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Tristan Broussard
Her cunt was sotight and slick. My cock was in heaven when I glided in and out of her. She was drenched because of me, because of the desire betweenus.
Mon bebelle enjoyed our first Dom-sub experience. Maybe as much as I enjoyedit.
Addressing me as Master came with pure ease for her; she was turned on by my dominance. She liked handing over all control to me. And I’m in no waysurprised.
Submission can be learned, but for some it happens naturally. Those are the special ones. And mon bebelle is very special. She is my natural submissive. My counterpart. I’m even more sure of that now than I was the first time I sawher.
She is theone.
Mine.
My little submissive wanted my cum. Her greedy pussy clenched and relaxed around my cock over and over, milking every drop from my balls until I had no more togive.
She told me to fuck her harder. A command. It was gratifying but displeasing at the same time. Definitely worthy of another five swats across her ass, but I resisted the urge. Two spankings in such a short time span would probably overwhelm her. And I choose to overwhelm her in a much differentway.
I’ve played with her pussy all morning. Rubbed her. Fingered her. Licked her. I’ve brought her to the edge of orgasm many times and then kept her climax at bay. Training her. “Should I let you come thistime?”
“Yesss.Pleeease.”
She squeezes her eyes shut when my fingers press harder on the walnut-shaped bundle of nerves inside her pussy. Her breath moves in and out through pursed lips. Desperate to come. All of the signs are there, but she’s fighting it to pleaseme.
“Look at me, bebelle. Eyes onme.”
Eye contact. It’s not something that I’ve demanded from my other submissives. In fact, I didn’t want to look at their faces during sex at all, but Emma Lia isn’t one of my trained subs. Everything about this relationship is going to bedifferent.
She opens her lids, and our eyes connect. Her parted lips and tense facial muscles are a clear indication of the struggle she’sexperiencing.
“Come for me, bebelle.” I move my fingers faster and the wet friction sound grows louder. “I want to feel your pussyquiver.”
Her hand comes up and her fingers push into the back of my hair. She pulls my head to hers and our foreheads are pressed together. Her grip is ironclad. It wouldn’t be an easy escape if I tried to getaway.
Her pursed lips open and form an O. “Oh… ohhh…ahhh.”
I cover my mouth with hers, devouring her screams, and her entire body is trembling. She nips my bottom lip, and I immediately taste copper. Any other Dom would be furious and probably flog her ass until it welted, but I don’t mind her bite. I’m sort of sick thatway.
Her body begins to relax as the orgasm spirals down from its peak. She releases my mouth, and her breathing slows. And my pride swells because I know what kind of breakthrough I’ve just made withher.
She’s still holding the back of my head, and we’re simply looking at each other. No expression. No words. Just eyes on eyes. And there’s something truly penetrating about the way she’s looking atme.
I remove my fingers and bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean while shewatches.
She smiles, breaking our staring contest, and her body becomes toneless when her limbs fall to the bed. “I have never experienced anything like that in mylife.”
“You likedit?”
“One word can’t describe that. It was agonizing… and astonishing… andamaaazing.”
“I wasn’t exaggerating when I said that edging takes a lot of work and patience when it’s donewell.”
“It was done very well. My body is exhausted. I need anap.”
I look at the clock beside Emma Lia’s bed. “Take a nap if you like. I’ll wake you in a couple of hours, and we’ll go out for a latelunch.”
“You didn’t sleep last night. I know that you must be tired. Stay and nap withme.”
