Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(17)

When he’d begun to rub her clit just a few seconds ago, she thought she was going to explode, all over him, permission or no. But he withdrew too soon and she was relegated to a world of desperate ache. She wanted to rub her crotch against anything or anyone to get off, and yet she knew she would never be allowed to do that. That sure knowledge only made things a thousand times worse.

From that moment on, she knew that he knew that she was beyond enjoying what he was doing to her, and he stepped up his game. The gloves were off from then on as he invaded her bottom, fucking her as hard as he had her pussy downstairs - maybe harder.

Despite her inner conflicts, he had used her own body against her to make her into exactly what he wanted – a submissive. Things she definitely wouldn’t have chosen were being done to her, and she adored it, however unconsciously. She had no control over whether they stopped or continued for hours or changed or got worse or better. She was his, and this was what it had taken for her to begin to come to grips with what she wanted.

Especially when he continued to force himself inside her, fast and furious, intent on his own pleasure, but then reaching his spare hand down to lay three fingers on her clit while he took her. “Come, Sunny. Come before I do or I’ll have to punish you very severely.”

She felt as if someone had flung open the door of a dank cellar and she was taking her first few steps into the light in a very long time as the sun burst within her and those fingers – and his cock prying her bottom hole apart with each massive impalement - drove her beyond anything she’d ever experienced, forcing her to loose a scream like she’d never issued before, long and high and throaty and absolutely mindless as her body convulsed around him, setting him off. Her head nearly burst when she heard his answering groan of orgasmic ecstasy.

He sank on top of her – as much as he dared, not wanting to hurt her – as they both mindlessly panted and sighed for long moments, coming down from that mountainous height they’d attained together.

When she regained her senses, Sunny wanted desperately to get away from him, and began stirring, frantic to be rid of him for some unknown reason. She only knew – like a wounded animal caught in a trap – that she had to go. But there, too, she was subjected to his will, and he wasn’t of a mind to let her leave him, maybe forever. It was all too easy for him to let himself fall away from her, disconnecting them, and then just contract his arms around her, pulling her into a spooning she didn’t want and actively tried to escape.

At first he tried to calm her gently, whispering soft “shhhs” into her ear, but then he realized that she wasn’t hearing him – not in the least, and he switched to a less gentle approach.

“Sunny, stop.”

It cut through the fog in her brain better than coddling her had. Most of her body relaxed almost immediately, if not her mind, although her legs were still working restlessly, her arms reaching out for something neither of them could see. He was interested to see that being less emotional and more forceful with her was what she had responded to. That smacked of her having already accepted his dominance to a much greater level. She’d discovered that he wasn’t playing, and – probably her flesh more so than her brain at this point – was beginning to recognize him as her dominant.

Rod simply held her that much closer, pulling the bedclothes up and around them once she’d calmed more. “You did very well, Sunny.”

Why his saying that made her heart glow and expand almost painfully in her chest she didn’t want to consider any too closely. She knew it was a genuine compliment; that he was absolutely serious, and she felt enormously proud of herself. There was still lingering embarrassment and shame in the back of her mind. She doubted she’d ever really lose that, as much as she might try.

“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice was hoarse and soft, exhausted and strained from all she had been through. She’d never screamed so much in her life – well, perhaps at a football game in college, but that was a while ago. She’d never screamed so much in bed with a man. Ever - and she’d had some damned fine lovers over the years. Anyone who wasn’t was kicked to the curb.

Rod smiled in the darkness, knowing she couldn’t see. “You’re welcome. Sleep now, Sunny. And if you need to get out of bed, you need to wake me and ask permission first.”

Oh dear God, was she going to remember to do that? When she had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night at her own house, she didn’t even really wake up, she didn’t think. Then, this was an unfamiliar place – she’d have to be more awake. Hopefully she’d remember.