His touch was powerful. Not mean, not rough, but strong and precise. Wrapped in an aura of pleasure, I could feel his energy, his strength and oh how it moved me. Tightly holding me, teasing me with thoughts of what could come, but distracting me from everything but his hands exploring my body, running over every curve, touching me in just the right way. His hot breath in my ear, the sound of his beating heart, and his body pushed up against mine, holding me from behind.

It was electric, magnetic, pure attraction. He was experienced and new what he was doing. Touch me here, and I move like this, caress me here and I move like that. I don't know how many times he made me melt in his arms. And now I wonder if he knew just how badly I wanted him.

Like a lick of fire upon my back the whip landed again, but I didn't flinch. I was enjoying it too much, who knew such pain could be such intense pleasure. Again, and then again harder, this time I did flinch and instead of another kiss from the whip, it was his gentle calming touch, and any sense of pain melted away. He held me tight then, kissing my neck and running his hands over my body, talking to me softly. I couldn't have asked for a better first experience.