Devious Submission - Episode 1 (An Erotic Thriller)

by Marlene Sexton

  Then he took his hands away and for a moment, I thought I’d done something to displease him and he was going to punish me. Instead, Nate began slowly stroking his cock. He didn’t just simply stroke himself, however. His free hand roamed over his muscular torso as he slowly pleasured himself. Soon he was moaning and his cock began to leak. I had no idea watching a man do that to himself could be so arousing.

  “This feels so fucking good. Do you want to take over, Kimmie? Do you desire to pleasure me?” he asked but I didn’t respond in any way. I watched, mesmerized as Nate did to himself what I wished I could do for him. My needs didn’t seem so immediate anymore. I wanted to pleasure Nate. I longed to wrap my lips around him, or push him to the bed and slide down his hard cock, not for my pleasure but for his. I wasn’t sure what was worse. Being denied pleasure, or being denied the opportunity to pleasure Nate.

  Nate began fondling his balls as he stroked himself faster. Nate closed his eyes and breathed harder as he enjoyed his own touch. I could only watch though I longed to do so much more. Suddenly, Nate’s eyes flew open and he bared his teeth. He began panting and I watched as his cock swelled in his hand. I was sure he was displeased with me in some way and he was going to deny me pleasure even as I was forced to watch his. At the last moment, however, Nate pulled his hand away and he leaned forward, his hands on his knees.

  “That was nice. I could see the need in your eyes, Kimmie. It’s rather arousing. I wonder if you would choose your own pleasure over mine?” Nate pondered aloud. I shook my head. My need was no longer as insistent. I wanted to please Nate desperately. “You’ve been good so far. I’m going to fuck you, Kimmie. You are going to lie still and allow it. You won’t move or make a noise. Most importantly, you won’t come. Is that understood?” Nate explained. I nodded but had no idea how I might be able to follow his instructions.

  I wasn’t allowed to ponder it for long. Nate took my hips in his hands and roughly sank his cock into me. I gasped and Nate took me by the chin and shook his head. I knew that was my one and only warning. I was overwhelmed as Nate slowly slid his entire length in and out of me. I was so wet and it felt so good. At the same time, I felt a rush of humiliation. I was bound to this bed, allowing this man to tease me and have his way with me. I was doing everything I could to resist the urge to let go and orgasm, scream out in pleasure and writhe in ecstasy. I just hoped the payoff would be worth it.

  Nate slowly increased the speed of his thrusts and soon he was fucking me hard and fast. I bore down, forcing myself to resist my need. I clenched my fists and curled my toes. Every muscle in my body tensed as I fought within myself. Nate’s cock was so warm and hard and I could feel him leaking inside me. I wanted so much just to let go but at the same time, I didn’t want to disappoint him. It wasn’t just the money any longer. I truly wanted to please this man. How had he managed so quickly to work his way into my heart?

  Nate began to play with my nipples. He was testing me, I knew. He wanted to see how much I could take. I resolved to show him that I was worthy. Nate then pinched and tugged at my hard nipples and I wanted to scream out, but I bit my lip and remained quiet and still. Then Nate grinned, an evil grin, and began rubbing my clit with his thumb. I managed to remain motionless and resist making a sound by digging my nails into my palm.

  Nate rubbed me harder and faster, his hips slamming into me, our flesh making obscene noises, as he fucked me. I was going mad, but I needed to win this battle. I had to show him I was worthy. More importantly, I needed to resist my emotions. Resisting my pleasure was one thing, but it would have been so easy to submit to Nate emotionally. I needed to remember why I was here but it wasn’t going to be nearly as easy as I had hoped.

  Finally, Nate pulled out of me and left me breathing hard and perspiring. “You’re a tough one, Kimmie. I’ve never had girl that didn’t lose it and require correction. Most simply break down completely. You’re a special girl,” Nate told me and it felt so good knowing he was pleased with me. “However, you’ve got to show me more to convince me you deserve release,” Nate said ominously.

  He began unchaining my legs, then pulled them up and over my head and fastened them to the metal tubing of the headboard. I was now more exposed than ever, my legs spread wide over my head and my body bent in half. Nate climbed back into position and sank his cock deep inside me again. However, he didn’t fuck me. Instead, he pulled out of me and rubbed his wet cock on my anus. He did it again and again before he began sliding his finger into my ass. He took his time and over the next five minutes or so, he prepared me to take his cock in my ass.

  I’d done it before, even enjoyed it, but not like this. I tried to figure out how I could take Nate like that and remain silent and motionless. My shoulders already ached from being bent as I was with most of my weight pressing down on them. I wanted to give up. I wanted to demand he set me free. Nevertheless, I reminded myself why I was doing this. I couldn’t get what I wanted if he was displeased with me and banished me from his house.

  I’m sure many of the girls that submitted to Nate’s kinky demands hoped he might fall for them and make them his wife, or at least his mistress. As far as I could tell, they had failed. I wasn’t looking for love and affection. I wanted money and power. However, this was a dangerous game. I struggled to resist my urges. I could have easily fallen for Nate. Even knowing what I did about him, I wanted him. I wanted to submit and please him. It took almost everything I had to submit to his demands but I still had to steel myself against my own feelings for him.

  Finally, Nate began pushing his cock into me and with all of his preparation, he had little trouble. It felt so fucking good having him inside of me despite the pain, though outwardly I showed none of it. Nate pulled his cock free of me and immediately pushed back inside. I got no time to adjust to the unnatural intrusion, however. Instead, Nate began fucking me furiously.

  I tensed and my knuckles turned white as I squeezed my fists. Nate pounded my ass relentlessly and I did everything I could to resist my need to react, if not outright climax. This was torture, denied release but not the pleasure than demanded it. Nate seemed to enjoy my predicament, grinning as he caressed the back of my thighs. I couldn’t do this much longer. I couldn’t continue to pretend this wasn’t deeply arousing. I couldn’t continue to deny my lust for this man.

  Soon he was using my garters to gain leverage, occasionally spanking my exposed pussy or rubbing my clit for a moment. The pleasure was overwhelming and not being able to express myself was agony. This could have gone on for a minute or for an hour. I wasn’t sure. I took it one moment at a time. I promised myself I’d resist just one more second and then one more and then another. I focused all my thoughts on following Nate’s direction. I needed to prove myself to him. Finally, however, Nate relented.

  “Scream for me. Go crazy. But you still can’t come,” Nate told me and I lost it. I screamed, growled, and cried behind the gag. I writhed, bucked, finally openly enjoying the pleasure. Even though I couldn’t come, no longer having to deny my excitement was intensely gratifying. Nate fucked me as hard as he could, but only for a moment before he pulled his cock from me. I began panting and sobbing. “Noooo!” I screamed in my head.

  “You didn’t think I’d let you enjoy that for long, did you?” Nate asked as I sobbed. I wanted to curl up and cry. I was a wreck and my emotions were winning out. With the ability to express myself came a rush of emotion. It was all I could do to keep some shred of control. It would have been so easy in that moment to lose myself completely. I could have lost myself in this game and I wondered if I would ever escape.

  The feelings I felt for Nate were deep and strong. I needed to please him. He was doing things to me no man had ever done and even though I knew better, I tried to tell myself Nate could love me back. I fought the feelings, remembering my motives and what kind of man Nate was. I could do this. I could resist my feelings for a little while longer. Soon I would be free and I could forget about Nate. At least I hoped I co
uld.

  “You’ve done surprisingly well. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ve never allowed a girl to orgasm in this room. Never. You, however, might be the first. I must say I am deeply impressed. I’m going to remove your bonds. I’ll allow you some freedom, though I’m going to chain your collar to the bed. I’m also going to remove the gag. You will only speak when spoken too. You may scream, shriek and sob all you want, but no words unless spoken too. Understood?” Nate explained.

  I nodded as he began to free me. I lay still as he did, letting him move me as necessary. I wasn’t going to fuck this up. Hearing that I was so close to the reward, made it easier. I hoped coming might help me deal with my emotions, though I knew it might only make their hold on me stronger. Finally, I was free save for the chain connecting my collar to the bed frame. Nate removed my gag and I worked my sore jaw back and forth. He stood next to the bed and gazed upon me. I could see the lust in his eyes and that made my battle all the more difficult.

  “Remove the stockings and heels, all of it. I want you completely nude,” Nate demanded and I removed my clothes. He took them from me and tossed them aside. Then he stood before me, his cock hard and wet. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too. I didn’t care where it had been. I needed to please Nate and prove to him that I deserved release. I wanted so badly to please Nate and prove myself. I wanted it for my own purposes, but increasingly it had nothing to do with me. Increasingly, this was about Nate.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped my lips around Nate’s cock. I left my hands at my sides, using only my mouth. I couldn’t think of anything more submissive than pleasuring a man with only my mouth. I looked up into Nate’s eyes and saw his look of approval. He took a handful of my thick, black hair and began thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. I took every inch forcing myself to open up to him as he pushed deeper.

  I wanted to struggle as his cock slid down my throat, but I managed to relax and overcome the urge. Nate proceeded to fuck my throat, unconcerned with my discomfort. I dared not reject him. Finally, he pulled his cock free and though I gagged, I had managed to take him as he wished. I never took my eyes from Nate’s and I saw the admiration in his eyes. It felt so good to know he was pleased with me but I was cautious not to enjoy it too much. I fought to keep the physical pleasure separate from the emotional need.

  Nate continued to use my mouth for his pleasure, sliding down my throat again. It was easier the second time and I even managed to tickle the base of his cock with my tongue as he held me against his torso. This time, Nate pulled his cock free and slapped it against my face. How wonderfully degrading. I pressed my face closer to show him how much I enjoyed being humiliated. I wanted him to think I would do anything to gain his approval. I didn’t want to admit to myself that it wasn’t just an act.

  Nate began fucking my mouth again, faster and with more force now. Every few strokes, his cock would force its way down my throat. Although I enjoyed the act, this was about Nate. This was for Nate’s enjoyment, not mine. I let him use me to pleasure himself, but I could tell he needed more than my oral attention. Soon, Nate pushed me to the bed roughly.

  “On your hands and knees, slut!” Nate ordered. No more Kimmie. I was a slut now. His slut and I could hear the affection in his stern command. I did as he wanted and Nate slammed his cock into my pussy. He took my hips in his hands, his fingers digging in painfully. I relished it. I didn’t want the tease anymore. I wanted Nate to use me fully and completely. I wanted him to take me and make me his.

  I could easily give in and let Nate have me. It would be such a simple thing. Part of me wanted that. I wanted it desperately. I knew I’d feel like this when I agreed to Nate’s proposition. I just wasn’t aware how strong the feelings would be. I thought they would be easy to dismiss, just faint longings. I couldn’t have been more wrong. My desire to give in to Nate was overwhelming. I was so close to the edge of the abyss and I wanted desperately to let myself fall in.

  Nate growled as he fucked me hard and fast. I was screaming and moaning, enjoying being able to express myself. This was no longer careful tease and measured responses. This was raw passion. Nate was using me to gain his satisfaction and taking me along for the ride. His cock was driving me wild and for a time I was able to enjoy the journey, but soon I felt the need for release. Not just the physical release but also an emotional one. I told myself that once I climaxed the feelings that betrayed me would be satisfied.

  Honestly, it was the shame that kept me sane. The shame was always there. I knew damned well that this man would use me and likely toss me aside when he was bored. My desperate hope that he might have deeper feelings, however, made me fell so ashamed. I wasn’t that stupid, but emotions had nothing to do with reason and logic. My heart told me lies. It told me my head was the problem and if I would only give in to my feelings, I could have it all.

  It was all so demeaning. Is this what I was reduced to? A silly little girl pining after an older man? I was disgusted with myself for feeling the way I did. I thought I was stronger than this. I thought I could ignore my baser instincts, but it was proving harder than I had ever imagined. I forced my emotions aside and recalled my plan. Do the job and get the prize. I could still feel the tug of my irrational longings, but my shame kept them at bay.

  Suddenly, Nate pushed me over and onto my back. The chain pulled on my collar but I didn’t care. His cock was in me again and he was driving towards his own release. He fucked me hard, holding my hips above the bed as he stood at its side. I screamed, sobbed and even dared to touch Nate, running my hand over his hard stomach. He climbed on top of me his arms under my shoulders grabbing handfuls of my hair. His warm body and his strong arms tore at my resolve.

  I wrapped my legs around Nate’s waist and my arms around his neck. He kissed my neck, shoulders and breasts desperately. I was sobbing, my need so great I thought I might burst. Nate’s cock was as hard as I had felt it and he slammed into me with a ferocity I had never experienced. He was biting my earlobe as I dug my nails into his back. I tried to replace my emotional need with my physical pleasure. If only Nate would let me orgasm.

  I wailed as my need became almost too much to deny. Then Nate looked in my eyes and said, “Beg me, you whore! Beg me for release and I may grant your wish.” I badly wanted to be his whore.

  “Please Nate, please let me come. I need to come all over your magnificent cock. You are my master, a God! Please let me feel the full force of your love. Please?” I said hardly believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. Nate looked at me, considering the depth of my words. I felt it wasn’t enough and continued, hoping to convince him. “Nate, you’re the best I’ve ever had. I’d gladly fuck you every day for the rest of my life and never come again, but I know you want to see it. I know you want to see me go crazy with lust for you. Please let me come. Not for my pleasure, but for yours.”

  That seemed to be what Nate wanted to hear. He wanted to hear that this was about him. Even my pleasure was just a show for his enjoyment. His ego would allow nothing less. “Come for me!” Nate growled. I let go and my body exploded in pleasure. I let out a long, savage scream as my orgasm took me. I was lost suddenly to the pleasure as Nate continued to fuck me. I began to cry, sobbing openly as the pleasure almost hurt it was so intense.

  Nate, not satisfied with merely letting me experience the pleasure, was on his on his knees again and rubbing my clit furiously. I could barely even cry as I gasped for air and began to convulse. This was too much. I had been denied all evening and now even the pleasure was too ragged and insistent to enjoy. Nate, however, wasn’t going to relent. He had promised that once I he allowed me to orgasm, I would end up begging him to stop.

  He pulled his cock from me, pulled me upright and shoved it in my mouth. “Fuck your pussy and rub your clit! Now!” he demanded and I did as ordered. I cried as the pleasure ripped and tore at my soul and Nate violently fucked my mouth. I wanted to stop. I wanted this to be over. My humiliation was c
omplete. Nate forcing me to come was one thing, but having to do it myself was sheer torture. I’d spent the entire night forcing myself to ignore my need, to deny myself pleasure, and now I wanted nothing to do with it.

  Nate rammed his cock into my mouth as I masturbated and cried. Somehow, I took some sick pleasure from it all. Some dark, wicked part of me craved this. It needed to be humiliated and denied. It needed to submit and I had. I had not only delayed my pleasure to satisfy this man, I had ruined it too. Nate, however, was enjoying my torment immensely. My tears and sobs seemed to drive him wild with lust. He pushed me to the bed again and his cock was in my pussy once more.

  I put my hand over my mouth and shook my head. I couldn’t take any more of this, but Nate seemed to be able to go as long as he wanted. I silently begged for this to end but Nate wouldn’t stop. He was rubbing my clit as he fucked my wet, raw pussy. He seemed to be in a world of his own, a trance of some kind, as he savagely pounded me. How long this went on, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was he had managed to take even my pleasure from me.

  Nate’s rhythm seemed to change suddenly and his grunts became desperate. He pulled from me and backed away from the bed. I knew my place, though I could barely move and felt as if I might faint, I managed to get to my knees as Nate stroked himself. His orgasm came quickly and covered my face with its thick warmth, his orgasm mixing with my tears. Nate shouted and growled as his climax raged and his cock emptied onto me. I could barely breathe as the chain pulled at my collar.

  I rubbed the sticky mess into my face and all over my breasts as Nate oozed the last of his orgasm onto me. I took his cock into my mouth and slowly pleasured him as I hugged him too me. I wanted him to tell me I had done well though part of me was thoroughly embarrassed. Nate’s hand rested on my head and he stroked my hair as I sucked him clean. I felt dizzy and still shuddered and sobbed as Nate reached down, unfastened the collar and set me free.