Page 28 of Secret Submission

The worst only because he couldn’t do anything he wanted to do. The best because not being able to do anything allowed him to completely relax and enjoy himself. It didn’t matter what he wanted to do—or, at least, it mattered to her, but he didn’t have to think about it. She was going to take care of it… take care of him. The weight of responsibility for her pleasure had been completely taken off him—she was going to make sure he pleased her.

Not that he was able to think about that for more than a few seconds. Mistress Julie started sinking down on his cock, and all the thoughts flew out of his head. He groaned, thrusting up into the soft, wet heat of her pussy, pushing deeper. It was like she weighed nothing on top of him, her body lowering to meet his, his upward movement going unchecked as she took him within her.

“Oh God…”

“I think you mean ‘goddess’,” she corrected in a murmur, her hands pressing against his chest as she rose up and then sank down again.

Connor could only moan in response as the hot, slick pleasure rolled over him, taking away his thoughts and his words.

Woman on top had always been his favorite position, even before he’d realized it was partly because he liked the woman in charge of her own pleasure. This was different from any other experience, though.

With vanilla women, they might enjoy being on top, but they still expected him to be in control often enough—using his hands, moving them, thrusting beneath them. Submissives even more so, constantly checking to make sure he was enjoying himself and that they were doing what he wanted.

Mistress Julie just did exactly as she pleased, taking what she wanted—and what she wanted was the whole of his cock. She sank down onto him, gasping a little when the head bumped against her cervix before she’d quite reached his groin.

“Damn, you’re big,” she said, flexing her fingers on his chest, the tips ruffling through his chest hair. His cock ached as she clenched around him. “It’s a good thing I like that feeling.”

He didn’t have a chance to ask what feeling before she was rising and falling over him again, coming down hard enough to make herself shudder when he filled her up again.

Oh. That feeling.

Yeah. He fucking liked that, too.

Julie

Connor was too big.

At least his dick was in this position. There were other positions that wouldn’t cause him to completely bottom out every time they joined together, but Julie didn’t care. She liked the feeling of him coming to the end of her, the sensation of his cock bumping against her cervix again and again. It hurt, but it felt good, too, like she was as full as she could possibly get.

She knew that it wasn’t a sensation every woman enjoyed, but she always had… she’d just never experienced it with a real cock before. While she’d been with other men who were well-endowed, Connor was the most endowed.

“Fuck!” He jerked against the restraints again as she sank onto him, making her wonder exactly what he would be doing with his hands if she hadn’t cuffed them to the bed.

Hearing the wood creak every time he pulled on them made her clench around him. All that power, all that strength, all tightly leashed just for her. Flexing her thighs, she moved up and down, riding him at the pace and rhythm she wanted to, using him for her own pleasure and enjoying the way he writhed beneath her in response. His panting groans were coming faster as she moved, his body rippling underneath her.

It was a little like riding a stallion or a bronco. She didn’t always have full control… he was able to lift her up when he lifted his hips.

Wild and exhilarating. That’s what riding Connor was.

She kept her hands on his chest, her breasts bouncing as she moved, breathing heavily from the exertion as their mutual pleasure grew. Digging her nails into his flesh, she curved her lower legs around, her ankles pressing down on his thighs to help her keep her balance. The effect was that he wasn’t able to thrust upward quite as easily, giving her fuller control over their movements.

“Mistress… please…”

“I like the way you beg,” she murmured, scratching her nails down his chest. Her own orgasm was hovering just on the edge of her senses, but she was holding it back the same way she was making him hold his. “Beg me again, Connor.”

“Fuck…” He groaned. “Mistress, please, I need to cum…”

Her body shuddered, pussy clenching around the thick shaft filling it, and she slammed herself down on him again. The head of his cock mashed against her cervix, taking her breath away at the fullness of the sensation, the impact of his dick against her insides.

“Come for me, Connor.” She moved her hands to his nipples, pinching them hard and making him yelp. “Come for me.”

She moved again, up and back down as she spoke, and he let out a hoarse cry, his hips thrusting upward to meet her stroke. Liquid heat billowed inside her, his cock throbbing and pulsing against her clenching muscles as she let her own pleasure run free. Wave after wave of intense ecstasy washed through her, accompanied by the hot spurts of his cum flooding her.

It was a damn good thing she was on birth control because he was so deep inside her, he was practically cumming in her womb.

“Fuck…” Julie sighed with repletion and slumped over atop him, panting, her head coming to rest on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding, her head lifting with his breath, as they both quivered in the aftermath.

His chest was a little damp, but so was her cheek.

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