The Dominion of Longing
Prologue: New Limits, Dark Shadows.
It was raining again and the windshield was fogged. For a second you wondered aloud why you’d agreed to drive to his house so late at night…but the subtle tingle that crept along your nervous system was all the answer you really needed. When he touched you it was electric. The feeling of his lips and fingers gliding across your skin was intoxicating and addicting. You couldn’t say no to him and didn’t want to anyway.
His last text had been quite specific and yet somehow vague. You wondered at it’s meaning, but it clearly wasn’t a suggestion.
“Come straight upstairs. Don’t bother with the lights. Keep your hands empty.”
You pulled into the driveway, the house was dark but for one dim light flickering from the master bedroom. One last look in the mirror and you got out, walking to the door. Your plain sweatshirt and yoga pants concealed a blood red lace plunging bra and thong panties, already soaked with anticipation.
You opened the door to darkness. Only a glow of light up the stairs and some muffled music could be heard. Following the text’s instructions you walk up the stairs and called out his name, but there was no answer. Your body began to heat ever so slightly as anticipation of the unknown built.
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The upstairs is black. The slim beam of light from the master bedroom escapes from under the locked door. You knock quietly, timidly, and announce your presence. There is no response. You jiggle the handle again. Locked. You begin to call out again when from behind a hand wraps around your mouth, only grabbing your waist firmly.
You cry out, but the sound is muffled by the fingers across your lips. A voice growls into your ear
“No small talk tonight… You will do exactly as I say. You will follow my commands. You will give yourself to me completely. Nod if you understand.”
Your mind reels but the strength felt from the firm grip on your body and the absolute intent in the words melts you instantly. You nod your head in understanding and acceptance of whatever comes next.
The door opens to dim candlelight and soft music. The bed is barren but for a single white sheet. Straps are laid across in an X from the four corners.
He presses you forward, hands guiding your body firmly to the edge of the bed. He releases and whispers to you go not turn or look. Keep your eyes on the wall he says. You want to turn, your body burns to twist and see what is going on, but you’re rooted in place by the words.
“Remove your shirt and pants, keep the underwear on.” A simple command. Unequivocal. You comply.
Your porcelain skin prickles with goose bumps as the cool air wisps across you. The candlelight casts deep shadows across the curves of your body.
He may be in charge but you know you still command his attention. You look ravishing. You can almost feel him tense behind you as his eyes trace across your nearly naked form.
Suddenly his breath is on the back of your neck. One hand slowly exploring across your lower back, your stomach, your breasts. The other is mysteriously absent.
“Close.” A kiss on the neck.
“Your.” A nibble on your ear lobe.
“Eyes.” A tongue tracing behind your ear.
You feel him slide a blindfold across your face with the missing hand, the flickering Amber light replaced by total darkness.
He moves you onto the bed, laying you on your back. His hands slightly command your body into position. Arms outstretched above your head. Legs parted and spread below. You feel straps being wrapped around your wrists and ankles. They are pulled tight and snug. You test the restraint, but there is little slack. Your heart races at the loss of control, you feel flushed and your breathing becomes shallow as every single touch intensifies.
You feel warm liquid being drizzled across your breasts, stomach, and legs… His hands begin to rub you. The oil dribbling across your skin, his firm rough hands massaging the viscous liquid across every inch of your body. His mouth and tongue proceed with his warm slippery touch. Small delicate kisses and bites at every curve and junction. Special consideration is placed on your hips, your legs, and your feet. You know he adores every inch of your figure but seems to be especially magnetized to those parts of you. Despite the restraints you feel powerful and in control. He is the one worshiping you after all… The concept of time slips away as he explores you.
His fingers and mouth eventually are drawn between your legs. The heat radiating from your soaked pussy has turned the red underwear a deep crimson. His hands pull the fabric aside and you feel two fingers slide inside of you. You gasp and your body tenses, hand and legs tugging against your restraints. The fingers curl and press against the inside of your pussy, and waves of pleasure immediately course across your body. Your breathing becomes ragged and shallow as the blood flows across your body to your trembling pelvis. His other hand oiled and slick slides up your stomach, parting your breasts until it rests, hovering around your neck and throat.
His voice is a low growl when he tells you,
“Now it’s time for you to cum. You aren’t going to be cut loose until I’m satisfied that you’ve felt enough pleasure. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and my cock until I decide you’ve had enough. Do you understand?”
You nod your ascent. You began to wonder how could something sound menacing and exhilarating at the same time but the thought is squeezed from your mind as his hand squeezes around your throat. You gasp releasing the last of the air from your body. His fingers in your pussy began to increase their tempo sliding in and out and up ever faster. Your arms and legs flail against the restraint but you are helpless to resist. Helpless to even shift or move away from his hands.
The combination of sensory overload and sensory deprivation is almost too much to handle. Your body begins to convulse and quiver as the waves of pleasure crash against every tense muscle in your body. As your focus and hearing began to blur from the lack of blood to your brain you hear him repeating over and over
“Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum for me.”
The mantra is synched in time to deep thrusts of his fingers inside you, a third now sliding in and stretching your tight hole, causing a new wave of sensation to spiral across your nerve endings.
Your mind races, your strength ebbs, and your ability to resist falters. It just feels so…fucking…good.
…but you don’t want to relinquish control. You have never fully given in, even to him. Tonight is different though. He HAS you. He OWNS you completely. There is no decision left but the one he forced you into. With a final arch and a spasm, you scream out in pleasure and explode. Every nerve in your body erupts in a white-hot fire of intensity as an orgasm tidal waves across your body. Your pelvic muscles clamp down on his fingers. The scream and the pressure against his hand embolden him. He began to finger fuck you with relentless abandon. You continue to scream and beg for him to not stop as you thrash against the restraints. Juices flood from your pussy coating his fingers in sweet sticky vitae.
After what felt like an eternity his pace and his grunting slow. His hand relaxes from around your throat. Deep breaths of cold air fill your lungs and your senses begin to return. You are still reeling from what had just occurred, small aftershocks still sliding across your body. The blindfold has slipped up in all the movement and you catch half a glimpse of his arms and chest taught with exertion looming over you. Veins tracing a latticework across sinewy corded muscles. A hint of a smirk or smile flashes across his lips. You can tell he is pleased…but then the smile vanishes and his face became rigid again. He leans over you, placing his mouth near your ear, and whispers
“You followed my orders. You did as I said. You came for me. Was that good for you?”
You nod your head cocked one eye peaking from behind the angled blindfold trying to see his face. He sees you looking for him and a hand grips your jaw preventing it from turning.
“I want to reward you for listening and doing as I said” he continues in your ear. “We are only just beginning to find your limits and unlock your potential…do you understand?”
You didn’t, not really. You shook your head side to side.
“I’m not done making you cum, not by a long shot, the night has just begun…it’s time for you to feel truly overwhelmed.”
How could you feel any more overwhelmed you thought, what could he possibly do?
His hand turns your face again. And now your eye was looking across the room. What was the movement… Was there something in the corner? No was there SOMEONE in the corner?
The candles flickered. And for a moment you see clearly. A second man. stripped naked, thick muscular arms crossed against his broad chest, tight stomach guiding your view downwards to a large throbbing erect member framed between two massive thighs.
The voice near your ear calls out
“Let us begin” and the figure in the corner moves towards you as a hand pushes the blindfold back down once again plunging the room into darkness.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/xzwlc7/30m_pushes_25f_beyond_her_limits