P05E05

After all the driving was done, we sat at the edge of the abyss to the lake. We did not speak, we just stared at the dark water below. Romance was afloat. Every minute spent with her felt exquisite. I had set her pussy on fire, and then I had quenched it. Now the erotics matured further into loving retrospect.

There was a dreamy look on her face when she said: “Shall we just… Never get back? Stay here forever?“

“It will get cold soon. It won’t be very comfortable. “

“Oh, I know that. But as an idea. “

“Ah, yes. It would be a dream if this moment could go on and on and on. “

She was silent for a while, staring at the lake. Her voice was almost astral when she said: “And we can do that, Jason. “

“Huh? What do you mean? “

“Marry me. Make me yours. Be my strict, benevolent husband. Guide me on the path to delight.“

The thought was charming indeed. There was a humming of happy togetherness in the air, and the cloud of separation hung over us. What if we could just remove that cloud, and be together forever?

It was also completely impossible, of course. We were barely 18 years old and still in school. Our parents would object. There was no money, no house. Heck we didn’t have any idea how to run a household anyway.

I told her so.

She whiffed me away: “All of that is just situational. Situations can be changed. The real question is, do you want to make me yours? I certainly desire to be yours. We are both 18 now, legal adults. We don’t need our parents' consent anymore. “

I scratched my chin. She was right, of course. Maybe this crazy idea of hers wasn’t as crazy as I thought.

“And when you say you want to be my wife, you mean… Like Marcy is Howard’s wife, right? “

“Of course. I have smelled the wild flowers, and I never want to get rid of them again. I want to grow them, and I want to grow them together with you. I don’t just want to belong to you, I want you to own me. “

The wall of problems facing us on that path still loomed big in my head, but there was no way I could deny the immense attraction of the idea. And it wasn’t even my own! My beautiful girlfriend, my sweet little bar of candy, this petite creature who ruled my dreams was enticing me to take her down into a marriage of slavery, seducing me to take her reins and gallop her off into debauchery and submission.

I said: “But how about that incident at Howard’s place? When you made me leave with you? A girlfriend can do that… but a wife can’t.”

“It was so wrong of me to do that. I am so sorry for it, I really deeply regret it. I was completely out of line… But I told you, the shock of the events just overwhelmed me. I panicked, I had an instant urge to get away from it all. I still cannot believe that you didn’t overrule me, **** me to stay. ..”

“You were so furious, so offended, so determined… There was no way I couldn’t give my sweetheart what she wanted. “

“It was only a facade, don’t you see that? A huge portion of me didn’t want to rebel at all, she just wanted to obey, and yes, that included sucking your uncle's cock if that is what you wanted me to do. All the anger and resistance was on the surface, my core didn’t agree to it at all. “

She shrugged her shoulders and continued: “And it was the surface that won. Heck, I think I still deserve to be disciplined for that. It will help me to learn to re-organize my priorities. My core should have won there. The rapture of obedience and submission and pleasing should always win. “

“You want even more discipline? How is your pussy doing? “

“It still burns, but it has subsided somewhat. It isn’t as all encompassing anymore, almost fading into the background now and then. But it doesn’t leave me, and whenever I feel it, I cherish the sweet memory of torturing myself last night, simply because my man told me so. “

My hand slid between her thighs again. She flinched when I touched her, but she didn’t attempt to parry me. I stroked her tender, swollen flesh.

“Please, Jason… I am really tired. And it is still sore. “

“If I had heard that, which I didn’t, I would tell you that your pussy is mine now, and that it isn’t up to you. That I can play with my pussy whenever I want, when it is jubilant and excited, or when it is sore and tired. “

She murmured: “Yes, sir… you are right, of course. Use my body as if it is your own. “

I smiled broadly, augmenting my hold on her nether lips. I loved to see her flich a bit, and said: “You are amazing, Emily. I love you so much for this gift you are offering me. “

She didn’t reply, but she heaved heavily when my fingers explored her hypersensitized pussy.

I collected a fresh set of courage and said: “Sit up when I am playing my pussy, slut. “

There didn’t seem to be any conscious thought involved, she just straightened her back and sat up. My confidence paid out triple on my courage stake.

“Now put your hands behind your back, and hold your left wrist in your right hand. Don’t let go. “

She complied without question. I shoved closer to her and bent over, until the tip of our noses almost touched, and said: “Now look me in the eye, honey pie. And don’t look away. “

Our eyes were mere inches apart. My fingers increased their effort. Her face twitched, and there was the beginning of a protest, but I just shushed her. She heaved heavier as the effect of my fondling fingers took hold. I watched in appreciation how her glance slowly changed from worried and anxious to excited and needy in super close up. Her mouth opened slightly and heaving gave way to moaning, but she kept looking in my eyes as the lust took hold of her body again, exactly as I had told her to. I worked her slowly and gently, so as not to disturb the delicious, gradual change in her expression. She only winced once, casting down her eyes, but she immediately realized her error, and looked back into my eyes.

New elements blended into her expression. Weakness, helplessness. I was playing her to yet another climax, and she didn’t have the will or the power to resist me. She didn’t really want to resist me.

Her orgasm wasn’t wild or extravagant, yet unmistakable. It rippled through her body like a breeze. I could feel the trembling of her limbs, the shame of being watched in her weakest moment, even when she realized that she should never be ashamed towards her man. Her neck bent forward and she broke eye contact for a second. I needed a sharp command to make her restore it, just in time for the final change in her expression, to satisfaction, resignation, and submission. Her face had changed further, now expressing gratitude, fulfillment, and relaxation.

“Good girl. “

I knew these words had almost become a cliché in BDSM land, yet I meant them to their full original extent. “You can let go. “

Her back immediately sagged, and she put her head on my shoulder, almost forcing me to embrace her or she would fall. I didn’t mind. I wanted my girl in my arms, and I didn’t give a shit about Howard ‘s rules about rehornifying immediately post-orgasm. I was proud of her, happy with her, and I wanted to hold on to this precious gem as close as I could. She wasn’t walking down the submissive road, she was running it… and she had allowed me to guide her. Life couldn’t be better.