Page 66 of Submissive Lies

“Did that feel good? Because it sure seemed like it did from here…” With a voice laced with mirth, his breathing slowed, evening out from where it had been a moment ago.

I could not answer him. I simply nodded my head slowly.

“OK, well we’re not done yet, are we?”

I giggled around the gag and shook my head.

Steve chuckled, and then he lifted himself up, sweat-slick skin leaving my own as he rose back up to continue where he’d left off. He began slow, long deep strokes that stretched me back open to take his engorged cock. My pussy sucked him in, clamping down in spasms that were the lingering remains of my orgasm. His fingers gripped me as fiercely as they had before, and now I knew there’d be two sets of marks he’d leave in my flesh. His thrusting became erratic once again, hips slamming into my still burning ass one second, the next the plunges slow and going as deep as he could inside me. I knew he was close. I could feel it in every inch of him that pushed against my walls, in the grunts of exertion as he drove himself to reach his own peak. And when he did, when eventually the final lunge came and he sank as far into me as he could, the exclamation he let loose nearly matched mine, a groan that rose in pitch until it was almost a shout.

“FUCK!”

I felt his orgasm pulse inside me. A rhythm that matched the throbbing of his cock as he came. As if I could feel his heartbeat in each one. That one shout was followed by sounds that became rumbles that tapered off to the noise of his labored breathing as he came down from his orgasm.

“Jesus Christ…” He leaned down against my back, sweat mixing with mine, his breath warm against my neck. “I am seriously out of shape to be fucking a sub as incredible as you. You damn near killed me!”

My laughter was a choking wheeze around the gag, but I knew Steve could feel it in the way my back quaked beneath him. A long moment went by where we simply lay there together, and then Steve rose up. Without warning his hand came down and smacked my ass. Hard.

“Think that’s funny, do you?”

“Oo srr!”

“Uh huh.” I could hear the grin in his voice, even though I couldn’t see him. For another moment he stayed there, still hilted inside me, and then he was pulling out. “Let me get rid of this, and then I think I’ll just leave you here spread open for me while I take a little nap.”

My back arched, and I twisted my head to look back over my shoulder towards him.

“AAaat!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a disobedient sub.” He shook his head, but the smile I saw was nothing short of complete satisfaction. “If you hadn’t worn me out so much, I’d have to seriously consider whipping that ass of yours again.”

Which sounded absolutely fine by me.

Later, spreader bar and the gag gone, he nestled me in his arms on the bed, my head buried into his chest. The words of praise he lavished on me were a low rumble that I caught in bits and pieces while I drifted lazily in a pool of decadence. My ears had burned red as he went on, and finally I slid up and kissed him hard to make him stop.

“I’m not that good.”

“The fuck you say.”

Steve cuddled me. He fucking cuddled me, nuzzling into my hair, brushing fingers lightly over my skin, peppering my neck, cheeks, forehead, and eyebrows with kisses. And while I might have wanted a bit more of what he’d done earlier, I had to admit this was nice too. I had almost drifted off when he picked me up in his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. He never put me down, but held me tight even as he awkwardly got the shower going, waiting until the water was warm and steam filling the room before he stepped us both in.

I gave a little groan as he set me on my feet, holding and caressing me until I could barely stand.

“Mmm… someone had a good time, didn’t they?” Steve’s voice was a pleased growl in my ear as the warm water beat against my skin. He held me close, holding me up as I burrowed into him, returning my own pleased murmurs.

“Yes, sir. I did. This is so wonderful.”

He kissed the top of my head, drawing in my scent. “You are fucking incredible, Jen. You really, truly are.” He enveloped me in those arms, and I pulled him tight in mine.

I wanted this. Him, all of it, everything. I didn’t want it to end.

Later, when we lay in bed together, I had time to think. Snuggled tight to his chest, his fingers idly stroking my hair, I reflected on my past. I’d once had an entire playroom full of toys, devices, and kinky accoutrements to play with. And yet right now, here in bed with the still lingering taste of rubber in my mouth, the sting of rope marks on my ankles, nothing from the old playroom seemed as distinct in my memory as these new things did now. What Steve had cobbled together from found items put it all to shame. At least that was my perspective as I pushed into his chest, eyes closed in contentment. Everything about what he’d done felt perfect. Was perfect.

And I regretted nothing.

Even as a tiny part of me realized that this was all going to end soon, coupled with the heaviness of what awaited me when I returned home, I couldn’t find the slightest feeling of regret within me. All I could do was revel in this moment. I was me again. The me that I liked, that liked and loved what I’d done over the last two days and nights. And I knew right now if I had the opportunity, I’d do it all over again. Without a moment’s hesitation.

I liked Steve. I cared about him. He was a good man, and a fun, sexy, and wonderfully skilled Dom. I knew that once everything in my life was sorted out the way I knew it would need to be, I would always remember him. And even though there were a few moments a part of me tried cobbling together a way that I could be with him, in the end I knew it was nothing more than a fantasy. There was little chance beyond the next four days for us to be together. Like this. When this was over, what I would have were memories, fond ones I would cherish even long after we’d both moved on and, hopefully, found someone else.

We slept together that night, and it was the wake-up call I’d set when I’d first arrived which roused us. I rolled into Steve after I’d set the phone back into its cradle, watching him as his eyes opened. The smile he gave me grew from one of muzzy warmth to pleasure, and then to a devilish grin as his arms pulled me in, wrapping me close.

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