I have her exactly where I want her. Exactly where I told myself I wouldn’t have her ever again. But fuck my intentions. I left all that at the door when I invited her to this club. I knew exactly what was going to happen and exactly what I wanted to happen.

Just this once. One more time inside that sweet pussy of hers. One more taste. And I’ll pray to God that’s enough. I’ll hope it’s enough to keep me from wanting to take more from Stephanie, from dragging her into the darkness of my world and corrupting her.

Her eyes are closed, long lashes curved and thick, breasts heavy and threatening to slip up and out of her bra from the way I have the table tilted back. She has her mouth open for me, lips wet and ready. Such a perfect little submissive.

I ease my cock forward, letting her feel the tip of my length against her bottom lip and waiting to see what she’ll do. A shockwave runs through me as her hot tongue laps out against the head of my cock. “Hungry little treasure, aren’t you?” I ask with a groan.

“Mmm,” she moans, taking in more of me as I inch closer to her, savoring the tight, hot ring of her lips around me.

I can tell it’s her first time from the way she struggles to get her teeth out of the way at first, but teeth or not, I’m savoring every second. Before long, she manages to open wider for me so all I feel is the slick pressure of her lips around me and the warm wetness of her tongue swirling around me

I grip her hair into a tight fist and lean back, urging her to take more of me until I know I’m as deep into her as she can handle. She uses what leverage she has to move her mouth up and down my length, giving me the most terrific view of her perfectly innocent mouth as it’s filled with my cock.

I let her go to work for as long as I can handle, but when she starts to letting out little vibrating moans through my cock with each languishing movement of her mouth, I can’t take anymore. I pull my cock free of her mouth and tear her underwear off in seconds. Two quick pops of the nylon is all it takes and she’s completely naked for me, pussy glistening in the faint light.

My cock is throbbing to be inside her already, but I’m not going to let her cum until she knows how completely she belongs to me, even if it’s just for tonight.

I strip out of my remaining clothing before tilting the table so she’s lying flat on her back again and completely parallel with the ground. I lift myself up onto the table and let my hard cock lay just against her waiting heat as I look down into her eyes. I can see the hunger and need written all over her face. She’s so ready to have me fuck her it probably hurts, but I want more. The old, dark desire to assert my control is rising up more powerfully than ever, even if it’s only to prove to myself that I am the one in charge here. It’s not like all those years ago when that woman…

Fuck. I shake my head slightly as if it will jostle the memory out of my consciousness. I don’t want to think about that now.

My grip tightens on the edge of the table where I’m holding myself up to keep from putting all my weight on her. “You are going to show me you’ve submitted by trusting me with everything,” I say.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

With one hand, I guide my cock into her entrance, not answering her question, yet, as I let myself get lost in the blindingly good sensation of her tight, hot pussy clenching around my cock. She’s so fucking wet I can hear my cock sliding into her, inch by inch. I take my time, letting her walls adjust as her virgin pussy has to remember how to accommodate so much size. “I’m going to squeeze here,” I say, gently placing my other hand over her neck. “I won’t be squeezing hard enough for it to hurt.” I punctuate my words with a few slow, easing thrusts of my cock, which make her arch her back and moan, even as her eyes are watching me with anticipation and panic.

“But,” I continue, “it will restrict your oxygen intake at the right time. Your brain will go into a temporary state called hypoxia. The combination of hypoxia and the orgasm I’m going to make you have will be like no rush you’ve ever felt. All you have to do is trust me, treasure.”

She waits several long moments until I think she’s about to refuse me, but she finally nods her head. “I trust you,” she whispers.

I don’t need any more permission, and I start fucking her like I’ve been waiting to fuck her since the moment she walked out of my house that night months ago. The table keeps her legs spread nicely for me and her arms up and over her head, but she does her best to squirm and writhe with her moans as I plow my cock deeper and deeper into her.

I stifle her moans when I press my mouth to hers and drink in the vibrations of her pleasure that pass through her tongue and lips onto mine. I keep my hand on her throat but with only the slightest pressure, knowing that I don’t want to take her attention away from my cock in her beautiful pussy until the absolute last moment.

Every quiver and shift of her body telegraphs her pleasure to me like a book. I know how close her orgasm is by the way the goosebumps rise and fall on her neck and arms, in how the faintest sheen of sweat starts to form across her chest and how her nipples bud into hard peaks that press perfectly into the muscle of my chest as I rock my cock into her with a relentless, driving rhythm.

I tighten my grip by pressing only my thumb and forefinger just the slightest bit more firmly into the sides of her neck where her carotid arteries carry oxygen-rich blood to her brain. Cutting the blood-flow will give her the same chemical reaction as if I was cutting off her air-flow without the uncomfortable fear of actually being unable to breathe. I’m careful to watch for any signs of her losing consciousness. I want her to have an orgasm that she never forgets, but if any lasting harm came to her from our time together, I’d never forgive myself.

As I drive her closer and closer to orgasm, I slide the pressure from my fingers off of her arteries to give her brain enough oxygen to stay conscious but still let her think she’s being choked. The effect is as much psychological as it is physiological, and if I can keep her believing she’s being choked, there’s no need for me to push the limits of safety with her body.

“Oh God,” she breathes. Straining against her restraints until the veins in her neck stand out and her mouth opens in a perfect “O” for me. I feel my own orgasm rising up and ready to explode, but I hold it back because I’m only moments from letting her unleash her own.

I tighten my grip on her neck and she gasps in surprise as she feels the first real tingles of her oxygen-hungry brain calling out for air. At the same moment, I increase my rhythm just enough to push her over the edge. Her body spasms against me, the walls of her pussy tightening and clenching like a fist around my cock as she gasps and sighs with pleasure. I release my grip on her neck, letting her feel the flood of oxygen and relief add even more fuel to her orgasm. She lets out a scream of pure ecstasy as I know stars are bursting across her vision and it must feel like the entire universe is collapsing and expanding inside her, wrapping her in a pure white moment of indescribable bliss. Her eyes squeeze tightly shut and she clamps down on her scream, moaning through closed lips as her body bucks through the tail-end of her orgasm with wave after wave of body-shaking spasms. At the last possible moment, I pull out and spray my cum all over her stomach and chest, groaning as I cum harder than I can ever remember. I have to grip the edges of the table as it rips through me like a fucking freight train.

“Goddamn,” I say. “I needed that.”

She bites her lip and grins sleepily, body still shivering as the aftershocks of her climax run through her.

I ease off the table and undo the straps binding her wrists and ankles. I didn’t have them extremely tight, but she was bucking and straining against them so much that I check each area carefully and apply a quick dab of moisturizer to make sure she doesn’t chafe.

“You were fantastic,” I say softly. “And you can speak more freely. The Dom gloves are off, so to speak.”

She gives me a sideways look, but smirks. “Is that just a trick so you can punish me again?”

I chuckle. I massage my way up her wrists and arms, needing no real excuse to do it other than to help her relax and because I don’t want her to try to put her clothes back on yet. “If I want to punish you, I’ll find a reason,” I say. “It’s no trick.”

“Then you weren’t so bad yourself,” she says.

“I have to admit,” I say, working my hands across her breasts now in a deliberate way that is as much for my benefit as hers. “For a virgin, you have responded very well to BDSM.”

“Are you questioning my chastity?” she asks with mock indignance.

I laugh. “No, but you clearly have a strong sexual appetite. Why did you wait so long to sleep with a man?”

“Maybe there wasn’t an opportunity,” she says carefully.

I grab a towel and clean my cum from her body, making a dismissive sound at her response. “The Dom gloves may be off, but if you want to blatantly lie to me, I reserve the right to grab a paddle.”

She grins. “Okay. There were opportunities. But I’ve just never been interested in something long term.”

I sit her up, standing behind her as I work the stress out of her shoulders. She groans against my touch and leans her head back luxuriously.

“That’s not ordinary,” I say.

“Oh come on,” she says. “Not every woman wants a long term relationship.”

“No, but most of the ones who don’t, have a good reason for wanting to stay away. So what’s your reason?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Most guys don’t actually want to be bachelors their whole lives. And never dating? That’s way less ordinary than my hang ups.”

I grunt noncommittally.

“Ah,” she says, turning to look at me from beneath those long eyelashes. “So you expect me to open up, but you get to be a closed book?”

“Fine,” I say with a half-smile. “You can keep your secrets.”

“Wow,” she says, shifting on the bench until she faces me completely now. She holds her hands in her lap to cover herself in a self-conscious way that makes her all the more sexy. “You’re that committed to keeping your own secrets that you’ll give up on finding out mine?”

“I don’t talk about my past,” I say.

She looks thoughtful. “So it was something that happened a long time ago. I see.”

I shake my head. “We’re not talking about this.”

“What can we talk about, then? I barely know anything about you except, well, this,” she says, motioning to the room and then to my still exposed cock with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I don’t even know what you do for a living.”

“I buy failing businesses, make them successful, and then sell them for a profit.”

“And why do you still do it? You already have so much money. Is there still more you want?”

I open my mouth to speak but pause uncomfortably when I realize her question is one I’ve never even bothered to ask myself. “The money is just a number now,” I say slowly, almost thinking out loud. “For a long time, making money was just my way of saying fuck you to my…” I wince when I realize how much I was about to divulge about my past. I really don’t talk about my past. I never have. I don’t keep close friends. I keep everyone at arm’s length and now it has only taken one slip up to get me wanting to rant and ramble about all my problems? Fuck.

“Fuck you to your dad?” she tries. She continues when I don’t tell her she’s wrong. “I can kind of relate. My dad and I… We had problems. I guess you could go on with your life and let the past crush you and define you, or you can try to struggle against it and prove everyone wrong. You proved everyone wrong, and me?” She laughs sadly and shakes her head, eyes welling with tears. “I’ve just been hiding from it.”

Seeing her so sad is enough to make me want to say whatever it takes to help her, even if it means dredging up things I’ve never talked about with anyone. “My dad…” I say slowly, voice feeling distant and hard. “He let one of his girlfriends abuse me when I was just a teenager. It started out because he was shit for a father, and she acted like she cared about me and wanted to be like a mom for me.” I feel my face contort in rage and shame as I talk about it. “But she was almost worse than him. He’d help her do things to me just because he was fucked up and he liked the power trip. You think you’re hiding from your past? Every day of my life since then has just been me putting up wall after wall because I’m still so fucked up from what happened. I kill myself in the gym so no one can ever overpower me again. I worked years without days off so I’d have the money and power to never need anyone but myself. I used women to remind myself that I was in control. And I never let anyone get close because I was too afraid they’d see I don’t have it all together.” I laugh humorlessly, shaking my head and letting my hands fall from her shoulders. “So maybe don’t be so hard on yourself.”

I watch her face for a few moments, feeling like I’ve just ripped open an old scar and the skin is left raw and exposed. It was never something I planned to talk about. Never something I wanted to share, yet getting it out feels like a relief.

She surprises me by throwing her arms around me and hugging herself tightly to my chest, cheek pressed against me. “I’m sorry, Tristan.”

I put my arms around her, eyebrows drawn as I stare down at her brown hair and the smooth, bare skin of her back. Somehow, I think my plan to have tonight be our last time together might have just gone up in flames. I’m not even sure if it would make a difference at this point whether Stephanie thinks so too. I’ve gotten a taste for more than just how good it feels to fuck her. I just felt something spark between us that I’ve never felt, and I know I’m not going to stop until I can bottle that spark up and keep it forever.