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The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a soft glow across the room where she lay, still marked by the memory of last night’s surrender. Her body hummed with the echoes of my touch, her skin flushed with the remnants of her submission. But I wasn’t done. One night of her obedience, her gasps, her complete yielding, only sharpened my hunger for more. Today, I’d push her further, unravel her deeper, make her crave the edge of her own limits.
She stirred as I entered, her eyes fluttering open, catching mine instantly. There was no hesitation in her gaze, only a raw, unspoken need that made my *** surge. She sat up, the sheet slipping to reveal the curve of her shoulder, a silent invitation. I didn’t move, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the weight of my presence as I studied her.
“Good morning, pet,” I said, my voice low, deliberate, a caress wrapped in command. “Did you dream of me? Of giving yourself over again?”
Her lips parted, a soft flush creeping up her neck. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the same hunger I’d tasted last night. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”
I stepped closer, close enough to smell the faint trace of her perfume, now mixed with the scent of her skin, warm from sleep. “Good,” I murmured, my fingers brushing her cheek, tilting her face up to me. “Because today, you’ll give me more. Every thought, every shiver, every pulse of that pretty little heart. You’ll hold nothing back.”
Her breath hitched, her eyes darkening with anticipation as I let my hand drift lower, grazing the edge of the sheet, teasing the skin beneath without pulling it away. Not yet. I wanted her to feel the *** of waiting, the ache of wanting my touch. “You pleased me last night,” I said, my tone a mix of praise and promise. “But today, you’ll earn it again. Every gasp, every plea, every moment of your surrender. You’ll beg for it, and you’ll love it.”
She nodded, a small, eager movement, her body already leaning toward me, desperate for contact. I smiled, dark and knowing, and stepped back, letting the distance between us become its own kind of ***. “Stand,” I commanded, my voice sharp enough to make her flinch, soft enough to make her obey.
She rose, the sheet falling away, leaving her bare and *** under my gaze. Her skin was a map of last night’s intensity, faint marks that told the story of her submission. I circled her, slow and deliberate, letting my eyes claim every inch of her, watching her tremble under the weight of my attention. “You’re beautiful like this,” I said, stopping behind her, my lips brushing the nape of her neck, making her shiver. “Completely mine. Completely open. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to please you, Sir,” she said, her voice thick with need, her hands twitching at her sides as if fighting the urge to reach for me. “I want you to take me, to control me, to make me yours again.”
I chuckled, low and dangerous, my hand sliding to her waist, pulling her back against me just enough to feel her heat, her pulse racing against my chest. “You think you’re ready for more?” I whispered, my fingers trailing up her side, teasing the edge of her desire, never quite giving her what she craved. “You’ll have to prove it. Every step, every breath, every moment today is mine to command. And you’ll obey, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped, her body arching into my touch, seeking more, always more. “I’ll obey. I’m yours.”
I turned her to face me, my hand cupping her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Then show me,” I said, my thumb brushing her lower lip, pressing just enough to make her part them, to make her want. “Kneel for me, pet. Show me how much you crave this.”
Her knees hit the floor, her eyes never leaving mine, the act of submission sending a jolt through us both. The sight of her there, trembling, eager, completely mine, ignited a fire that burned hotter than the night before. I knelt before her, my fingers threading through her hair, tugging just enough to make her gasp. “You’re mine,” I said, my voice a growl of possession. “Every sigh, every shudder, every thought belongs to me. And I’m going to take it all, until you’re nothing but want, nothing but need.”
Her moan was raw, desperate, as my hands roamed her body, teasing, ***ing, pushing her to the edge without letting her fall. I alternated between firm control and featherlight touches, each one designed to make her quiver, to make her beg. Her submission was a gift, one I unwrapped with deliberate care, savoring every hitch in her breath, every plea that spilled from her lips.
“Beg for me,” I whispered, my lips hovering over hers, close enough to taste her desperation but denying her the kiss she craved. “Tell me how much you need this.”
“Please, Sir,” she whimpered, her voice breaking, her hands gripping the air as if to anchor herself. “Please take me. I need you. I need to be yours.”
I claimed her then, with a hunger that consumed us both, each touch a command, each movement a reminder of her surrender. Her body yielded to mine, a perfect rhythm of give and take, her gasps and pleas a symphony of her submission. She was no longer bound by the constraints of her own control, no longer tethered to anything but me. She was mine, every shudder, every cry, every moment a testament to her complete, willing surrender.
As the day burned into evening, she collapsed against me, spent and trembling, her body marked by my touch, her mind quiet in the aftermath of her offering. She had given me everything, her desire, her obedience, her very soul, and in return, I had given her the freedom to be utterly, irrevocably claimed.