Submission (18+) - Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"Yeah. Something with a 'T'?" He cocked his head to one side, feigning polite curiosity.
"You are a tease!" I laughed, "don't even try to deny it."
"Oh that," he made a dismissive gesture, "that's not news, you've always known that."
I gave him a playful little shove, careful to avoid jostling the pizza box. Had he really been balancing that the entire time we made out? "Yeah, you've always liked screwing with me." I fumbled in my pocket for my keys.
"It's sort of like building a fire," Malcolm sounded thoughtful, "there's something beautiful about a big, roaring bonfire, you know? I feel kind of like that when I'm with you. Seeing your emotions and passion smoldering inside you makes me want to turn it into a blaze. Then, once I've added enough fuel and poked it around to make sure there's enough air flow and you're really hot, I get to enjoy watching you try to contain it all. It's like a game, and if you explode and throw your arms around me like you did just now, I win."
I'd been following his analogy, wondering quietly what I'd done to impress him so much. Did he really see that much inside me? It seemed hard to believe, but I liked it. He made me feel very special, like he wanted me for the most... well, "myself" parts of me and was infatuated with them. But the part at the end made me burst out in incredulity, "What! How does that make sense? Doesn't that mean you get burned by the fire?"
I could practically hear the self-satisfied smile on his face behind me, "It doesn't have to make sense, I'm the dom. I get to make the rules."
"Riiiight. I'm sure Icarus felt like a real winner in those moments after his wings melted before he struck the ground." I finally got the door open.
"Icarus didn't play safe. But that goes to show you! The theme goes back to Greek mythology! Everybody likes playing with fire." I had to admit, he had a point there. I've got a pyro streak myself.
The burst of coolness from my air conditioning reminded me that I really needed a shower. I hurriedly told Malcolm not to touch the pizza without me and dashed into the bathroom. As I peeled off my sweaty gym clothes, I felt acutely my own grossness. How the hell had Malcolm just made out with me like this? How had he pressed his clean outfit into me? I shuddered in self revulsion just as a cramp hit me. It reminded me to be suspicious of my own negativity. He really hadn't seemed grossed out... was he?
It hit me while I was toweling myself off and looking for my pads under the sink. He wasn't acting. Malcolm never pretended, at least not to me. And it wasn't just about some gym sweat, it was about my period. He was trying to do better than just telling me, he was trying to show me that he really was comfortable with it. What had he said after the episode with Tyler? "It's just a little blood. It's what makes life work, I've got a gallon and a half of the stuff in me. It isn't like sex is clinically clean anyway." He was right, of course. And, the more I thought about it, the more it seemed like it wasn't really about the sex. He didn't like seeing me feeling shitty about myself and he wanted to help. Doing it this way let me feel accepted without the pressure to spread my legs that talking about it might have brought.
Still, though... my college dorm room flashed before my eyes. The visceral revulsion on Tyler's face as he'd looked from the mess between us, to me, and back again. He'd looked like he would rather have found a cockroach in his next meal than ever have to touch me again. The names he'd thrown at me as he'd dashed out the door...
I didn't want to think about it. I wanted my first time with Malcolm to be special. Perfect. It was worth waiting a few days. I'd deal with the scars of bastard boyfriends past later.
I peeked through the doorway to where Malcolm sat. He had his laptop open and was muttering to himself the way he did when trying to navigate crafting a problematic sentence in an essay. My emotions swung like a pendulum and I felt a swell of affection for him. 'He's a keeper. Maybe a bit of a butt sometimes, but a keeper.'
He'd started my engine. Set the kindling and lit a match, as he'd thought of it. I wanted to make him happy. Wanted to show him that I appreciated him and everything he did for me. I also wanted his cock. I wanted to feel it, taste it, make him cum for me. 'Look at him sitting there, all innocent like. Thinking he can just toy with me and not get burned. Just cuz my cunt is out of commission doesn't mean you're safe!' Without any more thought, guided only by my desires for him, I tossed the door open and, dressed in just my panties, crossed the room and closed his laptop.
"You know, up until last week, I'd never seen you naked," he sounded amused, my breasts were perfectly aligned with where his laptop screen had been a second ago. "Now you're boldly tossing yourself at me."
"It's your fault, sir. You did shove your tongue down my throat." I settled myself in front of him in the same kneeling position I'd so recently held to suck him off. The same position, but It felt different. I'd initiated it. It was about me being a cock hungry slut, not him and his direction. 'Does he feel it too? Damnit, I've fucked it up!' Doubt crept around the edges of my impulsively horny mood, 'maybe I should have thought this through a little more.'
Malcolm easily put me back in my place. He crossed one leg over the other and casually gestured to my left, "You'll find a present waiting for you there." Sure enough, there was a wrapped package sitting on the ground near where I'd placed myself. When had that gotten there? I looked at it, to Malcolm, and back again. 'No way. No fucking way.'
"You knew!"
He cocked his head, trying and failing to look just as innocent as before. "Knew what?"
"Knew that I'd end up right here! How? I mean, it was an impulse." My eyes grew wider looking up at him. It had been my idea to kneel here naked, hunting his dick. Right?
"I've known you for quite a while, Devyn. It isn't too much of a stretch to imagine how you'll react to someone 'shoving his tongue down your throat,' as you put it. I challenged you to burn me, and you never back down from a challenge. Unfortunately for you, I think you'll agree that I win this round too." He smiled mischievously, gesturing again to the package. "Open it."
I felt genuinely meek. Like a puppet who believed herself human but has just been shown her strings. His smile and his eyes seemed to laugh into my head. 'I guess this is what happens when you submit to a dom who has been your confidant forever.' Under my breath, I muttered, "This is the kind of shit that makes people call you a wizard."
It was a small cardboard box that unfolded to reveal a pair of black leather bands. They were beautiful, intricately stitched with patterns of rose petals and thorny stems intertwined, winding around the buckles that adjusted their tightness. They were clearly cuffs. Wrist cuffs meant to hold somebody. Me. These, added to Malcolm perfectly anticipating me, took me even deeper. A few seconds before, I'd worried that I was overstepping. Now, it was like I had fallen backwards and Malcolm had caught me. Safe in his control. Dominated. Submissive...
"The most important rule for these is to loosen them immediately if you start feeling tingly in your hands. That means you're cutting off blood flow and that's bad." He took my hands in his and brought them up between us. Gently, almost tenderly, he wrapped his grip around my wrists. The warmth of his contact, the emotion on his face and my own feelings made it difficult to focus. All I knew was that I liked being held by him, physically and figuratively.
He put both cuffs on me, pulling the adjustable straps just enough to make them secure but not tight. They felt gentle and warm on my wrists. Just like his hands had been. As he sat back and watched me adjust to them, it was almost like I could feel him still gripping me. The feel of the cuffs -- it was so easy to feel like they were an extension of his body and will holding me tight. I loved them. Plus, they looked absolutely wonderful against my skin. The dark of the leather contrasting the light stitched pattern? Yes, they were definitely my new favorite things.
I flexed slightly, feeling the cuff's strength connecting my hands. Really, they were mostly symbolic. There were spots for locks, but none there now. I could take them off if I wanted to and anyway, with my arms in front of me, my motion wasn't really constricted very much. The effect was psychological. In my head, it really felt like I was being constantly embraced. Each movement made me aware of them, which came with a new reminder that Malcolm was here over me.
A clicking sound caught me off guard. Malcolm had his phone out and had clearly just taken a picture. "Sorry, but your expression was too perfect." He showed me the screen and I blushed. 'So that's what I look like from up there. No wonder he gets off on it, I look just as submissive as it makes me feel.' I had this amusingly sloppy grin on my face as I regarded the leather on my wrists. Not quite Gollum with The Ring, but close. "I take it you like them," Malcolm teased.
"Yes, Sir. They're wonderful."
"Good. You should get used to the feel of them on your own, it will make using them for real bondage less of a shock." The hungry wolf expression flickered across his face, the look that let me know he was seriously turned on. But it only flashed a moment before it was gone. It seemed like he was trying to hold it back. Why?
"Do we have to wait, sir?" I was excited for more and I didn't want Malcolm holding back. He'd done a very good job of putting me in my place, but I was still hungry for his cock. Hell, if anything, he'd made me even hungrier. "Don't worry about overwhelming me or anything, I'm ready."
He smiled, amused but controlled, "enthusiastic as always--"
"Hell yeah!"
"--and much though I love it," he chuckled, "the setup I had prepared is at my place, and trust me, it is better to ease into bondage. I really did intend to simply give you those and let you get used to wearing them on your own first. This whole thing with you finding it on the floor only hit me when you went to the shower and I couldn't resist." I did trust his judgment, but more than that, I trusted him with my body and I couldn't help myself. I gave him my best seductive horny look, meeting his eyes while batting my eyelashes then deliberately looking down to his crotch. I smiled, met his eyes again and slowly licked my lips.
That did it! His desire overcame his restraint and he rose to his feet. "But, since you are such an enabler, perhaps a little sample. Stand." I instantly rose, surprising myself with how much more awkward it felt with my hands bound together. Malcolm unclipped the connecting piece between my cuffs and stepped behind me, bringing my arms around with him. He held me like that, arms behind me and whispered in my ear from over my shoulder, "Do you like feeling helpless?"
"I like the effect it has on you, sir." My hands were perfectly positioned to feel him getting hard. Without thinking, I felt him through his pants. 'YASS! Rise for me!' He leaned farther into me, wrapping his arms around me and taking hold of my breasts.
"So you like anything that turns me on?" He lightly brushed my nipples, drawing them to hardened points as pleasure rippled through my chest. I strained to press them into his hands while keeping contact with his cock. It was difficult to stroke him properly with my hands trapped between us and all the cloth in the way, but I'd gotten a rhythm going up and down, pressing into the top of his shaft.
"Yes, sir. I do." I thought I knew what was coming and I braced myself. 'Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...' He stepped around to face me again and slowly increased the pressure on my nipples. Determined, I held his gaze. It was true what I'd said. More than anything about the dom/sub dynamic that I enjoyed myself, his enjoyment of it turned me on. He seemed to come fully alive in a way that I'd only seen shadows and impressions of all our friendship before, and I wanted to enable it.
I didn't try to hide anything as his fingers transitioned from teasing to firm fondling to light squeezing. I wanted him to see, I wanted to show him and to see it reflected in him. Uncomfortable... painful... I let out an involuntary hiss of breath, dutifully holding myself for him to play with.
"Anything can involve a lot of things. Not all of them feel pleasant." Harder still, it really hurt! My nipples throbbed hard, crying out for release from between his strong fingers. I clenched my teeth and flexed my muscles, trying to distract myself. My arms wanted to come up, but Malcolm had refastened the cuffs behind me. I was really bound now, helpless to defend myself. Immediately, I felt a part of myself relax. 'Wow, I really have shit self-preservation instinct.' The helplessness really helped! Contradictory though it seemed, it freed me to let my own self-control drop and simply let Malcolm's control take over. I could let myself squirm and strain, pant and shudder without worrying about interfering with his sadistic pleasure.
I didn't want him to let go. His expression was so beautiful, I wanted to keep it going. I saw lust there - more than just for my body, he wanted me. Satisfaction - more than just sexual fun, he owned me and he loved knowing that. Pride - both in himself and in me, and a whole host of other things painted his face like a flowing flag of positivity. It made it very easy to ignore my body and bask in his glow.
But there was also concern. Little wisps of uncertainty playing across what should have been pure enjoyment. 'He's still worried about hurting me. Silly boy.' I could have just told him, but words were difficult and breathing was getting harder. So I kissed him instead. Yeah, that didn't make a whole lot of sense. Short on breath while going in for a kiss? It didn't last long, just a peck on his lips then a slightly fuller smooch, but it was electrifying. He let go of my tits, my nipples sighing in relief, and hugged me tight.
"You're amazing. You know that, right?" I beamed, happily leaning into his embrace. It felt odd to be wrapped up in his arms without being able to hug him back, again, I just let go and let myself feel overcome by him. I wanted to say something mock defiant like 'flattery will get you nowhere!' but I really did love his praise, and I lost my chance when he kissed me. Deeper, more probing, more authoritative and much more intimate.
Malcolm continued his thought, "when you use your strength like that, it's like you're giving it to me. It elevates me." There was the pride again. It was a real mind fuck, feeling wrapped up by his body and submissive to his will but simultaneously energized with lust and the desire to jump on him. I nearly fell over leaning into him so hard without being able to stead myself.
Malcolm caught me easily with a laugh, "see, it does take some getting used to. You naturally use your arms for balance more than you think." Instead of setting me straight again, he guided me back to my knees. Slowly, teasingly deliberately, he undid his belt. "Is this what you came rushing out here for?"
"What? You didn't think one taste a week ago would be enough, did you?"
He laughed, "No, I suppose not." Still infuriatingly slowly, he peeled his pants and boxers down. "If that's the case, I'll have to give you a more thorough helping this time." Lower... I held my breath as his pubic hair came mostly visible and his very hard cock tented his boxers out. In one motion, his cock sprang free and he grabbed his familiar spot in my hair. Finally free! Beautifully thick and masculine, right in front of my eyes, hypnotically waving very slightly in time with his heart beat, with a very slight clear liquid sheen right at the tip. I licked my lips, feeling my eyes get wider and realizing just how damp my panties felt. "Now let's see if we can't teach you to be careful what you wish for."
Malcolm straddled my kneeling form, his legs outside of mine, and lined his penis head up with my mouth. It was probably the most smothered by him I'd yet been. His legs hugged my sides, he gripped my hair behind me, his cock stood tall and thick in my face and the mass of his upper body towered above me. All in all, there was a whole lot of Malcolm in my personal space. If I wasn't already feeling comfortably submissive, it would probably have been overwhelming. As it was, it was great! I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, giving him a landing strip for his dick to arrive in on.
Our first blowjob had been mostly driven by me. I'd knelt before Malcolm and he had guided me, but I'd mostly been responsible for pleasuring him. This was much different. Malcolm eased himself into my mouth with a satisfying sigh of pleasure. Before I could set to work licking and sucking, he pulled out and thrust in again. Again and again, his hips swinging back and forth like a pendulum, fucking my mouth!
Saying "fucking my mouth" conjures up images out of terrible porn with crying, drooling women getting their throats demolished by monster cocks. That's a very far way away from what was happening. Malcolm rocked his hips a few inches at a time, feeling out my mouth and gauging the distance to my throat. He carefully never thrust into my gag reflex, always leaving two or so inches of his shaft out of my mouth. I mentally braced myself to try my best to suppress it, but Malcolm's control prevented it from ever happening.
At the same time, he was literally swinging his hips to work his cock in and out of me. "Fucking" did seem the appropriate verb to the little corner of my mind capable of coherent thought and not taken up by struggling to stay afloat of all the sensations.
Blurs of pelvis, abs and balls flew in my very limited range of vision. The taste and smell of cock rocketed through my head and seemed to meet up with my hard nipples and wet cunt, building my arousal a little more every time his cock slid between my lips and over my tongue. I tried to make it as wet and tight and pleasurable for him as I could, sucking him as hard as I could while keeping my teeth out of the way. I coated him in spit, licked up and down him in time with his rhythm, moaned freely to vibrate his dick and tried my best to keep my lips sealed and breathe through my nose.
"Tried" being the key word. Mostly, all I could do was hang on for dear life as Malcolm had his way with me.
Not having my hands made the whole experience much more intense. I'm mostly a cock sucking purist. Blowjobs are with my mouth and not my hands, but it's nice to be able to take a breath while stroking him off for a few seconds. Little things like being able to keep my hair out of my eyes and mouth were impossible with my arms trapped behind me.
Before I started to really struggle, Malcolm pulled me back off him. He started to say something about collecting my breath, but I didn't need any of that. I needed more of him, more of his cock in my mouth, more of his taste and his hard presence and his masculine scent. I dove forward, surprising him so much that he lost his grip on my hair, and took him back in my mouth.
"Ha—Ugh—mmm," Malcolm's half laugh, half surprise, half moan made me smile wide around his throbbing member. He was starting to throb harder, driving his head into the roof of my mouth as he engorged with passion. It had an amplifying effect on me, my own hips rocked slightly and my nipples cried out to be played with again. The more I got, the more I wanted. I wanted to make him cum. I wanted to feel it with him all around me like this, feel his shudders and spasms and groans rip through him and into me.