The Art of Submission by Ella Dominguez Page A

unbuttons my pants, and unzips them – much too slowly. When
she finally exposes me completely, she looks up at me with a look
of… what? Fear? Oh sweetheart… you can
take it . I caress her face and put my hands in her
hair to reassure that it it’s not too much for her. She ever so
slowly starts running her pale pink tongue up and down my rod. Her
tongue is rough and wet, like delicate sandpaper. Fuck… it feels so good. Then she
wraps her delicious pouty lips around the head and starts
sucking. No… wait…
    “Stop… I want to try something.” I tell
her.
    I briefly look around her apartment and
immediately find what I’m looking for. I walk over to a coat rack
and grab a scarf that’s hanging there. I walk back over to Isabel,
and she’s looking at me dazed. She’s all eyes and mouth. I kneel in
front of her and carefully wrap the scarf around her eyes, making
sure to shield them completely, and then tie it tightly. She sits
compliantly and doesn’t make any objections. Her hands come up to
the scarf and she touches it, getting used to it, then her fingers
glide down her cheeks, and her fingertips brush her lips. I stand,
and move close in front of her so that her searching hands meet my
hardness. Her breathing quickens and she shifts on the bed. I can
see she’s eager to have me by her hardened nipples visible through
her t-shirt. She strokes me, gripping me tightly, up and
down. Yes… like
that .
    Then she continues where she left off
and her eager mouth completely engulfs me. She sucks hard, her
velvety tongue twirling around the head. FUCK…. I don’t want to cum yet … She takes me
deep… deeper, and I feel myself at the back of her throat. Fuck … this
girl has got skills . She pulls back quickly and
releases me, then takes me again, all mouth, wet and loud. She does
this over and over. I don’t want to cum yet, so I start looking
anywhere but her mouth. I make the mistake of looking above her
bed, and I see her paintings, und they’re my undoing. FUCK… I’m coming. Fucking hell. It’s so
explosive and quick, I don’t have a chance to warn her. Like a good
submissive, she doesn’t flinch and she swallows what I give her
without complaint; the only sound coming from her a small
groan.
    I see a small smile steal onto her face
and she gently wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and licks
her lips. Holy fuck that’s
sexy .
    I kneel down in front of her and take
the scarf off so that I can see what’s going on behind those
beautiful eyes. When I take it off, she blinks several times, her
eyes adjusting to the light. I’m directly in front of her, eye
level. Our eyes meet and the chemistry is undeniable. It’s like electricity.
    “That was fucking amazing.” I tell her.
    “ Yes, it was. Thank you.” Her voice is
soft and seductive and she’s smiling.
    Why is she thanking me? Because she’s a natural born submissive, that’s
why . Hell, I should be the one thanking
her.
    She’s quiet for a moment, trying to find the
words, I think. Finally she looks up at me, her eyes scanning my
face.
    “Because I prayed that I could be with you
just once. And if this is the only time I get to have you, I just
wanted you to know that… it was the most… the most…” She just stops
there, unable to find the words to describe how she feels.
    “Just once? You only want me this one time?”
I ask sarcastically.
    “Oh no, that’s not what I meant.”
    Her eyes widen and she looks panicked, and I
can’t help but laugh out loud. This is way too easy.
    “Are you laughing at me again, Mr. Young?”
She narrows her eyes at me, but she’s grinning mischievously.
    “No, no. I wouldn’t dare do that,
Isabel.”
    She looks down at my still-exposed cock and
dryly says, “Put that thing away and let’s go.”
    Oh. Little Miss Sassy Panties is
back. Me likey.
    **********************
    Isabel
    Why doesn’t he just take me – right here,
right now? I want him so badly. Can’t he see that? He