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Losing Control

She is bound but determined to stay in control.
 This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story "The Chair", enjoy...

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Eve stands in front of the apartment.

Her naked thighs are cold from the wind swirling around the edges of the her long coat. She pulls the coat closer around her and shudders. Her heart races as she raises her hand to knock on the door. She pauses, hand raised, then knocks. Her nipples harden immediately. She knocks, once, then twice before she takes a small step back.

Adam hears the knock at the door and looks at the clock, it is exactly 9:10pm.

“Good girl,” he thinks.

He puts down his glass of scotch and rises from the couch. The room is warmed by the roaring fire. He walks slowly to the door, his bare feet gliding softly across the floor. He can see Eve’s silhouette in the frosted glass and pauses for a second. He wants to make her wait, anticipation building, exerting his control even before they see each other.

He opens the door and smiles as her eyes go wide, she is possibly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Eve’s breath catches as she sees him around edge of the opening door. Adam is dressed only in a pair of faded jeans, a black leather belt loose around his waist. His chest and arms are strong and bare. She senses his physical presence immediately, knowing he is able to control her physically. Just looking at him her legs go weak and she feels a wetness beginning to stir deep inside her. Her mouth is dry and she is afraid that if she tries to speak it will come out as an obscene croak. She lowers her eyes and smiles shyly.

He catches her chin gently and pulls her through the door, raising her chin he plants a small kiss on her cheek. He again marvels at the arousing combination of strength, vulnerability and pure lust that he sees in her eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

He feels her knees buckle slightly as his strong voice washes over her.

She whimpers, “Yes.”

He kisses her, deeply this time, and pulls her into his arms. She is trembling. He closes the door and draws her inside.

He looks down at her face again to make sure she is steady and then, releasing her, he backs away slightly. Reaching to her he pulls the end of the belt of her long coat. The coat opens slightly to reveal her pale naked skin underneath. He smiles again as he feels himself harden at the sight.

Eve feels her face and neck go red as the coat opens. Her heart is pounding in her ears, and her hands are wet and slippery. She knows he desires her and loves to see him staring at her body. She wants him to lust after her, she wants to be sexy for him.

Adam reaches across and pulls the coat from her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. Her flush moves down her chest as her nipples harder in the cool air of the room. Goosebumps rise on her arms and legs, the air feels cool on her exposed skin. She is very shy of her body, and she struggles to think of it as perfect even though he has told her many times that it is.

He lets his eyes roam over her. Her breasts, large, heavy and perfectly shaped, are topped by very erect, very swollen nipples. Looking down across her flat belly he sees the smooth hairless mound that ends in an intoxicatingly moist cleft. Her shapely legs are clad only in 4 inch red heels.

He reaches out slowly with both hands and grabs a nipple between each thumb and index finger. Rolling them lightly he sees her mouth open and hears a low moan escape. Pinching hard elicits a squeal. He wants to suck her swollen nipples into his mouth but resists.

Looking in her eyes he pinches again, harder this time, causing her to take a deep breath. She meets and holds his gaze, she knows there will be pain tonight, pain and pleasure in varying combinations. Pain and pleasure that will end in a massive climax, but only if she is good, only if she does exactly what he asks. She wants to be possessed absolutely by him.

She is getting more excited by the second. She can feel moisture dripping down her legs and she can smell her own arousal. He pinches her nipples again pulling and twisting as he does.

She moans softly, “Oh my god.”

So softly that he is not sure what he heard but he knows she is excited. He steps back and looks at her again, seeing the wetness flowing from her makes his mouth water. He longs to kneel between her legs and lick and suck her until she explodes in his mouth.

He grabs her hand and leads her to the center of the room. Eve sees a wooden chair positioned in front of the fireplace. She looks up at him questioningly but he only smiles. He bends her slowly over the chair, the hard wooden back of the chair pressing into her belly. Her hands are supporting her weight on the seat of the chair. He moves around and quickly but gently ties her hands to the front legs of the chair with a red silk scarf.

“Spread your legs Eve,” he growls.

Her breath comes quicker now and she does exactly what he ask. Her heart is pounding. She can feel the heat of the fire on her back and head but her ass and thighs are cool. She feels totally exposed and vulnerable, she can feel herself throbbing in anticipation.

He bends down behind her, face inches from her, intoxicated by the sight. He runs his hand lightly down the inside of her left thigh and grabs her ankle tightly. He binds first the left ankle then the right to the chair with more silk scarfs. Sliding his hand up her leg now, all the way until it is pressing on the hot wetness at the apex. He slowly removes his hand sliding one finger into her wet folds, eliciting a long low moan. She is totally immobile, totally vulnerable and totally exposed.

He stands and looks down on her, hair falling forward over her face, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as she fights to keep her rapid breath under control. She is shaking slightly and goose bumps again cover her arms and legs.

Eve is totally helpless, the way she longs to be. She knows he will push her to the edge of desire, to the edge of control, to the point of total physical and emotional release, and beyond, but only once she has given herself to him without reserve.

He walks to the couch and retrieves his drink. He is hard as a rock now and needs to regain control. Leaving her exposed in the middle of the room builds the anticipation for both of them. Taking a long drink he puts he glass back down.

He leans down beside her, “Eve, are you OK?”

She can smell the sweet earthy scent of scotch on his breath and longs to kiss his mouth and suck on his tongue, to taste him. She nods, already beyond the point of responding with words, all her senses focused on his actions. He stares deep into her eyes, making sure there is no fear, making sure there is only the desire to be taken.

He steps back, grabs her ass cheeks roughly and spreads them wide. He leans forward and lightly dips his tongue into her dark cleft.

She convulses at the touch.

He licks slowly in circles, building tension, and then just as suddenly he stops.

He leans back down beside her head and kisses her deeply. Tasting herself on his tongue is intoxicating. He whispers softly, “Eve, do not lose control. If you climax without my permission you will be punished.”

His words in themselves are almost enough to make her lose control. She feels herself spasm slightly, a new gush of wetness flowing from her.

She nods.

He leans closer, louder now he says, “Eve, do you understand?”

Her heart stops, she nods again, afraid to look at him.

“Say it!”

“Yes, Master, I understand,” she says as she looks up and meets his gaze.

It takes all her will to keep her eyes on him but she is rewarded with a smile. She relaxes her head back down, focusing again on the warmth spreading from her aching core, radiating out to her nipples.

He moves behind her. Her senses are reaching out, desperately waiting for another touch, any touch. Waiting, anticipating, she is going out of her mind.

Softly he runs his nails up the back of her leg and over her ass. Repeatedly, coming closer to her wetness each time but never touching. Both hands now, lightly then hard again.

“Please,” she moans, “please Master, please touch me.”

Her need has become an ache. Her nipples are painfully erect and she rocks back and forth, dragging them across the rough wood of the chair back. She feels herself unfolding, begging to be touched.

“Oh my god, Master, please touch me,” she begs.

His hands move to her wetness and he spreads her wide. He dips his tongue into her, tasting her for the first time. He pulls his tongue away and she gasps. She strains back against the chair and the bindings, straining to be back in contact with his tongue.

He moves his tongue back in contact with her hard bud, swirling it in small circles. Back to her dripping wetness and then to her tight little hole. Back and forth, he licks long and hard, repeating the process in agonizing slowness.

Eve is lost in the intense sensation, feeling the pleasure waves building inside her.

He pulls back and she whimpers loudly in frustration.

The hard slap on her ass shocks her, “Be a good girl,” he growls.

He sees her body clench as she anticipates another slap. When it doesn’t come immediately she relaxes. Now he slaps her ass again, surprising her.

Hearing the moans resulting from the slap Adam senses that if he continues she will lose control so he decides to test her resolve. Slap after slap, over her ass, contacting her swollen wetness, her hard bud, legs and thighs.

Eve is crying out, begging for him to continuing, desperate for more.

He stops, again and waits for her body to relax. This time it takes much longer. He can see her swollen pink lips clenching and unclenching, she is right on the edge of control. She is holding her breath, fighting the climax that threatens to overwhelm her. Finally her body relaxes, barely holding back the crashing waves. She wants to obey him so badly, she wants to be the good girl he desires, but she is so close to the edge.

He moves around to the front of the chair and removes his pants. She strains to see him, to watch him undress. He moves to her side and positions himself by her head. She takes him slowly into her mouth. Sucking deeply, savoring the intoxicating taste. Sucking hard she tries desperately to extract the nectar she loves.

He pushes back her hair so he can watch as he moves in and out of her mouth. Her eyelid are half closed, eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the moment. She swirls her tongue around the head and shaft as he pulls out. He rocks slowly back and forth.

He moves his hands to her nipples as she continues to suck. Working both nipples, pinching and stroking he can see her hips arching as her arousal increases.

Eve loves having him in her mouth and relaxes her throat to give him full access. She can feel her climax creeping up on her again and she struggles for control. Moans escape her throat each time he pulls back.

He hates to slow the rapid buildup but he needs to remain in control. The desire to fill her mouth is strong but he pulls away. He moves behind her quickly and without warning pushes two fingers deep inside her. He moves his thumb to her swollen bud and his tongue to her ass, working it deep inside.

Adam knows this is unfair but he continues. Plunging his fingers into her, rubbing with his thumb he pushes her inexorably higher.

Eve is desperate, she knows she can’t hold on, the feelings are too intense and she is way beyond control.

“Please tell me to finish Master!” she begs.

“Please”

“Not yet, not until I permit it,” he says.

He curls his fingers and begins to rub her g-spot in tight hard circles in time with the small circles of his thumb. He knows this will push her over the edge.

Eve is holding her breath, clenching her muscles around his fingers and tongue but this only makes the feelings more intense. 

Determined to hold out she gasps and moans continually. Finally the feelings are too much to contain.

“Oh god!”

Adam feels her body let go, the wetness flowing from her. He feels her spasms tightening around his fingers and tongue. He continues to push his fingers in and out as her climax rolls over her leaves her gasping for breath. Slowly he stands up and backs away.

“I am very disappointed,” he says quietly.

“I’m so sorry Master, I tried” Eve whispers head turned slightly to see him.

She looks at him through her sweaty hair. One part is wondering if he will let this slide, if he will forgive her. The other part of her is hoping to be punished and hopes that he will not forgive her. The mixture of dread and desire is making her belly flutter in anticipation.

He moves to the pants he left on the floor and removes the leather belt. She can see what he is doing and flushes in excitement in spite of herself.

“I deserve to be punished Master,” she whispers.

“You don’t deserve anything, but I will punish you,” he responds quietly, as he moves back behind her.

Her body clenches again from the subtle force of the words and she waits for the punishment to begin.

Again he waits for her to relax before bringing the folded belt down firmly on her exposed ass. Hard but not hard enough to injure, smack, wait, smack, wait, each time a different time interval. He wants to make sure she never knows when or where the blow will land. Each time the belt hits a bolt of pain shoots through her, followed instantly by the shock of electric pleasure that goes directly to her core.

She feels her climax building again, she wants him inside her, she wants to lose control again but continues to hold back. To lose control while being punished would be the ultimate disappointment for her Master.

Finally he stops. She is panting. He moves behind her and, without warning, plunges his hardness deep inside her.

Eve screams in absolute pleasure.

Juices are spilling from her, running down her legs. He is moving into her desperately now. Both hands on her hips, she is lost in pleasure as he fills her completely. He reaches into the depths of her, moving her towards higher and higher levels of pleasure. She is totally filled, totally possessed by him. She is in heaven.

Eve feels his finger go to her ass and she strains back against him desperately wanting him to fill both her holes. He works first one then two fingers into her. Moving her in time with the pounding of their hips.

A third finger now and Eve is crying out, ”Take me, Master, take my ass!”

He pulls out of her pussy and presses against her tight little hole. He slowly pushes into her until his entire length is deep inside her. Stretching her, filling her. He starts to move inside her, out and then back in, filling her completely. He knows he will not last long, moving ever faster as they both near climax.

Finally he releases her, “Now Eve!”

“Thank you Master, thank you!” she sobs.

He is pounding into her now and she is meeting his every stroke. Her climax peaks and then crashes over her. As her muscles clench around him he lets go, filling her with hot sticky wetness. He slowly stops moving and lets her spasms subside.

Bending down Adam places his mouth softly on Eve’s swollen pink lips. Licking gently and slowly, hands pulling her wide open, he again brings her closer and closer to the edge.

“Eve, my Princess, relax, enjoy, surrender your body to me,” he whispers.

He dips his tongue into her, tasting her previous climax. Dipping lower he takes her hard bud between his lips and sucks intently. Alternating sucking and licking, he can feel her release building again. Moans issue softly from her mouth, her back arches, attempting to bring more soft flesh in contact with his tongue and lips.

Adam senses her holding back and reassures her, “Relax Eve, give your wetness to me, let your body do what it wants.”

With that she explodes in his mouth, gasping, shuddering, crying, totally spent. He rises slowly, kissing up her legs and back, soft caresses, gentle strokes, quiet whispers.

He reaches down and slowly unties her. Taking her in his arms they move to the couch and lie down. He pulls a blanket over them and pulls her head to his chest.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

As her body calms and her heartbeat returns to normal she sighs and cuddles closer, totally content she falls asleep.

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