Mister Christian. Ariana's Father, #1

I had been hanging around with Ariana for years, every summer when we came up to the cottage. Her parents had always been around, but I'd largely ignored them, except to observe how strict they were - and how hot Mr. Christian was. When I went over one day to find Ariana and her mom had gone back to the city for an emergency, I'd unexpectedly come across Mr. Christian shirtless and working out. It was.
impressive. I'd accepted his invitation to hang out in their hot tub anyway and send selfies to Ariana, but I hadn't really intended anything else to happen. But Mr. Christian returned my interest, and somehow or other, we wound up frenziedly making love on his sundeck! It was mind-blowing how good it was compared to what I was used to, and I became instantly addicted. But Mister Christian is every bit as strict and stern as I'd always observed.
Since he was clearly so much more skillful and so much more experienced at sex than I was, I didn't have to be convinced to let him take charge. But I quickly realized that meant my instant obedience as he taught me all about bondage and submission, about discipline and respect. And about just how much breathless passion, heat, and pleasure he could give me - so long as I became his submissive plaything.
I can't say I wasn't uneasy about that. It was outrageous and edgy, but it was also so hot, so incredible, so intense, that I couldn't say no!