by Ruby Madden
I brought a hand to his face, caressed his cheek. He pulled the palm of my hand to his mouth, kissed the inside of it and then brought it down to my pussy.
“Rub your pussy, Clara. Rub it for me. Like you do when you’re alone and no one is around to see how you like to fuck yourself.” His polished edge was becoming just gruff enough to excite me even more.
I was hesitant but quickly moved passed my hesitation. The one thing I loved to do with my boyfriends of the past, was to masturbate together. There was something so hot about seeing someone you desire touch and arouse their self, their body. I understood this, this desire very well.
He stroked himself a bit while he watched me use my middle finger to enter my pussy, and then circle my clit in sideways strokes that hit my sweet spot. It was apparently all he needed to see as he began to lower his face to my wet, waiting pussy again and before burying his face into it, mumbled, “I’m loving how fast you get wet…”
As he worked furiously on my pussy, lapping me up deliciously, he came up for air and growled at me, “I want to hear you fucking come and scream so loud that your entire neighborhood knows what I’m doing in here to you.”
There was just one small problem with his request.
What Sir V didn’t know was that so far, no man had ever made me come from oral sex.
I enjoyed it, found it pleasurable, but just never could quite get to the point of climaxing. I could never get quite over the edge, to orgasm. Sure, I could hover there for a long time, but had yet to come.
The guys I’d been with didn’t ever really seem to know what they were doing…
He lapped at my pussy, intermingling his probing tongue, and sucking gently then firmly on my clit. I was amazed at how deep he could get his tongue inside me and the intensity with which he was rimming me, tasting my ass.
I honestly couldn’t be any more spread-eagle as I was. I was squirming furiously, panting and gasping with pleasure. My body started to twitch, the first signs that an eager orgasm was just around the bend. He pulled back just as I was on the verge of coming.
“Come for me baby-doll, come for me…”
When he reached to firmly tweak at my very alert nipples, his hand under my shirt had sent a sea of cascading chills through her body. He resumed sucking and licking at my pussy while tormenting my nipples.
To my own delighted surprise - I was climaxing, and screaming in pleasure.
Even as I tried to push myself back and away from him, my clit over-stimulated, he kept a firm grip on me, sucking and licking everything surrounding my engorged clit. He wasn’t going to allow me to move away that easily.
An hour later, I was hoarse – practically crying from so much back to back pleasure and limp as a noodle. The orgasms had just rolled in one right after the other.
Does this happen every time with this man? Pleasured to the point of collapse? Used to the point of delirium? I thought, disbelievingly to myself, in between the many orgasms he pulled from my body.
Not once had his cock entered me, although I was craving it more than anything on the planet at the moment. I wondered when he would allow himself to come?
He flipped me over so that I lay on his lap, my legs slightly spread, my ass exposed to the air, my wet pussy juices smearing all over his nice slacks. I was in too much of a daze to register how was positioning me and what for.
“There’s one more thing I want you to experience Clara…” He slowly caressed my ass, a mischievous grin on his face.
Although I couldn’t see his face very well, I could hear the shift in his voice. Before I knew what was coming next – SMACK!
He spanked me and seemed a bit amused by the horrified shock that registered on my face as I attempted to scramble away, peering at him over my shoulder like he’d suddenly sprouted an alien head.
I hadn’t seen it coming and was too weak to actually struggle or resist for very long. I squirmed madly, but he had plenty of experience. It seemed he had no intention of taking it easy on me.
It wasn’t until I truly started crying that he stopped. I would later admit to myself, once I had the chance to reflect back on it, that I enjoyed the pain-pleasure contradiction from his thorough spanking.
The curious thing about it was that I cried more from humiliated shock than actual, literal pain. It’s just that I was so tangled up, inside. So completely bound from within – it was very confusing, especially when caught so off guard, yet again. It was like being thrown in the middle of a game that you didn’t know the rules to and being forced to play anyways. Since I was always a good sport, I knew well enough how to go with the flow and gauge things as they proceeded, but…
What was it about this man?
Hard again from my maddening squirming, he hoisted me up on my knees, bent me over the back limo seat, then lifted one knee up to rest on the backseat and took a firm fistful of my hair, arching me up and backwards just enough to keep me in the position he wanted and entered my pussy hungrily.
Finally!
I gave in eagerly to my need to have him inside me. My sensation of being a ragdoll continued and within it, I found myself willingly open to him. As best I could, given the confines of the limo, I hoisted my freshly spanked ass up, and clenched my pussy, making it tight for him. I loved his cock…
Loved it.
Between the sensations of his body against my now somewhat numb, stinging ass, and angled in such a way that my pussy was being stimulated by the limo seat, as well as his cock. With each thrust, I felt herself reaching an entirely new level of over-stimulation. My clit was so sensitive, so swollen that the intensity of it all was overwhelming her. Much to her own surprise, she was coming – yet again.
Only this one was different.
It was just about the deepest, quietest and tightest orgasm I’d ever had. Like the last defining pearl at the end of a necklace, I entered a space I’d never experienced before within myself.
In a word, it was bliss.
I couldn’t express it with a groan or a moan or a cry of pleasure. No, I was mute, not even a squeak came out of me the pleasure was so intense.
My body however, revealed every second of the intense orgasm. He eased up a bit on me, and it seemed that he was waiting for me to ride the deep come out. Somehow, I knew that he was immensely pleased with this result. When he finally came, I knew that his release into me was one that had been held in since our last encounter.
There we were, the two of us – in the aftermath of our mutual lust. One silent and breathing deeply, satisfied and pleased. The other still stunned, my face now swollen by tears, limp while my body registered the contradictions of the aftermath of intense pleasure and pleasurable pain.
This, I realized, lying there swimming in my senses was the beautiful truth between us.
Once he’d gathered himself, allowing me adequate time to return to earth and my body, he knew there was really only one way to proceed.
“Clara dear, I need you to go inside and get your things. Whatever is absolutely necessary? Pretend you’re going away for a week. I’m taking you back to my place. Would you like that? For me to take care of you and use you again and again like I did, just now?”
I heard the words, but was registering something else entirely. Although he used language that was designed to make me feel or believe my insignificance in relation to him, I could hear beneath them the truth.
The truth was, this man truly needed me – craved me, lusted for my body and as much as he loved to use women like sex-toy’s – his overall intentions weren’t bad. Carnally, yes. Literally, no.
“I don’t even know your real name yet… I can’t go home with a man whose name I don’t know.” I was saying it more to myself, out loud, to bring me back to my senses.
Sir V smiled, the mischief in his smile spoke volumes. “For now, you can call me Sir, Clara.”
“You know my name, where I live, that I’m an actress and I can call you, Si
r?” It came out as a half-laugh. I would ignore his condescension, for now.
“Clara, you’ll have time enough to know me. Just do as I ask, gather your belongings and allow me to take you home.” There was a firm gentleness, a kindness that I trusted behind his words. Anyone in the world would have deemed me insane.
“I can leave anytime I want?” I asked, unsure.
He grinned, “You won’t want to, but ultimately, your free will is always yours to exercise. There may be understandings and agreements about the arrangement, how we spend time together, but I would never want to keep you or have you stay against your will. Your consent is pivotal in this dynamic. Understand?”
I peered at him steadily, my gaze was intense and it seemed that he was impressed. I was leveling him, assessing him, gauging the sincerity. Right here, right now.
Even after he’d just had his way with me. He’d allow it because he sought to respect me, I think?
Once again, I obediently did as I was told and pulled myself together so that I could step outside into the bright California sunshine. Much to my chagrin, when we were done frolicking in Sir’s limo, a few neighbors were on the lawn, eagerly waiting to see who would come out of the limo.
I ignored them and walked back into my home. Upstairs, I gathered what was necessary – pulling out a duffle bag and quickly throwing some of my personal belongings into it. As I dashed down the stairs, my roommate stepped inside, a confused look on her face.
“Dude, there’s a mother-fucking limo outside parked in front of the god-damned driveway?!”
I paused for a brief moment, “I know. Can I ask a favor?”
My roommate blinked at me, stunned and confused, “Ok?”
“Please feed my cat, I’ll be back in a week – I think.”
My roommate’s eyes got big, “You ok, everything’s ok?”
I nodded, “More than ok. I promise to call and explain…” my voice trailed off. I didn’t want to keep Sir V waiting, “I have to go. Talk to ya soon!”
Chapter 19
{ Surrender }
Perhaps the thing, in retrospect, the one saving grace I could count on was that I’d seen a part of the truth, in our intense encounters.
I’d felt it in the way he’d taken me, the way he used me. I’d heard it in his voice, I’d seen it – briefly and fleetingly – in his eyes. I’d felt it with his urgent need, his desire to possess me, own me, have me, take me – make me his.
I already knew this man may never tell me he loved me, but he would express his hunger, his desire for me in a million different ways, uniquely true to him. I wanted to experience this, whatever my heart felt. I might fall in love, I didn’t know just yet…
I also knew that no one had quite touched him the way I was allowing him to be touched.
This was the irony and contradiction of the dynamic between us. I was discovering how to make this man feel cared for, wanted, needed, desired – I would just need to broaden my horizons and explore all the many ways it could be expressed.
For all his sophisticated sex-play experience, age, social status and brilliance – I was the first. I was the first…
Therein lay the dichotomy between us. Unbeknownst to me, I was in charge. Utterly in control of the dynamic.
As time would go by, the more I allowed myself to be taken. The more I surrendered. The more I submitted. The more I serviced. The more in control of his erotic desires, power and needs I’d become.
The only true fear, in this relationship I had to overcome – was about myself, my sexual appetites, my false insecurities, and my own true nature. It wasn’t just a sexual love of a lifetime I’d accidentally found, it was the opportunity to meet myself.
I wasn’t entirely sure yet, who was surrendering to whom.
{ The End }
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