a tragic past, having lost his loved ones and brother years ago.
When Anthony leaned down, Sasha thought her heart was going to burst in her chest, and yet she closed her eyes and puckered her lips. Wait. Her lips were really dry right now, weren’t they? She should have put on some lip balm. What if he didn’t--
“MMmm.”
Sasha moaned when his mouth met hers. He was gentle, sensual, and the tenderness he put into his kiss made her instinctively relax. The tension in her shoulders slowly eased. She still didn’t move her hands. She didn’t know what to even do with them, but Anthony had cupped her cheek, and his thumb stroked her soft skin in such a way that it sent a thrill through her.
How long did the kiss last? She didn’t know. However, he eventually pulled back, and she gasped for breath.
He reached down to peel apart her blanket, which now wrapped tightly around her, and she stopped her. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her.
“I can’t do anything with this in the way.”
“Er… I don’t think… I mean, it’s a bit embarrassing,” she tried to say.
“Hmmm…” Anthony thought some, then moved back. “Sit up.”
Curious, Sasha sat up, bringing her legs over the edge and placing them on the floor. She curled her toes against the carpet. Then she squealed when Anthony spread her legs apart.
“W-wait…! I--”
Her words caught in her throat when Anthony leaned down, slipped his head underneath her blanket, and licked her. The sensation of his tongue tracing the outer edge of her labia made her eyes almost roll into the back of her head. It was more the knowledge than the feeling. However, when his nose bumped against her little pearl, she gasped in shock and her thighs tightened around his head.
This didn’t stop Anthony. His tongue continued to attack her. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but all that did was heighten her sense of touch. His tongue was like magic. Never in her life had she felt this way before. Neither her fingers nor any of her toys had made her feel like this.
“A-Anthony! If you… keep doing that… I--!!!”
She could not finish the sentence as an orgasm washed over. Her thighs clenched tight around Anthony’s head as she rode out the wave of pleasure that washed over her body, and then she slumped against the couch. Her thighs eventually slackened.
“Oh….”
“How was it?” Anthony asked with a grin. It was so boyish that she found herself smitten, but it was also covered in her love juices, so she was embarrassed. “I’m quite confident in my cunnilingus.”
“It was… very good. Er, yes. It was very pleasant.”
“You sound uncertain.”
“I just… have never felt this way before.”
“Do you feel a bit more comfortable?”
“More… oh, yes!”
Sasha’s eyes widened as she realized she did in fact feel more comfortable than before. She wasn’t nearly as uneasy now as she had been. How did that work? Was his tongue so magical that he could lick away her embarrassment?
“Good. Now, let’s get this off you.”
Anthony reached out and removed the blanket, and this time, Sasha let him. She still covered her chest with her hands as he took her in. He looked her up and down, from her head to her toes, admiring her like she was the finest art sculpture in the entire world.
“You really are fucking gorgeous. How does someone even have such an incredible physique?”
“Erm… training?”
“You sound so uncertain.” He chuckled, causing her to flush brighter. “Anyway, let me work these out.”
“These…?”
Sasha did not know what he meant until he leaned down and stuck his tongue into her nipple! She moaned loudly as he swirled his tongue around the inside of her folds. She had to bite back a scream when he sucked. The suction force was enough to pull her nipple from the folds, and the combination of his warm mouth and the cold air made her orgasm all over again. By now, her love juices were soaking the couch.
Anthony lifted Sasha slightly so she was lying further against the back, then lifted her legs until her feet were dangling against his shoulders. He turned his head and kissed her angle, but his eyes never left hers. She felt so… so special that it was actually embarrassing.
“This is your last chance to turn back,” He said to her. “Once we do this, you will be mine for the rest of your life. I’m never giving you to anyone else.”
“I… I want that,” she said at last. Even though she felt embarrassed, she spread her arms as though asking for a hug. “Make me yours.”
“You are way too cute.”
Sasha’s body clamped at his compliment. Nobody had ever called her cute before. Yet she had no time to dwell on it before he pushed himself inside of her. He grunted and strained against her tight hole. Sasha had strong muscles, and that included every muscle.
“It’s… a good thing. You don’t. Have a hymen.”
“Mmm. I lost it during training.”
“Must have been intense training.”
“V-very intense,” she said, lying through her teeth. She lost it to a dildo during one of her more pentup masturbation sessions, but she didn’t want him to know that.
Anthony said nothing. He pushed his hips once more and bottomed out inside of her. Sasha was breathing heavily by this point. She felt so full, and when she looked down, she thought she could see the bulge of his cock against her stomach.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Um…”
Sasha wasn’t sure what she was supposed to, but she figured he was just saying it to be polite because he started moving seconds later, and she realized that everything she had experienced up to that point paled in comparison to what she felt now. With every thrust, Sasha felt Anthony’s entire length and girth rub her insides. It felt like an electric shock of pure ecstasy racing through her body.
Sweat soon caked her skin, but Anthony leaned down to lick it all away. His tongue left glistening trails on her skin. Her feet were still on his shoulders, so her knees pressed against her chest, causing her breasts to squish, but even that felt pleasant. When he leaned back and began thrusting with more vigor, her feet shook with every thrust, until she felt something.
“Anthony…!”
She tried to warn him, but he grunted. “Let go.”
She did. She let the orgasm roll over her like a tidal wave sweeping over a coastal town. It washed through her, so powerful that her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she blacked out.