Serving Mr. Serrano

Release

You know what it's like, don't you?

That incredible moment before an earth-shattering, toe-curling orgasm, when you're right on the edge and you would literally do and say anything to come? When every muscle in your body is pulled taut with anticipation, your breath laboured and shallow; when you couldn't even breathe because of the overwhelming sensations rushing through you?

Well, that was where I was now.

I'd been on the edge for the past two hours, and no matter how many times I begged and pleaded and bargained, Dominic wouldn't let me come.

I'm frustrated and I wanted to curse and swear at him until he'd get pissed enough to push me over the edge. But at the same time, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life. My entire body was trembling with the need to release, with the agonising pain of being denied time and time again, but it was a high I was happy to ride until Dominic ended it.

He pulled the vibrator out from my p***y, and I bit down on the sheets to keep from hurling insults at him. My trembling legs finally gave out beneath me and I collapsed on the bed with a soft grunt. A sharp strike to my ass - this time with the cane - has me raising it back up with a cry. My back arched, presenting my ass in the position he wanted it.

The mattress dipped as he moved, a loud thud as he threw the vibrator on the table he'd pulled to the side of the bed. He elicited a long, desperate moan from my throat when he finally slid his thick, long, hard c**k in my p***y, and I almost came right then.

The delicious pain that rushed through me at being stretched wider than I ever have only intensified my pleasure, and I had to fight to keep from having an orgasm. Mr. Serrano won't be happy with me if I disobey his rules, and who knew what the f**k he'd do to me then.

Rough fingers wrapped around the back of my head, pushing my face even further into the sheets, muffling the sound of my scream. He let up once he'd bottomed out, and I drew a deep breath before turning my head to the side to ease the strain on my neck. f**k, what I wouldn't give to see him right now.

But he wouldn't let me.

At least not yet.

Instead, he wanted to see me, watch me come undone before him while he teased and spanked and played with me.

And what a f*****g sight I must be right now.

My hair had been in a ponytail when I arrived, but I was certain my curls were sticking up at odd ends all over my head from being pulled and yanked so many times. My arms were bound behind my back by inches upon inches of hemp rope, and my eyes were covered by a thick, satin blindfold held in place with an expensive silk scarf. My entire body was trembling, my caramel skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat. My ass was on fire, the skin likely covered with welts from his hand, the flogger, the belt, the whip… and f**k, the cane. My n*****s were painful, burning from being pinched by the clamps tightened around them. I was breathing so hard, I almost couldn't hear the rush of blood in my ears. And my heart…

Shit, it had been racing from the moment I heard his voice over the phone, then again when I walked in here, and found him waiting for me with all the toys on the table, the belt hanging loosely from his grasp.

There were dark circles under his eyes, an exhausted air around him that made the barely contained hunger seem all the more dangerous. I might have missed the signs, but I was staring at him too intensely not to notice how he held himself. There'd also been deep creases in his brow, and the frequent clenching of that powerful jaw. He'd been abnormally calm for someone who obviously felt emotion so intensely all the time.

After I wrapped a hand around that monster between his legs, that tattooed hand had reached for the slender column of my neck and closed around it, the hold gentle. But it trembled with the overwhelming extent of his arousal.

His eyes had been feral, wild… and there was a manic glint to them that promised adequate compensation for our missed appointment. His breath was shallow and laboured, the vein in his temple pulsing rapidly as he glared down at me.

And so, curious and eager to serve, I had stuck my tongue out of my mouth, licked at the bead of precum leaking from the head. That was all it had taken to snap the leash, and he'd pushed into my mouth with a grunt that made my toes curl.

I had given control over to him, promised to wait until I couldn't push past my limits anymore to use the safe words we'd both agreed on. And thus had begun the next two hours of what was already the best f*****g s****l experience of my life.

If my moans weren't evidence enough, the wetness coating my thighs was a definite indication to how much I was enjoying every second of his sadistic ministrations.

"Fuuuuuuucccckkkk! Oh, my God. Oh, f**k, Dominic!"

I couldn't help but scream the words when he rammed his c**k into me again.

Once.

Twice…

Then he drove all the way in on the third thrust, pushing into me until the head of his c**k was crammed against my cervix, bringing with it a sweet, toe-curling pain that sent tingles all over my body. I almost collapsed on the mattress again, but he was holding me up by the hips, his short nails digging into the skin there, and I just knew he'd leave bruises. I was most likely already covered in them. He wrapped a large fist around the ponytail at my nape, yanking me back hard enough that my face isn't pushed up against the sheets anymore.

I thought this would be it.

This was when he'd pull out. This was when he'd deny me once again, just because he could.

He f****d me instead.

Long, deep strokes of that magnificent c**k, and I moaned out loud for him because I couldn't f*****g help it. He needed to know how great it felt to have him f**k me like this, to feel his shaft saw in and out of me with such precision. My eyes rolled back and my t**s bounced painfully on my chest, my p***y tightening in a silent plea for him to stay buried to the hilt inside me.

And when he pulled out again, I fell apart. My adamant determination to outlast his rage crumbling under his carefully calculated, beautifully executed thrusts.

"Mr. Serrano, please, please…"

He ignored me, and chose to tease my swollen c**t with the sensitive head of his c**k instead.

I shivered, and tried again. "Please, please, please. It hurts so… f*****g much."

I did not recognise my own voice. I sounded so defeated, so vulnerable. His growl of satisfaction rumbled in the room, and I sighed with relief when I heard the deep, smooth timbre of his voice.

"What hurts?"

"Every… Everything. Just please… I need… release."

He was quiet for a moment, but the hand still on my hip trailed up to roughly squeeze my t**s before he pulled me back, forcing me to arch my spine. The broad, hard muscles of his chest and abs pressed against my sweaty, bowed back, his lips brushing the fragile column of my neck delicately, his beard tickling my skin. There was a sharp, deep inhale, his tongue leisurely sweeping over the sensitive skin at the back of my neck. The attention sent warmth through my body, and I leaned into him, needing the soft, sweet touches just as much as I needed the hard, brutal strikes.

Slowly, he loosened the knot of the scarf behind my head, removing it from around the blindfold. Then, he pulled at the satin until I could see again. I blinked several times as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of the lights above us. My head was savagely yanked back further, until I could see his face.

Deep, soulful eyes skimmed over my face with both desire and concern, as if worried he may have pushed me too far, too soon. His dark eyebrows pulled together on his brow, full lips pressed to my forehead in a soothing kiss.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded, unable to look away from his gaze. My lack of words earned me a painful squeeze of my tit, a warning in case I forgot his first rule.

Use your words when you can.

"Yes, Mr. Serrano. I'm alright."

"Are you sure? Because I'm not quite done yet."

"I need to come."

"I know, pet," he soothed, kissing my temple.

"Please…"

He shifted back, helping me kneel on the mattress and began to untie the rope with skilled, practised fingers. I moaned my relief at being set free, and he captured one wrist to rub at the bruised skin with a gentleness contrary to his nature.

"You'll use your safe words if you need me to stop?" he checked, leaning over so he could see my face.

"I will, I promise."

He pulled back, and I leaned forward so I was on all fours. The air in my lungs escaped in a quiet gasp when he suddenly flipped me over onto my back, and spread my legs. He jerked me closer, fingers digging into my thighs, then held me down, filling me again. His hand slammed into the mattress beside my head, and he leaned in low enough that I could feel his breath on my face.

"You may touch me now. You've earned it."

I reached for his face first, running my hands through his hair, my eyes roaming over his features as if I was seeing him for the very first time. My hands slid down to his neck, his shoulders, tracing the intricate lines of his tattoos.

I didn't expect him to move then. He granted me several, deep thrusts that rock my body and caused stars to flash behind my eyelids. My mouth opened in a silent scream and my eyes rolled back from the intense pain and pleasure that rushed through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, silently encouraging. With one hand placed beside my head to balance his weight, and the other wrapped carefully around my neck, Mr. Serrano proceeded to f**k me.

Methodically.

Exquisitely.

My eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure, but the sudden, gentle tightening of his hand around my neck snapped my eyes wide open. With his teeth bared, clenched tightly together, he growled, in a gruff voice dripping with depraved intent and naked lust, "I want you to look at me. Look at me while I f**k you."

I felt like I was in some kind of sexually charged trance, because I did what he told me without a second of hesitation. I responded to his savage thrusts by lifting my hips eagerly, tightening with desperate need around him.

Dominic was relentless, almost merciless as he f****d me, driving all those gloriously hard inches of his magnificent c**k into my wetness. He glared down at me, his jaw clenched up tight as he used my body for his pleasure, and even though I knew this had nothing to do with me, that I was only here to relieve him of his stress, I loved it all the same. My toes curled and my back arched as he drove into me brutally, his thighs slapping against mine so loudly, it's all I could hear. That, and my own desperate, wanton moans; his brutish, hungry growls.

Impossibly, he f****d me even harder, and goddammit if that didn't have me screaming, my p***y gushing around his c**k with the best orgasm I've ever had in my life.

My vision blurred at the edges, and I'm so overwhelmed by the pure ecstasy rushing through my body that it goes numb… He released me to grab both my ankles and tossed them onto his shoulders so he was even deeper inside me.

Both hands now.

Around my neck.

Tightening as he rammed into me, his teeth bared and his eyes glowing with an almost barbaric carnality.

There's something captivating about it all, though. The sheer strength of those powerful, taut muscles, clenching tighter every time he drove into me, determined to crack me open and take whatever pleasures he could for himself. The beastial glare he was pinning me in place with, as if daring me to look away, daring me to deny him what little joy he'd found between my thighs. And there was something else there too, a hunger, a need, and a growing fury that made me think he may not be too pleased that I was the only person who could fulfil him the way he wanted. But neither of us could be certain of that. So all Mr. Serrano could do was f**k me to the best of his physical ability, for just one night.

I had no idea how long he'd been filling me like this. It could've been an eternity, and I still wouldn't want it to ever end.

But it had to.

Soon.

Otherwise he would hurt me very, very badly. Already, my skin was bruised from where he touched me, and my legs were trembling against him as c*m spurted from my ravenous p***y, coating both his thighs and mine. He kept forgetting to let me breathe, and I doubted I'd be able to walk for at least a few minutes after this.

But I knew he was close.

It was obvious in the way he moved, breathed and f****d, his eyes penetrating through mine as if he were trying to see into my soul. Still he thrusted, and though his need to release had him driving at a frantic pace, his technique was still sublimely dexterous, masterful.

Blunt, manicured nails dug into my skin while his shaft filled my hot, wet p***y in a frenzy and I could only whimper as my second orgasm had me flooding, squeezing, screaming. And finally...

Dominic came.

He came hard.

He growled and threw his head back in fervent, glorious release. He buried his face in my t**s while his hips moved of their own accord. His teeth nipped, bit and marked my flesh, tugging at the clamps, before he slowly, reluctantly pulled out of me.

Dominic sat back on his heels, leaning just far enough to admire his good work, and I looked up at him, marvelling.

He was sweating.

His hands were trembling, hair a mess on top of his head.

His face was flushed, his neck and chest and arms glistening with the sheen of sweat. His c**k was still hard between his thighs, the condom filled almost to the brim with his c*m. His lower lip caught between his teeth, he stared down at me in disbelief.

I saw a sick, twisted kind of gratification reflected in the dark blue of his eyes, just before he lowered his gaze between my legs.

"Satisfied?"

"I am, thank you," he said, getting up. I watched him walk away, disappearing into the bathroom to clean up and get rid of the condom. He came back just after I let curls loose, and I turned to look his way. He was still hard, and I licked my lips in hunger.

He poured us each a glass of water, watching me over the brim of his while I lifted mine to my lips with trembling hands. I watched him too, eyes roaming over the hard, chiselled curves and valleys of his body.

And what a body it was. A perfect specimen for the study of the classically beautiful male body. Every part of him was spectacularly made. Even his toes.

I should be exhausted after everything he'd done to me, but I wasshaking with anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what other things he could do with that monster between his legs.

"You've made good on your promise to not hold back," I said, handing him the empty glass. He took it, returned it to its place on the table by the door so they were both safely out of the way.

"I have," he admitted, looking down at me as if I were helpless prey just waiting to be devoured. He climbed back on the bed, grabbing my ankle and pulling me closer, then flipping me back over again.

"But I'm not quite done yet."

Not even close, it turned out.

After coaxing another orgasm out of me with his fingers, Dominic showed me what it meant to serve him.

By the time he was done, I could barely feel my legs and I had bruises from my neck down to my calves. But I enjoyed every second and revelled in everything he did to me.

After he was done wrecking me, he ran us a bath and washed me clean, then carefully applied ointment to the rope burns on my arms and the carpet burns on my knees. The handprints all around my neck, on my t**s, my waist and hips, my thighs and ankles. The hickeys on my collarbone, the nape of my neck, the arch of my back, the sensitive crease where my thighs met my p***y - where he'd insisted on marking me. The welts of all his toys on my ass, the back of my thighs.

He carefully ran his fingers over the swollen lips between my legs, watching my reaction through the mirror. He helped me dress, and I sat watching him while he slipped into his suit, and put his impenetrable mask back on. Mr. Serrano came to stand in front of me, looking down at me curiously. His thumb caressed my swollen lower lip, making me wince from the pain.

"I'm very proud of you, Eden. You endured more than anyone else ever has in my bed."

The praise warmed me, and I hoarsely whispered, "Thank you, Mr. Serrano."

He brushed a few loose curls behind my ear with that same tenderness as before, then kissed my forehead.

"It goes without saying that you can't tell anyone about what happened between us tonight."

I nodded. "I signed the NDA."

He nodded as well, reaching down to cup my face gently. His stare was as intense as I've ever seen it, as if he were trying to figure me out. It was not a look I got often, and I was not entirely sure I liked how it made me feel.

I was confident he'd say more, but he just kind of withdrew back into himself and handed me the handbag full of money. "Thank you, Eden. For allowing me… release."

"And did you manage to find a semblance of peace?"

"I did, yes. Though it wasn't just your p***y that did that."

Before I could ask him what he meant by that, he opened the bedroom door and nudged me towards the well-dressed man waiting in the sitting area of the suite. I recognised him from the other night, except this time his suit is a charcoal grey.

"Ben will take you home," he said, his hand lingering on the small of my back.

He seemed as reluctant to let me leave as I was to go, but I risked one last thing before I departed. I wrapped my hand around his neck and leaned into him, pulling him closer until our lips met in a powerful, divine kiss. His hands found my waist and he held me close as his lips part mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Our breathing hitched, his hands dropped down to my ass and we both groaned, a deep yearning already taking root in my belly.

He pulled away unexpectedly, his eyes searching my face. He swallowed, then turned on his heel, disappearing down the hallway we'd just come from without another word.The drive back to my apartment was painful, since my backside hurt from all the spankings I received. I'm dropped off at my apartment before dawn in my gold dress, clutching a bag of money against my chest and letting my shoes dangle from my fingers. Just as the sun rose over the horizon, I gently took the dress off and got under the covers with a groan. Despite all my bruises and the inconsistent thoughts floating around in my head, my eyes drifted shut and before I knew it, I've passed out into a long, peaceful sleep.