Submission

Learning My Place

I wake up in a dark room. My wrists and ankles are chained to the wall behind me, keeping me from leaving. I strain against the chains, but I'm given no slack, and I'm held firmly to the wall. I can't move my limbs at all. I wonder who would do this to me. Who ever it was didn't hurt me at all while I was unconscious. I don't see anything in the dim room that could be used to hurt me, so I relax slightly.

I'm staring at the floor in silence when I hear the creak of a door. I slowly lift my head to see who I'm dealing with. But, the dim light doesn't allow me. I only see a silhouette approach me. The figure stops in front of me and I feel his eyes piercing my skin. I don't need to see him to know he's staring at me.

"Do you know who I am?" the figure asks.

I hesitate, trying to place his voice. Suddenly, the realization hits me like a speeding bullet.

"James?" I ask quietly.

The figure says nothing, just stands there, staring into my eyes. He moves his face closer to mine and I finally see him. The face of my ex. I was right. I sigh in defeat and hang my head.

"Look at me," he says in a commanding tone.

I just close my eyes.

"I said look at me," he growls.

I lift my head only slightly and look up at him. He uses his hand to gently lift my chin and looks right into my eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers.

Without another second of hesitation, he presses his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. He pulls my head closer and explores my mouth with his tongue. I breathe in deeply, the sensation of his familiar scent giving me a warm feeling. His hands move down to my thighs and I realize that I'm in nothing but my bra and panties. I don't care, though. I feel him move his hands back up to my spine and he unlatches my bra strap, revealing my bare breasts.

He moves away from my mouth and starts kissing my neck as he squeezes my boobs. I breathe heavily with pleasure. He moves from my neck down to my chest and sucks on one of my tits. He moves one of his hands down to my crotch, gently caressing me. He slowly moves his fingers between my legs and starts rubbing my wet panties.

"I knew you would like this," he says with a smirk of amusement. "Look how wet you are already."

He continues rubbing my panties, making me breathe heavily. Then, without warning, he grabs my crotch roughly, making me gasp in shock and pleasure. In one motion, he rips my panties off and drops them to the floor. He stops and stares at my soaking wet pussy with a sly smile on his face.

"How badly do you want me to make you cum?" he asks.

"More than anything in the world right now," I reply without any hesitation.

"Maybe I will, but you'll have to earn it," his voice becomes low and intimidating as he speaks.

"How do you want me to earn it?" I ask in a pleading voice.

"I have a few ideas," he answers with an evil smile. "Close your eyes."

I obey. I hear him unzip his jeans slowly.

"You can look now," he says in a matter-of-fact tone.

I open my eyes and look down to see a seven and half inch boner staring me in the face. Without even realizing it, I lick my lips at the sight.

"You looked hungry," he comments. "Now, I'm gonna unlock your chains and you're not gonna try to run. Do you understand me?" he demands.

I nod and he pulls a key out of his pocket and unlocks my chains. I massage my sore wrists as he puts the key away.

"Kneel," he commands.

"What?" I reply. I'm confused. He knows I'm not the kind of person who gets on her knees.

However, I don't have time to think about it before he gives me a hard smack to the face.

"Kneel, now," he orders in his low intimidating tone.

I finally see what he's doing. He's exerting his power over me by making me submit to him completely. But, I like this alpha male act he's going for right now. My eyes move back down to his boner and all the fear and doubts fade as I get on my knees. I start to move my head forward, but he stops me.

"I didn't tell you to do anything yet," he growls as he pulls back my head aggressively.

His aggression and rough treatment are turning me on. I'm not used to following orders and being treated like a bitch, but I love it. In the past, I was never the type of person who just rolled over for people. I was defiant and oppositional when ever I was told to do something. But, somehow, this boy is able to literally bring me to my knees with almost no effort.

I wait impatiently for him to let me taste his seven and a half inches, but he teases me by slowly pushing my head down and pulling me back just as I'm about to lick the head. At some point, I get annoyed and push forward myself, which is quickly met with another few hard smacks to the face. He teases some more, making me whine in annoyance. He chuckles a bit.

"It's okay, you'll get it eventually," he reassures me.

Just when I think all he's going to do is tease me, he shoves my head down on his cock, thrusting into my throat. I fight my gag reflex as best I can as he thrusts all seven and a half inches down my throat. I feel tears well up in my eyes as the degradation continues and the lack of air to my lungs causes me to choke.

He finally pulls out of my throat, giving me a chance my breath. I breathe rapidly, savoring the rise and fall of my chest as the oxygen fills my lungs. He looks down at me, not quite satisfied yet.

"Make me cum," he orders.

I'm still trying to catch my breath, so I don't start immediately. He notices that I still need time to breathe, but tells me to hurry up. I take an extra ten seconds to make sure I won't suffocate when I take his cock down my throat again.

Finally, I move forward, bobbing my head up and down his hard dick, making him groan with pleasure. His groans turn me on and motivate me to work myself harder for him. I take seven inches down my throat on my own, holding his cock in my windpipe. I don't allow myself to breathe until he pulls his cock out himself out of fear of me asphyxiating myself. Almost immediately, I force him down my throat again, sucking hard and licking his shaft. He groans loudly and I feel him explode in my mouth.

"Swallow it, bitch," he demands, voice shaky like he's out of breath.

I obey, feeling the warm liquid slide down my throat. I open to my mouth to show him.

"Good girl," he whispers softly and gently nibbles my ear.

His words and his voice are almost enough to put me over the edge. I press my cheek against his, feeling its warmth. He zips his jeans and sits down on the floor beside me. I crawl into his lap, curling up into a ball. He holds me tenderly as he gently pets my hair. I feel his hot breath on my ear and neck. I feel an odd mixture of emotions. On one side, I feel defeated and degraded by him. But, on the other, I feel a sense of protection and care that seems so much stronger than the humiliation I had just endured. All the fears I had before gradually fade away, only to be replaced by the soft kisses to my neck from James.

I lost this once and I don't ever want to lose it again. I want this to last forever.