KinDread - Lucian McCullough (feel good novels txt) 📗

quality of orgasms that makes it so good and it's certainly not the length of time. It's the rush of having him serve me, do whatever I tell him to, and the fact that he enjoys doing it. Having a really strong, sexy hunk of a man bow down and worship me, there's nothing else like it.

My desire to be in control doesn't last beyond my orgasms. 

Once I came down from the high of it all, I released him and he straightened up, with his beard and face dripping wet. I tossed him the towel that we keep in the headboard for him to dry off with. It took only a few seconds and then he looked at me from above. 

That's when my mood changed. He loomed over me and caught his breath. My strength had drained from my body. I no longer cared what he did as long as I could just lay there and enjoy it.

It's a familiar plot: Having completely satisfied me, he uses my weakness to his advantage and begins to take his pleasure on me. The Devil comes to claim my soul. I give it willingly, the trade having been more than worth it. His hands take my wrists and pin them beside me. His fire and brimstone burn hot as his pitchfork drives into me. 

But there's a subtlety to it. 

He's a kindly devil. His fierce, animalistic thrusts aren't brutal. They're strong but savored. His restraining hands and chest press me firmly, but he uses only token force to hold me in place. He squeezes hard briefly, just to show me that he can, and forestall any resistance I might think to offer, but we both know I can't resist. My body is weak, my will is expended and my eternal gratitude is laid bare before him. I won't even think of resisting.

The tables are almost fully turned, except that I don't have to do any work. I can just lie there. 

This is one of those moments in our lives when I'm truly helpless. I don't care what he does to me, so long as he loves me. His lips descend for a kiss, his face still damp and reeking of sex. My own scent from his face mixes with his sweat and breath, joining forces to drug me as I had drugged him earlier. 

My body responds to the narcotic and meets his thrusts. I marvel at the joy of womanhood: that I truly want to yield to the man who, moments ago, was my willing slave. There's something, some intangible essence that brings me here. It's carried in his scent and even in my own. I'm addicted to it: craving it, needing it, enjoying it, loving it. 

My hips thrust, supporting him, helping him, their energy coming from within him, radiating to me through his member deep inside me. 

I breathe deeply, willingly taking another dose of the drug. I absorb it and complete my surrender, moaning incoherently. Somehow, my body begins the ascent to yet another orgasm, but I don't care about orgasms any more.

Somewhere deep inside me, I feel the pulse of his seed being delivered. Millions of invaders rush in, seeking to change my life forever. He doesn't ask permission. He never does. As the invaders arrive, my orgasm begins. My doors open to welcome his minions. I'm a willing collaborator, conceding my keep and castle to his conquerors. 

I wonder if this will be the moment when I conceive his child. 

In the space of a few minutes, I've gone from queen bee to... well... queen bee, I guess.

Why? Why don't I stay in control? Why do I usually lie back for him in the end? 

It's simple, really... It just feels so damned good. Rise of the Worthy

 He was sat, naked, in the chair, blindfold and satin straps ready and a towel underneath him. She walked through the door, gone were the jeans and t-shirt from half an hour earlier, now, she was only wearing a pair of panties. She walked up to him, turned around and bent over, spreading her legs wide. The back of the panties consisted only of four thin, black straps that did nothing to cover her. She was close enough that he could smell her arousal, he hardened even more, his cock twitching in anticipation. 

"Beautiful."

The word almost stuck in his throat, she was absolutely stunning. She turned around and grinned playfully at him, it was her turn to lead for the evening. She straddled his lap, her wet pussy trailing against his leg as she did so, tantalisingly close to his cock. Picking up the satin ties, she gently bound his arms to the chair, leaving enough play to turn his hands over but not enough that he could touch her unless she wanted it. She placed the blindfold over his head, kissing him as she did so. His lips were hungry against hers, desperate for her touch. She pulled away ever so slowly, exhaling as she did so, her minty breath played across his face, chill through the trimmed hair of his beard. She sat back from him and placed her right hand on his chest, his heart was racing. She giggled,

"Someone's excited aren't they?"

"Mmm hmmm."

He just about managed to groan a response. He felt her learn forward, her nipples brushing his chest as she nuzzled his neck gently, her soft lips brushing against his fresh-shaven skin. He tipped his head back, spine arching. She took this opportunity and kissed in a line down his neck and onto his body, gently biting at his collarbone before she slid back off of his lap, her hands pressing on his thighs as she maintained lip contact with his chest, approaching the nipple and starting to pull her teeth over the skin. He shivered at this change in sensation. As she reached the nipple and sucked tenderly, leaving it erect, he moaned again, an animalistic murmur of lust that turned her on even more. She loved seeing him like this, enjoying everything she did.

Her tongue lapped its way down from his nipple, a long, wandering path across his stomach. She could feel his muscles shifting beneath the skin as he flexed in reaction to her teasing. Then, she stopped. Pursing her lips she gently blew across the wet head of his cock, it twitched in response. Giggling, she did it again, then daintily kissed the tip, savouring the taste of the excitement she'd caused. Just a kiss, then sat back for a few seconds, leaving him wondering about what was next. Just as he was about to say something she fluttered her tongue against the underside of his shaft, just a flicker of contact, wet and hot. After another tantalising pause she started licking up and down the smooth skin of his shaft, then, after having bathed most his cock she gently pulled down on the head with one finger, allowing her to run her tongue down the top to where it met his body. Kissing her way back down the shaft she then lingered around the head, her tongue starting to flutter again as she teased him. With no warning she suddenly wrapped her lips around it and engulfed half of his length in her mouth. He gasped at the sudden change, the heat surrounding him making him attempt to thrust in further. 

She pushed down on his thighs, holding the distance between her face and his body steady. This was her turn to command the pace. She began to move her mouth up and down his cock. Her lips were tight against it and she worked her tongue on the underside of his cock as she thrust herself against him. Still only taking half of him into her mouth she continued these slow, shallow strokes. Now he had stopped trying to move she took one of her hands off of his leg and began to touch his balls with her fingertips, just enough contact to tease, but refusing to actually play with them, yet. 

By now her mouth was awash with saliva, she never swallowed any as it made what was coming next easier. She began to work his cock further into her mouth, a little deeper with each slow movement of her head. Twenty strokes later she had got to the point where his head was pushing against the back of her throat, gagging a little when she thrust against it too hard. She knew that the sensation of that turned him on and could feel his cock twitch every time she did it. Pulling back to the tip she calmed her breathing and then inexorably slid it into her mouth until her lips were against his body. 

He was in ecstasy, her throat was convulsing around his cock as it struggled against the invader she had forced in. He could feel her nose pressing against his stomach as she tried to keep it down. After a few seconds she pulled back, gasping for breath. He felt trails of saliva on his legs and dripping down onto his balls. He could only imagine what this looked like at the moment, he could tell that she was on her hands and knees, her back arched to allow her to get it that far down her throat. Her ass would be on show to the camera watching from the front. This would look amazing when they watched it later.

His thoughts were wrenched away as she again swallowed to his cock to the base, this time it slipped in a little easier and there was a bit less suppressed gagging. She choked a little as it came out though, the sound turning him on even more. She barely paused before starting to thrust her mouth back onto him, this time going reaching the bottom of his cock and immediately pulling back. She began to fuck her own throat with his cock, she had now drenched his balls with saliva and it was starting to run down her breasts. The filthy feeling of it made her want it harder, picking up the pace and starting to choke slightly every time he popped into her throat. He couldn't tell how long she did this for, lost in the sensations of it, the sweet sounds of her sloppy throat and the indescribable feelings coming from its touch.

Eventually she pulled back, she didn't want him coming, yet. She pulled back and stood up, kissing him on the lips. He returned it with primal hunger, desperate for contact with her, not caring about the mess of spit that they'd caused. She took his right hand in hers and turned it over, leaving the palm up. Then he felt something extremely wet brush against the fingers, she'd straddled his hand. Her soaking pussy was totally uncovered by the underwear, the hard nub of her clit covered only by a fine mesh. He slipped two fingers into her and started tracing a circle around her clit with his thumb. She ground herself against his hand, loving his careful attention. He couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this wet, his fingers easily found the engorged spot inside her, rubbing it side-to-side. It was her turn to moan in appreciation at this double dose of stimulation. She