Page 63 of Stripping the Sub
Her lips popped open immediately as Michael unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He was achingly hard and he knew he wouldn’t last long… but taking care of his needsnow meantmore endurance for round two.He didn’t hesitate to press his cock to her lips and groan as she immediately sucked him in, her hot, wet mouth sliding over his sensitive skin as she tongued the underside of his cock.
Careful not to pull, he slid his fingers through the long strands of her hair and pressed themagainst the back of her head. He thrust his cock forward, sliding into her throat, and when she didn’t gag or try to pull away he let himself go. She sucked hard as he fucked her mouth, his hands pressing against the back of her head, using her mouth for his pleasure.
The glazed lookin her eyes as she stared up at him seemed to grow more submissive by the second as she swallowed him, the slight squirming of her body giving away her discomfort from the large plug stretching her ass. She was filled at both ends, and Michael could see the effect it had on her in every one of her movements. Moving his hips harder, he shoved the tip of his cock into her throat, groaning as she swallowed convulsively, massaging the sensitive glans.
His head fell back as he pulled out and thrust in again, this time pressing her lips against his groin and crying out as his balls tightened and exploded… his cum poured down her throat into her belly, her tongue rubbing against the underside of his cock as if trying to coax out every drop.
It was fucking heaven… and they had barely gotten started.
Chapter 15
Bliss. She was feeling pure bliss.
No hesitation. No worries. No tension. No awkwardness.
Just bliss.
Her ass was throbbing around the huge toy, reminding her she’d given herself over to Michael, reinforcing his dominance over her, while her pussy throbbed in an entirely different way as if expressing the rapture which came with submitting. The carpet beneath her knees was soft, cradling her, allowing her to kneel before him as hot cream slid into her. Her pussy lips felt swollen between her thighs, her body craving more from him despite the intense orgasm he’d wrung from her.
There was still pain and pleasure to be had.
When he began to pull his softening cock from her mouth, she followed with her lips, reluctant to let him go completely.
His fingers massaged her scalp. “Kneel back, good girl.”
She obeyed, her body humming as the toy in her ass shifted again.
“Would you like a beating, Ellie?” His fingers rubbed against her skin through her hair, firm and pleasurable, making her feel even more melty.
“Yes please.”
Her body was bubbling over with pleasure now; she needed the pain to balance her out before she turned into a pile of goo. A craving for the dark burn of a whip rose up inside of her, making her pussy quiver all over again.
“Stand up, beautiful.”
Placing her hand in his, she managed to stand on wobbly legs with his help. When she swayed slightly, he stepped forward, letting her lean against him and use his strength as he began unlacing her corset. Ellie wanted to moan again as she nuzzled her nose against the soft cotton of the black shirt he was wearing, feeling the bristles of his hair through the fabric and inhaling his scent. She clung slightly to him as the corset shifted and relaxed around her body, making her feel like she really was about to melt now that the stiff boning wasn’t holding her in and upright.
Pulling the corset free of her body, Michael rotated their bodies so Ellie’s back was to the desk; she felt the wood press against her bare ass as Michael pushed her skirt down her thighs. The fabric slid down her legs to pool around her feet, leaving her completely naked.
“Can you sit up on the desk?” Michael asked, holding her just above her hips, his dark eyes flickering with anticipation. His pants were still open, although they stayed in place, framing his softened cock with black leather. Ellie couldn’t help but flick her eyes over his body, before looking up into his eyes and nodding.
He helped lift her up onto the desk, holding steady as she whimpered, leaning forward as the huge plug pressed up inside of her as her weight came down on her ass.
“Breathe through it,” he said soothingly, running his hand down her back, waiting until she was ready to lean back away from him. Her breath came in little hitches as the plug created a deep ache inside of her, unlike anything she’d ever felt before.
“Okay,” she said finally through swollen lips, her body fizzing and popping. “I’m green.” Michael nodded, acknowledging her placement on the color scale. She moaned a little as she sat upright, but it wasn’t a bad moan. It was the kind of moan that started deep in her belly and vibrated out of her throat because her lower body had just clenched hard.
Chuckling, Michael slid his hands from her back to her sides and then up to her breasts, cupping and kneading them gently as she carefully leaned back, placing her hands on the desk to take some of the weight off of her ass - and therefore off of the base of the plug. Her legs were spread so he could stand between them, making her feel incredibly wanton. Even though she wasn’t bound, she couldn’t move with any kind of quickness as long as she was plugged, and in order to sit comfortably she had to keep her hands on the desk and lean away from him - or her hands on him and lean towards him. It was as effective keeping her in place as ropes or chains would be.
“One day, I’m going to spend a lot of time torturing these pretty breasts,” Michael said, his voice almost conversational as he squeezed the soft mounds a little harder. “I’m going to bind them at the base, spank them, and cane them hard enough to give you some stripes for a few days. And then I’m going to fuck them.”
Ellie’s breath was coming harder and faster as his hands worked her sensitive flesh, ending with a deep groan at the final image his words imprinted in her head. Her breasts, swollen and reddened, striped with welts, with his cock sliding between them while she whimpered and writhed, unable to achieve her own orgasm as he focused on her chest… when he came, the salt from his cum would sting her welts and sensitive skin, only adding to her needy arousal.
“Not today though,” he continued. “Today you’re too distracted by that big plug in your ass, so I think we’ll just stick with some clamps.”
She didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed. He had a point after all. With so much of her focus on the massive plug, she wouldn’t be able to focus or fully appreciate any kind of attention elsewhere. Everything was going to end up blending together in a delightful symphony of pain, unless he wanted to focus exclusively on her ass this evening.
Which she wouldn’t have a problem with.
