Total Submission(18)

“More, please,” she moans. I moan against her pussy.

“Soon.”

When she’s writhing and panting for me, I push her hips higher and trail my slick fingers down. I rub them gently around her tight, puckered asshole, and feel Isabelle flinch.

“Cam—” she says, sounding nervous.

“Don’t think,” I order her. “Just feel.”

Her body stays tense, until I resume my licking, teasing her clit again until she’s back on the edge, moaning with pleasure.

I lap harder against her slit as I nudge a damp finger into her asshole. This time, Isabelle doesn’t resist. Her body shudders, adjusting to the illicit invasion. I pulse gently, until a breathless gasp of pleasure escapes from her. Isabelle is completely mine.

Her moans turn deeper. She thrusts against my mouth.

She’s almost ready.

I pull away, stripping off my clothes and then gently flipping her onto her stomach. “So willing,” I murmur approvingly, stroking over her naked back and ass. I grip her hips, and help her onto her hands and knees. Isabelle moves into position, following my guidance obediently.

“Now, my darling. I want to feel you, feel that delicious pussy of yours clench around my cock.”

Isabelle eagerly thrusts back, and I smile. Goddamn, this woman is perfect.

I move her thighs wider, positioning myself behind her. My cock strains to invade her sweet wetness, but I take my time, twisting a fistful of her hair in my hand and pulling her body taut as I slowly sink, inch by inch, into her tight cunt.

Fuck, she feels so good.

Isabelle lets out a whimper. Her secret inner muscles clench around me, driving me wild.

I pull out, then sink in again with infinite slowness, all the way to the hilt.

Isabelle gasps. “Fuck, oh my god.” She groans. Her head drops forwards, but I give her hair a sharp little yank, pulling her up again. “Cam!” she whimpers, grinding back onto my dick.

I piston deep inside her pussy, and this time, as I withdraw, I ease her ass cheeks wider and slowly sink the slim vibrator into her ass.

Then I thrust.

Isabelle lets out a cry, wild with pleasure. Fuck, she’s so tight. The invasion of the vibe has stretched her to her limit, and now every movement rubs my dick in an incredible explosion of friction, deep inside.

“You’re mine, do you understand?”

“Mmmm,” Isabelle replies.

I stop mid-thrust and tug her hair, hard. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Master, I’m yours.” she whimpers.

“That means you come when I say so, and only then.”

“Yes, Master,” she moans.

“Good. You’re going to come for me now.”

I clench my jaw and stroke again, slow, then flip the switch. Isabelle shudders as the vibrator buzzes to life, rubbing her ass deep inside as my cock strokes the walls of her cunt. Her moans get louder and her movements faster, wilder, until she finally shatters with a scream, unable to hold back any longer, convulsing wildly below me.

But I don’t stop.

I pull out, and thrust again, deeper. She cries out, struggling in my arms.

“Cam!”

I hold her tight, forcing her body into submission as my cock demands everything she has to give. I fuck her faster, deeper, and then she’s coming all over again, shuddering hard in an uncontrollable avalanche of pleasure. “Oh God! Yes! More!” she screams, her ecstasy taking over as my balls contract and my cock throbs hungrily, and I pound into her, over and over until I explode in a hot rush of pleasure so intense it’s almost pain.

Isabelle screams again, coming and coming around my cock, milking me dry of every drop until she collapses, spent on the bed.

I wait for my epic climax to recede, then I pull out, and gently withdraw the vibrator. I roll her over, and slip off the blindfold.

Isabelle gazes back at me, her eyes dazed with pleasure. “Holy shit,” she gasps. “That was incredible.”

“That was just the warm-up,” I tell her, breathing fast. It was so good, but now I want to know just how far I can take her. I need to satisfy the dark craving inside me, I need her total surrender.

“For what?” she asks.

“I can show you an extreme pleasure like nothing you’ve ever known, but first you need to tell me: how much do you trust me?”

The pleasure in her eyes ebbs, and her gaze clears. I can see fresh curiosity there, and renewed desire, and then—something else. Something far more valuable to me. Need. Isabelle’s need for pleasure, her need to be pushed to the limit. Her need to submit.

To my every command. Every last one.





NINE: ISABELLE


We just went further than I’ve ever gone before, so I can’t even imagine what that was a warm-up for. But I can’t deny the fresh kick in my pulse, the heat coiling between my thighs again. I know this can’t be normal, this unstoppable craving for Cam, but as I try to re-count the number of orgasms I just had, I realize: what’s normal doesn’t matter. I’ll never get enough of this man.