My Surprise Dom: Part 4 (the Finale)

This is the final chapter of my first attempt at writing a BDSM story. You can get to Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 with these hyperlinks. Thanks to everyone who has provided feedback.

I wrote this about seven months ago, and can clearly tell how my writing has changed between then and now. Between my learning and your responses, I intend to try a rewrite later this year. It’s something I’ve done to other stories, which has really augmented my learning process.

“Get wet for me,” he commanded.

I dropped my hands to my groin and began massaging my labia while giving him my most seductive look.

“Cut that shit out, slut,” he barked out. “I saw the lust in your eyes last night. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of me. Just how long did you wait before getting yourself off, thinking of me?”

I dropped my facade.

“Not long, sir,” I replied.

“I can find an actor anywhere, slut,” he said. “Convince me you want my cock.”

I moved two fingers to my clit and began rolling it, while my other hand pumped two fingers into me. Dampness coated my digits, and I added a third finger. My breasts heaved as my hips rolled for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said. “Keep at it. You’ll need to be soaked for the fucking you’re about to get.”

He knelt before me as a climax built from within. God, I needed to be fucked!

“Stop!” he directed. “Hands above your head, now!” I look at him in shock, my clit visibly throbbing. With watery eyes, I complied.

He slipped both hands under my buttocks. Using his palms, he splayed my thighs slightly, then lowered his mouth to my dewy folds. His tongue danced over and around my sensitive sex with deft skill as my heart rate soared. I felt possessed, a feast for the taking, and he was clearly savoring the meal. My body twitched and writhed with his every touch, but his powerful hands constrained my movements. I was his skittish mare; he was the possessive owner.

I’d never crested so long without orgasmic release and was sure he would relent this torture. He had other ideas.

He rose to move behind Squishy. Placing his powerful hands under my armpits, he pulled me back until my head draped over the chair back.

“Open,” he commanded.

My mouth gaped wide, and Damian slid his cock to the back of my throat, holding it there as I adjusted to accommodate him.

“Thank me for letting you suck my cock,” he said. His shaft pulsed against my lips and tongue.

“Thg oo suh,” was the best I could do.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, slut,” he stated. “If you’re good, I’ll quell that fire between your legs. So hang on tight, use your mouth, and show me how badly you want to be fucked.”

I placed my hands on his ass, pulling him in as far as I could, then eased back with a pleasured sigh. Over and over, I arched and pulled to take in more, but there was just too much cock. The feel of his pulsing cock gliding in and out of me was exhilarating as he praised me.

I felt that special twitching a man gets when cum is building in his balls. As I prepared for his load, he leaned over me and used the leash grip to tap my clit. Waves of anguish poured over me as I cried out.

Damian ceased his activity and leaned over the chair, grabbed my hips, and raised me to a standing sixty-nine position. My legs fell over his shoulders as he wrapped one arm around my lower back to hold me tight, then used my ponytail in his other hand and forced his cock into my mouth. He fucked my face while burying his mouth in my pussy. Lightheaded but aware, I pulled him tight, determined to take his cock.

My delayed orgasm resurfaced, more determined than ever not to be denied. I locked my legs behind his neck and writhed against his probing tongue.

Then I felt the full force of his cum blasts burst into me. Copious amounts of jizz spewed poured over my face and hair. My orgasm exploded, and we held each other firmly as my body convulsed in ecstasy.

Minutes passed as I regained my senses. Damian broke the trance.

“Let go of my waist,” he directed. Then he folded me over the back of Squishy. I heard the tearing of a condom wrapper, then the swipes of his cockhead across my drenched opening. He was still hard and buried himself in me.

“Fuck!” I screamed with a gasp as Damian began his assault on my pussy. My arms flailed to grab hold of the armrests.

“Give your cunt to me, slut,” Damian commanded.

I did my best to splay my legs wide while hooking my feet. Damian was a force, barbarically taking me for his pleasure. I only cared about giving this conqueror every part of my being. I was his pleasure toy.

The thought caused me to look up at the inflatable doll, still tied to the cross. A lurid smile crossed my face as I imagined binding my scum boss to the sex cross, rendering him helpless while his foe took everything he could never have. I wondered if the doll represented my delinquent work project.

That lewd image and Damian’s deft touch fueled my next orgasm. His skill and stamina were impressive, and I wondered just how many more would result from his endurance.

The answer came quickly. He put his arms around my waist and carried me to straddle him on the floor.

It was my turn to shine now, and I reached around to glide his sheathed cock back into me. He grabbed the dangling leash and placed it in his teeth, then reached forward to grip my hands in his. With my arms extended onto his for leverage, we synchronized our movements, and I rode him with every ounce left in me.

It wasn’t long before his face contorted, signaling his impending orgasm. I gripped his cock with every bit of pelvic power I had as he slammed his hips upward with repetitive, violent thrusts and spewing expletives.

I collapsed onto him, savoring the warmth of his diminishing cock still buried inside me as I felt a familiar glow. I’d return to my true self, my home. The misguided effort of denying sex and submission had solved nothing. I felt ready to conquer my project, the same way Damian had just conquered me.