A few days ago, Mr. D and I were going to sleep. He knew I was upset about my parent in the hospital. I curled up against his back and the contact with him brought all the pent up emotions to the surface. I was sad and the feelings washed over me. Unbeknownst to me, the pressure and contact of my body pressed to him was working on Mr. D. In the midst of my falling apart, Mr. D turned around with a look of lust in his eyes, “All you do is touch me and you do this to me. It’s your fault.”

His hand took mine and put it on his hard cock. I smiled through my pain and felt my body react and turn against the sorrow in my heart. His lips took mine is a hard kiss of possession. His lips slashed across mine and his tongue and teeth claimed me. My hand around his cock, my arm pinned between us, his body pushing me down while the kiss continued unabated.

The heat was overwhelming and gave the pain that colored my world an exit. My body arched against him and matched his hunger. His lips left mine and his teeth grazed my neck, my throat, my breast. The tearing heat of it left marks. My nipples tightened and rose to meet his lips and tongue. As he traveled down my body, I realized that he was headed further. He was going to taste me, pleasure me. I was torn. “No,” I thought to myself, “let this night, this passion, be for him. My heart is breaking; don’t let this be about me.”  But, his mind was set and he was between my legs before I finished the thought.

“Open yourself for me.” I spread my sex for him and held it open as asked. My knees were pushed up and open, pinning my arms against me. His lips and tongue set a blaze of fire across my tender and vulnerable sex. I felt split in two. My body, the traitor that it is, reacted swiftly to his touch. The sadness had a hold on me that warred against the pleasure he was building inside me. I moaned and arched under him. Next, his fingers pushed inside my pussy. I wanted this, needed this. Anything, just keep going. Deeply his fingers filled me, and then moved the wetness from my pussy down and circled my asshole. Oh, no, not that. I’m not ready, oh please. Like a good girl, I held still and his finger wiggled inside the tight little hole. I was vibrating now, his fingers in both holes, and his mouth on my clit, he gave me no way to retreat from him. His other arm held onto my thigh, I was trapped in this cage of ecstasy.

Before I knew what was happening, I felt my body tense and tighten. Beyond any doubt, I could feel deep within my sex the tightening as if a clock was being wound. An orgasm was building inside me. Not the new kind I have just started to feel with Mr. D but the clitoral kind I give myself.   This was a first, to feel that type of sensation from oral sex. I let it register in my mind and felt it grow. It was pretty amazing especially for how I was feeling emotionally. I was overwhelmed by all that Mr. D was doing. He had his fingers in my front and my back and his mouth kept sending jolts through me. So, it seems this is the magic way to the Promised Land for me. Twice now, Mr. D has gotten me completely and thoroughly worked up in this situation. I am continually amazed at the heights of passion he takes me to and the varieties of sensations he brings to the fore.

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14 thoughts on “Divided

  1. Polthus

    This sizzles. And who would think internal conflict over major stakes would make for a good lead-in and ongoing problem before a ‘tiny death’? Not I, yet it works. Well done!

  2. Lex Jones

    This is beautiful. I recall when my mother died, Maestro immediately traveled to me. I was in a distraught state and he took complete control and took me on my first real venture into subspace. It was amazing. And although we go there often these days (he’s moved here) I will never forget that evening. How he brought me through my storms of emotion and made be feel healed and protected and safe.

  3. Wishing your parent a speedy recovery.

    It is amazing how we give so much to our dominants, and how unselfish we are. Their satisfaction and pleasure is very important to us, and yet we will forego our own pleasure to please them. I think it’s amazing that you have been able to reach that level of orgasm with him. I also think it’s great that he realized you needed him without asking and he pleased you, took you away from the pain (if only temporarily) to bring you to a place where you could take your mind off the present… if only for a moment.

  4. I find this same reaction in my King when He comes out of hospital, almost every time. As if, in pain and loss, life needs to be celebrated and affirmed in the most primal of ways.
    Now with chemo and radiation the recovery time is much longer, but the reaction and needs stays constant.

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