Control

Emily's heart raced as she looked up at Tom, standing over her with lust in his eyes as she sat on the foot of his bed. He was tall, with short brown hair, cheekbones sharp enough to cut yourself on, and intense blue eyes. They were good friends from their college days, although Emily had long harboured a secret crush. They had both recently moved to Washington for work, and for the first time in a decade, they were both single at the same time. They had been flirting for weeks, and tonight Tom had finally asked her to come back to his apartment. Emily couldn't believe it.

That evening, in the bar, Tom had made it clear to her what his terms were. If she wanted to fuck him - and, Christ, did she want to fuck him - then he was going to be in control. She could, of course, break things off at any point, but he would be the one controlling the pace of their intercourse. He also made it clear that, as long as she consented, he would like to use restraints upon her, and engage in some discipline. Emily had never been interested in BDSM before, but there was something about Tom that made her feel safe and excited at the same time.

Tom lowered himself onto her. Emily fell back onto her back as he kissed her passionately on the lips. She felt herself melt. He groped her breast, without the hesitancy that her past lovers had always shown, and then tore her blouse open. Emily heard a button land on the oak floorboards. She knew she'd have to repair her blouse later, and she should be annoyed - but damn, this guy just made her too hot and bothered to care.

Tom stood up, and helped Emily up off the bed. He led her to a chair in the corner of the room. He told her to bend over the seat, and asked her to lift up her skirt. She did so, feeling nervous but also excited. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. Her eyes met his, and she could see the desire in them. He lowered her pink cotton panties, baring her exquisite derriere. Then, he brought his hand down, producing a stinging, burning sensation on her bare skin. Emily gasped, but she didn't cry out. Instead, she felt a rush of pleasure and arousal flood through her body.

Tom smiled and continued to deliver smacks, each one landing with a satisfying crack and raising welts on her skin. Emily moaned softly and leaned into the chair, enjoying the sensations coursing through her.

Tom paused and leaned in close to her, running his fingers along her flushed cheek. "Are you enjoying this, Emily?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Emily nodded, unable to find words to express how much she was enjoying it. She had never felt so alive, so raw and exposed.

Every spank sent shockwaves through her body, making her breath catch in her throat. But it wasn't just the pain that made her feel this way, it was the sense of power that came with it. The sense that she was giving herself over to Tom, trusting him completely, and in turn, feeling completely trusted by him. It was a heady combination, and Emily found herself getting lost in it.

Tom leaned in close, studying her face. "You're glowing, Emily," he whispered.

"You look absolutely radiant."

His words made her heart swell with happiness. She was glowing, inside and out. She felt like she could fly, like she was in a dream. Tom's voice was like honey, sweet and smooth, and his touch was electric. She couldn't get enough of him, and she knew she never would.

He leaned in and kissed her deeply again, his tongue dancing with hers. Emily melted into him, feeling his strong arms around her, his hands exploring her body.

She pressed closer to him, wanting to feel him inside her. Tom kissed her deeply, his lips moving against hers in a sensual dance. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves and stroking her skin. He pulled away to gaze into her eyes, his own heavy-lidded with desire.

"Are you ready for me?" he whispered, his voice low and rough.

Emily nodded eagerly, her heart racing as she anticipated what was to come. She wanted him to touch her, to enter her, to make her feel all the things she had only ever dreamed of experiencing. She wanted to be consumed by him, to lose herself in the depths of his powerful embrace.

Tom stood up, slipping out of his jeans before kneeling in front of her.

Emily gasped as he took her in his mouth, his tongue flicking against her sensitive nub. She wrapped her hands in his hair, letting out an audible moan as he continued to pleasure her.

As he sucked and licked, he caressed her legs, her thighs, and her lower back, eliciting shivers of pleasure throughout her body. She could feel herself growing wetter, hotter, closer to the edge of pleasure.

Tom finally pulled away, leaving her aching for more.

He moved up behind her and slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls clamp down on his digit. "You're so wet already," he purred, kissing her neck. He added another finger, stretching her further, while Emily groaned in pleasure. Her body felt alive with each passing moment, and she was on the brink of orgasm.

Tom leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Emily nodded frantically, her need for him overwhelming.

She wanted him inside of her, she wanted to feel him pushing into her, filling her up. She wanted to be able to touch him freely, to kiss him and hold him close without any hesitation or self-consciousness. She wanted to make love to him, to lose herself in his embrace and feel completely at peace in his arms.

Emily was filled with longing and desire, her heart racing with anticipation. She had never felt such a strong attraction to someone before, and it scared her a little bit. She didn't want to get hurt, but at the same time, she couldn't imagine her life without Tom in it.

As he stood there looking at her, she realized that she couldn't hide from her feelings anymore.

Emily was falling deeply in love with him - head over heels. It was terrifying but also exhilarating; she had never felt anything quite like it before. She knew that if she let herself go fully, she would be taking a risk - one that could potentially end in heartbreak. But Emily also knew deep down that she wasn't ready to settle for mere friendship any longer.

The room suddenly seemed brighter and louder as these thoughts swirled around in her head.

Tom flipped Emily back onto her front. Emily gasped as he resumed spanking her bubble butt with an open hand, causing her to cry out in pleasure. The sensation of his palm connecting with her flesh sent shockwaves through her body, making her breath catch in her throat. Each smack echoed throughout the room, growing louder and more intense with every strike. She couldn't help looking back at him, taking in the stern expression on his chiselled face as he struck her perfect backside.

Tom delivered each blow firmly yet lovingly, watching as Emily's cheeks turned a bright shade of red. Her eyes were wide with surprise and excitement, her lips parted in anticipation. He could see how much she was enjoying it, how much she wanted more.

He moved closer, running his hands over her hips and thighs, teasing her with gentle caresses. Emily moaned softly, arching her back against him as he nibbled at the nape of her neck.

Tom smiled and continued to spank her, feeling the warmth spread across his palm. He could feel himself getting harder with each strike, growing increasingly aroused by Emily's reactions. She seemed so small beneath him, like a delicate flower trembling in the wind - yet he knew she was strong too, determined and unyielding when necessary. It was a curious combination that left him both awestruck and intrigued.

As he held her down, Tom realized how much he wanted her.

He had seen girls like Emily before - bright, bubbly personalities hiding dark secrets beneath the surface - but there was something different about her that set her apart from everyone else. Her eyes were full of life and energy, her smile contagious. She made him feel alive.

He could see her eyes scanning his body nervously as she wondered what would come next. It made him happy knowing that she trusted him enough to let herself be vulnerable around him.

It was an honor he didn't take lightly; it meant more to him than anything else in the world could ever possibly mean. He felt like he needed to prove himself worthy of her trust - show her just how deep his love ran for her.

Tom placed another smack onto Emily's already reddened cheeks, eliciting another muffled cry from her lips. Her body shook with each blow, as if trying to throw off its bonds. But Tom held her fast, determined not to let go until she surrendered completely to him.

She tried to squirm into a more comfortable position, but found it impossible; he seemed like an iron grip around her hips. Emily felt frustration boiling inside her - why wouldn't he just fuck her? She needed to feel his cock inside her.

It was all she could think about as he continued to spank her. Her insides were aching for him - yearning for him like an addict needing a fix.

Tom watched as Emily struggled against his grip, trying to free herself from his grasp. He held her tightly, feeling the warmth of her body beneath his hands. She felt so small but also strong - able to fight back when necessary. It made him respect her even more than before.

"Are you OK, Emily?" he asked.

For the first time in her life, Emily found herself truly lost for words. "Mm-hmm" was all she could manage. Emily finally gave up trying to reposition herself, letting out a loud moan as Tom smacked her once more across the ass.

Suddenly, Tom grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to her feet. Emily loved the way he treated her, even as pain coursed through her body. Tom threw her down on the bed, bent over. Emily thought he was finally going to fuck her like a dog.

"You've been a bad girl, Emily," Tom said, his voice carrying a dominant edge that Emily found hugely seductive. He reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, securing one cuff to the bedframe and the other to Emily's right wrist. "I am going to have to punish you. Should I start with the cane or the whip?"

Emily felt the blood flow to her crotch. She was deeply aroused. "The cane. Please, hurt me." She was almost surprised to hear those words coming out of her mouth.

But then again, she had been experiencing unusual urges lately - dark desires that threatened to consume her whole being. Maybe it was because Tom made her feel safe; he understood her like nobody else did. Or maybe it was just an extension of her own curiosity, her desire to explore new fronts. Whatever the reason, Emily was willing to go to great lengths to sate this insatiable thirst within her.

Tom watched as Emily bit her lip nervously, before nodding in agreement.

He could tell how much this meant to her - it was clear she wanted him more than anything else right now. Tom reached into his wardrobe and pulled out an ebony rod, slowly walking over to where Emily lay bound on the bed.

Emily couldn't believe what was happening; it felt like all her fantasies were finally coming true. She had always dreamed of being spanked by a strong man who wouldn't be afraid to treat her roughly - and here he was, standing right before her, ready to make those desires come true.

It made her wet just thinking about it.

Tom waited a few seconds, savoring the view of Emily's delicious backside presented willingly to him. He was aroused by how vulnerable she allowed herself to be In his presence. Satisfied, he raised the willowy cane and brought it down on Emily's perfect butt.

Emily gasped as Tom began caning her bubble butt, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She could feel him growing increasingly aroused by her reactions. It was clear he cared deeply for her - just like she did him. They shared an intimate bond filled with passionate desire; it made them feel alive within one another's presence.

Tom could read through Emily's eyes how much she wanted him- yearning for nothing more than surrendering herself completely under his command.

Emily lay across Tom's bed as he caned her bubble butt, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She felt tears streaming down her cheeks while her hips thrusted upward involuntarily. Each blow echoed throughout the room growing louder and more intense with every strike. He continued delivering strikes firmly yet lovingly watching her reactions, leaving red welts on her pale skin.

Emily was enjoying it so much; she couldn't believe how much pain could turn her on this much. It aroused deep down within her body, making her feel alive like never before. Tom paused as he watched Emily pant through gritted teeth while arching herself into him seeking more punishment eagerly.

The sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine - raw desire lacing every syllable. She wanted nothing more than be completely consumed by him at that moment - giving over control for him to take over entirely.

Emily found herself getting lost in thought once again as he continued caning her soft supple skin leaving beautiful red marks all across it.

She was so captivated by his dark dominance; she couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure every time he struck her flesh. It felt like an electric current ran through her body at every strike - sending waves upon waves of heat coursing up into her chest.

Tom watched intently while Emily squirmed underneath him - trying her best not to cry out too loudly even though it hurt so much. He could see how turned on she was becoming - her hips thrusting involuntarily upward against him like a puppet dancing along strings.

Tom paused as he watched Emily pant through gritted teeth while arching herself into him seeking more punishment eagerly. It made him happy knowing that he trusted him enough to let herself be vulnerable around him; it meant more to him than anything else ever possibly mean."Please sir," Emily whispered between gasps for air "may I cum?" She begged desperately but also respectfully - determined not to disobey him despite her urges screaming louder within her body begging release.

Tom was pleasantly surprised at how close he had brought Emily to orgasm. He lowered his silk boxers, freeing his rock-hard erection. He entered Emily's wetness from behind, their bodies coming together intimately. Emily moaned appreciatively at the intrusion. Tom fucked her like she was his little bitch.

"Come whenever you want," he told her. "You don't need permission."

As he thrust into her, Emily felt an explosion course through her veins like lightning striking the earth. Her muscles began to contract involuntarily - the cuff on her right wrist dug into her as she pulled away. It sent shivers of pleasure pulsating through her core, leaving her limp on his bed like discarded laundry.

Emily panted hard as Tom withdrew his length from her. She had never had such a powerful orgasm. It was clear that Tom was a man, capable of bringing out new depths of sexual pleasure in her, where all the boys she had before had been pathetically wanting.

Tom reached into his wardrobe and emerged with a riding crop.

"I'm going to whip you with this," he said confidently. He paused, giving Emily the chance to use their safe word, but she bit her lip, wanting to see how the crop made her feel. Tom's respect for her consent made her feel safe and aroused.

Tom brought the crop down on her backside. It didn't provide the same sting as the cane, but being treated like a mere animal made Emily feel degraded in a way that turned her on immensely.

She loved how Tom dominated her completely - as if he owned her soul. It gave her an intoxicating sense of freedom; she felt no shame revealing herself fully under his gaze. And so, she let out deep moans of pleasure every time Tom whipped her tender behind.

Emily was glad they had the safety word because right now all she could think about was giving herself over entirely to him - becoming his complete possession for however long he wanted it like this.

The way Tom treated her turned her on like nothing else ever had before; when you give up control, it felt so good just letting go completely without having worry anything at all.

It made Emily feel alive- really alive- deep down, where her true desires resided hidden beneath layers upon levels society conditioned her to bury away.

Tom moved the crop over her body, striking her legs and back as well as her butt. He even gently teased her clitoris, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine.

She couldn't believe how much she enjoyed being dominated by him - it was unlike anything she had experienced before. But then Tom withdrew the crop, leaving her starved of touch. He undid her handcuff. Emily's initial reaction was not one of gladness, but of disappointment. She had enjoyed being restrained.

"Get on your knees, Emily," Tom said sternly. "Time for you to show me some appreciation for my hard work." Emily scrambled to her knees, wanting Tom like she had never wanted someone before. Emily suckled on his cock greedily. She loved the taste of him - salty and musky with a hint of sweat. He tasted like manhood itself. It aroused her deep down within her body, making her feel alive like never before. Tom stared down at the beautiful woman ravenously sucking his cock. Emily was flushed in the face, and truly beautiful, even after the punishment she had taken which had left tears streaking down her face.

Tom admired her beauty- he couldn't take his eyes off her lithe body, her perfect modest breasts quivering as she moved her head up and down over his shaft. Emily's long brown hair cascaded down her back. It made Tom want to tear her in two. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, having this beautiful creature at his feet.

She would do anything for him; he could tell just by looking into those blue eyes filled with unbridled desire. Tom watched as Emily sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she swallowed his cock down to its base before bobbing back up again. Her hands gripped tightly onto his thighs as if holding onto him physically meant something important to her - like perhaps staying near him somehow validated who she truly was inside this world where everyone judged one another harshly without ever understanding what lay beneath surface appearances.

Tom always wanted to feel in control in the bedroom. For a moment, as Emily expertly ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, he lost control. His knees almost buckled as Emily sucked on his cock, humming gently.

In his experience, a lot of pretty girls didn't know how to give good blowjobs. They had no need to work on their technique because they could get as much cock as they wanted.

Emily was quite possibly the sexiest woman he had ever taken to bed, and also undoubtedly the best cocksucker. She was expert, delicate, sensual. She happily took his entire length into her mouth and sucked on it ravenously. It was clear that she desired him deeply and would do everything she could to please him. And for his part, for a few sweet moments there was nothing Tom wanted more than to give himself completely to this woman, to allow her to bring him to a brilliant climax on her terms.

Then he remembered who he was, and how things went down in his bedroom.

"That's enough," he commanded, and Emily immediately obeyed, pulling her head off his throbbing penis. How he longed for her. It would be so easy to...

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," he said. "I'm gonna fuck your tight little asshole."

He cringed as he spoke. Emily had turned him from a suave, assertive dom into a pathetic dirty-talking poser. But Emily showed no signs of being turned off. She clambered back onto the bed and presented her perfect derrière to him.

Emily's heart was pounding in her chest. She was nervous and excited. She had never done anal before, never really considered it, but she felt like Tom was the right man to make an exception for. She trusted him in a way she had never trusted any of the boys she had bedded before.