Page 85 of The Southern Submission

“Telling yourself you’re a strong, capable woman who kicks ass, is an incredible writer, and has a hot body shouldn’t be difficult when it’s all true,” I remind her with a rumble to my tone that she loves, given the way her back arches and one knee pops, her foot coming off the ground and smoothing along my leg, needing connection. Normally, I position her on my lap in some manner so we’re touching for intimacy during the pain, but tonight she needs to experience this on her own.

“It’s hard to take myself seriously when I say those things,” she protests.

I surprise her by tugging on the plug in her ass, getting a moan and quickly swatting a cheek when she relaxes. She yelps and grinds against the sofa, looking for friction. That’s my good fucking girl.

“You’ll do better next week or you won’t get my cum,andI’ll make you do the affirmations to me instead of by yourself,” I threaten, rubbing my palm over the pink handprints blooming on her ass.

She whimpers, unhappy about the ultimatum. “Fine, I’ll do them.”

I bend down and bite her delicious cheek. She squeaks but quickly presses back against me when I stay low, pulling her open and lapping at her soaked core. I groan at the taste as I eat her from behind until she’s squirming, teetering on the edge. I pull back, denying her the orgasm she’s searching for because she didn’t complete her tasks, but I’m willing to reward her for agreeing to work harder.

“Mmmm, that’s my good girl,” I growl against her. “Somehow, my fiancée tastes even better than my girlfriend did.”

She’s moaning and writhing, pushed up onto the back of the sofa with her arms so she can grind against my face. I stand and press her back down over the sofa and spank her ass again. Her cry is one of total pleasure and she widens her legs, looking for friction for her clit. I press the plug with my thumb and drive two fingers into her silky cunt, stroking her as I slap her ass again, feeling her clench around me. “There you go, baby, you’re so close.”

“More, please, Daddy,” she whimpers.

“You’re so sweet and obedient for me when you want something, Princess. But I want you dripping and pathetic. Make a mess and show me what my future wife looks like begging to come wrapped around my fat cock.” I spank her again and she cries out, pleas for more and harder falling from her gorgeous lips in a beautiful chorus of passion while her pussy clutches my fingers as she loses control.

“Oh, fuck,” Ainsley whimpers, her legs shaking as I stroke her through her release. She’s dripping now, just like I told her, my hand coated in her mess. It takes everything not to drop to my knees for her again and lick her clean like a juicy Georgia peach.

I pull my fingers out of her spasming cunt and suck them clean. I wrap my arms around her and yank her against my chest, letting my hands roam along her warm skin. I trail my fingers up to her face and pull the blindfold from her eyes. She turns her face toward me, blinking as I remove the belt from her wrists.

“I want you free for what’s next. Go stand in front of the glass and let me look at you.” I step back to give her room to move away from the sofa and instantly miss the warmth of her against me. I’d attach this woman to me if I could. Let her siton my lap and warm my cock through all my meetings, cling to me like a cute little koala bear, hold her in my arms so I can smell her neck or hair when I need a hit of her intoxicating scent. Fucking obsessed is what I am, and damn proud of it.

She takes wobbly steps to the window and turns to look at me with a devilish smile. There’s my bratty baby girl. So much for the obedient good girl. She got off and now she’s testing boundaries.

“Show your future wife how you crawl for her, Payton.” She’s confident, holding out her hands and beckoning me closer.

Oh, girl.She’s waving a red flag in front of a bull with that request. I’d do anything for her. All she has to do is ask, but we haven’t engaged in power exchanges much due to the demands of our dynamic and her comfort levels. I’ve always been the Dominant, the top, in our relationship because she needed it. But this? I can fucking do this.

I drop to my knees, feeling the hard floor beneath the fine wool of my trousers, keeping my eyes on her as I crawl to my fuckingqueencoming into her power now that she’s wearing my ring and agreed to become my wife. It doesn’t take me long to cross the space and end up at her feet, where I bow and kiss up her legs from her toes to that glorious pussy that has me so enraptured I’d do anything for her. I’m so fucking hard with this switch in our roles. I’ve known she’s capable of topping, if she wanted to, since the night we went to Dionysus and she looked like my hot teacher fantasy, but she’s always enjoyed bratting and submitting to me more.

I stay on my knees as I bury my face in her pussy and show her how I worship the single greatest thing in my life. She rocks back against the window and grips my hair, a moan escaping her as I spread her thighs wider and nudge one of her legs ontomy shoulder for better access. I feast. I know her body so well at this point that each moan, every tensing of her muscles, and each intake of breath that she holds feels like my personal map to unlocking the pleasure chest waiting for me. Her legs go rigid, shaking as a release grips her and travels from her pointing toes to her center and goes off like the Fourth of July with her needy screams and bucking hips that grind into my face. I suck her clit and take her through the climax, easing her down with soft licks to her pussy, and wait for her hazy eyes to open and find mine with a shaky smile.

Now it’s time to flip it back to what she needs and continue our work to get her out of that beautiful, busy brain of hers and help her let go so she can quietly experience the feelings, new situations, and emotions that are overwhelming her. I have to top the top that suddenly rose up in her. I stand and spin her, pressing her against the window, her wrists raised above her head in my fist. She gasps, the cold glass a shock to her flushed skin and sex-disoriented brain.

“You liked me worshiping at your feet, didn’t you, my queen?” I ask, kissing her neck as she presses against me.

“Yes.” She sighs, her warm breath fogging the icy window. “You’re beautiful on your knees for me, my love.”

I groan into her hair, my hands moving down to my pants. I unzip and push my boxer briefs down far enough to free my cock. “You know I’ll get on my knees for you whenever you want, Princess, but I think you’re desperate for my cock and you want me filling his greedy cunt more. I’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy and wreck you tonight.”

She whimpers when I lift her up, holding her with one arm, and slowly pull her down onto my cock so she feels each of my piercings, a moan slipping from her lips when our hips meet. She leans her face against the glass and presses her hands atshoulder height as I wrap her legs around my hips for support so I can hold her waist and pump into her tight cunt with abandon. She’s small enough for me to throw around and use like the fucktoy I love and I take full advantage. I angle her hips back, slamming into her before pulling out to the tip, her breath fogging up the glass around her face as she cries out with each thrust.

“Oh my God,” she screams, her pussy clenching around me as I bottom out.

“Take it, baby, fucking own me with this tight pussy, my beautiful, filthy whore. You feel so good, my favorite set of holes.” I’m holding it together by a thread, keeping up as much of the degradation and praise that makes her moan and grip me tighter, but I’m not going to last long the way she’s strangling my cock. Seeing her pretty pink pussy stretching around my cock every time I slam into her and her engagement ring flashing when her hand moves is unraveling every thread of control I possess. This glorious woman is mine.

“Oh, Daddy, right there, please don’t stop,” she begs, her legs tightening around my hips in our contorted position.

I support her weight on my thighs and move a hand to her clit, circling as I continue to fuck her. Soon, she cries out and clamps down on me, her orgasm rolling over her like a tidal wave and dripping down my cock as shesquirts.Fuuuck. The tight grip and the knowledge that I did that to her send me barreling over the edge. Pressing her against the window, I barely catch myself on one hand, burying myself balls deep as I come harder than I have in my life.

“Fuck,” I swear, holding her tightly as my cock jerks and she squeezes me dry. When I can see straight, I carry her back to the sofa and fall back into it, Ainsley in my lap, still on my cock, with our cum spilling around our thighs. I love the way shewears it.

“I hope you pay the cleaning crew well,” she quips dreamily, her breaths coming in fast pants as she leans into me. “We made an absolute mess out of that window and the floor. If that happens when we get engaged, I can’t even imagine what the mess will be like when we get married and I’m your wife.”

My wife.I want that. I laugh and hold her closer, stroking her hair and nuzzling her neck to start our aftercare. Of course she’d make jokes after the best sex and most explosive orgasms we’ve experienced in our three years together. That means I did my job. She’s processing and no longer overwhelmed.

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