Learning to Trust Part 2: Full Submission Read Online Free PDF Page A

feeling exposed earlier was completely unjustified compared to how I felt now. I whimpered but said nothing, concerned that he might punish me again. And even though I kind of liked the pain , I didn't think I was quite ready for more yet. I was spread-eagle in front of him, my pussy fully on display—and there was nothing I could do to stop him from doing absolutely anything he wanted to me.
    "Ah, Marisa. Such a beautiful pussy as well. So ripe and wet." I was simultaneously embarrassed and thrilled, feeling his words racing through me like electricity . His words immediately hit the right places, causing that tension to coil up inside of me, building with every second. It was so refreshing to hear him talk about me like that, so raw and unfiltered. I wanted so badly to reach down and touch that growing ache away, a thought that probably only occurred to me because I was tied down. This loss of freedom was profoundly affecting my senses, toying with my comforts and my neutrality. Like the pain, it was sweetening the experience.
    "Oh god," I moaned. His tongue eased into me, pressing against my delicate walls as it moved back and forth. His hot breath poured onto my clit, the warmth threatening to cook me alive as he fucked with his tongue. Moisture flooded out of me, ultimately consumed by his lapping tongue.
    My hips rocked against his face as he continued, my movements controlled and small due to the restraints. His tongue eased out of me and began to flutter against my clit, immediately sending huge waves of pleasure through me. My body tensed and released, re adjusting to the sudden change in intensity. Roland's movements were random, yet precise, slow, yet constant. He moved his tongue back and forth, trailing the tip against that throbbing bud expertly. I already felt a climax building inside of me, one that was big, yet still growing . Normally it wasn't that easy for me to reach orgasm with a man; I guess my former partners had just been inexperienced.
    His fingers parted me and began to press against my g-spot, fucking me much harder than his tongue had. My muscles clenched around his fingers, giving their approval and letting him know that he was truly in control. I felt that excitement growing inside of me, excitement so huge that I feared I might burst if I held it inside of me much longer. I was building, building, building and then—he stopped.
    Roland's breath continued on the inside of my thighs. He kissed them gently, moving along that soft, fatty flesh. My orgasm had been so close and he had just stopped. What was he doing?
    "Sir?" I asked. "Why did you stop?"
    I felt his lips curl into a smile against my leg. "Ah, pet. You're new to this, I forgot. You need to learn to truly want . Also, I'm in control of your pleasure, not you."
    "But—"
    "Shh. No more," he said, cutting me off. I felt his fingers moving lower than they had been before, low and back. I gasped as I felt him press against my asshole. "Relax, pet. It's really pleasurable, I assure you. Have you never had anything in your pink little asshole before? A virgin?"
    " No...and y es, Sir," I said, doing my best to maintain my composure. Ugh, his touch was kind of uncomfortable, pressing against that tightness, trying to move inside against the resistance.
    "Someday we'll have some real fun with this little hole of yours—but for now, we'll keep it simple." His tongue returned to my clit, circling and spiraling again, causing my legs to suddenly lift into the air and fight against the restraints. Similar to what I had felt during the spanking, the pressure in my asshole suddenly started to blend with the intensifying activity of his tongue, creating a pleasurable blend that threatened to consume me quickly.
    The two flavors meshed perfectly, his fingers gently probing into me, his tongue spiraling side to side . The muscles clenched in side of my ass, so tight and sensitive, hugging his finger as the anticipation raged inside of me. My asshole