Chapter 34: The sweet surrender

Brielle's pov

Like a lost pup, I followed my nemesis; if lust could kill this instance, I would be announced dead in less than seconds. In between, my thigh feels the heat; it judges the want and needs to be separated massively apart.

Good lord! Have I been this submissive to sin? Have I been down facet rotten? Just the thought of Jace's smirk tingled the sexual urge in me. I watched his bedroom door swing for me to come in.

I inhaled deeply. "Forgive me, Lord!" I whispered before entering the room. To my wildest surprise, Jace was sitting bare-chested on the bed with a white towel circling his waist. His hair damped from the bath.

I swallowed hard as I inhaled the solid sexual memories I'd had in his same room. My sins started right in this room. Innocence—I grave for mercy, but I crave the Mercies of Jace's dick. I wanted him, and I eyed him as his beautiful eyes embraced mine. I stiffened with my sweaty palm holding the hem of my dress.

Jace's cologne was divine! His greasy dark hair strings a strand of it attached to his face; I found myself biting my nails; my legs were turning into jelly. I got weak-kneed just by the looks of Jace.

"Brielle Morena Damara!" He called, his hoarse voice fucking out the sense out of my slippy thoughts.

I scoffed. Jace called my full name! The way his lips and tongue rows out my name from that mouth that had sucked out the whore in me, that same mouth that has sent me away from this earth for an errand of ruthless grace, That same mouth that sucks from my divine-formed breast.

"Brielle!" He called again, but this time, Jace's voice held so much dominance.

"Yes... yes... boss, Uhm, I mean, yes Sir... Yes, Jace!" I stuttered in fright. I hate how he rules over me. I hate how he turns me into a dummy in less than a mere vocal.

Still, I love how he makes me storms in need, in his every touch. I love what he does to my innocent brain, and I love how he makes my pussy fart in his pleasurable needs.

Why was I angry at him again? Gosh! Why does his stare sting?

"Brielle!" He called again, but this time, to bring me back from my fantasyland.

I looked at him. He licked his lips.

"Yes, Jace!" I stuttered.

Hot like a fever, rattling bones, swirling desire. Just by looking at his pinkish yet small plumpish lips, I could taste it— I could taste his flavored vanilla mint breath.

"Strip!" He commands.

Without thinking, less than a second, I was off from my clothing; it looked like magic. I was fully naked in front of him. Immediately, I was swept by the cold air, and then realization hit me hard.

"Go take a warm bath. I'll join you shortly!" he adds.

"Yes... Yea... Yes!" I stammered again. I felt possessed by his voice, his stares. "I'll do just that, and-" I halt with eyes up at him. "I meant Jace. I'll do that, Jace!"

He smirked and said, "Daddy will do, baby girl!"

Lord... He's so hot; yes... Yes, daddy, yes, I don't care about being submissive to this fucker right here. I want him, and now I understand what Hera meant. Talking about Hera, I can't wait to tell her about this perfect fattish moment of mine.

"Now! Don't waste anymore of my time!" He scowls. "I want to eat, and you're making my dinner cold! Hurry, have a warm bath now!" He orders.

Me? Dinner? Does he want to eat me? I thought. I love getting eaten but only by my nemesis that's right in front of me.

"Oh... Okay... Daddy!" I said. Without another glance, I slowly walked into the gigantic bathroom.

My head rested slightly against the glass, the heat from the hot bath pulsing through my blood from the point where I imagined his tongue was driving me mad. My leg flexed against the cold ceramic wall-tile, urging of my thought as I slowly caressed my wet pussy. I'm thinking of him getting closer and closer to my thoughts.

My hands cupped my erect breast, and I slowly pinched on my rocked nipples. Feeling the rough running water playing with the strands of my hair, it gradually washes down against my sensitive inner thighs as my hand was suddenly grabbed from behind me, provocatively exacerbating my awareness of everything around me.

"You ain't allowed to do that!" his voice was cold. "You're getting punished for this!"

He grabbed me up to his body. As I circled my legs around his firm body, he took me out from the bathroom and slowly dropped me on the bed. He walked straight to the other space that was his closet. He walked out with another white towel. I sat there naked, looking at him as an insane whore.

He slowly wipes my body dry. He went back to the other room known to be his torture room. He stepped holding a leather belt and two handcuffs, and a blindfold.

He dropped them casually on the bed. He turned to face me and I gulped hard. He lowered his height to my level on the bed. He eyed my firm hardened nipples.

"You've been a bad girl!" He said.

"And you... You've been a bad boy yourself!" I mustered a cocky look at him.

He smirked and said, "I think someone is fully in her domineering mode!"

He giggled, and immediately, his face turned cold and his stare icy. He grabbed my neck, choking me down the bed.

"You dare talk back to me? The audacity!" He climbed on top of me.

He leaened down, kissed me, freed my neck, his fingers moved rhythmically on my skin, his thumb circled and pressed. His other hand scooped my hair off my head and held my head in place. His tongue mirrored the actions of his fingers, claiming me.

My legs began to stiffen as I pressed my thigh against his hand that was down to my embassy of sin. He gently pulls his hand away, so I'm brought back from the verge.

A low moan escaped my mouth immediately. His wet, soft lips found their way to my left breast, and he sucked slowly and cautiously at my already hardened nipples again. He repeats the same process with my right nipples.

He spun me around as he sniffed on my bareback; I could feel his warm breath drinking in my scent, drinking in effect he has on me until he feels my heavy breathing that trembled beneath his every touch.

The world seemed dream-filled as he pulled back from my body, the firelight setting my buttocks endured his Spanks. Without speaking, he removes his towel, allowing his length to spring free for me to feel and drink from his massive dick.

Jace smiled softly at me when he finally finished, and I felt short of breath as he lowered his head and kissed between my breasts and slowly ran his tongue up my neck. His hands gently caressed my back, my arms, my shoulders, and I felt our heated bodies pressed together, skin to skin.

"Brielle..." He called his breathing heavy, his voice filled with lust.

"Yes... Yes, daddy!"

"Ughhh..." He groans as he picks up the handcuffs and slowly goes to the edge of the bed. He sits down and slows, handcuffing his right hand against the shackles designed just for the sins of the bed.

"Come!" He ordered.

'I don't know what was going on now. Why will he handcuff himself instead of me?' I thought.

He stretches the other handcuff to me. "Take it!" he commands.

I looked stunned at him. What does he want me to do? I slowly took it from him.

He smirks. "Handcuff me, and fuck me."

This word... It... It stings my body, and it sends more adrenaline down my veins.

"I want you to take control, and you have five minutes to make me feel the need to fuck you more with intense desire because I miss you so much!"

Oh lord! Jace... He wants me to rule? It's a pleasure anyways.

I took his other arm with my eyes, not leaving him; I slowly handcuffed it to the different shackles. He balances himself properly as his length goggles.

"You know what I am going to do to you?" I smirk evilly at him.

"And what is that?" He furrowed his brows.

"Eat you up, and clear my plate! You're mine, Jace," I said softly, pressing gently on his balls into my profundities.

I used my fingertips and ran it down his chest, down to his thigh, then his ball; immediately, I got hold of his massive shaft. I started stroking it gently.

A low moan escaped from his throat. He looks lustfully at me. "Yes. Yes, brie, make me want you more, brie," He said in between sexy moans.

"Beg for it!" I ordered.

He was shocked at my reply; then, a smirk curled up his cheek. "Hmmm, dominance!"

I want Jace to moan out my name. Now I'm with the power, and I want him never to forget this day for real. I took a deep pleasure into poking his stiff long length to my cheek playfully.

"C'mon, brie, don't make me beg for it!" He groans.

"You have to beg for it, DADDY!" I tease my last sentence at him.

He rolled his eyes dramatically. "Please, Brie, please, I want to be inside of your wet slippery pussy; I want to dine in your pleasurable cell of lust. I want to absolve your beautiful scent; I want to dig my nails on your perfectly soft and smooth skin. Please brie, dominate me now you've got the chance,"

Jace De Leon begged for sex? Unbelievable. I thought as my hoes goddess in me dances with her red and dangerous hula skirts.

Just dive in. Go slow. Draw it out. Give a preamble of what's to come. The full range of the hoe in me intimate on my body-on-his body experience,

I kissed the tip of his shaft and started to make out with it. Immediately, my mouth was over in half of his length; I couldn't take the whole of him into my mouth.

I watched his face as his eyes shut down; he was fighting his demons; he must succumb to my pleasure, and I'll make it right.

A throat moan escapes his mouth. "Fuck!" He moans.

I slowly drive up and down carefully, then move down to the underside with the tip of my tongue. I'll move up and down the shaft with a series of light, gentle kisses before licking the rest. This helps me get an idea of its size and texture, and smell — the hottest part for me — and gives me time to build up some saliva.

I continued with gentle flicks on the frenulum with the tip of my tongue. I Flick it back and forth, up and down, slowly creeping my lips up over his head, then backing off. The heat from my mouth and my breath makes him throb with anticipation — practically, he groans, begging me to slide it in my mouth.

"Brie... FUCK. You're so.... fucking good; I love you so much!" Heel breaths in between moans.

His dick tells me that he feels good. I removed my mouth once more and watched it jump and throbs; it looked happy. It's leaking precum; it's pleasing. I don't have a countdown clock in my head because I'm Just enjoying the effect I've had on him now. I felt powerful.

I watched him trying to free himself from the handcuff, but it was a waste of time.

I smirk. "Chill, daddy! I just need to show you that I can also rule too, you know,"

He smirks. "I like that!"

Instant, I dived in again, sucking at the shaft of his rocked dick. In your mouth, I can feel every vein, texture, vibration — all of it. So relish in the experience of it, and I'm only going for as long as I want because a good blow job is as much about getting what I want as it is for him.

"Brie, fuck... breaking, please don't make me come before th fun even gets started." He moans in divine ecstasy.

Jace had a giant dick, but still, I was able to maneuver my long tongue around it. Licking his head, shaft, balls, and taint — the skin space between his hole and testicles —I felt he was just as intense as the dinner I'm serving to him right now.

I tried to take his whole let into my throat, but instantly, I had a gag reflex that made me close up my throat; it choked.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked, with concern to his lustful face.

I smile. "Okay, as I can ever be. I'm good, babe,"

It's fun to push the limit of how far I could swallow his cock. I think it's boiling to choke on his giant dick — and he probably loved it too.

Instead, I focus on my pleasure, my mouth, and how this feels for me. Letting go and letting my body and my mouth explore Jace's dick will create better sex. This will lead me through every step. Trusting my sensation may mean that I at some point stop sucking and migrate to a rim job, or I may want to focus on his balls for a while. The focus is a pleasure — My very own pleasure.

I dive in again, real slow this time. I watch him squirm in every stroke, trying to free himself. The urge to grab my hair and to take control shows on his face, but he can't.

"Brie, you are mine alone, now and forever. Mine, won't let any man have you," I pulled against his grip, and he sucked in his breath with a faint "ah" as he pressed even more genuine. "Brie, I'm on my limit, brie... Yes, baby, fuck... I'm cumminggggg..."

He screamed in a satisfying moan as he erupted inside my mouth.

I swallow some and spit some back on his now shiny shaft; I rub it on my face and suck his balls,

He was panting heavily for life. He looks down at his little slut. "Brie?" He calls between aisles.

"Yes, daddy!" My voice was hot as fuvk. "Are you okay, or should I let you take over?"

"Oh, yes, Brie!" He smiles.

"I'm sorry, daddy, but not today!" I winked at him, slowly getting up from the bed to the bathroom. The look of shock was all over his face, which I wanted. That is his punishment, and it's my payback for him messing with me.

"Brie... You pay dearly for this!" He smirks.

"I always pay for my sins, daddy. I'll free you when I finish refreshing myself,"