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Stefan
I’m going to lose every ounce of control I have. The way she responds to me is beyond my wildest dreams. Her tight little pussy is gripping me again, pumping my dick so thoroughly, I’m sure I’m going to bust everywhere. I know I’m a bit larger than average size, but she’s so fucking tight, it’s like she’s never been with anyone before.
“Ah!” I cry out, very quickly losing the battle of control. She’s orgasmed three times already, but I want to feel her do it again before I come. I grip her face, her wild eyes glazed and unfocused.
“Come with me,” I growl.
Just like that, her walls spasm and tighten, pumping semen out of me. I almost don’t pull out of her in time. She’s such a good girl. My arms are around her before I’m even finished coming, and I roll over to my side and hold her close to me. The smell of her, so light and fruity, swarms me, sending blood right back to my dick. She buries her face into my neck, and I let my eyes drift closed for just a second.
There have been so many women. Too many women, but no one, no one has ever submitted so fully, and reacted so perfectly. I thought I was tired, but I need her again. I need her more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. It isn’t long before I’m hard again and pressing against her stomach. I have to give her a break. At least for this first time. I can’t unleash my entire sexuality on her in one night. I’ve been able to hold myself and my urges at bay this long. I can handle them for a little longer.
“Are you okay?” I ask, running my fingers through the long, dark strands of her silky hair.
“Mm,” she mumbles into my neck. I pull back and make her look at me. I need to see in her face, in her eyes that she’s okay.
“Lily,” I say firmly, happy to see her focusing a little more now. “Are you sure?”
Her smile is soft as she runs her nails over my beard. “More than okay. That was amazing.”
My grin splits my face as relief loosens the knot in my chest.
“Hold on.”
I let her go to find the key that I always hide between the headboard and the base rails of the bed. In seconds, I uncuff her and pull her back into my arms again. I pepper her neck and chin with kisses, squeezing her into my arms, wanting to be as close to her as possible.
She angles her face to give me more access to her neck, her nails digging into my back again. Fuck, she doesn’t even know what she does to me. I have to stop. Any longer, and I’m going to be inside of her again. We need to talk before we do anything else.
“Did I do anything to make you uncomfortable?” I ask.
“No,” she says, her words ending with a sigh of contentment. Even though I've pleasured many women, her satisfaction, her contentment, her pleasure fills me with glee.
“Can you tell me about all this stuff in here?” she asks, her words muffled as she speaks them against my chest. She pouts when I pull away. I bite my lip to keep from biting hers and mentally renew my resolve to behave until we have this conversation. I release her knowing how distracting she is. I need to be able to concentrate.
“Why are you so serious all of a sudden?” she asks with a frown, her eyes bouncing all over my face.
My nerves tighten and grip my stomach, forcing clamminess to stick to my skin. What if she thinks I’m crazy? What if she calls me a freak? What if she looks at me in that disgusted way that I’ve seen in so many different pairs of eyes? If she does, then she does. We’ll go our separate ways and that’ll be that. I can’t take that. I need her.
“Have you ever heard of a dominant/submissive relationship?” I ask, working hard to keep my voice even and tremble free.
“You mean like BDSM?” she asks.
I exhale slowly, quietly. “Yes.”
“I mean yea, I have. Is– is that what you meant when you said you have peculiar tastes?”
I wet my lips, mentally urging my heart to calm itself. I make a sweeping gesture around the room.
“This…” I pause watching her face as she looks at all of the cases and drawers filled with every sex toy I could find that I like. Her eyes linger on the harnesses and chains that are in the case closest to the bed. “This is what I like. I’m a Dom.”
I’m sure she can see my heartbeat through my chest. I halfway expect her to curse me out like she’s done before, call me a freak and a weirdo. I can’t take it. Not from her.
“What exactly is a Dom?” she asks. I’m encouraged when she scoots close to me again, resting her palms on my thighs. Okay, she hasn’t run screaming yet.
“It’s short for dominant. In a BDSM dynamic, and there are many, I partner with a submissive. If the sub consents, I want her complete surrender. I want her to yield to me entirely. In a way, that’s what it means to be a submissive.”
I bite my lip as I wait for her to say something, anything. My anxiety builds in the rushing of my blood. Never have I cared so much what any woman thought of my lifestyle, but I like her. I like her more than I should. I want her to want this as badly as I do, but I know she probably won’t. Her eyes wander around the room again, and she purses her perfect lips, turning thoughts that I’d kill to hear over in her mind.
“What would I get from being your submissive?” she says.
