0 comments/ 3103 views/ 3 favorites Army Dom Ch. 00: Serendipity By: restrainedqueen "Don't make any dinner for us. I have something in mind." I smiled at his text. Just mere hours to go, and my stomach was a wreck. At least with cooking out of the way I could probably relax by watching some mindless TV until he got back. He had the entire weekend off, a rarity with his busy career. On Tuesday gone, we had the conversation I looked forward to with both dread and excitement. We had been together for 8 months. During that time he was away occasionally, but we always kept closely in contact when he could, keeping the relationship alive. I met him through a friend only 6 months after I discovered the world of BDSM relationships, and I had experimented with two Doms online-camming, doing assignments, discussing and learning my limits. But after a few conversations with him, we connected so well on a personal and sexual level with similar ideas on domination and submission. The mutual attraction was burning, but I had never had sex with anyone. Sounds strange being a self-proclaimed sex addict, but to me I had learnt to give myself such good orgasms that I didn't need the drama of hook-ups with vanilla men to satisfy my huge sexual appetite. Maybe it was my culture, I vowed to save myself for marriage. "Crystal, I do love watching your tiny mouth and lips around my cock, but I want more. In fact, I need more. I am aching to possess you like that." So I agreed that I would give him my virginity. After all, I loved him. It felt so right, I wanted him more than anyone I had ever met-physically, personality wise, the Dom factor. I had already mentally and emotionally submitted to him, so giving my body to him would be just another addition to my gift of submission. I was so nervous and scared. He was on his way now- to spend the weekend at my place. I took a long shower and made sure that I removed any traces of body hair on my legs, arms and pussy. I applied my favorite body cream-Bath and Body Works' Pink Chiffon- on every inch of my skin. I put on a cute short pajama set and cotton bra and panties. He didn't care much for fancy lingerie. I was ready. "Well hello there, my sub." He stood in the doorway and his lips curled into a smile as I opened the door to let him in. His eyes flickered down my body, making me conscious. Of course he could feel my tension from a mile away. I smiled shyly and he entered with bags in tow. "Hey Sir!" I say playfully. Resting the bags down on the kitchen counter, he spoke again. "I need a shower." I waited till he emerged again, smelling fresh and masculine. He looked so relaxed in his tee and shorts, putting his crisp army uniform away until Monday. I heard him shuffle behind me in the kitchen-the rustling of bags, clinking of glasses, the opening of the refrigerator door. Finally he plopped down beside me. He looked at me excitedly. "I got your favorite sushi- Las Vegas roll. I think you mentioned that some time ago. And your favorite wine is Pink Moscato, right?" I beamed. "Oh my gosh, yes they are. Thank you, Sir." I planted a kiss on his cheek. He looked so pleased with himself. I thought back of the men I dated, being wined and dined in the fanciest of ways. And here he was, smug in his display of affection. He was so simple, straightforward and intelligent- with a type 'A' personality. But to me there was unmistakable genuineness in his words and actions, which made him appealing. When we met he was pretty much focused on his career with little care for anything else- so these little gestures were a big deal for him. "Do you want some wine, Sir?" I said, cracking open the bottle. "Fuck no, I don't drink that girly crap." He reached and took a swag of his beer. I probably gobbled my food down a little too fast. All I could think about was how his cock would feel as it slid in me. How his body would feel so close to mine. My nipples were actually throbbing and ached painfully. We relaxed a bit on the couch as he watched football highlights. I felt my panties getting soaked as my juice leaked onto them. As I sipped my pink, sweet refreshing bubbles I felt my mind relax. He switched off the TV. "Let's go to bed, sub, I can smell your excitement from all the way here. You've made me wait along enough." I glanced at him, half amused, half fearful. It felt formal as we entered the chilled room and he sat on the edge of the bed. He was composed with a tinge of enthusiasm in his blue eyes. "Undress for me, sub." I stood almost between his open legs and took my vest off, exposing my heaving, sweat beaded breasts. I looked down momentarily to remove my shorts. I looked up at him again, in my bare essentials, smiling and pulled my hair to the side. He cupped my face in his hand and caressed my cheek with his thumb. "You are so gorgeous, my sub. I'm dying to know how those tight silky folds feel around my thick cock." My pores raised at his words as I continued to slip off my bra and panties under his approving, lustful gaze. Nipples hard and wrinkled, a pussy leaking with clear slime. Satisfied, he took off his clothes and my eyes rested on his near 8 inch cock, so perfectly formed and good looking. It was already hard and I could see its purplish blue veins throbbing involuntarily with hot blood as he pulled me close, eventually guiding me gently to lie on my back on the bed. He knelt between my legs over me and surveyed my body that was now for laid out for his use. My eyes looked up straight at him- desperate, begging. "Wrap your legs around me," he commanded, under his breath. I obeyed and he lowered his body on me. I writhed pleasurably and moaned softly as his warm flesh made contact with mine, and I felt his rock hard rod rest on my virgin slit. I groaned as he began his priming ritual. He put his hot mouth on my neck, sucking and kissing my flesh roughly. His tongue made its way to my nipples and my body bucked as he took the erect dark nubs into his mouth, gently pulling on them with his teeth, and sucking hard on the surrounding soft flesh. His hands grazed against my soft belly and thighs. Every time I slipped into a frenzy he called me back, he wanted me to maintain eye contact with him. I was his, and I better not forget it. Soon I felt two fingers slip into my warm, tight pussy. I was accustomed as he would sometimes reward me with an orgasm by teasing my clit. But this time I felt his fingers go deeper in, until they met a tough piece of flesh in me. I groaned loudly in protest as he probed it, pushing against it more each time. He withdrew and brought them to my mouth, a cue that I took to suck them clean, which I did enthusiastically. I tasted sweet yet tangy. His eyes were drunk and narrow as he watched my lips go to work. He rested his head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. "Tell me you are ready for my cock." "Please, Sir..." "Tell me you want it. I want to hear you say it." "I want your cock deep in me, Sir...all of it..." With that he held his cock and slid it against my opening, to lube its length with my hot juices. He guided it to the entrance and I felt it begin to penetrate me. Inch by inch he fed it in, and I whimpered loudly as it stretched me. His mouth came down on mine to muffle my sounds of discomfort. His lips enveloped mine and his tongue swirled around passionately. Soon his large cock head reached the tough barrier and with one hard thrust he pushed it all in, breaking it down. I screamed out as I felt a dull pain deep inside as it tore. I felt full yet numb. "Hmm...we are such a good fit. I am just slightly too big for you." He managed breathlessly. 8 inches too big it felt like, as he began to pump into my sore walls. Despite the cool atmosphere drops of sweat dripped from his neck and chest onto my clammy body. Grunts of unbridled pleasure escaped his mouth. "Please stop, Sir..." I begged and tears sprung out as I felt like my body was being split in half. It hurt so much, all the way to my throat. I couldn't believe that this was what sex felt like. I hoped that it would get better. "Almost there, I won't last long in you, my sweet tight slut..." he strained to say. He planted his hands firmly in my hair and gazed down at his cock disappearing into my wet hole over and over again. Traces of blood began to leak down my thighs. I bit my lip to take the pain. "Ahhhh...fuck!" For the first time I felt his creamy hot load fill me. I felt his cock expand in me as he came, and his body tense up. I loved looking at his face contort in the greatest pleasure but I was glad it was finally over. He was done, he rolled off and pulled me onto his chest. I moved carefully as my thighs felt stiff and there was a strong ache in my lower stomach from his pounding. He kissed my forehead. "Are you ok, did I hurt you?" I nodded my head. "I'm ok, Sir, it was tolerable." "Don't worry, by the end of the weekend you should start to enjoy it. You did good." He smiled and I smiled back weakly. The pain had started to subside and I was now feeling proud that I had pleased him. We lay there for some time, me basking in the glow of my womanhood being given away after so long. Him in the exhaustion of his day and his conquest. I twirled his chest hair around in my fingers and drifted off. "Hold on." I heard him say as he gently pushed me off and reached for something in the bedside table drawer. I was about to turn the other way and snuggle into my pillow for a real nap, when he grabbed my wrists. I looked up into his fair face, as he grinned and his eyes twinkled. "Crystal, will you marry me?" There it was- in between his thumb and index finger- a perfect round diamond nestled in a white gold band. I felt his heart beat fast against me. I heard him relay some story about how I had once asked him what made him happiest and he couldn't answer, yet when he gave it thought he realized it was "this." He went on, but I can't remember much. I laughed and cried at the same time. There was nothing more I wanted. All I heard was "I love you, future Mrs. P."