My host smiled at me. "Interesting ideas my sweet." He said, twirling the pasta around his fork then feeding it to me. Food between us was almost like sex. We fed one another like this and in so many other ways. We kissed through delightful morsels. I wanted more now. The hunger he had built in me was so powerful I was no longer afraid. After dinner and dessert I felt a bit tipsy. Maybe I had consumed too much wine. I liked that idea, the excuse of it took a little of my own responsibility away from me.

"Will you show me your body of your own free will?" He asked quietly.

My face burned but still, I truly wanted to do things for him. I realized I wanted to do most anything he wished but I’d rather him push me not ask me to choose.

“You are kind and I trust you.” I said softly my voice breaking with emotion. I wanted to say more. I wanted to say, please move me as you wish, take the choice away from me but I couldn’t say that, not yet.

Slowly I took off my dress. I didn’t have underwear so even though I made the act of taking off the garment last as long as possible, I all too soon stood naked. The candles danced on my skin while I waited for his reaction.

"Come closer." He said. He pulled me down on his lap. His fine pants felt soft to my bottom. He moved me so that we were both comfortable.

"Ask me." He said. "Ask me for what you want."

There were so many things I wanted just then. I wanted to feel his warm hands on my body. I wanted to kiss him over and over. I wanted him to accept me for me, which I felt he truly did. I wanted him to love me.

"Love me please." I whispered kissing him, my slim body draped on his clothed one like some strange contrasting piece of art. I could see it in my mind's eye. I wished for a picture of this right then. A picture now and paints later because I suddenly felt I could paint this and it would be beautiful.

He kissed me back gently but with such passion he took my breath away, that feeling, that exultant thrill was what I could never get enough of from him.

He took something out of his jacket pocket then. A blue and silver box that was soft to the touch. He put it in my hands.

"For you, my love." He said. "You should know by now you already have my heart. I find you enchanting."

I felt another pleasant jolt. He said that I had his heart! He was giving me something that I wanted so very much and something else in a box.. I opened the box and found the most beautiful necklace and earrings I had ever seen. The cost must have been outrageous. He helped me put in on. All the time my body was tightening, begging silently for more of his kisses, more attention, more of his touch. He led me to the wall of mirrors, showing me the way the necklace and earrings looked on me.

It was so strange to see this necklace, which looked like something for royalty on my neck, the drop clipped on earrings on my ears, and I was otherwise naked. My body was smooth and slightly shinny looking. My small breasts were standing at attention, the nipples hardened. My stomach was flat and even curved in some. I didn't like the dark hair that covered my sex but he seemed to.

He reached around me and touched me there.

"Look at yourself. See yourself as the beautiful woman you are, the way I see you." He said. "If at anytime you want me to stop simply say so." His words and his hand cupping me made me blush again.

"There is such beauty in you. Such incredible beauty too in your misplaced shame." He whispered in my ear. I shivered.

His other hand reached around my body and cupped my left breast. His right hand began to move against my groin. I felt lightheaded. I was so heated.

"Please." I said.

"Please what?" He asked.

"I feel like I might pass out. It feels good but my knees feel weak." I said.

He smiled into my eyes through the mirror.

"Trust me. I won't let you fall my little heart." He said brushing his lips on my neck. "See how beautiful you are?"

I felt wet, so very wet. I felt something new to, an ache inside my vagina. I felt empty and needy but could I tell him? Could I tell him I was ready? Was I ready? I simply couldn't bring myself to say that I was. I felt like a liar and a coward. I didn't like looking at myself at all. I was burning again with shame the color went up my chest into my neck and then settled on my face. Still he was making me feel so good, I did want more.

He took his left hand and played with my breast until it was so full of sensation I closed my eyes. His other hand had me dripping, though I couldn't see the huge rivets of fluids that I imagined flowing down my thighs I could see certain slickness.

He tugged the left earring off surprising me. My eyes flew open. He smiled kissing my neck again.

"See what you think of this." He said. His right hand was rubbing harder and harder against my mound setting off electric feeling sparks. With his left he flipped the earring open and waggled his brows, his mouth twisting in that cute way that he had. I always wanted to kiss him when I saw that little boy mischievous look on his face. He moved it closer to my breast. Then pulled at my nipple and twisted it. I felt him clip the earring on, but my eyes had closed it was too much. I gasped in pain as the clip bit into my flesh but I was surprised that in a way it felt good. The pain was easy to take and in some ways added to my pleasure. The weight of the metal and jewels pulled at my nipple.

He braced me against him again. I could feel his cock now straining against my bottom. He changed hands using his left to rub against my cleft. I felt close to bursting. I didn't know what to do. If he hadn't had such a good hold on me and been so strong I thought I would tumble down. I felt if I did fall I would keep on falling, like there was no floor but a bottomless pit.

He took the other earring and moved it to my right breast. I tried to watch as the jewels threw off the light the way only good stones in just the right light will. I tried to watch as they pulled my nipples down a little and bit into them but his hands were making me too heated to watch or process what was happening on a fully conscious level.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me. "Do you want me to stop?" He murmured, just as he asked he rubbed harder making my body writhe for him.

"No!" I said breathlessly, earning deep chuckle from him. "Don't stop."

"Do you mean don't? Do you mean stop? Do you mean no? Or do you mean, no, don't stop my love?" He asked me clearly enjoying him self.

At just that moment, with his other hand, he moved a finger against the earring making it move and tug at me. I feel my body release something long pent up and begin to contract.

"Oh! Oh! Oh my God." I panted. I felt my bodies nerves spread spread heated throbbing throughout me in such a glorious moment, his hand at my sex had pulled me over and I knew really knew, I had orgasmed for the first time. The pulses of my nerves continued contracting and firing, my legs really did buckle. I started to feel I was falling but he simply picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently. He pulled the earrings off my nipples, replacing them on my ears then blew on my so sensitive nipples.

The orgasm continued for what seemed like hours but he later told me it was only a few minutes. I reached for him pulled him down, kissed him hard and hungrily. He had made me his in that moment. I only wanted to please him now as he had pleased me. My body was still twitching in joy.

"It's okay." He said gently. He pulled away. "You are a marvel to me, my heart."

"I can't believe how good you felt and without," I blushed hard in my excitement but rushed on, "entering me. I want to make you feel good too." I said.

He smiled and kissed me again.

"How?" He asked.

I was still so scared of having my hymen torn and of making that choice myself. I thought quickly about what to do for him.

"Could I touch you so you felt like I just did?" I asked tentatively, turning red again.

He chuckled pulling me close to him.

"Yes, you could."

"How?" I asked.

(To be continued)