She waits while I walk toward her, not even moving when I kneel to get the most spectacular view of the wet spot already staining her panties. The doubts I had about my choice to have her come here for me melt away. She wants this. She wants it so badly that kneeling here for me for fifteen minutes has her wet enough to soak her panties.
“Tell me, princess,” I say, walking toward the door and turning off the lights.
She gasps in surprise, because the room was designed to be completely and totally black without the lights on. She wouldn’t even see her hands in front of her face right now.
“Tell me what you were imagining I would do to you that has you so wet,” I say.
“I knew you were going to be upset with me, and that you would punish me,” she says.
My cock stirs at her admission. “And that’s all?” I ask. “You knew I would punish you, and that brought you pleasure?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I know I deserve it.” She pauses, and I hear her throat click as she swallows, hesitating. “It makes me feel good to know that I can make you happy. Like this,” she says, and I can’t see it, but I can practically picture her hanging her head, as if what she’s doing is something to be ashamed of. “It feels good to know you’re going to take control, because when I have control, all I can do is mess things up. Sir,” she adds.
“Listen to me very carefully,” I say. “I don’t take control of your life. I take a part of you that you bring to this room, and I demand submission for that moment in time. When you’re here with me and you call me Sir, I demand everything. After a while, you will begin to leave our experiences together feeling more trust in yourself than you ever felt before. It won’t be me that is guiding your life and making your decisions. It will be you.
“You’ll learn that you are the master of your own mind because you did what so few can truly do. You surrendered. You didn’t give up or quit. You surrendered. You had the power and the control in your hands and you willingly gave it to me, even if it was only a few hours, you felt what it was like to be without power. Once you’ve felt that, you’ll never look at your own power the same again, you’ll understand how much control you truly have and how much you can do with it. That’s the gift our time together will give to you, princess.”
“There’s something I need to tell you, sir,” she says quietly.
“Not now,” I growl. “You’re mine, princess. You came into my house. You walked into my private rooms. You’re wearing the clothes, jewelry, and underwear just like I ordered you to. You’re even kneeling down for me like I asked. You’ve never belonged to anyone like you belong to me right now, and you never will belong to anyone else. So long as these lights are off, I own you, body and soul, so whatever it is you think I need to know can wait, because I have been waiting too long to hear you begging for my cock.”
There’s a small sound, almost as if she starts to speak but thinks better of it. “Good,” I say when it’s clear she has given up trying to speak. I see nothing at all, only pure darkness so thick it feels as though it’s actually inside my head, and it’s fucking thrilling.
“You’ll notice your other senses begin to compensate when one is taken away. Sounds become more clear. More crisp,” I say, tugging the knot loose on my tie and letting it slip to the floor. I add my shirt to the growing pile, followed shortly by the rest of my clothes until I’m completely naked.
I take practiced steps to the far wall, six strides and I’m within reach of the large feather on my right. I can’t see it, but I know it’s an incredibly soft, black feather on the end of a leather handle. I pluck it from the wall, then retrace my steps to stand exactly where I was before.
I breathe in deeply, already feeling as though my nose is more responsive than usual, because I can even smell the scent of her soft skin beneath her perfume. “You’ll notice even the slightest touch,” I say, extending my arm out until I feel the warmth of her skin beneath the back of her dress. I splay my hand, letting it slide up her bare back, where I slip the shoulder straps off. “Feels magnified.” I gently work her free of the dress, not rushing because I’m savoring the anticipation. Every second I draw this out will only make the reward that much greater for both of us.
“You’ll feel as though time slows down, because your body is used to writing memories down with your eyes. We see our memories. Right now, your brain is being forced to create a new kind of experience, and that change makes it feel slower to you, more drawn out. Every second drags in the most exquisite way.” I pull her dress down to her hips, dragging just the tip of a feather along her spine as I do in a way I know will make her feel chills across her entire body.
“Your skin will respond to every single touch by sending blood rushing to the spot, activating nerves and synapses in your brain until even the slightest point of contact will be crystal clear to you.” I yank the dress down to her knees, working each leg free until I’ve tossed it aside and have her in nothing but her panties and heels.
I can’t see a damn thing, but the memory of her bending over for me is so clear I can still picture how breathtaking she looks right now. I do the next best thing, and use my free hand to explore her nearly naked body. I pay special attention to her soaked panties. The way her juices slick the cotton material makes my dick feel like it’s so hard it could fucking explode.
But I can only wait so long before I strip her panties too, tossing them into the darkness along with her shoes.
I grip her ass with my hand, letting my thumb graze her slick folds. She feels so unbelievably good that it’s all I can do not to slide my fingers inside her now and lick up her sweet juices. Not yet. “Time is a tool as effective as pain if used correctly,” I say, drawing the edge of the feather from the top of her ass down to her clit. I want to prime her body for my touch until she’ll nearly be ready to cum the first time I put my fingers inside her.
“The longer you have to wait for what you want, the more responsive your body will be. The more desperate you’ll be for my cock stuffing that tight pussy.”
She lets out the sexiest breath that’s halfway between a moan and a sigh. I grin into the darkness, still torturing her with the faintest touch of the feather.
“Now it’s time for your real punishment,” I say. Without giving her time to brace herself or mentally prepare, I slap her firmly on the ass.
She gasps, probably jolting forward from the shock of the sudden impact. I slap her again on the other cheek, not stopping until I’ve spanked her three times on each cheek and I know her ass will be stinging. Normally, I only want the pain to last a few seconds, but this time, I wanted my princess to feel the sting so she knows how much she disappointed me when she left these last two weeks. I want her to know there’s a price for misbehaving. Though I can only stomach the thought of so much, and I need to be sure she’s doing okay with the pain, because she’s not saying a word.
“Do you need lotion to soothe it?” I ask.
“No, sir,” she says quickly.
I smile with pleasure. She’s so willing to accept her punishment and it’s turning her on--I can hear it in the strained sound of her voice.
“Good. Now I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything, sir.”
“Surprise me,” I say with a wicked grin.
It’s a few seconds before I hear the sound of her movement in the dark, and a few more seconds before I feel her hands fumbling for me. She touches my knees first, then her hands gradually work their way up my thighs, where she grips the base of my cock with one hand and immediately plunges her hot, wet mouth down on my cock.
My head rolls back. So fucking ready to suck my cock. I absolutely love it. She works my entire length, not just sucking the head but running her tongue and lips down to the base of my cock and even surprising me when she starts giving special attention to my balls.
“Goddamn,” I growl.
I can hear every sound, from the soft,
barely audible moans vibrating through my cock to the occasional sucking sound when she pulls her lips away from me. I know she must look so sexy with her lips wrapped around my length that I’m tempted to turn on the lights, but I have enough self-control to suppress the impulse.
It’s not long before I’m struggling to keep from filling her mouth with my cum--not that I’m opposed to the idea, of course. I just don’t want it to stop yet. I’m not even close to being through with her.
I clench my fists, trying to distract my mind from the sensation of her mouth on me until I can force my impending orgasm back down. I’d stop her, but from the sound of it, she’s enjoying herself as much as I am.
I last another minute before I finally grip a handful of her hair at the back of her head and pull her off at the last second. I close my eyes, trying not to imagine how her lips and my cock are probably glistening wet right now, or how I bet her pussy is probably so wet she’s dripping for me. I barely manage, but I hold back the orgasm and then breathe out a sigh of relief.
“I think I might forgive you,” I say.
She makes a small, but satisfied sound, knowing better than to speak now. She’s in my good graces, and she likely knows that means she’s finally going to get what she wants.
36
Miley
My lips are sore from stretching to fit his cock in my mouth and my jaw is cramping, but I barely feel it. When he turned the lights off, it was permission to be someone else for a few hours.To pretend I’m not pregnant and that he isn’t likely to toss me aside when he finds out, or that I’m not doing something disgraceful by letting him use me like this one last time, even though I fear he wouldn’t if he knew the truth.
I’m on my knees still with no idea where he is, exactly, but he’s still gripping my hair so that my head is tilted back. I’m completely as his mercy. By now, I couldn’t even find the door in this absolute darkness if I tried, and there’s no way I’d be able to free myself from the iron grip he has on my hair.
Instead of frightening me, the lack of control is making my skin buzz with a constant hum of excitement. Combined with the way he made me feel when he dragged that feather across my skin, it really does feel like my sense of touch has transcended what should be possible. I feel everything, down to the the way each tiny hair on my arm reacts to the soft breeze from the air conditioner.
Most of all, my pussy throbs with a kind of need I’ve never felt, not even the times I was with Jayce before. Having him in my mouth only made it worse, until I would willingly do anything just to have him inside me, filling me in that perfect way he does, until it seems like I couldn’t possibly take any more of him and he couldn’t possibly have any more to give, but he does. He’ll shift his hips and my legs and another inch will drive into me. I want it so badly.
“Please, sir,” I say quietly. To speak louder than a whisper in this darkness feels unnecessary, as if the lack of sight is a constant reminder of how loud every sound actually is if you only listen.
“Please what?” he asks.
He wants me to beg. I pointlessly close my eyes, as if to hide from my own guilt. I don’t feel guilt for my desperation, but I for my weakness, that I’ve come this far without telling him the single most important thing I came here to tell him. After all, what am I even doing if I don’t think there’s a future for us? Using him.
I shake my head as I wrestle with my own thoughts. No. I’m not just using him. I’m trying to explore the possibility that this could work, that maybe if he had more time with me he’d see I could be a woman he’d want to raise a family with. Or maybe I’m hoping when he learns I’m pregnant, he’ll embrace the idea and want to raise the baby with me. He might even want more.
As much as I try, it all sounds thin, and my attempts to assuage my guilt are fruitless. Despite the almost mind-numbing want I feel to have him down to my core, I stand up awkwardly. I try to walk toward the wall where I hope I can find a light. I have to tell him or get away. I have to do something, but I can’t just keep going like nothing is wrong.
“What are you doing?” he asks sharply.
“I need to go,” I say.
Somehow he finds me immediately in the dark, gripping my arm tightly. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Let me go,” I say, tugging away.
I expect him to let me go free, but instead I feel the weight of his body push into me. We both fall backwards, and for a split second, I’m terrified of the impact I’ll feel with the ground. Instead, we crash into the soft comforter of the large bed I was kneeling in front of when I came into the room. My legs are bent over the edge of the bed and Jayce’s body is pressed to mine, keeping me in place. “I’m not going to let you go again, princess.”
The safe words are on the tip of my tongue. Yellow. Red. One word and I’m almost certain he would let me go. Yet, I can’t bring myself to say them. Instead, I just uselessly struggle against him, pushing at his strong body with no effect.
“You don’t want me to let you go,” he whispers into my ear, sucking my neck between his lips and running his tongue to my earlobe, where he bites hard enough to send a small tinge of pain through me. “I don’t know why you think you need to run. I’ll care later, but right now, all I know is there’s only one way I’m not going to make you cum all over my cock--and that’s if you say the safe word.”
There it is. He couldn’t make it any more clear, but I still can’t bring myself to say the words. Deep down I know it’s because he’s right. I feel guilty. I feel wrong. But I want this too badly to summon that last bit of willpower to tell him to stop.
In my frustration--more with myself than him--I lash out, pushing and swatting at him. One of my wild movements in the dark catches his face. He pauses for a fraction of a second as if stunned that I’d be so bold. He grips my hips and heaves me farther onto the bed so my head lands on the pillows. I feel the bed sink as he climbs on after me with an almost frantic pace and flips me over so my stomach is pressed down into the comforter. With one rough motion, he yanks my legs open and lowers his body over me.
He thrusts his cock inside me without hesitation. I gasp, trying to reach back to press on his hips and slow him down, but he takes both my wrists in one hand and pins them down over my head and against the pillows, using his other hand to hold himself up as he starts working his cock into me with a pace that has my hands clenching around the pillows.
I’m powerless. Utterly out of control and completely at his mercy. I know I should feel something like fear or panic or maybe even anger, but I feel none of it. I’m overcome by a single, earth-shatteringly powerful emotion: need. It’s as if every time I struggled in vein to resist a man and failed flashes before my eyes--all the times I was hurt and made to feel silly and stupid and ashamed. With Jayce, it’s different. I struggled and fought, but with every movement of his body and thrust of his cock into me, pleasure floods my body, washing me over with what feels like pure, white ecstasy. He didn’t wrestle control from me to hurt me like all the others before him. He took it from me to show me how wonderful I could feel if I let him own me.
Thrust by thrust, I feel the force bleed out of him until he’s not fucking me like a disobedient submissive, but he’s working himself into me with the passionate pace of a lover. His slides both hands up my wrists and threads his fingers through mine while his lips fall to my ear.
“I love you, Miley,” he whispers. “Don’t ever forget that.”
My heart clenches, skin tingling all over even as my body jolts forward with each thrust of his hips. “I love you too,” I say in a surprised voice. I’m surprised because I mean it. I didn’t realize it until this precise moment, not completely. But now that the words have left my lips, I can feel how true they are. I love him. I love the way he came into my life and stood between me and all the things that would hurt me. I love how selflessly he protects me. I love the way I feel when he looks at me, when he touches me, and when he commands me to give myself to him.
I open my eyes wide, and even though I can’t see anything but the darkness, it feels like I’m seeing it all clearly for the first time. Maybe the first time ever.
The feelings mingle within me, swirling together with the pleasure, the sense of confinement, of surrender, and of being in his absolute control until it feels like it’s building toward a crescendo that will leave me trembling and gasping for breath.
I squeeze his hands so hard I know it has to hurt, but he only holds on tighter, driving his length into me, rocking his hips until every last movement is pure euphoria.
I gasp out his name, not caring anymore if he’ll punish me for calling him something other than Sir while he’s taking me as my dom. I arch my ass up into him, begging for more of his cock even as my walls tighten around him. At the last second, he slides out of me and guides his cock up the crease of my ass until he tenses, releasing hot cum on my back.
I figured he put a condom on in the dark at some point, and the fact that he pulled out hits me like a brutal reminder of the space that still stands between us. I can love him all I want and he can be the most perfect man in the world for me, but there’s nothing except a miracle that could bridge one of the most important gaps between us. I want kids. He doesn’t.
I’m pregnant, and he has no idea.
I let my head sink into the comforter, fighting back tears of confusion and frustration. Just tell him. Get it over with. Tell him the truth and stop being a coward.
“Jayce…” I say.
He sighs, rolling over and laying beside me on the bed. “What is it, princess?” He punctuates his question with a tender kiss on my shoulder. The simple gesture holds so much love my heart practically bursts, even as it feels like it’s about to break from telling him the truth.
“I’m pregnant,” I say.
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