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“Remember, this isn’t about control. It’s about trust and surrender,” she reminds me. “All that I give to you, you must give to me too.”
“It’s yours. I’d give you anything. I’d burn the world down for you.”
“I don’t need you to burn the world down for me. I just need you to hand me the match.”
I don’t know who moves first, whosurrendersas she says, but our lips are crashing together before I’ve made a conscious effort to move.
As our tongues dance and our bodies move in sync, I realise that this is where I truly belong. In her arms, on my knees, I don’t care, so long as I’m submitting to her desires. I want to give her everything, to be her own personal demon, to devour her night and day. And even if she won’t let me kill her enemies for her, I can at least line up the bodies before and after.
Odile laughs softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement and desire. “You need to learn to surrender, Axel. Not just with your body, but with your mind and your soul.”
I nod, still entranced by her lips, her touch. “I am yours, body and soul. I surrender to you completely.”
She smiles, an indulgent grin spreading across her face like she doesn’t quite believe me, but I’ll prove it to her. I need to show her I didn’t mean the words I uttered in anger yesterday. “What do you say, do you want to start with a little discipline?”
I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Discipline? Like a punishment?”
She raises an eyebrow, her eyes dark with mischief. “Like a punishment. But don’t worry, it won’t be too harsh. You have so much to learn.”
I take a deep breath, my pulse racing as I prepare for this new lesson. “Very well, I’ll accept your punishment.”
She smirks, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Good. I think a session of giving without receiving would be a good start.”
It’s hard to hide my grin. Laughable. I was tortured by my father growing up, there’s nothing this woman could do to me that would even come close. Allowing me togiveto her without getting anything in return is how I long to spend the rest of my days. She really doesn’t know me that well if she thinks it’s going to be a punishment for me.
I grip the edge of her underwear and slide it down her silken thighs, baring her to me completely and licking my lips. I can’t drag my eyes away from her glistening sex. It’s like a chest full of treasure inviting me to pillage and plunder.
“Use your mouth for something other than talking,” she instructs, lying back on the desk once more.
I don’t need telling twice.
Leaning in, burying my head between her thighs, I take one long inhale of her scent. The effect is dizzying, hypnotic.
My tongue darts out, tracing the delicate folds of her flesh, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. I savour the taste, the velvety texture, the pure essence of her desire. Never before has anything felt so right. I lose myself in it, in her. Her taste is intoxicating
Lavishing over her with my tongue, I tease, lap, and probe. She moans softly, her movements restless beneath me. With each stroke of my tongue, her moans grow louder and longer, and her back arches, her hips bucking against my mouth.
I take another inhale, savouring the divine aroma of her. It’s like a drug, making me crave more, pushing me to explore every inch of her.
I’m getting lost in this, in her, my mind and my heart wholly absorbed by her desire. The intensity within me builds, filling me with a hunger that matches hers.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, flicking it gently, then more firmly, sensing her growing closer, the tension in her muscles, the rapid rise and fall of her breath.
I ease off, wanting this to last.
“Oh, Axel,” she whimpers. “You’re making me crazy. Please, faster... harder. Don’t stop!”
I let my hands glide up her thighs, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine. It’s a connection that goes beyond the physical. I’m not just tasting her, I’m consuming the very essence of her soul.
Odile’s hands find their way into my hair, her fingers gently tugging, guiding my mouth farther into her. Her body arches, and her hips press harder against my face, as if she’s trying to pull me even deeper into her. And I’m more than happy to oblige.
The combination of her taste, the tactile sensation of her skin, and the knowledge that I’m giving her pleasure is overwhelming. Her sounds of satisfaction fuel my desire to please her even more.
Time seems to stand still as I continue to explore her, relishing every last inch of her. The more I give her, the more I crave. This is a submissive act, yes, but one that only heightens my sense of power. I can give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants it, and that’s the power she doesn’t see that I have.
As I continue to pleasure her, Odile’s breaths become shorter, more snatched. Her moans are louder and more frantic. Her whole body trembles, and I can feel the heat radiating from her, signalling her imminent climax.
I take this as my cue to change tactics once more, focusing my attention on her clit with renewed intensity. My tongue dances around it, flicking and stroking, teasing her to the edge. I want to draw this out, make it last as long as possible, even as she growls obscenities at me for it. I want her to feel everysecond of her release, every wave of pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave.
