“No, what?” I hear him ask, as he crawls between my legs and positions himself at my opening.
“No, Leo… I…” But my words are cut off as he smacks my pussy before sucking my clit between his lips and biting down gently. “Oh God!” I yell as he spreads my folds and rolls my wetness forward and back making me rock my sex against his face. My head falls back as my walls tighten and I almost crash over the edge.
As soon as I swear I am about to climax his movements stop. His hands release me and my sex feels cold, void of where his mouth once was. He pushes me to standing as he rises in front of me. “No, Sir, Mia!” He instructs, as my mouth hangs open and I shamelessly know I will call him whatever he wants, as long as he keeps silencing my mind by the way he is pleasuring my body.
“No, Sir.” I whisper for the first time in my life and love the way it rolls off my tongue with ease.
His eyes close for a moment as a smile spreads across his face. When he opens them again he takes my chin in his hand and pulls me a step closer.
“You say that too easily, Kitten. Like you’ve said it before.”
I shake my head no, and he lets me as he releases my jaw. “No, Sir.” His smile grows as he licks his lips before his hand trails to my back and he grabs my hair, fisting it in his palm and pulling me a step closer.
“Good! I want to be the only one you’ve ever submitted to. Just like you’re the only one I’ve ever let myself worship.”
His lips crash into mine and I can taste myself on his tongue as he slides it into my mouth. His hard body presses up against me and I can feel his thick, long length pressed against my lower belly. My center throbs needing to feel it inside me as I press into him further and grind against it. His growl is addictive as he swings us both around and lifts me in his arms.
I feel the weight of our bodies hit the bed and take no time in rising my pelvis and letting it grind against him greedily. His hands come to my hips and stop me as they hold me still against the sheets. My eyes open and I look at him confused.
“This isn’t about pain, but fucking self indulgence.” He whispers. “Taking you to your damn limit and watching, enjoying, fucking drowning in the knowledge thatonly Iget to see you this way.” His fingers run down my middle to my core before he parts me and gently presses inside me. “Enjoy you this way.”
I feel him back away and slowly rise off the bed. I stare at the ceiling for a moment, wondering what happened and where I went wrong, before I attempt to rise. When I do, his grip clamps down around one of my wrists and holds me still.
I feel a leather tie slide across my wrist before it’s quickly fastened to something at the top right corner of the bed. I quickly look to my side but barely see Leo walk away before my eyes rise and I take in what he just did. Still trying to grasp the fact that he tied my wrist to the bed post, my senses heighten when I feel him suddenly do the same to the other wrist.
“Leo,” I say, as I scramble to find words, but my thoughts are quickly cut off as I feel him harshly tighten the restraint on my wrist before his icy stare meets my eyes. “Sir…” I hear myself comply, as just the mere thought of everything that is happening sends a pulsing desire to my sex and makes me grind up against nothing as my hips rise, needing more, wanting more, and my wetness grows between my legs.
He walks away from the bed and my mind wanders, wondering what I have gotten myself into. My breathing quickens as I remember my thoughts from earlier and then wonder how Leo’s hands on me in a disciplinary way didn’t bother me. How it felt right, how I wanted it, needed more, and didn’t want him to stop. How it silenced every thought in my mind, and I knew the only thing he wanted, the only thing that mattered, was bringing me pleasure.
He’d never harm me. Not like I was abused before. My mind is silent for the first damn timeeveras I wait in anticipation for more. And God,I need more.
He would never hurt me. I know that. But the time he is away my mind begins to race, as it tries to piece together the horror in my past and why, and how, I could find so much pleasure in what I am experiencing now. Something I never knew I always wanted.
Does that make me a freak? Does it make me have issues beyond anything anyone could ever fix? My heart races trying to figure it out before I feel the bed dip again.
But I need this. I want this. I have to haveallthat he is giving me and everything that I am just now feeling for the first time ever. A deliverance as I surrender to something I only now realize I always wanted, even with my past, and even with all that I went through. This beginning of pleasure through pain somehow takes away the sting and only makes me want more.
I try to look up but my neck will only stretch so far, and soon I feel his large hands on my ankles fastening me to the bottom of the bed. I begin to close my legs, as if that will save me time, before I feel him spread me out and his hand sternly grab my other ankle before it is fastened in place as well.
The thoughts from earlier begin to leave my mind as I feel him crawl up the bed and I close my eyes anticipating what is coming next. He licks up my slit, and my hips rise in need. He takes my nipple in his mouth and I cry out in wanting. He bites down as his finger enters my sex and I scream in pleasure before he pulls back and my eyes open and find his.
His other hand raises before it quickly goes to work, tying a blindfold around my eyes. I try to protest but he cuts me off with a kiss as his tongue slides across my own seductively until he has one of my senses completely cut off from the world around me.
“Sir, I…” I go to say, but my thoughts are stopped as I feel a cold, wet object at my opening. He slides it across my slit and I gasp out from the beautiful sensation. The cold mixed with my heat is almost too much before I feel his mouth on my clit.
He licks once, then twice, before I hear him say. “Submission doesn’t mean you’re powerless, Kitten. It just lets me serve, empower and connect with you like you’ve never fucking felt before, or ever will again.”
He plunges the object inside me and I cry out. The slickness of the wet, thawing object, makes my senses heighten as he climbs on top of my body and I can feel him straddle me. His shaft rubs against my clit as his balls bounce against my opening above the object he is driving inside me. I want to cum, I need my release, but as if he can read my body he stops and pulls the object from within and climbs off of me.
“So fucking wet, you’re dripping out of your quivering pussy, Kitten,” he growls as I hear him move across the room.
“Dominating you,” I hear him say, as the bed dips again and he slowly raises my hips. I feel him spread lube across my ass before pressure is applied at my tight opening and he enters something inside me. I tense from its intrusion, before I adjust to the size of it and feel even more pleasure when he enters one then two fingers in my sex. “Is only about taking care of you. Giving you what you want. What your body needs. What your mind craves.” I grow wetter as my body approaches release before he retracts his hands and climbs up my body. “Never hurting you, ever.”
My mouth opens as I pant from the sensation I still feel in my ass as wetness pools out of me and suddenly I can feel his thighs pressed against either one of my shoulders as he straddles my face. I feel his hand come up and force my mouth open wider before the head of his dick rests on my lips. His free hand trails back and I feel it enter inside me before he pulls it back and rubs it against my clit.
“You want this, Kitten?” He asks, surprising me since he was just talking about domination and I didn’t think that included asking. But then that wouldn’t be taking care of me either, giving me what I want, what I need, and like a good submissive I do what I am told.
“Yes, Sir,” I answer, before I slowly feel him push forward, his dick filling my mouth as his fingers fill my sex and the toy he inserted in my ass makes every damn thought flee my mind as the most pleasure I have ever fucking experienced takes over.
