Learning to Trust Part 2: Full Submission (4 page)

The sensations rippled through me, all the more amplified as my tender ass-flesh stung. I felt like he had placed a pleasure-megaphone against my body and was literally blasting away at full volume. His fingers played with my flesh, eventually easing into the quickly-growing moisture around my folds, pressing against the walls. My muscles
hugged him. Suddenly he stopped, leaving me wanting.

Thwack!

Again th
e tears and the burning flesh—i
t hurt worse this time than it had before. I could taste my tears as they dripped into my mouth, the saltiness overwhelming my
taste buds
as my nerves did their best to
lower
everything back to normal.
Thwack! Thwack!

"Damnit!
" I cried out. His final strike hit me lower on my leg, still a fatty region, but not as padded as my buttocks. The pain
pulsed in my brain as my hands
clenched the restraints. Somehow I managed to keep my legs from moving, a bonus because they couldn't have gone anywhere anyway.
The last strike took my breath away and left my chest
heaving
a
s I stayed bent over and vulnerable
. My skin felt like it had been singed with fire and my tears streaked down my cheeks.

Roland wrapped his arm around me and hugged me tight, stroking my hair gently. "There, there, pet. It's over now. I had to do it, even though I didn't want to." He sighed loudly. "I hate having to punish
like this
.
You know better now.
"

I pressed my body into his, allowing him to caress me and hold me there. His comforting touch
worked
beautifully, lowering my heartbeat amidst the afterglow of pain. He kept his arms wrapped around me tightly and kissed my cheek, my hair, my neck. His hand departed
from
my torso and headed right back between my legs, touching me again. I hadn't noticed how wet
I'd become until he pressed against
that swollen
flesh.

His delicate circles began resonating in me, turning a tiny hum into my lower belly into a roar. I felt my body ease against his hand as he worked, my pulse again growing. I moaned quietly, feeling all of the sensations like I never had before. The pain perfectly complemented the pleasure, even if the punishment
had been
unpleasant in the moment. It lingered now
,
and I couldn't even describe how much
more
I
could feel
.
My nerves were working overtime.

Less than a minute
later,
I was coming against him, my
juices
trickling along the roughness of his fingers. He kept working me, following me as my body ebbed and flowed, easing me through the motions of my climax. I panted and moaned, again fighting against the restraints—but for very different reasons this time. My hips rocked into his fingers until I felt myself start to relax, the tension from the punishment finally evaporating from my body. I let out one large sigh at the end, a sigh that prompted him to release his grip.

"Here, my pet. Taste what pain will do to you." He
lifted
his fingers
until they were
right in my face, the fingers he had used to bring me pleasure. I hungrily took them into my lips and sucked, sampli
ng the moisture that was
left there. It was the sweetest muskiness, a taste that I'd always left inside, so private and yet, so representative of how good I had felt.

"Mmm," I said, overwhelmed by the surprise of his gesture. "Thank you, Sir."

He bent forward and kissed my lips, his tongue invading my mouth and basking in the
flavor
that I held there. His kissing was just as possessive as his gestures we
re, overwhelming me with his presence. He kissed me again and again as our tongues fought. My body, freshly given an orgasm, was already starting to re-ignite.

Roland broke the kiss and then released me from the restraints. Despite my sudden re-emergence of freedom, I stayed where I was. I had acclimated to that position by now and didn't want to go anywhere
quite
yet.

"Your lips are so soft, and full," he remarked. "I would love to feel them around my cock. Would you be up for that?"

I immediately panicked, realizing that I hadn't given a blowjob in a
very long time
. I had somehow resisted with my last boyfriend and never seemed to do a good enough
job with the one before him
. I was
orally inexperienced
—and
Roland picked up on this immediately. My cheeks had turned just has red as my
spanked-
buttocks.

"Pet, it's okay. Just do your best. Taste me like you'd like to be tasted—and then I'll return the favor."
He took off his shirt and revealed those lovely toned muscles again, smiling at me after his face re-emerged from beneath the cloth.
I could already see his cock throbbing through his jeans. "I'm not giving it as an order, but I'd like it very much." Yes, I actually wanted it—it onl
y took me a second to figure that
out.

Once again reading my mind, he dropped his jeans, allowing his hardness to spring forth from beneath. It was so thick and erect, pointing toward me at
an almost perfectly right angle from his body. He approached me and I bent down, immediately immersing his
bulbous
head in my eager lips.

"Oh yes, pet. That's just lovely," he muttered.

I circled my tongue around his
tip
, sucking and wrapping my lips around tightly and began to take that massive length into my mouth, almost gagging as it hit the back of my throat. He was
big
,
all right
. I did my best to keep him fully immersed in the dark, warm recesses of my mouth, allowing his tip to graze the roof of my mouth. His fingers gripped my head and he began to fuck my mouth, oh so gently rocking his hips. I did my best to keep up, trying to just imagine what I'd like done to my own clit. The thought-
experiment seemed to be working
based
primarily
on his consistent low moaning.

"
You're doing so good, Marisa," he said.

I kept working, trying to bring him as much pleasure as I possibly could, using my hands to stroke up and down his shaft. Less than
an hour ago, I was terrified; n
ow I was enthusiastically sucking his cock.

He pulled away suddenly, apparently unnerved that he was losing control. "Al
l
right, I know you're ready for
more
." Roland reached down and pulled off my top, revealing a lacy black bra
, the only barrier that remained before I was fully naked
. He quickly removed that as well
, tossing it to the side like it had just been a brief annoyance
. "Such beautiful breasts," he said
, his words full of relief, his eyes glowing with hunger.

His desire made me feel good—I had never had a man touch me and talk to me like that!—and I relaxed into his presence, allowing my body to press into his.
I felt his lips against my nipples as he sucked, his every move making me hotter and hotter. He gently bit on that sensitive flesh, the pain again re-awakening my nerves, a wake-up call to my clit.
My wanting just continued to grow and grow.

"Up," he said. He helped me onto the table and rolled me onto my back, again strapping my arms down.
I struggled at first.

"Marisa, you mustn't struggle. You have to trust me," he said firmly.

"Why the restraints again?" I had finally gotten
comfortable
with my freedom. It was more like an instinctive response, however, because I think I really wanted him to tie me down. I think I wanted him to have his way with me
, to take me, to consume me
.

Next
,
he tied my legs down after spreading them wide-open. I realized in that moment that my feeling
exposed
earlier was completely unjustified compared to how I felt now. I whimpered but said nothing, concerned that he might punish me again. And even
though
I
kind
of liked
the pain
, I didn't think I was quite ready
for more
yet.
I was spread-eagle in front of him, my pussy fully on display—and there was nothing I could do to stop him from doing absolutely anything he wanted to me.

"Ah, Marisa. Such a beautiful pussy as well. So ripe and wet." I was simultaneously embarrassed and thrilled, feeling his words racing through me like
electricity
. His words immediately hit the right places, causing that tension to coil up inside of me, building with every second.
It was so refreshing to hear him talk about me like that, so raw and unfiltered.
I wanted so badly to reach down and touch that
growing
ache away, a thought that probably only occurred to me because I was tied down. This loss of freedom was profoundly affecting my senses, toying with my comforts and my neutrality. Like the pain, it was sweetening the experience.

"Oh god," I moaned. His tongue eased into me, pressing against my delicate walls as it moved back and forth. His hot breath poured onto my clit, the warmth threatening to cook me alive as he fucked with his tongue.
Moisture flooded out of me, ultimately
consumed by his lapping tongue.

My hips rocked against his face as he continued, my movements controlled and small due to the restraints. His tongue eased out of me and began to flutter against my clit, immediately sending huge waves of pleasure through me.
My body tensed and released, re
adjusting to the sudden change in intensity. Roland's movements were random, yet precise, slow, yet constant. He moved his tongue back and forth, trailing the tip against that throbbing bud expertly. I already felt a climax building inside of me, one that was big,
yet
still growing
. Normally it wasn't that easy for me to reach orgasm with a man; I guess my former partners had just been inexperienced.

His fingers parted me and began to press against my g-spot, fucking me much harder than his tongue had.
My muscles clenched around his fingers, giving their approval and letting him know that he was truly in control. I felt that excitement growing inside of me, excitement so huge that I feared I might burst if I
held
it inside of me much longer. I was building, building, building and then—he stopped.

Roland's breath continued on the inside of my thighs. He kissed them gently, moving along that soft, fatty flesh. My orgasm had been so close and he had just stopped.
What was he doing?

"Sir?" I asked. "Why did you stop?"

I felt his lips curl into a smile against my leg. "Ah, pet. You're new to this, I forgot. You need to learn to truly
want
. Also, I'm in control of your pleasure, not you."

"But—"

"Shh. No more," he said, cutting me off. I felt his fingers moving lower than they had been before, low and back. I gasped as I felt him press against my asshole. "Relax, pet. It's really pleasurable, I assure you. Have you never had anything in your
pink little
asshole before? A virgin?"

"
No...and y
es, Sir," I said, doing my best to maintain my composure. Ugh, his touch was kind of uncomfortable, pressing against that tightness, trying to move inside against the resistance.

"Someday we'll have some real fun with this little hole of yours—but for now, we'll keep it simple." His tongue returned to my clit, circling and spiraling again, causing my legs to suddenly lift into the air and fight against the restraints. Similar to what I had felt during the spanking, the pressure in my asshole suddenly started to blend with the intensifying
activity
of his tongue, creating a pleasurable blend that threatened to consume me quickly.

The two flavors meshed perfectly, his fingers gently probing into
me, his tongue spiraling side to side
. The muscles clenched in
side of my ass, so tight and
sensitive, hugging his finger as the anticipation raged inside of me. My asshole wanted him to probe deeper, to rub against those sensitive rings of muscle, to be fully submerged inside me. He went slightly deeper and I tensed with surprise and approval.

The two sensations continued to build together, lifting me toward my orgasm. I could see it, feel it, taste it. His fingers and tongue worked together in perfect sync, a perfectly tuned machine that
was exclusively for me. "Oh god," I moaned. "This is unbelievable." I was starting to lose it, starting to—

Again he stopped.