Story 28 #3
“I can see that you are a strong woman,” Lucas said, his voice close to her ear, “I’m sure that we can work this out. I’m sure that I can make you see things my way.”
There was something in the tone of his voice - the steeliness seemed to have faded into the background. Now he sounded almost as though he was trying to persuade her of something. But, what?
She turned to him, and he was right there. She hadn’t realized quite how tall he was. He seemed to tower over her, as though he was about to dominate her. She couldn’t remember the last time that anyone had ever dominated her, the last time that anyone had made her feel submissive. She felt as though she was holding onto something, holding onto whatever power it was that she had, but it was slipping through her fingers all the time - and a part of her was willing to let it go, even as another part of her was terrified to do just that.
“What-” she began to ask a question. But, then he put out his hand, and placed his index finger across her lips, silencing her. Her heart was racing. Something was happening here - something that was both terrifying and wonderful at the same time.
He had that same smile on his lips, but she didn’t smile back. She looked up at him, wide-eyed and wondering.
Then, he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.
She felt his lips brush over hers, and then he pulled back, looking into her eyes.
“What do you say?” he said, “Shall we get to know one another a bit better?”
“I don’t-” she began, but her protests rang hollow in her ears and she let them die on her lips.
That seemed to be enough for him.
He reached up with both of his hands and took hold of her face between them. He leaned in closer to kiss her, and she felt her lips parted, her eyes closing slightly, her pulse quickening, as she knew that she was about to surrender to this man.
His lips pushed against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and her tongue went to it eagerly as she surrendered to him, as she gave herself to him.
His hands were still on her face, but now they began to move.
One of his hands slid backward into her hair, his fingers pushing through it before he rested his hand on the back of her head.
His other hand slid down to her throat. He caressed it slightly, squeezed it gently to make her feel as though he could squeeze harder if he wanted, be rough with her if he wanted - but that the time wasn’t quite right for that just yet.
His hand slid further down then, down to her shoulder.
She felt his fingers pause on her bra strap, feeling it through her blouse. The tip of his index finger moved back and forth over it for a moment before his hand moved further down to her shoulder.
Her hands went to his body. She could feel how solid he was through his shirt. His muscles felt incredible as she ran her hands over them. She was filled with wonder and desire.
She slid one of her hands around behind him. It ran up his back and now she took hold of the back of his head just as he had done to her.
Her other hand followed that hand round behind him and moved up his back, then back down again, and now she grabbed hold of his ass.
His hand on her shoulder moved down to her waist. He took hold of her and she felt as though he was taking possession of her - and she was ready to give herself to him, to give herself wholly to him.
His other hand ran down her back now. She felt his fingers linger on her bra again - this time feeling the strap at the back. For a moment, she half expected him to undo it with a simple flick, but it seemed as though he wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
Instead, his hand slid further down, sliding down to the small of her back. He rested his hand there, his fingers moving idly over her, feeling her through her blouse.
Then, she felt his fingers dig in slightly, and he pulled her to him.
She went willingly, happily, giving herself to him completely.
He pushed himself against her, and she could feel the tempo changing. He was kissing her roughly now, hungrily, and she knew that this was it - this was the moment when she gave herself to him when she allowed herself to be possessed by him, dominated by him, devoured by him.
She kissed back, matching his energy, but he was so big, so powerful, that it was obvious that he was dominant here. Her matching his energy only meant that she was letting him know that she gave herself to him willingly.
As he pushed himself against her, she felt the hardness in his pants against her soft body, and she wanted it, wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything before.
His kisses moved to her throat, and she found herself panting with desire.
She ran one hand down the front of his body till she reached his belt buckle, and it was all that she could do to control herself, to stop herself from undoing his pants, pushing them down, grabbing hold of his cock, showing him her full, unequivocal, devotion to him by giving him whatever pleasure he wanted.
She felt his breath, hot on her throat.
She was still panting, one hand on the back of his head, and she wanted more of this, more of him.
He pushed her back now, back to the desk.
He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. He pushed her onto the desk, and then he raised his face to look into hers. He had that same smirk on it, and now she couldn't help but smile back. She reached out to stroke his face.
Then, he moved in closer. She spread her legs and then he was between them, pushing up against her. His hands were on her ass, pulling her to him, and then they moved around to her waist as he kissed her.
She felt his hands move up her body, feeling her curves, and then she felt them move over the outside of her breasts, feeling them through her bra.
Then, his hands slid around to the front of her body, and she felt them on the buttons of her blouse.
He raised his face to look into hers again.
“Go on, go on,” she said, as she felt his fingers on her buttons. She was imploring him, practically begging him. This was what she wanted, this was what they both wanted. She was giving herself to him, to do whatever he wanted with her. Her hands went to the buttons on his shirt now as well, eager to feel his body properly, to see it without the shirt on.
Then, he had the buttons undone. He was pushing at her blouse, and she pulled it off her shoulders, dumping it on the desk behind her.
He looked down at her breasts, still held within her bra.
She had his shirt undone now, and her hands were moving over his body as well.
He took hold of her waist and leaned in to kiss her again. His hands moved over the softness of her body, skin to skin, and she felt possessed by him, as though he had fully laid his claim to her now, and she had surrendered to him.
She felt his hands move up to her breasts. He grabbed hold of them through her bra, massaging them.
Then, one hand slid down her boy slightly and then moved up, his fingers pushing beneath her bra, grabbing hold of one of her breasts properly now, his fingers digging into her softness.
His other hand started to move around behind her, and then she felt it on the bra strap across her back.
He flicked at it with one, easy, motion and she felt her bra come loose.
He raised his face, pulling his hands away from her, and looked down at her with that same smile.
He was waiting for her to do something. It only took her a moment to work out exactly what that was - he wanted her to offer herself to him, to show him her subservience to him. She had no problem doing that - in fact, it was exactly what she wanted.
She pulled her bra off and sat there, fully exposed to him. She looked into his face. She wanted, needed, his approval. And she was pleased to see it there. She saw wonder in his eyes. She pushed her breasts together slightly with her upper arms.
She took the moment to admire his body as well, as he pushed his shirt off.
Then, he moved in closer again. She squeezed him between his thighs, and then his hands were on her breasts as he kissed her.
He massaged them softly beneath his hands, squeezing them and playing with them. She felt his fingers go to her nipples. He raised his face again so that he could look into her eyes and gauge her reaction.
He tweaked her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She let out a slight whimper. Her nipples were sensitive, throbbing. He was smirking at her, knowing that he was dominating her.
He tweaked her nipples again, twisting them slightly, and it felt wonderful - and then there was a slight pain. Whenever the pain seemed to threaten to take over, he seemed to know just when to ease off, leaving her nipples throbbing and leaving her wanting more.
Her nipples were stiff now, and when he bent down to them they were ready for the tender touch of his mouth.
He licked at them each in turn, flicking at them with his tongue.
Then, he sucked on them. She moaned now, again and again, giving herself to him, letting the pleasure take her away.
His hands went to her thighs, sliding up beneath her skirt. She felt him grab hold of her ass, pulling her to him, and felt his cock pushing at her through his pants, rubbing at her through her panties.
She knew what he wanted, and she was more than ready to give it to him now.
She undid his pants, pushing them down. She pulled his cock out, feeling a sudden rush of excitement when she realized just how big he was. She was seriously impressed - and seriously excited. This was a cock that she wanted to be dominated by. It was huge, fat, and heavy. It throbbed in her hand as she squeezed it. She imagined having that thing inside of her, how wonderful it would be. Not long now, she told herself.
She had never wanted anything quite as much as she wanted this. She had never begged for anything in her life - she had always been strong, and dominant. But now she was ready to beg for this if it was what it took to make it happen.
She felt his hands still beneath her skirt. One of them remained on her ass, but the other one slid around to the front of her body.