by Sky Corgan
“Do you want me to fuck you with this? A simple nod will suffice.”
No. I want you to fuck me with something else, but at this point, anything will do. I nodded obediently, knowing he didn't want me to speak.
“Suck,” he told me again, pressing the candle to my lips. I took it in willingly, lubing it up for the next pass.
This time when he took the candle away, he didn't play with my clit. He carefully pressed it between my folds, seeking out my moist entrance. The candle slipped inside almost effortlessly, fat end first. It was big, but not enough to do much good, only a taste of the larger fleshy appendage my body was truly craving. I moaned anyway, just happy to be filled by something Micah was controlling. Our eyes locked, and as he fucked me with the candle, pleasure rolled through me, though it wasn't quite the orgasm inducing kind. My muscles clamped around the candle, hoping to create a greater sense of thickness, but there was no substitute for the real thing.
Thankfully, Micah didn't tease me for long. He pulled it out, flipping it over in his hand. For a split second, I thought he was going to stick the wick end into me, and my mind went into a momentary panic. But then he moved farther up my folds, pushing the wick between my pussy lips and seeking out my sensitive nub. The feeling of it brushing against my skin was strange at first, but when he began moving it back and forth, painting my bulb like a brush, I knew I was lost. My fingers wrapped around my restraints in preparation for what was to come, and I braced myself, silently begging for him not to pull away again. He did though, and my orgasm subsided for a split second. The candle dropped from his hand, and he shoved two fingers deep inside of me, pressing his palm against my clit to rub my pleasure out the rest of the way. I moaned when the tides rushed to overtake me, sending my body spinning in euphoric bliss. My cunt squeezed around his fingers as my orgasm wrecked me, my hips bucking to the feel of his palm massaging me into oblivion. It was one of the best orgasms I had ever had, and it left me absolutely breathless.
“That felt amazing,” he whispered into my ear, still fingering me, though his palm had left my clit.
I wanted to crack a joke that he should have felt it from the receiving end, but I knew better than to speak. Instead, I just watched him, enthusiastically awaiting his next move.
Micah stood up on the bed, his head nearly touching the ceiling. He kept it bowed, his eyes burning into me with a lusty intensity that made me want to start writhing again. Even though I had just had an orgasm, seeing him like that set my core reactors to burning and tremors of desire pumping through me.
He hooked his hands around the waistband of his boxers and pulled them over his hips, revealing that glorious thick cock of his. Good God was he ever sexy. I felt like I was about to get ravaged by a guy from one of those fireman calendars. Micah was all muscle, impressive size, smoldering eyes, and beautiful tousled hair. I wanted to touch him so badly, but all I could do was look. It was torture.
When he lowered himself down over my head, I knew what he wanted. That phallus had been big from a distance, but it seemed to grow the closer it got. Maybe it was just excitement making it bigger. Perhaps it was a trick of the eyes, but when it reached my lips, I was worried my mouth wouldn't fit around it.
I needed no direction for what was coming next. My tongue lapped out instinctively, wanting to taste him, feeling the need to return the favor for all the pleasure he had given me since we'd first started messing around together. He was teasing with it though, treating me like sucking his dick was a privilege. Then again, I suppose everything was a privilege with him, and how privileged I felt.
I kept my tongue exposed and stared up into his eyes as he petted his glans over it a few times, barely pressing the tip into my mouth and then pulling it out again. He used my mouth like a toy, rubbing his base around my tongue, then the tip, never allowing me to take it in fully. It made me feel greedy for him, and eventually I started giving chase, trying to suck him into my mouth, though he kept deflecting my advances. When he finally did let me catch the prize, he was brutal about it, grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me to deep throat him almost immediately. This wasn't my first rodeo though, and I was more than prepared for it, determined to match whatever he thought he could throw at me. I moaned and sucked and licked, controlling my gag reflex and enjoying all the sensations of being dominated by him. In that moment, he owned me completely, and I willingly belonged to him, lost in his sexual game of cat and mouse. Give and take. Pleasure and discomfort. He used me, violated my mouth with thrusts of various speed and depth, plunged himself into me until I could taste his salty pre-seed sticking to the back of my throat. I swallowed it like it was a gift, purring softly from his masculine flavor. It was one of the most intense blow jobs I had ever given, and I didn't even really have to work much. Micah was in full control. I was just a tool to him, a means to an end. All tongue and mouth and moans.
“I'm going to fuck you now,” he told me, and all I could do was nod in approval. Oh how I had been waiting for this.
Micah crawled between my thighs and unfastened my ankle restraints one at a time. Then he grabbed my legs and pushed them all the way up to my chest. My sex throbbed in needy anticipation, practically begging for it. I needed him inside of me, maybe even more than I had ever needed a man before.
When he had me in position, he spread my legs out wide and let them go. I could only assume he wanted me to hold them in place, so I did, watching as he grabbed his manhood and spanked my clit with it. Each slap sent a small pulse through me that further ignited my desire. If he was any more of a tease, I thought I would explode.
Finally, his glans touched my entrance, and I felt him start to slide inside. He was bigger than Chet, longer and thicker. My body tensed at the intrusion, but I was more than willing to take him in. Micah's cock spread and filled me, making me groan from the tight sensation. God, how I had wanted this. And now that it was finally happening, it felt every bit as amazing as I had imagined.
He didn't tease me when he slid inside. Micah needed this just as bad as I did. I groaned as he went balls deep, then immediately clutched onto one of my legs and began bucking, his rhythm surprisingly slow and careful for as carnal as the blow job had been. I savored every moment of it, the feel of him gliding in and out, the way my body responded to his girth. The carnal heat in his eyes faded for a while, and I saw only pleasure. Then he seemed to snap back to, and he grabbed my throat while he fucked me, though he didn't squeeze. It was more an act of dominance, as if I didn't know who the alpha was.
For the next thirty minutes, I felt like a rag doll, being fucked to his will. He'd reposition my legs from time to time, but kept me on my back, always looking down at me with those dreamy intense green eyes. Whenever I'd look away from him, he'd give me a soft slap across the cheek, and I eventually realized that he wanted my eyes fixed on his face the entire time.
It was a bit sexy being controlled even during sex. Chet just fucked me. He never really paid any attention to my movements, as long as I let him stick it anywhere he liked. Micah was a lot more attentive, more planned. He knew what he wanted to do, how he wanted to fuck me, what he wanted me to do, and he was in control of it all. My only real job was to obey and enjoy the ride. And how I enjoyed it. Sex with Micah was amazing. He knew how to manipulate my body to get at my secret depths, to make me moan and scream and cry out and claw my fingers into the sheets. I felt almost drowned in orgasms as he'd arch his body so that his pubic bone rubbed against my clit. Then when my orgasm subsided, he'd reposition himself for his own pleasure before coming back to drive me up euphoria hill again.
Finally, he reached his limit. Hurriedly, he unfastened my hand restraints and made me suck him off until he came. This time, he let me have full control, lying on the bed beside me and allowing me to crawl on top of him and show him what I could really do with my mouth when given free rein. I jacked him off with both hands while I sucked him mercilessly, hungrily awaiting his load. Within in a few short minutes, h
is breath hitched, and I took his seed into my mouth, swallowing and then licking him clean. His moans were music to my ears, and seeing him spent filled me with a strange sense of pride.
“Sir has an amazing cock,” I told him, hoping he wouldn't punish me for complimenting him.
“And you have an amazing everything,” he replied, pulling me into his arms.
“May I speak freely now?” I asked, cuddling up next to him and resting my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat slow as his body began to relax.
“You may.”
“Is it always going to be like this with us, I mean if I agree to be your submissive?”
“Well, it won't be exactly like this, but it will be pretty close. I realize that you want certain freedoms, and I'm willing to compromise. So, what are your thoughts thus far?”
I purred, “I'm really happy being with you, but I'd still like to take a night to think about it.”
“I suppose that's understandable.”
We laid together for a long time, enjoying each other's company, my body nestled in his warm embrace. All sorts of feelings were rolling through me, and none of them were unpleasant. I felt safe in Micah's arms, content with his style of domination. He wasn't like Chet at all. He was a lot more like what I had been expecting when I first decided to get into the lifestyle, and I loved it.
CHAPTER TEN
Fucking amazing. Those were the only words to describe what acting as Talia's Dom was like. She was a little mouthy, but her fiery personality was part of her appeal.
I laid with her in a state of unadulterated bliss, gently stroking my thumb across her shoulder while she nestled her head against my chest. We fit together perfectly. I almost couldn't imagine ever being without her. I just hoped that I had done well enough, that it was enough to put her in my arms forever.
We laid together for a good thirty minutes before I finally got up and got dressed. Talia was sad to see me go, which pleased me, but I had to work the next day. I drove home with a shit-eating grin on my face, thinking about how everything had turned out, and I went to bed with thoughts of her in my head. She was infecting every part of me, had been for a while, and I was quickly realizing that I wasn't sure if I'd be able to let her go, even if she didn't want to be my sub. It had been so long since I'd met someone like her. Was I really stupid enough to walk away from her just because I didn't get my way? I hoped the answer was no, but my pride was a force to be reckoned with.
The next day seemed to drag on endlessly as I waited for the clock to tick down to five o'clock so that I could get off work, change clothes, and head over to Talia's apartment. Hell, I was so desperate to hear her response that I thought about skipping going home completely. It was important not to seem too eager though.
Finally, it was time for the verdict. I drove over to Talia's apartment with a knot in my stomach, hoping and praying that the cards would fall in my favor. Chet had damaged her, but I could heal her. I was convinced of that.
She opened the door, and the same familiar scent of cooking wafted out to greet me behind her brilliant smile. Today's dinner had a strange smell to it. Curry perhaps? She seemed like a culinary eclectic, so I wouldn't put it past her.
“Come in.” Talia moved away from the door to let me in.
I scanned her up and down, a bit disappointed that she wasn't wearing sexy lingerie. Maybe it was a bad sign.
“Always cooking,” I teased.
“A way to a man's heart.” She walked past me and gave me a little wink. Dear God, how I wanted her.
“Is that what you're aiming for?” I smirked, following her into the kitchen and standing there to watch her stir something in a pot.
“Maybe.”
“So I'm hoping that means good things for me.”
“It means chicken curry.”
“That's not exactly what I was talking about.”
“I know. Good things come to those who wait though. Sit down, and I'll serve you.”
Good things come to those who wait. The phrase repeated itself in my head, and I knew I had won. Now was just a question of the conditions that I was sure she was going to put forth.
I sat patiently until she finished cooking, and it was time for dinner. Then I ate silently, enjoying the food, but also looking forward to having her for dessert. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before she belonged to me made me feel almost giddy.
When dinner was over, we went into the living room, and I sat on the sofa, watching her take a seat on the recliner across from me. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her nails as if she wasn't sure where to begin.
“Is it safe to offer you an interview now?” I asked.
“Are you sure you want to be a Dom again?” Talia looked up at me earnestly.
“I've been sure since we first met.”
“Really?” Her expression brightened.
“And what about you? Are you sure you want to be a submissive again?”
“Not really.” She shook her head. “I mean I want to, but I'm still a bit afraid.”
“Did you not enjoy what we did last night?”
“I loved it. Absolutely loved it. It was amazing. I guess I just fear that we're going to be together for a while, and then you'll eventually turn into someone else.”
“I'm not Chet, Talia.”
“I know, but that lingering fear is still there.”
“I'll do everything in my power to squash it.”
“You already have. You've done so much for me,” she sighed.
“Listen. I don't want you to get into this because you feel some sense of obligation to pay me back. I haven't been trying to manipulate you into becoming my sub. I only want you to do it if that's what you want. If it's not what you want, it's fine, I'll understand.”
“I appreciate that.” Talia smiled weakly. “You know, I've wanted to be a sub for the longest time. Chet ruined that for me. But I think you've shown me that it doesn't have to be horrible. It can be everything I've read about, everything I've dreamed about.”
“So is that a yes?” I asked hesitantly.
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “That is a yes.”
My heart leaped for joy, though I tried my hardest to maintain my composure on the outside. “So, I can interview you then?”
“No.” Talia shook her head, and a mischievous grin crossed her perfect lips. “There are some things we're still going to do my way. I want to get to know you a little at a time. Forms are boring. You already have my list of kinks and dislikes. That's enough to start with. I don't need any heady contracts to keep me in line. Just tell me what you want me to do and what you don't want me to do, what you expect from me.”
“What about a trial?” I quirked an eyebrow at her.
“Yes. I do want a trial. Would two weeks be enough?”
“How about a month? That way, you'll have a good long time to figure out if being with me is something you really want and if being a sub is still something you really want.”
“You're so considerate.” She smiled at me, crossing the distance between us to sit next to me and nuzzle her face against my shoulder. “I think I could love you one day, Micah.”
Her words caught me off guard, but also filled me with a warmth that I hadn't experienced in a long time. Not since Hannah.
“I think I could love you too.”
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There was an uneasy feeling in my chest as I stared down at the submissive questionnaire Damien Reed had given me. For the past few weeks, he had been teaching me about sexual nature and fantasy. This would be taking things a step further. Learning about BDSM would put our relationship on a completely different level—a level I had wanted so badly since first setting eyes on Damien Reed. He was handsome, dominant, caring, and still a complete anomaly to me. More than anything, I wanted to unravel his mystery—and become a part of it.
Initially, I hoped for a normal relationship with him. But Damien Reed's desires ran darker than that. I had tasted his carnal lust, pressed up against the glass window of a public building. He had taught me that sex was more than just a man and women coupled together. It could be so much more—have so many different sensations.
I licked my lips, thinking of all the things we had done together. Memories of being blindfolded, and handcuffed, and forced to masturbate for him. Everything he did to me brought a new wave of emotions and sexual bliss. Before I knew it, I had become addicted to his lessons—addicted to him.
This was the next phase. The phase where I was more than just his student. The phase of commitment. But it came at a price. Many of my normal everyday freedoms would be stripped away. I would have to learn to obey his every command, to be at his beck and call. Not his girlfriend, but his submissive. In truth, I still wasn't sure that was what I wanted, but I would do anything it took to be close to him, and if this was the price . . .
On top of the questionnaire was a letter. It read as follows: