Your first taste of losing control

[Se****]

On a dreary night where the rain slicks the windows. I'll see you sitting in the corner sipping your drink. You'll see me walk into the room as if I own the air. You catch my glance but don't hold it, your pride won't allow to you, as you're used to men falling at your feet. The illusion of your power, I will let you live in it for a minute. I'll sit by you, not close, not far, just enough so that you feel my presence. Without looking at you, you hear my voice pierce the silence "you look like the type who's used to winning arguments."

You pause for a moment while thinking of the best response, and smart saying "only because I do."

"Ever been wrong?" I asked, turning to face you fully, calmly, and collected.
You chuckle, slow and mocking "I can't remember a time that I was goddamn wrong."

"Let's change that" I respond to you slyly.

I hold your stare as you look away, caught off guard by my demeanor. Just for a second, you feel it, a flicker of shift. Covering it up with another sip.

"You're cute, but you wouldn't know what to do with a woman like me"

I respond to you calmly saying "all I can do is all for you a warning."

"Is that supposed to impress me?" Is what you try to get out before feeling my fingertips slap across your face. Not hard. Not brutal. But clean and direct. Sharp enough to sting. Sharp enough to silence all the thoughts in your head. You freeze, your mouth slightly open. Not in ***, not in ***, but in disbelief. I lean close to you and speak in a lower voice then I've spoken before,"this is where it starts"

You stare at me cheeks flushed, half rage, half something else you don't want to admit.

"You have two choices " I whispered. "Walk out and pretend you're still in control. Or follow me to the bedroom, and find out what it's like when you're not."

Your pride tells you to leave but your body doesn't move. You stand up, with the side of your face still tingling with the echo of my palm. I can see the storm behind your eyes, not outrage not tears. Curiosity mixed with a pulse that you can't quite slow down. I don't offer you my hand and I don't ask again. I just turned around and start walking. You follow, not because you were told to. But because you want to see how far this will go. I walk slowly allowing you to catch up as we walk shoulder to shoulder down the long hallway, not touching, but drawn. My hand gently brushes against yours. This soft grays is a complete contrast to what happened just a few moments ago. You look at me confused by the duality as we finally get to the door. I open it for you and step aside, allowing you to walk in first. The room is dark and Moody. The one lamp near the window glows low like a stage light waiting for the show to begin. You walk in slowly, every step quieter than the last. You stop near the bed, with your back to me.

Close the door loudly, letting the sound settle into your chest. "Are you sure," I ask. I can see you nod but you still haven't turned around.

I walk up behind you close enough for you to feel the heat from my chest. And softly whisper in your ear "I'm not here to play with your pride, I'm here to break it."then, my hand grips your chin and turns you to face me. Another slap. This one harder. Sharper. You gasp but you don't pull away. " I said it starts here " I remind you. My fingers brush your chic where it's already pink. And then I do something you do not expect. I kiss it, softly and slowly. The complete opposite of the ***. This absolutely confuses you, wrecks your center. In the flurry of emotions running through your body you hear me say to you

"I'll be kind when I want to, and cruel when you need it."

Your knees buckle just slightly and I catch you by the waist. Steadying you like a dance partner who never misses a beat. I slowly spin you back around bending you over so your hands are against the bed. Sternly, I tell you "hands flat, legs apart." Heat bloomed in your cheeks, down your neck, all the way between your thighs. You obeyed heart racing, breath shallow.

"You will be a well-behaved pet" I murmured. It wasn't a question, or command. It was a statement of truth. It was everything you wanted to be. You did your best to let out a whimper of "Yes, sir" between your breaths.

Our first contact since the hallway, you feel my fingers slide under your skirt. Finding the soaked through lace, and yanking them down roughly letting them dangle at your angles.

Then, nothing.

Just the sound of your breathing. The unbearable ache in your core and the hard heartbeat pulse in between your legs, aching, trembling.

"I'm going to edge you until you can't think, until your body begs to break but you're not going to come, Annabelle. And you're not going to let go. Not until I say."

You gasp as my fingers slide between your folds, slowly, skilled, and unrelenting. You kept trying to figure out how I knew your body so well. But as the thoughts began to enter your mind, the waves of pleasure wiped it clean again. I'm precisely circling your clit, dragging my knuckles along your soaked slit without giving you what you crave. Again. And again. Each time you get close, I stop, making you whimper and cry. Your thighs shook and your stomach clenched. "Please sir, I can't--"
You're interrupted "You can. You will."

I pulled you tighter against my body letting you feel the hard press of my dick through my pants.

Sliding my fingers deep inside of you allowing you to feel the press of my knuckles against your outer lips. This chaotic feeling makes your eye twitch and your mouth gape.

"You don't come until I say, you don't leak until I say. That control? That's mine."

I continued my fingers dancing inside you. They are slick and merciless. Making your knees buckle, and tears slip freely from your eyes. Not from ***, from pleasure. From desperation. The cool mix of of denied orgasms and the urge to let go.

I stop.
"On your knees, now."

You instinctively turn around and talk to your knees in front of me. You whimpered again, your body still shaking, mind slowly sinking, your wetness running down your thighs. The cool floor was a shock to your heated skin. Your eyes flicked up -- and I was watching you, belt unbuckled, and and pants pulled halfway down my thigh.

The thick, hard, veined piece of intimidating man meat in front of you made your mouth water.. And I didn't let you touch it yet.

"Open your mouth. No hands."

You obeyed, lips parted, tears drying on your cheeks. When I pushed in, it was slow, deliberate. A claiming.

You ***d around me. Barley getting a quarter of it in your mouth. I groaned.

"Good girl," I breathed, threading his fingers into your hair. "Such a desperate little thing. Do you want to cum?"

You nodded as best she could, drool slipping past your lips. Knowing better than to take it out of your mouth, for any reason.

"Do you want to let go? Allow you to make a mess all over the floor?"

You moaned around me.

I pulled out, leaving just the tip in your mouth. Leting you gasp for air around me. The girth of the head still forcing you to keep your jaw open as wide as physically possible.

"Then beg."

You sobbed as your fingers went in between your thighs. Rubbing yourself back to a place of ecstacy.

"Please, sir. I--I need to. I can't hold it anymore. I'll do anything. Just please let me come."

It was muffled as my dick made you drool all over yourself and not a coherent word left your mouth.

The desperation in your eyes spoke for you.

I took one step forward, eyes gleaming. Sliding my foot in between your legs. Giving you a chance to grind your bare pussy on my shin. You didn't miss the opportunity. Scooting forward and relentlessly bouncing your hips up and down, back and forth. Pressing your pleasure button tight against my leg. You wrapped your arms around my thighs for a better grip.

"Cum, now."

Your body didn't hesitate.

It crashed.

Pleasure surged through you in wild, uncontrollable waves. Heat rushed down your thighs as you shook, convulsing in surrender -- body trembling, crying out, lost in the ecstasy of finally, finally being allowed.

You collapsed forward on trembling arms once I stepped away.

I crouched beside you, cupped your jaw, and kissed your cheek.

"Such a good pet" I whispered. "Mine."

And you were.

Completely.

[Ri****]

Dam other than the face slapping that was hot as fuck

[Ka****]

Yeah, I'm not into the face slapping, but the rest of the story was really good.

[Deleted Member]

I remember first time I lost control 😈

[Deleted Member]

10 hours ago, punjabiwifey said:

I remember first time I lost control 😈

Please unblock me? I'm genuine 

[Se****]

1 hour ago, Sub4dommeuk said:

Please unblock me? I'm genuine 

This is the most desperate thing I've ever seen. @sub4dommeuk you should be embarrassed. Your begging looks pathetic as you probably do in real life. If she blocked you, you've earned it. Move on. You're absolutely not who or what she's looking for. You never were and you never will be. Don't you ever fix your grubby greasy little fingers to comment on one of my posts again. Goofball

[Deleted Member]

You look too stupid to be so condescending 

[Se****]

What's stupid is virtually stalking a woman that already blocked you. Lonely fucking degenerate

[Deleted Member]

Get over it, you're too stupid to understand chocolate man

[Se****]

I don't deal with virgins and their foolishness. Leave that lady alone. Comment again and I'm reporting you for stalking.

[Deleted Member]

5 hours ago, Sexy_Chocolxte said:

I don't deal with virgins and their foolishness. Leave that lady alone. Comment again and I'm reporting you for stalking.

Go away, you messaged me, I'm not interested 

[Se****]

2 hours ago, Sub4dommeuk said:

Go away, you messaged me, I'm not interested 

Cool. Reported. I hope you realize that this behavior of virtually stalking women who blocked you is disgusting and pathetic. You're making men as a whole look bad. I look forward to seeing your account be deleted, and hope you get the chance to touch grass sometime.

[Deleted Member]

5 hours ago, Sexy_Chocolxte said:

Cool. Reported. I hope you realize that this behavior of virtually stalking women who blocked you is disgusting and pathetic. You're making men as a whole look bad. I look forward to seeing your account be deleted, and hope you get the chance to touch grass sometime.

You're a very odd man, both in terms of looks and personality, I've no Interest in chatting to you or anyone in this thread yet you keep messaging me.

[Se****]

1 hour ago, Sub4dommeuk said:

You're a very odd man, both in terms of looks and personality, I've no Interest in chatting to you or anyone in this thread yet you keep messaging me.

My favorite smegma stain has returned.😪 How predictable. Please stop commenting. She deleted her account because of your stalking... You've been reported for harassment. But I get it, lack of attention from women, turns men into people like you. You deem it so necessary that you have the last word. But This is literally MY post that YOU keep commenting on. You absolute nonce. Who knew people in the UK were this dense.