"What do you want from me?!" she whispered hoarsely, her voice quavering.
"You KNOW what I want!" he answered, his body pressed up against her, his warm breath made the hair on the nape of her neck flutter.
"I can't do that, and you know it ...." she was almost begging now - begging him to back down.
But he was not going to be denied - not this time. He knew she was ready, she was just afraid, and a little fear in this instance was a good thing. Makes the heart beat a little harder, the skin flush.
He had been working her up to this point of submission for a long time - mostly by making her read erotic writings, watch videos, look through magazines. He had talked her through what he wanted. She knew the drill - - they had played lots of Dom/sub bedroom games - - but she had always managed to melt his heart just at the critical moment of pushing the envelope.
He took her shoulders into his strong hands, nuzzling at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. "You're gonna give it to me tonight, babe," he told her. "And you're gonna love what I make you do, and what it will do to you when I get you there!"
She began to tremble in earnest now. 'Good girls don't do this' It was her mother's voice that kept chorusing in her head. 'Good girls hate sex. They never spread their legs, never cum, never let their lovers take them to new heights ... and they CERTAINLY don't do THIS!' She shook her head, trying to clear her mother's voice from it.
The head toss inflamed him, "So you say no?! Don't you trust me?!" He turned her, almost viciously, holding her firmly by the shoulders and looking into her eyes.
"Yes, I trust you," she said, lowering her eyes. Yes, she knew the drill.
"Prove it," he said. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."
This was the easy part. She liked the power of taking his flaccid cock into her soft, warm mouth and feeling it grow and pulse with life. She liked hearing his moans, feeling his hands in her soft hair guiding her movements. She liked watching his hands as he touched himself while she sucked him.
She wasn't a swallower ... which he had made mental note to work on .. but she didn't mind being covered with his cum as the head of his cock expanded and belched it all over her.
At first, it had been almost humiliating to her, but once she discovered that not only did he NOT disrespect her for allowing him to cum on her - - that it actually drew him closer to her - - she was more open to allowing him further explorations into sex play that deviated from her pious upbringing.
She had been through so much in her life that being a submissive was very hard for her ... hard for her to let go, hard for her to trust that he wouldn't turn evil and that he knew when to stop. So many don't. But as he proved to be a truly patient lover, she became more and more trusting, and more and more wanton.
He often found himself amazed at her hedonistic reactions to his domination. She became so much more alluring to him when she let herself go like that, because he knew she was leaping over huge walls to please him. This never went unnoticed and he took great care after each push forward in their sexual exploration to comfort and caress her - - to tell her how much she was loved and appreciated - - so that she didn't think that he thought less of her.
Right at this very moment, however, his entire focus was on the bloated head of his cock that was being massaged by her throat. "Huuuuugggghhhh," he groaned as she pulled back her mouth slowly. "I'm going to blow this load in your mouth, and you are going to swalloooooooowwww....." his voice trailed off in another low growl as she tried to protest. "Take it, slave ..... take it aaHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLL....." and he began to cum .... watching her try to swallow it, gagging, her eyes pleading with him.
He jerked his spewing cock from her mouth, and blew the last of his load on her - all over the clothes she was wearing, on her hair, in her face, and he watched as she crumpled in failure.
"Get up!" he ordered, taking her by the elbow and leading her roughly upstairs to their room.
She was somewhat afraid that she had displeased him to the point of anger, but when he pushed open the door and drug her inside, she noticed that their four-poster bed had been fitted with shackles and cuffs, there was a leather paddle, a feather duster, a sheepskin, and a leather collar studded with silver. Ah, yes. The thing. 'We're going to play that game' she thought as he shoved her to the middle of the room.
"Strip," he said, "but don't wipe any of my cum off of your face or hair. I want you to reek of me." Taking the submissive approach by looking at the floor; she began to strip; wondering if this time he would truly push them both to the brink of destruction.
She really wasn't sure if she could go through with all of this, even as much as they had talked about it. Even as much as she loved and trusted him.
She felt the cool air as she took off her top, feeling her nipples stiffen in her bra. He groaned in appreciation and reached out to fondle them through her undergarments.
Suddenly overcome, he roughly pulled her to him for a kiss; a kiss which she resisted because of its fury, pushing against his broad shoulder and wriggling with all her might.
He pushed her away just as roughly, almost causing her to tumble into the floor. "I said GET NAKED" his voice was forceful - intimidating - and she quickly complied, standing soon before him as naked as the day she came into the world. "Don't cover yourself with your hands! Come here and lie down."
He pointed to the middle of the bed. She didn't know whether to run to him or run away at this point, so she reluctantly moved forward, suddenly aware that her feet felt like lead. He shackled her to the bedposts, stopping along the way to take a nipple into his teeth and draw a gasp from her, or nipping her sharply on the thigh or stomach.
Once shackled, he blindfolded her, and began the task of teasing. He first ran the feather duster carefully here, there and yon, tickling the innermost part of her foot one minute, running it up the inside of her thigh the next. The sensations were overwhelming, and she was soon mewling and squirming with every pass. "I think you deserve a little reward," he said into the vee of her legs. He positioned himself there, and with one giant sweep, passed his tongue up her pussy slit to collect all the juices that were there.
"Ooooohhhhhhh ..." she arched, trying to get him to stay.
"Uh-uh-uh!" he said mockingly. "I said a reward ... not the grand prize!"
His finger, however, penetrated her pussy as he spoke, bringing another pleading groan from her mouth. "My God, you're wet!! Do you need to cum, slave?"
"Ohhhhhhh.....please ......... "
"I'm waiting. You know how to ask me ...."
