Sweet Submission by Roxy Sloane on December 18, 2014
Pages: 150
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Most women don’t know the pleasure of total surrender.
You’ve fantasized about it. Maybe you’ve even tried. Asked for his hands to grip you a little tighter. If he could tie you up. Hold you down. But he always stops too soon.
He doesn’t mean it when he makes you beg for him, doesn’t push you to the limits of your pleasure and demand everything you have to give--and more.
You wonder, what would it be like with a man who truly commanded you? How sweet would the release be, giving yourself up completely?
No limits.
No boundaries.
His control.
Most women don’t know the pleasure of total surrender.
You’ve fantasized about it. Maybe you’ve even tried. Asked for his hands to grip you a little tighter. If he could tie you up. Hold you down. Fuck you the way you need, his cock driving hard and relentless, riding your wet pussy until you can’t take it anymore.
But he always stops too soon. Eases up before you’re done. He’s careful, cautious. You know, deep down, he’s not for real.
He doesn’t mean it when he makes you beg for him to fuck you, doesn’t push you to your limits and demand everything you have to give—and more.
He doesn’t realize that domination is an act of worship. The adoration of a woman beyond all limits; the reverence to give her the pleasure she truly deserves.
You wonder, what would it be like with a man who truly commanded you? How sweet would the release be, giving yourself up completely?
No limits. No boundaries.
His control.
“Get on your knees and open your mouth.”
This girl knows that pleasure. She’s already panting, eager and wet. She falls to the floor in front of me and assumes the position.
Eyes hidden beneath a blindfold. Hands behind her back. Breasts bared. Juicy lips wide open and ready for my cock.
I trail a riding crop over her shuddering flesh, pacing a slow circle around her. Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, but she knows better than to beg for me now. Each second I wait makes her nipples stiffen, her thighs clench, her damp clit throb for more.
Still, I wait.
I watch her beautiful body carefully, landing quick strokes of the crop on her reddening skin. She moans and gasps at the brief impact, and I feel her pleasure like it was my own.
Control is my virtue. I demand everything from her, and I won’t be sated until it’s mine.
