Submission
As so often happens in college, things moved on quickly between them. Lorenzo was one of those good looking, easily likeable people that came from a highly respected family, with all of the money and tutors his parents were willing to throw at him to get him to college. She loved Lorenzo's confident and surprising nature, and it was her exciting library experience that made her decide to go on the pill.
In those early, heady days of their relationship, she spent much of her time at Lorenzo's. They became lovers inside two weeks, spending hours exploring together, relentlessly, valuable time when they should both have been working on the assignments from their lectures. Like most young couples, when they weren't having sex they took care to examine and caress each other, discovering every tiny intimate space on and in their bodies. Those first few weeks they spent days lying out together on his slim bed in the bright apartment room he'd rented for that first college term. Hours expended in stroking, sucking, kneading, pulling, licking and invading each other's bodies, experimenting with rampant desires and the sexual limits of youth.
But early wobbles in Ava's study grades, caused by missing out on numerous lectures, taught her a fast lesson. By the second month they planned their time together much more carefully, both realising they would have to be a little less headstrong. Despite that, by the middle of that first term, Ava was pleased that she nearly always got in the top three in her year class for marks in most subjects. That was something her mother, a single parent who'd struggled to get the money together to put her through college, was growing increasingly proud of. She was pleased herself too, especially when she recognised that she was up against pretty stiff competition in her class, including her new lover.
When Lorenzo started slipping down the class rankings in his exams, he didn't respond anything like as fast as she did. Ava realised being privileged was probably Lorenzo's only real fault. As a rich, spoilt city kid, he simply didn't have the same inner drive that she had to get on, to succeed. Ava felt energised every morning by an invigorating desire, a desperate need to get the most out of every single second of life, whether she was studying or engaged in some of their other more pleasurable pastimes. Let's face it, if your life was tougher, you certainly had the incentive to make more of it.
Like any young woman, Ava was also keen to know if what she got up to with Lorenzo compared well with the experiences of her close girlfriends. Suspecting as a couple they were slightly unusual, she was cautious about who she spoke to, only asking carefully worded questions. Despite being asked in return, she rarely gave anything away herself about what she got up to in private.
Intriguingly, talking with the other college students, she quickly discovered most of her girlfriend's sex lives were incredibly dull and unadventurous, compared to her new, thrilling sexual experiences. She found it odd that hardly any of them even mentioned doing what she also might have regarded, before college, as some of the 'kinky' things she and Lorenzo now got up to.
Even though virtually all of them had a rabbit or other vibrator in a drawer, to play with when they fancied a little late evening or morning 'me time', they seemed to have little interest in what Ava now regarded as exciting going on in their sex lives. Many of them had still kept boyfriends back home, and they were only interested in dating a college guy if they looked good, like a status symbol.
She realised many of the girls lacked confidence with men and were pretty uptight, still relatively happy with being taken in a straight missionary position, as long as their men spent longer than a few minutes on their needs. Ava found all of this a little depressing and uninspiring. Why were so many of her girlfriends happy to settle with an uninteresting second best in their sex lives, when there was so much potential sexual excitement out there to be had?
Lorenzo hadn't yet told her, but he thought Ava was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. The fact that she was also willing to indulge in almost every sexual fantasy he'd ever had was the icing on the cake. But this was also the challenge he had. Ever since adolescence he knew his needs were far more than simply being together and behaving as most young lovers did. The secret he had, the one thing Ava had yet to fathom, was his ultimate mission now he was with her. Lorenzo wanted to own her, possess her, to dominate her sexually, and subjugate her completely to his masterful will. He had yet to decide when to broach the subject that he wanted to be in charge of their blossoming relationship and all its intimate sexual aspects, but he knew it would have to happen soon.
The trouble was, he knew this would also be a big step for Ava to consider, and a dangerous thing for him to try and get across, to explain to her, without her finishing with him. He understood that women wanted and deserved equality in jobs and social roles, quite rightly, but few women readily admitted that they didn't necessarily always want equality with sex. His early experiences at school had taught him that a large proportion liked being dominated sexually. But, because women felt they couldn't easily say this to a man, without it being taken the wrong way, he knew you had to take things very slowly. The risk was he could blow it completely with Ava, who he could already imagine spending his whole life with.
It was after four weeks together that he'd decided the time was right to discuss taking things to a new level, to allow his darker and more dominant side to begin to emerge in their carnal activities.
It started one autumn evening. They'd had a fantastic dinner together, heading back home later to his apartment. Opening the door for her, he led her into the dark room. He switched on the side light, moving aside to let her in, watching her hang up her coat and scarf. She stood, appraising him, sensing that he was ill at ease. He knew he had to start the conversation he had dreaded. Say it now.
"Ava, I know we've not know each other that long, but I feel I really know you, and I don't just mean that sexy body of yours. Since we met we've talked about most things that are important in life, but there's something I've always been nervous to say out loud. It's something about me, something that's very important to me."
"What are you saying? You're not bisexual or something?"
"No. It involves things I want to ask you to do for me. Things that I need from our sexual relationship. You can say no, of course."
That got her worried. Hadn't their sex life together been pretty amazing so far? There was always that doubt in the back of her mind though, knowing he'd had more experience that she had. Was she too submissive in bed? Did he want her to take more control?
She decided not to broach it directly. Stay calm, use humour.
"Hmm, well it depends what it is. If it's anal sex then that's out. No-one's putting anything up or inside my bottom, I can tell you."
He said nothing, just came in behind her, soothing her, kissing her neck, nibbling her ear gently, knowing she loved it when he caressed and breathed gently over her slim neck. As he began to fondle her breasts through her blouse, she submitted to him. He cupped her succulent breasts, flicking her nipples, making them go hard and tight. It was just as she was beginning to get fully aroused that he paused, brought his hand back, and smacked her crisply and sharply on the buttocks.
"Oww! What was that for! Just because I've guessed you're a bit of a pervert you spank my bum? Want me over your knee then?"
He laughed, more of a cruel grunt than a belly-laugh. He spun her round on her heels, giving her one of his broad, winning smiles.
"No, that's not it Ava. It's much more fundamental than that. It has nothing to do with the parts of your beautiful, delectable body."
"Flattery will get you everywhere. I want you in bed, right now!"
He shook his head, looking deep into her bright green eyes. He caressed her nipples, running his hand up her thighs, up her skirt.
"No. Not before I've told you what's really on my mind, Ava."
"What is it, are you going to get really kinky all of a sudden?"
"Not all of a sudden Ava. That's what I need to tell you about. Do you want to try something very different tonight? There are many things I want to do with you, or should I say to you. Ever since I first saw you in lectures, as well as at the window that day in the library. Perhaps we can try out some role play? That's if you're up for it?"
She thought about this calmly. She might be shy but she also had an adventurous side to her too. This could be amazing, especially if it involved an extension of the sort of rampant and raunchy sex she been having with him over the last few weeks. If he wanted to take her with her legs behind her ears, she was going to have to get flexible. Still, she felt she should be confident, give him boundaries, make sure he knew it was her decision, her call on what happened.
"Look, you know I've not been with that many men in my life. I was a mostly straight missionary position kind of a girl up until a few weeks ago, and I know I've got you to thank for widening my horizons when it comes to sex. But nothing too weird. OK? Exactly what is it you were thinking of?"
"Well, it's pretty easy to start with. Just come over here. Stand by me, here, near the light. I'll sit in the armchair next to you. I'm going to ask you to do certain things and, if you're happy with it all, well let's just see where it goes and what happens next. OK?"
This sounded deeply sexy, intriguing, daring. Just like the way he'd been in the library but which, curiously, he hadn't repeated. Ava had drunk a couple of glasses of wine at the restaurant, so her inhibitions were down. She was very much up for some excitement. She stood in the corner of the room, her sexy body lit from behind by the red shaded light on the side table. He sat down in the chair, making himself comfortable. He watched her curiously, intently.
"You promise to try to do everything I ask of you Ava, however strange, unusual or even uncomfortable it may seem at first?"
He got up and went to their joint wardrobe in the adjoining room. She'd started staying over at his place a fortnight earlier, and he'd offered her some of his wardrobe space, saying it was practical that she should keep a few of her clothes here. He took out a selection of her outfits, bringing them back, putting them in front of her on a side table. Then he reached under the bed and removed a packaged box which he placed on the floor in between them.
