His Perfect Submissive

by Alyssa Aaron

  "Easy honey, I'm right here,” he said. She felt the bed give beneath his weight as he eased onto the bed next to her.

  His voice was like a soothing balm that slid over her like the comforting softness of a down quilt. She sighed and relaxed a little. She felt his broad strong palm as it pushed her hair away from her face and stroked her cheek. She pressed her face against his palm enjoying the strong solidness of his touch, needing it to calm her scattered nerves.

  He was still, cradling her face in his palm. “Do you need to open your eyes, get your bearings?” he asked near her ear.

  She relaxed a little more. She loved him, trusted him. She had wanted this, had asked for it.

  She shook her head and released a deep sigh relinquishing herself to his control fascinated by his ability to calm her with just a touch and a few words.

  "You're sure you're okay? We don't have to do this now, or at all if you're feeling uneasy."

  "I'm okay now. I felt shaky for a minute when you moved away. I just needed to know you were here. I'm okay now."

  "Just relax,” he said softly, drawing out the word. “I'm here and I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere."

  She replayed the drawn out pronunciation of the instruction to relax in her mind and willed herself to obey the simple command. She closed her mind to everything except the soothing sound of his voice, and his instructions.

  "Everything we're going to do is to make us both feel good,” he said.

  She nodded, her mind focused on the path of his hands, and on the sensations they created. His palm slid slowly down her neck and across her chest. He circled one breast, his palm caressing as it drifted lower, following the soft swell of her tummy before dipping lower to rest possessively at the juncture of her thighs.

  His palm was warm against her splayed pussy making her feel open and vulnerable, owned and mastered. She longed to have his fingers enter her. But when they didn't, she mentally followed as his hands drifted back up, over the soft swell of her tummy and over her rib cage toward the softness of her breasts. He slid his palms in circles over her breasts, his touch circling her nipples which had already grown sensitive in response to his touch.

  She arched toward him, suddenly consumed by the need to have her breasts in his hands, her nipples trapped between his thumb and forefinger as he squeezed and pulled inciting a shower of pleasure and pain.

  He didn't take her nipples, he didn't even touch them as he continued to massage her breasts, her tummy, her thighs and legs. His touches were pleasant. She enjoyed them, but they left her wanting.

  She whimpered softly as she arched her body toward his hands. She wanted his hard, warm hands to stroke the throbbing tips of her breasts, or to move lower to the hungry space between her legs.

  Need consumed her. “Please Sir,” she begged as his hand circled her breast, barely brushing the puckered nub that strained toward him. “Please,” she said again, the word seeming as if it was ripped from her.

  Her hopes rose as he brought his hand to rest possessively upon her open and weepy pussy. She arched against his palm, wanting more, desperately wanting to cum. His fingers tapped lightly upon her splayed lips. The light taps sent showers of sensation rocketing through her. She moaned and arched toward his hand, wanting more. She wanted him to go on patting her forever. The need to cum began to intensify within her, her feminine core clenching and relaxing as he continued the soft percussive tap.

  The need began to claw at her, becoming more insistent as his other hand teased her breasts his fingers stroking her nipples lightly, tenderly.

  Desire was a hollow ache deep within her. It gaped and yawned making her want more. Frustration began to shaft through her as he continued to stroke her nipples as he lightly tapped her cunt. She strained against the ropes that held her to the bed, arching her body, offering herself. If only he would give her release. She was desperate, knowing if he continued just a little longer she would be there.

  She arched and bucked on the bed, helpless to do more than moan in frustration as he slid his palm over her breasts yet again.

  "What do you want sweetheart? Tell me, so I can make it so,” Slade said. His voice dripped over her like warm honey, promising salvation from the torment of his hands that never quite touched where she wanted them to touch.

  She wanted his touch too much to remain silent. “Please Sir, I want to cum,” she begged uncertain exactly what she wanted him to do to make that happen.

  She gasped as his fingers grasped her nipple hard. He pinched and pulled. Pleasure and pain mingled, each one fighting for dominance as he continued to tap her cunt. Though she was beyond caring whether the sensation was pain or pleasure, in the end it was both that carried her to the edge.

  She moaned loudly, her body arching, held tight on the precipice of joyous orgasm. She was so close she could feel her body tightening, the pleasure a crescendo that drowned out every other thought.

  "I don't want you to cum yet. Soon, but not yet,” Slade whispered in her ear as his tapping slowed and his fingers released her nipple from his vice like hold. He continued to tease the sensitized tip by dragging his fingernail over it. The sensation was exquisite, like a thousand shards of glass shattering outward from her nipple, but with the slower, lighter tapping, it was not enough to carry her to orgasm.

  She felt tight, on edge, unable to relax, the tightness that had gripped her body remained. She whimpered at the loss of the pleasure that had been so close.

  Suddenly there was a light snapping sound and a sharp sensation of pleasure and pain that radiated outward from her left nipple. She sucked in a breath against the sharp sting trying to gather her thoughts, to figure out what was happening. Then there was another similar sting on her other nipple. It took her a moment to realize that Slade was slapping her nipples with some kind of an implement that stung as it struck.

  She moaned as he continued to tap her breasts lightly, the small stingy nip of the implement caused her to gasp with the initial sting and then moan as the mingled pleasure and pain worked through her.

  The knowledge that she was helpless to do anything but lay there accepting the strokes as he chose to apply them settled into her. Her mind grew fuzzy as she gave up trying to control where the spanks fell. Instead she focused on the sensation, longing for the sting and the radiating pain that turned to pleasure long before the next stroke fell.

  She felt as if she was floating on the sensations of each stroke, all the while she knew she was held firmly and safely in Slade's power.

  After a short time he laid something on her tummy, his hand making a slow measured descent toward the apex of her thighs. She wanted his hand there, between her legs, stroking her throbbing center so much she considered begging him to touch her there. Instead she bit her lip, waiting while his hand dipped ever lower. She trembled with need and pleasure when at last he stroked her open pussy. “Oh please, more,” she begged wanting to feel again the same deep shaft of pleasure that had shot through her when he'd tapped her.

  Slade stroked her again, just barely brushing her clit. She moaned deep in her throat, thrusting her hips off the bed, she wanted him to touch her again, harder this time.

  "Please Master,” she begged.

  His response to her plea was immediate. He stroked her again. Pleasure jolted her. She arched upward, feeling as if she would explode if only he would touch her like that one more time.

  She waited and waited for the touch that would send her to heaven, but it didn't come. “Please Master,” she panted, knotting her fingers in the ropes that bound her hands.

  "I don't want you to cum yet sweetheart,” he said softly.

  Frustration coiled in her. She wanted to cry, to beg him to let her have the release that she needed so badly.

  "You know I'm going to fuck your bottom.” Slade whispered in her ear. His voice was soft and sexy, his breath gentle against her neck. Tension sizzled in her. “Yes Sir,” she whispered softly. She wanted him to take her ass. She wan
ted him to dominate her, she wanted to give him everything he needed, everything he wanted.

  "I want you to cum good and hard for me when I fuck you. Are you ready?"

  The question ricocheted through her. There was a momentary thought of the pain that she was certain would come when he entered her. It was followed immediately by the promise that she could cum when he fucked her. The tension coiled deep inside her, the desperate need for release was like a wild beast that clamored to get out. Even the pain wasn't a deterrent now. She wanted him to take her, to possess her, to claim her. She wanted to yield to him, to have the pleasure and joy he had promised. More than anything else she wanted to cum.

  "Please, I'm ready, I need to cum,” she said softly.

  Slade pressed a kiss to her forehead, and whispered, “Good girl,” before he went to work on the ties that held her feet in place. Kara was quiet, her mind focused on what was to come. When he had her feet untied he helped her roll onto her tummy.

  "I need you to move onto your hands and knees,” he instructed once she was lying on her tummy. She obediently moved so that she was on her hands and knees, her weight supported equally by each. “Good girl. Breasts down on the bed,” he urged, a light touch on her shoulders compelling her downward until her breasts were pressed hard against the mattress. “Legs spread,” he said softly. His hand ran down the inside of her leg, gently spreading her thighs apart.

  Excitement and nervousness fought for dominance as she waited quietly for his next instruction. The bed gave and she sensed that he had moved onto the bed behind her.

  Fear surged, sharp and hard as the moment of truth loomed. Suddenly the threat of pain was immediate, while pleasure was a distant promise.

  "Relax honey,” he said softly. He kissed the center of her back just above the curve of her bottom. The warm whisper of his breath and the smooth pressure of his lips sent shafts of pleasure through her.

  He slid his hand slowly down her back and rubbed his palm slowly over each globe of her ass, before he slid his hand between the cheeks of her bottom. She wiggled at the unfamiliar sensation, but moaned when his hand dipped lower, his fingers slowly stroking her clit.

  "We're going to do this very, very slowly,” Slade said as he continued to stroke her. “Relax and trust me."

  He nuzzled her neck as his hand stroked between her wet pussy lips brushing lightly against her clit. The touch wasn't enough to give her release, but it was immensely pleasurable and it tightened the noose of desire that made her want to cum.

  "The first thing I'm going to do is open your bottom,” Slade said against the back of her neck. “I'm going to use my finger and a lot of lubricant, which you can easily accommodate."

  She moaned burying her face against the bed and squeezing her eyes more tightly closed. Embarrassment and an overwhelming sense of powerlessness flooded her. Her bottom was the one private space that hadn't been violated.

  A sense of vulnerability and helplessness shafted through her as she felt his hands part the cheeks of her bottom. She felt cool wetness and his finger at the opening of her bottom. He stroked her there, his finger deftly spreading lubricant. She bit down on her lip, expecting pain. “Relax sweetheart,” he soothed drawing out the command. “I'm going to be slow and easy. I'll take as much time as you need."

  She did her best to relax, although nervousness still unfurled in the pit of her stomach making her wonder if she wanted this after all.

  He was very slow. She felt the finger of one hand stroking her anus and the other stroking her pussy for what seemed like hours without him going any further. Gradually, she relaxed.

  Once she was at ease with the finger that stroked against her opening without ever breeching it he slowly pushed his finger against her opening. She gasped and then held her breath, everything focused on that one finger as it entered her. There was a feeling of pressure and stretching which created a sweet ache as her body yielded admitting his finger, allowing it to edge deeper. Once his finger was inside her he paused, giving her time to adjust to his presence.

  She felt a deep sense of welcoming and a soft stirring of pleasure as her body stretched to accommodate him, accepting his presence inside her tight chamber. The intrusion wasn't painful. In fact she had enjoyed the sensation of her muscles relaxing and expanding to accommodate him.

  She sighed, giving herself up to the pleasurable sensation of being opened, stretched, filled, as he began to move slowly inside her. A collage of emotion and sensation swept through her. There was a delicious ache, a longing, a feeling of completeness that combined with vulnerability and surrender. She relaxed further, her body automatically meeting him thrust for thrust. She welcomed the long slow shaft of pleasure that cascaded through her filling her with a deep need to cum.

  The sensation wasn't sharp or hard. It was more like an unfolding within her, a blossoming. The more she yielded to Slade, the more she welcomed the deep probing thrusts and the more intense the pleasure. She bit her lip, the tension coiled deep in her, spiraling upward as the need to cum grew.

  She moaned softly, as his other hand snaked beneath her to stroke the wet folds of her sex. The pleasure crescendoed lapping at her like waves that crashed on a silent shore. The sensation was unlike anything she had experienced before. There was a sense of docile surrender, a sense of abandoning herself to Slade's power, and a sense of welcoming his power over her which mingled with deep contentment. She moaned deeply, relishing the pleasure.

  She willfully gave up all control to Slade enjoying the wonderful sensation of his finger moving deep within her, stretching her, preparing her. She rocked back against his probing finger eager for more.

  "Feel good baby?” Slade asked, his voice soft against her neck.

  "It's so good,” she said on a soft sigh thinking that she had never imagined it would be like this, feel like this.

  The pleasure that filled her voice stroked his ego making him feel strong, powerful, more determined than ever to give her everything she needed and more. He gloried in the knowledge that he could give her this pleasure, make her feel this good.

  He slowly drew his finger from her bottom, putting a second finger with the first and adding more lubricant before pressing his fingers to her small puckered opening. He pressed slowly, smoothly, his focus on Kara and her response. He watched her facial expression and her body language, alert for signs that she was uncomfortable, that he was moving too quickly. He didn't want to hurt her with the addition of another finger, yet he knew he needed to open her a good deal more if she were to accommodate his penis.

  He felt the tension as he pressed against the small ring of tissue and heard her moan. He wasn't sure whether the moan was one of pleasure or pain. She was still for a moment and he relaxed too, giving her a moment to get accustomed to his presence. Then he could feel her body adjusting stretching, slowly opening as he eased his fingers deeper.

  Pride swelled within him as she sighed deeply and eased herself back against his fingers, slowly sinking against him until his fingers were buried to the hilt.

  He was still for a moment, allowing her to become comfortable with his presence then he slowly drew his fingers all the way out and slowly pressed them in again, loving the way her body accepted him, clamping tight around him as she welcomed him into her.

  He continued to thrust slowly in and out, in and out, gradually preparing her to take his cock. He listened to the soft sounds of her pleasure, feeling himself held captive by the sweet sounds of her surrender.

  She was so tight, so tense, he could feel her need for release almost as if it was his own. His cock throbbed in anticipation of the moment when it would replace his fingers. He bit his lip, eager to bury himself within her, yet knowing it wasn't yet time.

  He continued to use his fingers to open her. He knew that the time spent preparing her for his eventual possession would make the experience all the better for both of them and he wanted it to be a glorious event, a memory for her to treasure.

 
He clenched his jaw in concentration and determination as Kara rocked against his thrusting fingers her gasps and moans of pleasure inciting his need to claim her completely, totally.

  He knew from the pants and gasps and the tension coiled in her body that she was as ready to cum as he was. One more time he withdrew his fingers buoyed by her moan of disappointment when they slipped free of her tight channel. Once again he added an additional digit lubricating all three. He put his three fingers together and pressed them to her. He clenched his jaw, and pushed very slowly, willing her body to open up, to admit him once again. He knew he was stretching her, he could feel her body stretching to accommodate him and he didn't want to cause her pain.

  She was tight, her body protesting the additional girth. The tight ring of muscle failed to admit him as he pressed. She moaned softly, a sound that could have been either pain or pleasure. Her tension and her stillness coupled with the way she bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut made him think that at least some of the moan stemmed from discomfort.

  He paused his fingers exerting a soft steady pressure against the barrier. “Easy honey, I know it hurts, but it'll feel good again once I'm inside.” He slowly kissed her neck and then her shoulders. “We're almost there. Relax baby. Let me in."

  She moaned softly, her body still too tight to admit him. “I know you can do it. We're almost there."

  "It hurts,” she whispered softly.

  "I know, and I'm sorry, do you want me to stop?"

  She shook her head.

  He remained still, exerting a gentle pressure till he felt her muscles beginning to relax. She whimpered softly as her body slowly began to open. He pressed harder, his fingers slowly breeching her defenses. “That's it,” he sighed, as he pressed his fingers deeper. “Almost there.” He pressed again, willing her body to open.

  She whimpered as he felt her body give, her defenses gradually crumbling as his fingers pushed through.

  He gloried, knowing that he was home free as she uttered a soft “Ahhhh,” and raised her hips to meet him. He sank his fingers deep, intent on possessing her fully.