Submissive Submission: Secret Vice

The rain hammered against the windows of the small cabin, mirroring the tempest raging within me. It had been a brutal week, a relentless assault of disappointment and heartache that had left me raw and vulnerable. I’d come here seeking solace, hoping to lose myself in the quiet solitude of the mountains, but the memories clung to me like damp wool, refusing to let go. Then he arrived, a dark silhouette against the flickering light of the kerosene lamp, radiating an unsettling calm that both intrigued and unnerved me. He moved with a quiet confidence, a predator assessing its prey, and as he approached, I felt a strange mix of fear and anticipation.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones as he gently stroked my back. The touch was deliberate, insistent, sending shivers down my spine. It was a familiar comfort, yet this time it felt different, laced with an undercurrent of something darker, something more demanding. “You’ve done so well—worked so hard. It’s okay. Let me take care of you.” His words were soothing, almost hypnotic, and as he continued, my defenses began to crumble. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the rough-hewn walls of the cabin. I needed this, desperately. To feel safe, to feel cared for, to feel like someone finally understood the weight of my pain.

Turning to face him, I buried my face in his chest, hooking my leg around his waist as I stroked his beard, seeking the familiar reassurance of his touch. “Shhh it’s okay, love,” he whispered, pulling me closer. “It’s okay. You can let go now, honey. I’ll take care of you.” His embrace was tight, possessive, and as he continued to talk softly, stroking my back with the same deliberate rhythm, I felt the tension slowly drain from my body. Everything else seemed to fade away, the rain, the cabin, even my own thoughts, all reduced to a single, overwhelming sensation: the feeling of being held, protected, and utterly safe.

His arms were my sanctuary, a refuge from the storm that raged within me. I heard his breath rise and fall, a steady, comforting rhythm against my ear, and felt the powerful beat of his heart beneath my cheek. It was as if the entire world had shrunk to the confines of our embrace, a tiny, perfect universe where only we existed. Snuggling upwards, I rested my forehead on his, the scent of his skin and hair filling my senses. The closet light cast long, dancing shadows across the room, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the air, creating an atmosphere of both intimacy and unease.

As he continued to stroke my back, his hand descended, caressing my thigh and rear. I instinctively hooked my leg higher, just above his thigh, drawing closer, anticipating the pleasure that was building within me. He paused, his touch lingering, before asking, in a voice barely above a whisper, “Is this okay?” Nodding subtly, I sighed and let out a small moan, a release of pent-up tension and desire. Soft moans escaped my lips as he began to rub between my legs, teasing and tantalizing, while simultaneously inquiring if he should proceed. The touch was slow, deliberate, designed to heighten my anticipation, and as he increased the pressure, my muscles began to tense involuntarily.

Reaching my hand out, I instinctively touched him in return, a silent invitation, a reciprocal expression of the growing heat between us. Soft moans erupted from both of us now as his shaft hardened at my touch, a visible sign of his arousal. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his, then, emboldened by the mounting passion, I took it partially into my mouth, my tongue tracing the contours of his hard cock. He moaned louder, a guttural expression of pleasure, before asking, “Would you like to face the other way for a moment, and grab the lube while I’m at it?” My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of excitement and trepidation, but I nodded, eager to surrender to his control.

Rummaging through our bedside drawer, I retrieved one of the three anal plugs from the set we’d purchased a year or two ago, a silent acknowledgment of our shared exploration of pleasure. Handing it to him, I returned to his hardening cock, resuming my gentle licking and sucking, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. Meanwhile, he turned his attention to my wet slit, carefully lubricating his fingers before slowly, deliberately inserting them into my opening. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, as he navigated his way along my inner walls, stroking with tantalizing motions that made me gasp for air.

As he continued to explore, I found myself unable to resist the urge to moan in pleasure, my body responding instinctively to the exquisite stimulation. Just as he had done earlier, it was my turn to moan as he played with my tightening hole, making agonizingly slow circles on my clit with his thumb. The combination of wetness and lubricant amplified the sensation, sending shivers of delight through my body. Mixing my wetness with the lubricant, he made his way to my back entrance while I took him further into my mouth, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of the moment.

Slowly, he inserted his index finger into my nerve endings, and a surge of intense pleasure ripped through me, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I breathed deeply, savoring the sensation, as he continued to stretch his finger, adding another, then another, as he expertly navigated the intricate landscape of my pleasure zones. The experience was both exhilarating and terrifying, pushing me to the very edge of my endurance. I never quite got used to the intensity of anal play, so it was only when I was extraordinarily relaxed that we ever ventured there.

He asked before he inserted the plug, and after a moment of hesitation, I agreed, bracing myself for the inevitable sensation. As he slowly but surely pushed the plug in, I felt it press against the undercarriage of my vagina, a sharp, unfamiliar pressure that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. I moaned deeply, surrendering to the sensation, as I felt the intense, filling, and pleasurable sensations that only anal play could provide. Instantly, I relaxed my muscles, losing myself in the moment, as I was transported to a realm of pure, unadulterated bliss. He asked if I would like to lay on my back, and I readily agreed, trusting in his care.

After switching positions, he gently lifted my legs and threw them over his shoulders, leaning over to kiss me more intimately while simultaneously penetrating my aching pussy from above. He started slowly, testing the waters, but soon his pace quickened, fulfilling my hungry desire with his hard shaft that pumped in and out of me, filling me over and over again. My eyes rolled back a few times as this continued, and I cried out “YES!” over and over, no longer caring about the potential intrusion of unwelcome ears. I felt him grow inside me, becoming harder and longer, only increasing my pleasure.

“YES! YESSS! Thank you! Yessss!” I screamed out, lost in the throes of ecstasy.

I could tell he was nearing the finish line, but instead of pulling out to cum, he paused and leaned down, whispering in a hushed and panting voice, “Would you let me finish in your other hole?” Nodding enthusiastically, I surrendered to his command, anticipating the next wave of pleasure.

He slowly pulled out, and I nodded in agreement as he carefully removed the plug. Then he slid in slowly where the plug had just been, increasing his pace as he continued to stimulate my pleasure zones. The sensation was overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to consume me entirely. Before long, he was pounding me just as hard as before, sending waves of intense pleasure straight through me until something unexpected happened.

“Oh my gosh! BRYCE! I’m… I’m CUMMING! ”

The pleasure had hit its peak, a summit of ecstatic release, and the sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It felt as if I was being thrown upwards into zero gravity before being tossed back down into my body by an overwhelming force of pleasure. I couldn’t believe it. I had never cum like this before. He kept going, fueling my pleasure until I lost all sense of time and space. Finally, he finished, leaving me limp and breathless, unable to move as I assured him that I had a truly amazing time and that this was exactly the reaction we had hoped for.

I just needed a moment to recover from that incredible orgasm before I could clean up, taking the opportunity to savor the lingering sensations and bask in the afterglow of pleasure.

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