Under His Control, page 2
“Now you.” He placed his hands on her waist, squeezing her love handles. Yeah, she had issues about her body, didn’t all women? But with him it wasn’t so important. With him, nothing was as important as getting him inside her.
“Well, we seem to have a little problem here don’t we? I can’t remove your shirt without untying you. Now you don’t want that, do you baby?” His fingers dug into her sides. “Do you, Rebecca?”
His gaze was unblinking. He was giving her a way out. She knew if she just said the word he would untie her and let her go.
As if he read her mind, he shook his head. “No, I won’t let you go. I’ll untie you, but I’ll do my damnedest to convince you to stay.”
Quinton knew Rebecca wanted him to take the choice completely out of her hands. She wanted him to take complete control of her. To take complete responsibility for her pleasure.
He was not an extreme dominate, he didn’t get off on inflicting pain, but he sure as hell enjoyed mastering a woman. Making them learn all the delightful responses their bodies could give. Teaching them what he wanted and how he wanted it.
And God did he want this woman. In every position of the Kumara Sutra and a few he’d dreamed up this last month away from her. When she looked up the word orgasm in the dictionary, he wanted her to see his name. In big bold letters.
His cock hardened and he had to move away before he shot his load all over her belly. His control was slipping fast, not a good thing for a dom. Control of himself, his woman and the situation was of the essence for a pleasurable experience.
The first time he came tonight he wanted her screaming his name as he rammed that tight little pussy and branded her with his seed.
Retrieving the scissors he’d placed on his desk earlier, he stepped in front of her, letting the cool steel of the blades rest against her stomach. Her beautiful, soft rounded stomach. Rebecca had the perfect body. Large breasts, wide hips, and long legs. A woman a man could hold, a woman a man could fuck and not be afraid he’d break.
Pulling the t-shirt away from her body, he cut it off. She bit her lip as he worked. He knew if her hands were free she’d be biting her fingernails. That was a bad habit he was going to delight in breaking. If she wanted something in her mouth to chew on, he’d give her something to chew on alright. A nice, hard boner.
“This is one of my favorite shirts,” she protested.
“I’ll buy you another. I’ll buy you another damn dozen.” His breathing increased as he sliced through the cotton. He pulled her bra away from her body and snapped it in half. The cups caught on her nipples. He flipped the material away with the end of the scissors, making sure to touch her hardened nipples.
“Damn, you are beautiful,” he groaned as her breasts were revealed. He bent his head.
Rebecca moaned. Quinton not only took the rosy tip but the whole end of her breast into his warm, moist mouth. He pressed her nipple to the roof of his mouth, sucking so hard it felt like he was giving a blow job to her breast.
When he released her, the skin was reddened, almost purple in places, her nipples elongated almost to the point of disfigurement.
“Perfect,” he murmured before moving to the other. Again, he tortured her with his mouth and tongue.
She felt the first pulses of pleasure low in her stomach. Good God, could the man cause her come just by sucking on her breasts? She’d always been sensitive there; enjoying the sensation when she’d pinched or pulled them herself. But it was different when someone else touched you. There was the feeling of the unknown, the unexpected. That’s what drew her to this way of life. Yeah, you knew – if the man was any good – he’d touch your clit, thrust his fingers inside, suck on your tits, but you didn’t know when or how hard, how deep or how long he would touch you.
Quinton could smell her arousal but it wasn’t time for that yet. He pulled back admiring his handiwork.
“Perfect,” he murmured again. He had marked both her breasts. He was going to love continuing to do that in the years to come. He’d use the marks to remind her who controlled her, controlled her body, controlled her responses.
He swiftly cut her shirt sleeves and the t-shirt fell to the ground. He put the scissors back on his desk and stepped around her.
He yanked her shorts down, taking her cotton panties with them. This time when his body pressed against her backside there was no barrier between them.
He pumped against her, the head of his dick sliding between the top of her thighs. She couldn’t help her involuntary motion backward, meeting his thrusts. “That’s a good girl; show me you want this, baby. Show me how much you want the feel of my cock inside you.”
He thrust harder and slapped her left butt cheek. “Oh, wait, we never got that far did we, sweetheart. You ran way from me. You fucking ran away from me.”
Quinton roared the words making her flinch. His fury was evident in the tautness of his body. Rebecca had had no other choice; he had gotten too close, learned too much about her. She’d known if she fell down that rabbit hole then, giving into his dominance before she was ready, she might never have gotten out again with her spirit intact.
“What were you afraid of Becky? Were you afraid I wouldn’t like the little ‘kink’ in your personality?”
Placing his hands on her shoulder blades, he pushed her forward, the angle straining her arms, but not hurting her. She knew he would always be careful with her.
“Does it make me unattractive?”
He licked the side of her throat, taking the soft skin between his teeth and biting until he marked her again. By the end of the night she knew she’d have places on the most sensitive parts of her body. Or at last she hoped so.
“Because I want to dominate you, Becky,” his voice was dark and seductive. “And I know you want to be dominated.”
“Spread your legs.”
When she didn’t respond quickly enough, he slapped her butt again. Harder and heavier. She jerked in surprise and moved her feet.
“Good girl,” he praised when she widened her stance. Her body was still pressed forward and the new position made her hips arch up and backward.
Quinton placed his hands on the globes of her ass, squeezing firmly. His hand print still lingered on both cheeks, delighting him. He took his thumbs and spread her flesh. Her cunt lips glistened with moisture, giving him undeniable proof she was enjoying this as much as he was. He cupped her with the palm of his hand, the heat she was giving off making him groan as he imaged the lush feminine flesh encircling his dick, squeezing him tight.
Moving his middle finger along her slit, he rubbed back and forth, barely bumping her clit with each stroke.
“You are so damn wet and smell so damn good.”
Evening had fallen over the city, turning the glass windows into reflective surfaces. Rebecca watched as Quinton raised his hand to his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. She had never seen anything so erotic in her life.
Realizing she could see him in the window, he smiled. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
He crouched behind her, his face even with her pussy. She came at the first stroke of his tongue on her engorged flesh, so suddenly and so unexpectedly that she cried out. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered, his breath wafting across the wet surface of her pussy. “Let me taste your come.”
Licking her cunt, he savored the taste of her pleasure. Damn how he enjoyed doing this. Yeah, he enjoyed a blow job as much as the next man; he loved coming inside a woman’s mouth, but there was nothing like tasting the juices of the woman you had just made lose control.
Placing one last lingering kiss on her pretty pink lips, he rose to his feet, admiring the view. She was cuffed and chained, her body bowed before him, open and ready for his.
He took himself in his hand, stroking his hard length, savoring th
He pushed forward slowly, groaning as the lips of her pussy closed around the mushroom head of his dick. It disappeared inside her. He pulled out and pressed forward, watching the tip disappear inside of her again. He would never tire of this sight, never tire of possessing her.
Gripping her hips, he held her still as he pushed all the way inside. He was long enough and wide enough to cause her discomfort, but she didn’t protest, she took all of him.
“You are such a good girl,” he cooed as he moved slowly in and out. All he wanted to do was pound inside, but he knew he had to give her time to adjust. “Look how you take all my cock. All of it inside you.”
Damn, he was getting himself all hot and bothered. He thrust harder, deeper, feeling the edge of her womb, touching the edge of heaven.
He lost control. He planted his feet firmly and gripped her hips, his fingers making bruises in her flesh. In and out he thrust, moaning at her wetness. The desire he had created inside of her.
“Quinton, stop, please stop,” she panted.
Instantly he stilled, his cock buried to the hilt. “Are your arms hurting? Am I going too deep?” He knew this angle of penetration made her feel like he was deeper inside than he actually was.
“No, no,” she shook her head from side to side, her brown tresses swinging silkily about her face. He couldn’t wait to face fuck her in this position.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m about to come,” she cried.
He grinned and slapped her ass. “That’s the whole idea, darling. That’s the whole idea.” Grabbing her shoulder to hold her still, he continued to pound inside her. His other hand reached around and found her nub. He pinched and pulled it, wishing like hell he had two more hands so he could tug on her nipples. He’d have to design something that would allow him to do just that.
After a few more minutes, he was the one panting; only he wasn’t afraid to come. But he wanted her to come with him. He altered the thrust of his hips, touching entirely new places inside her. Oh yeah, he thought, that’s it. “Do you feel me, Rebecca? Do you feel me deep inside you?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
He wrapped his arm under her belly, forcing her to her tiptoes, taking the strain from her arms. He stopped rubbing her clit, smiling when she moaned at the loss. He knew she was close, he’d felt the beginning tremors against his cock, almost begging him to join her. Like he needed the coaxing. He just had to make sure she remembered this experience with pleasure because he intended to do this the rest of his life.
He changed his stance again, moving slightly to the side. Her anal opening seemed to breathe with each thrust. Knowing what would throw her over the edge, he thrust his thumb inside her, relishing her scream as she creamed his cock.
Standing on his tiptoes he thrust downward, emptying himself inside her in short pulsing bursts.
Quinton rested his head between Rebecca’s shoulder blades, careful to keep any pressure off her arms. He was reluctant to break their connection; reluctant to slide from her warm, wet body. He knew he had given her exactly what she wanted, what she needed. But was she ready to admit it – for both their sakes? His need to dominate and her need to be dominated made them the perfect couple. He’d gone slow with and almost lost her. What many people didn’t realize was being dominated did not mean being submissive and treated with humiliation and degradation. It meant trusting someone so completely that you gave up control of one of your most basic human needs – the need for sexual fulfillment, the need to come.
He wanted to be the one in control of Rebecca. The only one in control. No way was he allowing her walk away from him again, away from this and into the arms of someone else. Just thinking about her with another man set his teeth on edge.
He was still partially aroused, his orgasm having burnt off just a little of his desire but he needed to untie her. The position, while pleasurable during the throes of passion, soon turned to discomfort.
He withdrew slowly, savoring the feel of her pussy clenching his still rigid dick. It took all of his control not to thrust back inside and fuck her like there was no tomorrow.
But there would be a tomorrow. One he wanted to share with her.
Pulling the rest of the way out, he cradled her under her arms, pulling her completely upright. He quickly unsnapped the cuffs. No doubt her arms were slightly numb and she would begin to feel the pins and needles sensation almost immediately. She groaned as he lowered her arms.
Gently he messaged her shoulders, moving down to rub her arms. “I’ve got you baby.”
She looked up at him through slumberous eyes. “I know,” she smiled.
He picked her up and carried her to his bathroom. There he took care of both their needs disposing of the condom and soothing her with a warm wet cloth. Bending he picked her up again and carried her to the leather couch facing the windows. Night had fallen, wrapping them in a seductive cocoon. He sat down with her on his lap, propped his feet on the ottoman and relaxed against the soft cushions. She snuggled against him and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
“Thank you,” he said.
Her head popped up from his shoulder.
“Allowing me to love you.”
“Oh Quinton, do you?” She cupped his jaw with her hand.
“Of course I do.” He turned his head and kissed her palm.
In her entire life, Rebecca had never felt as loved, and oh so satisfied as she did right now in this moment. Somewhere deep inside her, she’d known this was how it would be with Quinton. She’d been afraid when she’d run away, but now she understood.
She understood she was meant to be under his control.
Richards, Lynn, Under His Control