27 - Prescribing Submission #4
She felt the heat of his cock slip between her lips, running against her flat tongue.
Her lips tightened until she gagged on it.
Richard brought her head forward so that his cock touched the back of her throat.
Her moans were stifled, saliva drizzled out of the corners of her mouth, and the world became a blur as he brought her head back and forth, harder and faster with every passing moment, as though he was losing control.
But he wasn’t.
He had all the control, and Grace loved it.
She let herself be used by him, taking him deep and hard until her lips felt bruised and her jaw ached.
She gasped when he threw her aside, the tension becoming too much for him.
He looked down at her flushed and naked body, almost with a sense of disdain, as though she was the world that had eroded his masculinity.
He snarled as he slapped her tits and groped them, and then moved his hand down to dig into her thighs.
She moaned and writhed underneath him, and then she gasped as he took her hand and thrust it down between her thighs.
She was so pent up, so locked with tension that she was fit to burst. As soon as Richard had shown any sign that he was her husband of old, she had become wet, and now she was soaked.
Warm liquid trickled down her thighs, and as her fingers met her most sensitive area, she felt herself mired in a syrupy mess, all hot and sticky and sweet.
Richard’s hand was upon hers, controlling her movements.
He dug her fingers in deep, forcing herself to slip between the narrow opening, into the part of her body that was so precious and intimate.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and something knotted inside her.
Suddenly, the pleasure was rippling all over her body, and she was filled with crackling energy.
Her breaths were erratic. While one of his hands was on her hand, the other was pinning her to the bed, making it so that she could not move.
There was no escape, there was only hot, blistering pleasure.
Richard moved her hand in an expert manner, and it felt so good to have him touching her like this again.
It seemed as though the more he remembered, the more he discovered he liked it.
His hands were all over her, and when she looked down through her cracked open eyes, she could see the raw marks left on her body, the brands that showed she was his and his alone.
He choked her, he spanked her, he groped her, and he loved her.
Then he took her hand away and pinned both her wrists above her head.
He plunged his thick fingers inside her and started to play, teasing her with a curling motion back and forth, touching her where only he had ever touched her before, for her fingers had not been long enough to reach that far back.
She felt like a puppet, a doll, and the orgasms had blurred together in a constant stream of pleasure that blazed through her body.
She felt as though she was soaring as he touched her, feeling as though the two of them were coming together again.
Then he took his hand away, and she felt the emptiness of despair.
Opening her eyes, she was ready to beg for more before she saw the shadow of his body move across hers, shrouding her in his vast masculinity. He was everywhere. He was her entire world.
He took her head and pushed it to the side, shoving his fingers into her mouth so that she could taste her own sweetness, holding her in place as though she was nothing but a doll to fuck.
His strong body came crashing over hers and then she felt him inside her, sliding in effortlessly as though she had always been made for him.
Her world was one of sex and sweat and intense heat. Her skin sizzled as he pounded her, finally releasing everything that had been building up.
It was glorious to feel her husband being so mighty and strong again, just like he had always been.
His hot breath burst on her neck, and his grunts were savage in nature.
He clawed at her body as he fucked her, his hips slamming into her without mercy, relentlessly.
She squirmed underneath him and surrendered to the glory of him, to every inch of his manhood.
Sweat dripped from his body onto hers, and the room was filled with their fervent moans.
She felt herself melting underneath him, losing herself in him.
It was all she had wanted for so long. Tears welled in her eyes from the exquisite pain, but all she could feel was the sheer, burning ecstasy of the moment.
Then he came, and fireworks exploded in her mind. It was such a joy to feel complete again, to feel as though there was nothing else she needed.
She had her husband back, but he was more than her husband now. He was her Dom.
She wrapped her legs around him to keep him close to her, to really feel him deep inside her, and she hoped that he would never want to be anywhere else, and that he would never forget this feeling.