21 - Surrendered #4
He then took a hold of my hair and dragged me to another room. His bedroom. I was on my hands and knees, with wine and cum staining my skin, still trying to catch my breath. I gulped down what remnants I could get from him and wondered what he was going to do to me next.
He honored me by throwing me onto his bed.
The sheets were soft, but that was the only comfort I was going to get.
He stripped himself off his clothes, except his underwear.
I gazed at his body. He was older, but he was so strong.
All the angles of his muscles were well defined, and I knew all his strength was going to be unleashed upon me. He was like a beast.
His hands pulled at my cycling shorts and dragged them down my body, throwing them away. I wasn’t sure I would ever see them again. I whimpered and squirmed as he parted my legs and felt my damp pussy.
“Soaked already? Just like a good slut should be,” he said, and then he yanked them down my legs, exposing me.
He murmured with delight as he looked at my pussy, and I knew I was there, helpless before him.
He rolled my panties up in his fist. I assumed he was going to throw them away like the rest of my clothes, but he had other plans for them.
He drove them into my mouth, gagging me on my wet panties.
I could smell and taste the arousal that had simmered in the depths of me.
It was so degrading, and fuck, it turned me on.
He then caught my arms and turned me around so that I was on my hands and knees. He pulled out a flogger and stroked me with the leather tongues.
“I’d usually blindfold you for this, but I think you should be able to enjoy seeing what I’m going to use on you,” he said.
Then, with a flick of the wrist, he spanked me with the flogger.
The tongues crashed against my skin and left biting marks and echoes of pain.
I burned and rolled around the bed, but it didn’t stop him.
He brought it crashing down again and again, over my breasts, stomach, thighs, and even my sensitive pussy.
Pain blurred with pleasure in this chaotic miasma within me.
Muffled screams were caught by my panties.
I had the mixture of his cum, my cum, and wine in my mouth.
Sweat stung my eyes, the world was a blur, and it was all because of him.
The flogger came down again and again. I felt the fury of him and wanted to take all his anger upon me.
My flesh screamed, and then there was a moment of silence before he was upon me.
He was growling and manic, clawing and biting me like a wild animal.
He kissed me, too, but mostly pinned me to the bed and treated me like an ounce of flesh that was there to be feasted upon.
I could feel him growing harder again, and I burned for him.
He slapped my wetness with his palm and fucked me with his fingers, bringing forth the most intense orgasms that I had ever known.
Then he got some rope and tied my hands together, binding them above my head.
I was still gagging on my panties, utterly helpless. I could not move. I could not fight back. He could do anything to me. It was exactly what I wanted.
He then came over me like a dark shadow.
I saw every inch of him and could feel him pressing against me before he plunged into me, sliding into my wetness.
His powerful hands ran all over my body.
He choked and slapped me as he fucked me.
He spat on me, bit my breasts, and squeezed all the soft curves of my body as his hard cock fucked me into oblivion.
He grabbed a hold of my head and twisted it to the side. He clamped a hand over my mouth and pushed me into the pillow, twisting my body like pretzel. The only thing I wore now was a choker. Other than that, I was his completely, naked and bare, exposed, just his toy to use, his slut.
The orgasms came through me thick and fast. The pleasure was intense, and I almost couldn’t bear it. As the world spun and the bed creaked, I was sent into this ethereal realm where nothing seemed to matter, nothing except the radiance that I was feeling.
He roared and howled, and his face was twisted into this hot, manic sight of lust as he fucked me, all his muscles were primed upon me, and I was taking everything he had, eventually feeling the hot climax that washed through me like the eruption of a volcano.
And then we lay there. We were sweaty and panting. I trembled, shuddered. I felt as though I was going to break. I was so fragile.
He carefully unbound my hands and pulled away my gag. He cradled me in his arms and told me that I was a good girl, a good slut, and that everything was going to be okay. I clung to him, never realizing just how overwhelming it could be.
He took me into the shower to wash, and he was gentle with me. We then went back to bed where he applied cream to my skin and talked me through everything that I was feeling.
I had earned him as a Dom. More importantly, he had earned me as a submissive. I was devoted to him then, and I knew I never wanted to leave his side or his bed.
I looked down at the marks that he had blessed me with and knew that this was just the beginning.