Page 93 of For the Sub

“And your cunt?”

“That, Sir, is fine. Honest.”

“In that case, please get on all fours. I want to play with your glorious breasts while I fuck you from behind.”

Her insides liquefied.

The combination of his intense stare and the authority in his tone were a lethal combination.

Beneath his formidable weight, the mattress sank a little, and she turned her head to look at him, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

“Oh, Sir.” She sighed. “You look hot.”

He held his thick cock in one hand.

Just looking at his powerful thighs and broad chest made her even hungrier.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.

“My pleasure, my beautiful Brandy.”

Placing one hand on her hip to hold her steady, he pressed his cockhead against her opening.

As he eased into her, he grabbed a handful of her hair, his fingers on her scalp.

This position was raw and primitive.

It had never been her favorite before, but it was now.

“Keep still.”

“Sorry, Sir.” She hadn’t realized she’d arched her back, seeking his powerful penetration.

“My pace. Match yourself to my will, sub.” He began to rock them, and he pressed in deeper and deeper each second.

The fact he imprisoned her made the sensations all the more overwhelming.

Eventually, after taking his sweet, agonizing time, he was all the way in.

“Stay perfectly motionless. Feel where I begin and you end, and then more. That place where we are perfectly one.”

He kept her where she was for an endless amount of time, and a gamut of emotions crashed through her—impatience, desire, confusion.

Though she’d been around the lifestyle seemingly forever, she hadn’t experienced anything like this.

Finally, she was still for long enough to transcend her turmoil, and she submitted to him, body and soul.

She became aware of the width of his cock pulsing inside her, the strength of his grip and the rhythm of his breath.

Connection.

If he wanted to keep her here forever, she’d do it without question.

When he began to move, her whole body was aware of him.

He started with short strokes, and by the time he lengthened them enough to pull out and thrust all the way back in, her pussy was drenched. “Oh, Sir.”

“You’re mine, beautiful Brandy.” He released her hip. “Remain as you are.”

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