Page 65 of The Dommes

I’m scared. I’m shaking. The handcuffs are vibrating against the bed because I’m shaking so hard. No, you don’t understand. I’ve never done that before. Nobody’s ever gone there with me. They’ve never tied me up, blindfolded me, made me their possession.

Why do I want it so much?

“I want you…” I feel like I’ve gone mad. This isn’t me talking. This is that interloper inside my mind who is laughing, carrying on, and telling me that this is what I really want. “I want you, Ira.”

It’s done. She’s inside me.

I’m so ready that it’s like nothing at all. She’s deep, so deep, just sitting there, enjoying the sight of me reacting. She groans. She shudders. She’s practically laughing.

Damn her. And damn me!

When she begins to move, I nearly cry. I don’t know what I’m crying about. Fear? Relief? I don’t care. Tears are falling beneath my blindfold, but I can’t bring myself to pay attention to them. Because Ira Mathison is fucking me from behind, her hand pulling my hair, making my scalp hurt. She shoves my head into the pillow, all my moans muffled as she plows between my legs, grunting and talking so dirty.

“Tell me you don’t like this.” She slaps my ass, and I sob, my body loving it so much while my mind screams in ecstasy. “Tell me you don’t want me fucking you until you’re mine.”

I can’t bring myself to say that… because it’s not true.

“Take it, Katie. Take it and love it.”

She pushes on the curve in my spine, which makes my ass bump the air, angling my inner canal so she can split me in two.

The asshole wasn’t kidding. She’s going to tear me to pieces.

It hurts. Between my sore ass and the way she’s moving, I can barely stand the pain. The glorious, beautiful ache that takes over my brain and purges it of everything I’ve felt in my life.

It’s so good. It’s so hot. I give myself over to it.

Why not? It’s happening. I can’t turn back. I’m living in this moment, with this woman who defies every societal norm as if it’s another day, another breath. She’s inside me, on me, taking me and having me for herself.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I thought I knew what it felt like to have someone penetrate me. Somehow, though, everything feels… more intimate.

Forbidden, but intimate.

“That’s it.” Ira spanks me again, and I groan into her pillow. I’m groaning from everything and anything happening to me at this point. “Surrender to me.”

Surrender.

That’s the word I’m looking for. Surrender. Give. Bestow. Sur-fucking-render.

It’s like she’s caught me after a long, arduous chase. I’ve been run down, trapped in a corner after fleeing something I know I have to do. My knees dig into the bed, hair pulling at my scalp and painful pleasure ripping through me like electrical sparks hitting every sensitive place. Ira pulls out and then rams the Avalon in, my pussy rendered perfectly useless to anything else.

I feel it approaching. The moment I come, the moment I surrender.

I know now. All of this is for me. I asked for it. I wanted to know what it felt like to give in, to surrender.

Over ten years of having regular sex, and fuck me, this is the first time I’ve felt this aware of every part of my body.

Ira’s hands grasp my hips, driving into me. Sometimes I prop myself up and feel my nipples caress the bedspread. Other times she pushes my face into the pillow, pounding into me like a machine. A steady, rhythmic machine that knows what the hell it’s doing.

My whole life I’ve been like a wild steed. Doing what I please. Taking what I want. Avoiding the civilized world because I refuse to be tamed. The more Ira fucks me, the more I feel myself being lulled into security, into the idea that this isn’t so bad after all.

I hear it all. My arousal punishing the Avalon. The grunts in her throat. My heart pounding in my ears. I have no control over anything, not even my hips. I’m completely at this Domme’s mercy. And I like it.

Everything is pulsing. It’s so hot that I moan against my handcuffs. Heat, heat, heat. I know she’s indulging in my inner heat. It’s getting easier and easier to take what I’m offered.

I’m surrendering.

Just as I feel myself on the edge of losing it, of jumping headfirst into orgasm, Ira pulls out of me and shoves my ass over. I think she’s done. Did she climax and I was so wrapped up in my own world I missed it? No. I would have felt that for the first time in my life. Instead, she’s uncuffing me, ripping the blindfold off my head, and rolling me over.

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