Just A Woman (Marina: Part Two: Naughty Nookie Series) by Serena Akeroyd

drop of pleasure from this
experience.  I let him, forcing myself to stay calm, to not panic, to
breathe slowly as he uses my throat for his own good.  When his hand
brushes my hair from my face, gentle sweeps that have me tingling with the
display of tenderness, he gradually works himself out of my mouth, a thin
strand of cum or spit ̶ I’m not sure which ̶ unites the pair of us.
    I look up at him
and he looks at me.  Our eyes, his cock and my mouth connected in the
simplest of ways and at that moment, I know he’s right about me.   
    I can’t say I’m
like Rosalie.  That into BDSM, I could become a professional
submissive.  But it’s there.  For this man, I have submissive
tendencies.
    I don’t understand
it, can’t explain it, eventually I might be able to brazenly state, ‘I’m a
sub.’  As it is, for the moment, a tendency is a revelation in
itself.
    His hand caresses
my mouth, gently probing the corners of my sore lips, where they’ve strained at
his thickness and he whispers, “You did very well, Marina.”
    I want to ask if I
did well enough to cum, but I don’t.  I hold my tongue.
    “You swallowed
every drop.  You took it like the gift it was.  Just for you. 
Nobody else.”  He sucks in a breath and as he exhales, smiles.  “It’s
time to get ready for the rest of the day.”
    His pointed look
reminds me of something he said last night.  “May I shower, Nate?”
    Another
smile.  He’s looking beatific at my fabulous memory.  And considering
I want nothing more than to cum, fabulous is an understatement.  It’s a
wonder I can talk, wonder I’m even coherent.
    “Yes, the bathroom
is all yours.”
    I nod and stagger
to my feet.  My pussy is so hot, it’s on fire.  I’ve never understood
that statement before, but by God, I do now.  I feel as though I could
hump his leg and cum.  One touch, a brush of his fingers against my clit
and BAM!  That would be it.  Arousal, heavy and as insidious as a
snake, wends its ways through my belly, sinking lower and lower until my legs
feel like lead with every step I take.
    Just one little
touch.  One stroke. 
    That’s all I’d
need.
    Temptation
beckons, I just don’t know if I’m strong enough to withstand the lesson,
because that’s undoubtedly what this is.  A deterrent example, urging me
to learn that my body no longer belongs to me but is his.
    Fuck, that thought
blows my mind.
    In twelve hours,
I’ve gone from a slightly-subdued version of Marina Denison, to...
property? 
    With the bathroom
door behind me, I fall against it and use it as a prop.  It’s too
much.  The very idea of not even having control over washing myself, of
having to consider each and every word before I speak, to do as he says or face
the consequences…  I’m freaked out.  Submissive overload.  But
that doesn’t stop my treacherous pussy from weeping cream or moistening my
inner thighs or craving Nate’s cock.
    And that, says it
all.
     
    ****
     
    The idea of having
to walk around the commune wetting my panties with cream, talking to people
I’ve known most of my life and being introduced to the new additions to the
commune, all while my body was on a slow burn... well, it was an intolerable
idea.
    Nobody could
withstand it.  Nobody.  Moreover, no one should expect it of another
person.  How can I focus, concentrate on the task at hand, when I could
spontaneously combust at any second?  Because as disturbed as I am by the
introduction of discipline and power play into our relationship, my cunt isn’t . 
    I. 
Need.  To.  Cum.
    The instant the
water poured overhead in Nate’s bathroom, I wanted to slide my fingers down,
down.  Touch myself, bring myself to orgasm.  I thought about
it.  A lot.  I just stood there, letting the water pound on my head
as I contemplated my next move.
    The ache between
my thighs was compounded by the ache at my butt.  The two seemed to work
together, in tangent to torture me, to tempt.  He