Misty's Stories
Giving In by Misty
Giving In
SCENE ONE
Their eyes met across the crowded, smoke filled room. The noise surrounding her ceased to exist and she felt drawn to him. She could not look away -- he held her trapped within the intensity of his gaze. He knowingly smiled and began to slowly make his way toward her. Someone intercepted him and for a moment he challenged her to look away, then turned his attention to the intruder. She stared for a short time, then turned and tried to ignore him. Suddenly she felt Him staring at her, she couldn't resist and turned around. A shiver ran through her at the look in his eyes. He was angry. At first she couldn't fathom why he was upset. Finally, it dawned on her. She had met the challenge and looked away. She smirked with the knowledge of her own power, reveled in it. When she looked at him again, his increasing displeasure was obvious. Now she felt angry. He had no right. He continued to hold her gaze captive and slowly she deferred to his obvious power. She felt the first warm flush of sexual understanding and trembled in excitement. She became demure and lowered her eyes acknowledging his strength. Now he continued his journey across the room. He closed the distance between them in seconds, moving with the lithe grace and stride of a confident predator. She shivered in apprehension as she watched him close the distance, unable to move.
Finally, he reached her. Stopped just in front of her, but she wouldn't look up at him. He smiled at her, happy that she acquiesced so quickly and forgave her for the momentary show of strength. Slowly he reached out and touched her chin, lifting her face up until he could look in her eyes. She shivered at the knowledge she saw there. He could see the questions she had (how is this possible, how does he, what's happening) and could feel her uneasiness. She trembled again and cast her eyes down, trying to lower her chin, but he wouldn't let her. A short war enthused, then finally she looked at him again, giving in. His lips curved into a wicked smile and his eyes promised her all the delights she would come to crave. He turned her and guided her from the room, his hand on the small of her back. Somehow she had no power, no will of her own, blindly following him.
SCENE TWO
As they stood in the foyer of his home she looked poised for flight. He compelled her to look at him. She felt his gaze and fought a war within herself. When she looked at him there was fear of the unknown in her eyes. He called her Angel and softly asked her to trust him. Angel truly wanted to stay; she just didn't know how to tell him. He knew this and was willing to wait a little longer for the prize would be great. Why did he just stand there and wait? It seemed forever to her. Finally, he said all you have to do trust and submit. I know you want to. I can smell you. She quivered in need, but still could not say the words. She wanted him to just take her so she wouldn't be responsible. He knew this. He also knew it would be better for her if she gave in, so he waited. Angel looked up and asked if he would be careful. He nodded. She looked at him intensely, struggling with herself. Finally, she said I trust you. Still, he waited. She looked at him in anguish and frustration, begging with her eyes for him to let this go. He waited. Forcefully he said, "Tell Me!" She was at the verge of yielding and he knew it. "Angel" he said in a stern tone. It was a question in itself. "I submit" she whispered. "I didn't hear you" he said, "say it louder." Again, she looked at him, pleading with her eyes. "Tell me" he said. Louder, in a quivering voice she said, "I submit."
Suddenly she found herself in his arms and he was kissing her, devouring her mouth. His hands held her face and pulled her forcefully to him. She reached up to touch him and he stepped back, breaking all contact. She stood there trembling in misunderstanding. Never touch me unless you're told to. Never do anything until you're told to. Remember that I am in control at all times. Can you do that? She nodded, affirming her desire to please him. Next time you must say it out loud. Still, he grabbed her and made her forget everything but how she felt when he touched her.
SCENE THREE
She is spread out on his bed. Each extremity tied to a bedpost. Her bound breasts are a lovely shade of blush. Her face is just a lighter shade of pink and she won't meet his gaze as he looks over his handiwork with a satisfied grin. He waits, knowing her embarrassment will pass. Finally, she senses what he is waiting for and returns his gaze. Her body vibrates in excitement at the look in his eyes.
He moves in, slowly running his fingertips up the inside of her thighs and then circling her stomach and breasts. She moans and stretches her body upward trying to get him to touch her breasts. They ache with desire. She needs to be touched. He continues to tease her, gliding his fingers in circles getting closer and closer. Her breathing is erratic and she is straining, trying to get to his fingers. He laughs and then finally touches her, grabbing her left breast, squeezing it in his grasp. His mouth is poised and ready. When she moans he closes it over her right breast. He flicks her nipple with his tongue and then takes it between his teeth and pulls it away from her body. She moans and strains toward his mouth not in an effort to reduce the pulling, but to get closer to him and the feeling he's giving her. He continues to manipulate her breasts watching her agitation rise, enjoying, knowing that she'll cum soon. When she does cum, he yells at her saying, "Did I give you permission you little slut?" She shrinks back into the bed. Her fear is tangible in the air of the room. He reminds her that he is in CONTROL. You agreed, remember. You must be punished.
He flips her over and says I can't wait to see the blush color of your breasts on your ass. First he gags her mouth so he doesn't have to hear her whimper and beg for him to stop. He starts by rubbing her ass and the inside of her thighs. Saying, oh yes, this will be fun. His hands handle her roughly, squeezing her cheeks in anticipation of spanking her. He tells her she will get 10 smacks for coming without permission. The first whack of his hand on her ass makes a loud crack! Her body jumps and she begins to struggle. He just laughs and spanks her again, and three more quickly in a row. She is screaming behind her gag. He is getting very excited and stops to rub her ass, slowly running his hands over the pink flush of her skin. She starts to moan. He laughs again and said, I knew you'd like it. When his hand travels down between her legs, he isn't surprised to find her open and dripping wet. He pushes two fingers into her and pumps them a couple of times, stopping just before she came. Remember I am in Control. He rubs her ass and then finishes the ten strokes. She is vibrating in need. He flips her back over and removes her gag. Looking deep into her eyes as he shoved his fingers into her cunt, he said, Cum for me. She did, immediately on the first penetration of his fingers. Again he said, as he continued to plow her with his fingers. Again and again and again, he said. He continued to hold her in his gaze and made her keep her eyes locked with his. Yelling at her when her eyes closed or her head turned to the side in passion. He continued until she was sobbing in ecstasy.
He let her rest while he listened to her breathing, playing with his hard cock. When she had calmed down enough, he repositioned her on the bed so that she was still on her back and her head hung a bit over one of the edges. He came forward and said, suck my cock, take it deep in your throat, and take it all the way. She moaned around him, her cheeks stretched in the effort to take all of him. As he slowly fucked her face, enjoying every sensuous inch of her mouth, he thought her face beautiful on his cock. She began moaning and humming in an effort to make him feel good, vibrating her throat on his cock. Her body started straining and squirming around in need. She was so turned on and his cock in her mouth was driving her crazy. He saw her need and smiled. Since she was pleasing him so well he decided to let her have her orgasm and reached out and took both her breasts in his hands. They were still bound and almost purple by now, so sensitive. He just lightly rubbed his palms over her nipples. She moaned on his cock, straining her breasts upward, begging for more attention. He took her nipples in his fingers and gently rolled them round and round. Cum for me, he whispered gently tugging her nips. She moaned and took him deeper into her throat her body vibrating like a taunt wire. Cum he said, pulling her nipples harder. She screamed on his cock as she climaxed, her face turning red with exertion. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, pumping it and came all over her breasts. Slowly, gently he rubbed his jism into her tits, telling her want a good slave she was. She moaned in passion and tried to rub her head against his arm, her breath ragged. He released the cords holding her breasts tight. She felt pain as the blood rushed back into them. Gently, oh so gently he licked his tongue over her nipples, his breath felt raspy and cool against her skin. She moaned and shivered, still feeling pain and yet desiring his touch. He continued to lick her breasts all over, gently gliding away the pain. Then his pushed his fingers into her slit, gently rocking them into her, feeling her walls convulse against him, pull at him, slick with desire. He releases her from the rest of her bonds, still helping her ride the wave, building the intensity slowly. He moves upward and buries his face in her neck, slowly licking up to her ear, whispering sweet nothings. Moaning into her ear, telling her how good he feels, how she feels to him, his breath is still raw with desire. Tells her how much she pleases him. All the while he is building her up, slowly pushing his thing into her, deeper and deeper. She starts to squirm against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest, thrusting herself upon him, her breathing coming out in gasps. Cum with me she pleads, please cum now. He thrusts deep into her, holding her impaled on him as he starts to convulse. When she feels him shoot she lets her own pleasure loose with a long moan. He pulls out of her and lies down next to her, pulling her to him. She is quivering and very sensitive to any touch. He rubs her arms and back, whispering, twirling a couple strands of her hair in his fingers. He tells her how much this meant to him, her willingness to please him and how he hopes she is happy -- pleased with his efforts to please her.
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