Chapter 4: Climax
I can’t believe I agreed to this! I had to agree to be this stupid bitches submissive for her to marry me. She lucky that she is the best cunt I ever had or I would have never agreed to this. "What the fuck, Donna?" Steve growled, his fist pounding on the door. "Open up, now!" He waited, his heart hammering in his chest. Finally, he heard the chain slide off, and the door creaked open. "Surprise, darling," Donna purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She was dressed in a silky robe, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. "I've decided that our little arrangement needs some... adjustments." Steve raised an eyebrow, his eyes scanning her body. "Adjustments?" "Mmm-hmm," she hummed, stepping aside to let him in. "From now on, my bitches must be naked at all times. And that includes you, darling." Steve's eyes widened in disbelief.
"What did you just say?" "You heard me, darling," Donna replied, her voice calm and steady. "From now on, you will address me as Mistress. And you will obey my every command without question." Steve's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists at his sides. Donna's smile never wavered, but her eyes hardened. "I'm afraid the rules have changed, darling. Now, strip. I want you naked and on your knees before I count to three." Steve hesitated, his pride wrestling with his desire to please Donna. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, and this was no different. With a begrudging sigh, he began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving Donna's.
As soon as he was naked, she pounced, pushing him roughly against the door, her hand wrapping around his neck, the other grabbing his balls with a firm, almost painful grip. "Listen here, you little bitch," she hissed, her face inches from his. "You think you can just walk in here and take charge? You think you can make me your little slut? Well, let me tell you something, darling. The rules have changed. I am in charge now, and you will do as I say, when I say it. "Understand?" she repeated, her nails digging into his neck, her grip on his balls tightening. "Answer me, bitch."
"Yes, Mistress," Steve gritted out, his body tense, his cock already hardening at the sudden shift in power dynamics. Donna smirked, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Good boy," she purred, releasing her grip on Steve's neck and balls. "Now, on your knees, pet." Steve hesitated for a moment, his pride warring with his desire to please Donna. But ultimately, his need to submit to her won out, and he lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving hers. "Good boy," Donna repeated, her voice softening slightly. She stepped back, her eyes roaming over Steve's naked body, taking in every inch of him. "You look so good like this, darling," she murmured. "On your knees, at my mercy.
It's a good look for you, Steve," Donna taunted, her voice laced with amusement. She slowly untied her robe, letting it slip off her shoulders, revealing her naked body. Her big breasts heaved with each breath, her nipples already hard and erect. Steve's eyes flicked up to meet hers, hunger and defiance warring in his gaze. "You like what you see, pet?" Donna asked, teasingly. "Yes, Mistress," Steve grunted, his eyes locked onto her tits. "Good. Now, come here.
Crawl to me, pet," Donna commanded, her voice laced with authority. Steve's jaw clenched, but he did as he was told, crawling across the hardwood floor towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. Donna smirked, her pussy throbbing with anticipation as she watched him move.
"Good boy," she purred, once he was kneeling before her. "Now, I want you to worship my body. Kiss my feet, my legs, my thighs. Work your way up, slowly.
Show me how much you revere my body, my pussy," Donna ordered, her voice low and commanding. Steve's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and desire, but he did as he was told, his lips brushing against her skin, his tongue flicking out to taste her. He started at her feet, kissing her toes, sucking them into his mouth, his hands massaging her calves. He worked his way up, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of heat on her skin, his hands squeezing and caressing her flesh.
“Steve who knew what a good big dick bitch you would be” Donna taunted, her voice laced with amusement and lust. “I thought you were such a tough guy, my dominant man. But look at you now, on your knees, worshipping my body. You’re nothing but a big dick bitch, aren’t you?”
Steve’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He was too far gone, too consumed by the desire to please her, to submit to her. He reached her thighs, his hands squeezing the soft flesh, his lips and tongue working their way up, closer and closer to her pussy but she stopped him “Suck on my toes slut ” she commanded, her voice laced with authority. Steve paused, then complied, sucking her toes into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, tasting her. The sight of him, on his knees, worshipping her feet, was intoxicating. "That's a good boy," she whispered, her voice soft, but her eyes hard. "Now, lick my legs, pet.
Slowly," Donna commanded, her voice steady and confident. Steve, still on his knees, began to follow her orders, his tongue trailing up her calves, his hands kneading her flesh. He could feel the softness of her skin, the firmness of her muscles, and it made his cock throb with desire. He reached her thighs, and she grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to look up at her. "You like that, don't you, pet? You like being on your knees, worshipping my body?" she taunted, her eyes gleaming with lust.
"Yes, Mistress," Steve grunted, his eyes locked onto her pussy, his cock throbbing with need. "Good boy," Donna purred, releasing her grip on his hair. "Now, continue. Lick my thighs, pet. Show me how much you worship my body." Steve's tongue flicked out, tasting her skin, his hands squeezing her thighs as he worked his way up. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, could smell her arousal, and it made him want to devour her.
He reached her hips, his hands gripping her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He looked up at her, his eyes filled with hunger and desire. "Please, Mistress," he begged, his voice low and rough. "Please, let me taste you." "Oh, you want to taste my pussy, pet?" she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. "You want to lick my cunt, make me come all over your face?" Steve nodded, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Yes, Mistress. Please, let me taste you." Donna smirked, her pussy throbbing with anticipation. "Very well, pet," she purred, spreading her legs wider, giving him access to her most intimate parts. "But remember, you're here to please me. You don't come until I say so. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Steve grunted, his eyes locked onto her glistening pussy. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice soft, but her eyes hard. Steve leaned in, his tongue flicking out, tasting her for the first time.
He groaned, the taste of her pussy sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness, and it made his cock throb with need. He licked her slowly, his tongue tracing her folds, teasing her clit lightly. He could feel her body tense, her hands gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
"Fuck, yes, pet," she moaned, her hips bucking against his face.
"Lick my pussy, make me come all over your face." Steve growled, his tongue working faster, harder, his fingers joining in, slipping inside her, fucking her as he licked her clit. He could feel her getting close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. "That's it, pet," she panted, her fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him closer. "Make me come. Make me fucking come, now." Steve redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around her clit, his fingers fucking her hard and fast.
He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. With a final growl, Steve buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that spot that made her scream. She came hard, her body convulsing, her pussy pulsing around his fingers. Steve lapped up her juices, his own cock throbbing with need. "Good boy," she whispered, her voice soft but her eyes hard. "You're learning, pet." She pushed him away, standing up, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Now, it's time for you to really earn your keep." Steve's eyes flicked up to meet hers, hunger and anticipation warring in his gaze.
"What do you have in mind, Mistress?" he asked, his voice low and rough. Donna smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's time for some ass fucking, pet," she said, her voice laced with amusement. Steve's cock twitched at the thought, but his excitement was short-lived. "What the fuck, Donna?" he growled, his eyes widening as she reached into the drawer and pulled out her strap-on. "You didn't say anything about this." "Rules have changed, darling," she replied, her voice calm and steady. "Now, bend over the bed, pet. It's time for you to take my cock." Steve hesitated, his jaw clenching as he weighed his options. He had never been one to back down from a challenge, but this was different. This was humiliating. But as he looked into Donna's eyes, he knew he had no choice.
He had agreed to this, after all. Swallowing his pride, Steve did as he was told, bending over the bed, his ass on display. He could feel the cool air against his skin, could feel the anticipation building inside him. He heard the sound of Donna lubing up the strap-on, the sound of her hand moving up and down the length of it. He could imagine her, standing behind him, her eyes locked onto his ass, a smirk on her face.
"Spread your cheeks, pet," she commanded, her voice steady and confident.
Steve hesitated for a moment, embarrassment and humiliation coursing through him. But he knew better than to disobey her. He reached back, grabbing his ass cheeks, and pulled them apart, exposing himself to her completely.
"Good boy," she purred, running a finger along his crack, making him shiver. "You have such a pretty little hole, darling. I can't wait to fuck it."
Steve's cock twitched at her words, despite the humiliation he felt. He could feel her breath on his ass, could feel the head of the strap-on pressing against his hole.
He tensed, his body resisting the intrusion, but Donna was having none of it. She grabbed his hips, her nails digging into his flesh, and pushed forward, forcing the head of the strap-on past his tight ring of muscle.
"Fuck!" Steve grunted, his body tensing as he was filled. It burned, stretching him wider than he had ever been before. But despite the pain, his cock was rock hard, leaking precome onto the bedspread.
"Take it, pet," Donna purred, her voice laced with amusement.
"Take my cock like a good little bitch." Steve gritted his teeth, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. "Fuck, it's too big," he groaned, his body trembling with effort. "No, it's not," Donna replied, her voice firm. "You can take it, darling. You're my big dick bitch, remember?" She punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, burying the strap-on deeper inside him.
Steve gasped, his body jerking forward, his fingers digging into the sheets. "Fuck, Mistress!" he groaned, his cock throbbing in response to the sudden movement. "That's right, pet," Donna purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. She began to move, slowly at first, her hips rolling as she fucked him. Steve could feel every inch of the strap-on, the ridges and textures rubbing against his prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
Despite the humiliation, despite the pain, his cock was rock hard, leaking precome onto the bedspread. He could hear Donna's ragged breathing behind him, could feel her hips slapping against his ass as she fucked him harder, faster.
"Take it, you little bitch," she growled, her fingers digging into his hips, pulling him back onto her cock. "Take my cock like a good little slut."
Steve groaned, his body tensing as she hit that spot inside him, filling him completely.
He could feel her large breasts pressing against his back, her nipples hard and sensitive. Her breath was hot on his ear, her voice a low growl. You like being filled by my big cock?" she taunted, her hips slapping against his ass, her fingers digging into his flesh, leaving red welts.
"Fuck, yes, Mistress," Steve grunted, his cock throbbing, leaking precome onto the bed. "I love it.
I love being your big dick bitch, Mistress," Steve panted, his body writhing as Donna's strap-on fucked him harder, pushing him closer to the edge. She growled, her fingers twisting in his hair, pulling his head back roughly. "That's right, pet. You're my little fuck toy, aren't you? A big dick bitch, begging for my cock." She punctuated her words with a sharp thrust of her hips, burying the strap-on deep inside him. Steve groaned, his cock throbbing, his body tensing as he felt his orgasm building.
He could feel Donna's body shaking behind him, her hips slamming against his ass, her fingers digging into his flesh.
"Fuck, Mistress," he panted, his body writhing, his cock twitching. "I'm going to cum."
Donna's fingers tightened in his hair, pulling his head back, making him gasp. "Not yet, pet," she hissed, her voice hard and commanding. "I'm not finished with you yet."
Steve whimpered, his body tensing, his cock leaking precome onto the bedspread. Donna chuckled, her hips slowing, but not stopping. "You remember the first time we did this, don't you, pet?" she asked, her voice soft, but her eyes hard.
Steve's jaw clenched, but he didn't respond.
He knew better than to argue with Donna when she was in this mood. She continued to fuck him, harder and faster, her fingers still twisting in his hair. "You remember that time, don't you, pet?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "When you took me from behind, with no lube, and just fucking rammed your cock into my ass?"
Steve's mind flashed back to that night, the way Donna had begged him to take her rough, to make her his. The way he had ignored her cries of pain as he drove his cock into her ass, the way she had come apart beneath him, screaming his name. "Yes, Mistress," he grunted, his voice strained. "I remember."
"Good," Donna said, her voice still low and dangerous.
"I'm glad you remember. Because now, it's time for you to experience the same pleasure I did."
With that, she let go of Steve's hair and reached around to grab his cock. She began to stroke him in time with her thrusts, her fingers slick with precome. Steve groaned, his hips bucking against her hand, his cock throbbing in her grasp.
"Fuck, Mistress," he panted, his body tensing as she quickened her pace. "I'm so close."