25. Obedience is power
I’ve never begged for anything, I’ve always fought for it. But when Andrea looks at me like he’s about to devour me, I find myself ready to lay down my weapons and let him call victory.
He’s already won my heart. I can be honest to myself about it even though I can’t say it to him out loud yet. Now, I want to give him my body.
We get out of the car and he surprises me. He’s no small man by any definition of the word, but I’m no small woman either. My body is less twenty-first century ideal and more sixteenth century and I love all of my curves and dips, the extra layer of fat on my belly and my legs. I’ve never let anyone make me feel inferior for what I look like.
Yet, Andrea dips and flops me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing, then carries me home without a grunt or a laboured breath. As if my pussy needed another reason to get wet.
That orgasm in the car was what teenage dreams are made of. Considering mine were more nightmarish, the happiness I feel at coming with all our clothes on, just by grinding on his jeans heals a part of myself I didn’t know needed it.
Andrea enters my bedroom and deposits me in the centre, then goes to sit in his club seat. His throne. The drapes are wide open, but the winter morning is cold and grey with barely any natural light coming in. It gives the room an auspicious air of change that wakes the butterflies in my belly.
“Strip.”
The word sounds like a whip in the silent room, and I shiver. I almost wished he had an actual whip, but I doubt my ass would like the lashing.
Wouldn’t it though?
After all, I loved the hard spanking I got weeks ago.
Slowly, like we have all the time in the world, I remove my tee-shirt. My nipples pebble as cool air touches skin.
Without removing his eyes from mine, Andrea turns the heating on via the pad located on the wall just behind him. Within minutes, the room is warm and cosy.
That, more than being half naked, and minutes from being fucked within an inch of my life, makes me blush. He’s always so careful with me.
Right now, I don’t want careful. I don’t want controlled.
I want raw.
Unleashed.
Dangerous and vile.
I open the buttons of my jeans and remove them along with my panties in one go before stepping forward to where Andrea sits motionless. If it weren’t for the glint of excitement in his brown eyes and the bulge in his jeans, I’d think he’s bored.
“Did I tell you to move?”
I laugh. “No but…”
I don’t have time to finish my sentence. Andrea stands. In one swift movement, he grabs my jaw firmly, pressing his fingers into my skin. The place where our bodies meet thrums with energy.
“You speak when you’re spoken to, sweetheart. Nod if you understand.”
I nod, eager to please. That’s fucking new and I love it.
“You’ll do as I say until I release you, understand?”
I nod again.
“Kneel.”
I obey and look at him, licking my lips, anticipation thrumming a dizzying beat under my skin. He places a flat pillow under my knees, giving me more comfort. I have no clue what’s happening, but the excitement reaches an all-time high when his voice drops low to give me more orders. My insides vibrate with anticipation, my stomach clenching on its own. I bite my lip to refrain from moving more than he would allow.
“Open your knees wide and stay like this.” I obey and move into the position he demands. “So beautiful and obedient.”
He caresses my cheek with tenderness, the praise enveloping me with soothing comfort. “You’re going to wait here until I come out of the shower. If you move, I’ll know. If you touch yourself, I’ll know. Be good.”
It takes all my strength not to move or indeed touch myself. I know I’m dripping on the cushion underneath me with how wet I am. The humiliation and the test of patience are making me itchy but also warm and fuzzy, like my brain and body can’t decide what to settle on.
I resist my temptations, but it gets harder when I hear the sound of flesh from the bathroom and Andrea’s low groan. I close my eyes and try to breathe through my nose, my erratic heart rate not obeying my demands. He’s going to pay for this. My nipples tighten to the point of pain until all I need is to be touched. At this point, if he blows air on them, I might come.
Andrea comes out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his lower half, his cock tenting it and my throat dries up. My gaze follows a drop of water from in between his pectorals to his abs all the way down, until it disappears on the thick cotton. My lips part, parched and throat drying.
“Such a good little wife,” he praises me, then slaps my cheek twice like I’m a good mare who just completed a trick. The degradation of the gesture conflicts with the sweet words and my brain short circuits. That’s the only way to explain why I get wetter, a shiver raking up my body until I have to close my eyes and clamp my lips shut to hold off a whimper.
Andrea hums like my reaction pleases him.
“Such a perfect slut for your husband. Choose a safeword, sweetheart.”
“Kalliste.”
“Good. Mine is ‘rosa gialla’,” he says with a smirk. Yellow rose.
While my breathing turns ragged and my body grows hotter, Andrea seems wholly unaffected, and walks around me, inspecting all angles of my body, stopping to face me. It’s like he doesn’t know where to look. I love every second of his attention. I’ve never been on display like this before, left naked to be admired. It leaves me aching for relief. At the same time, the place he carved for himself in my soul expands to take the full shape of him.
“Your body is a masterpiece, guerrieritta. My masterpiece.”
His hand follows his gaze, caressing my cheek, neck, breasts, everywhere until he crouches down and glides a finger in between my legs.
“So fucking wet for me,” he muses, almost to himself.
His cold exterior doesn’t reflect the burning fire I see in his gaze when we lock eyes. His hand continues to glide gently back and forth, creating heat but not giving me what I need. I try to shift, but he tsks under his breath.
My heart thumps faster at the perspective of being punished for not following his rules.
“If you insist on being a disobedient brat, you’ll be treated like one.”
I gulp.
I’ve never wanted a cock down my throat more than I do now. Anything he’ll give, I’ll take.
“Hands on your knees. Don’t move.”
I don’t. As much as I want to sass him and challenge him, now is not the time. I’m primed with need, lust coursing through my blood like the most delicious wine. I want to be rewarded for obeying, maybe a light punishment, but I need to come and I know his type.
I might have never been in a relationship with dominant people before, but I’ve had lovers who wanted nothing more than to give me pleasure. They fucking know how to hold it, too.
Andrea, though? He’s the type of man who’ll edge me for days if I don’t behave and right now, I want his cock inside me and I want to come so much I’m mindless with the need.
“Do you remember what I told you months ago?”
I hesitate.
“Speak.”
“No, I don’t remember.”
“I told you that you’ll beg for my cock before I ever give it to you. Are you ready to beg yet?”
Defiance sparks in my veins, but Andrea grabs my chin again while he towers over me, his cock centimetres from my face. “Don’t even try to sass me right now, guerrieritta. I’ve missed you so much I can’t breathe. Give us what we both want and beg.”
“Fuck you,” I say with a smirk of my own.
The satisfied look in his eyes and the half smile on the corner of his lips tell me he was hoping for me to be bad.
“You asked for this.”
With one hand on my chin still, Andrea grabs his belt, discarded on the chair, wrapping it around my neck in a tight fit. It doesn’t stop me from breathing but it’s the most degrading thing I’ve ever had to endure. And the hottest. My thighs are sticky with my arousal while my throat dries at the possessiveness of his actions.
“Since your mouth can’t seem to say the right things, I’ll keep it busy. Tap my leg twice if you want to tap out. Understood?”
Again, I nod like an eager puppy ready to receive a treat.
The towel falls to the floor, giving me a front row spot to admire his glorious body and hard cock. Thick and veiny, leaking precum at the tip just for me.
My eyes take in the thick thighs, tattooed with a falling angel on the right and a pack of wolves on the left. All I want to do is glide my hands from them all the way up to his chiselled chest and strong arms. Scars litter his chest, and I want to kiss every single one, learn his story as I learn his body until I can know it by heart.
My pussy clenches around nothing, my clit so swollen it hurts. It’s going to be a tight fit to get him inside of me, both in my mouth and my cunt, but I’m determined to get every single inch. Every part of my body thrums and longs for this man and I’m at his mercy, naked and kneeling while he towers over me, ready to take what he needs. I want him to use me. For the first time, I want him to take.
“Open. Stick out your tongue.”
I do as he says, his eyes bright with desire and restraint. His control is admirable. I’m almost panting like I’m in heat and he’s perfectly composed. Though I know it’s a mask. The slight tremble in the hand that holds the belt tells a different story.
He takes his heavy cock with the other hand and taps it on my tongue a few times, making my mouth water. I look up at him, but his eyes are fixed on where his cock now rests on my tongue, mesmerised.
“Good sluts get rewards, brats get punished,” he murmurs and thrusts his dick all the way inside my mouth. I gag and he withdraws. I just have the time to swallow before he assaults me again, his hand keeping his hold on my chin, the leash around my neck short and taut. Over and over, Andrea fucks my mouth with abandon, and I want more.
He holds his cock at the back of my throat, and I swallow around his girth. His groans fill the room, mingling with the slurping sounds of my mouth. I’m so wet and aching to touch myself, but I hold still, clenching my fists on my legs and willing my body to remain still.
“Such a good little wife, staying put. Fuck Giulia, you look so good with my dick in your mouth.”
I moan around his length, and close my eyes.
“Look up at me.”
He’s holding himself by a fucking thread.
I want it gone.
I want him to spill down my throat and call me his good slut until I’m dizzy.
“Fuck,” he rasps
The way he sounds. I want to record it and use it as spank bank material like one of those dirty voice apps my little cousins use.
His hand leaves my chin and I frown but keep sucking him, bobbing my head up and down. The salty taste of his precum fills my mouth and I know he’s close.
When his hand comes back into my line of vision, he’s holding his phone and my eyes widen.
“Shhh. I’ll kill anyone who sees this and bring you their body as penance. This is for me only.”
I think he’s only going to take a picture, but I hear the sound of the video starting. I whine with his cock still in my mouth, growing wanton and desperate, the vibrations making him shudder.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Keep going.”
My eyes stay fixed on him, watching me take him. I feel drunk on lust and sex. The moment he’ll remove his cock from my mouth, I’ll beg my husband to fuck me hard. I need to be filled and I need it as soon as possible.
The hand that holds the belt loosens until he tangles it in my hair, thrusting into my mouth in earnest as he keeps recording.
“You feel so fucking sinful, sweetheart. You were meant to take my cock. All the way.”
Andrea keeps talking through it, his hips pistoning without grace or cadence.
“You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop, like a good little slut,” he breathes hard. I don’t think he’s aware of the dirty words leaving his mouth, but that small peek into what Andrea losing control looks like has me nodding as best as I can, almost smiling around his girth. Tears fall down my cheeks to mix with drool on my chin, dripping down to my heavy breasts. It’s messy and I revel in it.
Andrea’s mouth opens in awe. His eyes can’t seem to know if he wants to watch me or his cock sliding in and out of my mouth or the screen of his phone. I bring my hands up to cup his butt cheeks, encouraging him to go for it, to paint me with his cum and make me swallow him.
“Oh, fuck!”
His thrusts get rougher as he loses all sense of rhythm and control. The first hot spurt of cum hits the back of my throat and I swallow on instinct. I don’t want to waste any drop. Not only because of a potential punishment, but because I want him to be proud of me. I swallow over and over as Andrea’s cum floods my mouth and his orgasm recedes, his phone abandoned on the floor.
He drops to his knees in front of me and kisses me like a man possessed, his tongue tasting his own release on mine, but he doesn’t care. He groans and owns me with every lash. My mind is dizzy; I feel used and cherished all at once.
Our brows dip together when we stop to catch our breath. The intimacy of the touch flays my skin from my body, leaving any mask I’d ever worn behind. We’re both shedding years of distrust, years of pain and hiding, and I’ve never wanted to be emotionally raw as I want right now, with him.
Andrea opens his eyes, and the hazel flecked with gold pierces my heart to settle and take root there, where I thought no one could ever reach. He smiles at me, wild and uninhibited. He takes my breath away, but I respond in kind, a smile forming on my lips before a laugh escapes my throat.
This was the most freeing experience of my life and I want more.
We stand and I feel the shift as much as I see his eyes turn dark once more.
Thank God, he’s not done.
I need to be fucked so bad that I’m ready to beg now. I open my mouth to tell him as much, but he stops me with a finger on my lips. “Don’t disobey me now, guerrieritta. No talking. Get on the bed and spread.”
I gulp. Getting bossed around makes me feel needy, my clit aching for relief and pulsating uncomfortably between my legs.
“Wider.”
I obey and settle my feet on the bed, spreading my thighs as wide as they can go.
Andrea doesn’t waste a second and falls to his knees again before licking me from entrance to clit, then sucking me into his lips. He does wicked things with that mouth.
“Oh God,” I call out.
The slap to my pussy is immediate and powerful, making me jump and squeal.
“Don’t you fucking dare call out to God when you’re the one being worshipped, guerrieritta.”
I moan at his words, my orgasm so close I can taste it. It only takes a few more circles of Andrea’s tongue on my clit and two fingers in my pussy to have me clench on his hand like the slut he’s calling me. My climax is a storm of electricity, charging my body up with energy so powerful I forget who I am. The only thing that remains is that the man I love is bringing me to this place only he can access.
He doesn’t stop there, continuing to massage my walls with those thick fingers while he tongues my clit. Orgasms flow into each other. I’m not even sure I ever stop coming. My clit is so sensitive and bruised it hurts to have him lick it and suck it, but the pain adds to the overwhelming sensations taking over my body.
When he stops. I feel floaty. I come back to my senses, my body not fully my own. It happened last time too. When he spanked me and I came just from the pain of it. It’s like my brain can’t compute information.
I feel Andrea’s lips on my body, kissing and licking, caressing until no inch of skin is left untouched, whispering how beautiful I am, how proud of me he is and how good I make him feel.
Andrea never stops touching me and giving me attention. At some point, I must fall asleep, because when my eyes open again, night has fallen.