A Recipe for Submission

Cara had been seeing Mitchell for several weeks, and had sex a few times. It was very good, better than the usual Cara had been getting at that time, but she was sure he was holding out on her. She had told Mitchell, in her own persistent but nonspecific way, that in bed she enjoyed being subject to aggression. Mitchell didn't seem to take her at her word, and though afterwords he always said he enjoyed dominating girls, he said didn't want to freak her out. After that, his sex, while he would take her even longer than before, was scarcely rougher than before. She could tell he wanted to control her – the way he noted things, the way he would gently touch at her throat when he kissed her neck, like he was aching to tighten his grasp and make her gasp for air. When they were in bed, he liked to watch her, their lips close together, Cara trying to kiss him and his resisting, kissing her only after she had waited for it to be on his terms. Cara loved these hints, but she understood that you can't truly submit without being truly dominated, and she hungered for the freedom she found in that out-of-control feeling, knowing your body is completely at the mercy of the man inside you, and getting lost in the pleasure and pain he so sweetly chose to give you while he uses your body for his own pleasure. The physical sensations did a lot, but tasting the sweetness of his control over her, with measures of pain for flavor, was really the best icing on the cake a girl could want. Cara's fantasies grew at the mere thought of really getting what she wanted from him.

Cara couldn't help but think about being in bed with him. Whatever faults he possessed, Mitchell was certainly something to admire. At 6'2" and 220 pounds, he had a deep voice, a lean, muscular build with a spectacular ass, and an indescribably sexy male scent. He was without a bit of fat as he worked out often, including several martial arts routines. He had smooth light skin, bright blue eyes that almost always belied a cool amusement, and a shaved head but was clearly blonde. At 30, with the shaved head, he could have passed for much younger, but something in the way he carried himself and the confidence in his hands showed his age. He was also intelligent, and versed on many subjects Cara herself enjoyed. He was arrogant and cocky, something of a show-off, but Cara didn't mind that. She liked confident guys – no wimps without proper manly aggression for her, thanks! He had everything an alpha male should, and he knew it.

Besides, Cara also had more than her fair streak of aggression and conceit. She could think of few women more aggressive than she, and her conceit was warranted. At 28, she was almost five and a half feet tall with milky white skin, short pixie brown hair, pink cupid's bow mouth, and blue-grey eyes like a voracious sea, upon which her emotions glinted with the fair songs of sirens calling to helpless victims. Her breasts were full, 36Cs with perfect pink nipples, and she had soft curves with a lovely hourglass figure. Her ass was round and cute with soft hips to complement it. As lovely and sweet a girl as she could be, she had a hard, cold side to her that never completely left, even in her moments of relaxation. It was something of a paradox, then, how any other time a man hitting her would fill her with murderous and competent rage, but in bed the smack of a man's hand on her bare breast just made her arch her back and moan for more.

Cara had a date with Mitchell for later that night, and she had spent the day developing a recipe... a recipe to get what she'd been wanting for weeks!

Cara and Mitchell had a dinner date, after which they went back to Cara's apartment to watch a movie. Cara brought him his favorite beer, which she didn't really care for, but she always kept on hand for him. She liked spoiling him in little ways, like petting him in his favorite spots, and cooking dinners just for him. Cara snuggled up to him as they turned on the television, and he returned her embrace, and it wasn't long before it was clear neither of them were interested in the movie. It was usually hard for them to keep their hands off each other, and they started slowly and affectionately. She ran her fingers lightly down the back of his shaved head and his neck, and he shivered at her touch. He ran his rough hands gently up her sides, cupping her breasts. Her breath already quickened in his ear. Her hands were all over his body, touching his hard chest, running her hands over his muscled shoulders, pulling him closer to her. He responded quickly, taking off his hat and pushing her back onto the couch, kissing her as he unbuttoned her jeans. Cara quickly stood up and began walking toward her bedroom. Mitchell followed, wondering why she didn't say anything, but assuming her intentions. Cara quickly grabbed a purple lace negligee and thong from the nightstand before Mitchell made it in the room, and dashed into the bathroom before he saw. She heard the bed covers rustling as she slipped her clothes off and the lingerie on, and couldn't wait to see where her plan got her.

Cara walked out of the bathroom, a tempting sight with her milky skin, freckled shoulders, and full breasts cupped in lace with satin ribbon. Mitchell had already disrobed himself to his boxers, and he lay in her soft bed with the covers down, lounging with his hands behind his head so she could get a full view of him. Just looking at his sexy, smooth body, and his bright blue eyes that were simultaneously full of the amusement of control and lust for her body, she knew it would be hard to carry out her plan... but she knew the rewards would be worth it.

Cara walked to the bed, calmly lifted the top sheet and blanket up, climbed in, and lay down as if to sleep. Mitchell put an arm around her waist and a leg over her, and began to gently kiss her, which she allowed for a moment without response, before she pushed him roughly off her, disentangled their legs, and twisted her hips away from him. She didn't have to wait long for the kind of response she was looking for. He grabbed her shoulder roughly, pulling her around and toward him. He held her tight against his chest, and she almost was a little afraid of him. She could have sworn she could smell his aggression coming out of his skin. His gaze was rife with irritation as he said, "What the hell, Cara?" She looked at him with a mask of composure over her pretty face, and said, sweetly but coolly, "I am not feeling cooperative tonight." His eyes glinted with an intoxicating hint of a lustful predator, and it seemed to take only a fraction of a second – his almost animal growl, his pounce on top of her, his knees roughly spreading her thighs, his fingers intertwining with hers, holding her hands away from their bodies, his teeth biting her neck, hard, and her crying out in pleasure. As he pulled back, she continued to bait him, "I'm tired of asking you for what you say you want to give me and being refused. I really want you to fuck me, but I'm not in the mood to give it up anymore. If you want it this time, you're going to have to take it."

He moved so quickly – she knew she had no chance of winning this battle, but that wasn't the kind of victory she was looking for. In a flash, his hand was at her throat, pinning her down to the bed and exerting a controlled pressure that suggested at the strength behind it. She continued to twist her hips, refusing to lie still as she knew he wanted. His other hand grabbed her breast, roughly, and he smiled that shark smile again, and she knew she had gotten him riled up enough to let her taste the freedom she craved. He moved his hand from her breast to her hip, and pushed her down hard into the bed and kept the pressure on her throat, and let his body weight do the rest. As she gasped for air and in pleasure, she felt his hand move again from her hip to between her thighs, and he pulled his hard cock from his boxers. He let up on her throat just a bit, nudged her thong aside, and ran his cock up and down her juicy slit, making her moan, but still she resisted, wiggling beneath him. He grasped her throat harder again, and rubbed the head of his cock hard on her clit. It felt so good, and his hand on her throat was so delicious, that she couldn't help but lift her hips up, her body wanting to feel more of him. His cock was at her opening now, and she then pulled back, trying to resist him again. Mitchell leaned close to her, kissed her cheek and ear, and whispered, "Maybe a collar would quicken obedience." Her body went liquid beneath him, and at that moment he thrust forward, his entire thick eight inch length rushing into her tightness at once, his hand now back to holding her hip down as her body had stiffened. Had she been able, she would have cried out, but after a few extra hard and deep thrusts to open her up, he released his hand from her throat and moved it back to her shoulder. She gasped and gurgled for a moment while she caught her breath, enjoying his hard, fast strokes. She then extended her legs as far as possible, pulling her ass away from him, arching her body up, trying to push him out of her. It was no use. He was so much bigger, and more powerful, that he just stopped his delicious pumping while she struggled, and waited for her to give up. Cara wanted to feel more of him, so she let her thighs fall open and her legs wind around him, and her hands crept around his back to pull him in further. He obliged and began to take her again, and her breath was quick as she kissed and nibbled his shoulder and neck, and she held on tight as he fucked her hard. Occasionally, he rammed into her with such force she would slide up the bed and she would cry out in both pain and pleasure, and each time she would see him looking down at her, enjoying the reaction he was causing. His hand left her shoulder, and crept around her back, cradling her to him as he drove into her relentlessly. Looking into her face, their lips so close together, he smugly said, "Have you given up already?" and his lips touched hers. She turned her face to the side, this time denying him the affectionate touch, and said saucily, "Just taking a break." His hand left her hip to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at him, holding her head still as he gently kissed her, then teasingly bit her lips.

Without his hands pressing down her hip and shoulder, she was now able to twist her hips again, pulling her right knee over her left, putting her leg between them, finally able to force him out. Without his hard cock inside her, she felt empty, but she wasn't ready to give up yet. She twisted her shoulders the same direction as her hips, and tried to scrambled away beneath him. He grabbed her by the shoulder, halting her with a moan, and as as his other hand went around one arm and the back of her neck, his fingers wound in her hair, she quickly felt her pussy filled with him again. He fucked her hard and fast face down, making her squeal over and over each time he drove into her to the hilt, and slowly pushed into her further until her pussy couldn't take any more of his length, hurting her just the way she liked. As he rammed into her, his cock slipped out of her cunt, and she moaned and wiggled her ass up, asking for it back, in spite of herself. Instead, he lay on his back and grabbed her and flipped her up so she straddled him. She rode his cock hungrily, grinding down, moaning as her hips bucked. His hands were on her ass, pulling her even deeper on his cock. He watched her cute ass bouncing, and teasingly said, "Seems like you're being a good girl now." She remembered he still hadn't made her submit yet, and she replied, just as teasingly, "You haven't even spanked me a single time. Why would you think I would behave yet?" He let out another growl, and just as she wanted, she felt his hard, rough hand coming down on her ass. She cried out, writhed on his dick, and her pussy tightened with the slap. He continued to spank her while she rode him, until she nimbly jumped off him.

He lunged for her, and grabbed her tightly by the throat again, throwing her onto her back, and before she could even try to shut her legs he roughly shoved a finger in her wet cunt and two more into her asshole. Cara was stunned, as he had never tried to play with her ass before, but as he savagely fingered both her holes, she spread her legs wider, and her hips rose to meet his violation. She moaned, as much as she could with his hand still at her throat. Mitchell looked down at her smooth body, at how she squirmed in pleasure at all the things he did to her, and saw he would have to take it to the next level to make her be a good girl again. He pulled his hand from between her sopping thighs, and turned her over. He pulled her up by the hips, and held her still and pressed the head of his cock to her ass. Cara jumped in real alarm, as she hadn't meant for things to go this far. She said, "Baby, I don't think I can quite do that..." and began to move away. To her surprise, Mitchell pulled her back tightly, her round ass still up in the air, and said, "I guess you should have been a good girl then," and pressed the head of his cock hard against her unwilling ass. She felt a burning pain, and began to feel herself stretching. She held still, whimpering against him, pleading, "I'll be a good girl for you again, I promise, please, I'll be good!" She didn't dare look back to see what he would do, but the pressure on her ass was relieved and Mitchell gently pushed her down onto her back, and entered her again. Cara no longer had any desire to resist. She wrapped her legs around him and moaned as he began pounding away at her again.

Now Cara's liquid body was finally in tandem with his again, her fighting over, her thighs held him close to her, and her soft moans as he took her turned him on all the more. He put one hand over her mouth, quieting her as he worked her body just as hard. Cara whimpered as softly as she could when he thrust deep, and over his hand, her big eyes watched him for approval as he continued to use her. Mitchell saw her surrender was complete, and he was very pleased. He kissed he back of his hand as he held it over her mouth, and said, "Good girl." Cara's body responded to his words, and though she was careful to stay quiet, her hands began to claw his back and her body tightened as he took full possession of her.

Mitchell felt her, and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He took his hand from her mouth, and she immediately began to cry out her pleasure. He asked, "Are you going to behave?" and she nodded her compliance. He withdrew from her pussy, grabbed her by the hair, and roughly pushed her onto her knees on the floor. With one hand still in her hair, he shoved his slippery cock in her mouth and began to fuck her face. She opened her mouth and began to suck, running her tongue around the head of his cock, occasionally licking the base of his shaft. As much as he had already taken her, it wasn't long before her sweet lips and tongue brought him over the edge. As he felt his orgasm approach, he pulled his cock from her mouth, held her head still, by the hair, and asked Cara what she wanted. She whispered, "Please cum on my face." She looked up at him, mouth expectantly open for his load, and he couldn't hold back. He watched as his cum spurted all over her face, coating her lips and cheeks with white, salty streams. Cara moaned as she felt the warm liquid hit her face, licking her lips and swallowing obediently.

Mitchell looked down at Cara's pretty face, his cum and her makeup smeared, her sweaty body on the floor where he had left her. He reached down a hand for her, pulled her up into the bed in his arms, kissed her gently, and said, "I knew you could be a good girl."