Page 2 of A Submissive's Gift
Garrett felt such a wave of all-consuming love and lust fill him that his heart skipped a beat. He was her fiancé because she had chosen him. He was her Dom only because she offered him the gift of her submission. If he was her king, it was only because she gave him that honor. She was the most incredible, most intriguing, most innocent, and yet most complex woman on earth. The beautiful woman wearing the silly tiara might be a drama queen, but she had captured every part of him, and he would spend the rest of his life doing everything in his power to fulfill her. He was nothing without her—she was the other half of his very soul.
A half hour later, Ariel stood in their bedroom, her body being slowly revealed as Garrett drew the dress over her head, careful not to disturb the tiara. This time she was not wearing the chaste white panties she usually wore as her uniform when she was to pay for some naughtiness, as there was no true misbehavior for which atonement was required.
Their chosen lifestyle included BDSM, which assured his little masochist that he would, indeed, turn her ass into a hot, throbbing mess, but only because the love of his life needed pain to make her pleasure all that more fulfilling. However, once she’d had the erotic pain she craved, he intended to give her all the pleasure she could withstand.
Garrett’s eyes swept down her small frame, his breath catching in his throat. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the demi-cups, the black lace accentuating the paleness of her skin. He slowly turned her to face away from him and took in the curve of her spine, the swell of her hips, the roundness of her ass before he reached to unhook her bra. He allowed it to slide down her arms before he released it to drop on the floor. Running his hands up her body, he cupped her breasts. His thumbs slid across usually soft nipples that were already taut, hard points begging for his mouth or fingers to claim them.His cock strained against his jeans as her soft gasp escaped her throat with the closing of his thumbs and fingers as he captured each bud and squeezed, gradually increasing the pressure until she threw her head against him, pressing her breasts into his hands, surrendering herself to him.
Garrett adored her sound of protest as he released her, leaving her nipples to pucker even tighter. His hands moved again to first cup her buttocks before he slid his fingers into the waistband of her lacy black panties. He was aware of her every move, feeling her shudder as he very slowly peeled the last article of clothing from her.
“Cold, my queen?” he asked as he dropped to one knee to guide her feet from her undies before tossing them aside. His fingers traced up the backs of her calves until his hands encircled her thighs. Her soft sighs of pleasure turned into gasps when his fingertips moved to caress the insides of her thighs, stroking so close to the very center of her. He could easily see the signs of her arousal glistening on her thighs where it had seeped from her core, the erotic scent of her making his cock thicken.
Gooseflesh rose to pebble her skin, and he grinned when she couldn’t conceal the full-body shudder a single slide of his fingertip over the split of her sex drew from her. Garrett stood and leaned close to her. He lifted the weight of her hair away to swipe his tongue up the curve of her neck to the sweet spot behind her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth to nip lightly. Satisfied with her moan of lust, he released his hold only to give her his first command. “Bend over the bed to receive the heat you seek.”
He was so closely attuned to her that he saw her muscles contract with his words, his promise to vanquish any chill from her evident in a physical way. When he stepped back, she turned to give her king a beautiful, knowing smile as she executed a perfect curtsy.
From her position of symbolic respect for royalty, she lifted her eyes to find his. “I am unworthy, my king, but I shall try my best to serve.” Her lips twitched as she lost the battle to appear subservient, her smile indicating her desire. Rising from her curtsy, she turned to obey her king, draping her body over the bed where their delicious game would be played.
He loved the unspoken words as her very body spoke volumes. Tremors ran just beneath her porcelain skin as her body told of her hyper awareness of every movement Garrett made. Her chin planted on her folded arms, she kept her eyes forward as required, not needing to see him to know what he was doing. The sound of his belt being unbuckled had the globes of her ass clenching. The soft hiss as he slid the leather from the loops of his pants was accompanied by the slide of her juices flowing further down her thighs.
As he doubled the leather belt before taking the buckle in his fist, Ariel lifted and pushed her bottom out toward the man who would deliver the reminder he’d declared would be given every evening. The sharp crack as the first stroke was laid onto her upturned ass had her gasp catch in her throat. The anticipation was over, the teasing done. It was to be an evening of everything he knew she craved, and it had finally begun.
“One, thank you, Sir,” she counted obediently, her breath escaping her in a rush as a second line of fire fell below the first. “Two, thank you, Sir.” Her bottom began to twitch and her hips to jerk as stroke after stroke fell, her voice correctly calling out the count and thanking the man wielding the belt for the perfect, delicious delivery of each.
No plea for him to stop was uttered as she was lifted from the bed, only to be swept up into his arms and taken across the room where a chaise awaited her. Garrett arranged her on the surface on her stomach, her torso supported by the sloping arm. Her ass bore the perfectly laid lines painted on her skin which were onlypossible when given by a very skilled Dom. Her legs lay behind her, slightly parted to display the indisputable glistening of her arousal on her inner thighs. Her head lifted and her lips parted in expectation when he offered the belt to her. Ariel accepted the leather between her teeth as she watched his clothing hit the floor until he was as nude as she.
With his erection straining toward the woman he adored, Garrett ran his fingers down her cheek as she looked up at him. He thought she was the most incredible woman on earth, her green eyes soft with desire, her lips closed in an erotic kiss around the belt that had turned her ass a lovely hue of pink, six welts covering the beautiful, rounded hillocks. He was amazed at how much this small woman craved having her ass reddened and her limits pushed. The fact that she gave him her unconditional trust to take her where she needed to go never ceased to make him feel honored.
“Shall we continue?” he asked rhetorically with a smile as he traced a fingertip along her lips, before taking the belt from her, making sure she saw him unfold it, the buckle held in his hand as the end swept against the floor. “What was that your club member suggested? Oh, yes, spank until begged to stop, wasn’t that it, my queen?”
“Yes, my king,” Ariel answered, her legs parting further as her buttocks clenched.
“Your request will not be made until you’ve swallowed the warmth you told me you craved.” Fisting his erection in his hand, he slowly moved his hand up and down its length. He watched as Ariel’s eyes seemed mesmerized at his action before he stepped forward to press his cock against her lips. His pulse jumped as she lifted her eyes to give him a look full of submission, accepting not only his cock between her lips, but the unspoken challenge. He felt the first swipe of her tongue acrossthe slit to gather the leaking precum from it as his arm lifted to lay another stripe across her ass.
Garrett thought Ariel’s training served her well as she pleasured him. Though she’d have to be conscious of the strokes he was placing across her back and rear, her concentration was on bringing her Dom to climax, eager to prove to the man who loved her more than life itself that she truly honored him as the king of their home.
Garrett took his time, feeling no desire to bring the game to a quick conclusion. Ariel was indeed his queen, but she was also his submissive—a submissive who enjoyed being taken as close to the edge as possible without crossing the line into danger. The belt he wielded was not to harm her, each stroke of its full length was to allow her to climb toward the pinnacle, to reach the place where she would leap into the sky and fly. It was lifted again and again to crack sharply across her back, the tip of the leather leaving bright red marks as it bit into the tender flesh of her ass.
“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered as he moved a step closer, forcing his cock further into the heaven that was her mouth. When she obeyed, his expertise with the belt was proven as he began to concentrate his strokes to land on the very sensitive, glistening inner flesh of her thighs. Her muffled yelps and deep-throated moans at each bite of his belt told of her growing arousal.
When her hand moved to grasp the base of his shaft, he quickly stepped back. “No!” he admonished, flicking his wrist to deliver a sharp sting to her sex. Her body bucked, her legs drawing together in an instinctive attempt to protect her pussy from his attention.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch. Get those legs spread wide and push your ass up. I promised you a hot ass as you practice your skills. Give me your pussy, I want it to be as hot as your ass by the time you swallow.”
Ariel shuddered at his command. He was well aware of the coarseness of each word he spoke, but also knew the deepest part of her craved them as much as she craved his touch, both gentle and harsh. He was the one person on earth she’d trusted to confide all the dark, wanton needs that lived within her soul. He understood all that she needed and gave it to her with his total being. Her hand returned to her side, her legs slowly parting as both her mind and her body accepted his dominance. Her eyes met his as she pushed her bottom up, her sex willingly offered for his discipline. She did swallow hard in anticipation as he moved forward again, pressing more of his cock into her mouth, his cockhead nudging the back of her throat.
With the belt’s next bite, she opened her mouth to shriek, allowing him room to press further, cutting off the sound. The belt continued to warm her back, ass, thighs, and sex until she was uttering a guttural, continuous moan, her tongue never ceasing its worship of his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she drew on him, accepting his demands. As the belt rose and fell, she moved past the pain and into the embrace of euphoria that such a session induced. Without her conscious awareness, her position changed as she went to her knees, in order to spread as wide as the chaise allowed, her beet red ass lifting, her swelling sex pushed up as if begging for him to whip her harder, to take her to the nirvana she sought.
Garrett felt his end approaching as she performed her duty, her tongue taking long swipes against the underside of his cock, the tip of her tongue dipping into the slit whenever he pulled out of her throat. He gave her a final strong stroke of the belt, the sound wet as it slapped against her dripping pussy. Dropping the leather across her back, he placed his hands on the sides of her face. He pushed forward, her gag reflex not disturbing him in the least. Another inch forward drew a retch from her before he pulled back.
“Open,” he ordered, and she instantly released him, breathing deeply and blushing at the sight of strings of her saliva still connecting them as he moved one hand to press his cock to his stomach. “Suck,” he ordered, watching as her body quivered. He knew she craved being told what to do, adored every dirty little instruction, strove to obey his crude orders as her need for the deepest submission was fulfilled. He watched her tongue dart out in an attempt to reach his heavy testicles, his position making any true contact unachievable.
“Please, Sir,” she said, when she realized only the tip of her tongue could touch him. “I can’t…” she began, and then moaned when his free hand lifted the belt to deliver another stroke on her ass. She lunged forward at the blow, her mouth making contact with her prize.
“Oh, yessss… please,” she moaned as another stroke landed on her sex.
Garrett moved forward enough to allow her to open her mouth wide, taking his heavy balls into its warmth. His cock twitched under his hand as her bottom jerked with each contact of the leather. After a half-dozen, her bottom churning from side to side, he gave his next command as he dropped the belt to the floor and cupped her chin, the sensation of her tongue licking his testicles and the sight of her mouth cupped around his balls ensuring he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Release and take a deep breath while you can,” he said, his voice husky with the need for release. Her eyes were watering, her face flushed as she nodded and released his balls. He allowed her several deep breaths while he stroked his cock with his hand. Her soft whimper warned him of how close she was to coming. Knowing she would be devastated if she felt she had failed him, he knew he needed to bring her fellatio to its conclusion.
