The only problem is, I’m going crazy with unsatisfied desire, right along with her.
Chapter 2.
“Emily is beautiful. In this, I do not speak of the body. She is naturally generous and giving. She will spend her life striving to make you happy. It is in her nature. Does anyone deserve such a gift?”
– André Chevalier
~~~
Em’s skin shines with perspiration, her beautiful cunt is eager, ready and swollen. Her body craves me. After a week of relentless tension, constant foreplay, cuddling and teasing, she’s aching for my cock. She lies restlessly before me, her body stretched taut as a bow, frantic for release.
I push my tongue inside of her, lapping up her sweetness.
Emily mewls and her body shudders. “Paul, please! Don’t stop!”
I smile. Oh yeah. She’s so fucking hot for it.
I stroke her thighs, calming her. “I’ll take care of you.” I run my tongue from her slit to the edge of her swollen nub. She pants and calls something unintelligible in response.
“You’re dripping, Em. I’ve never seen a woman so damn wet and ready. We might need to change the sheets later, or we’ll both be sleeping on the wet spot.”
“Paul!” Despite her arousal, she chokes on a laugh.
“Mmm – you taste much better than that damn cake," I growl. "There’s more cream right here between your legs, than in our dessert.”
Earlier, I’d taken her out for a romantic dinner in a ritzy restaurant. Our meal ended with me feeding her Black Forest cake for dessert. God, it had been so intimate, so sexy, feeding her by hand. She’d been resistant, at first. She’d laughed and joked. Having me personally nourish her made her feel inexplicably embarrassed and shy, even though we’d been in a dark corner, with no one looking on.
I want that innocence. I want her purity. I want to turn Emily into my utterly obedient slut.
Breathless, she writhes and moans and gasps with pleasure.
Lapping at her folds, I circle and come near but never make contact with her quivering, eager clit. I push two fingers inside of her. Her muscles tighten and her hungry, swollen channel sucks them inside, gripping me like a vice.
I mutter a soft curse.
Holy shit. My little rabbit is so damn ready.
Thrashing, Emily gasps and groans. Her dark pupils are so dilated. Adrenaline pumps through her. Tears of desperation run down her cheeks.
My cock jerks and I stroke it for a moment with a warm palm. With an appreciative chuckle, I curl my fingers, massaging her G-spot. It’s a reward for her wanton performance.
“Please, please, please,” she chants repeatedly, in a rhythmic, almost singsong intonation. It’s her mantra, her song of need. I love making her frantic and off balance.
Emily’s nipples stand up so hard and erect, I can see them from where I kneel between her legs. Those beautiful, swollen breasts of hers must ache. Her hot, red clit burns – radiating heat like a furnace.
Em pants breathlessly as tears of frustration continue to flow. The relentless, exquisite pleasure I’m giving her, is translating into pain.
Good. I like pain.
“Shush, shush, my sweet girl. Soon,” I say to reassure her. I praise her and tell her how much she’s pleasing me. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, explaining over and over, how hard I’m going to make her climax and how I intend to reward her.
“You know what I’m going to do after I allow you come?” I ask.
She moans something that sounds like, “No,” or maybe “What?” Thrashing her head from side to side, her hands pull frantically at the sheets.
“I’m going to fill you with my cock,” I say. My voice is rough with lust. “Then I’m going to fuck you, harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.”
“Ahhh!” Her core clenches on my fingers and I immediately pull back. Perfect. She’s so desperate to have me inside of her empty cunt.
I’m good at this form of torture, creating short, sharp vaginal contractions that give no relief. I’m also good at persuading Emily to take what I give her, despite her obvious discomfort.
It’s in her nature to please me.
A good Dom is able to seduce consent from his willing submissive. I’m a good Dom. In time, she’ll learn to love all my kink. Even my darkest fantasies.
There’s only one person in charge when it comes to sex and that’s me. Smiling, I press my entire face against her, my lips, my teeth and tongue. This excruciating agony of her ecstasy is exactly what I want.
Her clit is standing upright. Thick and enlarged, it pulses with blood, as I watch it desperately reach toward my mouth. I can’t get enough. Just like Emily, her clit is begging for my attention.
“Please, Paul, please,” she calls out again, on the ragged edge of orgasm.
I chuckle with wicked pleasure. My warm breath passing over her beautiful cunt makes her squirm. “Shush. You can come when I’m good and ready. You know that. You don’t want to come without my permission, do you?”
“What?” she says, her blue eyes are glazed with passion and desire. Her brows furrow, as she slowly processes what I’ve said. A wry smile curves her lips. We played this game before in Cabo San Lucas, and maybe she’s remembering that.
“No, Paul,” she says breathlessly, “I don’t want to climax without your permission. Why? I have no idea. But I’m kind of at the end of my rope here. If you don’t mind, I’d really appreciate it if you’d throw me a bone. Please? Please, may I come?”
“You ask so nicely,” I chuckle. I love to hear her plead. It’s important that she learns her first lesson: her pleasure is at my whim. But as much as I’m enjoying myself, I also want to fuck her. It’s time for me to allow her release.
I reach my hand up to manipulate one taut nipple. I roll and pull it, gently at first and then harder. I stretch it outwards and pinch, giving her short, sharp bites of pain. Her tight feminine channel gapes enticingly, craving my cock.
Emily is dripping and her scent perfumes the air. She’s as wide open and ready as she can be.
I enjoy picturing her hungry, empty hole calling out, begging for me to fill it. Right now, that hungry little cunt of hers is so full of blood and swollen with arousal, that she’ll be as tight as a virgin’s ass when I push inside.
My cock twitches just thinking about it.
Using my other hand, with exquisite care, I caress her and push my index and middle finger deep, only stopping when my hand is hard up against mound, and can’t go further in.
“Yes,” she cries and her back bows. “Oh, thank you.”
Jaw clenching, I smile with compressed lips.
Emily’s channel sucks me inside, gratefully welcoming me into her depths. I understand her primitive needs – probably better than she does. Sliding two fingers in, in and out of her, I curl them upwards to reach her G-spot, moving and scissoring, creating forceful, divine sensation.
Her hips tilt and gyrate. I hold her down with my weight, while her body thrashes and her breath comes fast and hard. The feel of my hand on her tender breast and my fingers inside of her, combined with my lapping at the rim of her greedy, hungry hole is all too much for Emily.
The sound she makes is between a sob and a scream. She’s right on the very edge of release. Tears course down her cheeks. I’ve broken her restraint and self-control completely. She’s helpless and pliant to my will. Right now, I could probably do anything I want with her.
Power and pleasure hum through my veins with that thought. There’s so much that I plan to do with Emily. This unconscious knowledge beckons to some internal darkness.
I can feel the Beast in me rise up, wanting to take over. I battle to keep it in line. I must remain in control. If the animal slips off its leash, I could lose Em. I can’t risk that. She means too much to me.
The Beast knows no boundaries, no rules. The animal inside of me is pure hunger, pure need. It lurks in the back of my mind, waiting for me to let my guard down, if only for a mo
ment. Then it will come roaring out. The Beast is savage – wonderful and powerful. I love it… and I hate it. It’s the only thing in my world that’s capable of genuinely scaring me.
“Come for me,” I order her, using my most compelling Dom voice.
I close my wet, hot mouth directly over her clit and bite her right there in a soft, caressing nip. I follow this immediately with gentle, rhythmic sucks. My tongue curls, licking around her nub, my hands squeeze her flesh.
“Ahhh!” Emily writhes and thrashes. I continue to suckle, pressing firmly against her mound. Her clitoris throbs and pulses with blood. It beats as fast and hard as her racing heart.
Exploding in full throated shriek, she shatters forcefully.
“Paauuulll!” she cries out, in the throes of convulsions. She howls, bucks and moans. Her whole body bows. I keep my mouth on her, riding her and continuing to lick while my fingers pump, easing her through her euphoric bliss.
Immense satisfaction fills me. God, I love it when she screams my name during climax.
Aftershock tremors shake her. Now it’s my turn.
My cock throbs and drips with pre-cum. I feel as big as a house, I’m so aroused. I stand and position myself to penetrate her, stroking my aching hard-on back and forth against her soaking folds. Emily moans. Her eyes shut tight, as she absorbs the sensation.
“Open,” I order, tracing the pads of my fingers along her full lips, spreading her essence over them.
Her mouth parts instantly and her whole body quivers in her desire to obey me.
Emily’s obedience is addictive, like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins. Her submission is a gift that thrills every part of my conscious awareness, body, heart and soul. But it also feeds the darkness of the Beast within.
I want to use her in every way possible. I want to bind her, and flog her, and fuck her in every needy feminine hole. I long to master her completely.
Her eyes flutter with surprise and then open wide as I push two fingers between her lips and on to her tongue. I work them back and forth in a crude rhythm, enjoying fucking her mouth.
Surprise gives way to longing. There’s urgency in her expression, her eyes blaze with hunger. My balls tighten as she begins to suck greedily, as if it is my cock that is filling her hot mouth. Her skin flushes pink, she whimpers with arousal.
I smile, because I know that she’ll climax again. This time will be with me deep inside of her.
Leaning down, I remove my fingers, trailing them down her neck. I curve my palm around the column of her soft throat, my thumb just under her jaw. Emily gasps from my possessive grip. Her pulse pounds rapidly beneath my hand, fluttering like a trapped bird.
Her eyes lock to mine as she raises her chin. She stretches her neck out, submissively accommodating the width of my palm.
What is she communicating here? Perhaps she’s excited by the idea of a collar?
I search her face, studying her expression and trembling body, trying to read her. For an unconscious moment, my fingers flex around her vulnerable throat. Her whimper is loud in the quiet of the room. Her lips part and her eyes brighten with what? Arousal? Shock? Fear?
My cock hardens further as I imagine tightening my grip on her lovely throat. A rush of longing rockets through me, surging over me like a tidal wave. The idea of controlling every aspect of Emily, including her ability to breathe, takes my own breath away.
Fuck. I mentally curse the Beast within. Don’t go there.
As if stung, my hand quickly pulls away from her throat and jumps to her shoulder.
The gears shift in my mind. Attempting to slip back into the guise of normality, I press my lips against hers in an open-mouth kiss and groan with pleasure. I put everything I have into that kiss, opening myself up to her, heart and soul. It’s as if this one kiss alone, can show her how much she means to me.
I love this perfect woman. She’s perfect for me.
Emily tastes like the honey-musk essence between her legs. Mmm. My hands run down her arms as I cover her with my body. I cuddle against her, rejoicing in our closeness. I press hot kisses over her cheeks, her eyes, throat and her neck.
Again, I have an overwhelming urge to mindlessly use her, to ravish her pliant, feminine body. I restrain myself because I want to please her.
Tonight is supposed to be about making love.
It’s something I don’t have much experience with.
Chapter 3.
“Deceit is a barrier to intimacy.”
– André Chevalier
~~~
Being truthful with one’s partner is BDSM 101. I’m always completely honest with Emily, I never lie to her. However, there’s so much that I’ve never told her about myself. Not because I particularly want to hide these things, but because she isn’t ready to understand who I am.
Even Emily’s rather formidable, Mount Everest-size devotion for me wouldn’t be enough to keep her, if I told her everything now.
The truth is that I have rather ‘sophisticated’ sexual tastes. Okay, other terms for them might be, ‘perverse,’ ‘depraved,’ ‘sadistic,’ or simply over-the-top kinky. But rather than hitting my poor little rabbit with everything all at once (both literally and figuratively, by the way) I intend to take things slowly.
She’s aware that I’m holding back, I’ve certainly given her enough hints. In time she’ll beg me to allow her to fulfill my darker desires.
“Tell me what you want,” I say in a quiet, yet harsh demand, while I run my hands over the curves of her breasts, neglecting her nipples.
My hard length presses against her heated, moist sex. Even my most subtle movements make her moan. Her next orgasm will be even better, because this time, I’ll be deep inside of her.
The desire to be stretched by a man’s cock is natural for a woman. That’s what vaginas are meant for – they hunger to be filled. Nothing satisfies a woman like the feel of a man inside of them. Not a vibrator, nor a mouth, or fingers. It’s probably some genetic or visceral craving, based on the primal urge to procreate. Women are empty. They need to be filled… preferably by a thick, hot, stiff male cock.
I focus on Emily, while keeping a firm grasp on my own control. I’m supposed to be ‘making love’ to her. Am I making love? I take stock. I haven’t hurt her. No cuffs, no toys. And I’m taking this slow and thinking only of her pleasure.
After an anxious moment, I decide that I am. That relieves me.
She’s zoned out a bit, her eyes clouded with sensual overload. “Tell me what you want,” I repeat.
“Oh, God,” she gasps as her mind struggles through her sexual haze. Her blue eyes are dilated, dark and desperate. They glisten with unshed tears.
“I’m waiting,” I say.
“Please, Paul. I want your hands on me, I need you!”
“Do you want me to fuck you, Emily? Do you need me to stretch and fill your tight, hungry little cunt with my cock?”
Her whole body shivers from these erotic words. I’m teasing her because I like her helpless to her desire. I want her to admit her urgent craving for me and for my dick. But my own control has unfortunately run out. I really need to come.
“Yes, Paul, yes! Do me! I need you inside me now, please!”
That’s all it takes. Jaw set, my teeth clench as I struggle for control. I hook her legs in my elbows, pull her ass up and spread her wide. Powerful need claws at me. My dick twitches. Jesus. I’ve waited too long.
“I’m sorry, rabbit,” I bite out in a hoarse voice. “I wanted this to be special for you, soft and slow, but I just can’t do it. I have to have you, right now.”
Emily grins and her blue eyes sparkle mischievously. My confession snaps her out of sensual fog and brings the woman I crave back to herself. “Yay,” she says, incurably cheerful. “Go for it. Take me hard and fast, baby. There’s nothing I want more.”
Even aroused to my bursting point, I still manage to laugh out loud. I’ve always been too damned solemn, too serious and restrained. I
blame it on the Beast within and my darker moods and desires.
Emily’s lighthearted and naturally upbeat by nature. She’s so good for me.
I’ve never understood the desolation and emptiness I’ve always felt inside. Before Em, I didn’t realize how unloved, unloving and alone I really was. Surrounded by people, I had no awareness that deep inside I was actually lonely.
It was as if I saw everything in black, white or grey.
Now that we’re together, my world is full of fun and vibrant color. Until I discovered my love for Emily, I didn’t know what I was missing.
I can’t screw this up, I remind myself. I need her.
“I love you, rabbit,” I say gruffly and this surprises me. Not that I love her – I knew that already. I’m surprised at how easily this perfect truth slips out from my lips.
Emily is the only woman I’ve said those words to.
In fact she’s the only person I’ve said those words to. My parents weren’t big on effusive demonstrations or declarations of love.
And me? Well, I’m not a lovey-dovey, touchy-feely person, except during aftercare. A powerful scene with a willing sub always seems to loosen something inside. Other than those times, I’m emotionally cold and distant. I’ve never been demonstrative. I tend not to like, or trust people.
In contrast, Emily seems to genuinely like everyone. I’m selfish and can be cruel and unfeeling, but she draws out a softer side of me. A fun and kindhearted side that I didn’t even know I had.
“I love you, too,” she whispers.
Our eyes meet and a frisson of attraction passes between us. It hits me like a punch to the chest. What is this connection we have? For the first time in my life, I care more about someone else, than I do myself.
I’d kill anyone that tried to hurt her.
With one hand, I guide the head of my aching dick between her tender folds and notch it at her opening. When the tip of it touches her heated flesh, I’m unable to prevent a long, low groan. I have a ton of self-control, but I’m well at the end of it.