Page 25 of Sweet Surrender

While she watched, I reached down to what already strained against my zipper, demanding to be freed. Her gaze lowered, and she watched me stroke myself through my pants, biting her lip harder than before.

Was she hungry for my cock?

She would have to wait. Her eyes widened as I approached, but she stayed still, holding her ground, almost like she was daring herself to stand firm under the force of what was undeniable.

I continued rubbing my bulge, reaching for her with my other hand. The first contact of my fingertips made her shiver as they gently grazed her jaw before trailing down her slim neck and across her collarbone. She swayed slightly, leaned toward me, and gave herself to me.

All at once, I cupped one of her tits, my touch now rough and possessive. Her surprised gasp ended with a sigh. She was made for me, that much was obvious. All she needed was someone who knew how to handle her.

Forgetting my painfully erect dick, I reached out and pulled her against me, sinking my fingers into her ass cheek until the leather of her pants squeaked. Her wide eyes met mine, full of questions and desire, but she offered no resistance as I backed her against a long bench jutting diagonally from one corner of the room.

Taking her by the hips, I spun her around, pressing a hand against the center of her back to position her across the bench, ass in the air. She sucked in another surprised gasp when I yanked her pants down to her knees. Her legs were bare, her skin covered in goose bumps. She tensed at the touch of my hands against the back of her thighs, and for a moment, it was enough to tease both of us, to leave her hanging and full of questions.

There was so much we could do.

So much I wanted to do to her.

The presence of a table full of dildos, vibrators, and other toys made my imagination race. I backed away, admiring her creamy ass cheeks and the red lace thong that disappeared between them. Perfect, succulent, and all mine.

For tonight, anyway.

It was gratifying that she stayed in place, waiting for me while I perused the toys. Aside from a glance over her shoulder, she didn’t move, something I would have to reward her for.

But first, I caressed her ass cheeks with the end of a riding crop. There was something hypnotic about the sight of the black leather against her white skin. It wouldn’t be so white for long.

She tensed at the first tap against her cheek. I gave her time to adjust, striking the other cheek, moving back and forth, increasing the force a little at a time, warming her up and turning her flesh pink. It would be sensitive now. Sure enough, when I offered the softest caress, she released a moan. Now that the blood rushed to the surface, she would feel everything so much more intensely.

“Shh…” I reminded her, adding a sharper strike to drive the point home. She gasped but took it, and I tested her by using the same force again and again, seeing how far I could take it before she broke and cried out. It was clear she wanted to, but she went no further than a strained whimper while I turned her ass tomato red. It seemed strange that I would be proud of her, but I was, smiling by the time welts began to rise over the formerly smooth surface.

The real fun started when I stroked her ass with a featherlight touch. Her back arched like she’d been shocked, and her hips rolled in circles. The sensation would be unbearable by now, and her shuddering breaths and shaking body betrayed the almost painful pleasure I subjected her to.

It wasn’t enough.

She needed more.

She deserved more for submitting so beautifully to me, bending to my will without saying a word.

She flinched when the buzzing started, then sighed as I ran a small vibrator over her quivering ass. I was careful to keep it away from her crack even as she arched her back to present herself, silently begging me to offer relief. Instead, I teased her thighs and cheeks until she was shaking from the effort of holding herself back. By the time I ran the tip of the vibrator between her ass cheeks, her juices glistened even in the dim lighting.

She’d soaked through her thong.

Slowly, I lowered the lacy scrap, leaving it around her knees along with her pants before tracing her plump, moistened lips with the vibrator. Her breathing was quick, ragged, her ass moving up and down as she tried to find relief from the tension by forcing me to touch the vibrator to her clit.

Fuck, I could smell her arousal, could feel the heat of her pussy by the time I trained the toy on her swollen bundle of nerves.

I was her god, and right then, I held her life in my hands. That was how she would feel as I toyed with her, pulling back whenever she was too close to coming. Her high-pitched whimpers drove me deeper into pleasuring her.

Did she think that would earn her sympathy? My soft chuckles made her whine, a sound that was cut off when I pulled the vibrator away entirely. She settled down, stilling immediately. She was getting the message.

Rewarding her obedience, I pressed the vibrator tight against her clit, turning up the intensity until the sound nearly drowned out her harsh breathing. That was the only sound she made until the tension broke. She came silently, shaking from the effort before going limp over the bench.

We weren’t finished.

Not even close.

Sliding the vibrator through her slit, I spread her juices from clit to asshole before plunging the vibrator inside her still-quivering cunt. She gasped before going still, sucking in one ragged breath after another. I didn’t know if she was building to another orgasm or if she hadn’t yet finished the first. She was lost in sensation, that much was for sure.

I ran a thumb around her puckered asshole, adding to that. I wouldn’t take it, but I enjoyed letting her think otherwise, applying pressure with the pad of my thumb while working the vibrator in and out of her dripping sheath. Fuck, she was hot, pushing back against me, grunting softly. A work of art, and all for me.

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