Part three of Maren's fall into submission.
Story is a continuation of a series. All characters 21+.
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In my dreams, the gentle sensation of Sir's lips trailing down my delicate neck stirs something deep inside of me. Moaning, I feel a subconscious force compel me to move closer to the stimulation. I sense myself moan aloud. My ears grow warm and my cheeks flush as I become hot with a burning desire. Noticing a tingle between my legs, my eyes shoot open and I scream with pleasure as the sound of vibrations fills the room. Panting, I scramble to move away from the feeling only to find my limbs bound in place.
Terror building within me, I look around to see Sir grinning while sitting in a chair, watching me writhe. A shiver of fear trails down my spine as frustration builds from my confinement. I can't understand his sadism nor my desire for more of his treatment.
"You tried calling me five times over the past three weeks," Sir starts. "I can only assume that you were calling, desperate, for my touch." He stands and runs his finger down my leg, and softly says, "To cum." His eyes penetrate me, uncovering something invisible to others. There's an almost tangible presence, begging to emerge. It frightens me.
My mind returns to my body as I gasp in agony, feeling another orgasm reverberate through me. "You had two orgasms before even waking up, sweet girl," Sir says. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "Your sitting in a puddle of your own juices. I had a small taste, but I need more." He rakes his lips down my naked and restrained body, turning off the vibrator.
He kneels down, his tongue teases gently at my swollen clit. Sensitive and raw, I try to close my legs and prevent him, but the restraints prove too secure. He presses his tongue, flat and wide, at the bottom of my slit. Slowly, he drags his tongue up, taking a moment to dip into my sweet hole, he stops before reaching my clit. He swallows loudly and embarrassment rises within me. Now with a point, his tongue presses into the soft hood of my clit and bounces slightly against it. My pussy clenches, and I feel myself leak onto my bed. Sir then sucks my clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the little button. My feet curl as another orgasm rips through me. I scream.
My mind is foggy and disoriented, as I ask what day it is.
Sir stands and releases my legs. He massages the blood back into them, pulling at my toes. "It's only Sunday." He reaches to release my arms and wraps me into an embrace. He kisses me lightly on the forehead and instructs me to get dressed.
Following a light wash-up, I enter the living room in a short dress. Sir hands me a cup of coffee and pats the couch. He starts, "How was yesterday and this morning?"
Looking at my hands, I respond meekly, "I enjoyed it. But, I don't want to do that again. It's not right." A lie.
He leers at me moving closer so my legs are across his lap. "I disagree. You needed it." He leans towards me, putting his weight on my plush thighs. "How much longer do you have on your lease," Sir asks. His elbow digs into my thigh as his hand slips under my skirt and he toys with the band of my panties.
"Umm..three more months, Sir." Distracted by his touch, I answer dazedly, "And you should know, my parents already hated that I moved so far, they would be horrified if I was living with a man, too."
Sir gazes down at me with narrowed eyes and says, "I suppose they'll be horrified then. You aren't good at living on your own, Maren. You're going to move in with me."
My face contorts as I defiantly push him away, sitting up. "You can't force me live with you," I scoff, though a subtle desire lingers beneath my challenge. Deep down, I know he could. In a way, I yearn for him to make me yield to his demands.
Sir leans back, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. "I can, and I will."
A surge of irritation boils within me, pushing me to rise as I yell, "Get out. I am not some naive girl. I never agreed with you intruding into my life like this." Yet, beneath the surface of my outcry, I desire him. I want him to overtake my world. I resent him, but I crave the connection he offers.
Tears flow freely as I tremble, urging, "You need to leave." The words sear as they leave from my lips, and somehow, my body recognizes the lies.
My hands tremble once I finish, and he studies me inquisitively. A knowing look cross his face, and he smiles, "I understand now, Maren."
My heart pounds in my chest. Sir continues, "You like the struggle."
"No, that's not what this is," I protest. He knows me.
Sir seizes my hair, pulling me to the couch. The familiar sense of dread begins to consume me as the memory of my spankings flashes through my mind. He forces me to kneel in front of the couch, pushing my head into the seat cushion. He moves his grip to my neck as he speaks.
With his other hand, he gently strokes the side of my face. My head throbs, and I feel dehydrated from the nonstop crying. He massages my temple and kisses gingerly upon my face. Despite his loving touch, I want to recoil from him. His indifference for my pleas serves as an ominous sign for the future ahead. As much as I hate to admit it, he's right about my laziness. The admission burns like bile in my throat.
My laziness has encompassed my life, hindering me greatly. Tears well up in my eyes, and I struggle to hold back sobs.
Assertively, Sir tells me, "I understand what is best for you, my sweet girl. You must have faith that I will do right by you. Regardless, we both know that I don't require your compliance."
The last sentence seems to have dragged on longer than the others as I rationalize with what just he's said. "But, I-," My words cease abruptly as his hand comes down hard on my left butt cheek.
"You will not speak without permission. Your role is to listen and understand," Sir commands with great authority. Unable to suppress my tears, I cry as he massages the cheek he hit.
He continues, "I intended for you to stay here and wait before moving in with me. However, I think we'll have to start your move sooner." His hand returns to gently wipe away the tears from my face. My arms remain glued to my side unsure of what he might find fault with and punish me for.
Gasping for air through my tears, I plead, "Please Daniel! I swear I'll listen. I am not ready to leave my home. It's all too overwhelming. Please."
"Hm, you'll understand your new position soon," Sir whispers into my ear, before slapping my face. "You used the wrong name, slut. You're smarter than that."
He releases my neck, and I sink back on my heels, head bowed low. Straddling me, he gently lifts my chin, our eyes locking in a fiery gaze. I wonder what he is thinking, plotting. With a shuddering breath, I maintain the stare, attempting to feign strength.
"You may speak now," he grants. His hand reaches into the pocket of his jeans, fiddling with something unseen.
Still locked in his gaze, I begin, "So, what's next? I move in with you, and then what? I'm not leaving my job."
I'm unsure of what I expect him to say. Part of me yearns for an apology, for him to admit it was some type of charade. That he never truly stalked me, only captivated by my aura. Yet, another part of me desires for it all to be true - a man obsessed with me, wanting me so deeply that he'd risk everything for me. I wonder, how can he be so sure that I won't tell what's happened to anyone?
He smiles, wrapping me up into his embrace. "You agree that you need help, right Maren? I will help you make a plan and stick to it. No need to leave your job, yet." I respond with a soft, "Okay."
