Take Me: A Collection of Submissive Adventures. Victoria Blisse

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      It was only after he was satisfied that he began to undress himself. He took his time removing his jacket, his shirt, his trousers and, finally, his underpants. Alice watched, spellbound, as bit by bit he revealed his lean, athletic body, his broad chest and muscular thighs. When his cock sprang free at last she began to tremble uncontrollably. Tears blurred her vision and a lump formed in her throat.

      She was baffled by her response. She wanted him desperately. She’d been attracted to him from the very first moment. Now she was here, stripped and bound in his hotel room, and he was about to fuck her. She was exhilarated and frightened and she could feel her sex dampening with nearly unbearable desire. Why on earth was she crying?

      Her companion was eyeing her curiously, as though amused by her emotional display. At last he sat beside her and placed one warm hand against her chest.

      ‘I can feel your little hummingbird heart,’ he said softly. ‘Are you really so afraid?’

      ‘Not afraid,’ she managed to choke out, ‘it’s just … I don’t know. It’s …’

      ‘Intense?’

      She nodded, grateful to him for supplying the word for her. ‘Very intense. I’ve never –’

      He stopped her words with a kiss and she melted into the taste of him. His tongue entered her mouth, warm and velvety. When he drew away at last, she was calmer. Her heart no longer felt like it would leap from her chest and her trembling had subsided. Now she merely felt foolish, like a child unprepared for grown-up games.

      He leaned his head down to her ear and whispered, ‘Let go.’

      She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, eager to obey, eager to be taken wherever he would take her.

      ‘Was that a yes?’

      ‘Yes,’ she echoed, her voice a hoarse croak. And when his brow furrowed slightly she added, ‘sir.’

      ‘Good girl.’

      He kissed her again and she closed her eyes. Every show of dominance made her sex throb with longing. And now, as his hands began to explore her naked flesh, she gave herself over to him completely. She was his. His to use as he saw fit, his to play with however he wished.

      She moaned as he kneaded her breasts, tweaking the nipples into stiffness before placing tingling little kisses on them. He drew his fingers down the length of her body and she writhed as he gently parted her thighs. A flush of embarrassment burned her face as he peered closely at her, inspecting her. For a moment she became fretful, wondering whether she had shaved closely enough, whether he was pleased with what he saw, wondering how she must measure up to others. Then he touched her and banished all her worries.

      His fingers stroked her plump pink lips, slipping easily over their eager wetness before entering her. She gasped and threw back her head, straining against the ropes. The expert knots made her feel both trapped and secure. She wasn’t going anywhere; she couldn’t. He could do anything he liked to her and even if she could have resisted, she knew she wouldn’t. His absolute control freed her from both guilt and responsibility.

      Her hips seemed to move independently as he pushed his fingers deep inside. She clenched around him, urging him deeper, begging him with her body for more. When he manipulated her cervix she whimpered softly at the strange sensation but she didn’t want him to stop. To her surprise she realised that she wanted even more. She wanted him to penetrate her so roughly and deeply that she would feel it for days. She wanted the ropes so tight her hands went numb.

      It was almost impossible to believe she was here like this, burning with hunger for this dark stranger. It wasn’t like her at all. She had never been a particularly passionate lover; nor was she what anyone would call reckless. But this man had awakened something in her. Something lustful and primal and yet shockingly submissive.

      An image sprang into her mind then. She saw herself kneeling naked at his feet, her face resting lovingly against his polished black boot, her back scored with welts from a lash, her hip branded with his initials. His slave. His plaything. His property to do with however he saw fit. The strange fantasy startled her as much as it excited her and she moaned hungrily as she pushed her hips forward, a wordless plea for him to take her, fuck her. She had never felt so aroused in her life.

      At last he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself above her. She met his eyes and her breath caught in her throat. It was finally going to happen. Without prompting she murmured a single word and felt his cock harden even more against her sex.

      ‘Master.’

      She expected him to enter her in a single violent thrust but he surprised her again by taking his time. His eyes gleamed with sensuous cruelty as he made her wait, teasing her by putting himself in a bit at a time, inch by slow inch.

      Alice had never known such overwhelming desire, had never even known it was possible. Without the ropes she would have been clutching him, driving him deeper inside her, demanding that he fuck her harder. But he was the one in control and it was more intoxicating than anything she had ever experienced.

      After what seemed an eternity of teasing he finally buried himself inside her, slamming into her and making her cry out with complete abandon. His powerful thrusts awakened every nerve in her body and she thrashed in her bonds, further stimulated by the knowledge that she couldn’t escape. She hooked her legs around his, pressing herself as tightly into him as she could while he filled her, engulfed her, transported her.

      Soon she was screaming, with no thought about who might hear her. Nothing mattered but this moment and the incredible pleasure she had never dreamed possible. She yanked at the ropes to heighten the sensation of helplessness as she drowned in the waves of a devastating climax.

      His own followed soon after and he growled her name as he stiffened and quivered and emptied himself into her.

      Afterwards they both slept, but he did not untie the ropes.

      * * *

      Her bondage became a ritual. Days passed and she found she couldn’t sleep without being tied. If she needed the toilet in the night she had to wake him so he could untie her. As soon as she was done he restrained her again.

      Sometimes he woke her in the night to fuck her and sometimes she would lie awake hoping he would. She would turn onto her side and angle her bottom against him, writhing against his cock until she felt it harden. Sometimes he indulged her, sometimes not.

      She never dared to ask his name. He was only ‘Master’. And each night she gave herself to him, completely and utterly.

      * * *

      Alice blinks herself awake as the spray of the shower draws her reluctantly out of her memories. She feels his absence like a wound, one that only heals while he is with her and reopens each time he leaves. The hot water burns where her skin has been bruised or scratched and she imagines that he is here, washing her clean so that he may dirty her again. Her body is his canvas.

      Her soapy hands stray down between her legs, but her fingers can never make her feel the way his do. His seem capable of tearing her apart.

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