Under His Control (4 page)

Licking her cunt, he savored
the taste of her pleasure. Damn how he enjoyed doing this. Yeah, he
enjoyed
a blow job
as much
as the next man
; h
e loved
coming inside a woman’s
mouth, but there was nothing like tasting the juices of the woman you had just made lose control.

Placing one last
lingering
kiss on her pretty pink lips, he rose to his feet, admiring the view. She was cuffed and chained, her body bowed before him, open and ready for his.

He took himself in his hand, stroking his
hard length, savoring the moment when he would
make her his.
Hating to do it, wanting to feel bare skin against bare skin, he grabbed a condom and rolled it on.
R
ubbing a
long her slit, he lubed his himself
with
her juices. She ten
sed at the first touch of his cock
against her opening. “Easy baby.”

He pushed forward slowly, groaning as the lips of her pussy closed arou
nd the mushroom head of his dick
. It disappe
ared inside her. He pulled out and pressed forward, watching the tip disappear
inside of her again. He would never tire of this sight, never tire of possessing her.

Gripping her hips, he held her still as he pushed all the way inside. He was long enough and wide enough to cause her discomfort, but she didn’t protest, she took all of him.

“You are such a good girl,” he cooed as he moved slowly in and out. All he wanted to do was pound inside, but he knew he had to give her time to adjust. “Look how you tak
e all my cock. All of it
inside you.”

Damn, he was getting himself all hot and bothered. He thrust harder, deeper, feeli
ng the edge of her womb, touching
the edge of heaven.

H
e lost control. He planted his feet firmly and gripped her hips, his fingers making bruises in her flesh.
In and out h
e thrust
,
moaning at
her wetness. The desire he had create
d inside of her
.

“
Quinton
, stop, please stop,” she panted.

Instantly he stilled, his cock buried t
o the hilt
. “Are your arms hurting? Am I going too deep?” He knew this angle of penetration made her feel like he was deeper inside than he actually was.

“No, no,” she shook her head from side to side, her brown tresses swinging silkily about her face. He couldn’t wait to face fuck her in this position.

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m about to come,” she cried.

He grinne
d and slapped her ass
. “That’s the whole idea, darling. That’s the whole idea.”
Grabbing her shoulder to hold her still, he continued to pound inside her. His other hand reached around and found her nub. He pinched and pulled it, wishing like hell he had two more hands
so he could
tug on her nipples. He’d have to design something that would allow him to do jus
t
that.

After a few more minutes, he was the one
panting;
only he wa
sn’t afraid to come. But he
want
ed
her to come with him. He altered the thrust of his hips, touching entirely new places inside her. Oh yeah, he thought, that’s it. “Do you feel me
,
Rebecca? Do you feel
me
deep inside you?”

“
Yes, yes, yes
.”

He wrapped
his ar
m under her belly,
forc
ing
her to her tiptoes,
taking the strain from her arms. He stopped rubbing her clit, smiling when she moaned
at the loss
. He knew she was close, he
’d
felt the beginning
tremors
against his cock, almost
begging him to join her
. Like he needed the coaxing. He just ha
d to make sure she remembered this experience with pleasure
because he intended to do this the rest of his life.

He changed his stance again, moving slightly to the side.
Her anal opening seemed
to
breathe
with each thrust
. Knowing what would throw her over the edge, he thrust
his
thumb inside her, relishing her scream as she creamed his cock.

St
anding on his tip
toes
he thrust
downward, emptying
himself inside her in short pulsing bursts.

Quinto
n
rested his head between Rebecca’s shoulder blades, careful to keep any pressure off her arms. He was reluctant to break their connection; reluctant to
slide
from her
warm, wet
body. He knew he had given her
exactly
what she wanted,
what she needed. B
ut was she ready to admit it –
for both their sakes?
His need
to
dominate
and her
need to be dominated made them the
perfect couple.
He’d gone slow with and almost lost her.
What many people didn’
t realize
was
being
dominated
did not mean being submissive and treated with humiliation and
degradation
. It meant trusting someone so completely that you gave up control of one of your most basic
human
needs –
the need for sexual fulfillment, the need to come.

He wanted to be the one in control of Rebecca. The only one in control. No way was he allowing her wal
k away from him
again
, away from this and
into the arms of someone else. Just thinking about her with another man set his teeth on edge.

He was still partially aroused, his
orgasm
having burnt off just a little of his desire but he needed to untie her. The position
,
while pleasurable during the
throes
of passion
,
soon turned to discomfort.

He withdrew slowly, savoring the feel of her pussy clenching his still
rigid
dick. It took all
of
his control not to
thrust
back in
side
and fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

But there would be
a tomorrow
. O
ne he wanted to share with her.

Pulling the rest of the way out, he cradled her under her arms, pulling her completely upright. He quickly unsnapped the cuffs. No doubt her arms were slightly numb and she would begin to feel the pins
and
needle
s
sensation al
most immediately. S
he groaned as he lowered her arms.

Gently he messaged her shoulders, moving down
to rub
her arms. “I’ve got you baby.”

She looked up at him through slumberous eyes. “I know,” she smiled.

He picked her up and carried her to his bathroom. There he
took care of both their needs dis
posing of the condom
and soothing her with a warm wet cloth
.
Bending he picked her up again and carried her to the leather couch facing the windows.
Night had fallen, wrapping them in a seductive cocoon. H
e s
at down with her on his lap,
propped his feet on the
ottoman
and relaxed against the soft cushions. She snuggled against him and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

“Thank you,” he said.

Her h
ead popped up from
his shoulder.

“For what?”

“Allowing me to love you.”

“Oh
Quinton
, do you?” She cupped his jaw with her hand.

“Of course I do.” He turned his head
and
kissed her palm.

In her entire life,
Rebecca had never felt as
loved, and oh
so
satisfied as she did right now
in this
moment
. Somewhere deep inside her, she’d known this was how it would be with
Quinton. She’d been afraid when she’d run away, but now she understood.

Sh
e understood she was meant to be
under his control.