Chapter 37: Surprised Submission Pt1,

Selene

The ride to John’s place is silent—but it hums with sexual tension.

His fingers rest lightly on my thigh, My pulse pounds in my ears. I stare out the window, city lights slicing across the glass, already building a script in my mind.

By the time we reach his place, I’ve made my decision.

Tonight, I’m not letting him lead at all , I’m taking control and leading and Im pretty darn sure he will follow... willingly .

I will take what I want and I want to see him submit to me and to let me yield that heady power over him.

He opens the car door for me, ever the gentleman, but I don’t thank him. I simply strut past, my little bag of "magic tricks" in hand, heels clicking softly on cobbled floors..

He follows. Wordless. I stop outside the front door and he steps around me to open it and stands aside for me to walk in.

“Where’s you’re bedroom?” I ask him immediately, wasting no time on tours or admiring his place. That will come later. Right now I want him.

“Up the stairs and second door on the right”.

I don’t stop until I reach his bedroom. As expected it is dark & masculine, lit with a soft amber glow from a side lamp. The bed is enormous, black silk sheets pulled taut. Tempting.

I turn to face him.

“Strip,” I say.

He blinks, surprised—but something in his eyes lights up immediately- Bingo ! Just like that I know he will bend to my desires. . Slowly, without a word, he shrugs out of his coat. Unbuttons his shirt slowly eyes trained on mine.

I pull out a collar and leash and I step forward and can't help but smirk when I see the surprise on his face. I undo the rest of his buttons for him , while he watches me. I take my time dragging my nails down his chest as I peel the fabric away. His breath hitches as I put the collar on him and attach the leash, his breathing erratic with excitement.

“Don’t speak,” I whisper, placing a finger on his lips. “Don’t touch unless I say so. Nod if you understand ."

His nod is slow. Controlled. Eyes burning with unspoken desire.

I lead him by the leash towards the bed and push him back until the back of his legs hit the bed. He sits down obediently.

I step back and pull a chair from his desk and sit down with my thighs wide apart. His eyes drop down and his lips part as he watches me start to stroke myself .

“You’ve been wining and dining me, dressing me, and worshipping me all week,” I murmur, running my hands over his shoulders. “And now you’re going to prove to me that you can follow as well as you lead, are you going to be a good boy for me ?.... nod if you will". I say as I shove a finger into my pussy and starting pumping it in and out.

His jaw tightens, never once taking his eyes off me-but nods quickly.

I walk over to him and straddle him in slow motion, the slit in my dress parting so he can feel the heat between my thighs, barely concealed by his pants .

"You see John," I say seductively as I slip my still wet fingers into his mouth and he sucks my arousal . "I don't mind letting a man lead every so often, but I enjoy dominating my men. I enjoy mild bondage, sensory deprivation, pegging, fisting and being worshipped . Are you ready to submit to me? To let me take what I want ? You can answer, and when we play like this you will address me as Goddess."

"Yes Goddess, I want to be your toy, please use me". He replies promptly as his voices cracks. I'm gyrating on his lap rubbing against his hard cock, and I can feel him thickening and twitching in excitement beneath me.

I lean in, mouth at his ear. “Lie back.”

He does as I ask . Chest rising and falling fast now. I grab a silk scarf and tie his hands above his head.

I slide down his body, undoing his belt with maddening slowness, keeping my eyes locked on his. I free his huge cock, which is already rock hard, flushed and leaking. I wrap one hand around the base as far as my hand will wrap around because he is so thick and I squeeze—just enough to make him moan through clenched teeth.

“Not yet, don't move ,” I say when he bucks his hips.

I tease the head with my thumb, smearing precum, watching his control fray at the edges. His hands twisting above his head as he moans loudly.

“Good boy,” I purr. “You’re learning.”

His breath shudders.

I climb back on top of him and grind against him, rubbing my dripping pussy along his cock. His eyes flutter shut, jaw clenched, desperate to touch me.

“Beg.”

He opens his eyes. “Selene—”

“Beg.”

“Please Goddess, I beg you ", he breathes. “Let me inside you.”

I slide the dress away and lower myself slowly onto him, inch by inch, giving myself time to adjust to his enormous girth and length, until I’m fully seated, my walls clenching around his thick length.

His mouth falls open in a silent moan.

“Keep your hands where they are and do not move . You will not cum until I say so,” I command, rolling my hips with slow, devastating precision.

His head tips back. His throat arches. I lean down and bite gently at his collarbone, then his neck, marking him as mine because I know that’s leaving a hickie.

“You take direction well,” I whisper. “You should try it more often.”

“I’d do anything you say Goddess, use me however you want please ,” he groans.

I fuck him harder now, the rhythm brutal and controlled, my fingers digging into his chest as I ride him like I own him.

Because tonight, I do.

When he finally starts to lose control, hips jerking beneath me, I lean down and bite his lip.

“Not yet.”

He nearly sobs as he tries to control his orgasm.