Surrender II

Mmmm…

“Is that okay?”

“A little tighter.”

“How about now?”

“Mm, yeah… that’s perfect.”

I flex my hands a few times, feeling the soft material of the cuffs rub against my wrists.

It’s crazy that I used to hear about this bondage stuff and wonder who on earth would be into that.

Being willingly restrained, giving up control, relying entirely on someone else to keep you safe, comfortable, satisfied… it just didn’t seem like it was for me.

That was before you, though.

“You want the ankles just like last time?”

“Yes, please.”

You grip my ankle and drag it gently to the corner of the bed. You touch me with care, but there’s a firmness to the way you wrap the leather just above my foot, a constant reminder that you’re in control.

We’ve been doing this for nearly three months now, this little arrangement. The same hotel, the same hotel room, every other Friday.

I wonder if they give you a discount on the room or something. I’m just one of your clients, but… I don’t actually know how many others you have.

These three hours we have together… they’re almost sacred to me. Every session leaves me feeling like a new person.

To be honest, I think I kind of am becoming a new person, thanks to you. When we first met, I was just so… drained. And lost. I knew I needed to rebuild my life, but I had no idea where to start.

And now… embracing my desires… living the life I really want to live… it all comes pretty naturally these days.

“Wiggle around a bit for me? Good.”

You sit on the edge of the bed and trace your fingertips along my bare inner thigh.

“Safe word?”

“Daisy.”

“Good. What do you want for tonight? When you leave here… how do you want to feel?”

Your hands trail down my neck, your fingertips grazing ever so softly down to my breasts. The goosebumps travel down my naked body as your touch inches lower.

You stop at my navel and draw little circle patterns on my skin.

“I want you to control my pleasure. You decide when I cum… and how much…”

“Go on…”

“And when I leave, I want to feel… full. Like I’m overflowing with energy.”

“Mm, I like that.”

You climb on top of me, straddling me with a leg on either side. I feel the soft bulge in your pants pressing against me and I push my hips up a little.

“Somebody needs a lesson in patience. I’ll leave that for another day.”

You pull your shirt over your head and… my hands instinctively flex in the cuffs. I want to touch you…

It must be obvious how desperate I am… because you lean forward and press your lips against mine.

You drag your lips down my neck, over my collarbone… down right between my breasts. You place your hand on my breasts and gently knead them… before planting a soft bite on each one.

Your lips graze over my stomach Your touch is so soft I wonder if I’m imagining it…

All the way down, you keep dragging your lips down my core… until you’re hovering just over my thighs. Fuck, your breath is warm… your face is so close to my pussy. And if I just… part my legs a little…

“You’re eager tonight.”

“Well… you’re really… making me wait for it, aren’t you?”

“Ah-ah, you forgot something.”

“You’re really making me wait, Sir.”

“Yeah. I am.”

You drag your tongue through me and… tease my pussy. You draw lazy circles around me before settling on my clit.

You curl your hands around my thighs and I flex against the restraints again.

I arch myself forward, trying to get more of you, but the restraints are doing their job well.

I’m completely at your mercy, and I can tell you want to draw this out.

I stare up at the ceiling and—

Oh, god, you just… slipped your finger inside me.

You spread me apart in just a few… short thrusts.

And… there’s another finger.

“Fuck…”

“You like that, don’t you? Like being fucked like this, at my mercy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I can feel myself opening up for you… Hot bursts of sensation firing off beneath my skin. God, it’s like… time is being drawn out… every moment feels longer than it actually is.

You pump two fingers into me… curl them up into my G-spot… and slowly pull them out.

And then… you do it again.

And again…

“I can do anything with you, can’t I, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm.”

“What if I made you cum all over my fingers and tongue? Would you like that?”

“Yeah… yes, do that…”

“I was going to edge you all evening but those noises you’re making… I don’t want those to stop. And It’s cute how much of a mess I’ve made you already.”

“Yeah. Yes, Sir. I’m such a mess… only for you.”

“Oh, baby. Say that again.”

“I’m a mess for you, Sir. I’m so desperate.”

“Yes, you are. So desperate. So desperate… and beautiful. Should I make you cum? Do you want to cum now?”

“Please—Sir, yeah, make me cum…”

You push your fingers back into me and hold them still at my g-spot… right behind my clit…

I grind my hips against you to take you in deeper… but you place a hand against my chest and keep me still.

“Yeah, that’s it. Take my fingers.”

“Yeah, grind against me. I want to feel you cum…”

I feel you brace yourself against the bed and your weight shifts off of my hips. You lie beside me to get more access between my legs.

“Keep going… right up to the edge for me…”

Your press against my clit and work it back and forth… before sliding back inside. You find that spot again and press it firmly…

My hips jerk in response, completely out of my control.

“That’s it… that’s it…”

I’m light-headed from the sudden surge of pleasure… all of that energy and desire getting expelled…

But you’re not stopping. You keep going… keep fingering me at the same pace… the same intensity… fuck.

“Oh, god. Yeah… don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop, sweetheart. You don’t worry about anything but cumming again.”

You adjust your position again, this time lying on your stomach between my thighs, which are covered in my wetness. You brush your fingers over my pulsing clit and push your tongue inside me again.

“Play with my clit, too, please… oh god—”

You look up at me as you suck my clit into your mouth… and the sight of you between my legs makes my whole body writhe into the sheets.

I feel fucking insatiable… like no matter how much you give me… I’ll still want more.

“I love how you ride my face… you like that? My tongue all over you?”

“So fucking good…”

I close my eyes, but I can see you in my mind still. My body feels heavy and my mind is… cloudy…

Every little movement of your tongue tips me closer to the edge again.

“Yeah, be a good girl for me. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you all over me.”

“Look at you… I can feel you clenching.”

All I know is hot, sharp pleasure… filling me up every time your tongue smooths over my clit…

My body is aching for more… but my skin is so sensitive, it feels like each little touch is a jolt of electricity.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You sound so amazing when you moan for me like that. God, I love your body.”

“Oh my god…”

“That was very good. Do you want to taste yourself, sweetheart?”

You sit up between my legs and crawl back up my body. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s on fire. I feel so drained, but somehow not done yet.

“Mmm.”

“You taste good, don’t you, love?”

“Yes.”

“You did so good. But we’re not done yet. You know that, right?”

“Yes, Sir, I want to feel good.”

“Tonight is about filling you up. It’s about making you feel good. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Tell me. And that’s how we’ll do it.”

My mind feels hazy and my vision seems a little out of focus. You place your hand against my cheek and brush the hair out of my face.

Your thumb traces around my lip, and I suck it into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it and gaze up at you.

“Mmm…”

“Do you want me to decide what we do with the rest of our evening, love?”

I give you a nod, and you slip your thumb out of my mouth. The weight shifts on the bed as you get to your feet.

“Don’t worry. I’m here.”

You undo your belt buckle and slide your pants down your legs. You slip out of your boxers and rummage around in the nightstand for a condom.

My eyes drift open and closed as you climb back onto the bed, straddling me again. This time, your hard cock is twitching and pulsing between us.

“Please fuck me. Use me.”

“You want to be used?”

“Yes. I want to be yours.”

Your lips stay on mine as you guide your cock to my entrance. I love how soft and hard you can be, all at once.

You ease your cock inside me a little at a time, going deeper with every gentle thrust.

You ease your cock inside me a little at a time, going deeper with every gentle thrust.

“Now… I’m going to fill you up…”

“Fuck, yes… you feel so good…”

The sensation of your shaft spreading me apart is… It’s almost overwhelming. You settle your thumb on my clit and press down as your hips ride into me.

Your thrusts get deeper and harder, but not faster. You roll your hips, pumping into me again and again, never changing pace.

“Yeah, just like that. Not harder, just—”

“I know, baby. Not harder, we’re just going to stay right here.”

Your free hand reaches up to mine, and you intertwine our fingers. I squeeze your hand and you drop your head down and rest your forehead on mine.

“You take it. Take all of me.”

Your mouth hovers over mine…

You massage my clit a little harder, pressing into it… drawing pleasure out of me…

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Yes, like that. It’s so sensitive, shit. I’m going to—”

“Yeah, baby. You cum for me again. I’m close too, cum with me, I want you to cum with me.”

My orgasm washes through me… every part of me shivers as it travels from between my legs up my spine…

Your hand tightens around mine as your hips buck into me. Wild. Uncontrollable.

“Yeah, use me. Oh, that’s right, use me—”

Your forehead touches mine again, and you linger inside me. Just… filling me up.

You climb off the bed and slip your boxers back on.

“Here, let me get those.”

I feel… divine exhaustion… I curl into the bed as you release me, running my fingers along the idents left around my wrists.

I want you next to me, close to me, protecting me. I feel vulnerable. But we’ve been doing this long enough that I know what to expect next.

As if on autopilot, I sit up just in time for you to hand me a glass of water.

“Water first. Then we cuddle.”

“Yes, Sir.”