His to Command: A Tale of Surrender

The room was filled with a heavy, charged silence as I knelt before him, my eyes locked on his. The anticipation was almost unbearable, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for his command. He had been teasing me all evening, his touches light and tantalizing, never quite giving me what I craved.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, but filled with desperation. “I need you.”

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that sent shivers down my spine. “And what do you need, my dear?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I need you to use me. I need to feel you inside me, filling me completely.”

His eyes darkened with lust, and he reached out, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw before moving down to my throat, where he wrapped his hand gently around it. “You want to be my little slut, don’t you?” he murmured, his thumb caressing my pulse point.

I nodded, a small moan escaping my lips. “Yes, please. I want to be your slut. I want to feel you use me however you want.”

He tightened his grip slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make me gasp. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “Now, show me how much you want it.”

I reached for his belt, my hands trembling with eagerness as I unfastened it and pushed his pants down. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the heat and the pulse of his need. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum at his tip, and he groaned, his hips jerking forward.

I took him into my mouth, my head bobbing as I sucked and licked, my hand working in tandem with my lips. He tasted so good, and I loved the way he felt, the way he filled my mouth completely. I could feel his cock swelling, his body tensing, and I knew he was close.

“Stop,” he commanded, his voice tight with strain. “I want to be inside you when I come.”

I pulled back, my lips glistening, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” I begged. “I need you so bad.”

He stood up, his cock jutting out proudly, and led me to the bed. He pushed me down gently, my back arching as I presented myself to him. He ran his hands over my ass, squeezing and kneading, before spreading me wide and teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock.

I pushed back against him, trying to impale myself, but he held me still, his strong hands gripping my hips. “Not yet, my little slut,” he teased. “I want to make you beg for it.”

I whimpered, my body aching with need. “Please,” I pleaded. “I’m begging you. Fuck me. Use me. Make me yours.”

With a growl, he thrust into me, filling me completely in one smooth stroke. I cried out, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure washed over me. He set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against mine, his cock hitting all the right spots.

I could feel my orgasm building, my body coiling tight as a spring. “I’m close,” I gasped. “So close.”

He reached around, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in tight circles. “Come for me,” he commanded. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

And I did. I came hard, my body convulsing as pleasure exploded through me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.

We collapsed together, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me protectively. “You were amazing,” he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to my neck.

I smiled, a contented sigh escaping my lips. “So were you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. “More than you’ll ever know.”

As we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew that this was just the beginning. Our journey of exploration and desire was far from over, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us next.