by Sophie Haas
Against my stomach, his cock was still thick and hard. I wanted to feel him inside of me: filling me, fucking me, flooding me. He gave a tug on my tightly held hair and the pull made things tighten and relax. Just like that, the dynamic shifted.
“On your knees.”
I slid down his body, him controlling the descent only by his hand in my hair. By the time I was on my knees, my cunt was wet and aching for him.
“I only fuck good little submissives. You will not touch that cunt and you will not come. Say “Yes, Wellsley.” ”
“Yes, Wellsley,” I whispered.
“Are you a good little submissive, Amy?”
The tiles were slick and hard beneath my knees, the water a warm caress on my skin and the man. God, the man. “Yes, Wellsley.”
“No, you’re not. You will give me your mouth and I’m going to fuck it. A nice, pretty fuck vessel for my cock. You will say please and thank you for my cum.”
I felt it sliding through my muscles: a languid warmth that eased the soreness from his forced orgasms, that sank into chaotic thoughts until there was only quiet. “Yes, Wellsley.”
And I gave him my mouth. The glide of his swollen cock on my tongue made my body hum. He held control of my head with his hand, holding me as he fed every inch of him into me. By the time the fat head hit the back of my throat, making me gag, I was so deep in the quiet, I couldn’t feel the water. I relaxed for him, resting on my heels, my eyes closed against the vicious beauty of him as he began to fuck my mouth.
The musky saltiness of his sticky pre-cum coated my tongue, the thick vein warm beneath the skin.
When I sucked, a finger tapped my cheek. I stopped then made myself relax, losing myself in the rhythmic glides of his cock. The slow tempo was hypnotic and oddly soothing. My cunt wept to be filled with the same fullness. Each time I tightened and rocked, I had to stop myself. I wasn’t allowed to come.
He was right. I wasn’t a good, little submissive. I had come earlier when he had demanded me not too. A good, little submissive wouldn’t fear her Dom or the quiet. A good, little submissive didn’t run away from her Dom.
From herself.
Opening my eyes, I gazed up at him and nearly drowned under the fierce gold stare.
I could feel cum trickling from my sex and it was easy to imagine it was just his pre-cum sliding right through me. I liked the idea of him inside me. I liked it a lot.
My belly tightened then relaxed at that truth. His cock easily slid along my tongue, his hips flexing with each thrust. His own muscles were tight beneath the skin. The control he wielded over his body was breath-taking. I wanted to touch him, explore every inch of him that lived beneath his respectable suits: pure, masculine power.
I wonder if Anya, the good, little submissive, had seen Wells like this.
Not just him unclothed but him utterly bared so that the sexual hunger to conquer and control was revealed.
I doubted it. The Big Dog kept his cards pretty close to his chest.
But I was seeing it. I didn’t quite know what that meant but my body sure as hell liked it. Tender muscles from his earlier erotic attack quivered in anticipation of his next invasion. My cunt clenched hard then relaxed. There was a warm rush of cum between my legs, not an orgasm but my body readying for him. The quiet deepened when he pulled my head back and began to fuck my mouth a little harder.
I wanted him to come more than I wanted my own orgasm. I wanted to feel the warm, slick glide of his cum over my tongue, down my throat and out through my pussy, because I was fairly sure that’s how it would feel. I wanted him to lay claim to me so all these god damn uncertainties were wiped away.
I wanted to be a good, little submissive for him.
Bracing my hands on his hips, I felt his body still and I slid off the swollen thickness of his cock. “Please.” It’s all I could say before he jerked my head back then shoved his cock into my mouth. I gagged and loved it as he fucked with a new purpose now. My cunt wept and I floated into the quiet, surrendering to it.
I felt more than saw him come. The hard push that had I not been anticipating it would’ve caught me by surprise. The hot, silky pumps of cum down my throat did indeed drip from my cunt in a warm rush. He stayed in me as I breathed slowly around him. He softened then and only after I swallowed the last drop I licked him clean. My head felt heavy as I rested it on his thigh, the musky scent of his orgasm lingering on his skin.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice raspy from the force of his thrusts.
He untangled my hair and I felt him moving around. The scent of apple body wash filled the shower and I shifted my head long enough to watch him wash himself with efficient movements. Even his cock was covered in foamy soap before the water rinsed him clean.
When the water shut off, the silence was startling. He left me kneeling there. He stepped out and grabbed a towel. He dried himself first then he lifted me from the shower, setting me on the bathroom vanity so he could dry me.
My body felt marvellously heavy and warm.
He pushed my legs open and I could barely focus on his chest. When his hand slid along my slick pussy, my head fell back, a soft cry escaping. My body was sensitive from earlier orgasms and the sheer sensual sensation of him coming in me. My clit was a hard, pulsing knot and I flinched beneath the gentle touch.
“I would tie you like this. Legs wide open so I can see every inch of this glistening cunt, body immobile yet alive with sensation. Your body spread for me as you waited for my cock, my cum.”
I grew wetter beneath his words, his fingers pushing into me. “Yes, Wellsley.”
“Tits cinched in rope, nipples clamped hard, ass filled with a vibrator to ready you for my cock. I’d take my strap to those pretty thighs, watching your cunt spasm and gush beneath each strike, your cries of surrender falling from you.”
My hips lifted, rolling into the strokes of his finger, my body responding to the fantasy...to the control. “Yes, Wellsley,” I moaned. He pumped his fingers harder in me, his thumb pushing down on my clit until I cried out from the exquisite pain.
I was going to come. Even after all those brutal orgasms, another one was building. “Wellsley. Oh. Oh God. Please.”
“I only fuck good, little submissives, Amy.”
“Please, please, please,” I panted. His fingers fucked me harder and harder.
“Only good, little submissives get my cum in their cunts. Come.”
“No, no, no,” I whispered but it was too late. The orgasm pushed through, drawn to his order like a magnet.
“Suck.”
The scent of sex came first and I opened my mouth. He slid his fingers in. Licking and sucking, I tasted me. When there was nothing left, he retrieved his fingers with a soft pop. Catching me under my legs, he lifted me up his body then carried me into the bedroom. I was sinking down and down and down. Only the hard weight of Wells on top of me kept on the earth. So much naked Wells.
Some dreams you don’t let yourself have. Like lying on my bed with a naked Wellsley Darling on top of me minutes after he had made me come. The weight of him seemed to be all that held me to Earth. I was pretty sure I was capable of floating away on a cloud of quiet bliss. There was nowhere to look but his eyes. His golden brown eyes seem to stare into the deepest parts of me where the secrets I refused to acknowledge lived. My heart thumped almost painfully; he saw me. A lifetime of insecurities wanted to ask what he was looking at and those same insecurities made me fear his answer. So instead I lay there, something akin to panic lurking beneath the surface.
Oh, to go back to the time when I avoided him, even when we were with the same people. Why oh why was he doing this?
Too much Wells. That’s all I could think as his skin clung to mine and his warmth sank into me.
The thick head of his cock rubbed over my pussy and I writhed beneath him. Wells caught my hands and pinned them above my head with one hand.
“Each truth you give me gives you an inch of my cock. Are you sob
er yet?”
Oh, oh shit. Dom games. I nodded and he retreated. “Yes! Yes. A little hungover still, but yes.” A cruel smile appeared and he notched the tip back in. What did it say about me that this version of his smile made my pussy wet and the quiet stir? This smile said he was going to get what he wanted and I was going to go through hell.
“Someone wants my cock.”
I shook my head and he pulled out again. Ugh. Bastard Dom.
“I can fuck the truths out of you, girl. It’s up to you how long until I fill you with my cum. I know what you want, little girl, and I know what you need. The only one who doesn’t is you. Whether you’re blissfully ignorant or in utter denial, it doesn’t matter.”
“Why? Why are you doing this?”
“Because your bullshit is old and tiresome. Agree?”
Lowering my gaze to his shoulder, I thought over his reason and how we had come to this place. Last night could’ve been me. Fuck, it should’ve been me. Arching my neck, I looked at my arms stretched out and held beneath spread out fingers. It would be easy enough to break his grip. It wasn’t like he was holding me down with both hands. The hold was more symbolic than anything. The arch of my body pressed my breasts into his chest and I imagined what it would be like if my hard nipples were clamped like the sub’s had been last night. Fuck but I had wanted to be her so bad.
My bullshit was old and tiresome. “Agree,” I admitted and everything went still as he notched his cock back into place.
“Why did you flee last night?”
I studied the thumb resting over my wrist while deep down an ache was building where he rested. The control he had over his body was disgusting. Mine was all wet and ready for him while he was fine and dandy.
I could lie but he already knew the truth to that. “You scare me.” My answer was rewarded with him pushing the thick, firm head into me. My gasp filled the room and I arched at the feel of his invasion. There was no hiding the welcoming rush of cream.
“Fuck, you’re always so god damn wet for me.”
“Yes,” because it was true. Whether he was touching me or not, Wellsley made me wet. It was a fundamental truth I could never deny. “God,” I breathed, my fingers flexing as I earned another inch.
“If you don’t stop squirming and trying to take me into your body, I’m climbing off you to find a way to tie you down.”
“Okay,” I said and I didn’t know what I was agreeing to: stopping squirming or him tying me down.
His other hand disappeared between us and I arched as I felt the teasing brush over my clit, before he retreated then was back.
“I love how this cunt responds to me. It’s the most honest pussy I’ve ever been inside. Do you know why?”
I shook my head. “No,” I panted as the rhythmic teases brushed over my clit. I swear I felt him swelling inside me.
“Because this cunt belongs to me. Long before I made it mine, it belonged to me. Years later, despite all your head shit, it’s still mine. In twenty years it will welcome me in just like this because this cunt is mine. Isn’t it?”
I became a creature of sensation as he touched me, his cock buried with in me as it grew slicker and slicker from my body. It dawned on me why his hand would bump my clit. He was stroking himself, watching me beneath him. The grip he maintained on my wrists grew tight, almost painful. The rhythmic bumps and glides of his hand against me became the rhythm of my body. I cried out at the dual sensations, afraid I was going to come with him barely inside me. Tawny eyes stared into me. He had asked a question. Answers earned a reward.
There was only one answer, one truth. “Yes.” I cried out, arching into him as Wells pushed that big, beautiful dick deeper into me, swamping me with the utter domination he had over both our bodies.
“Please,” I begged.
“You know how this goes, Amy.”
A truth would get me another inch and being a good, little sub got me his cum. My fingers flexed and relaxed rhythmically. “Please fuck me.”
“You can do better than that.”
The knowledge that he was jerking off while inside me was almost enough to make me come. “Wellsley.”
“The rest of my dick is jealous at not being inside this cunt that belongs to me. I like how it responds when I say that. It gets nice and slippery while the needy tightness eases. I like how you respond when I say that. Your breathing deepens, your pupils dilate just a bit more and your entire body gets a little looser. Do you know why?”
“No.” He pulled out an inch and my breathing caught at the feel of him moving inside me even as “no, no, no,” escaped from me. My heart sounded loud in my head while my shaky breaths escaped. His fingers brushed over my pussy spread around his cock then away and it was easy to imagine those long fingers gliding up his cock then back down to where my body stopped him: he was painting his dick with my wetness. The ache where he filled me throbbed in time to the brush of his hand.
I mouthed his name.
“Right now tiny drops of pre-cum are being milked into this cunt so wet and eager for my cock and cum. Ahh, another one sliding free.” His eyes closed slightly and my pussy rippled at the words, the look, the knowledge that he wanted to be buried inside me, to fuck me.
“What’s that look for?”
“You want me?”
His eyes narrowed. “You doubt that. Why?”
“Look at you then look at me. You’re the Big Dog...I’m...I’m Jack’s stray.”
His eyes did that thing where they went flat and hard and I inwardly winced at having angered him. “Removing Jack from the conversation at this point, tell me what’s inside you.”
“You.” He eased out an inch and my body strained upwards to return him.
“Not who. What.”
I felt heat bloom in my cheeks and when I went to look away from his eyes, he snapped his fingers: a sharp, loud pop that had me meeting that unhappy stare before his hand dipped back between our bodies. “Your cock,” I whispered, so not used to talking like this to him. A dark gold eyebrow winged up and I cleared my throat, repeating my answer a little louder.
“And?”
Oh Jesus. I could feel the embarrassed heat slide down my neck. “Your pre-cum.” My eyes fluttered closed as he sank back in, the friction sending tingles of need down my spine before resting right where he waited. More friction, more inches, more cock, more pre-cum.
“Soft or hard, girl?”
The utter control in him being able to question me, that strict, no-nonsense tone rippled through me. “Hard,” I whispered, unable to get more volume out because so much was churning within me. “So hard.” The slow, methodical way he pushed another inch into me had my cunt tightening. He was still stroking himself though there was less of his cock now because some was in me.
“Do you know why this cock is hard? Why it’s ready to pump every drop of cum into this sweet, little cunt? Why it’s ready to fuck this sweet, little cunt until you’re begging to come?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me why, girl.”
I meant to say it was because it meant he wanted me. Instead “because this cunt belongs to you,” came out of my mouth. My eyes snapped open and a cry escaped as every last inch was buried inside me.
“Because this cunt belongs to me.”
Six simple words had the quiet pulling me down into it so all I knew was Wellsley thrusting hard into me, one hand on my wrists and the other gripping my ass. Every glide out had my hips rising to keep him inside and every stroke into me had my body growing limper and heavier even as I met those delicious thrusts.
No fantasy could top the truth of Wells fucking me. Every time the reality of his cock pushing through the swollen, wetness of my cunt hit, I gasped. Hard fingers dug brutally into the softness of my hips and he shifted the angle of my body. I cried out at the erotic pain.
Opening my eyes, I stared up the line of my arms as he held me with ease. His eyes. God, his eyes were a thing of beauty as he fucked into me: full
of the very cruelty that made my pussy wet, I saw hints of everything he wanted to do to me: every erotic, perverted, nasty thing. God. Yes. As if he had spoken my hips stilled. I was drowning in that gaze filled with domination – my domination.
“Use me,” I whispered, begging.
The colour of his eyes lightened while his face tightened. His grip was so hard I flinched, well aware there would be bruises and loving the fact. “Fuck...your...vessel.”
Within my cunt I felt the hot rush of him coming and I bowed as Wells pushed his cock into me. I could only shudder as I felt each hot pulse inside me, the realization that he was pumping his cum in me sent me over and into the quiet as I came for him.
Like a good, little submissive.
Chapter 8
For the second time in a week, I woke naked in a bed with my body aching of sex with the scent of coffee slipping through erotic dreams. At least this time it was my bed. I had that going for me. No Lash watching me sleep. No, it was worse.
Wellsley Darling.
Even though he was only dressed in his button down shirt and slacks, he projected the aura that he was in one of his three piece suits. I reached down to make sure the sheet was covering all my naked bits because he was pretty intimidating as he sipped his coffee.
“We need to talk.”
Nothing good ever came from those four words. “No, we don’t,” I denied. I bent my legs and wrapped my arms around them, trying to hide from this conversation.
He took a sip of his coffee, studied the inside of the mug then set it down on the nightstand. “I am the first to admit that I’m an asshole. I am, however, a very good Dom. Unlike your first Dom, I will not be complacent when it comes to you.”
I blinked at his words. “My first Dom? You were--”
“Your shit is a hot mess, baby, and you’re drowning. I get that the grief is overwhelming. You lost not just Jack but also your Dom. I can’t heal you nor should you expect me to but if this continues forward, we need to deal with some things.”
“My...” My brain was having trouble, scrambling with the words that were coming out of his mouth. “Jack...my...my Dom? He wasn’t...it wasn’t like that.”