Fifty Shades of Submission (12 page)

“I promise,” she whispered, opening her legs wide to receive me, her long nails biting into my back.

I penetrated her and demonstrated the stroke, the shaft of my penis gliding smoothing over her clitoris. I heard the sharp intake of her breath in my ear.

“If you continue to do that I’m going to come,” she groaned in my ear.

“Bite down on my shoulder,” I advised.

She did as she was told and I felt her teeth sink painfully into my flesh. The pain aroused me to new heights.

“The second penis stroke is known as
Manthana
, or churning. That’s when I grasp my penis and move it inside your yoni like this, in rhythmic circular motions.”

“Yoni?”

“Vagina. My penis is called a linga. When I strike down sharply into your vagina like this it’s called
Hula
- the Double-edged Knife.” I demonstrated by piecing her yoni with a singular and powerful thrust, ramming my penis hard down inside her. She gasped and bit down on my shoulder once more.

I held
my penis in my hand and pressed it hard into her, holding it there. “This is
Piditaka
,” I murmured. “Known as pressing.

“
And if I withdraw my penis completely - like this - and then strike down violently into your womb, like this, it’s called
Nirghata
- the Buffet.” She gasped once again as my cock speared into her.

“
Continuous pressure with my penis on one side of your yoni, like this, is known as
Varahaghata
, the Boar's Blow. And if I thrust wildly in every direction - like this – it’s likened to a bull tossing its horns and is called
Vrishaghata
, the Bull's Blow.”

She was beginning to moan and writhe under me. I held her hips firmly, preventing her from moving
and pleasuring herself against my cock inside her.

“
Lie still! You promised not to come until I finished the demonstration.”

“
You’re torturing me
,” she murmured, eyes half shut, her breathing shallow and rasping. She was balanced on the exquisite, tormenting brink of orgasm.

I smiled. “Now, to continue your lesson.
If I were to raise your hips on a pillow and strike a rising blow with my penis, that’s known as
Avamardana
- rubbing. But we’ll forgo that for the moment.”

“
Teach me some more
,” she panted.

“
Quivering inside your vagina is known as
Chatakavilasa
- Sparrow Sport,” I murmured in her ear. “This usually heralds orgasm.”

“What is orgasm called,” she moaned.

“The involuntary shuddering and trembling of orgasm is called
Samputa
, the Jewel Case. Now we will practise the
Sacred thread
–
Upavitika.
In this position the woman has one foot on her lover’s heart and the other on the bed. According to legend, bold and saucy women adore this posture when they take on the man’s sexual role while the male is submissive. Do you want to try it?”

“
Stop tormenting me! I need release!”

I lay on my back a
nd told her to sit astride me and impaled herself on my penis. She did as she was told, gasping as I entered her, and I placed her foot on my heart and she began to move her hips rhythmically, pleasuring herself against my rigid shaft. Her breathing soon turned to gasps of ecstasy and she bent down and kissed my lips and her hardened nipples pierced my chest deliciously. As her hips began to churn she flung her head back with pleasure and then threw her head forward and began to bite my neck and scratch my chest and pummel me with her fists - doing to me what I had so often done to her these last few days. Her red hair cascaded all over me and her green eyes were wild with desire and she instinctively used the Mare's Trick – a Kama Sutra method of gripping the penis in a vice-like grip with the vagina and squeezing pleasurably.

We both came almost
immediately.
Finally her passion ebbed and she rested by bending forward and laying her forehead upon mine without withdrawing my penis from her. It was wonderful resting like that with my shaft still deep inside her, our bodies still joined in sexual union. I knew it wouldn’t be long before desire stirred in me again.

H
ow I loved her, I thought deliriously. How beautiful her face was! How I loved to watch her face contort with the agony of passion each time I brought her to an orgasm.

It is strange how every relationship in life takes on a different form as soon as a third person enters the equation.

Everything
changed the day Saskia’s friend from the city arrived at the hotel to stay for a while. Katherine was about the same age as her friend. She was a confident, sophisticated, well-groomed woman with long blond hair and expensive clothes.

Her influence
on Saskia soon made itself felt in every direction.

Saskia
almost immediately began to display a certain impatience with me in front of Katherine. They soon fell into excluding me from their conversations and began to take long walks without me.

When she saw me sulking she laughed and tousled my hair. “What do you expect, darling? Of course I’m going
to spend a great deal of time with her – we have lots of girl talk to catch up on. You’re so cute when you’re acting the jealous lover. Annoying, but cute.”

I cannot help but begin to doubt Saskia’s feelings for me. She hasn’t let me touch her since Katherine arrived.

Has she stopped loving me?
Is she tired of me already? Has she grown bored with the sex? Had I demanded too much sex from her? Lately she was often spent and satiated while my own bullish appetite remained strong and unquenched and she would let me fuck her while she lay unresponsive, offering her vagina to me as a mere receptacle for my cock. This had been happening more and more lately but in my unbridled lust and craving I couldn’t keep my hands off her– whether she was a willing participant or not.

Ever since puberty I have possessed a herculean sexual appetite and usually I pleasured myself, but now that I
possess this beautiful woman I simply cannot get enough of her. Even after orgasm, I make sure that I fall asleep with my cock inside her, so that when I awake I am instantly aroused and ready to have sex with her once more.

Perhaps I
had coerced her too many times in the past week to have sex with me. Perhaps she had invited her friend Katherine down here for moral support to help her get rid of me?

The days roll by and Katherine is still here.
For almost two weeks this unbearable restraint has lain between Saskia and I. Katherine is with her every waking moment and we are never alone. My lover has begun to treat me like a stranger in the presence of her friend. We have not kissed, not as much touched, since her arrival.

I feel
lonely and abandoned.

Today, Katherine drove into town to do some shopping and, surprisingly, Saskia stayed behind with me. I rejoiced as I watched Katherine drive away in her silver Mercedes Benz. Saskia and I immediately set off for a walk and it was wonderful to be alone with her again. I reached out to take her hand but to my surprise she pulled away.

"
Katherine is perplexed,” she said, frowning.

“Perplexed?”

“She doesn’t understand how I could love you. For a start, she thinks you’re far too young for me. She thinks all young men are callous and crude by nature when it comes to affairs of the heart – especially if they’re as handsome as you. She says that young men your age are only interested in sex. I had to admit to her that your sexual demands
are
rather voracious at times. I must confess I enjoyed sex with you in the beginning but your insatiable appetite has become rather onerous. ”

“You discussed our sex life with Katherine?” I said accusingly.

“That’s what women do, darling. That’s why it’s called girl talk. She has warned me that you will end up breaking my heart. She has advised me to stop burying myself in the country, and suggested I go back to the city and become fully involved in life once more. She told me to stop wasting myself on a sexually obsessed youth who is hardly a fully grown man.”

“But –
“ I began to defend myself.

She placed her fingers on my lips to silence me. “
But what good is her advice since I happen to be in love with you?" she said softly.

Her words took my breath away
. For a moment I felt dizzy and could hardly speak.

She
smiled at me and took my hand. Her glance was so radiant, so full of promised happiness, that in a moment all the doubt and torment of the past weeks were forgotten.

She loves me!
I could not believe it.
She says she
loves
me
!

I threw my arms around her and bega
n to kiss her ferociously but she pushed me away gently.

“Not now, Julian,” sh
e scolded teasingly. “We must get back. I’m sure Katherine is back at the hotel waiting for us.” She saw the crestfallen look on my face and her eyes travelled down to the bulge in my jeans.

She laughed. “When we get back you’ll have to take a cold s
hower to get rid of
that
before showing yourself in decent company! Don’t sulk, darling man, there will be many opportunities later on to put your penis inside me, I promise.” She laughed and began to walk cheerfully back to the hotel.

I followed in silence,
moping.

"
Katherine has been complaining about you again," Saskia said today.

I shrugged.
"Perhaps she knows that I despise her."

"But why do you despise her, you foolish young man?"
she said, pinching my cheek playfully.

"Because she’
s a hypocrite," I said. "She pretends to be so worldly and virtuous and she’s not."

“What could you possibly know of her virtue?”
she defended her friend irritably.

“Last night during dinner
she put her hand on the inside of my thigh under the table.”

Saskia laughed. “
Was I there?”

“Of course you were.”

Her smile widened. “Katherine has always been an incorrigible flirt. She doesn’t mean anything by it. Did you enjoy it? I bet you did! I bet it gave you an instant erection. Did it?”

My cheeks burned.

She laughed. “Do you want to fuck her, Julian? You can if you like, I shan’t mind. I could arrange it.”

“Of course not
!”

“Are you sure?
Men always think with your dicks. Unfortunately we women can never be as aggressively sexual as men, nor as spiritually free. Don’t be cross with Katherine – we’ve been best friends since we were children. We’ve even shared the same man on more than one occasion."

"I don't care
about her," I said sulkily. "I just wish she would go away and leave you alone – leave
us
alone."

"
You sound terribly
jealous of her," she said cheerfully. “Do you think that she and I have a sexual relationship?”

“No,
of course not!” I recoiled at the thought.

Saskia laughed. “Are you a prude? Is that what you fear most – losing me to a lesbian lover?”

“No!”

She s
obered up. “Let me warn you-
never
feel secure with the woman you love. Women are more duplicitous and dangerous by nature than you can ever imagine. Do not make the mistake of believing that all women are good and virtuous. No woman is
all
good or
all
bad - at any moment we are capable of the most diabolical actions as well as the most divine thoughts, emotions, and deeds. We are impulsive creatures by nature.
Never
feel secure with any woman you love."

“I will
never
love anyone else but you,” I said broodingly.

She laughed softly, seductively. “Are you sure about that?”

“I am certain.”

“
One must do violence to the object of one's desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater
.”  ― Marquis de Sade