Sara slid her knees apart, feeling the cool air of the room reach her pussy. A moan was on the verge of escaping her lips at the sensation. She placed her hands palm up on her upper thighs, waiting for Mr. Pearce to make his next move.
“That is one sexy submissive.” Mr. Pearce knelt down beside her. Lifting her body up off of her heels, he pulled forward until she slipped onto his lap.
“Chris, could you please lay a blanket down across the floor? This floor is cold and I want her body as warm as possible. There is more room down here than up on the bed.” Chris quickly fluffed out the comforter that had been strewn on the other side of the bed. Once he was certain the blanket was stretched out enough, he rocked back up to his feet and walked back over to the bed. He sank into the mattress again, propping his head up with his arm.
Mr. Pearce laid Sara out on the blanket, moving over so that he was on her other side.
“I want Chris to be able to see what I am going to do to you, young lady.”
Mr. Pearce lay down next to her, staying eye level with her breasts. Propping his head up with his right arm, he reached his long arms and fingers towards her feet. Sara clutched her hands together on her belly, bracing for his touch.
“Relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.” Mr. Pearce leaned over, kissing her hands.
Sara released the tension in her arms, setting her hands down by her sides. Mr. Pearce resumed his path towards her feet with his fingers. He gently touched her ankle with his fingertips, tracing a line up her shin, over her knee, past her thigh, making a curve around her belly button and going back down the other leg. Groaning, Sara arched her back, trying to direct him towards where she wanted his fingers to go. She couldn’t help but slide her feet up and down on the silky blanket, writhing beneath his touch. She needed stimulation, pressure, anything in between her thighs to take away the growing ache inside.
Mr. Pearce stood up, walked to the front door of the loft and grabbed a large duffel bag. Padding back over to Sara, he set the bag down. He pulled out a long black rod that had four sets of straps on it. There were two on the ends of the rod and two closer towards the middle.
“This is called a spreader bar, Sara. I am going to restrain your legs so that you can not move them.” Mr. Pearce knelt down on the floor next to her on the floor.
Sara’s body shook at the thought of being restrained. Helpless. Out of control. Not only that, but two men who were practically strangers would be able to do unspeakable things to her body. Chris no longer scared her, in fact, she was quite charmed with his soft heart, quick mind and dominant personality. Mr. Pearce completely intimidated her, yet she was letting him restrain her, giving up all control. The tremors continued as he fastened her ankles onto the bar.
Mr. Pearce’s voice was low as he spoke to Chris, “She is scared. I can feel her shaking. Let’s get her up on the bed and try this again with you holding her.” Using the same low voice, Mr. Pearce calmed Sara’s fears, “You’re safe, young lady, breathe for me.”
Sara felt the warmth flow back into her body at his words. Chris got off the bed, knelt down next to her. Placing his hands on her cheeks, he pulled her face towards him. “Is that what you want, baby? You don’t have to be scared of Dominic, but do you want me to participate, too?”
“Yes, I would prefer to be able to feel your hands on me, too, Sir.” Sara choked on her sobs, as the tears fell down her cheeks.
Chris wiped away the tears, leaning over to softly kiss her lips. “I am honored that you feel so safe with me, little one,” leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, “you are so perfect.” He lifted her off the floor, and settled her down in the middle of the bed. Stretching out along side, he shuffled as close to her as possible, infusing her with his body heat.
Mr. Pearce finished strapping her ankles into the restraints, looking down on her with a satisfied grin. There was no mistaking the sound that Sara heard when he started pulling things out of his duffel bag. Chains.
“This will work better anyway, Chris.” Mr. Pearce fastened the spreader bar to the footboard. “Now I can completely restrain her legs so that she can not move them at all.”
Sara felt her body tense up at the words. Sensing her discomfort, Chris pulled her face back over to look at him.
“It’s ok, baby. He doesn’t want you to move so that you can absorb all the sensations. It makes them more intense.”
“Yes, Sir,” was the only reply she had.
Chapter 11
Sara was in her own world of ecstasy. The anticipation of what was going to happen next made her giddy. What am I doing with two men? Sara thought as she lay spread eagle on the bed with her ankles chained down. About to get my world rocked, that’s what.
Dominic moved to the opposite side of the bed, tipping his head at Chris as he pointed towards Sara’s hands. Grasping both of her wrists in one hand, Chris pinned them above her head on the mattress. Sara tried to keep her breathing steady as fear began to take hold of her determination. Panic flooded her system as the feeling of helplessness came crashing in on her. Sara struggled against the restraints and Chris’ grip. Realizing the only part of her body she could move was her hips, she started to pull and flail frantically.
“Look at me, Sara.” Chris’ words were blunt, making her tense up even further.
Sara turned to look at him. Chris conveyed so many of his emotions in his eyes, but this time Sara could only see her reflection in his dark irises. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling at all. That scared her more than the restraints.
“Chris, Sir, I can’t do this.” Sara cried out as fear finally took over her body. Sara was shaking so badly, it was as though she were naked in a frozen tundra. She could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks, sobs clutching her chest.
“Do you want to safeword Sara?” The bed dipped when Mr. Pearce sat next to her, pulling her attention to him.
“I don’t know. I feel so exposed. Even vulnerable. I am afraid that you are going to hurt me.” Sara continued to shake.
Dominic sunk closer to her face, whispering softly, “True submission starts when you realize that your Master will keep you safe, even when you have no control. When you trust him to give you exactly what you need. When you decide that you are all in, up here.” He placed both his hands on her head, pulling himself down to place a kiss on her forehead. Leaning back to give her space, he waited as Sara had an internal monologue with herself.
I don’t want to do this half way. I want to feel more than physical pleasure. I want to truly submit. I can do this. Relaxing her body, Sara willed her breathing back under control. Sara could see the corner of Mr. Pearce’s mouth turn up in a grin, his face inching closer to hers. Hovering over the top of her lips, he waited for her. Sara whispered “I’m ready to just feel, Sir. I am yours.”
Slowly, Mr. Pearce pressed their lips together. He sensually moved his lips across hers, licking at the seam, pleading for access. Sara parted her lips, allowing him in. He quickly flit his tongue inside her mouth, sweeping it from side to side. He tilted his head, continuing to torment her mouth. This time when his tongue reached inside, Sara hollowed her cheeks, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. Mr. Pearce’s guttural growl that came out was a sound of pure pleasure, sending tingles down Sara’s arms. Pulling back, Mr. Pearce shook his head slightly, grinning with approval.
“Very nice, young lady. Now let’s continue.”
Mr. Pearce trailed a finger from her chin, down to her neck, over her collarbone, circling her left breast, and then slowly tracing the right one. He continued his progression down her body until reaching Chris’ hands on her stomach. The men shifted positions on the bed as Chris scooted closer to her head and Mr. Pearce moved down towards her legs.
The sensations began raining down on her body from all directions. Sara could feel Chris knead her breasts, pulling her nipples out from her body to the point of pain. Quickly releasing them, he would suckle on the areolas, tugging out again with his mouth. He kept up t
he torture as Mr. Pearce used his finger to trace a circle on her tummy and across her thighs. He kept up the progression, the circles getting smaller and smaller. Realizing that he was drawing an imaginary bull’s eye around her pussy, Sara tensed up in anticipation. Writhing on the bed, Sara was ready to scream if Mr. Pearce didn’t touch her sweet spot soon.
Mr. Pearce chuckled as he withdrew from her body. Sitting back on his heels, he waited for Sara to still her movements. Once her body settled back into the bed, he looked down at her with a smile. “Good girl.”
The words of praise made her beam from head to toe, her need to please him was greater than her fear of him. In that instant, Sara realized all the things Chris had told her earlier at the cafe were true. She was submissive. She loved to please others, had been doing it her whole life, but a true relationship had give and take. She had yet to experience the give part to that equation. Usually people just took from her, and she was always to meek to stop them. This was different. She was receiving as much as she was giving, and it was wonderful.
Sensations raked her body, pulling Sara from her thoughts. Mr. Pearce’s finger had resumed the pattern on her torso, finally hitting home. He trailed his finger through her wet folds, tracing circles around the hood of her clit. Sitting in between her outstretched legs, he bent towards her drenched pussy. He paused mere inches from her soft feminine curls, taking a deep lungful of her erotic aroma. “Aaahhh. I love that smell.” Mr Pearce buried his nose and mouth deep inside of her. The onslaught of his tongue on her sensitive tissues was excruciatingly erotic. Using his tongue, he licked upwards from the rosette of her ass, to the top of her pussy as though she were an ice cream cone, the kind with sweat cream running down the sides. The feelings were so overwhelming, she wanted to move to deflect them. It was futile, since her body was tightly held down by two sets of hands and her feet were restrained. The feeling of helplessness did not scare her this time, it made every sensation that much more powerful. Sara felt euphoria.
“She doesn’t even need any toys, Chris. I can make her come just like this.” Mr. Pearce twirled two fingers around her opening, thrusting them into her sheath with one quick stroke. He resumed his ministration with her clit, sucking the nubbin into his mouth, biting down. Her body was overwhelmed with fervor; Sara could feel the pressure building around his fingers as he kept thrusting. Her orgasm hit with such intensity that Sara felt like her soul was being pulled from her body, floating away from the bed as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. Suddenly, she lost focus on the room and all Sara could see was white flecks of light as her body continued to fly. Her arms and legs were weightless. This was more than euphoria – this was freedom.
Chapter 12
Sara’s mind starting pulling her back towards the earth. Holy hell, that was wonderful. Feeling lightweight and carefree, a giggle escaped her lips. Chris had let go of her wrists and was massaging her shoulders and arms. Feeling was slowly returning to her body as Mr. Pearce laid his head down on her tummy, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Good girl,” he mummered into her skin as her kissed her navel.
Chris moved down to her feet, releasing the straps that held her ankles, and began flexing her feet back and forth. Flinching from the pain, Sara looked down as Chris was caressing the skin on her ankles. Sara hadn’t realized that she was straining against the bar until she saw the marks on her ankles. There were deep red lines from where the straps were pressing into her skin. Chris gently kissed each one of the marks, moving on to rub the bottoms of her feet. The gesture from both of the men was so tender, sweet, and almost reverent.
Running her hands up and down Mr. Pearce’s back, Sara could feel the goose bumps that she was leaving in their wake.
“That feels good, baby,” he sighed as he rose from her body. He crept towards her face on hands and knees, sitting back on his haunches. Sara face flamed when she glimpsed the front of his trousers, an enormous bulge was straining against the fabric. Grinning at Sara’s reaction, he leaned down and kissed her lightly on her swollen lips.
“Thank you for your submission, young lady. I will leave you two to enjoy the rest of your evening.”
Sara was stunned. She didn’t think that he would be leaving already. He didn’t get his proverbial “turn” yet. Sara leaned up on her elbows. “Don’t you want to go for a ride, Sir?” she asked as sweetly as she could. Mr. Pearce guffawed, shooting her a warm smile, as bright as the sun. “No, I am still just your teacher. A different kind of teacher than you expected, but a teacher nonetheless. Good luck with your studies.”
With that, he grabbed his duffel bag, turned and padded bare foot back out of the loft, closing the door. Chris stretched out beside her on the bed, lightly tracing her ribs with his fingertips. He snuggled in close to her, their bodies melding together.
“Don’t fall asleep on me, little one,” Chris said into her ear. “I think that there are some extra credit assignments that we could complete now.”
Sara knew exactly what he meant, and was more than eager to please, “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, finish undressing me, baby.” Sara unhooked the buckle on his belt, pulling it free from his jeans. Fumbling with his fly, she grinned when the buttons popped apart. She quickly began to pull his zipper down, guiding Chris to lift his hips so that she could shimmy off his jeans and boxers. His erection sprung free, jutting nearly all the way up to his navel. Sara began gently caressing his cock with her hand, scooting her body down closer. Leaning down to trace the lines on the underside of his cock with her tongue. Chris moaned, tossing his head back into his pillow. Sara slipped her mouth over the head, inching closer towards the base. Sara let go of his shaft with her hand, moving to stroke and weigh his balls.
“Oh, god, that feels like heaven, little one.” Sara continued to give him the same pleasure that he had bestowed on her minutes ago. Tensing up, Chris grabbed her by the arms, pulling her off him, startling her. “No more, I need to come with you riding me, baby. Stand up.” Sara got off the bed, expecting Chris to get up with her. Instead, he leaned against the headboard with his legs sticking straight out in front of him. He reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom. He unrolled it over his length, patting his thighs. “Come on, Sara. Climb on.”
Sara scooted back on to the bed, straddling his thighs. Closing her eyes, Sara angled her pelvis to glide over his cock. Chris stopped her by placing his hands on her arms. “Open your eyes, Sara. Have you ever watched this part?” Sara shook her head, resting her forehead on his. Chris continued, “Well, I have, and it is so fucking hot. I want you to watch as I impale you.”
Sara looked down to where she was poised over Chris’ cock. He released his grip on her arms and she began to slide down his length. The feeling of fullness was nearly overwhelming, Sara had to wait for her body to adjust before she took him in further. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of his cock burying into her core. It wasn’t just erotic, it was pure poetry. The joining of their two bodies in the most intimate way. Sara was sure that her feelings for Chris just shot up to more than just lust.
Chris tilted his head to the side, looking deep into Sara’s eyes, reciprocating the emotional closeness she felt. “Are you ready, baby? This is where you give me everything. I possess every last inch of you. Can you do that for me, Sara?”
Sara knew the answer even before he even finished the question. “Yes, Sir.” With those two words, Chris slammed his hips into hers. Sara ground down her body down on him, finding a rhythm together. A bead of sweat started to trickle down Sara’s cheek as she continued to ride him. Chris’ cock pulsed, swelling inside her, signaling he was ready to climax. Reaching down in between their bodies, Chris put his finger firmly on top of Sara’s clit. Sara moaned from the added sensation. Chris shuddered as he dug his fingers into her hips, pumping up even harder. “Oh fuck, I’m coming, baby.” He arched his head back, roaring with pleasure. “Come for me, Sara,” Chris said to her as he came down from his own high. The words wer
e Sara’s undoing as she felt the tremors shaking her body again as her orgasm sent shock waves through her system.
Chris leaned back against the headboard and Sara leaned down on to his chest. Still joined together, all Sara could do was shudder as she gasped for air. Finally, exhaustion had taken over her battered body. Sara crawled next to Chris, stretching out like a kitty cat, settling her head into his soft pillows. Reaching over the side of the bed, Chris grabbed the bed covers, tossing them across their naked bodies. Sara nestled to his body as close as possible, curling up against his side. “Sleep now, little one.” His words were distant as she fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 13
Sara woke with a start, in an unfamiliar bedroom. She sat up in bed quickly to take stock of where she was. Reality began to set in as Sara’s memory returned in a rush. Chris, motorcycle, loft, spankings, Mr. Pearce, hot sex. She called out for Chris, but the loft remained quiet. Jumping out of bed, Sara walked towards the kitchen. On the counter lay her purse and car keys. How did my car keys get here? A beautiful origami craft lay next to her purse and keys. Sara carefully unfolded it, realizing that it was a note from Chris.
Little one,
Thank you for spending your evening with me. I meant what I said, that your submission was a true gift and I will always cherish it. I hope that you found your lesson truly educational. You’ll have to let me know if just one night of submission was enough for you, baby.
Yours,
Master Chris
Now, looking at the beautiful note as it rested on her counter, Sara smiled. That was the last time that she had any contact from Chris. In fact, he didn’t appear in her accounting classes anymore. It was almost as if the night had never happened, meant nothing to him. Mr. Pearce remained the same aloof professor, but on occasion, he would shoot her a quick wink when he thought that no one was looking. They never discussed the events of that evening, nor did Sara bring them up.
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