Losing Control

30 Haziran 2022 0 Yazar: sexhikayeleri

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 This is a less explicit but equally intense version of our short story “The Chair”, enjoy… — 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. almanbahis 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 almanbahis yeni giriş 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, almanbahis giriş 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.