Giving Up Control Pt. 02

Part I of this story opens as follows: "You were reluctant to meet me at first. You are an accomplished woman with a highly respected position. You are used to being in control and taking responsibility. You are good at it, and others admire you for it. But...there is a part of you that craves something different. There is a part of you that craves Domination. 'Domination': even whispering the word to yourself makes you squirm in your seat with desire. So eventually you give in..." Below in Part II, the Domination becomes more romantic, but still firm and passionate.

You are on the hotel room floor, with your tits and face pushed into the carpet and your ass in the air. My cock is still in your ass, bathed in my cum. You feel my chest against your back, and you hear my breathing, gradually slowing down. You are starting to catch your own breath too, after one of the most intense orgasms you remember having. Your throat feels sore, and you realize you must have screamed when you came. Although the position is awkward, your every muscle seems relaxed, and you feel like you could lie in this position forever.

You sigh when I finally pull out of you. I sit on the edge of the bed and beckon you over. You instinctively kneel in front of me. I lean down and start to tenderly kiss you. My touch is so gentle, so affectionate. I caress your face with my hand, and start to whisper in your ear. "You were such a good girl. You were just perfect. You made me feel so happy. You're my special girl who belongs only to me, aren't you?" You nod and hug me, as your eyes start to tear up.

I take your hand and gently lead you into the bathroom. We step into the shower together, and without my saying a word you adjust the water and start to lather me up. You see me smiling at you while you wash me. Our intimacy has made you bold, and you whisper, "You're so smug." You glance at me uncertainly but I'm still smiling. I take the soap and start to wash you. I pay particular attention to your tits and ass. It seems like I'll never tire of rubbing my soapy hands all over every fold. I moan: "I love your body so much."

Our eyes meet. "How do you feel?" I ask.

All uncertainty and artifice has left you. You simply say, "Beautiful. I feel beautiful."

I nod, then kiss you, gently at first. But our kisses soon become passionate and hungry. You start to stroke my hard cock. Your delicate hand is soft but skilled and my hips are soon bucking. You want to stroke me fast and make me cum on you. But you also want to suck me...and to fuck me... The indecision frustrates you, so you whisper in my ear, "I like how you used me," inviting me to take control again.

"We're going to make love this time," I explain. You nod and we rinse off before going to the bed.

I get on my back and pull you on top of me. You nuzzle my hairy chest and kiss my neck as I caress your hair, your back, and your ass. We start to kiss. Our kisses are slow and intimate, our tongues exploring each other's mouths without inhibition. Your cunt aches for my cock and your hips twitch, guiding my hard shaft between your creamy, swollen folds. You moan, "Can I put it inside?"

I try to resist, but I want it so badly. When you plead, "Please fuck me," I can no longer hold back. We both sigh as my cock sinks into you. Your full, soft tits rub against my chest as you ride me. You think about how I will be cumming inside you, and it makes you speed up, desperate to bring me to orgasm. But I clutch your hips and slow you down.

"You're going to have bruises and scratches all over you," I whisper.

You nod. "Good."

"I want you to take pictures of them and send them to me."

That thought makes you moan in anticipation and you twist your hips harder against my hands, to make sure the bruises I leave there will be nice and dark.

"Look into my eyes while we fuck," I order.

The intimacy is so intense that you want to look away, but you struggle to obey.

My expression is a seemingly impossible combination of desire, anger, and tenderness. It makes you want to please me even more. You take my hand and bring it to your mouth. You kiss it, lick the palm of my hand, and then shove my fingers to the back of your throat while you stare seductively into my eyes. I bring my mouth to your neck and the tip of my tongue slides up the sides of your throat, making you tremble. I grab one of your breasts and bring it to my mouth. I gently suckle and nibble at your nipple, pulling on your piercing with my teeth. The slow pace of our fucking is exquisite, but it is also making you almost frantic with desire. You want to ask for what you need, but you are embarrassed to confess it. I can read your mind, though.

"Ask for it."

You try to get away with simply saying, "Fuck me."

"We are fucking. Ask for what you want or you won't get it."

You feel a rush from your toes to your face as you force the words out: "Hurt me. I want you to hurt me badly."

I say, "I wanted to make love to you," and it sounds like some dark confession.

"This is how we make love," you whisper. "We both know what it means."

I slowly bring my hand to your face and you instinctively wince, but I just caress your cheek. You nuzzle my hand but then bite it, harder than I would have guessed.

"You little bitch!"

You just smile in response.

"Close your eyes," I order.

As soon as you close them, the first slap lands firmly on your cheek. You take a deep breath in excitement, and then you feel the second slap. It is harder than the first one, less cautious.

I growl at you: "You get wetter when I hit you, you sexy slut. You were just made to be fucked."

You feel me pull back my hand again and you wince. I wait until you steel yourself then smack you. I catch part of your temple and you see stars. You know you may end up with a black eye, but you just want more.

My cock is deep inside you, and you're grinding your hips against mine, rubbing your clit against my pubic bone. I bury the fingers of my left hand in your beautiful hair. I pull your hair and you resist, just to make it hurt more. My right hand alternates caressing your back and spanking your luscious ass.

You whimper, "I'm gonna cum."

I'm far too aroused myself to make you wait. "Do it. Cum for me. Cum like a dirty whore."

Your movement becomes faster, almost desperate. But you're holding back. You say, "I'm so close. I want to feel you cum in me. That will send me over the edge."

I hold your face in front of mine and look into your eyes as my hips fuck you back. I slap you again and then you see and feel, from my eyes, from my hips, and from my cock, that I am cumming in you.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" you moan as your own orgasm tears through you.

You collapse on top of me, and I hold you tight, like I never want to let you go.