I Never Kiss on the First Date - White's Funhouse

"Mmmm. I would be the first?" his right hand caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing against her lips.

She moaned again.

"The first in a great while."

"I see." he pushed up again. "And how would you keep me?"

She smiled and moaned again.

"It would depend upon how you behave. Behave like a child and you will be treated as one. Behave like a dog and I will cage you. Behave as a sexual expert and I will treat you as one."

He chuckled. "And how long has it been since you were kept as a pet?"

She stopped moving. She stared down at him.

"Not long enough."

He looked into her eyes, nodded in understanding and whispered. "Later." he gently caressed her cheek and push up again.

She relaxed again at his words. She moaned again and resumed her movements.

Her hips matched his pace. She moaned loud and long again and started to clench around him.

He cooed at that. "Yes, my dear. It won't be long now. Take what you want." Both hands squeezed at her body in delight.

She moaned at the feel of his hands on her. She continued to clench around him and moan loudly. Her speed increased as her orgasm truly begin to hit her.

She stopped moving on top of him. But she left him inside her. She smiled down at him.

"Yes?"

He looked up at her happily. "Yes." he whispered in reply.

He drew her down towards him for a long kiss.

She smiles as she kissed him deeply once more.

He wrapped his arms around her, and turned her gently onto her side. He was still within her, though he was spent.

He caressed her cheek and looked into her eyes.

And then he whispered a single word.

"Barbary."

She looked at him, puzzled.

"Barbary?"

He nodded. "The Barbary Pirates. For several hundred years, they would kidnap Christian slaves from all over Europe, and sell them in the ports of the Ottoman Empire. In rare instances, some of those slaves were freed if they adopted the Islamic religion."

He smiled. "I am trying to construct a scenario for how one such as you could have become thus."

She shook her head.

"That is an odd thing to try to imagine."

His fingertip traced down to her chin. "Does that mean you won't tell me?"

She shook her head.

"Now is not the time."

He nodded and smiled, leaning in for a brief kiss. "True. Shall we massage eachother? Esmeralda has brought oils."

She smiled and shrugged.

"If you like."

He raised an eyebrow. "You had something more enjoyable to suggest?"