"I'm not done with you yet," he said. "Christ, you feel good. You're wet enough to take all of me already." To prove his point he thrust himself deep, burying his shaft all the way to the root. I moaned with the size of him.
With no need to ease into it, the animal took over. He drove himself into me with a bestial urgency. One hand fell onto my back, pushing me into the bed, while the other seized my shoulder, grinding me against him in time with his thrusts.
I had never felt so utterly possessed before. In that moment, bound and held, I was his, every part of me, to tease and touch and fuck as he wished. I wasn't sure I'd ever get enough of that feeling.
His pace slowed and I felt his hand slide up to the back of my head.
"I think it's time to remove these," he said, fingering the blindfold and ribbon. "I want you to see how you look trussed up for me. I want you to watch me as I fuck you."
He gave a tug and they both fell to the floor. The room sprang into view. It was strange being able to see again. For a second I merely blinked, struggling to get my bearings. Then my eyes fell on the mirror that occupied the far wall.
"You see now what you've let me do to you?" he asked. "And this is just the beginning. I can show you a whole world of pleasure just like this."
The image of my bound body being mounted from behind was almost too much. Sebastian had shed his clothes. He stood behind me naked, taut, and glistening with sweat. A pure, primal picture of masculinity. It was the first time I'd seen him fully undressed. There was barely an ounce of fat on him. From his perfectly toned biceps to his powerful chest to the magnificent V of muscle that hugged his pelvis, the sight of him took my breath away.
I watched with wild eyes as that magnificent cock disappeared inside me, his body quivering with barely restrained ferocity. My ass glowed red in the lamplight, still raw from our earlier games, and every thrust sent a little sting coursing through me, as his stomach brushed that tender skin.
"Yes," I moaned, "I want you to show me."
Shifting angles, he brought his hand up to my ass, his fingers playing gently across the delicate, rosy ring at the centre. Under other circumstances I'd probably have been shocked by that alien sensation, but as excited as I was, I took it in stride.
"Have you ever let a man fuck you here?" he asked, lubing himself with my juices and pushing just the tiniest way inside me. I felt an unexpected thread of pleasure shoot through me.
"No," I replied. "I've done a little anal play, but it was a long time ago."
"Then we'll go slow," he said. "But I want to have you there eventually. I want to have you everywhere, Sophia. Every part of you is mine." There was no question in his voice, and I didn't object. I knew it was true. Besides, of all the things I'd let him do, this seemed almost tame by comparison.
His breathing began to quicken. I could hear it in his sounds, those raw, animal grunts; he was getting close.
"I want you to come with me, Sophia. I want to feel you tighten around me as I blow inside you."
"Oh god, oh fuck," I cried, already well past the point of no return.
"Now Sophia, I'm coming!"
I'd always thought simultaneous orgasms were a phenomenon reserved for porn and cheap romance novels, but Sebastian seemed to be making it a mission to show me how much I didn't know. We rocked together, our bodies writhing in ecstatic unison as our climaxes took hold. There was an incredible sense of connection in that moment, like we were sharing one orgasm that burst outward into both of us. He buried himself inside me almost to the point of pain, and I pushed back, my whole body clenching and tingling.
When it was over, we both fell boneless and breathless to the bed. For a while we just dozed in silence, content to bask in the glow of what had just happened. It seemed like I should say something, but I wasn't sure I could put into words what I was feeling at that moment.
My arms and legs were still bound, but I didn't mind. Lying there with one of his powerful arms wrapped around me, I felt completely safe.
"That was wonderful," he said, sometime later.
I nodded and let out a little sigh.
He reached up and began to unbind me. "You're a natural submissive, you know that? I know you were afraid, but once we began, you were perfect."
"I didn't know being tied up was considered a skill."
He laughed. It was a big, boisterous sound that shook the bed beneath me. "Don't think of it as a skill. Think of it as a mindset. It takes a lot of courage to give yourself to someone like that. Not everyone can do it."
"I guess so." A shiver rolled down my spine as I thought back on all the things I'd just let him do. "To be honest, it wasn't really what I was expecting," I continued. "Even after the other night, part of me still thought it would feel... wrong somehow. Like I was being exploited."
He nodded slowly. "Society has a lot of misconceptions about what we do. That's one of the big ones. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of guys out there who use it as an excuse to abuse women, but that's not what submission is really about. A true dom only has as much control as their partner allows. It's a gift given from one person to another, and don't think for one second I'm not thankful for that."
"Well, you're welcome," I replied, feeling a little bewildered by his words. "I hadn't really thought of it that way before, but it makes me feel better knowing you're not just waiting for the right moment to chain me to the bed and never let me leave."
"Only if you give me permission," he said with a grin.
"I'll keep that in mind."
A few minutes later, he drifted off. I tried to join him, but sleep wouldn't come. My mind was spinning, still trying to process all the new sensations and emotions that were swirling inside me.
I no longer had any doubt that Sebastian was right. I was a submissive. The way my body turned to hot clay in his hands was proof enough of that. But I had to be careful. I couldn't let myself get in too deep. It was hard not to feel some kind of connection when you gave yourself to somebody so completely like that, but the fact was that this was just business as usual for him. Something fun to pass the time. Letting myself believe it was anything else was dangerous. All I could do was enjoy it for what it was.
After another twenty minutes of tossing and turning, I decided that maybe I needed a little help shutting down. Slipping out from under the covers I headed over to the mini bar. The tiny bottle of champagne was thirty dollars, but given the rate for the room was almost certainly more than my monthly rent, I figured Sebastian wouldn't mind.