Submission (18+) - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Especially when it ends with me getting filled up with his cum.
Malcolm's orgasm felt like the perfect climax to everything. He held me tightly as his muscles could, crushing the air out of me with the force of it while he throbbed for all he was worth against my insides. All I could do was cling to him and enjoy the ride. It's fun to feel these little moments when even Malcolm loses a bit of his control. When he gets overwhelmed by the pleasure I've given him and gets taken away by it.
Usually after a big orgasm, Malcolm likes to lay back and enjoy the afterglow. This time, however, he sprung up and immediately started rubbing my clit. I hadn't really been too close to cumming, but as sensitive as I was, his fingers mixing with his own cum gently circling me felt damn good. My back arched, setting off a chain reaction of achiness, that mixed with the intense pleasure and made my head spin.
"It's time for you to cum for me."
"It's fine," I instinctively started to say, "you can relax if you want—"
He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, did that sound like I was asking you a question?"
He pressed a little harder, still mostly gentle but my sensitivity amplifying it to shock pleasure right through me. "No, Sir!" I gasped.
"Good. Not every orgasm is a special treat for you, you know." He pointedly tapped his finger on my collar. "Sometimes, I just want to see you cum."
*Of course, my orgasm denying dominant picks right now to become altruistic!* If my body had enough battery left in it to fuel an orgasm, it was going to be a surprise to me. "I'll try, Sir."
Malcolm chuckled at my lack of confidence. "You can take all that flogging with no complaints, but you think a simple orgasm is beyond you?" He shook his head in mock confusion. "And here I could have sworn I remember you pestering me to let you have more of them."
He picked up his pace again, adding a bit of stimulation down around the entrance to my vagina at the same time, making me squirm even more. "Not fair, Sir, and you know it!"
"Of course I do." He tapped my collar again, grinning. "What was it you said before? About you making sure my life doesn't get boring? It seems reasonable that goes both ways."
I clenched my teeth and nodded, the pressure of everything mounting to the point that it was hard to think again. Feeling pleasure made my body move, and moving hurt, but it also felt good to stretch my tired muscles, and then Malcolm was finger fucking me, and getting more of his cum on my clit, and that was unbelievably hot, so I moved even more, and around the circle again. Around and around, winding me up and making me dizzy.
"You're going to cum when I tell you too." I nodded again, barely registering, but then realizing after what he'd said. But I wasn't on the edge yet! "Ten... Nine..." Malcolm started, his smile taking on that evil curve to it and his eyes shining the way they do when he is in full puppet master mode. "Eight... Seven..." I stared back into them, the instinct to just submit and obey taking over. "Six... Five..." He snapped his fingers right next to my ear, the same trigger sound he'd used in our trance sessions so many times to trigger my arousal. But I wasn't in trance! To my own surprise, my body didn't seem to care whether I was tranced out or not, it responded anyway. I was getting there! Getting close! "Four *Snap* Three *Snap*" Each snap made my body jump like an electric current had been sent through it, the light in Malcolm's eyes grew to full flames and the pressure grew so intense in my clit that I suddenly worried I wouldn't make it to the end without tipping over. "Two *Snap* One! *Snap*" Malcolm plunged his fingers hard against my g-spot and rubbed furiously over my clit, snapping his fingers hard again and again. "Cum for me. Cum now, I want you to cum."
And I did.
My body absolutely spent itself cumming. My eyes rolled back in my head, my legs clamped shut on Malcolm's hand, and a firestorm of pleasure overcame overwhelmed me. I lost track of the bed under me and anything that might have been unpleasant feeling before, there was no room for it. All I had space for was Malcolm's voice telling me to cum, and the completely involuntary way my body responded. Those snaps seemed to cut right past my brain and went directly to my clit, making it burst in one throb after another of orgasmic ecstasy.
"Well done. I'm so proud of you," Malcolm's voice in my ear. "You're such an amazing individual, you make me so proud to be your lover."
"Not being fair again, Sir," I murmured. "... suck at compliments..."
"Devyn, you just came on command. You're not getting away with that without accepting some praise."
"I had help. Praise your own damn self." Without opening my eyes, I could just picture Malcolm's knowing smile. "And put that smile back where it belongs. Can't a girl lose her mind in peace?"
Malcolm laughed. He laughed and laughed, occasionally managing to say things like "truly are one of a kind" or "what would I do without you."
Against my feeble protests, he picked me up in his arms and carried me away. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself in the bathtub with hot water collecting all around me. Malcolm sat on the lip, holding my hand in his, watching me zone out. He looked happy. Genuinely happy in a way that was completely free of any of the guilt or self-recrimination that had sometimes plagued him after an intense session. My heart surged a little in my chest. If he could do all that to me and look like this now, it must mean I'd finally gotten him to a healthier mental place.
"Malcolm?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
I sighed contentedly, and let myself sink into the wonderfully pleasant water. "Now, about you jerking off behind my back."
"Oh, fuck you, Devyn!
Epilogue
Whoever was responsible for naming townships in Maine wasn't exactly the most original bureaucrat in the world. Nicole and Sam's wedding took place at Sunday River Ski Resort in Bethel. Bethel is a bit north of Denmark, Sweden and Norway, Maine, northwest of Paris, Maine, west of Hartford and Peru, Maine, and south of Berlin, Maine. Driving in from the airport was like teleporting around the world, except despite the exotic names, everywhere looked exactly the same.
Malcolm had always liked weddings. Something about them added a sense of occasion to a party, and this was certainly no exception. Sam's family must have really had connections in high places here, because they'd managed to secure a set of huge lodge type rental homes overlooking the slopes. Each had eight bedrooms, a huge common area complete with fireplace, and a hot tub.
Devyn and Vivian were inseparable the entire trip, and it made Malcolm glad to see the way their friendship had blossomed into something special.
There had been an official ceremony and reception, but unofficially, the festivities began again every afternoon at a bar called The Matterhorn that Devyn was obsessed with because they served fully customizable pizzas and were not shy about dumping on toppings. It was like a whole different reality. The slopes closed at 4:00, the sun set at 4:30, everybody was drunk by 5:00 and they were all passed out in bed by 8.
Malcolm and Devyn shared a high top with the newlyweds, Vivian and David, trading stories that got increasingly silly as the alcohol flowed
"Of course, being my parents, they gave us no fucking warning. They just called me like 'Surprise! We're coming to visit you in college for Thanksgiving'!" Malcolm grinned. He knew the story Devyn was telling, and had always thought it was one of the most Devyn things he'd ever heard. "So, my room mate Zoe and I suddenly had two days to clean the apartment. Let me tell you, it was no small feat. Neither of us were the neatest people in the world—"
"A fact that has never changed," Malcolm contributed.
"—Hush, you! So, let's just say we were behind on the household chores by a bit. Maybe a few weeks." Everybody laughed, imagining how much Devyn was understating things. Malcolm laughed hardest because he didn't need to imagine it, he'd seen it firsthand. "But we didn't let that stand in our way. We knuckled down and got to work. It took nearly the entire two days, but we cleared out so many garbage bags full of stuff, we found spaces in the house we didn't even realize we had. We vacuumed everything, cleaned out the fridge, washed all the dishes -- oh shut up you all! You can't seriously tell me you all kept everything clean when you were in college!"
"We can't, our place was probably just as bad as yours," Sam admitted, Nicole nodding agreement, but the pair joining along in the group's mirth anyway.
"It took nearly the entire time, but by the end of the second day, we felt really accomplished. The place was so much better, it felt like a whole new outlook on life. Zoe and I lay back and promised each other we'd turn over a new leaf and keep it looking and feeling great like that..." Devyn paused for a sip of beer, dragging the punchline out dramatically. "Then, when my parents arrived, they took one look around the apartment and said 'Devyn, this place is a mess.'"
Everybody groaned and laughed together, then Nicole jumped in with a story about her time getting used to living with Sam back in school.
Malcolm listened with one ear, watching the way their rings sparked in the light whenever they raised their mugs. That had always been part of the magic of weddings for him. The way such a small bit of metal could symbolize so much. Those tiny hoops bound Samantha and Nicole together more tightly than any rope or bond ever could.
He wrapped an arm around Devyn, fingering the ring he held in his own pocket. One day, he would put it on Devyn's finger, and it would make official what was already true between him. That she was his and he was hers.
They already lived and acted like they were married. Devyn even already wore his collar everywhere as a symbol of belonging to him. Still, the rings would be a symbol everybody would recognize and understand, and most importantly, he would have one that symbolized his belonging to her. Malcolm didn't have one of those yet, and he wanted one. He loved belonging to Devyn, and he wanted the world to know it.
One day, when the time felt perfect, it would happen. Until then, they would continue loving every day together as it came.