I Came. I Saw. I Conquered.

Time only remembers to stand still whenever I am with Vince. It does it nowhere and with no one else. I could have suffered a day of staring at the wall clock in my office waiting to leave my desk for the comfort of my bed but with Vince, even the most undesirable of places seem to have a soothing appeal.

“fighting a lost battle…”

Coming home every night to chiselled abs, hairy chest, broad shoulders and a million-dollar smile that sits on a well-sculpted face is a blessing must people never get to enjoy. Vince’s cool, calm and collected manners could make him pass as a Spartan warrior.  They serve as effective tools in disarming the hardest of defences. My heart, to date, remains his greatest conquest.

I could argue that I didn’t put up much fight like I would have loved to, but I knew I was fighting a lost battle when I couldn’t wait to visit his coffee shop for the second time the same day we first met. While I first thought it unusual for a coffee-shop owner to sit with a new customer on a busy afternoon, subsequent visits to his shop revealed that he only broke protocol for the ‘sunshine that walked into his shop looking all tired and stressed.’

From that moment on, things have only gotten better. He has become my best friend, but most especially, my teacher.

I discovered my threshold for the pain the first time I spent the night at Vince’s. At first, he kept his distance which I felt was awkward since we are both at his apartment and it is obvious that we look forward to releasing sexual tensions.

For someone who looked like he could make Aphrodite wet on sight, our first kiss wasn’t great. In a manner that suggested he could tell our first attempt at foreplay could be better, he cupped my face in his hands and slowly kissed my lips. This time, it was wet, longing and warm.

He lowered me gently onto the bed. The sight of me on the bed looking very vulnerable and accommodating must have turned on a lightbulb in his head because his looks changed from being genteel to intense in a matter of seconds.

He went ahead to undress me as I lay on the bed. After unhooking my bra with nothing left but my panties on, he asked, “How far are you willing to go?”

“As far as you are willing to take me,” I responded.

“Get on your knees.” He prompted. “And I want your hands behind you.”I did as was asked.

Vince clasped my hands together with force and tied them with a tie. The force with which he made the knot made me clench my teeth. At this point, all I could think to dwell on was how turned on I was by the pain of being dominated. He climbed the bed and slowly removed my panties. I felt slippery between my thighs.

I could tell seeing me wet was a turn on for him because he licked his lips in a way that suggested he is about to devour an exotic meal.

Removing my panties had led to a change of position for me. I am now chested down on the bed with my ass in plain view of his magnetic view. He helped me back to my knees and asked that I rest my head on the pillow in front of me.

He brought out a second tie and tied both my legs to opposite ends of the bed. Everything except my eyes was left wide open.

“I am in all the way.”

Vince took his time with me. A little too much time I think. He unbuttoned his briefs to reveal a cock that was the length and size of a working microphone. This is something I’ll like to speak with. I can’t wait to have my lips around it.

“You know you can end this whenever you want to, don’t you?” He said. “All you just have to do is call out the color white.”

“I don’t want this to stop,” I responded as he came around the bed with a tie that could only be meant for my mouth. “I am in all the way.”

He finished tying the knot around my mouth and he resumed his position behind me as he climbed the bed. Slowly he rubbed his dick around my pussy without inserting it. I would have shivered violently from that experience if it weren’t for the restraint.

He maintained a constant throbbing of his dick against my clitoris and my little lady who was already out to play had become an active participant. It was a match made in heaven. A dick the size of a giant’s hand and a pussy that is up for grabs.

After a few minutes of teasing my clitoris, he slowly inserted the tip of his dick into my pussy. The muffled scream could have woken a medieval gentleman. He pressed my neck hard against the pillow to stifle my pleasure. He was in charge and I must do as he pleases.

The in and out the movement of the tip of his dick didn’t prepare me for what came after. Without a hint of when he was going to go all-in, my expectant G-spot was up and ready to cry. With a force that should only be meant for the strike of a concrete wall, Vince thrust his entire dick inside my pussy and for the first time that night, I cried out in pain. Not even the tie around my mouth could limit my reaction as I simultaneously yelled, “Please, don’t stop!”

He hit my G-spot more times than I could remember that it never occurred to me the moment or the number of times that I came. Time stood still as I was suspended in an eternity of orgasms.

After almost fifteen minutes of full-on thrust, he moaned in excitement as he came deep inside me. I could feel the pleasure leave his body and get deposited in mine.

While his index finger knowingly played with my clitoris, Vince went down on his knees and lapped at my wet pussy like a soldier starved of water. Another series of violent spasms spasm-like orgasmic pleasure left me awash in delightful exhaustion. I could do this forever. I never knew being dominated could be this fulfilling.

I am awake now after eight straight hours of blissful sleep. Vince should be up soon and another domineering session is in the offing. I came; numerous times. I saw; a master of BDSM at work. I conquered; my fear of the unknown.