Your cock is beautiful – 29

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-29 Continues…..

I sank forwards, letting myself collapse beside her. She pressed her head against my chest and inhaled shakily through her mouth, not saying a word.

She was in a trance of her own. Using only my cock I’d made her submit to me, helped her find that state of mind that she craved, driving every worried thought and stress from her head and replacing it with pure physical sensation.

For a while we just lay there, breathing heavily and trying to recover. The air was thick with the smell of sex, and I found it oddly pleasing. The smell of her sweat, of her hair, of her womanhood. It reminded me of her in a very visceral way. I pressed my nose against her head and inhaled deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me, gently running my fingers into her hair.

I felt myself drifting off when she suddenly let out a sob, and I realized she was coming down from her submissive high. She started to cry, and all I could think to do was hold her. I comforted her, after being the one to hurt her in the first place, the contrast of these actions still confusing me on some level.

“Good girl.” I whispered, kissing her head.

Her breathing slowly settled and I felt her relax completely against my body. I closed my eyes and just held her. Her breathing was labored and she’d still sob occasionally, but I knew she’d be asleep soon. She always got tired after being dominated.

Using the last dregs of my conscious effort, I leaned over and set my alarm for one hour away, flicked off my lamp, and fell into a deep and restful sleep.

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I blinked, and suddenly the harsh blare of my alarm was waking me an hour later.

I quickly reached over Mia to shut it off, realizing we’d drifted apart in our sleep, and now she had her back to me.

I lay back and closed my eyes, then forced myself to open them again, yawning loudly. My thoughts were slow and wandering, as if I was still dreaming. It was so tempting just to ignore everything and keep sleeping. I sighed and sat up, struggling back to full consciousness. Moving made me realize that my cock still had that strange, tired pain. I hoped I hadn’t accidentally broken it, or something.

Mia had woken up too, and had turned to face me.

“Hey.” I said.

“Hey.” she said quietly.

She was just watching me.

“Are you… alright?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

She nodded, but her expression was still serious. She had turned towards me, but seemed to shrink away.

“Come here.” I said impulsively.

I reached out to her shoulder and guided her into my arms. I’d forgotten for a second that I’d accidentally managed to Dominate her, losing control of myself in the process.

“Do you feel ok?” I asked, as she let her body rest against mine. “I was… pretty hard on you.”

“Pretty hard on me.” she echoed, smiling.

We both laughed quietly at her immature pun.

“I’m fine.” she answered. “I mean, I’m kind of thirsty… and my pussy feels like a train drove through it, but apart from that…”

I laughed again. Her smile faded into a look of awe.

“I’ve never seen you like that.” she said quietly.

“I’ve never felt like that.” I admitted. “That…uh, that fourth one…”

I remembered the wild, animal ferocity I’d attacked her with, just pinning her and using her body to abate my lust, the mind-numbing level of Dominance I’d managed to reach.

“Jesus…” I swore quietly, amazed at how intense it had felt.

“Yeah it was… pretty incredible…” she sighed, a wistful smile on her face.

I couldn’t believe she was smiling. Thinking back, I realized how dangerous that had been. I’d covered her mouth and pinned her down. If she’d wanted to stop, she had no way of telling me. Would I even have noticed if she’d tried to struggle? I doubted it. I’d have to be more careful with that in future. I’d never expected to come close to losing myself, but now that I knew it was a possibility, I’d be ready for it.

I had to be able to control myself at all times. Despite my complicated feelings for Mia, I would never do something to her against her will. Even the most brutal and violent of our sessions had come with her consent, and they always would. Except for that one time with the belt…

I remembered the first time I truly lost control with her and sighed, feeling the shame wash over me. I really had to get my shit together, this wouldn’t work otherwise. I couldn’t help but think I’d gotten incredibly lucky. If she’d been anyone else, some other woman, she may have wanted to stop but been unable to. She might have ended up a victim.

But not Mia. Lucky for the both of us.

“I’m sorry for crying.” Mia said, derailing my train of thought. “It’s stupid, it just feels kind of… overwhelming sometimes.”

Jesus. I’m worried about almost raping her, and she’s sorry that she cried about it?

“It’s alright.” I said lightly, stroking her hair.

She sighed with frustration.

“It’s not alright, it’s stupid.” She said, “I’m 18 years old and I can’t even have sex without blubbering all over myself and… clinging to you like a child. It’s pathetic and-“

“Calm down.” I interrupted sternly.

My sudden gravity startled her. She looked so vulnerable.

“Look, sex can be… emotional.” I explained gently, “Especially sex like that. Afterwards, it’s understandable if you need to… release some of that emotion. And it’s… ok.”

I wasn’t explaining this very well.

“It’s just… ok.” I repeated, my voice more firm, “Given everything I do to you, I don’t mind cuddling with you afterwards. Just cry if you need to, in future. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks.” she almost whispered.

She went quiet for a few seconds.

“I still can’t believe you licked my pussy.” she said, as if she’d just remembered it.

I laughed gently. She rested her head against my chest and I started to stroke her hair again. I felt the pull of sleep sapping away my concentration.

“Hey… can we talk?” she asked.

“About what?” I sighed.

“A few things, actually.” she said nervously, “I thought about a lot of things while I was away… well, actually I thought about you a lot while I was away…and I sort of… realized a few things.”

“Like that I might like to have my balls licked?” I asked, remembering what she’d said before she tried it out.

She laughed lightly.

“Yeah, that was one of the things.” she said, “But there were a few things that I… I mean, it’s kind of hard to… to verbalize… and I guess…”

“Just talk.” I said sternly. It was getting harder to resist sleep, and I didn’t have a problem with listening to her, but I wouldn’t sit and endure her dancing around it. “Just say what you want to say.”

“Ok… well, one thing I realized is that I really like calling you ‘Sir’.” she said, “I know it’s weird, but it just feels right, you know? Like, that’s how I think of you now. When I’m thinking about you, it’s like… ‘I wonder what She’s doing right now.’ or, ‘I wonder if Sir would like to see me in this dress.’ It just feels right…”

I didn’t respond to this, although it was good to hear.

“And I like how you smell.” she said, kissing my chest lightly, “You smell like… well, like sweat, but it reminds me of sex. You smell like fucking. Is that weird?”

That made me smile, because I remembered that I’d been thinking much the same thing about her right before I fell asleep.

“S’not that weird.” I said, stifling another yawn. “What else?”

I was curious about a lot of this stuff, about how our relationship was affecting her. She seemed to be mostly happy, but I couldn’t really be sure. Not that her happiness had ever been my first priority.

“Uh, I think there were a few more things. Let me think.” she said, her tone more serious.

I gave her a second, trying not to fall asleep. I was so relaxed, so comfortable.

“I like it when you call me sweetheart.” she said, tracing circles against my chest with her fingertip, “I mean, I’m pretty sure you’re being condescending most of the time, but I still like it.”

I just kept stroking her hair with a gentle rhythm. It was so hard to stay awake at this point, and her hair was so soft and warm. I wanted to just drift off again.

But there was something in her voice that I didn’t like. This was going somewhere, I felt. One of her little revelations wasn’t going to be something I’d want to hear. Or maybe something she didn’t want to say.

I didn’t know where the knowledge came from, but I was suddenly sure of it. She was hiding something.

“What else?” I said.

“Um…I like when you…when you pet my hair like this.” she said nervously, “But I also like it when you try to yank it out of my scalp, so…”

I stopped petting her. That sounded like something she’d just thought of on the spot. She was avoiding something, and I didn’t like it.

“What else?” I said, looking down at her.

She avoided my eyes.

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