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A Submissive's Gift

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by Maggie Ryan


  "Open," he ordered, and she instantly released him, breathing deeply and blushing at the sight of strings of her saliva still connecting them as he moved one hand to press his cock to his stomach. "Suck," he ordered, watching as her body quivered. He knew she adored being told what to do, instructed to obey his crude orders as her need for submission was fulfilled. He watched her tongue dart out in an attempt to reach his heavy testicles, his position making any true contact unachievable.

  "Please, Sir," she said, when she realized only the tip of her tongue could touch him. "I can't…" she began, and then moaned when his free hand lifted the belt to deliver another stroke on her ass. She lunged forward at the blow, her mouth making contact with her prize.

  "Oh, please," she moaned, as another stroke landed on her sex.

  Garrett moved forward enough to allow her to open her mouth wide, taking his heavy balls into its warmth. His cock twitched under his hand as her bottom jerked with each contact of the leather. After a half-dozen, her bottom churning from side to side, he gave his next command as he dropped the belt to the floor and cupped her chin, the sensation of her tongue licking his testicles and the sight of her mouth cupped around his balls ensuring he wouldn't last much longer.

  "Release and take a deep breath while you can," he said, his voice husky with the need for release. Her eyes were watering, her face flushed as she nodded and released his balls. He allowed her several deep breaths while he stroked his cock with his hand. Her soft whimper warned him of how close she was to coming. Knowing she would be devastated if she felt she had failed him, he knew he needed to bring her fellatio to its conclusion. "Open your mouth and relax your throat," he demanded, pushing slowly between her lips and not pausing as he pushed into her throat before the last word of his order was uttered.

  "This is where my Queen needs to be," he groaned, thrusting again and again as he fucked her throat. He kept her face cupped in his palms as his eyes locked onto hers, enjoying the gift of her absolute submission as he took his pleasure. His thrusts became harder, deeper. "You belong to me. Your ass is mine to redden and to fuck, your thighs and back are mine to welt, and the belt I wear around my waist is ready at any time to provide that reminder." He paused as he withdrew only to allow her to take a breath before pushing deep again. "Your sweet dripping cunt is mine as well. I adore seeing it striped, so hot and swollen but still oozing with your nectar, telling me that you love servicing your Dom." He adored her moan around his cock and watching her reddened thighs open, her punished sex dripping onto the chaise as he fucked her throat, his words driving her insane with lust. "And, my little drama queen, your saucy little mouth is truly meant for one thing," he said, slowly moving forward until she had to force herself to relax, to concentrate on breathing through her nose as she accepted his huge girth down her narrow throat. "Your mouth, tongue, and lips are meant to worship your King's cock, and your throat," he paused, as he pushed as deep as possible, her lips stretched wide around his shaft, her nose pressed into the crinkly hairs of his groin, "is meant to be fucked and filled." His words stopped as he began to truly use her, to fuck her as he desired. Ariel's sex flooded, her cream leaking down her thighs to puddle on the chaise, her saliva leaking from her lips to puddle on the floor as he fucked her mouth. With a final thrust and a roar, he began to empty himself down her throat, her swallows, as she accepted his tribute, drawing repeated spurts from his cock. With a final release, he moved back, his cock slowly slipping from her throat and out from between her lips. "Show," he ordered softly.

  Her heart pounding, her throat feeling deliciously raw, Ariel obediently opened her mouth. The look in his eyes made her sex pulse, her clit leaping with need for its own release as she obediently displayed the evidence of his own with the remainder of his come pooled on her tongue. At his command to swallow, she did so, accepting his love and his dominance as his seed slid down her throat.

  "You are incredible," Garrett praised, as he squatted down until his eyes were level with her lust-filled ones. "But, my Queen, I have yet to hear the cry to stop." He gave her a soft kiss before moving to her side, changing her position again as he sat behind her, drawing his fingers up between her legs, loving her cry as she pressed down against him. "Perhaps your silence speaks of your need to have your color refreshed," he chuckled, removing his hand and helping her into a position that had her bottom over his lap. His hand began to rub gently across her back as his fingertips traced the marks he had placed onto her skin. Ariel's soft groan and the parting of her legs told of her need without the use of words. "I have no wish for my Queen to accuse me of cheating or denying her a proper ending to the game," he said softly, his hand lifting only to slap down against her already crimson buttocks.

  Though some would never understand, the two of them didn't need to analyze why she craved this. It was enough to know his submissive needed her Dom to take her to the very edge of a pain that others would never want to discover. Smack after smack landed on her cheeks until they were both swollen and very hot to the touch. Her moans grew louder as he took a slender leg in his hand, pulling it away from her body to give her inner thigh a hard spanking until she was writhing over his knees, making it necessary for him to trap her leg under his own in order to give her other thigh its own spanking. When his hand cupped to clap against her sex, Ariel's head reared back, her body convulsing in that confused mixture of pain and pleasure. Understanding her need for the darkest recesses of the lifestyle they shared, Garrett gave her another half dozen swats before cupping her sex in his palm, his finger slowly sliding into her to swirl in the pool of her arousal. As he grazed her swollen clit with his fingertip, Ariel uttered the word he had been waiting to hear.

  "Mercy," she begged, telling him she was so close to the edge, leaving the decision in his hands as to whether she would be allowed to explode over his lap.

  Garrett wanted to give her more intense pleasure than he could with just a slight touch. He turned her in his arms, cradling her to his chest as he moved towards the bed, quickly stripping the covers down. He laid her on the bed, her gasp of discomfort, as her raw bottom took her weight, music to his ears.

  Ariel watched as he dropped to his knees, pulling her towards the edge of the bed until her ass was positioned where he wanted. She moaned as each movement abraded the hot, swollen skin he had just punished. His huge hands pressed her legs open, her sex displayed as he looked up into her eyes. Remembering the second part of Elizabeth's statement, she gave Garrett a soft smile as she ran her fingers up his body until they lost themselves in his hair. "Please, my King, make me scream with pleasure until I beg you to stop."

  Smiling, he shook his head. "I think my lady has forgotten the rules of the challenge. You were to beg me never to stop." With that, he bent forward, his tongue lightly tracing the swollen, red lips of her punished sex until his Queen was bucking her hips, begging for him to make her come. Garrett again took his time. He would punish her at his own leisure, and would do the same when bringing her to pleasure. With one hand, he spread her labia open to expose the slick, pink inner lips.

  "Perhaps I should spank these lips as well." He adored the fact that, though she had gasped at his suggestion, she was pushing up into his mouth, accepting whatever he wished to give her. Lowering his head again, he tapped the tip of his tongue against her clit, her entire body arching even higher. Pulling back, he broadened his tongue, drawing it up and down her trembling lips before darting inside her to take a taste. Garrett had no plan on doing anything but pleasuring the woman who gave him so much in both her heart and her body.

  By the time he stepped away, she had come twice. She had filled his mouth with her own tribute within moments of his sucking her clit into his mouth and grinding it gently with his teeth. He had then stood, pushing into her swollen sex, hearing her give a sharp cry at the discomfort of being stretched and filled so quickly, but doing nothing to stop him, as he plunged again and again into her, his thumb pressing against her sensitive clit, ignorin
g her slight whimper as he forced her to obey his clipped order to come again, her climax ripping through her until she was screaming his name, her legs locked around his waist as she attempted to pull him ever deeper. Garrett moved back, withdrawing from her as he opened the drawer of her nightstand and removing a bottle of lubricant before climbing onto the bed with her. His cock throbbed as it protested his departure, but was ignored as he arranged her on her back.

  "Oh, God, please," she begged, her heart pounding as he pushed her legs wide and then up to her chest, lifting her crimson rear well off the mattress.

  "I'm not going to bind you," he said, as he grinned down at her. "The game will be far more of a challenge if you have to remember to keep your legs spread and up. You are to hold yourself open." His look changed, his eyes darkening with desire.

  "Show me your cunt," he demanded. He saw her body suffuse with a beautiful pink color as she obeyed, her hands gripping her knees as she displayed herself to him. "That's my obedient Queen," he praised, as his hands moved to rub up and down across her ass, pushing her up a bit more to indicate exactly how he wished her to hold herself. His eyes never left the sight of her supplication as he flipped the lid open on the lubricant, pouring a generous amount into his palm. One hand moved up and down his erection, coating his entire length, as he dribbled more lube onto his fingers of his free hand before giving his next command.

  "Spread your ass." When she released her legs and began to turn, he clarified his order. "No, just as you are. I want you on your back. You will witness my taking your ass." He heard her gasp, but waited until she obeyed. He didn't move a muscle as he watched her return to her back, her legs drawn to her chest as she parted them wide. His eyes met hers, seeing the mixture of embarrassment at knowing what was about to occur, and the lust that told him she adored what he had said. His cock jumped as he watched Ariel's hands move down to her ass, gripping her hot buttocks and spreading them apart. Her quick intake of breath, as she saw his slick fingers move to the small puckered entrance of her anus, changed to a muffled moan as he began to press his fingers into her, pushing them in, making sure he coated her narrow passage with the lubricant. No matter what some men thought, he knew that taking the time to properly prepare her, as well as his cock, would ensure they both experienced pleasure. As her Dom, keeping her safe from potential harm was as important to him as being her lover and sinking into her back passage. Garrett enjoyed every sound Ariel made as he spent several minutes preparing her. He pushed another dollop of lubricant as deeply as he could before he worked at stretching her entrance, filling her with three fingers, coaxing her muscle to begin to relax.

  "Oh, please," she murmured, her body quivering, her legs trembling as she held herself open.

  Garrett grinned and, withdrawing his fingers, he placed his cock against her tightly puckered opening. Her hands moved back to pull her legs further open, lifting her ass a few more inches off the mattress in an effort to please her Dominant. Her whimper only aroused him further as he bent down between her splayed legs to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and suckling, giving it a quick bite before releasing it. Ignoring her pleas for him to hurry, he lifted his head and shook it, as well as giving her a look of disapproval for attempting to hurry him along. She groaned as his mouth descended on her other breast, licking, kissing and nipping until both nipples were so tight, her breasts so taut, she was in fear of exploding again from nothing but the prolonged attention.

  "You are such a horny queen, aren't you?" he asked, moving to kiss her. He swallowed her desperate moan, accepting that as her answer, before pulling away. "You display your pussy so wantonly," he said, the color of her flush deepening at his crude words. "But it's not your cunt I'm going to fuck now, is it?" Ariel's answer was given with a small shake of her head, her gaze darting to where his slick cock was evident between her uplifted and widely splayed legs. "That's right. Keep your eyes on my cock as I fuck your beautiful ass." He adored the look in her eyes as they lifted to his, as if only now realizing that his earlier promise that she would witness this act had been sincere. As he quirked his eyebrow, she flushed a deeper rose, and dropped her eyes to where he'd commanded them to be.

  "Who does your ass belong to?" he asked, pushing forward, forcing her sphincter to begin to open.

  "You, Sir," she moaned, her hands clenching her own flesh as she attempted to relax her muscles to allow him to claim the last of her. "All of me belongs to you. Don't ever stop loving me." Her eyes met his, her desire to please him dilating her pupils. Her shrill cry pierced the room as he slapped her upturned buttock.

  "Eyes on my cock!" He watched as she instantly obeyed, her eyes lowering to look past her red, slick, still dripping pussy to the sight of his cock pressing against an orifice that most would never consider could be used for pleasure.

  "You are to watch as your tight little ass gets fucked. Look away and I'll get your special little spanker and whip your asshole, and then we can begin again," he promised, his cock swelling even more as she swallowed hard. Though Ariel adored pain, the special paddle he had recently purchased to attend to such a delicate portion of her body had the ungodly ability to drive her to shrieks within only a few strokes. He wasn't the least bit surprised to see the vigorous nodding of her head, and her immediate obedience as she dropped her eyes to his cock again.

  "Ask me. Ask me to sink my cock deep inside your ass and give you the fucking you are so craving," he demanded, knowing she was close to coming from the words alone.

  "Please, Sir, God, please fuck my ass," she begged. "Please, Sir, fill me—fuck me—make me yours."

  He nodded and thrust forward, her cry filling the room as her sphincter surrendered to his demand for entrance. She continued to moan and cry out as he took her hard and fast, driving into her bowels as deeply as possible, filling her as she'd requested.

  Ariel watched as he took her, fucked her, claimed her. She whimpered with need as he withdrew completely, his cock seeming to have grown in size, knowing he wasn't done as he moved to insert just the head again, stretching her tight muscle to the point of discomfort. When her eyes closed briefly, to temporarily stop the blatant vision of his intention of possessing her so primitively, he spanked her again.

  "Naughty girl," he said, with a grin. "You just guaranteed that I'll be back in your ass tomorrow after you have your morning reminder," he promised, as her eyes flew open and back to where they belonged. Her entire body shuddered at the knowledge that his words were cast in stone, and she loved the fact that this man would never promise something he did not deliver. Though she would most likely be quite sore for the following day or so, at this moment, she wanted nothing more than for him to make her his own. Garrett was taking her as he wished—while fulfilling her own dark desires as well. Though she would always treasure the times they made gentle love, when she was under him, when he was fucking her in such a demanding, dominant manner, she felt entirely consumed, her masochistic side gratified.

  Her lover, her fiancé, her Dom, continued to fuck her ass as she watched. Her entire body convulsed as she came hard, her body jerking, her hands slipping from their hold only to grasp her knees again, pulling them back to make sure she was offering any part of her that he wanted. Garrett pounded into her, his balls slapping against her sopping cunt with every thrust. As her juices poured from her, he gave a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt, his own moan joining hers. The strength of her contractions, the muscles of her bowels rippling along the length of his cock, drew him to his own end as thick ropes of semen jetted from him to fill the ass he had claimed as his own.

  Breathing heavily, Garrett lowered himself on top of her, his heart beating rapidly as he felt her legs wrapping around him, her arms moving to hug him to her breasts, her hands stroking his back and running through his hair.

  There was no need to speak, their love was communicated by the simple act of slowly coming down from the intensity of the session. When his cock slipped from her, he rolled to his
side, opened the drawer of his nightstand, and removed a jar.

  Seeing it, Ariel shook her head.

  "Onto your tummy, babe," Garrett said. "I know you enjoy the feeling of your hot little butt burning, but you'll regret it tomorrow if you don't let me soothe it tonight." As she reluctantly rolled over, her head resting on her crossed arms, he chuckled, opening the jar and dipping out a large dollop of the cream. "Besides, you'll have not only your morning reminder to help you through the day, but you've been promised something else as well, haven't you, my Queen?"

  "Yes, Sir," she whispered, shivering as the cool cream was spread across the welts he had placed on her earlier. Though she accepted the relief offered without further protests, it was only because she knew that she could always count on Garrett for two things. Her Dom would never hesitate to soothe her, and he would never hesitate to give her the very welts his fingers were now gently stroking.

  By the time he had attended to every inch of her skin and returned the jar to the drawer, Garrett believed she might have fallen asleep. He bent and pressed his lips to the very base of her spine, loving the feel of her skin on his lips.

  "Thank you, Sir. I admit your judgment was correct, and serves to once again remind me why I am but your servant and you are my King. I love you, my Lord."

  "Thank you, my Queen," he replied, as he patted her bottom before pulling her to spoon with him, her back against his front. Reaching down, he drew the sheet over them. "Remember," he began softly, sliding his finger between her cheeks before moving his hand to cup one of her breasts, gently rolling the nipple between his fingers.

 

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