Bound For Submission

Chapter Two-3

A dark aspect in my eyes, I stared into them as my brain ordered my hands to shove the prick deeper still. Squeezing the soft substance as if there was a real c**k to squeeze with my inner muscles, the spasms didn’t stop. Driving the prick deeper still, I felt it hit bottom and deliver a small burst of pain, as if to say, "no more." But I wasn’t listening to caution. Not at that moment. Not so possessed. I wanted it wild. Taking the end of the vibrating cylinder, I pumped it inside hard, and then raising one foot to the end of the bed, my eyes captured the obscene reflection of myself as I f****d myself to orgasm.

Such a slut, I heard my own opinion of my alter ego come down on me with a decree. Even that didn’t dissuade me. Some dark animal in my soul had happily exchanged places with the normal me. And the thought of Nathan in the background viewing it all made the satisfaction more perfect. Strange, that I cared what he thought, stranger still that I had the most desperate desire to bare my soul and body for him.

With the orgasm, the image in the mirror shattered, but not my memory of it. Twelve hours later the memory was still vivid. But by then, I’d compartmentalized it as something done only in the heat of s*x, behind closed doors, safely tucked away in the whispers and shadows.