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“Lessa …”

I’m the one doing all the work here, and that’s all she can say?

I feel so… vulnerable. So submissive. So needy for sex that she can bind and gag me on my knees and I’m still backing my pussy up on the contents of her bottom-bed drawer and attempting to make her come from that alone. Is this what she wants me to feel? Like I’m the desperate one? Shit, shit, shit.

I am desperate. I’m her dirty little slut who can’t get enough of her sexual machinations. All it took was one touch from her and I handed over my virginity on a dirty platter covered in my lack of shame. This is what I get. This is what happens when you reach the age of twenty-one and are still a virgin. You’re horny as shit and quivering for a fantastic lay, but you’re too stupid to know what to do!

This debasement, this submissive sensation driving me to serve this dominant woman with my aching pussy…

I like it.

I’m getting off on it.

I love it.

I’m gonna come from it. The more I slowly fuck myself on her strapless toy, knowing that it pleasures her too, the more Inaturally moan… and the more I want to orgasm. But she told me not to. She told me to wait until she told me to. If I fail, we start all over again, or… I don’t get it at all.

So much pressure for what I want!

“Shit, baby…” She’s not the first person to call me baby, but Julianna is the first to make me like it. “You are the hottest woman to ever grace my bed.” Julianna gently thrusts. I want to believe she doesn’t know that she’s doing it, that I’m making her fuck me without realizing it, but I’m not that conceited. “You want it, don’t you? You want me to fuck you like you’re my greatest girlfriend.”

I whimper on my gag. Only now do I realize my tongue has been caressing the underside like I would lick her pussy.

“Do you like this, Lessa? Do you like what we’re doing?”

I nod. Julianna pulls harder on my hair, my fingers pointing into her bed to help me keep my balance. She’s so deep, so full inside of me that I don’t even unleash a cry of unbridled pleasure. It’s a moan so deep and melodic that it echoes in my chest. I feel it in my stomach, the kind of ache that keeps begging her to fuck me.

“My naughty virgin wants it, doesn’t she?” Her other hand caresses my cheek before lightly smacking my ass. I jerk forward again, the surprise, the blip of pain shooting through me.

Oh, God! It’s exactly what I wanted! What’s wrong with me?

“I haven’t even touched your clit yet. Maybe I don’t have to. Maybe you’re so naughty you don’t need me to touch it.”

Her words fuel my strength. I’m fucking her like I don’t know how to do anything else. My hips, free to do as they please with one of her hands in my hair and the other smacking my ass, thrust back against hers and grind into her skin.

Fuck me, madam.

I don’t question the thoughts in my head. I want to call her Madam. I want to know how far she can push me when we’rein her bedroom. I want to explore every corner of this aspect of my sexuality as I can – with her. She’s my girlfriend. She’s my fuckingwoman. And I’m her inexperienced blossom she’s deflowering one nasty night at a time.

Julianna snaps.

I’ve got her.

“You like it when I talk dirty,” she growls into my ear. My hands are still clutched to my chest, but I’m up on my knees, spread across her lap and wrapped in her arms as she hammers the strap-on into me. Julianna covers my mouth and grabs my breast. My moans bypass the ball gag and hit the palm of her hand; my nipple hardens between her fingers. Down below, I’m trapped across her lap, a willing thrall to the way she splits me in two and reminds me that no one else on this earth could have given me this experience. I’m open so wide. I’m so easy. I’m so loose. I don’t know which fluids are mine and which are hers. All I know is that her snarls of pleasure are blowing in my ear and I’m so close to coming that I don’t know if I can wait for her command.

I don’t want to fail.

“Lessa!” My name has never sounded so beautiful as when she shoves me back down onto her bed and takes me. I brace myself. I don’t even escape into pleasure, because I want to focus on what’s happening right here, between us. Her drive is relentless. I keep opening up more and more, yet she continues to explore me, growing closer to the brink of orgasm.

Everything is hard and hot inside of me. I need to come. Shit, do I need tocome!

“Do it.” Her knuckles are white from holding me down so hard. I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to be anyone but the obedient lover of one of the city’s most powerful women. I want to see this side of her every day – and I want to show her this submissive side of myself.

How had she known we were perfect for each other?

“Do it, Lessa!”

I moan until I see nothing but stars in my eyes.