The Submission Sessions by Teri Fowler

come," she said, seconds later, her voice barely more than a ragged
gasp.
    "No!"
Sebastian grabbed her hips and lifted her off him, holding her just high enough
that his dick slid out of her. "You can't come yet. I didn't give you
permission."
    "Oh
… oh, please. Please."   Kerri jerked
above him, thrusting her pussy forwards as if a series of electric shocks were
coursing through her groin. She tried to reach for her clit again, but he
blocked her hands. "Oh, God, Sebastian. Please
let me come."
    He
bit his lip, struggling to contain his reaction to her. He'd never seen
anything so erotic in his life. Denying her went against every instinct he had,
but the need to show her he was in control made his cruelty necessary. Besides,
delaying her orgasm would only heighten her pleasure when he did let her come.
      The muscles in his biceps began to protest at
holding her away from him so he lowered her again, holding her steady just long
enough to allow her to align herself with his cock. She struck up the same,
frantic rhythm straight away and began to masturbate once more.   Kerri's expression had changed, and her eyes
held a fierce determination as she fucked him again and he knew he wouldn't
last much longer with her beautiful body pounding his at a pace that left him
breathless with awe.
    Sebastian
felt tension build in that sweet spot between his anus and his testicles, and
he knew his orgasm was only seconds away. "Kerri, I want you to make
yourself come. Right now."
    The
hand rubbing at her clit sped up, and he felt her internal muscles give a hard
jolt as she increased the stimulation.   "Smack me again…"
    Sebastian
obliged, giving her the hardest slap yet, one that made his palm tingle. Her
reaction was instant and almost violent. An orgasm started deep in her cunt,
just as the pressure in his balls released and he tore into his climax.   Pure sensation robbed him of the ability to
do anything but hear Kerri's gasps, groans, and cries, and the knowledge she
was just as lost in the moment as he was forged a sudden and powerful bond
between them of a kind he'd never experienced before.
    When
neither of them had anything left to give, Kerri rolled off him, kissing his
cheek before collapsing down on to the mattress beside him. He tried to fight
off the fatigue assaulting him from every angle as he remembered he hadn't made
good on this threat of tying her up, but that would have to wait for another
day. If he didn't sleep soon, he was pretty sure he might die of exhaustion.
    With
his body depleted of everything except the ability to function, Sebastian fell
asleep with Kerri nestled against his chest, aware of nothing but the fact that
he loved her, and that she loved him, too.
    The
next thing he knew, sunlight was streaming in through the windows because he'd
forgotten to draw the blinds.   He
stretched out his hand, reaching for Kerri, but found the bed empty. Sebastian
raised his head off the pillow, listening for any sound in the apartment that
might tell him where she was, but he heard nothing. He squinted at his watch
and groaned when he saw it was just after seven. Where the hell had she gone so
early on a Sunday morning?
    He
wandered around to check she really had gone, then went into the bathroom.
There, on the mirror, was a handwritten note. Sebastian stared at it without
getting close enough to read it for a few seconds, unable to shake the feeling
that he wasn't going to like what it contained. He scanned the hastily written
message, swearing aloud as he read. Kerri thanked him for everything he had
done for her and signed off by telling him that she didn't want to see him
anymore. That was it. She gave no reason or explanation. He crumpled the paper
in his hand and threw it into the bin.
    Sebastian
showered, shaved, and dressed quickly, then grabbed the crumpled note back out
of the trash and ran out of his apartment.  
    Kerri's
place was only a few blocks away from his, and it didn't take him long to