The Commitment (Unrestrained 2)

"Good girl," he whispered. "So good…"

The knowledge he was completely inside of me, that I'd survived his size without pain the way it had felt with Kurt, made me almost euphoric. I could do this. I could bear it. The way I felt, with his fingers sliding against my clit, his length inside of me, I thought I might be able to orgasm. He began to move very slowly and it didn't hurt. Soon, as pleasure built inside of me, I began to move against his fingers as he thrust inside of me.

"Oh, God, you feel so good, so tight," he said, groaning, his lips at my shoulder and the sound of need in his voice made me even more aroused. "Tell me when you're going to come," he said, his voice shaky. With his relentless fingers on my clit, with his hardness inside of me, with my thighs tensed as I thrust with him, it took little time for my pleasure to build. The intense pressure, combined with his fingers on my clit drove me go over the edge and my orgasm began, shocking me with its intensity, overcoming me like a wave. Stabs of pleasure spread out from my groin and down my legs and into my chest as I came.

"Oh, God…" I gasped, and then he began thrusting more rapidly, pushing me over, my whole body shuddering as I came, blinded by pleasure. I heard a sound like someone moaning, and realized it was me, oh, ohhh, ohhh.

When I was completely spent, he stopped thrusting and we remained motionless. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder then my mouth. I felt as if I were drifting in some other dimension, time not passing. Only this pure pleasure and sensation – his body in mine, his body on mine, skin against skin, his mouth on mine.

Bliss.

When our kiss ended, he began thrusting again. It took very few thrusts for him to come as well he was so close, so aroused, his own moans in my ear as he ejaculated, his cock pulsing, his body shaking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" he groaned, straining against me as if trying not to thrust too hard. "Kate…"

I collapsed onto the bed with him on top of me, still deep inside of me, still shuddering. When he was finished, he lay still and gasped in my ear, kissing my neck. He rose up as I knew he would and withdrew slowly, and watched me for a moment, his hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks, enjoying seeing his semen spilling out of my body.

I bit my lip in reply, but it did little to quell the grin building on my mouth. I could hear the humor in his voice and could only imagine a lopsided grin on his face. He sighed in mock frustration and lay back on top of me, kissing my cheek.

"Katherine, how can I be expected to stay in proper Dom headspace when my sub is so easily given to mirth?"

"Sorry," I said, only half-meaning it. "It's just that—"

He bent down once more, turning my face to him and kissed me to silence me, but I felt his grin against my mouth, his kiss very unsuccessful from stopping me.

"You make me so happy," he whispered. Then he kissed my neck, my shoulder, my cheek, his still semi-erect cock wet against my lower back. He kissed me once more, his kiss deep and long. "Stay here, my love."

He pulled away finally, kissing my shoulder as I lay there with my eyes still covered by the blindfold. He rose up and I heard his footsteps as he walked to the bathroom, imagining his beautiful toned body, his hair messy. I wanted to remove the blindfold myself but I didn't, letting him decide when it should come off. The water ran in the sink and then the shower started. In a moment, he returned and began to clean me off, wiping away his semen and fluids, and then washing me all while I was still blindfolded. I was glad he kept the blindfold on, a bit squeamish about the whole process.

"I would have liked to have had a photographer here, you looked so delicious lying there all bound and wet."

Finally, he stood me up and removed my blindfold and turned me around, removing the leather bindings, one by one. They left faint red lines crisscrossing my flesh, around my breasts and between my thighs. I stood before him for a moment as he admired his handiwork.

"You look absolutely well-fucked, Katherine," he said, a fiery expression in his eyes.

He led me to the bathroom and we stood in the shower together, facing each other, his hands soapy, washing me off, every inch of me, his fingers tender, his lips pressing against my cheek, my neck, my shoulder. This meant so much to him – I could tell by how gentle he was being, how tender and loving.

When we were finished, after he'd gently washed between my thighs, we left the shower and he dried me off, his hands soft, his eyes soft as well. We returned to the bed and he sat on the edge and pulled me onto his lap, his arms around me, my hands on his shoulders. His hair was still wet and tousled, his lashes clumped together.

"So," he said, running his fingers down my neck to my breasts, which were still crisscrossed with thin lines from the leather bindings. "How was that?"

"Can't you tell?"

"I want to hear your assessment. You were anxious."

I inhaled. "I was afraid," I said, remembering my fear. "I knew it was supposed to be painless when done properly, but those were just words I've read or assurances from people. I was afraid you were too big for me. You are larger than average."

"I am," he said, grinning a bit, his expression amused. "But that meant I had to take extra care to prepare you, make sure you were completely ready and relaxed. I would never do anything that hurt you, Kate. As long as we communicate freely and you trust me enough to relax, it won't hurt."

I nodded, not meeting his eyes. He tilted my chin up so I couldn't avoid him.

"So, you enjoyed it? It didn't hurt?"

"It almost hurt," I said. "It did burn and there was intense pressure…"

"You were right to tell me when it was starting to be too intense. I pulled back, took more time, used more lubricant. At the first sign of discomfort of any kind, you have to tell me. I'll adjust what I'm doing."

"You really enjoy this?"