21 - Surrendered #3
We spoke for hours. We talked about his experience and my experience and what I was looking for, as well as what he expected from me.
We went through his rules and my limits, and I was excited to find that we were so compatible.
I was happy to try things that I had never heard of before, because I felt safe with him.
I knew he was no phony. He was a Dom through and through, in every part of him.
To others, he might have just seemed like a confident man, but for me, I knew this confidence was borne from him knowing that he could make a woman submit to him and be his slave.
At one moment, he leaned across the table.
My head spun as the air was scented with his musky aftershave.
His breath was hot against my skin, his words a spell conjuring magic in my mind as he told me, right there in the bar, out in the open, how much he wanted to fuck me and have me where my eyes were rolling into the back of my head and where I was begging for him to stop.
I told him I would never beg for that. It must have been the right answer because he rose abruptly and told me that we were going back to his.
I followed dutifully, walking behind my master, willing to go wherever he led me because I knew that he was going to take me to paradise.
***
Paradise ended up being his home. It was a lovely place, set on a ridge near a cliff. There weren’t many rooms in his house.
He guided me in by placing a hand on the small of my back. He got me a drink then told me to sit down. I went to the couch, but he cleared his throat.
“I never said you could sit on the couch,” he said then gestured to the floor.
A ripple passed through me. This is it, I thought, this is what having a Dom is really like.
I sank to my knees and got into my rightful place, just as he’d said. I held my glass in my hands and placed them in my lap. Then I looked up at him with devotion, waiting to see what he was going to do next.
He stalked around me like a hunter. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had a slut so willing as you, so desperate.
Usually, people take sluts, but you’ve been neglected.
No longer. I’m going to make up for lost time.
I’m going to take you to your limits and make you see what you’ve been missing out on.
You’re never going to be the same after this, do you understand?
Because you’re my slut, you’re my plaything, you’re owned by me,” he said, his words getting stronger and more intense the more he spoke. He towered over me.
I looked up at him. “I understand. I’m yours, Master. You can do with me whatever you want. All I want is to obey,” I said.
A hand shot out and curled around my throat. The speed with which he moved surprised me. His grip was tight. Pain began to flood my body. My breath choked in my throat, and delirium washed through me.
“But that’s not all you want, is it? You want to be humiliated, tortured, degraded. You want to be hurt,” he said, and with his other hand, he slapped me.
Nobody had ever hit me before. The pain stung as it bloomed across my cheek, and it was the sweetest thing I had ever felt.
I gasped with delight. My head rocked, but it didn’t snap back because he still had his hand clamped on my throat, holding me in place.
I felt myself going limp under his touch, melting under the heat of this scorching passion.
He sneered a smile at me then grabbed a fistful of my hair.
I could breathe again, but he held it so tightly it felt as though my scalp was being torn away.
He ran his other hand over my face and down my body, groping my tits hard, digging his fingers into my skin because I was his and he could do whatever the fuck he liked with me.
He took the glass of wine out of my hand and held it up. “Are you thirsty?”
I nodded, and he tilted the glass toward me. I watched the wine rain down. It splashed against my face, stung my eyes, and hit my tongue. It trickled down my neck and chest, and it soaked my clothes. I blinked it away.
“Oh no, what a shame. You’ve become quite a mess.
We’d better get those clothes off you,” he said.
He promptly pulled the pretty outfit that I had spent so long preparing for him over my head.
I heard the stitches rip as he tore it with such force.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my breasts poured out, my nipples already hard.
They shone with the redness of the mark he had given me.
He held them again, digging his fingers into me.
The pain blazed through me, and I welcomed it.
Drops of wine lingered on my skin, burning under the heat of my arousal.
He then undid his belt and dropped his pants.
I watched as he unleashed his huge Dom cock.
It was long and thick, bigger than anything I’d had before.
It almost scared me a little because I knew it was going to destroy me and tear me apart, but oh fuck, it was what I wanted.
I whimpered a little as he grabbed a fistful of my hair again and pulled my head back, squeezing tightly to make sure that my mouth was wide open.
“Keep your hands down,” he said as he smeared his cock over my face and plunged it into my mouth.
I felt the warmth wash over my like a fire.
I was caught in a cauldron of heat. My lips wrapped around him, and I was ready to suck.
His warmth swam over my tongue, but instead of sucking, he fucked me.
He held my head tight and slammed against my mouth, making me choke on every inch of him, showing me no mercy at all.
All I could do was sit there and take it like a good slut.
Saliva dribbled out of the corners of my mouth as I was helpless against this.
He made a mess of me. My skin was flushed, and my eyes did roll into the back of my head as he pounded me again and again until both his hands were clamped around my skull and he was fucking me so hard I thought I was going to die.
And then he came. He exploded inside me, this warmth bubbling along the roof of my mouth, filling me up. There was so much of it.
He pulled himself back, and my mouth opened out of instinct, eager to gulp in sweet air, but as this happened, his cum spilled out and dribbled along my lips and chin.
“Before you swallow, wait,” he said. “Open your mouth.” I did as he asked. He dipped his thumb into my mouth and scooped some of the cum off my tongue before rubbing it on my cheek, marking me with his lust. I was officially his.
He groaned and grunted as he pulled his underwear up. I was glad that I could make him feel so good.