Surrender To Me

WREN

As I stood there naked before Bane, I was waiting for the shame to hit me. The guilt. The humiliation. I was braced for it all, but what I got instead flawed me. Lust pooled low in my body while desire set my blood to boiling. Jesus fuck, I knew I wanted Bane, but not like this. Not with this much strength.

He patted his bare knee, inviting me closer. I stepped free of my panties and walked closer. My veins singed with awareness, my pulse spiking when he reached for his folded belt.

“I think my Little Bird needs a spanking for taking so long to come to the right decision.”

Instead of disgust rolling through me, it was desire. It was needed. It was this overwhelming sense that I would like everything he would do to me tonight. And for the next two weeks.

“Lay across my lap with that fine ass of yours in the air.”

Although self-conscious, I did as he asked, positioning myself across his knees with my face against the edge of the cushion. He ran his hands over my ass, dedicating time to each cheek as he massaged them.

“I’m going to enjoy making your ass red,” he murmured, spanking me softly with a cupped hand before massaging it away. I moaned a little at the sensation, at the sting that seemed to register in my brain as pleasure rather than pain. “Hmmm, you like having my hand on your ass?” he asked in a deep rumble.

I tried to nod. I think I did.

His hand landed on my ass again, harder this time. Almost immediately, he massaged away the sting leaving me aching and needy. I moaned again, the couch cushion catching the erotic sound and stealing it away. He turned his attention to my other cheek, slapping it, then teasing away the pain.

I sucked in a gasp when I felt something cold trail up the back of my thigh. I began to squirm, but Bane pressed on my lower back, stilling me.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I won’t hurt you, Little Bird,” he told me. “I’ll make this feel fucking fantastic.”

Swallowing, I nodded and shut my eyes. The question about whether I’d done the right thing was lapping in my head. That hard, cold thing trailed up the inside of my thigh, brushing against my pussy, and I cried out. I realized it was his folded-over belt. He was hardly touching me with it, but after warming me up with spanking, my entire body was electrified, waiting for his next touch.

He dragged the belt up over one of my ass cheeks, then pulled it away. I moaned at the loss, surprised that I liked it so much. Was that fucked up? A hiss was suddenly escaping my lips as the belt came down on my ass with a crack, the new sensation lighting me from the inside out. A low, appreciative moan bubbled up from Bane’s throat as he struck me again. The soft leather was warming slowly, taking away that first shock of sensation.

I arched my back as Bane’s fingers teased at the entrance of my pussy. He pushed a finger inside me, rubbing my juices over my clit. I could already feel an orgasm coming. With the combination of submission and spanking, I was primed for him, primed for the pleasure he could give me.

“So wet,” he murmured. He circled my clit, spreading liquid warmth all over me. Against my lower belly, I felt his cock hardening even further. If this was erotic torture to me, I could only imagine what it was doing to him. He plunged two fingers inside me, pumping them with new fervor. His control must’ve snapped, not that I was complaining. I clutched at the couch cushion beneath me as he finger fucked me to an orgasm that left me blind.

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed as the pleasure washed over me in a wave so big I feared Bane had ruined me for every other potential future sex partner. Bane spanked me as that wave crested, shoving it firmly into tsunami territory. I came with such fury, such wanton abandon. Writing, bucking, thrashing, I came so hard and with such force that I could hardly catch my breath. When I could finally breathe again when the pleasure had ebbed away from my body, I turned my face so I could see him.

Bane had the fingers he’d had in my pussy in his mouth, sucking them clean. I groaned again. He was going to kill me. He was such a filthy man, but I found myself enjoying every damn second.

“You taste like champagne to me, Little Bird,” he rumbled. “I don’t need to ask if you enjoyed that because you did.” I nodded. “Good, because I plan on spanking you as often as I can.”

A shiver climbed over me, settling against my skin. Smoothing his hand over my ass, the nerve endings skittered in his wake. Who knew touch could be so powerful?

“I’d planned on taking more time with you at my place this first time, but I won’t complain.

Having you here like this is fucking enough. Come and straddle my waist.”

Getting up, I did as he asked, throwing one leg over his hips and settling against him. His cock was a hot rigid length between my pussy lips, rubbing my clit most deliciously. I squirmed against him, a gasp escaping my lips. Bane stared at my chest, his dark gaze drinking in my breasts with an almost reverent expression. He pinched one nipple, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. The pressure was just this side of pain, and I flexed my hips against him, rubbing my pussy against his cock. I smiled when he groaned, so I did it again.

Bane brought his other hand to my breast and tweaked the nipple before taking them in each of his hands and squeezing gently. When he lowered his mouth to one of my breasts, a long shudder pushed past my lips. His tongue was like velvet against my skin, his teeth like a dagger. The mixture of pleasure and pain he seemed to bring to everything in the way he touched me ratcheted up my lust to a new level. He switched sides, sucking my other nipple into his mouth. Biting.

Licking.

Sucking.

Driving me fucking insane.