Santa, Sir

Yes, Sir

He moved again, his body shifting, the bed creaking slightly. Then, a firm hand took hold of my right ankle, lifting it, then the left. My legs were spread slightly, my vulnerability laid bare. And yet, there was no shame, only a heightened awareness.

A cool, damp cloth ran along my inner thighs, a sudden contrast to the building heat. My muscles tensed, then relaxed under his touch. His fingers, firm and knowing, explored, teasing at the very entrance of my s*x. A gasp escaped me, unbidden.

"Relax, sub," he commanded, his voice deep, persuasive. "Let go. Let me take you."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against the nape of my neck, sending shivers through me. "Trust me, Katie. I've got you."

And I did. I trusted him. In this moment, in this dark, intimate space, Ronan Rourke, Head Santa and former ProDom, held me utterly in his grasp. And for the first time in a long, long time, I felt profoundly, exhilaratingly, safe. The heavy burden of making choices, of fighting, of controlling, simply melted away. There was only him. His commands. And my joyous, willing, complete surrender.

The dream, I realized, wasn't a premonition. It was a faint echo. The reality was so much more. This was not the abuse of Chad. This was an awakening. This was power. This was a release.

In submission, there is more than trust; there's power, and I can anticipate how addictive it might become. He looked at me, at least I assume he did because I could feel the heat of his gaze. “Good girl,” he murmured. It felt different when he said that. It didn't feel condescending or demeaning. It was genuine praise. Praise that I am not used to. “I think you deserve a reward, sub.”

Before I could respond, he turned me over. I felt his tongue trace my outer lips before dipping into my slit. His fingers spread my lips open as his tongue circled my c**t. He took his time, drawing moans from me. Soon, his fingers entered me, pumping slowly as they hit my G-spot repeatedly. My bottom lip began to quiver as my legs began to shake. My back arched, but he placed a hand on my stomach, holding me still. “That’s it. Let go. c*m for me, sub.” My body instantly obeyed.

As I rode out the aftershocks, his hands trailed up my body. He took my hands and pressed them above my head. His clothed body was flush against mine. He whispered, “This next test is very important. You are not to c*m until I say. Am I understood?”

I could smell the remnants of my arousal on his breath as I could feel his arousal pressed against my thigh. But how do I control my orgasm? I have faked them many times, but I don't dare do that with him. What if I can't? “Yes, Sir. Understood.”

He removed his body from mine, and I instantly missed both the pressure and the heat. I heard the clink of his belt, the thud of his shoes hitting the floor, and the rustle of fabric. Then the mattress dipped. His hands grasped my ankles, pulling me forward. Next, his body slid on top of mine…smooth and so very hard. My legs fell open, welcoming him in. His hands pinned mine beside my head. His c**k hovered against my entrance. “Remember, no cumming until I say. Show me what a good little sub you can be,” he murmured.

“Yes, Sir. I am ready. Take me.”

He moved my wrists into one of his hands. His freehand pinched my n****e, and I gasped. He chuckled darkly, “That's not for you to decide, Katie.” Then, without warning, he plunged his c**k into me. He's bigger in every way than the few guys I have f****d.

“Oh, f**k!” I cry out.

He stills. “Take it like a good girl for me,” he says as he pushes in deeper. “Every inch.” He begins to thrust slowly, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing back in. His teeth graze my neck as he uses his free hand to tilt my hips up, allowing him access to areas of my p***y no man has touched. He growls as he picks up his pace. His freehand finds my c**t. I moan and try to hold back my orgasm. I can feel my walls gripping him tighter and tighter. He hisses. “Not yet.” He began to pound me into the mattress. Sweat began to coat our bodies.

I felt him throb. He's close and fighting the urge just as he instructed me to. “Now, c*m for me,” he roared as he thrust his c**k as deep as it would go.

“Ro…” I yelled as an orgasm overtook me. His lips crashed to mine, stealing my cries, claiming them as his.

After we came, he pulled back. He started to remove my blindfold. “Keep your eyes closed,” he instructed. I complied. “Now, breathe in and out before slowly opening them.” I did, but wondered why. As if he could sense my confusion, he explained. “You need to slowly regain yourself after a release like that. If you don't, you could experience a subdrop. Preventing them is one of my responsibilities as your Dom.”

“Oh, but I am okay.”

He scoops me up and walks towards the bathroom. “I am sure you are. However, aftercare is important, and you will let me do it.”

I feel so silly. I feel like a little girl in his huge arms. “Yes, Sir.”