But then Leo’s free hand finds mine, threading our fingers together and squeezing. That single grounding touch pulls me back from the edge of panic. I’m not drowning—I’m flying. The sensation shifts from overwhelming to transcendent, and I realize I can do this. I want this.
I squeeze his hand back, a silent confirmation, and his approving groan tells me he understands.
“That’s it, lass,” he rumbles, his voice thick with pride. “Stay with me. You can take it.”
And I can. Holy hell, I can.
“Christ, you’re so wet,” Leo groans as he pulls out and then sinks back into me, balls-deep.
I can only whimper in response, too lost in pleasure to form words. The buzzing against my swollen clit combined with his thick cock filling me up is pure bliss. Each thrust sends shockwaves through my body. The wood of the table presses against my spine, and it’s all I can do to keep myself in the moment without spiraling out of control.
He sets a relentless pace, the table shaking with the force. “Such an obedient little fucktoy.”
My inner muscles flutter around him, desperately clenching as I hover on the razor’s edge of release. But I can’t come. Not until he says. It’s not just my body surrendering. It’s every part of me I’ve kept locked away, offered up to him.
“Please, Sir.” My voice cracks with desperation. “I need to come. Please let me come on your cock.”
“Shh, not yet, my pet.” He leans down to capture one of my bouncing nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.
I buck beneath him. “Please, please, please.”
I don’t know how long I can hold off. Every thrust sizzles my brain.
“Aww, is my poor fucktoy desperate?” He somehow manages to fuck me even deeper. “Does she need to come so badly she’s willing to beg for it?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m begging!” Tears leak from the corners of my eyes from frustration. “I’ve been begging!”
“Do you want me to fill you up until you’re dripping with cum?”
“Yes! Oh god, yes!”
“Then beg for it like you mean it.”
“Please!” The scream tears from somewhere deep. “Please let me come. I need it! I need you! Please, Sir, I’m begging you! Let me come!”
“That’s my good lass.” His groan vibrates through me. “You beg so prettily. Come for me. Now.”
On cue, my whole body seizes, back arching clean off the table as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes over me. I convulse violently, my pussy clamping down on Leo’s cock as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me. It wrecks me.
“Time to fill this pussy.” Leo hammers into me through my contractions. His cock pulses inside me, flooding me with his cum, and the sensation only intensifies my climax. I come again, blinded by the sheer force of it.
I have no idea how long I’m spasming beneath him, lost to the all-consuming bliss radiating through every cell.
When I finally start to come back to myself, Leo hovers over me with a satisfied smirk as he watches me tremble through the aftershocks. My chest heaves.
“Thank you, Sir,” I manage to whisper, my body still shivering. His cock is still buried deep, and I can sense the wetness of our combined release dripping out. This table is going to need serious cleaning.
He leans down and kisses me tenderly. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs against my lips. “Your surrender...it’s beautiful to watch.”
I smile weakly, basking in his praise. “I never knew I could be like this.”
Leo pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine. “How are you feeling?”
I take a moment to check in with myself. It’s hard to voice my emotions. “I...free.”
He traces a finger down my cheek. “That’s the power of submission. It’s not about pleasure alone, but about trusting another person completely.”
“I do trust you.” My voice is filled with conviction. “Completely.”
