Shadows Of Submission

The Edge of Control

Chapter four

I stayed buried inside her p***y for a long minute after we both came down, my c**k still twitching, and plugging every last drop deep where it belonged. Elena’s body trembled underneath me...soft, spent shudders that made her p***y flutter around me in little aftershocks. Her face was turned to the side on the pillow, cheek flushed, lips parted, mascara tracks dried on her temples like war paint.

She looked completely f*****g owned.

And I wasn’t done owning her.

I eased out slowly, watching the thick white trickle follow—sliding down her swollen lips, pooling on the sheets. She whimpered at the loss, hips twitching like she wanted me back inside already.

I flipped her onto her back again, gentle this time, and spread her thighs wide with my hands. Her cunt was a beautiful mess: dark pink, glistening, lips puffy and parted, my c*m leaking steadily. I dragged two fingers through it, scooping up the mess, and brought them to her mouth.

“Clean me up, baby girl.”

She opened without hesitation, sucking my fingers deep, tongue swirling around them like she was starving. Her eyes locked on mine—hazy, submissive, grateful. The sight sent a fresh surge of blood to my c**k.

“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her hair back from her sweaty forehead. “You taste like us.”

She moaned around my fingers, nodding.

I pulled them free with a wet pop and leaned down to kiss her—slow, deep, tasting myself on her tongue. She melted into it, arms wrapping around my neck, legs hooking over my hips like she never wanted to let go.

When I broke the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers.

“You were so f*****g perfect today,” I said quietly. “Holding my c*m through that whole hearing. Edging yourself in the bathroom stall like I told you. Coming home and kneeling naked for me. You have no idea what that does to me.”

Her breath hitched. “It makes me feel… safe. Wanted. Like I belong to you.”

“You do.”

I kissed her again, softer this time, then trailed my mouth down her neck, over the bruises on her collarbone, down to her t**s. I sucked one n****e gently—careful now that they were so tender—then the other, soothing the marks I’d left. She arched into my mouth with a soft cry.

“Daddy…”

“Hmm?”

“I want more.”

I lifted my head, smirking. “Greedy little thing.”

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing deeper. “You promised three times. That was only two.”

I laughed low in my throat. “Counting already?”

“I need it,” she whispered. “I need to feel you everywhere. All over me. Inside me. Until I can’t think anymore.”

Fuck. The way she begged—raw, honest, no games—always unraveled me.

I slid down her body, kissing a path over her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel, then lower. When I reached her p***y again, I blew a soft stream of air over her c**t. She jolted.

“Sensitive?”

“Yes… but don’t stop.”

I didn’t.

This time I took her slow—long, lazy licks from her leaking entrance up to her c**t, circling, sucking gently. I slid two fingers back inside her, then three, stretching her open while I worked her with my mouth. She writhed, hands fisting the sheets, hips rolling against my face.

When she started climbing again—thighs shaking, breath coming in sharp gasps—I pulled back just enough to speak against her wet skin.

“Come for me one more time, baby. Give Daddy everything.”

I sucked her c**t hard, fingers curling deep, and she broke.

Her whole body seized—back bowing off the bed, a raw, broken cry tearing from her throat as she came harder than before. A fresh gush coated my tongue, my chin, my hand. I kept going, drawing it out until she was sobbing, pushing weakly at my head.

“Too much...Daddy...please...”

I eased off, kissing her inner thighs softly while she trembled through the aftershocks.

When she finally stilled, I crawled back up, gathering her into my arms. She curled against my chest like a kitten, face tucked into my neck, breathing ragged.

I held her tight, stroking her back in slow circles.

“You okay?” I asked quietly.

She nodded against my skin. “More than okay. I feel… floaty. Safe.”

I kissed the top of her head. “Good. You were incredible.”

We lay like that for a while—sweaty, sticky, tangled. My c**k was half-hard against her thigh again, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about me right now.

After a few minutes, she lifted her head, eyes searching mine.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“What happens tomorrow?”

I knew what she meant. The real world—her cases, my meetings, the risk of someone noticing the bruises peeking above her collar, the way she walked a little gingerly after nights like this.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face.

“Tomorrow you go back to being Elena Vasquez, killer lawyer. You crush whoever’s in that courtroom. And when the day ends, you come back here. Or I come to you. And we do this again. And again. Until you’re ready for more.”

“More?”

I nodded. “Collars. Contracts. Weekends away where you don’t wear clothes unless I say so. Whatever you want. Whatever you need.”

Her eyes shimmered. “And you? What do you need?”

I swallowed. The question hit harder than I expected.

“I need you,” I said simply. “Like this. Needy. Honest. Mine.”

She smiled—small, soft, and real—and pressed her lips to mine.

“Then I’m yours.”

I kissed her back, slow and deep, feeling something settle in my chest.

The night stretched ahead of us—hours left to play, to talk, to f**k, to just hold each other.

But for the first time since we started this, I wasn’t thinking about the next orgasm.

I was thinking about tomorrow.

And every tomorrow after.

She was mine.

And I was starting to realize I was hers too.