The Submissive 2

The Submissive 2


Amber felt her pussy was on the verge of exploding, a tight knot of burning pleasure that made her tremble in the swing, the straps biting into her thighs while her legs hung wide open, exposed to the air thick with strangers’ moans and the scent of sex that saturated the bar.

Ethan’s fingers inside her, curled and precise, pumped at a rhythm that drove her insane; his thumb kept pressing her swollen clit as if he wanted to wring every last drop of desire from her. She panted.

"Ethan… please, I’m… fuck! I’m going to come. I can’t hold it anymore, your mouth… I need your mouth right now," Amber begged, her voice ragged, clinging to the straps with nails digging into the leather.

But Ethan suddenly dropped to his knees between her suspended legs, his hot breath grazing her soaked pussy.

"You want my mouth, do you? Then take it all, Amber. I’m going to suck you until you beg for mercy," he murmured with a wicked smile, before his lips claimed her. He sucked with ravenous hunger, enveloping her clit; his flat tongue licked from her entrance all the way to the most sensitive spot, sucking as if he wanted to drink her juices straight from the source.

Amber screamed—a raw, loud sound that echoed against the glass of the urn—her body writhing in the swing. She knew that if she let go, she would fall to the floor, the straps barely holding her, but the pleasure was overwhelming: waves rising through her belly, making her hips move on their own, grinding against his bearded face.

The spectators in the neighboring cages murmured, eyes fixed on the show: a woman in the next cabin bit her lip while her partner fucked her from behind, yet no one looked away from Amber, hanging there, her pussy glistening and devoured by Ethan. She felt their stares like scorching caresses, stoking the fire higher.

"Yes… I love it, Ethan, I love how you eat me… but I’m going to… ahhh!" she cried as the orgasm drew near, tightening inside her like a spring about to snap.

Ethan stopped abruptly, pulling his tongue away with a wet sound, rising slowly, his lips gleaming with her fluids.

"Not yet, Amber. You don’t come until I say so. I want you to suffer a little more for giving me orders last night," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust, his cock straining against the leather of his pants like a caged beast.

She stared at him, frustrated and burning, her pussy throbbing empty, begging for release.

"You bastard… you can’t leave me like this. My pussy needs you, Ethan—fuck me now or let me come," she shot back.

He laughed low, a dark sound that made her shudder.

"Oh, I’ll fuck you, but not with what you’re expecting. First, something that will really stretch you." He moved toward a black leather trunk in the corner of the urn, opening it with a click that sounded like a dark promise.

He pulled out a gigantic dildo—a monster of black silicone, thick as his wrist, veined and with a wide base that made it intimidating, far larger than Ethan’s own cock, designed to push limits. He brought it to her mouth, brushing the tip against her swollen lips.

"Lick it, Amber. Wet this fake cock like it was mine. Get ready for what’s coming. Tell me you want it."

She hesitated for a second, but desire betrayed her. She stuck out her tongue, licking the tip slowly, tasting the clean latex, sucking it as if it were his erection, her saliva sliding down the shaft as he pushed it a little deeper.

"That’s it… suck it good. It’s huge… are you really going to put it all inside me? My pussy is going to break," she murmured between licks, aroused by the very thought.

"Exactly—it’s going to break you, and you’re going to love it. Imagine how it will fill that tight pussy of yours," he replied, then trailing it down her body, over her neck, between her oiled breasts, brushing the sensitive nipples that hardened at the contact, down her trembling belly until it reached her exposed pussy. He pressed it against her lips, rubbing the enormous head in circles, lubricating it with her juices.

"Feel this… it’s going to open you like never before. Are you ready, Amber? Tell me yes."

"Yes… put it in me, but slowly… fuck, it’s gigantic," she gasped, biting her lip.

He thrust hard; the thick head opened her immediately, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. Amber flushed red, a sharp burn spreading through her core. She was tight—her pussy resisted the invading size—and she felt pain mingled with pleasure, a brutal stretching that made her gasp.

"Ethan! It’s… too big… it hurts, but… don’t stop," she cried, writhing in the swing, the straps creaking under her weight, her ass clenching as she tried to adjust.

He, wild and aroused, eyes dark with pure lust, drove it deeper; the dildo sank inch by inch, fucking her with firm thrusts that made her feel full to her throat.

"Take it all, Amber. Your pussy is swallowing it… look at you, exposed and fucked like a whore in this cage. Do you like the pain? Tell me yes," he demanded, voice hoarse as he pumped.

Her gasps were intense, at first sounding pained, broken and sharp.

"It hurts… but yes, I like it… fuck me harder, Ethan. Make my pussy get used to it," she replied, sweating, cramped like an animal, hair plastered to her forehead, hands clutching the straps.

Ethan suddenly stopped, the dildo halfway in, his hand trembling on the base.

"Amber? Are you okay? Say the word if it’s too much. I don’t want to truly hurt you."

"I haven’t said the damn word! Keep going, you bastard… fuck me with it until I can’t take any more. I want to feel everything," she shouted, defiant and burning.

That fueled him further; a guttural growl escaped his throat.

"You’re a goddess… my submissive goddess. Take this, then." He resumed the thrusts; the dildo plunged in and out with force, squelching in her juices, stretching her to the limit. While he fucked her like that, he devoted himself to her breasts, his mouth descending to one red, hardened nipple, sucking greedily, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, nibbling until he left scarlet marks.

"Your tits… so perfect."

"Suck me more, Ethan… bite," she begged, clenching, tightening her ass to withstand the assault, her pussy gripping the dildo like a vise, waves of pleasure building again.

"I’m coming! Fuck, yes!" Her body convulsed as she came violently; the orgasm erupted like a volcano. She squeezed the dildo with fierce contractions, suddenly expelling it with a powerful jet of squirt that splashed the floor of the urn, soaking Ethan’s legs and shocking the spectators: murmurs of admiration and excitement echoed from the neighboring cages; one couple even applauded; the glass fogged from the obscene display.

Ethan could hold back no longer. With a frantic motion, he yanked down the zipper of his tight pants just enough to free his iron-hard cock, veined and throbbing, dripping precum.

"I can’t… your squirt has driven me insane. Now my cock is going to claim you," he growled, still with her hanging and trembling from the aftershock of her orgasm, penetrating her in one brutal thrust, his cock burying itself in her soaked, sensitive pussy.

"Fuck, Amber, your pussy… it’s mine! So tight after that… do you feel how I fill you?" he roared, yanking her hair to arch her neck, sinking his teeth into the soft skin, biting hungrily while his pelvis slammed against her with force, deep, savage thrusts that made the swing creak.

"Ethan! I’m coming… again… fill me, bite harder, pull my hair… fuck me like an animal," she sobbed, lost in ecstasy.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, rubbing every vein with delicious friction. She came a second time quickly, her body betraying her with spasms that made her dig her nails into his shoulders. He kept pounding her for a few more minutes, his sweat sliding down his back, the sound of flesh slapping flesh drowning out the strangers’ moans.

"Take my cum, Amber… all of it inside you," he gasped, spilling in hot jets that flooded her depths, his trembling hand reaching a button on the wall to close the velvet curtain with a hum, sealing their private world away from the voyeurs.

Amber trembled, descending from the swing on weak legs, drenched in sweat, hair disheveled and stuck to her skin, shattered by the hangover and exhaustion.

"Ethan… that was… I can’t even move," she murmured, her voice faint but satisfied.

He, with a gentleness that contrasted his earlier ferocity, lowered her carefully, wrapping her in his strong arms.

"Come here, my brave one… you were perfect. Are you okay? Tell me if anything really hurts," he whispered, kissing her temple as he laid her on the red velvet bed in the corner of the urn, soft and plush like a post-battle nest. He tenderly stroked her forehead, brushing away damp strands.

"Yes… everything’s fine. It was intense. Your bites… they burn, but I love them," she answered, barely conscious.

At first he didn’t notice, but when he looked closer, he saw the red marks from the straps on her thighs and hips—traces of submission that were slightly swollen—and her nipples marked a scarlet red from his ravenous bites, tender and puffy. A stab of guilt pierced him.

"Amber, the marks… I’m sorry if I was too rough. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that."

"Everything’s okay, Ethan. I like it when you mark me… I’m yours. Just hold me," she replied, whispering to soothe him, sensing his worry.

Gently, he removed the straps of the BDSM harness, untying the strips that had bitten into her skin. "Rest, I’ll take care of you now," he said, kissing her pleasure-wrinkled forehead. He fetched damp cloths from a hidden dispenser, cleaning her carefully: passing over her swollen, dripping pussy, wiping away the squirt and his cum mixed together, then over her breasts, brushing her nipples with tenderness so as not to hurt them.

"Feel this… clean and cool. Better?" he asked, his voice soft.

"Much better… thank you, Ethan. You’re… unexpected," she murmured, curling against his chest as he helped her into a simple dress he took from the trunk, covering her as though she were fragile glass. He dressed too, buttoning his shirt with hands that still trembled.

In the silence of the closed urn, with the distant echo of others’ lust filtering through the velvet, Ethan sat beside her, drawing her against his chest.

"Don’t move if you don’t want to. We can stay here a while," he offered, his arm encircling her protectively.

Amber nestled closer, her heart pounding, wondering how he had awakened this in her: a fire that burned away shame and barriers, leaving only raw desire. But for now, in his arms, she felt safe, claimed, and that was enough for the outside world to wait.