Submission (18+) - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

I gasped as I felt him guide my head down, "you may look as much as you like now. If you're not too close, that is." I was going directly down into his lap!
It's hard to say if he was guiding my mouth to his cock or if he was holding me back from cannonballing my head into his crotch. It barely flashed past my vision before I had it engulfed between my lips. Each inch of his manhood passing inside me seemed to fill me with giddiness, like I'd just discovered the greatest toy of all time. I was determined to feel as much of it as possible, explore every smallest part of him with my tongue. His taste washed over me, combined with his scent and his pulsing excitement, all coming at me at once. Muskiness, soft skin covering rock hard desire, with a hint of salty tasting precum. Slowly, I eased back, sweeping my tongue from side to side on his underside. 'It should be here, right below the head...' He groaned, hard and long, when I hit the sweet spot.
I felt intensely satisfied that I could bring that sexy man sound out of him, right past his dominant self-control, but I had little time to congratulate myself. His firm grip on my hair pressed me down again, slowly deeper and deeper.
"Tell me when it's too much."
I love giving blowjobs. I love everything about oral sex, but deep throating has never been my strong suit. There were still a good two inches of cock left past my lips when his head hit the back of my throat and his guiding hand stopped pressing forward. I wanted more, I tried to get more, but my damn throat was simply having none of it. I gagged hard and was forced to back off.
He didn't give me any time to feel disappointed. "That felt fantastic," he beamed down at me, "This time you're going to taste my cum."
He guided me into a steady rhythm. Up and down, his hand on my head, pausing on every upstroke to let me lick his sweet spot before taking me down again. It really felt like guidance and not force. Like I was the one giving him the blowjob rather than him taking a blowjob from me, if that makes sense. He was simply showing me how he liked it best. Nevertheless, the experience made me feel deeply submissive. Kneeling before him like he was my king, worshiping him while ignoring how much wetter this was making my already throbbing pussy.
I was in heaven. I hummed low in my throat to vibrate his cock, earning me another gratifying groan of pleasure from him. I sucked him hard and sloppy, keeping my tongue constantly working around and around as his pleasure mounted. Steady streams of saltiness accompanied faster jaw filling throbs as I sucked him. I did my best to maintain eye contact, looking up and trying to communicate with my expression just how much I loved his cock while keeping my focus inward. It was really a lot of work! Up top -- lick fast under his head. Slide down -- run my tongue over his whole shaft. Down at the base -- hum deep, smile without releasing the seal. Slide back up -- suck as hard as I could to give his head pressure. Again and again as he guided me up and down, gently speeding me up as he got closer. I found myself wishing there was some kind of jaw machine at the gym. My tongue burned and I was running short on air.
Pleasure, more and more uncontrolled, flowed freely across is face until finally he held me steady and convulsed mightily. Streams of hot cum filled me, coating the back of my throat and inside my cheeks as I frantically tried to swallow and keep licking him at the same time. It seemed like an infinite stream, spurt after spurt rocketed out from him, quickly overwhelming my efforts to keep pace. I was about to spill some when he finally slowed down and, with a heavy moan, slouched backwards and out of me.
I savored the remainder of his cum in my mouth. I don't really like the taste and texture of sperm. Let's face it, who does? But feeling it there, seeing the satisfied grin on his face and remembering the feeling of him quivering and pulsing as he'd given it to me... it felt like a trophy. I'd made him feel that amazing! My body had turned him on so much that he'd needed his dick sucked, and he liked my head so much he'd overflowed my mouth with jizz. It made me glow with pride.
At the same time, a small shadow of disappointment grew at the back of my mind, linked directly to my dripping and sorrowfully empty cunt. With Malcolm spent, I would not be getting fucked tonight. I tried telling myself that it was dumb and greedy of me to feel let down by it. I was supposed to think of his needs before my own. This was what I'd signed up for. Indeed, what I'd practically begged him for. I knew it, but still, after sharing such an intimately erotic experience with him, I don't think I'd ever felt so horny in my life. I wanted to cum, damn it! It was fucking hard to come to terms with letting that go.
"You're pretty good at that," Malcolm had recovered and was extending a hand down to me, "come, your knees must be killing you." They were, though I hadn't noticed it until then. I'd been too distracted by too many other things.
Before I could properly stretch, though, I found myself completely lifted off the ground draped up in Malcolm's arms. "You've made me very happy today," he whispered in my ear, "you deserve a reward." My heart skipped a beat as he carried me the short distance to my bed. Weightless in his arms, I felt hypnotized by his bottomless eyes so close. It really wasn't fair, the way he could flip a switch and overwhelm my emotions like this.
He lay me out with pillows comfortably propping my head up. Once again above me, he slowly played with my hair between his fingers. Despite still being naked and him still being fully dressed, I didn't quite feel so bare. It felt more... intimate? Comfortable? Natural? I don't know. I was having trouble thinking straight, my world was contracting to small points. The spots on my face where his fingers brushed me, the feel as he toyed with my bangs, the spot on my neck where he kissed me, the silk under my hands where I was rubbing his chest, and the ever present need inside of me that grew more urgent by the minute.
His fingers traced down my body as he positioned himself comfortably between my legs. I did a double take. Between my legs! He was set like he was about to eat me out!
He laughed and I could feel his breath on my upper thighs, "Surprised?"
"Um, yes, Sir." He rubbed my thighs, slowly spreading my legs as wide as they would go and sending bolts of pleasure directly to my core. "It's not -- *moan* -- what I expected."
"People seem to think cunnilingus isn't manly or dominant. Nothing could be further from the truth. If you were a puppet, your strings would be right here. With a slight nudge --" he pressed a finger directly between my lips, drawing it up through my slit and directly over my clit. My entire body jumped like I'd been struck my lightning and I let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure "—I can bring the most adorable reactions out of you. There's very few positions where I can exercise any more direct control over your body."
He was right. I writhed and moaned as he played me like a musical instrument. Teasing my lips with long brushes through my pubic hair to make me shudder and thrust my hips. Caressing my thighs with gentle squeezes just below my pussy to make me tremble and throb. Making me squeal and arch my back with a quick peck kiss directly on my clit. He worked those in with long, slow licks all the way up and through me, covering every inch of my sensitive cunt with his tongue.
He was like a researcher mapping out how I reacted to stimulus, testing and experimenting with different pressure levels and combinations. It kept me guessing and my orgasm level spiking up and down like an EKG machine. Any steady pressure on my clit brought me to the edge in seconds and queued him to back his teasing off. It was driving me crazy! I was on fire with need, long past the point of coherence. It felt so good. Everything about the roller coaster of stimulation felt so amazingly good, I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to explode. To cum my brains out through my cunt all over his face. But I also wanted this to go on forever. I never wanted the pleasure to end.
Malcolm looked delighted between my legs, watching me closely for my reactions. Always so warm and attentive to me... even if he was using that attention to tease me, it made me feel special. Wanted. Loved.
All at once, I felt myself filled. Hot firm flesh of at least two fingers drove up into my pussy and mauled directly against my g-spot. I've never cum from penetration before, but I really thought I was about to. Without realizing it, I was putting the apartment's soundproofing to serious work and ripping the sheets off the bed. I thrust hard up to meet his fingers, wanting to feel them as deep inside of me as possible -- wanting to draw as much of him into myself as I could. He firmly pressed me down, easily overpowering me with his strength.
Malcolm met my eyes and slowly, deliberately, lowered his mouth. "Cum as much and as hard as you can," he told me from directly between my legs. Then my clit was being sucked hard into his mouth. He sucked me deep and licked me hard, each tiny bump of his tongue sending a vibration of pleasure directly to my core. I didn't last more than three seconds. I came. Hard. It was like a bomb exploded deep within me and exploded again and again with every contraction. Waves of pure ecstasy burst through me, filling every inch of me from my toes to my brain to deep within my mind.
I came and came and came, clamping down so hard on his still thrusting fingers that I thought I could feel his fingerprints. My clit throbbed so hard into his mouth that I thought he was swallowing it. He never stopped hammering, forcing another orgasm right on the heels of the first. I felt myself melting, my mind going slightly fuzzy and my vision blurring around the edges.
Slowly, with several aftershocks and relapses, the wildfire burned itself out. Everything seemed slightly hazy as I came back to myself, almost like I'd had a few shots of hard liquor. I realized I'd nearly crushed Malcolm's head between my thighs. I hadn't even realized I'd closed them! Also, I might have bruised my breasts a little. Again, didn't even realize I'd been squeezing them.
"Wow... that was fucking awesome."
A short time later, we spooned together under the covers. The steady rhythm of his breathing as he slept was soothing, making me drowsy but still not wanting to sleep.
We'd chatted about everything that had happened, pressing each other for details about how the other had felt. I was especially interested hearing how powerful Malcolm had felt while directing my slow strip. Apparently, touch was a powerful form of control, and having free reign to touch me while I restrained myself made the Dom/sub dynamic more real. It was very interesting to hear his perspective, but even more so it was glorious to share a bed with him.
He had finally taken off his suit! His bare chest pressed into my back and his bare legs entwined with mine. I've always been a complete sucker for cuddles. Skin on skin contact does powerful things to my emotions.
Finally feeling sated, I felt like I should be more analytical. Had I really done all those things? It had felt so easy to slip into the role, so natural to go with the flow. A voice in the back of my head repeated Nicole's words about obedience. What might I find myself doing? Maybe it should have worried me then, but it didn't. I felt too good to be worried by anything.
I fell asleep holding Malcolm's hand tight to my chest. 'Mine!'