Reluctant Submission (3 page)

“
What?”

“
Yes, mistress,” he says,
still in a slightly whiny voice.

“
You’re going to have to
do better than that,” she says.

“
Yes, mistress,” Eric
says, his voice slightly more upbeat now. “Whatever you say,
mistress.”

“
I still don’t like your
tone,” Jasmine says as she climbs off him, leaving a big wet spot
on his leg from her drenched pussy. “It’s too bad too, because I
was going to give your cock a little bit of well-earned attention
before we move on to the next thing.”

“
Sorry, mistress,” he says
in a truly enthusiastic manner, hoping to get back into her good
graces. His cock felt like it was going to explode if it didn’t get
a little loving in the near future. “I’m sorry for disappointing
you. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“
It’s too late now,” she
says. “Maybe next time you’ll think a little harder before acting
like a spoiled brat. Now lie down on the couch lengthwise with your
back to the cushions and your face towards the ceiling.”

Eric does as he’s told without putting up a
fight. Even though he’s protesting at every turn he is truly
starting to enjoy the submissive role. Jasmine had been spot-on
earlier when she’d said there is something liberating about just
doing what you are told. He doesn’t know if it’s the lack of
responsibility or the feeling of helplessness or something else
entirely but he is definitely getting used to it. Even looking
forward to it.

He is just starting to wonder what’s going
to come next when Jasmine climbs atop him, scoots forward until
she’s straddling his head, then drops her suddenly panty-less pussy
right onto his face, engulfing his mouth and nose, smothering him
completely.

 
Caught off guard,
Eric gasps for breath. But there’s no air to be found. His world
consists of Jasmine’s inner flesh and nothing else. Like a fish out
of water he struggles, overwhelmed by the sweet and tangy
stickiness of her juices.

Panicking, he tries to push Jasmine off with
his hands but he doesn’t have any leverage and her position is too
entrenched. After a couple seconds of ineffectual resistance he
gives up.

“
That’s right,” Jasmine
says. “Just relax. You’ll enjoy it more.”

Eric’s not sure about the
second part but he
is
able to relax a bit. Even though he feels like he can’t
breathe he has come to realize that there is enough air to keep him
conscious, allowing his panic to subside.

Jasmine remains in place for another minute
before finally lifting herself off his face. He gasps for breath,
his face red and his eyes watering.

“
Not bad,” she says,
looking down at him. “Way to take it like a man.”

“
Thanks,” Eric manages. He
realizes he’s smiling and his excitement has increased
further.

“
Keep it up and I might
even free your cock from its denim prison,” she says.

“
Just tell me what else I
need to do, mistress.”

Jasmine tilts her head, gives him a little
nod of appreciation. “Do you really mean that?”

Eric nods and looks up at her expectantly.
His eyes are hungry with anticipation.

“
Open your mouth,” she
says. “And keep it open no matter what.”

He nods and does as he’s told.

Still squatting above him, her pussy mere
inches from his face and positioned directly above his open mouth,
Jasmine goes to work on herself, sticking two fingers inside her
pussy, working them in and out, faster and faster, until her juices
are dripping from her pussy and straight into his mouth.

“
Drink it up,” Jasmine
says, working herself feverishly to give Eric more of her pussy
juices to swallow. “That’s a good boy,” she says, her eyes intense
and boring down on him. “Do you like how I taste?”

“
I fucking love it,” he
says. “Give me more. I want all of you.”

“
Yeah?” she says, her
excitement audible. “You want more?”

He nods vigorously.

Jasmine’s left hand gets involved, going to
work on her clit while she continues banging herself with her other
hand. She works herself over in both places until she’s right on
the verge of orgasm. “Stick out your tongue,” she says. “Now.”

Eric obliges.

Jasmine drops her pussy back onto his face,
grinding his face and riding his tongue while continuing to work
her clit with her fingers.

As she drops onto his face Eric finds his
excitement reaching new places. He loves the taste and feel of her
insides; silky smooth and sweet and tangy and salty all at the same
time. Because she’s riding his face instead of smothering him, Eric
is able to see up the length of her body while she moves back and
forth against him. Her head is thrown back and her back is arched
and she’s making sounds he’s never heard from her (or any other
woman, for that matter) before.

Then he feels her body tense up for just a
moment, followed by the loudest, most intense moan of the night,
and then his face is drenched even further by her juices as she
reaches orgasm.

“
Holy fucking shit,” she
cries, leaning forward and grasping the edge of the couch as she
catches her breath. “That felt so fucking good.” She seems to be
talking to herself more than him. Which is fine. As long as she’s
happy.

“
You liked that, huh?” he
says, risking her ire.

“
I liked it a lot,” she
replies, sliding down onto his chest and leaning over to plant a
kiss on his lips. “In fact, I liked it so much I might actually
free your dick from where it’s been trapped all evening. Would you
like that?”

“
I would like that very
much, mistress,” he says.

“
Good answer,” Jasmine
says. “Very good answer.”

She slides down his body and positions
herself between his legs. Working slowly, methodically, drawing it
out, Jasmine undoes his zipper, reaches in, unfurls his cock from
inside his pants, and frees it. It’s sticking straight up in the
air, as hard as it’s ever been in his life.

Eric gasps in relief. He never would have
thought how good it could feel just to pull his cock out of his
pants. And there, he realizes, lies the genius of Jasmine’s
approach. All the things he’d taken for granted in the past could
be of far greater importance than he’d ever imagined. Under the
right circumstances even the tiniest of things could bring great
relief and incredible pleasure. It’s all dependant on how you
handle the situation. It’s something he’ll try to remember from now
on.

All Eric’s deep thoughts are suddenly
forgotten the moment Jasmine wraps her lips around his cock.

“
Holy shit,” he says, his
eyes fluttering and his breath catching in his chest.

“
You like that, do you?”
Jasmine says, smiling up at him.

He nods.

She takes him in her mouth again, gives him
a couple of quick sucks, then slides his cock back out of her
mouth. She scoots back on the couch a bit and runs her tongue up
and down his shaft a couple of times before taking his balls in her
mouth.

Eric makes a low groaning sound as she
suckles on his balls while her hand slowly jerks him off.

Jasmine maintains eye contact the entire
time, looking up at him from behind his balls, her gaze intense and
playful at the same time.

Eric isn’t sure how much more he can take
and he wants to make sure he at least gets his dick inside her
before he cums, so he reaches down and grabs her shoulders and
tries to pull her up to him.

Jasmine slaps his hands away. “What do you
think you’re doing?” she says.

“
I need to stick my dick
inside you.”

“
Oh, you need to, do you?”
she asks, her tone serious but her eyes telling a different
story.

Eric nods.

“
How do you ask?” Jasmine
says.

“
Please,” Eric
says.

“
Please what?”

“
Please ride my cock,” he
says.

She tilts her head sideways, waiting for
more.

“
Mistress,” he
adds.

“
Say the whole
thing.”

Biting down on his frustration, Eric says,
“Please ride my cock, mistress. I can’t take it anymore. I need my
cock inside of you. Please.”

“
Fine,” she says in mock
disdain. “But only because you asked nicely.”

And with that, she lifts herself onto her
knees and climbs atop him.

“
Are you sure this is what
you want?” she asks. “Because there are still a whole hell of lot
more things I can do to you.”

“
This is what I want,”
Eric replies. “You can do more things to me some other night.
Whatever you want. But right now I need to fuck you.”

“
If you insist,” Jasmine
says. She grabs ahold of his cock, lifts herself up a bit, shifts
her position so she’s squatting over him with her feet on the
couch, then slides his cock into her pussy.

Her pussy is so slippery, so soft, so
inviting, so luscious; it’s like sliding into a vat of exotic
oil.

The first few seconds after entering her are
always the toughest, and tonight even more so because of the
torture that she put his cock through up until this point. It’s all
Eric can do to not cum right then and there.

But after Eric weathers the first few
seconds of the storm it gets easier. Jasmine works him like the
expert she is, her hands on his chest, moving her body up and down
in a deliberate rhythm, taking the entire length of his cock inside
her with every thrust.

“
You like it when I bounce
on your cock?” she says, staring right at him.

Eric nods.

“
Tell me how much you like
it,” Jasmine says, carefully controlling her voice so she seems
like she’s in total control of herself, unaffected by the
situation. Whether she is or not Eric doesn’t know but she’s
certainly doing a good job of making it look like she is. For some
curios reason her apparent disinterest turns him on even
more.

“
I fucking love it,” he
says, his voice coming out louder than he’s expecting.

“
Do you want me to ride
you even harder?”

“
Yes please, mistress,”
Eric says.

“
Beg for it,” Jasmine
says. “Beg for me to ride your cock until you explode inside of
me.”

“
Please, mistress,” he
says. “Please ride me until I cum. I need it. Make me cum,
mistress.”

She shifts so her legs are lying flat on the
couch and starts riding his cock faster and faster, her body
slamming down onto him, smashing his balls at the bottom of every
thrust, causing just the right amount of pain to keep him on edge
of orgasm without any danger of going over.

Eric tries to take a deep breath but his
body is just too wound up. Something about her having control,
riding him like he’s a worthless piece of meat turns him on more
than he’d ever thought possible. He longs for more abuse at her
hands but knows that his time tonight is almost at an end. He’s
simply enjoying this too much to go on much longer.

He reaches up with his hands to try and
prolong how long he can hold out by taking some semblance of
control over the situation but she’s having none of it.

“
Don’t even think about
it,” Jasmine says as she grabs ahold of his wrists before he
touches her flesh. “This is my rodeo, mister. I call the shots
here. You don’t get to do shit unless I say so.”

She pushes his arms back near his head,
holding them down on the couch, one on either side of his head,
while she continues to ride him like an insane cowgirl.

Because she’s holding his wrists up near his
head, Jasmine is now leaning over Eric, giving her even more
leverage to hammer away on his cock. She’s holding nothing back
now, lifting her entire body up and then dropping it down onto him,
giving him her full weight with every thrust, impaling herself on
his stiff cock.

Her hair is flying everywhere, covering her
face so he can barely see her eyes bearing down on him. She’s
scowling, no doubt exorcising some demons as she pleasures herself.
Although this frightens Eric a little it also excites him in ways
he can’t rationalize. In fact, more than anything else, it’s the
way that she’s looking at him that finally puts him over the
edge.

“
Holy fucking shit,” he
says under his breath.

“
You’re going to cum
already, aren’t you?” Jasmine says, her tone harsh, which (as she
probably well knows) doesn’t do a damn thing to quench his
enthusiasm.

Eric nods.

“
Then cum already,” she
says, not slowing down one bit. “Come on you piece of shit, shoot
your pathetic load inside me and get it over with.”

Eric obliges, blasting his seed up into
Jasmine, bucking and shimmying beneath her as she continues to ride
his cock. She doesn’t let up, even after he’s expelled all his
seed, continuing to bounce up and down on him as though oblivious
to the fact that he’s done.

He allows her to do her thing, assuming
she’s going to climb off him any second now. But a good half-minute
later she’s still showing no signs of letting up. She’s staring
down at him, taking pleasure of his discomfort, seeing how far
he’ll let her take it.

A full minute later he’s done. His boner is
all but gone and she’s starting to rub him raw. No longer willing
to play the submissive, Eric lifts Jasmine off him with ease and
tosses her down onto the other side of the couch. She’s laughing,
her face full of good humor.