Page 27 of Strength in Submission
"Be a good girl and wait," I command, my voice gentle but firm. "Show me you can follow instructions."
"I'm trying," she gasps. "It's so hard..."
"I know, baby. But you can do it. For me."
I continue the relentless stimulation, bringing her right to the edge and keeping her there. Her skin is flushed, a sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light of my bedroom. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire fucking life.
When I feel her control slipping, I withdraw my fingers completely. She cries out at the loss, her hips chasing my hand.
"Please, please, please," she chants, desperate now.
"Since you asked so nicely..." I reach for the vibrator, turning it on to its lowest setting. "Let's see how you handle this."
I press the vibrator against her clit, and her reaction is immediate and intense. Her back arches off the bed, a long, low moan tearing from her throat. I move the toy in small circles, watching her face contort with pleasure.
"Color?" I check.
"Green," she gasps. "So green."
I increase the setting, watching her climb higher. She's magnificent like this, uninhibited, completely at my mercy. When I sense she's close again, I remove the toy, earning another frustrated cry.
"Sir, please," she begs. "I need to come. Please let me come."
"Soon," I promise. "But first, I need to be inside you."
I retrieve a condom from the nightstand drawer, rolling it on quickly. Then I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.
"Tell me you want this," I demand, needing to hear the words.
"I want this," she says immediately. "I want you inside me, Sir. Please."
I push forward slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size. She's tight, incredibly tight, and the sensation nearly makes me lose control right then. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to thrust all the way in.
"Fuck," I groan as I bottom out. "You feel amazing."
"So do you," she whispers. "So full..."
I begin to move, setting a steady rhythm that has her moaning with each thrust. With one hand, I untie the quick-release knot, freeing her hands from the headboard but leaving her wrists bound together.
"Put your arms around my neck," I instruct.
She does as she's told, the position bringing her upper body closer to mine. I slip one arm beneath her, angling her hips to deepen my thrusts. The change in position has me hitting that spot inside her again, and she cries out, her hands fisting in my hair.
"Yes, right there," she gasps. "Don't stop."
I increase the pace, driving into her harder now. The room fills with the sounds of our pleasure—her moans, my grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin. I can feel her getting close again, can feel her beginning to pulse around me.
"Sir," she pants. "I'm going to?—"
"Not yet," I growl, though I'm close myself. "Look at me first."
I pull the blindfold off, wanting to see her eyes when she comes. It takes her a moment to adjust to the sudden light, but then her gaze locks with mine, dark and desperate.
"Now," I command. "Come for me now, Violet."
Her release hits her like a tidal wave. Her back arches, her eyes roll back, and she screams my name—myrealname—as her body convulses around me. The sight and feel of her coming undone is too much, and I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep as I empty into the condom with a groan.
For a long moment, we stay like that, panting, trembling, still joined. Then I carefully withdraw, disposing of the condom before returning to massage her wrists gently, checking for any marks or signs of discomfort.
