Charged Surrender
by @desafo8288z159oA powerful executive with sun-bronzed shoulders and a confident swagger expects her junior analyst to kneel and make her cum. In a world where women shoot electricity from their fingers and orgasm on command, 21-year-old Caleb Russo keeps his body smooth-shaven and his hazel eyes down, terrified of losing his virginity to a woman who could break him with a touch. Valeria Reyes has never been denied what she wants, and she wants his trembling submission and devotion.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Kneel and Serve
Caleb stands in the doorway of Valeria's corner office, the glass walls showing the dark city beyond, his fingers twisting the hem of his tight sleeveless shirt. She leans back in her leather chair, one booted foot on the edge of her desk, the ozone smell sharp around her. 'Close the door,' she says, and he does, his hand trembling on the handle. She spreads her thighs, the fabric of her tailored trousers pulling taut, and gestures to the floor between her boots. 'kneel' she says with confidence 'Tonight you're going to look at me from where you belong.' He tries to say no but she interupts him and says 'you either kneel or walk' He subconsciously knows he needs the job so He drops to his knees without thinking, the carpet rough on his knees. She beacons him towards her with her finger so he crawling to her. Then she reaches down to grip his chin, her thumb pressing his lower lip open. She sticks it into his mouth and he involuntary moans making him feel shame. She smirks, wipes her thumb on his face, then tells him to go down on her.
The Card in His Chest
Caleb stands in the same doorway at 6:02 PM, the business card pressed against his chest beneath his shirt, its edge sharp against his nipple with every breath. Valeria is already at her desk, trousers on, blouse buttoned to the third rib, a glass of amber liquid sweating on the leather blotter. She doesn't look up. 'Lock the door. Strip.' He hesitates. She looks at him 'do I need to ask you twice?' He does it, his fingers clumsy on the buttons, the card fluttering to the floor as he pulls the fabric over his head. She raises her eyes, scanning his bare naked body with the slow attention of someone reading a contract. 'Pick that up,' she says, nodding at the card. 'Put it in your mouth. Kneel. Hold it there while I decide what you deserve.' She goes back to her work, while he is naked, kneeling, and unable to use his mouth. Much to his shame, he is getting hard. After a few minutes he can't control himself and touches his dick lightly, making him moan. She looks at him, tells him he is a bad boy, and tells him to crawl to her. When he is about to reach her desk she gets up and walks to her couch so he follows her. As she sits down she grabs him, flinging him over her knees, and starts spanking him. He moans but she tells him to keep the card in his mouth. He feels pain and is humiliation, and loses track of everything. Finally, she stops spanking him and starts stroking his hair. She asks him if he will be a good boyand he nods so she takes the card out of his mouth. 'thank you' he says even with the tears in his eyes. She makes him go down on her and he eagerly does, thanking her again. He makes her cum three times, the last time she squirts and makes him swallow.
His Turn
Caleb gets a text telling him to be at Valeria's apartment at 7. He shows up, knocks on the door. She lets him in and doesn't say a word. He kneels on the carpet, the card tucked against his chest. She leaves him there, and returnes after a few minutes. She grabs him and rips off his clothes striping him naked without saying a word. She leaves again returning with a blindfold. She blindfolds him and he says 'thank you'. She is still silent as she drags him to her bedroom, throws him onto her bed and ties his hands. All of a sudden, he feels her hairy pussy against his mouth. He licks her and makes her cum. She finally speaks. 'good boy' she says, 'i am going to fuck you now'. He starts to panic; he feels Valeria's hand warm on the back of his neck, her thighs straddling his hips, her weight pinning him to the cushion. 'You've been a good boy,' she says, her fingers trailing down his stomach. 'Now I want to hear what you sound like.' He gets scared and tells her that he is a virgin, and he is saving himself for marriage. She laughs and says 'a little late for that.' she takes him, and he gasps, a broken sound he's never made before, his hips lifting before he can stop them. She hums against him, chuckling and starts to buckle her hips making him moan even more. She rides him getting more and more aggressive. She starts to twist his nipples making him shake and moan harder and harder. Then she cums and collapses onto him while he hasn't cum. He tries to talk to her but she is asleep so he lies there, tied up and blindfolded, incredibly horny, crying to himself.
Still Bound
He wakes to silence and the smell of cold coffee. The bindings are still tight around his wrists, the blindfold still pressed against his eyes, and the space beside him on the mattress is empty and cool. His cock is still hard, a dull throb that hasn't faded, and he can feel the dried slick of her on his thighs and mouth. He hears a door open somewhere in the apartment, footsteps approaching, and he doesn't know what to expect or do. 'good morning' she says. He doesn't know what to answer. There is silence for a minute. Then he can't control himself and he starts to cry. She climes onto the bed, strokes his hair and shushes him. He tries to talk but can't and she says 'you look cute like this, all tied up, little slut'. Something in him breaks at being called a slut and he starts to beg her to fuck him. She teases him that he doesn't really mean it and he starts to cry and beg. She laughs and mounts him . She tells him to keep begging so he does. He begs her to make him cum. She chokes him. As he starts to lose conciseness she sticks her finger up his ass and he cums for the first time, passing out.