Her Surrender (Irresistibly Bound 2)

Vicki shrugged her jacket off her shoulders, placing it on a table to the side. She unclipped the watch around her wrist and placed it next to her jacket.

“So I’m going to start from the beginning,” Vicki said. “I’m going to put you in the headspace of a submissive.” She leaned down, her lips brushing April’s ear. “I’m going to strip away all those layers of yours until all that’s left is that primal part of you that craves this.”

A frisson went through April’s body. Vicki’s words, her intense gaze, the raw, feminine power she exuded—it all should have frightened her. Maybe it did in a way. But it thrilled her even more.

April matched Vicki’s fiery gaze with her own. “Go ahead and try.”

A slight smile spread on Vicki’s face. She walked over to a rack on the wall in front of April. It held a variety of whips, canes, and other tools, which could only be used for one thing. Vicki picked out a small leather paddle and returned to stand behind April, trailing her fingertips along April’s back as she walked. April resisted the urge to turn and watch her, instead looking straight at the wall ahead. But this left her staring at the rack of whips, which did little to settle the tempest within.

Vicki pushed April’s dress up around her waist and caressed April’s ass cheeks. She still had her panties on, but they were thin and cut high at the bottom, so they offered little protection. April’s skin prickled.

“Remember when I told you that all of this is in the mind?” Vicki asked. “That’s true even when it’s physical.”

April felt a stinging slap on her ass cheek. She sucked in a breath. It barely hurt, but it was a shock to her body and left her skin tingling. She screwed her eyes shut and waited.

“This isn’t about punishment or pain,” Vicki said. “It’s about the experience of having control taken away. It’s about the anticipation, the uncertainty, those seconds in between when you know what’s coming, but you don’t know when, or where, or what form it will take.”

This time, Vicki rained down a series of short, sharp smacks on both her ass cheeks. April gasped, each impact rippling along the length of her body.

Vicki continued, punctuating every few words with a slap. “It’s about how every strike sets you on edge and overwhelms your senses until you have no choice but to embrace your vulnerability.”

April drew a breath in. She could feel the adrenaline pulsing through her, her nerves set alight. Every word Vicki said was right. April wanted this. Her body hungered for this. To throw away her inhibitions and let herself drown in everything she was feeling. With every stroke of the paddle, April felt all the walls inside her crumbling.

She closed her eyes and relaxed her body. She stopped resisting. She stopped fighting.

And it felt good.

A soft moan fell from April’s mouth, spurring Vicki on. The other woman continued to rain blows down on April’s ass, each stroke like a shock of cold water.

Finally, Vicki gave April one final slap on each cheek, then caressed them gently with the paddle. April purred. The smooth leather felt good on her burning skin.

Vicki rounded the table to stand in front of her. She cupped April’s cheek. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No,” April said softly, leaning into Vicki’s hand.

“Maybe I was wrong about you. Maybe I can mold you into my perfect submissive after all.”

Vicki drew April up to sit on the end of the table, then kissed her with surprising tenderness. April murmured with bliss. Her whole body was charged, and everywhere Vicki touched set off a spark. The kiss deepened, and Vicki’s hands grew hungrier. Soon, there was a fire flaring inside April.

Vicki’s slid a hand down to where April’s thighs met and pressed her panties into her slit. “Do you want me to get rid of these?”

“Yes,” April said breathlessly.

Vicki pushed April’s shoulders down to the table and tugged her panties from her legs. She tossed them aside, then grabbed April’s waist and pulled her to the very end of the table.

She parted April’s knees and ran her fingers up the insides of April’s legs. “A good submissive always gets rewarded,” Vicki said.

April quivered, longing to feel Vicki inside her. Vicki had other ideas. She grabbed hold of April’s ass cheeks and dove her head between April’s thighs.

April let out a gasp. Vicki’s mouth felt divine. She sucked on April’s nether lips, probed at her entrance with the tip of her tongue, circled April’s swollen bud with a butterfly-light touch that drove April wild.

April grabbed onto the sides of the table with both hands. A part of her wanted to drop them to Vicki’s head, to pull her in harder and guide her. The rest of her wanted to hand Vicki the reins, to give her body over to the other woman. So she closed her eyes and let Vicki take control.

And Vicki’s control was absolute. This time, Vicki didn’t try to draw it out. She didn’t drive April to climax immediately either, even though she could have. Instead, Vicki ramped up April’s pleasure steadily, unti

l the fire inside her became a raging inferno.

“Oh god, Vic-” April jerked and writhed as tremors rocked her body. Vicki continued, her mouth unrelenting, her fingers digging into April’s raw ass cheeks, until April fell back down to the table, limp and panting.