“Ronnie,” I whispered.
“Yes Ash? What should I do?” She lowered her eyes in perfect submissive fashion, her voice echoing throughout the room.
“Have you done this before, Veronica?” I asked, releasing her neck to pull a set of leather restraints from my pocket.
She shook her head.
“Very good.”
“Have you, Ash?” she asked, her voice still shaking.
“Many times, but it will be different with you.” I promised, focusing on removing her dress. The silk gown fell around her ankles revealing her glorious body. All lithe muscle and rounded curves.
Her arms circled behind her to remove her bra.
“No! I will do it,” I scolded her, slapping her hands away. She stood perfectly still, breathless as I removed the black lace from her body and dropped. My fingers curved up in the sides of her black, lace underwear and slid them down her legs as well. Now, completely nude, she stood before me. Her hair falling over her shoulders, covering her like a silken shawl.
Running my hands up her firm flesh, I stopped at her wrists. Taking the leather restraints in hand, I bound each wrist tightly behind her back.
“Ash,” she whispered, biting her lip.
“Trust me, Ronnie.”
Pulling her by her bound hands, I walked her over to a black leather padded bench. Carefully, I leaned her over it. The room’s dim lights cast a glow, making her appear as if she had a halo.
Sweeping her blonde hair to the side, my lips brushed her neck ardently. With my crop in hand, I traced the fine lines of her ass. Running the leather over her teasingly.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Ash,” she replied surely.
Drawing my crop back in the air, I quickly brought it down quickly against her sweet flesh. Listening to the sound of it slapping against her skin.
Something that was quickly overridden by her cries reverberating throughout the room. The sound shocked me as I worried I may have struck her too hard. She was new to this and perhaps it was too much for her. I hesitated, but she wasn’t telling me to stop.
When I brought the crop down again, her cries of fear turned to cries of pleasure. She arched her back and thrust her ass out even more towards me. Lovingly, I rubbed my hand against the reddening marks on her flesh. Tracing those lines of raised flesh with my fingertips and caressing the lines that they made against the swell of her ass.
“Oh my God Ash, more!” She cried, circling her hips down against the bench in wanton need.
Taking the tip of the crop, I dragged it lightly between her legs. The tip was soaked with her juices before it had even made a full pass against her.
My cock raged against my pants, my excitement growing the more I applied the crop to her ass. Again and again, I struck her, feeling her excitement grow in the quivering of her thighs and the push of her ass even further back.
Tossing the crop down somewhere off to the side, I knelt behind her. Her legs shaking, her ass bright red, I spread her legs even further. My fingers curling around her thighs and pushing them further apart. Her sweet pussy was glistening with juice, reflected off of the lighting of the room. I parted her lips slightly and slid my fingers over her wetness, rubbing into the flesh. She moaned with pleasure, my fingers sinking deeper because of it.
She pushed back against my hand as I shifted my focus, rubbing and twisting her swollen clit between my fingers.
“Please, oh please, I want to come!” she cried out.
Immediately, I removed my hand from her pussy.
“Not yet, Ronnie. Not until I say you can,” I reminded her sternly.
“Please, Ash,” she murmured.
“Patience, Ronnie, patience,” I whispered, my voice heavy with promise.
The temperature in the room rose dramatically. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, burning her from the inside out. Beads of sweat trickled down her back, running the rivets in her skin as I delivered a few more strokes of my crop to her already red ass. Bouncing the flesh and reddening it even further.
“Ash!” she cried, her legs shaking so hard I had to catch her at the waist to keep her from falling. Still bent, I lightly caressed her sore bottom. I ran my hands over the rounded plains of her ass, fingers dipping and pushing into the reddened flesh there. From the way she reacted, I could tell that the pain was giving her great pleasure. Veronica squirmed, wiggling her ass back and forth at my touch as if inviting me to touch even further.
My cock throbbed with need as I stood, stepping away from her to unzip my pants and remove my shirt. Taking care to place them over the red velvet chaise lounge, I walked back over to Veronica. Her luscious legs were spread wide, her long blonde hair spilling down her back. Her full tits were pressed against the bench and her ass in the air, glowing red from the spanking I’d given her. Seeing her bent over the leather bench, looking as she did, excited me even more.
Rubbing the tip of my cock against her wetness, I found I could wait no longer. All plans of teasing her further were pushed aside, the need clawing through me demanding satiation. Thrusting forward, I groaned loudly with pleasure. She was always deliciously tight! It seemed making her wait and using my crop against her ass had only made her even more so.
She cried out with joy, her moan echoed through her voice. Without any direction she arched her back and pressed her pussy back further into me. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her to me, holding her steady. I pounded her pussy, feeling my balls slapping against her clit repeatedly. With another moan I clutched her to me even tighter, driving up inside her. Driving into her pulsating, clenching walls.
“Oh my God, that’s amazing!” she cried out breathlessly. Her arms stretched out in front of her, her hands twisting and turning as I fucked her. Kneading and clenching against the sheet in the throes of her ecstasy. I raised my hand to give her a final slap on the ass, relishing the sound of my hand smacking against her flesh again.
Feeling her pussy tighten, I knew she was close to coming. I considered pulling out and making her wait, but I couldn’t. I felt my own powerful orgasm descending upon me. It made my cock swell, bigger than I could remember. I filled her to capacity. My eyes lost focus and I began to see stars as I shook all over, my hips losing their rhythm and pounding into her mercilessly.
“Ash, oh Ash!” she screamed as she came. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. Her legs gave out from under her and she collapsed against me. I was tempted to collapse back against her too, but instead I stood.
Pushing her back to her feet, I held her by the waist.
“Turn around,” I commanded. My head was still a bit foggy from coming. I had never had an orgasm that powerful. I hadn’t even known such a thing was possible.
Veronica rolled over on her back across the bench. Her nipples were hard and pink, standing out against the chill of the room’s air. Pulling her up by the restraints, I reached to unbind her wrists.
“Oh my God, what the hell did you do to me?” With her hands free, she reached around to massage her aching ass.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I stood back as she regained her footing.
“Yes, it does,” she whispered.
I strolled over to where I’d thrown my pants. Reaching inside, I retrieved a small blue box.
“I have something for you, Ronnie.”
Seeing the tiny blue satin wrapped box with the white ribbon, she clapped her hands together.
“Oh, Ash!” Her blue eyes shining with anticipation she took the box from me.
I knew what she was thinking, that the box contained an engagement ring.
But it didn’t.
I held my breath waiting for her reaction.
Veronica’s hands trembled as she carefully unwrapped the gift. She pried open the tiny blue velvet box which she assumed contained a diamond ring.
Carefully, I watched her face.
As she opened the box, a slow smile spread across her face. For just an instant, I saw disappointment
flicker in her eyes, but her smile assured me she was still pleased by my gift.
Gently, Veronica removed the exquisite antique rose gold locket dangling from a white gold chain.
“Oh, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed.
I reached over to hang it from her neck.
“Did you notice the inscription?”
Veronica turned over the locket.
“It says, ‘Mine’. What does that mean?” She couldn’t stop smiling as I clasped the chain around her neck.
Standing in front of her, I took her by the shoulders.
“Ronnie, you turn me on like no woman ever has. There’s something special between us. This gift symbolizes what I’d like our relationship to become.”
“Which is what? I’m already your girlfriend.”
I nodded.
“This is more than that. I want you to be my submissive.” I waited for her reaction. I could tell this was something she’d never expected coming from me.
“Your what?”
“My submissive. Look, Ronnie, all my life I’ve had these cravings, these urges. I need control. I desire control…over you. I’m not talking about governing every second of your life with some ridiculous rules about what you eat or drink. I’m interested in your sexual submission to me and me alone. By accepting this gift, you’re acknowledging me as your dominant.”
The silence in the room was deafening. Perhaps I’d overstepped my bounds, but Veronica was the girl for me I was certain of it.
She fingered the locket for a moment.
“You’re saying that by accepting this and becoming your submissive, you will continue to do what you did tonight?”
“Definitely.”
She had to say yes.
“Of course, I want you to be my dominant and all that it implies.”
Gazing at her, standing there, nude with the locket dangling between her full tits, I had never felt so alive. It wasn’t just the incredible sex we had. I felt a true connection, a sense of tremendous joy every time I saw her.
“Then you are mine, Veronica James and I am yours.” With that, I pressed my lips to hers falling into a passionate embrace.
Feeling her warm body pressed intimately against mine, I could feel us becoming one. We were so close at that moment I couldn’t tell where one of us began the other ended. It was frightening, but exhilarating at the same time.
Then, as our lips parted, she whispered.
“I love you.”
I closed my eyes feeling my utopia crash all around me.
The three words in the entire English language that could shatter me. My kryptonite.
Was my affinity for domination about to become my downfall?
Things continued with Veronica and me for another two years. We enjoyed many nights of sizzling, powerful sex. I couldn’t get enough of her, but as the years passed, I sensed a dissatisfaction within her. Veronica wanted more than I could give her. She kept leaving hints about our future together after graduation, wanting marriage and children. That wasn’t something I could do.
Running my hands over her silky skin, I inhaled her scent. She smelled of sex. Sweet, sensual, spicy…as long as I lived I’d never forget that fragrance. It was exquisite, just like her.
“Ash,” she whispered as I wrapped her long legs around my narrow waist. Veronica ran her hands over my abs gazing up into my hazel eyes.
“I love you.”
My cock throbbed with desire even after hearing those dreaded words she kept repeating. I’d never echoed them back to her. I couldn’t. I was too young to make any type of commitment to any woman, even her.
Besides, after seeing my mother with my “Uncle Mike” how could I trust any woman?
As usual, I silenced her with a deep kiss. Our lips met repeatedly. I wanted to consume her. To absorb everything she was, making her a part of me. My fingers traced her lips gently as my mouth began to explore her body. She moaned and arched her back thrusting her beautiful chest in the air, towards me. My tongue captured her erect nipples which were the perfect shade of dusky pink. Enticing me both visually and physically. I sucked and tugged on them until she screamed with delight, her head thrown back. Her hands entwined in my hair as she gripped my head, pulling me even closer to her. I traced a line down from her breasts to her flat stomach with my lips, tongue, and teeth. Parting her legs, I inhaled her scent. My cock was rock hard as I dipped my tongue between her legs, touching her quivering clit ever so softly.
“Ash!” She screamed arching her hips towards my mouth.
Her taste was amazing. I lapped at her sweetness, licking every inch. She was smooth all over except for a tiny blonde patch at the top. Perfection. My lips caressed her swollen clit, flicking it faster and harder with each stroke. She gripped my head with her fingers as she rocked her hips back and forth. As she pushed and pulled away from me unconsciously. Riding herself to her eventual crest. My face became soaked with her delectable juices as she rode closer to her orgasm, her thighs tensing about my head.
I took both hands and pulled her delicate lips apart, holding her open so I could pleasure her even more. I slipped two fingers deep inside her, curling into her heated warmth. She was so deliciously tight and wet my cock lurched at just the feel of her on my fingers. I felt droplets of precum dripping onto the sheets beneath me. I longed, desperately, to bury my cock inside her but this was for her. All for her.
In and out I slid my fingers, increasing the tempo, caressing her G spot until she was mad with pleasure. I alternated, using both my fingers and my mouth, pushing her up and over that edge. She came again and again, back to back orgasms that shook her whole body. My face was drenched as I continued to lap up her pussy, easing her down from that peak.
When she was weak and quivering with need I gazed directly into her eyes. Staring at her as I slipped my fingers from her pussy touching them to my tongue to taste her wonderful juices. I licked around the edges of my fingers, sucking her juices off of my skin and groaning at the taste.
“Oh my God, fuck me!” she cried, grabbing my ass and pulling me to her.
I hovered over her, slowly lowering myself right where she wanted. With careful deliberation I eased my cock inside of her. She was so soft, warm, wet, and tight. Every time we made love she cried out as soon as I entered her as my cock stretched her near painfully to her limits.
I began thrusting in and out of her, delighting in how wonderful she felt. Slower than the last time that I had started, but slowly building in pace. Her arms wrapped around me, her tits pressed firmly against my chest. No woman could compare to her. No woman had that same hold over me...
Grabbing her around her waist, I flipped us both over so that she was riding me. I eased back into the mattress, allowing her to take control. She moaned deeply as she sat up taking my entire cock all the way inside of that juncture between her thighs. Clenching around me even as she shifted.
“Oh my God, that feels…amazing…” she breathed out, her hands coming to rest on my chest for balance. She slid up and down my hard cock as I gripped her, bouncing her up and down. Her tits jiggled in my face as I gazed up at her beauty. Her full, red lips were parted, her long hair loose and wild... She rode me at her pace now, grinding and bouncing atop my cock. Suddenly she threw her head back, her face contorted with ecstasy as I felt her pussy contract tightly on my cock as she came. I kept her moving, sliding my hands down to grip her ass. Gripping it and lifting her up and down as I sought to follow her. My balls viciously slapped against her ass as I hammered my cock in and out of her. Raced towards that monumental edge that only she could drive me to.
I groaned, hands lifting to grasp her head instead and pull her down to me, leaving her ass lifted in the air for me to pulse into as I came. Deep inside of her, I pumped every last drop into her, my muscles shaking and spasming from the force of my orgasm.
Stars swam around my head as she fell forward on top of me gasping for air. We both breathed heavily, coming down from our orgasm
s. The whole world swam.
“Ash, why don’t you ever say you love me?” she whispered as I stroked her silky hair.
Oh God, she wanted to get into the same argument we’d been having for months now. School was ending in a few weeks and I had accepted an offer with Harold Goldstein’s investment firm. I knew that she wasn’t going to drop it, but I also had been hoping it wouldn’t be coming so soon after we had been together so intimately.
“Veronica, we’ve been over this.” I eased her off of me. I rolled out of bed, going over to the wet bar on the side of the room and pouring a glass of scotch for myself.
Veronica sat up clutching the sheet to her breasts, staring at me with widened eyes.
“I love you. We’ve been together for almost three years now. You’ve never once said you loved me. We’re graduating in two weeks and I need to know where this relationship is going. You know what I want. You’ve never said what you want.”
I finished my scotch and looked at her. She was everything I wanted sitting right there in my bed, but yet…
I couldn’t. Not now.
Not after my mother…
I wanted to love her, but every time I looked into myself, it wasn’t there. I cared about her more than I’d ever cared about anyone.
But I just didn’t love her.
Not yet.
“Ronnie, you know I care about you. You mean more to me than any other woman. I’ve been faithful to you since the day we met. I want us to be together, but I’m not ready to commit to anyone or anything yet. I need to focus on my career right now.”
Veronica stared at me her eyes filling with tears. She began to pull on her clothes.
“I got an offer from Phillips and Hartman.”
I swallowed hard and poured another scotch.
“In London?”
She nodded folding her arms beneath her breasts.
“Are you going to take it?”
She sighed and sat on the bed.
“I don’t know. It’s a great offer. Lots of money, fast track to the top, and great benefits. You know I adore London. But I want us to be together.”
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