Submission
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There it was again... that strange look in his eyes. She'd seen it before, just for a second or so. She had never had time to figure it out before he used to smile and chase it away. But not this time. He watched her calmly, his eyes fixed on her. She squirmed a bit under him, feeling a touch of unease.

"No" she thought... not unease. She never felt that when being with him. He was the one that had put faith back in her mind. She could trust him. It had been long since she trusted a man and she was very happy that he had helped her chase the bad spirits away. She bit her lip and dropped her eyes to watch his mouth as he leaned closer. His lips parted and she smiled.

This was why she had developed trust for him. He never demanded anything from her. These moments of snuggling and kissing could be enough for him too. Feeling close and intimate without having any kind of expectations hovering above her. Just kissing... being close... it was wonderful. And his kisses were good too (such a nice bonus)! Her lips parted to meet the kiss while her chest was heaving just a bit in anticipation.

It was just that he didn't kiss her. He stopped short so that his lips just touched hers lightly, brushing them very lightly against hers. "Oh you tease", she thought and smiled bigger. She wiggled just a bit to feel his chest rub against hers through the fabric of her shirt and she purred happily. She raised herself up a bit, trying meet his lips and receive that kiss.

But he still wouldn't kiss her... only tease. He matched her movements and kept his distance. She moved back and looked at him. She put on a slight pout and a disappointed "You meanie"-look. Usually he would fall for that and let her have her way.

But not this time. He still had that look on his face and she dropped the pout. Something in his eyes told her it wasn't going to work.

"Well OK" she thought, "if you won't give it...", she would just have to take it. She lifted her head more to take the kiss. But he pulled away from her again. She let out a slight groan. She wanted that kiss now and it frustrated her that he wouldn't give it to her. He just kept up that swirling teasing, brushing his lips against hers and letting the tip of his tongue help. He was giving her a taste of what the deep warm kiss would be like while denying her the full pleasure of it. She tried again... and he pulled away. She let her head fell back on the pillow and looked up at him. He was still watching her and she felt a bit lost. She didn't know what to do.

That's when he leaned down and claimed her lips in a deep warm kiss, letting his tongue caress hers in that special way she enjoyed so much. Having had to wait for it just made it so much better. She moaned a bit into the kiss and closed her eyes to take in all the sweet sensations it. She pressed his body against his and her breathing was picking up.

Then he broke it! His head moved back so that only the tip of his tongue was resting against hers. She groaned in true disappointment from having had that sweet kiss taken from her. She tried to retake it but he held back once more. She opened her eyes and looked at him, puzzled and frustrated. He was still looking at her in that way. It was like he was examining her reactions.

Something was happening to her. She couldn't say what it was but the whole scene was getting to her in a way she didn't recognize. She wasn't given any time to think about it as the teasing continued. And soon she found herself chasing the kisses like someone had waved a piece of meat in front of a hungry dog. He was playing with her hunger for those kisses.

A whimper escaped her lips. It was clear that he heard it because he slowed down and looked into her eyes. It struck her that she couldn't see what he was feeling. Usually she was the one that knew how to read people and sense their mood. But his eyes were like deep black pools and revealed nothing but a controlled calm. She also knew that her whole body was giving out every detail of her hunger and it made her feel naked and exposed. Not literally but her soul was being bared this way... and what really puzzled her was that she wasn't feeling the least bit discomfort about it. There were no words for it... just this new feeling she had never felt before.

Finally he kissed her again. A deep hungry kiss that he just took like it was his to take. In her hunger she immediatly accepted the kiss and tried to take as much of it as possible. She was breathing deep and ragged against his lips and her body seemed to live a life of its own under him.

Then in the middle of the kiss her head was pulled back hard. She hadn't noticed his hand moving into her hair. But now she found herself arched back in a firm powerful grip and she gasped. Being thrown from the warm pleasure of the kiss to being trapped like that stirred her violently. She felt a sting of fear rush through her and she tensed. But as he his warm lips made contact with her exposed throat she relaxed again. Feeling sweet nipping kisses being placed on her taut skin made her coo softly. She felt him letting the tip of his tongue slide gently over her windpipe and she closed her eyes. A moan from deep inside her was heard. It didn't even sound like her own voice.

She tried in vain to get a grip of the situation. She was usually a rational and thinking person. But the violent throws of emotions with her being bounced between frustration and pleasure clouded her mind. One part of her rationally understood that she was trapped under a man who held her in tight grip. But it confused her immensly that she didn't bolt from this. Despite the potentially threatening situation she felt... safe.

She was panting and the breath over her lips had dried them so she wet them with her tongue. His teasing mouth had reached her chin and the grip lightened, allowing her to move her head to meet his lips. And once more she would be denied of those kisses she craved so badly. She whimpered pleadingly but he still didn't budge. And those eyes... he was still watching her. He was still calm. It was in sharp contrast against her own behaviour which gave away every detail of her hunger. She wanted those kisses but she felt that he was the one controlling them.

He leaned back a bit more. Sliding down on his side a bit. He was still watching... and an amused smile came accross his lips. That ticked her off. He was toying with her... making her hungry only to keep those kisses from her... and now he was having *fun* at her expense?! "You bastard..." she thought as his smile grew wider. She decided to take those kisses from him. She was going to pull him down to her. Her arm left the covers to grab his neck...

But she never got that far. His hand moved very fast. It was like he had been expecting that. Her wrist landed in his hand which immediatly took a firm hold. Her anger turned to shocked surprise as his smile disapeared. He mounted above her again and his other hand firmly grabbed her free wrist. Then very calmly he moved his hands down, pinning her with her hands on each side of her head. Her attempt to regain control had completely failed.

His eyes left hers, looking towards his left hand. She couldn't resist but to follow. Her gaze followed his arm down to his hand... and the sight made her gasp. She saw her own wrist trapped in a gentle but firm grip, pressed down against the sheets. Her breath picked up and she whimpered again as her hand closed to a fist, trying in vain to move her arms. The whimpers and pants became more urgent as she found that he wasn't moving. She was caught in his grip.

A hush made her return her gaze to his eyes. There was a slight smile in his lips again. It was a warm smile that made her stop struggling. She lay still, her chest heaving and she had to wet her lips again. The whole situation made her feel that strange emotion so very strong. It told her something she couldn't understand. It told her to stop struggling. That she was safe. That everything was allright.

But a small part of her soul revolted against this. This wasn't her... laying in a bed with a man on top of her... trapping her... holding her down?! This just added to the confusion. One part said "Let him do this".. the other said "Break free!". And what concerned her was that the other part was losing the battle.

He just leaned down to her and kissed her again. A deep warm kiss. The sensations from it quickly ended the struggle and she moaned softly against his lips, giving him the kiss. Ooooh that sweet kiss... her hunger reminded her of its presence and she tried to take in more of it. All her thoughts flew and all she could think of was the kiss. When he lifted his head again she whimpered and tried desperately to hold on to the kiss. Even when he was just of reach she tried to lift her head to get just a bit more of it but his grip on her kept her from reaching it.

He let go of one of her wrists and let his palm rest on her throat. She felt it and looked into his eyes... her whimpers faded. A low and calm whisper... "No..." and she obeyed. She let her head rest against her pillow.

She became aware that her wrist was free. She wanted to reach up to him and slowly tried to lift the wrist. She was looking into his eyes, like she was asking permission to lift it. He looked at the wrist... seeing it being lifted. Moving his eyes back to hers he shook his head slowly. She drew in breath and quickly let her hand fall back.

She felt that she obeyed without question... just like that. She didn't know what to make of anything anymore. When he leaned down to tease her lips again she just sort of gave up. Her otherwise good reasoning was no match to her emotions running wild. Frustration... lust... and that new one she just couldn't understand... the one that allowed him to play with her like that.

He kissed her deeply again. She closed her eyes and tried to take as much of it as she could. He kept it up longer than before and she prayed that he would do more. She wanted that now. She hoped that he would go further... and do something... anything to her.

But he cruely broke the kiss again... that teasing tip of his tounge brushed across hers again.

"Oh please!" The plea was clear. It surprised her. She couldn't have stopped herself from begging like that... even if she'd have been aware....

He had heard her and asked her in a calm low voice: "Please what?"

She got a feeling as if she had somehow stepped out of bounds. He was in control... not her. She stuttered a bit... trying to find words...

He took hold of her chin.

"Please what?"

The question was firmer. She swallowed.

"Please, I need you... please..."

Her voice cracked... but her eyes were still begging him. He looked at her for a few seconds more. His hand left her chin and moved down. She lay still... waiting for his response.

It came as his he slid inside her. She could feel his hardness enter her and she arched up against him, a moan of surprise and pleasure came from deep within. He took her hands in his, fingers entwining as her pressed her hands down again.

This shattered all of her remaining resistance. She lost herself completely to his control and the pleasure. He took her with the same controlled calm he had been exhibiting all this time. As her breaths and moans had signaled her release he let go of her hands and pulled her close. She nustled her face against her neck and her body shuddered violently against his. Her moans turned into small sobs and she clinged desperately to him. Never before had she been more naked to anyone.

"Ssssshhh... easy my love... easy... ssssssshhh".

Long soft hushes wrapped themselves like silk around her poor naked soul. He calmed her. Kissing her face and caressing her hair softly.

"I'm here for you my love... I'm here..." he crooned. She looked into his eyes... her own blurry from a few tears. She recognized a warm loving smile. It made her relax in his arms letting out a long deep sigh.

He turned over and pulled her close, letting her rest her head on his chest. Her eyes were open but her gaze was somewhere else, not focusing on anything. He could see she was thinking... pondering... trying to analyze and understand.

"Is there something you wish to ask me?" he asked.

She pulled in air and let it out in a sigh.

"You did something to me..."

"What did I do?"

"You made me feel something."

His fingers reached her chin and lifted her gaze to his.

"What did you feel?"

She looked at him for a second and then layed her head down on his chest again.

"I... can't put words to it. It was like... I was being owned. Like you owned and controlled me. It was so strong... you could have asked anything from me" ...her voice faded... "just about anything..."

He just nodded slowly... "I know" he said...

She just lay still, waiting for the rest of the answer.

"That emotion, my love... was submission."