Christian the Submissive

Note: This story includes sex themes, cussing and violence. If you are below 18, don't take risk of reading this. And oh, you might observe wrong grammars and terms that are not suitable on a specific sentence. Bare with me because this is my first time to write a fan fiction and my grammar sucks..

Another hot Saturday welcomes me. The sun lusters brightly on the powdery blue skies. Thick and thin clouds fluctuate simultaneously. Some were forming various shapes and figures. I am at Mrs. Lincoln's backyard trenching some soil with a rusty plow. I'm working a landscape to earn more money. She is a good friend to my foster mother, Grace. She is utterly alluring despite of her age. She's tall, elegant, sexy, and has a regal platinum blonde hair that extends upto her shoulders. I really love working here despite of the tiresome chore because me and Elena are doing some extraordinary things that I never thought would happen to me. She makes my teenage life exciting. She makes me see the world differently.

Tiny droplets stroll down my face and body. I have been working all day now. I drop the plow on the ground and arch my back. This work is exhausting. But nevermind. I will receive my reward afterwards anyway. Groping for my face towel on my nape, I damp it repeatedly to my face down to my neck. I pant breathlessly. My whole shirt was covered with sweat.

"I guess that would be all for now, Christian. Thank you so much." a soft, melodic voice breaks my reverie.

I look over my shoulders and saw Elena leaning on the door frame with arms cross. She's wearing black corset with busk fastening at the front. Shit. She's so fucking hot. I feel my manhood bolt upright. Okay, Christian. It's playtime. Lascivious smile reluctantly emanate across my lips. This should be really good. Elena held out her hand.

"Come." she cooed. I can't say no to her.

I willingly oblige, pacing briskly towards her and takes her hand. We went inside and into her bedroom. I feel like a fucking kid getting a sweet delicious candies as a reward for behaving well.

She squeeze my knuckles firmly in anticipation. I know. I can't wait either. After a long day of work, I need to relish a bit somehow. And I know Elena can do that. She quickly twist the door knob open and drag herself inside. I followed her after.

Thick walls covered with white paint surrounds the entire room. Different sex position paintings hang on the wall. I inhale sharply. Ah, that sweet, welcoming odor of vanilla that always give me a euphoric effect. Several cuffs attach to a bar suspended in the air. She never let me to experience being cuff in there. I wonder what effect it will bring to me.

Elena lean over to me, her hands caressing my elbow. I breathe inwardly, savoring all of her caresses. I stand still as my eyes meet hers. She droops my face towards mine and claim my mouth. I stiffen. Never touch your domme unless she said so. I remind myself.

The moment she bit my lip, I groan under my breath and she swiftly slip her tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues lap one another. I would always love this. It is so therapeutic for me. She helps me focus my energies in school, curbs my drinking and most especially my violent tendencies.

She clutch the base of my neck with her right hand. The other on my wrist. This is going intense. Fuck. I wonder what positions she want me to do this time? I can't harldy wait for fuck's sake. She pin my head closer to hers, sucking my tongue and upper lip. I feel my cock twitch. Fuck! Now I'm fucking hot to trot. She cleave away fleetly and scurries over her closet.

"Stand still." she apt as she was looking for something.

"Yes, miss." whatever that damn thing she's looking for, I am so sure that it has something to do with pleasure - pain sensation.