A Willing Submission

Thanks for your interest!

This is part 2 of the story.

Please be sure to read A Willing Submission. Pt 1 before starting this one.

Both characters are adults, over 18, with a 23 year age gap.

Friendly and constructive feedback is very much welcome. I hope you enjoy!

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Angelica

I feel tears track down my face once again.

Luc pulls back in time to see my total surrender. He stares into my vulnerable gaze as he gently wipes my face for a moment. Then his face hardens, and he drops his hands from my body. It leaves me feeling cold. He crouches down to remove the restraints from my ankles before he walks around to stand in front of me.

"Don't be a tease, Luc." I frown up at him, confused. "We both know you've won. I've given you want you're after. Now be a gentleman and stick that fat cock in me. Finish us both off."

A sense of unease washes over me as he remains stationary. I've missed something. My gut clenches.

"Angel, this is my prize. This moment right here" his cryptic response gets my back up.

"What do you mean?" my concern growing.

"What I mean," his tone cold, "is that we're done. You've submitted to me. I've taken what I need from you. That tight arse of yours has my seed leaking from it. You needed to be taught a lesson and I've done that. In the future, don't underestimate people with more experience, Angelica. It won't end well for you."

His words tear me down and piss me off, equally

"You and I are done." He repeats himself. "After the stunt you pulled today, consider it lucky, a kindness on my part, that you're keeping your job."

What the fuck? My spine snaps into place. My anger roars up, overriding the hurt and humiliation. "Uncuff me, you fucking arsehole." I spit.

I kick out at him wildly with my leg. He catches it easily, stepping back into my space, taking advantage of my exposed position. He bends slightly to slide his cock up into my folds. His head nudges roughly against my clit. He grabs hold of my other leg. I try to fight it but my arms are getting sore.

"Let me go, Luc!" I'm spitting mad.

He responds by widening my legs, effectively preventing me from doing any damage. The new position allows him to slot himself into the entrance of my cunt.

"Is this what you want, Angelica? My dick inside you? Your body certainly wants that. I'm covered in your slick."

I look down. It's obscene, erotic, intense.

I'm so angry. At him for being a world class prick but mostly at myself, for allowing this to happen. I'd let him in, exposing my vulnerability, and he'd taken advantage of that to cut me down. I'm not sure I can forgive either of us.

"Remove your fucking cock from me, Luc. If you don't let me go right now, I'll spend every waking moment making your life a fucking nightmare. Do you understand me arsehole?" even fighting my body's desire, my words are sharp and clear.

His face breaks out into a feral grin. For fuck's sake, this prick annoys me.

"Angel, you've got such a dirty mouth on you. Maybe I should release you right now. Then I'll force you to your knees and bury my cock down your throat."

"You fucking wish arsehole! Not if I bite it off first!"

He laughs. "Its amusing that you think you have any say in this." He pushes the head of his cock into my pussy, just breaching me.

I gasp, furious and horny. "Don't you dare! You wouldn't..."

"Oh Amante, I would, and I am." he smirks at me before lowering his gaze to where we're joined.

He looks up again, straight into my eyes. I'm drowning in the angry lust in his eyes. He slides into me, with agonising slowness.

I yell out, "Luc! You fucking prick... augh!" I arch my back. My pussy tightens at the intrusion.

He's stops, rocking back and forward a little, seeking my g-spot. When he finds it, he goes to work on the sensitive flesh. I rock against him, moaning at the sensation.

He wraps my legs around his waist, which allows him to grab my hips. He resumes his journey deep into my tight heat, stretching me deliciously.

"That's it, Amante. Take my cock like you were born to. Your cunt's so wet for me, I can feel your juices running down my cock."

He stops and adjusts his hold on me, brings his hand in between us.

I look down as he runs a finger through my folds, avoiding my clit, making his way to where his enormous dick is invading me. Coating his finger, he brings it up and sucks on my taste, humming, before diving back down.

"Your pussy is so sexy, Angel. Look at you, taking all of me, hungry for more." +

His eyes and words are filthy as I feel him push his finger into my cunt right next to his cock.

I shudder at the feeling, "Oh my God Luc! Please, I need you to fuck me!"

I cling to him with whatever strength I have. I'm too far gone now to do anything but follow my instincts.

"Such a perfect slut, begging for my cock. Well, now you have it."

Grabbing my hips with both hands again, he thrusts until he can't go any further, filling me, coming to a stop.

"Oh my God, yes!" It's too much, then suddenly not enough, when I realise, he's not moving.

I feel my anger firing up again. He stays still inside me, watching as I come undone. I try to rock against him but he's too quick, keeping me pinned against his hips.

"Luc! Come on, make me feel good. Wreck me, you arrogant French bastard!"

I'm growling now. I'll try anything to break his control, so I clench around him. He hisses at the sensation. Fuck, we're toxic.

"I want to feel you tomorrow, next week. I want more than just a memory. I want the ghost of your cock haunting my dreams." I cry out, looking into his eyes.

I see the war waging inside of him. He wants what I want but is loath to give it to me.

"Luc..." my quiet gasp and the last of my will snaps something inside of him.

"I'll give you what you're begging for, Angelica. But we're doing this my way. No arguments. No negotiations. The moment you try to take control or rush me, this is over. I walk away. You'll be free to clean up and leave. Make no mistake, this is my final warning to you."

This night has completely messed with my head. It's the most overwhelming and confusing experience I've ever had. Regardless of that and whatever consequences tomorrow has in store for us, I know I need this man like my next breath.

"Okay Luc. I agree, yes." my response is quiet, completely at odds with the turmoil in my body and mind right now.

He reaches up to unclip my cuffs, my arms dropping to wrap around his neck. I press myself against him and take his mouth in a deep French kiss.

His tongue delves into me, taking over the free space inside me. I'm lost in the moment of closeness.

We've reached the bed without me noticing. He withdraws his cock, and I whimper at the loss.

"Shh, pet. You'll get what you need soon enough." He drops me onto the bed.

My eyes stay on him as he strips out his clothes.

The man is beyond words. Tall, muscular, I'd gauge no more that 10% body fat. I'm impressed once again at how much time he puts into his craft. He towers over me, unconcerned by my appraisal.

He walks over to the nightstand to grab a bottle of water. He opens the water and takes a long drink. Still engorged, his heavy cock hangs slightly under its weight, swinging with his movements. I reach for him, but he slaps my hand away.

"Don't. Keep your hands on the bed."

Fuck, he's a bossy son of a bitch. I control myself because I can tell he's riding the same edge as I am. Tonight has made us both crazy.

Standing right in front of me, his cock brushes against my breasts, smearing me with precum and my slick. He grabs my hair, tipping my head back.

"Open that dirty mouth of yours, Angel."

I'm eager, expecting his cock. Instead, he tips the water up, pouring a gentle steam into my open mouth. I drink, thirstier than I realised, until the bottle's empty. He tosses the bottle and grabs my throat.

He tips my head back and tightens his hold, I feel it against my airway.

"Mine."

His eyes glint dangerously. Towering over me is a man I've never seen before. He's feral and dangerous. A mix of uncertainty and anxiety hovers in the back of my mind before he relaxes his grasp, guiding me to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Put your hands on my thighs."

I reach over to run my hands over his powerful flesh. His cock is so close, pointing directly at me. I watch as it bobs under my attention, his fluid seeping from the tip.

"Take me in your mouth Angelica. Now." Using the grip on my throat, he guides me to his cock.

I open eagerly and he forces himself inside. My tongue laps at his slit, circling around his head. I can taste us. It's filthy.

I feel the bed under me getting wet. I rub my thighs together, seeking relief from the throb. He takes notice and more precum leaks onto my tongue. I can't get enough of it. I suck him like a greedy cock demon, which I am because it's my favourite part of foreplay.

Luc moans loudly. His eyes snap back to my mouth, stretched around the first three inches of his cock.

"Your dirty mouth, this tight little throat. They're made for my cock. Can you taste us, Angel?"

He grabs me on either side of my head, forcing his cock slowly, persistently deeper. My jaw stretches to accommodate. He glides across my tongue, pausing at the entry of my throat. My eyes widening, still locked in his gaze.

"You going to open that throat up for me, baby?"

His request shocks me. It's the first time he's asked for permission tonight. He's cunning. He knows things will be smoother with consent. I nod, giving it to him.

"Good girl. You know what to do. Relax, take a deep breath. Hold on. Tap my hip if it gets too much."

His unexpected concern for my comfort sparks a pang in my chest. Locked away in the back of my mind, Rational Angie is losing her shit at not only the way I'm being treated, but how I'm behaving. Under any other circumstances with any other man, his behaviour tonight would have earned him a swift kick in the nuts as I walked out the door.

He thrusts back and forth gently, going deeper on each return. My neglected pussy drools onto the bed. I gag slightly as he pushes forward again. It's so big. I mentally roll my eyes at the cliché. Slutty Angie is here for every filthy, degrading moment of it.

Just as I really relax my throat, he stops, pulls out and bends down, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, tasting us. He hums quietly in pleasure before releasing me again. Fucking hell, this man is impossible to predict.

Luc the Dom is back, snapping at me "On your back."

I do as he asked, but I pout about not being able to finish the job.

"Are you done?" He doesn't wait for my reply. Instead, grabbing my ankles and flipping me over.

I'm lying face down on the comforter, the wind knocked out of me, while he splits my legs wide open so I'm frog legged on the bed. My face heats. I'm horribly exposed again.

He smacks my arse hard once on each cheek. "That's for goading me into changing my plans for you."

He smacks me again, five times on each cheek. I cry out, moaning as he lays into me.

"That's for the bullshit stunt you pulled today." He keeps going, five more on each side, my arse cheeks glowing in pain.

"Luc!" I'm sobbing now, pain and heat crawling across my backside.

He stretches over me, laying his body on mine, his hard cock sliding down, groin resting against my sore arse, cock slipping back into the folds of my labia, nudging up against my clit.

Grabbing my ponytail once again, he tilts my head to catch my mouth, sucking gently on my tongue before pulling back.

"This last round is just for me Angelica. Don't forget that".

Releasing my head, he grabs hold of my wrists, bringing them up to lie stretched out above my head. He locks the cuffs together, restraining me.

Then he's pushing himself up off my body. I try to turn but he stops me, smacking me again. "Don't move."

I cry out, my arse stings. I'm reaching my pain limit. I hear him walking around and wonder what he's doing. Then I remember the bag he had in his hands earlier.

He returns to the edge of the bed and I can feel him standing there between my legs, my pussy and arse on display open to his gaze. I hear his breathing change and mine responds in response.

We're locked in the anticipation of this moment, connected, chained together in this obscene, angry lust. I hear the phone camera click, capturing my humiliation.

"Fuck you, arsehole," I spit out. He slaps my arse again, hard.

"Luc! Please," I cry out into the comforter. I feel it welt, and he chuckles, snapping another picture for his collection.

"Amante, tonight has been nothing but an absolute delight."

Hs shifts me up the bed slightly, coming to kneel between my legs. I hear him opening the bag, placing items in front of him, close to my parted thighs.

The lid cracks open on what I hope is lube, and I hear the release out of its viscous fluid. I tense, expecting to feel it against my skin, but nothing.

I flinch when I feel fingers slipping in between my cheeks. Two fingers push against my rim firmly, breaking through, then moving forward with slow purpose.

"Fuck, Luc! Slow down, please. I want this too, but I need time to adjust."

He continues his journey, ignoring my pleas. I try to pull away, but he holds me down at my waist.

"So tight, Amante. Your arse is going to feel amazing on my cock."

He pulls out and I feel lube drop into my cleft, his fingers collect and then he's back at my entrance, "Let's try 3 now before me move into the next stage."

I cry out. "Please, it hurts Luc."

I'm whining loudly as he saws back and forth, spreading his fingers to stretch me out. He smacks my arse, and I flinch in pain. He slides out and I feel both relief and loss.

"I need to really open you up for my cock, pet." He continues, conversationally, his tone slightly regretful.

"I apologise if this next experience is uncomfortable. Try to bear it, if you can. We both know you'll need it. I'd planned to send longer prepping your body to accept me, but you forced my hand earlier and I'm out of patience. I need my cock in you soon."

The man is a master at provoking visceral desire. My breathing halts, trapped in my lungs. His words, designed to incite fear, are doing their job. My pussy leaks on the bed. My arsehole tightens, trying pointlessly to defend itself against the unknown.

A light brush of wet silicone on the inside of my thigh trails upward, leaving a smear of lube in its wake. I'm panting, anticipation, fear and arousal at war in my mind and my body.

I can't stop my whimpering. My hips writhe against the sensation. I know he'll be unhappy with that, but I don't care. I need what's coming, more than my wish to avoid punishment.

Luc, sensing I've reached my pain threshold, leaves my sore cheeks alone, choosing to press down firmly on the curve of my waist, keeping me still. I huff in frustration. Something wet and hard presses up against my arsehole. It's not his cock. Fuck.

"Open up petite étoile. It'll be easier if you breathe and bear down for me. Push your arsehole out as it would naturally."

Fuck, I blush at his dirty words and their implications. I follow his instruction because I want nothing more than to have my arse filled again.

I feel my rim split open, receiving whatever it is Luc slotting in there. Fuck, it's thick, not as wide as his cock, but still a lot. A dirty sexy feeling of being violated washes over me, bringing a wave of gooseflesh with it.

A long moan escapes me, as Luc pushes the thick length up my arse. The ways its shaped makes me think it's a plug.

"Good girl." his low murmur makes my clit throb hard. "You're doing well. There's more to go but the glide should help. Release another breath and bear down again Angel, really push back on it."

I follow his instructions. On my exhale, he quickly inserts more of the phallus, timed well with my push.

I cry out again, "Fuck Luc, it's too big! Please take it out."

I'm panting hard, trying to ride out the painful stretch on my pucker. Luc pauses, briefly, gently rubbing my red cheeks, calming me down.

"Almost done, Amante. One final push. You need this if you want me to fuck you up there and enjoy it. Are you ready?"

I want his cock more than anything. I need to do this. It's the only way he'll give me what I crave. I suck it up, nodding. Deep breath in and out, I push back hard, grunting.

Luc responds straight away, "Good Girl, take it all now."

The final inches slip in, its journey ending abruptly. it's so deep, my body jerks at the intrusion. My rim completes its final, painful stretch over the plug, quickly closing over the lip, locking it into place in my rectum.

I moan, trying to rotate my hips to get comfortable. Luc places his hand on the base of the plug, tapping it. I jerk in response.

"Well done, little one. Stay still for a moment while I prepare for what's next." I hear the lube bottle pop open again.

"What?! Luc, I can't fit anything else in there. Please don't do this!" I'm whining and I hate it. My lust is now firmly on my shit list.

"What makes you think this is for your arsehole? Baby, I going to fuck this tight hot arse of yours, but you need time to adjust to the plug. While we wait, let's have some fun."

Grabbing me by my hips, he pulls me back towards his lap. I'm on my knees, legs spready so wide, it's impossible to gain any leverage. My parted thighs rest on the outside of him. My chest and face still planted into bed spread, arms in front.

I hear a click, a buzzing sound starts, and I feel the long thin vibe press against my clit before changing direction, slipping into my cunt.

He presses it up against my soft G spot and because I'm already so worked up; I explode all over his hand instantly. Squirting hard. I'm crying out, riding the vibe, and the plug.

"Oh, my fucking God Luc! Please, fuck me! I need your cock so badly. Please, I'll do anything you want. Just fill me up!"

"Anything, Angelica? Do you promise that?"

I pant, "Yes. I won't break the law or cause harm, but I promise, I'll agree to the terms of my surrender. Please, give me what I need."

He continues to slide the vibe in and out of my clenching pussy, slipping out occasionally to graze against my clit. I just cry out and cum again.

He clicks off the vibe, withdrawing it from my snatch, tossing it aside. His patience at breaking point and I'm a wreck, coming off the back of my fourth orgasm for the night. I don't know how much more I can take. I need him to finish me.

"You're such a beautiful goddamn slut for me. Your holes are perfect. Époustouflant," he groans, and I can tell he's at his limit too. "Ok Amante, the wait is over. Hold on tight."

I feel him touch the base of the plug, rotating it in my arse in a circular pattern, then grabs hold of the base and pulls. Fuck.

It pops out and I cry out again

He rubs his finger around the rim of my abused arsehole while pulling the plug out slowly until it's free. My hole feels stretched open.

Luc pushes his long index all the way into the space. My anus closes around it. He rotates gently inside me. It's both soothing and disturbing. I rock back on the vibe, looking for stimulation, trying to replace the empty feeling I have inside me.

He lets me do this a few times until he puts a stop to it. He lifts my hips from his lap, pulling the vibe from me and withdraws his finger. My arse is up in the air. I'm so empty. Both my entrances expand and contract against the feeling. It must be quite a sight.

He leans down, his long tongue inserting itself into my cunt. He laps at me, then shifts to my clit. He rotates it between his teeth, then applies a gentle sucking pressure.

I let go again. I'm crying, trembling all over in the throes of a full body orgasm. I lose complete control of my mental and physical state. I push back, riding his face, his trim beard adding to the stim. His tongue dives back into my pussy.