I knew a side of you, that no one else had ever witnessed. I knew that behind that innocent, sweet exterior, beneath your vivacity, and confidence, buried deep within your soul; she lived within you. I could sense her, peering back at me, when I lost myself in your eyes for the first time. Your inner submissive. That part of you that yearned to relinquish control, ached to gift me the power, screamed out to be used and directed. I did not rush, I was in no hurry. I talked to you for months on end. I studied you, microscopically. I needed to know what made you tick. You needed to know what I was capable of. Throughout all of this, it had been building between us, that unmistakable electricity. That filthy, animalistic urge, to fuck. Now was that time, this is what we had both been working towards, each time we met and conversed. Today, you would be mine.
I met you after work, at my favourite bar. As you entered, gliding towards me, your gorgeous hair tumbling down onto your fulsome breasts, that smile that could stop my heart in its tracks; I drew a deep lungful of breath. “You are so amazingly beautiful, Princess!”, I emphatically compliment, before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on your luscious lips. Pulling the stool out, so you can take your seat. “I really need a glass of wine, Sir. It’s been a really tough day!”, you remark. “No wine tonight, Princess. I need all of your senses alive”. With that, I order two sodas from the bartender. “Tell me about your day, baby”. Leaning in, I delicately stroke your soft cheeks, locking my eyes onto yours, “I’m listening”. You tell me about all the stress at work, how colleagues had let you down, how glad you are to be with me now. Smilingly, I instruct you, “Tonight, Princess, I will quiet your mind, you will serve and concentrate only on me”. With that, I take you by the hand, and lead you to the exit.
The short walk back to mine, goes by in what feels like the blink of an eye. As we enter, I give you a tour of my home. Stopping in my bedroom, you meander around, admiring my possessions. Suddenly, you are aware. You can feel my hungry eyes trained on you. Like a predator, perfectly still, awaiting the perfect moment to attack my prey. You turn around, to meet my ravenous gaze. Before you know what’s happened, I’m on you, as if I’ve covered the length of the room in a single stride. Without a word, I grab you powerfully by the throat and pin you to the wall. As you struggle to catch your breath, your heart thundering in your chest, I lift your skirt and force my hand into your panties. Your silky, warm cunt, is already sodden with desire. Leaning in to you, I questioningly whisper, “Why are you so wet, you filthy whore?”. You squirm in my strong grasp, unable to answer, as I increase the pressure on your porcelain like neck. “Answer me! Why is your cunt such a fucking drippy mess?”.
I rip your clothes asunder, my hand still around your throat as I do, I begin kissing you incredibly softly, barely connecting with your lips. “I’m going to use all of you, slut! Not an inch will I spare!”, I growl. Your pupils dilate, and you simply nod your agreement. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, I force you onto your knees. “Open!”, I snarl. Looking up at me, you smirkingly reply, “Make me!”. CRASH… I bring my hand powerfully down, connecting sharply with your beautiful face. “Do as you are fucking told… NOW!”. You comply, and open your mouth. Forcing my engorged cock deeply inside, I begin to take your throat. Powerfully thrusting my swollen lust into you, relentlessly and without restraint. You cough and splutter, as your spit runs down my shaft, coating me completely, and spilling down onto your voluptuous tits. Tears stream down your cheeks, turning you into a gorgeous mess. Dark streaks of your mascara edge their way down towards your delicate chin. I repent, releasing you from my cock. Finally free, you gasp, desperately drawing breath back into your heaving chest.
Lifting you off the floor by your hair, I throw you backwards onto the bed. “Open your legs, Princess!”. We both know that you are going to fight me. I learned a long time ago, that you want me to take you. You desire being overwhelmed and overcome. “No!”, you goad me. CRASH… CRASH… the painful impact of my strong hand on your tits, sends the beautiful depravity of pain soaring through you. Your cunt throbs and pulses. Yet, still you refuse. Climbing on top of you, I push your arms into the restraints attached to the bed frame. You wrestle and struggle beneath me, while I mockingly laugh at you. We both know I will win, that’s the whole point of this. Hands finally secured, your ankles follow soon after. I kiss you passionately, desperately. “Now, you are going to behave, Princess. You’re mine now!”. That pretty smile erupts on your face. “Yes, Sir. I submit to you. Use me as you wish, Sir”.
Kissing my way gently down your body, I linger on your tummy. I know this is your least favourite part of you. But, you will learn, I want all of you. Every last bit. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I make my way down to the hot mess between your legs. My cunt. Lapping at you as if my life depends on it, I quickly bring you to orgasm. Your body writhes, thrashing wildly, as your orgasm swallows you whole. But, I have no intention of stopping. I’m hungry, and I want more from you. Your second orgasm strikes, “OH… FUUUUUCCCK… thank… you… Sir!”, you screech loudly. Raising my head, my face covered in the sweet juices of your satisfaction, I lift myself above you. “Beg for it, slut!”. Overcome with pleasure, you are in no mood to feign defiance. “Please, Sir… please take me…”
Ferociously, I slam my throbbing cock into you. Filling you entirely. Throwing your head back, you groan. With each thrust, deeper, harder, more powerful than the last, I lay claim to you. “You are my slut, you are my Princess!”, I growl through gritted teeth. I, myself, completely overcome with the animalistic need to have you. Our bodies buck, and spasm, contorting with joint pleasure. Your breathing quickens, my cunt convulses, pulsating rapidly around me, as I continue to slam into you again and again. “Please… please…”, is all you can muster. “Cum for me, Princess!”, I demand. The guttural cry emits from you, as you are lost, drowning in the waves of your satisfaction once more. With one final, back arching thrust, I explode inside you. Collapsing on top of you, both fighting to catch our breath, my cunt still hungrily massaging every last drop of my seed from me. I release you.
Pulling you into me, I place your head on my chest, and begin to lightly stroke your soft hair. “You are amazing, Princess. I worship you. Thank you for serving me”. Lifting your face gently to mine, I kiss you. In that moment, I feel like the luckiest man alive. “Let’s lay for a while, and then I’ll run you a bath. I want to bathe you, love”. You smile at me, “Thank you, Sir.”
A short story by @fantasies-of-a-dominant . Copyright 2018
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