My breaths start to slow, and I focus on the warmth of his hands, the calming tone of his voice, and I feel my muscles relax. I can do this. I need to remember I’m not eighteen again and that this is James, not Matt. James will make this feel good. He will care for me. I know that. The knot in my stomach begins to unfurl, his fingers still stroking soothing lines up my arms.
"Colour, Isabelle?" he asks softly now.
I take a few more shaky deep breaths. "Green." My voice is a raspy whisper, my body softening and becoming more pliant.
He pulls my hands behind my back and ties the hair tie around my wrists. "Try it," he orders, his tone firm but soft. "Is that okay?"
I pull my wrists apart. There’s room to wriggle out of the scrunchie, but I don’t want to. I want to give James this. I want to find this side of me. My cheek presses to the stair tread, the rough fibres of the carpet brushing against my cheek. From the corner of my vision, I see James taking his sweatpants off, his length hard and thick between his legs.
My leggings stretch tight over my rear, suddenly becoming much tighter as I hear the fabric start to rip, causing me to gasp. The bastard! I loved these leggings! But something primal stirs in me from his actions.
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Seeing him stalk me like I’m some caged animal and he’s my predator, being torn into, ready to be devoured, causes a warm tension to build low down as I clench my pussy tight, becoming more turned on at the thought of James like this. My king taking what’s his. And I’m his. I know that more than ever now.
His hands roam up my ass cheeks and up my back as he pushes his hard length against my pussy. His knees push my thighs apart, leaving me fully exposed, dripping with arousal for him. My breathing turns short and shallow, the need to feel him inside me becoming excruciating.
“Look at you all spread out like that for me. I can see your pussy glistening. This turns you on, doesn’t it? Are you going to be my slutty queen tonight, begging for more? Hmm?” His voice purrs, almost mocking, making me squirm, rocking my hips against his crotch, seeking friction and pressure, searching for something to help me find my release.
“I’m going to fuck this greedy wet pussy so fucking hard,” he growls, rubbing the head of his cock over my pussy and clit. The sensation is deliciously slow and teases me closer to the edge. “I want you to feel it tomorrow; let it remind you that you submitted to me this time. My queen on her knees for her king. Ready to serve me, however I demand.”
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Oh shit. Who is he? Hearing him talk like this is so hot— the disdain, the languid way those words drip from his mouth. I love speaking like this to a sub, but I never thought I’d like it being said to me.
His hands grip my ass cheeks and spread me apart, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh, the tip of his cock pressing at my entrance. He enters slowly, just the first couple of inches, and leans forward, his chest against my back, his mouth by my ear.
His warm breath plays across my neck as his fingers delve into my hair, gripping a handful and yanking my head back, arching my throat. I gasp and let out a low moan. I’d do anything he asks right now; I just need him to fuck me and fuck me hard.
“You fucking love this, don’t you? Scared you couldn’t give me this, but look at you now, dripping wet and moaning for me already, and I’ve not even started fucking you yet.” He pulls out until just his tip is inside me, and I brace myself, ready for him to thrust.
He pushes his cock in slowly, inch by delicious inch, torturing me, rolling his hips as he bottoms out, getting deeper than I ever thought he could. I let out a long moan, desperate for him to go faster, my pleasure building.
“Please, James. Harder, please. I need it.” My voice sounds whiney and weak, unrecognisable to myself.I
Yes, Miss
sound just like those pathetic, needy subs I’ve always avoided, and now here I am, one of them.
“Oh no, I’m in charge here, Little Queen, not you, not this time. And I’ll go as fast as I fucking want, and you’ll take it, just like I want you to.” His determination and steely tone send shivers through me, heightening every sensation.
His hand pushes my head back down to the carpeted stair. He pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock making me clench tight around him, refusing to let him go.
“Look at you, so fucking desperate for my cock, gripping on to it for dear life, aren’t you? But you keep doing that, my queen, it feels so fucking good.” And with that, he slams into me, forcing a cry from me as I’m shunted forward.
The carpet grazes my cheek, leaving it feeling hot, but the burn just adds to the pleasure.
His hand lets go of my hair, and he grabs my hips, pulling me back onto him as he slams into me, never letting up, the pressure of my climax building, every muscle in my core tightening as he continues pounding into me.
Unable to move, my hands behind me, I have no choice but to kneel there and take every inch of him over and over. I can feel my pussy starting to pulse around him, my orgasm building stronger by the second, ready to tear
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through me as my thighs start to tremble, my mind void of anything now but the sensations of him around me, inside me, consuming me.
My moans are drowned out over the noise of his hips slamming against mine and the raw sound of his rough, throaty groans. The sound ignites a fire within me.
“Who are you, Isabelle?” he grunts out, his voice strained.
