25. Untainted Love #2
The praise lights me up inside. Micah’s dominance has helped me reclaim aspects of sexuality that Lucas twisted into weapons. Subjugation now offers liberation through willing surrender to someone who cherishes me.
“First,” he says with quiet authority, “I want you to go take off your clothes. Fold them neatly and place them on the chair. Then kneel beside the bed and wait for me. Can you do that for me, lovely?”
I nod, already feeling at peace. “Yes, sir.”
Approval is in his smile as he runs a finger along my jawline. “Such a good girl. Go on then. Show me how well you follow instructions.”
I remove my clothes with deliberate care, folding each item precisely as instructed. The simple task grounds me in the moment, focusing my attention on physical sensation and present experience. Cool air raises goosebumps on my bare skin, heightening awareness of my body.
There was a time when this level of raw nakedness would have been embarrassing for me. But with Micah it feels natural.
Kneeling beside the bed on a soft pillow, I settle into the position we’ve established through practice—back straight, hands resting on my thighs palms up, head bowed.
Micah’s easy footsteps approach, then I feel the heat of his large hand settling on my head.
“Perfect.” His voice is soft, reverent as his fingers stroke my curls. “You look so beautiful like this, offering your submission freely. Such trust is a precious gift.”
I instinctively lean into his touch, a soft purr escaping my lips. His appreciation expressed through words and touch makes me want to surrender everything that I am to him.
“Look at me, lovely.”
I lift my eyes to meet his intense gaze. The love there, mixed with desire and protective instinct, makes heat soar and my soul sing.
I remain kneeling as Micah slowly circles me, his heavy boots scraping against the wooden floor. Each deliberate step sends tingles of anticipation racing along my spine.
When he comes to stand before me, my breath catches at the sight of his powerful thighs in worn denim.
My fingers twitch with the urge to reach for his belt buckle, to feel the leather beneath my fingertips.
The metal would be cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.
I lift my hands toward his waist. Then I freeze, remembering our dynamic, our rules. He hasn’t given me permission to touch him. The realization sends a flush of embarrassment across my cheeks, but also a deeper thrill from having to submit.
“May I?” I ask softly, looking up at him through my lashes. My hands hover inches from his belt, trembling with need and restraint. “Please?”
The words come out breathy and wanting. My heart pounds as I wait for his response, acutely aware of my nakedness, my vulnerability, and the profound trust I place in this man who has shown me what real love feels like.
His dark eyes bore into mine, filled with approval at my restraint and request for permission. The corner of his mouth lifts—that subtle expression that never fails to make my core clench with need.
“You may.” Micah’s deep voice sends shivers through my body.
With trembling fingers, I reach for his belt buckle. The metal is cool against my skin as I work it open, savoring each tiny clink and the way the leather slides through the loops. His breath hitches when my knuckles brush against his stomach.
I unbutton his jeans and carefully lower the zipper, hyperaware of the growing bulge beneath.
The denim parts easily, revealing dark boxer briefs straining to contain him.
My mouth goes dry at the sight, and I hook my fingers in his waistband, glancing up for continued permission before slowly pulling both layers down.
His cock springs free, long and thick and already fully hard. A small whimper escapes me as I take in the sight—the prominent veins, the glistening head, the sheer impressive size of him. My tongue darts out to wet my lips unconsciously.
I look up at him, hands back to resting obediently on my thighs as I wait for his next command.
“Do you want to suck my cock, lovely?” His voice has dropped even lower, rough with desire.
“Yes, sir. Please.” The words come out breathy and desperate.
“Such beautiful manners.” He cups my chin with one large hand, using the other to guide his cock to my lips. “Open for me.”
I open my mouth wide, welcoming him inside. The familiar weight of his cock settles on my tongue as I wrap my lips around him. His taste fills my senses—clean skin with a hint of salt. I swirl my tongue around the head, savoring how the silky-smooth skin contrasts with the rigid hardness beneath.
A deep groan rumbles from his chest when I apply gentle suction. The sound sends a thrill through me. His hips rock forward, pushing his impressive length deeper into my mouth. I relax my throat, wanting to take all of him.
His large hands thread into my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp as he gathers the strands in his grip. The slight tension sends tingles across my skin. He holds my head still, taking control in that way that makes me melt inside.
“Good girl,” he praises, “letting me fuck this perfect mouth like I own it.”
He starts a slow rhythm, hips rolling as he fucks my mouth with measured strokes. Each thrust slides his cock a bit deeper, letting me adjust to his size.
I moan around him, loving how he fills my mouth, how his hands in my hair keep me exactly where he wants me. I am completely at his mercy, and it only sparks more excitement in me.
My fingers dig into my thighs as I fight the urge to touch him without permission. Being good for him, following his lead, feeds something deep inside me that I never knew I needed before him.
His cock slides smoothly between my lips as he continues the unhurried pace. I focus on breathing through my nose, relaxing my throat, using my tongue to caress him with each thrust. His quiet groans and murmured praise tell me I’m pleasing him exactly how he wants.
The throbbing between my legs grows more intense with each slide of Micah’s cock between my lips. I squeeze my thighs together, desperately seeking friction, but it only heightens my need. A whimper escapes around his thickness as I rock subtly against nothing.
“What’s the matter, lovely?” Micah’s voice has an edge that makes me shiver. “Are you wet for me? Does sucking my cock turn you on?”
I nod eagerly, never letting him slip from my mouth. To emphasize my point, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck harder. The action draws a deep groan from his chest, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Fuck.” He growls, hips jerking forward. The curse sounds especially filthy in his usually controlled voice. “You’re so perfect, taking me so deep.”
I suck him harder, and his cock twitches against my tongue. My jaw aches from his size, but I welcome the stretch.
“You want to make me cum, don’t you?”
I nod again, more enthusiastically this time, looking up to meet his dark gaze. The sight of him above me—powerful, commanding, yet so clearly affected by my actions—sends another rush of wetness between my thighs.
Micah shakes his head, his dark eyes glittering with promise. “Not this time. You’re doing so well, but tonight, the only place I’m coming is inside that sweet pussy of yours.”
He withdraws his cock from my mouth, the pop loud in the quiet cabin. A small whine of protest escapes me before I can stop it, and I fight the urge to pout at the loss. I feel bereft, empty, desperate to have him filling me again in any way he chooses.
The corner of his mouth lifts in that knowing half-smile that makes my insides liquify. His thumb traces along my bottom lip, still wet from taking him.
“No pouting,” he warns, his voice carrying an edge of dominance that never fails to make me weak, “or I’ll have to spank you.”
My breath catches sharply at his words, heat flooding through me at the thought of being draped across his strong thighs, his large hand coming down on my bare ass again and again. The image alone has me clenching, my core aching with need.
His eyes darken as he reads my body’s response. That knowing half-smile grows wider.
“Oh?” His voice drops lower, rougher. “Does my good girl like that idea? Being turned over my knee, spanked until that pretty ass is pink and warm?”
I can only whimper in response, my cheeks flushing with equal parts embarrassment and arousal at how easily he reads my desires.
My body thrums with anticipation as Micah steps back, his movements deliberate and controlled. The chair creaks as he settles into it, legs spread in a pose of casual dominance. His dark eyes never leave mine as he pats his thigh in invitation.
“Come here,” he says, voice thick with promise. “Let me show you how exquisite pain and pleasure can be when they dance together.”
I rise on shaky legs, hyper-aware of my nakedness as I cross the short distance between us. The cabin’s air feels cool against my heated skin. Standing before him, I’m struck by the contrast—him fully clothed except for his open jeans, me completely bare and vulnerable.
“Do you trust me?” His large hands cup my hips, thumbs stroking small circles that send shivers through me.
“Yes, sir.” I do trust him, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone.
“Then lay across my lap.”
My heart pounds as I carefully position myself, draping my body over his strong thighs. The denim is rough against my sensitive skin, the hard length of him pressing against my hip. His hand settles on my lower back, warm and steadying.
“You’re such an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he says, and the praise makes me melt further into position. “So beautiful like this, offering yourself to me so sweetly.”
His hand glides over my backside, rough calluses catching on my skin as he squeezes possessively. The sensation sends delicious shivers up my spine, making me arch into his touch. My breath comes in quick pants, knowing what’s coming but still unprepared when his palm lifts and cracks down sharply.
I cry out at the sting, the sound echoing off the cabin walls. Before the bite fully settles, his thick fingers slide between my thighs, finding me embarrassingly wet. He plunges two fingers deep inside me without warning, making me gasp and buck against his lap.
“So responsive.” He finger fucks me at a maddeningly slow rhythm. “Your body knows exactly what it needs, doesn’t it?”
Another sharp slap lands, sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through me. His fingers never stop their steady thrusting, building a mounting pressure low in my belly. My mind spins, unable to focus on anything but the dual points where his hands connect with my body.
The pattern continues—stinging slaps alternating with deep, curling thrusts of his fingers. Each impact drives me further onto his hand, making me take him deeper. I’m writhing on his lap now, desperate sounds falling from my lips as tension coils tighter and tighter.
“Please,” I whimper, so close to the edge I can taste it. “Please, I need—”
“Not yet.” His voice is dark with command. “You don’t cum until I’m buried inside you. Understand?”
I nod frantically, biting my lip hard as I fight against my body’s demands. His fingers curl wickedly inside me, brushing that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“Use your words, lovely. Tell me you understand.”
“Yes Sir,” I gasp. “I understand. Not until you’re inside me.”
Another sharp crack lands across my tender flesh, the impact sending shockwaves through me. I cry out, pressing back against his hand, silently begging for more. His fingers are still buried deep inside me.
“On your hands and knees. Now.” His voice is rough, commanding.
I scramble to comply, my body trembling with need as I position myself on the cabin’s floor. The boards are cool beneath my palms, a stark contrast to my heated skin. My ass burns deliciously, making me hyperaware of how exposed I am in this position.
Without warning, Micah grabs my hips and slams into me with one powerful thrust. We both cry out at the sudden joining—me from the delicious stretch of taking all of him at once, him from the tight heat of my body welcoming him home.
“Fucking perfect,” he growls, setting a punishing pace. “So wet and tight for me. Look how well you’re handling this, I’m so proud.”
His hand comes down hard on my ass again as he pounds into me, making me scream his name. Each thrust drives me closer to that precipice, my arms shaking as they struggle to support me against his relentless assault.
“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking around the word. “Please, sir, I need to cum. Please let me cum.”
He responds by fucking me harder, one hand gripping my hip while the other continues delivering stinging slaps to my already sensitive flesh. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the cabin, punctuated by our shared moans and gasps.
“Not yet,” he commands, though I can hear the strain in his voice. “I’m not done owning this pussy yet.”
“Yes, sir,” I moan, my voice breaking around the words as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak. Every powerful thrust of his cock sends more shockwaves through my body, my arms shaking as they struggle to keep me upright.
Micah’s large hands grip my hips tighter, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. The thought of wearing his fingerprints on my skin makes me clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his chest.
“Such a good girl,” he says, voice full of tension, “following my commands so beautifully. Letting me own you like this.”
My whole body trembles at his words, tears gathering in my eyes from the intensity of sensation. I’ve never felt so full, so completely possessed, so utterly safe even as he claims me with almost brutal force.
“We’re almost there.” His thrusts become more forceful. “You’re going to cum with me. Together.”
His cock thickens inside me, stretching me further as his own release builds. The knowledge that he’s close too only heightens my desperation. My inner walls tighten around him, trying to pull him deeper.
“Fuck, lovely,” he cries through gritted teeth, “cum on my cock.”
With one final, powerful thrust and slap to my ass, he slams deep inside me. The force of it combined with his command sends me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me in waves of white-hot pleasure as I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with his release.
Together, just as he promised, we fall into ecstasy.