Page 78 of Secret Submission

Sometimes, she needed to think, but sometimes, her head got in the way of her heart, overthinking the things that she knew deep down. Fear didn’t help, either. She was afraid she’d picked poorly again. She was afraid her parents would only ever see her as an extension of the man she was with. She was afraid she’d find herself trapped with someone who cared more about appearances than about her.

But Connor’s motivations were totally different, and deep down, even when she’d been in the middle of questioning everything, she’d known that. She didn’t expect him to do everything right all the time, but tonight, he definitely had—from letting her choose where and when to talk, to immediately apologizing and showing that he understood where she was coming from.

John would never have.

He wouldn’t have even acknowledged he’d done something wrong, much less be self-aware enough—and aware enough of her—to know what he’d done wrong. Or maybe he was, but he’d certainly never admit that he was in the wrong.

With time, and probably more therapy, she’d hopefully be able to work through the triggers she had around the gaslighting and toxic bullshit he’d put her through.

Maybe it was a low bar—to not gaslight her, to apologize, to think about how to make things better in the future—but she still felt like Connor deserved a reward tonight.

Connor

Holy fuck, Julie was killing him.

Flat on his back, wrists bound to the headboard, a vibrating plug up his ass, his dick was hard as a rock, and the slow glide of her lips up and down the shaft wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted, needed, more. Harder. Faster.

The vibrations in his ass were a low steady thrum that tingled through him without giving him the stimulation he really needed. Just like her mouth, it was nothing more than a tease at the moment.

Her hands pressed down on his hips. Despite their size difference, it was surprisingly hard to thrust up the way his body felt compelled to do when she was pressing all her weight down on one spot. There was nothing he could do but whimper and groan as her mouth slid tortuously slow down his cock again, tongue flicking against the sensitive underside, then back up to slide around the mushroom head.

“Fuck… please, Mistress…” The headboard creaked as his arms pulled, tugging on his wrists.

Instead of moving faster, she hit the button on the remote.

Connor cried out as his ass clenched around the toy, shuddering with the sensations that coursed through him in response. His dick jerked in her mouth, but it still wasn’t enough to get him off.

Soft hands cradled his balls, then her grip tightened, squeezing and tugging hard enough to send a snap of pain whipping through the growing pleasure. It hurt so good. Connor gasped, trying to thrust up again. He wasn’t consciously trying. It was a bodily response he couldn’t help, even though he wanted to let Mistress Julie have her way with him in whatever manner she wanted.

Her mouth slipped off him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to impale herself on his cock… but then she turned.

The view of her slick, dark pink pussy lips filled his vision as she got her legs in place on either side of his head before lowering her pussy to his mouth. Eagerly, he latched on; all the pent-up energy from being sensually tortured finally had an outlet.

He felt her moan around his cock as his tongue slid up the center of her lips, the sweet and salty flavor of her body exploding in his mouth. Connor went after her pussy like a starving man, using his tongue and mouth to expend his sexual frustration.

He felt her move atop him, felt her shudder and redoubled his efforts. It also gave him something to focus on other than her mouth moving up and down his cock. Not that he wanted to focus on something else, but he had to if he was going to keep himself from cumming before she told him to.

Especially when the vibrations in his ass turned to pulses, making every muscle in his body tense at the sudden change in sensations.

“Fuck.”

He moaned the word into her pussy, which muffled the sound, his toes curling as he struggled against the need to release. A soft hand gripped his balls, tugging on them hard enough to send a shot of pleasurable pain through him, keeping his orgasm just at bay.

Whimpering, he felt his body trying to lift up beneath her. He sucked her clit into his mouth, suckling furiously against the sensations coursing through them. Despite her thighs on either side of his head, pressing against his ears, he could still hear her moan as she started to rub her pussy against his face, riding his mouth.

Fuck, yes.

Even the air he was breathing was pussy scented, and he was drowning in the pleasure of it.

When she pulled away, lifting her pussy away from his mouth, he groaned in protest. He hadn’t been done.

She moved down his body, still facing away from him, so she could impale herself on his dick. Connor liked seeing her face, but there was also something about the view from the back as she sat down on his cock, her hand still tugging on his balls, adding to the sensations.

The pulsing in his ass changed again, the vibrations starting low, then revving up higher before dropping and rising again.

“Oh, fuck…” He spasmed in reaction to the stimulation. If she didn’t give him permission to cum soon, it wasn’t going to matter because he wasn’t going to be able to hold it back much longer.

Still facing away from him, Julie started to ride his cock, the slick heat of her pussy easily gliding up and down his length, her muscles squeezing him, tugging on his balls. Connor made a strangled noise as his hips thrust upward into her, shuddering at the effort to keep from coming. The hand on his balls made it particularly difficult as they tightened against her grip, the base of his spine tingling.

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