After fucking my mouth with slow, deep strokes until I was positively trembling with need, Rans withdrew his thumb from between my lips and changed position above me, tilting his hips forward. The movement shifted my center of balance, and I slipped underwater with an abbreviated gasp of surprise. A moment later, velvet skin over hard flesh brushed against my mouth.
Jesus fuck. He must’ve grabbed his dick and angled it down into the water, so he could rub the tip suggestively over my lips as I lay trapped beneath him. The message was crystal clear.
You’re not in control, and playtime’s over.
And, oh, part of me reveled in this final surrender. I didn’t understand why, exactly—maybe it was a succubus thing, or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in my life, I had someone I could trust with my own vulnerability. Rans hadn’t been waiting for me to fail; he’d just set the rules, and then waited for me to stop playing around so we could get on with the fucking. He wasn’t angry or disappointed that I’d decided to test the boundaries he’d set, just as he wouldn’t have been angry or disappointed if I’d swallowed his dick the moment he’d offered it.
To him, it was merely another way of exploring each other, body and mind.
With a flurry of escaping bubbles, I carefully wrapped my lips over the head of his erection. He eased his hips back a fraction, and I was able to slide up his length until I broke the surface, coughing around the solid flesh as I cleared an airway and filled my lungs. A strong hand cradled the back of my head, lifting and supporting me as he pulled out to let me breathe properly.
“Knew you’d get there in the end, love,” I thought I heard him say. “Now that we’re on the same page, maybe you can finally let go and trust me to take care of things... for once in your stubborn life. Because, believe me when I say—we’re only just getting started.”
Everything in me felt limp and needy... wrung out, yet simultaneously on edge. Rans’ fingers tangled in my hair, both supporting and restraining me as I got my breath back. When he judged that I was ready, he guided his cock past my parted lips and slid inside without hesitation. My mind went soft and blank as he pulled back and thrust in again, fucking my mouth with a slow, relentless rhythm that I was helpless to influence or control. With the oddest sense of profound relief washing over me, I closed my eyes and let it happen.
In the space of perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, I’d been reduced from a normal person with circling thoughts, worries, and a defensive wall of sarcastic bitchiness, to a willing body existing solely to be used for sexual pleasure. And god help me, it was one of the most peaceful states I’d ever experienced. Right now, I had no choices to make—no worries about what I should be doing or thinking or feeling. Someone else was looking after things. Someone else was making all the decisions. All I had to do was keep my magical barriers up so Rans wouldn’t think I was using the safe signal and stop what he was doing. Beyond that, I could lie here, enjoying the water jetting across my oversensitive skin as strong thighs bracketed me and a heavy cock slid past my lips, over and over.
Right now, nothing else existed.
Rans knew exactly how deep I could take him; knew exactly how to support me so the water sloshed at my cheeks, bringing home the vulnerability of my position with every slow thrust. Time was meaningless, but after a period of floating in that soft, serene place inside my mind, I felt his fist tighten in my hair, pulling deliciously at my scalp.
I moaned at the sensation, feeling as wanton as I ever had in my life. Rans’ hips stuttered twice; his cock swelled and pulsed, spilling his release across my tongue as I swallowed it hungrily. His thighs trembled with the force of his orgasm, but he caught himself before he accidentally dunked me again. Instead, he pulled free of my mouth and lifted my head a bit higher out of the water so I could hear him.
“Blimey,” he muttered. “You might be fucking hard work as a submissive, Zorah, but it was still worth every single minute. Look at you now.”
I licked my lips and made a humming noise of agreement, letting the words wash over me, stroking the warmth inside me into a flame. Rans swung a leg over to kneel beside me rather than straddling me. Strong arms repositioned my body to lie at my end of the tub, still bound, but with my head resting against the edge so I wouldn’t have to crane upward to stay above the surface.
When he settled his body between my bound legs, I thought he might fuck me next, despite just having come in my mouth. Instead, he leaned down and kissed me, chasing his own taste as I opened myself to the sensual assault of his lips and tongue. When he’d robbed me of breath even more thoroughly than the immersion had managed to do earlier, he started down the length of my body, his soft kisses and nips disappearing beneath the surface as the water closed over him. Again, his added bulk raised the level of the tub. I lay pliant and still, letting it lap at my chin. Distantly, I kept expecting him to surface for air as the seconds dragged into minutes.
At some point long after human lungs would
