Page 3 of A Submissive's Gift
“Open your mouth and relax your throat,” he demanded, pushing slowly between her lips and not pausing as he pressed into her throat before the last word of his order was uttered.
“This is where my queen needs to be,” he groaned, thrusting again and again as he fucked her throat. He kept her chin cupped in one hand, the fingers of his other fisted in her hair as his eyes locked onto hers, enjoying the gift of her absolute submission as he took his pleasure. His thrusts became harder, deeper.
“You belong to me. Your ass is mine to redden and to fuck, your thighs and back are mine to stripe, and the belt I wear around my waist is ready at any time to provide that reminder.” He paused as he withdrew only to allow her to take a breath before pushing deep again. “Your sweet, weeping pussy is mine as well. I adore seeing it striped, so hot and swollen but still oozing with your nectar, telling me my dirty little girl loves having her face fucked. Loves servicing her Dom.” He adored her moan around his cock and watching her reddened thighs open, her punished sex dripping onto the chaise, his words meant to drive her insane with lust.
“And, my little drama queen, your saucy little mouth is truly meant for one thing,” he said, slowly moving forward until he knew she had to force herself to relax, to concentrate on breathing through her nose as she accepted his girth down her narrow throat. “Your mouth, tongue, and lips are meant to worship your king’s cock, and your throat”—he paused as he pushed as deep as possible, her lips stretched wide around his shaft, her nose pressed into the crinkly hairs of his groin—“is meant to be fucked and filled.”
His words stopped as he began to truly use her, to fuck her as he desired. Ariel’s sex flooded, her cream leaking down her thighs to puddle on the chaise, her saliva leaking from her lips to pool on the floor as he fucked her mouth. With a final thrust and a roar, he began to empty himself down her throat. Herswallows as she accepted his tribute, drew repeated spurts from his cock. With a final release, he moved back, his cock slowly slipping from her throat and out from between her lips. “Show,” he ordered softly.
Ariel obediently opened her mouth. The absolute adoration in her eyes made his cock twitch as she obediently displayed the evidence of his with the remainder of his cum pooled on her tongue. At his command to swallow, she did so, accepting his love and his dominance as his seed slid down her throat.
“You are incredible,” Garrett praised, as he squatted down until his eyes were level with her lust-filled ones. “But, my queen, I have yet to hear the cry to stop.” He gave her a soft kiss before moving to her side, changing her position again as he sat behind her, drawing his fingers up between her legs, loving her cry as she pressed down against him. “Perhaps your silence speaks of your need to have your color refreshed,” he chuckled, removing his hand and helping her into a position that had her bottom over his lap. His hand began to rub gently across her back as his fingertips traced the marks he had placed onto her skin. Ariel’s soft groan and the parting of her legs told of her need without the use of words. “I have no wish for my queen to accuse me of cheating or denying her a proper ending to the game,” he said softly, his hand lifting only to slap down against her already crimson buttocks.
CHAPTER TWO
Though some would never understand, the two of them didn’t need to analyze why she craved this. It was enough to know his submissive needed her Dom to take her to the very razor’s edge. To experience a level of pain that others would never want to discover. Smack after smack landed on her cheeks until they were very hot to the touch. Her moans grew louder as he took a slender leg in his hand, pulling it away from her body to give her inner thigh a hard spanking until she was writhing over his knees, making it necessary for him to trap her leg under his own in order to give her other thigh its own spanking.
When his hand cupped to clap against her sex, Ariel’s head reared back, her body convulsing in that confused mixture of pain and pleasure. Understanding her need for the darkest recesses of the lifestyle they shared, Garrett gave her another half dozen swats before cupping her sex in his palm, his finger slowly sliding into her to swirl in the pool of her arousal. As he grazed her engorged clit with his fingertip, Ariel uttered the word he had been waiting to hear.
“Mercy,” she begged, telling him she was so close to the edge, leaving the decision in his hands as to whether she would be allowed to explode over his lap.
Garrett wanted to give her more intense pleasure than he could with just a slight touch. He turned her in his arms, cradling her to his chest as he moved toward the bed, quickly stripping the covers down.
He laid her on the mattress, her lust-crazed eyes locked on his as he dropped to his knees. A cry of raw primal need was music to his ears as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed until her ass was positioned where he wanted. She moaned as each movement abraded the hot, swollen skin he had just punished. His huge hands pressed her legs open, her sex displayed though he never dropped his gaze from hers.
As if accepting his silent reminder of the second part of Elizabeth’s statement, she gave Garrett a soft smile while she slid her fingers up his body until they lost themselves in his hair. “Please, my king, make me scream with pleasure until I beg you to stop.”
Smiling, he shook his head. “I think my lady has forgotten the rules of the challenge. You were to beg me never to stop.” With that, he bent forward, his tongue lightly tracing the plump, red lips of her punished sex until his queen was bucking her hips, begging for him to make her come. Garrett again took his time. He punished her at his own leisure and would do the same when bringing her to pleasure. With one hand, he spread her labia open to expose the slick, pink inner lips.
“Perhaps I should spank these lips as well.” He adored the fact that, though she had gasped at his suggestion, she was pushing up into his mouth, accepting whatever he wished to give her. Lowering his head again, he tapped the tip of his tongue against her clit, her entire body arching even higher. Pulling back, he broadened his tongue, drawing it up and down her trembling lips before darting inside her to take a taste. Garrett had no plans on doing anything but pleasuring the woman who gave him so much in both her heart and her body.
By the time he stood, she had come twice. She had filled his mouth with her own tribute within moments of his sucking her clit into his mouth and grinding it gently with his lip-sheathed teeth. Her cries of completion were incomplete before he was demanding she fly again when he pushed his fingers into her, dragging his fingertips across the soft, spongy tissues of her g-spot. Only after her entire body bowed in another climax did he then stand to push into her sex.
She gave a sharp cry at the discomfort of being stretched and filled so quickly but did nothing to stop him. He plunged again and again into her, his thumb pressing against her sensitive clit, ignoring her slight whimper as he forced her to obey his clipped order to come again, her third climax ripping through her until she was screaming his name, her legs locked around his waist as she attempted to pull him ever deeper. Garrett moved back, withdrawing from her as he opened the drawer of her nightstand and removed a bottle of lubricant before climbing onto the bed with her. His cock throbbed as it protested his departure but was ignored as he arranged her on her back.
“Oh, God, please,” she begged, her heart pounding as he pushed her legs wide and then up to her chest, lifting her crimson rear well off the mattress.
“I’m not going to bind you,” he said as he grinned down at her. “The game will be far more of a challenge if you have to remember to keep your legs spread and up. You are to hold yourself open.” His look changed, his eyes darkening with desire.
“Show me your pussy,” he demanded. His cock pulsed when her body suffused with a beautiful pink color as she obeyed, her hands gripping her knees as she displayed herself to him. “That’s my obedient queen,” he praised as his fingers moved to rub up and down across her ass, guiding her to lift up a bit more to indicate exactly how he wished her to hold herself. His eyesnever left the sight of her supplication as he flipped the lid open on the lubricant, pouring a generous amount into his palm. One hand moved up and down his erection, coating his entire length, as he dribbled more lube onto the fingers of his free hand before giving his next command.
“Spread your ass.” When she released her legs and began to turn over, he stopped her with a hand on her hip as he clarified his order. “No, just as you are. I want you on your back. You will witness me taking your ass.”
He didn’t think he could physically be harder, but at her gasp of understanding, his cock stiffened to the point of exquisite discomfort, threatening to erupt. Gritting his teeth, he said no more, simply waited for her to obey. He didn’t move a muscle as he watched her return to her back, her legs drawn to her chest as she parted them wide. It the eyes were a true mirror to one’s soul, there was a definite battle raging inside his Ariel. The pure angel was filled with embarrassment at knowing exactly what was about to occur, and the devil was dancing in unabated lust telling him she adored what he had commanded.
His cock jumped as Ariel’s hands moved down to her ass to grip her hot buttocks and spread them apart. The quick intake of breath as her gaze dropped to watch his slick fingers move to the small, puckered entrance of her anus, changed to a muffled moan as he began to press his fingers into her, pushing them in, making sure he coated her narrow passage with the lubricant. No matter what some men thought, he knew that taking the time to properly prepare her, as well as his cock, would ensure they both experienced pleasure. As her Dom, keeping her safe from potential harm was as important to him as being her lover and sinking into her back passage.
Garrett enjoyed every sound Ariel made as he spent several minutes preparing her. He pushed another dollop of lubricant as deeply as he could before he worked at stretching her entrance,filling her with three fingers, coaxing her inner ring of muscle to begin to relax.
“Oh, please,” she murmured, her body quivering, her legs trembling as she held herself open.
Garrett grinned and, withdrawing his fingers, he placed his cock against her body. Her hands moved back to pull her legs further open, lifting her ass a few more inches off the mattress in an effort to please her Dominant. Her whimper only aroused him further as he bent down between her splayed legs to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and suckling, giving it a quick bite before releasing it.
Ignoring her pleas for him to hurry, he lifted his head and shook it, as well as giving her a look of disapproval for attempting to rush him along. She groaned as his mouth descended on her other breast, licking, kissing and nipping until both nipples were so tight, her breasts so taut, he could see her trembling as she fought to keep from exploding again from nothing but the prolonged attention.
“You are such a horny little queen, aren’t you?” he asked, moving to kiss her. He swallowed her desperate moan, accepting that as her answer, before pulling away. “You display your pussy so wantonly,” he said, the color of her flush deepening at his crude words. “But that’s not what I’m going to fuck now, is it?” Ariel’s answer was given with a small shake of her head, her gaze darting to where his slick cock was evident between her uplifted and widely splayed legs. “That’s right. Keep your eyes on my cock as I sink into your beautiful ass.”
He adored the look in her eyes as they lifted to his as if only now realizing that his earlier promise that she would witness this act had been sincere. As he quirked his eyebrow, she flushed a deeper rose and dropped her eyes to where he’d commanded them to be.
