Amy's Awakening (3 page)

“Wipe. That. Up.”
He pointed to his chest and lap.
For a moment she couldn’t breathe, before slowly lowering her head and looking at the streams of beer which were running over the muscles in his torso. She was about to turn around and fetch a washcloth, when he repeated his words again quietly:

“W
ash that up. Now. With your tongue.” His eyes burned through her. “On your knees, right now.”
Her glance darted down to his chest, then back to his eyes. She couldn’t do it, she realised. She just couldn’t. Yes, it aroused her when he gave her that look of his, it aroused her seeing the bulge straining against his jeans, but she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t kneel before him and lick beer off his chest. She wanted it in some strange, unfamiliar way, but this was still too much. She’d thought they would start off more slowly, but in this moment it didn’t feel slow. He was several steps too far ahead for her.  
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But I can’t do this.” She straightened up and slowly turned away to leave.
“Come here, Amy,” he said. His tone was gentle, but it still felt like an order.
She stayed where she was as her body yearned to obey and turned back to him.
“Come and sit with me.”
As though hypnotised, she went over and sat down next to him on the black couch. He put an arm around her, her head lowered as she tried to avoid his penetrating gaze. He took her chin in his large hand and turned her face until she had to look him in the eyes.

“
You researched it on the Internet, and that’s good. You should know you’re not alone, there are lots of people like you. You’re normal. But...you have no idea, baby.” He gave a small smile.

“
It’s not about getting me beer or being my slave. I only want you to give up control when we sleep together. I know how much you need and how much you can take. Probably better than you do yourself. But that’s only part of our private life, if you want it to be. Everything else is your own life. I don’t want to own you. I want you to be your own indepen
dent, strong person who only gives it up when you’re in my arms. That’s what it’s about for me.”
Amy nodded slowly.  
“You’ll always resist me, because you enjoy being punished. Just like I enjoy punishing you. But you can’t resist me if you’re a broken woman. I want you strong and proud. And I will see you submissive.”
A warm flush was spreading through Amy as he spoke. She realised he was saying everything she’d been looking for.

“
Do you really want it? Will you trust me? If it goes too far, tell me, but you won’t try to simply run away again.”
Amy took a deep breath and made her decision.

“
Yes, I really want it. I want everything, I want it all.” Her heart was racing as she realised how true the words were as she said them.

David smiled and
pulled her tear-stained face to his, again kissing the tears away softly. Amy felt warm as she felt his breath caressing her cheeks.

“I want,”
he breathed quietly. Yet his voice was still strong and hard. “You to undress. Slowly.” He let go of her face and indicated that she stand up. Amy looked at him for a moment not moving before finally lifting her nervous hands up to the top button on her shirt. She knew there was nothing sexy about being a frightened rabbit, although her frightened expression didn’t seem to worry David. One after the other, she undid the small blue buttons of her shirt, becoming slightly more confident after each one. Her breasts spilled out between the fabric and for a moment she wondered if not wearing a bra had been such a good idea. But then she saw the approval on David’s face, and felt proud of her decision. Her fingers slid down over her waist as she pulled the fabric apart, exposing her breasts. It caught on her naked, perfect nipples for a second before falling to the floor. David smiled and leant back on the couch. She watched his eyes run slowly over her breasts upwards to her slim neck, over her chin and to her lips, where they stopped.   
Unconsciously, she licked her lower lip while undoing the buttons on her jeans. Heat was flushing through her and she could feel her labia were swollen with arousal as she looked at the hard bulge in his lap. A surge of longing shot through her. She finished undoing her jeans and pulled them down over her hips, her thighs, pushing them to the floor. Then she stood up again and stepped out of them. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her small, black thong.
“Turn around when you take off your thong.”
Amy paused in her movement and turned around so her back was to him. She bent over, pushing her ass out in his direction before running her fingers along the waistband and slowly pushing it down. She knew he now had a full view of her exposed ass and labia below the round curves of her ass. She knew too, that she couldn’t hide the obvious wetness between her labia anymore. Arousal and shame were still battling inside her, but arousal was clearly winning now. She bent over to slip the thong right down to the floor and stayed there a moment before straightening up again and turning around to face David. She ran her hands through her thick hair and pulled off the hair tie keeping her long wavy hair in a ponytail, allowing it to fall around her face in cascades.  Her hand fell down and instinctively ran up her waist, up to her breasts, where she slowly caressed her nipples while holding his gaze, enjoying his undivided attention.
David took a cushion from the couch next to him and put it on the floor between his feet.

“Come here and kneel down.”
Only a few minutes ago, she’d wanted to bolt at the idea of kneeling before him like a slave in his service. But now blood was flowing quickly through her veins and the only thing she wanted was to please him. She wanted to arouse him, give him everything. She walked forward two steps towards him and dropped to the floor. His chest still smelt faintly of beer. She placed her hands on his thighs and bent forward to put her lips on his chest. Her tongue slowly slid over the glistening drops, tasting alcohol mixed in with his musky scent. She slowly traced the shape of his muscles with her tongue and lips, until she arrived at his nipple and lightly nipped it. David’s hands grabbed handfuls of her hair, twisting it around, while the tip of Amy’s tongue made circles around his nipple. After a few minutes, he stopped her, pulling her head back firmly.
“Undo my belt.” His voice was hoarse.
She undid it with nervous movements and slowly pulled it from the belt loops, until she was left holding the leather belt in her hands and took a deep breath before folding it together and handing it up to him, as though it were an offering. David smiled widely as he took it from her hand. She flushed at the thought of what he might be planning to do with it. With her. He kept his gaze on her while placing it to the side.
“And now my jeans.”

Amy
swallowed dryly and put her still nervous fingers on his waistband. Carefully, she undid the top button and unzipped him. She could see the shape of his cock underneath his boxers, hard and thick against his stomach. He lifted his hips and she pulled them both down together, revealing it to her.
Without thinking or waiting for his command, her hands automatically wrapped themselves around it. She looked at the thick glans and her arousal intensified. She wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling it pulse. It seemed to still be growing larger even as she held it.
Fascinated, Amy began to move her hands up and down. Slowly she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head. Her hands cupped his balls and massaged them gently as her heart continued to beat more and more quickly.

“
Take in more,” David ordered her abruptly, grabbing her hair and pushing her head down on him.
She lowered her mouth even further down his shaft and felt the feel of his cock slide over her lips. He tasted salty, masculine. Arousing.
She lowered her head again and let her open mouth slide over the shaft. Her tongue slid along the underside tasting his musky scent. The muscles in her lower abdomen were contracting with increasing arousal as her tongue slid along his shaft, following the lines of his veins, kissing right down to the base. David moaned quietly and put his hands on the back of her head as she cupped his balls and lightly massaged them. Her tongue drew long, lazy circles on his ribbed, silky skin. She licked her way back up to the top again. Even though she was kneeling before him naked, following his commands, she didn’t really feel she was being humiliated. She was enjoying the satisfying feeling of inciting his arousal and controlling how and when he was pleasured.
Her fingers continued to massage the fluid skin of his balls while she looked up to David and continued to lick the head of his glans. As he looked down at her with dark eyes she lifted her head and took a deep breath. Arousal was surging through her as she looked at the expectant gleam in his eyes. Slowly, savouring the moment, she opened her mouth and licked the corner of her mouth. Holding his gaze, she wrapped her whole mouth around the head of his cock and bit by bit lowered her head. Her mouth filled with his pulsing cock as she tried to take in as much as she possible could. Her lips were stretched out as far as possible while her tongue darted around his shaft in circles. She sucked gently at first, then more and more strongly and again heard those wonderful moans from David.
He took a deep breath before increasing the pressure on the back of her head. “Deeper.”
Her eyes widened as he pushed her further along his shaft. Her hand instinctually flew up to his hips to push him back, but he simply pushed her face deeper into him mercilessly, causing her to gag.
“Breath through your nose and relax your throat,” he commanded, without easing up on his grip.
She breathed slowly while tears filled her eyes. She didn’t feel so strong anymore, but the harsh tone of his voice only increased her arousal. She looked up at him with large eyes and concentrated before giving into the pressure and taking him even further into her mouth. She felt her throat tense up painfully before finally beginning to be able to relax and ease it further in. She had to fight to repress her gag reflex, but she was doing it. He pushed her even further in, even as she pushed against him, but he wasn’t letting up. Helpless, her lips continued further down his shaft until she got to the base.

“Oh my god,”
he moaned
, and Amy felt pride.                                                                                           

Helplessness and arousal.
Both feelings surged through her like electricity and made her vulva throb. Her nipples were suddenly rubbing against the fabric of the couch between his legs, sending hot, clear signals to her crotch. He was using her mouth as he pleased, and that excited her.
David released the pressure on her head for a moment. Amy breathed in and out slowly, still fighting her gag reflex, before sliding her lips back up his shaft. He put his hands on her face gently and looked at her kindly, stroking her hair from her face, before taking it in two hands and forcing her to look up at him.
“Now I’m going to fuck your face,” he said softly.
She looked at him with wide eyes as he held her firmly in place. Before she had the chance to say anything, he plunged her mouth back down on his cock. Panic filled her as she felt it go down her throat and emitted a gurgling sound. He pulled back and for a short moment she felt thankful. Then he plunged it back down again, firmly and without mercy. Again his cock filled her throat and she struggled to breathe. She’d never been treated so roughly before. It was painful and scary, and it was turning her on.
She realised there was nothing she could do to stop this. She was naked, kneeling vulnerably before him, and he was far stronger than she. She felt shame again at the thought that she had allowed it to happen this way. And at the same time, her arousal continued to build. She could feel the dampness between her legs, preparing her for more. She’d never been at anyone’s mercy like this before. Never surrendered like this to anyone.
She balled her hands into fists and pushed against his chest in an attempt to stop it, and he paused for a moment.
“You want me to fuck your face. Don’t pretend you don’t. You enjoy the way I’m treating you. You want this,” he stated brutally, before plunging his cock down her throat yet again.

“I’m fucking your face and I know you like it.”
With his fingers firmly wrapped in her hair, escape was impossible.

He just laughed as he noticed her helpless attempt
to escape and took one hand from her head. He reached down between his legs and grabbed her breasts roughly, which were still rubbing against the cool leather of the couch.

She closed her eyes as her arousal won against her defiance. The urge to
please him was just too great, even against her indignation. She had no choice. She gave into it and sucked urgently on his cock as he pushed in and out. He was fucking her face and she was enjoying it. She was enjoying the waves of arousal that submission was releasing in her. She was enjoying the shame that fought within her and yet stood no chance against her arousal. His cock thrust more urgently down her throat, again and again. The feeling of it filling her entire mouth, his testicles bouncing in her hands, she took it all in and enjoyed it. He released his hand from her breast and placed it on her face again. His rhythm was speeding up, becoming more urgent, and she realised he was going to come soon. She’d never really been the type of girl who swallowed, but this was different. She knew she had to, and she wanted to even, for him.  
His thrusts were becoming deeper, harder, faster, until he broke the rhythm and thrust his cock deep inside her throat one last time and came. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she felt the first spurt shoot down her. His loud moaning filled the room as a second, and then finally a third one shot down her. She couldn’t have not swallowed even if she wanted to, it was too far down her throat. His hips thrust back and forwards erratically before he slowly sat back into the couch.