“Good,” he says, with delight in his voice. “That’s what I want, too,” he claims, as his hand on my back brings me closer once more. “Turn around.”
With shaky legs, I turn, licking my lips, as I do so. Keeping my gaze on the headboard, Sebastian uses one hand to run it down my stomach, as the other is around my neck once more.
Leaning back against him, I turn my head towards him, as he states, “It turns you on, knowing I’m going to punish you.” The hand that’s on my stomach slides down with each word, as his hand around my neck slowly tightens. “I bet your pussy is soaked just thinking about it. I bet it’s dripping, thinking about how I’m going to make you beg to come. I’m hard thinking about how red your ass is about to be.”
Moaning, as he pushes his hard cock into my ass, I almost start begging right then and there. Even if he’s barely touched me, he’s right. I’m so ready for him to touch my aching pussy, and to finally claim me for his own. In the back of my mind, I fear after tonight, I’ll never be the same, but all the lust and desire I feel, push that fear away.
Sebastian’s hand slowly slides down into my thong, and my heart begins to race, as I wait for the first touch. The moment seems suspended in time, as if someone is slowing things down on purpose. I’m so far gone into him that I don’t care what’s happening, as long as he follows through.
“Once I’m done with you, milyy pitomets, you’ll beg me to do this again and again.” He claims in a harsh tone, as two fingers slide inside my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, knowing he’s right once more.
Hearing his panting mixed with mine, I know he’s turned on just as much as me. It’s not hard to miss, especially since his erection is still pressed against me, giving me a preview of what’s to come. “Goddamn, you feel so good,” he breathes heavily into my ear, as he thrusts his fingers deep inside of me.
With each hard thrust, I suck in a breath, using him to help me stay upright. His grip around my neck pulses at the same time his fingers slide back in, and it’s the most erotic feeling. I know he could lose control, and end up hurting me badly, but I trust he won’t. What he’s doing to me, feels too good for either of us to stop.
Especially, when his thumb grazes my clit, making me call out his name again and again.
“Don’t you dare come,” he demands, and I nod, unknowing if I can hold off. My orgasm is already on the verge of taking control over me, but I’ll try to keep my control, too. It’s not like he’s making it easy on me either. God, those fingers know exactly what they’re doing, as his thumb touches my clit just enough to try and send me over the edge.
I know he’s testing me again.
Instead of getting frustrated, I let him take full control over me and my body. The pleasure he’s giving me outshines the need to do anything else. It’s freeing, giving up control. It’s liberating, knowing that he’s going to do anything he wants just to please me.
I get it now what Kendra told me once, during one of our sessions. “Subs might be submissive, Trixie, but we hold all the power. Our Dom’s will do anything and everything to please us, taking us as high as we want to go.”
What she said never really made sense at the time, because I always assumed Dom’s controlled everything. But now? Now, I fully grasp what she meant. Yes, Sebastian is controlling me, my body, my orgasm, and how he wants to move forward. However, he’s doing all of this to satisfy my every need. If I wanted things to stop, I know all I have to do is say stop.
We should probably talk about safe words.
As soon as that thought crosses my mind, Sebastian stops. His fingers don’t leave my soaking wet pussy, but instead, his fingers still, as he states, “I’m supposed to be punishing you.” His grip on my throat tightens, as he claims, “I can’t seem to help myself.”
Hearing that, makes my stomach clench hard, needing a release. Taking a risk, I open my eyes, and then look up at him. The moment I do, he huskily says, “You’re already becoming an addiction.”
The words leave his mouth, and a second later, he’s claiming mine. Moaning, as he does so, I try to hold still, but knowing his fingers are still inside of me, I begin to rotate my hips. Thankfully, Sebastian begins to move again, even harder than before.
With every dip of his tongue, his fingers thrust deep inside of me.
With every thrust of his fingers, his thumb hits my clit over and over.
My entire body feels as if it’s burning from the inside out, getting ready to combust. He’s sending me into sensory overload, with his taste invading my mouth, and all the while, his fingers continue to thrust deep inside of me. Pulling away from his addictive mouth, I do exactly, as he stated I would.
I start to beg.
“Please, Sebastian. Please let me come.”
He smirks, as if he likes the sound of my begging. Just as I think he’s going to give me permission, he stops, and then he leaves me completely. He doesn’t bother to give me a chance to catch my next breath, before commanding, “Lie face down on the bed.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I try to calm down. My orgasm was right there on the edge. All I needed was one final push, before I fell off the cliff.
That’s probably why he stopped.
