5 comments/  2851 views/  2 favorites

Army Dom Ch. 02: The Conversation

By: restrainedqueen



It had been five days since I left home. I would have said I was disappointed because he didn't come looking for me right away, but I knew him and his commitment to work. In a way I was glad, the time helped me sort through my emotions- confusion, sadness, regret, anger. I was all cried out and exhausted, but calm as I sat on the bed perusing channels mindlessly. I heard my phone ping. 

It was a message from my best friend. "He's downstairs. He wants to come up and talk to you." 

My heart pounded nervously as I typed. "Fine. Look out for my text in case I need you."

I hear the heavy footsteps on the carpeted stairs and fix my hair and wipe my face frantically as the door knob rattled. It swung open and he stood in the doorway, towering and furious- as he stared into my scared eyes and glazed over my clothed body. 

He strutted over to the bed and took a seat on the edge facing me. In less than a week he looked haggard, his face punctuated by stubble. He looked like he lost weight- I resisted the urge to feel pity as I thought that he probably didn't eat well after the last meal I made for him finished. He was helpless. 

"Crystal-do you really think this is over, just like that?"

"Yes." I say softly.

"So you are telling me that I fucked you for the last time last week?"

"Yes." I said again, my eyes burning as I came to terms with the reality of the situation.

"What the fuck, Crystal, I don't want anyone else touching you." He continued. "Listen-I am sorry. I've been grumpy a lot because I have been working for too many hours. There's a lot going on." 

I was confused-unsure of whether that was the apology that I had hoped for and was willing to accept. Deep down I knew the connection we shared- how naturally we met each other's needs. "Love, friendship, sexuality, control, dominance, conversation" he once said. I was not naïve, I had other Doms before but he was definitely the one I felt I was meant to be with. But I remembered the painful days he made me wait, in lingo, unsure of what was going between us. It was mentally and emotionally draining. 

"Just because I am submissive doesn't mean I am stupid. I need time away from you, to think about what I really want."

"Fuck, Crystal..." he raised his voice and stood up. "I need to leave right now, before I lose control. Before I beat you senseless and drag your disobedient ass down the stairs and back to our house." 

I let the tears flow, I couldn't hold back. This time apart and we were back to square one. He had lost his way and I couldn't bring him back, even if he wanted me to. To me, this was confirmation it was over. He looked at me one last time, with extreme sadness in his eyes, despite his show of rage. He slammed the door, I slumped into the mattress and sobbed loudly.

In between sleep and wake my mind went back to that day, a week before our wedding. As I cleared up his breakfast wares he pulled me between his legs and looked up at my sleepy face. 

"I'll be back in a bit. Don't you dare use your fingers or dildo today. Wait for me, I want you all later." I smiled and stole a kiss. "Yes, Sir."

"And I want you to think about what your cunt is for. Give it thought so when I ask you, you will have a good answer." 

It was almost midnight when we settled down to bed. He lay down, head propped on the pillow, his hard cock leaning slightly to the right. Whether it was flaccid or erect it leaned like that naturally. 

I stood at the foot of the bed, naked. He liked me that way, natural-he didn't care for lingerie. He smiled. "Come on top of me, I want to see you." 

I opened my legs and climbed on top of him. I gasped as the tip of his round head pressed my entrance- all day I was wet just thinking of him fucking me, squirming uncomfortably in anticipation. He groaned and held my thighs as I took hold of his cock and slid it in me, stretching and filling me.

I was about to start riding when he held me firmly down, his shaft deep inside. I could see he was also fighting his sexual urge. 

"Mmmm." He moaned as he shifted underneath me, the slightest movement causing me to whimper with lust. With narrowed eyes inspected me from my hair, to my face, and lingered on my breasts. He looked on like a child in a toy store- and I resisted laughing. I remembered in the beginning he told me that Indian girls were never a fantasy of his, but since me, he found me so exotic and interesting- my caramel skin, my dark nipples and pussy. 

He started caressing my mounds and squeezing my nipples roughly, looking at my face to see my reaction as he teased me. I closed my eyes.

"Look at me, sub." I obey, resting my hands on his broad chest. "Have you thought of my question?" 

I twirl my fingers around as I make my declaration. "Well Sir, firstly my cunt is yours, it belongs to you. It only has one use... for your use and abuse, anyway you see fit...to serve your cock." 

He smirked. "Ok... Good hun, good start. I think you're mostly right. Think about most women... in their case I would say their most private part is their pussy, do you agree?"

I hesitate for a moment. "Yes, it is to them."

"But for you, you have said I own your pussy, it's mine... your most private part. That's powerful. But that doesn't mean you have given it up completely, it only means you've given it up to me. Between me and you it is our most private part, me owning what is physically attached to you." 

I decide to elaborate. "Yes definitely. Because Sir, to me, giving it to you to use to bring you pleasure is the way that I submit to you. It's yours because I want to give it to you, it's because you having it will bring me as a sub pleasure too in serving you. It is a powerful thing, and not taken lightly...ownership that is. It can be taken back at any time if the sub is not happy." 

He cleared his throat and made circles on my soft belly. "Really your pussy represents your sin and temptation and discipline as well. Sometimes without my control, your pussy would be the means by which you give in to your own temptations." 

"That is very true Sir, especially for a cock craving, cum loving slut such as myself, control is necessary. Masturbation, orgasm, conduct, you are right. I need discipline." 

"The irony is that it is me and my cock that are the temptation and the items which tempt you." 

The conversation was so arousing. I felt his words cause my cunt to drip her juices past her lips, onto my thighs and his. He was stirred too, his cock throbbed in me as he spoke. 

I smile teasingly. "Hmmm, that is the sub's dilemma then to maintain control at the feet of the one that she wants the most, to not lose control and not disobey." 

"And you manage it very well." He retorted.

"Well that is part of effective ownership, to get the sub to do what is pleasing to you, of her own free will." I had learnt that over time. 

"Agreed. Except in our dynamic you're not a robot. You don't immediate drop to your knees and put my cock in your mouth as I come home. That is mindless and cheap."

I choose my words carefully as I think about the year we were together. "Of course it is...but in our dynamic your personality might create a robot, not an unhappy one, but maybe one nonetheless, you are quite strict, bossy, controlling and hot tempered." 

He was stern and unapologetic as his jaw twitched. "Part of that is your enjoyment of those qualities."

I leaned over, closer to him, and whispered. "Of course, that is what attracts me to you."

He stroked my hair. "Crystal, I have never felt this way- I love you and you are all that I want, my disgusting little slut. Who you are, your obedience and your desire to please. You must understand that our relationship may have hard times because of my career, I might have to be out of the US sometimes. But I need closeness and trust from you, it's important. I am aching to possess you, I can't wait to marry you."

I loved him so much, there was a lump in my throat from pent up emotions. I couldn't say anymore and he knew that. "Now, fuck me like you missed me all day."

I sat up again and bounced feverishly on his cock, feeling the cold air on my thighs every time I rose and fell. A loud slapping sound was the only other noise besides our heavy desperate breathing. My breasts swung around wildly and at one time he sat up and grabbed my hair roughly, pulling my head back and resting his head on my shoulder as he thrust violently upward into me and grunted loudly. My pores raised as he made it worse. 

"Now cum for me, slut, then I want to cum all over those tits that I also own." He rubbed my clit, hard, it was almost too intense to bear. Soon I squealed and clenched around his cock, for the longest I probably ever did. I gasped for air as I slumped on my back, my legs still wrapped around him. He pulled out of my slippery cunt and pumped his cock hard with his hand until I felt the hot streaks of cum land. The first two striped my breasts, the third my belly and the fourth crossed my face and tainted my hairline. I stuck my tongue out to taste the drop that was on my lip, and spread the rest over my breasts with my hands.

"Good girl," he managed to stutter out as he caught his breath. I fell asleep on his chest that night-there was nothing more I wanted. 

I wiped my tears away and shot back to reality when I heard my friend knocking at the door. "Are you ok? He said he will be back tomorrow after work to get you."