â C H L O E â
Being submissive is finding a kind of peace in letting go and beauty in trusting. It's not about giving up control, but about choosing to trust someone enough to surrender willingly, with love. Submission doesn't mean losing oneself to someone else's desires; it's allowing yourself to lean into a love that feels safe and steady. It's giving a part of yourself with trust and care, knowing that in being vulnerable, you're actually showing your deepest strength.
My arms clung tightly to Quinn's neck, my legs wrapped around her hips as she effortlessly carried me upstairs. We were both wearing bathrobes, yes, still fresh from washing each other in the shower. Our lips were still locked together as we reached my room. Quinn pressed my back against the wall, her body pressing against mine, our mouths tasting each other with an urgency that felt electric. Our lips twirled, teasing and sucking, savoring the sweetness of the moment. Groans and moans mingled as we explored each other, hungry for more. Our eyes sparkled with lust, desire, and love, a fiery eagerness to share this moment, to be lost in each other completely.
Quinn continued carrying me until she gently placed me on the edge of the bed. As our lips parted, she tilted her head to the side, her gaze falling on the table near the footboard. There, a spread of food I had prepared awaited us: a bowl of popcorn, pizza bread, nachos with queso dip, refreshing lemonades, and strawberries and a caned whipped cream. Her smile widened at the sight before she turned her attention back to me.
"Did you really go through the trouble of preparing all this, gorgeous?" she asked, her cheeks flushing with delight.
I hummed, shrugging slightly. "Not much. I just thought we could watch a movie and chill while you're here."
"Mmm... Sounds fun. What do you have for dessert?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.
"Strawberries and whipped cream," I replied, my voice light.
She hummed again, but this time with a teasing lilt. "Not sweet enough, gorgeous."
My eyebrows furrowed as I crossed my arms, feigning annoyance. "Yeah? Sorry, that's all I have right now. You should've told me what you wanted beforehand," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
She gently cupped my cheek, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Oh! I'll tell you what I want for dessert in a few," she teased. I was momentarily confused, but my thoughts scattered as she took my hands and pulled me to my feet.
Her hands slipped inside my robe, fingers gliding over my skin with a featherlight touch, exploring every inch of my upper body. She traced circles on my belly and waist with one hand while the other softly caressed my breast, sending shivers down my spine.
Leaning in closer, she planted tender kisses on my shoulder before moving to my neck, where she left bite marks and suckled my skin gently. Her warm breath brushed against my skin, and the feel of her body grazing against mine was intoxicating. Each touch and kiss was overwhelming, igniting a fire within me that I could hardly contain.
Her lips traveled up to my ear, grazing against my skin before she playfully bit it, then slowly nibbled, sending waves of warmth and tingles throughout my body. The gentle caress of her fingers made my hair stand on end, every touch igniting a spark within me.
"Can I skip the rest of the food and go straight to dessert, gorgeous?" Her voice was low and seductive, her breath brushing against my skin and intensifying my desire.
A soft moan slipped from my lips as I instinctively bit down on my lip, trying to suppress the pleasure. "I thought that wasn't sweet enough for you, Quinn?" I managed to reply, my breaths coming out in gasps, my heart racing at the intensity of the moment.
Quinn's gaze deepened, her eyes dark and intense as she watched me with a look that sent my pulse racing. "Yeah, I'm not talking about what's on the table, gorgeous. I have a different dessert in mind, something I want far more than what's in there." She licked her lips, her grey eyes dilated with anticipation.
Curiosity and excitement buzzed through me, her words tugging me into the moment. "What dessert do you want?" I breathed, already feeling the heat rise within me.
A small grin formed on her lips. Her arm slipped around my back, the other tilting my chin up so that our lips brushed lightly, just enough to leave me craving more. "You, baby. You're my dessert." She bit my lower lip, letting a soft groan escape.
A surge of warmth spread through me, her words igniting a fire inside, a thrill so intense it left me dizzy with anticipation. "I think I'd love that," I whispered, biting my own lip as the eagerness took hold.
Her grin widened, eyes softening with something deeper. "You trust me, gorgeous?" she murmured, her warm breath mixing with mine, so close I could feel her heartbeat.
Without hesitation, I nodded, breath catching as I whispered, "I do, Quinn."
With a delicate touch, she loosened the tie on my robe, her fingers tracing down my shoulders as she let the silk fabric slip from my skin and rest softly on the bed. Her hands returned to me, this time guiding me back in slow, gentle movements, until I felt the cool wood of my canopy bed's post against my back.
"Stay still, baby," she whispered, her voice tender but filled with intent. She stepped away briefly, picking up the robe from the bed, her gaze steady as she moved back toward me. She stood in front of me, and even as my mind raced, I couldn't deny the thrill building inside me. I waited, impatient but eager, wondering what she had in mind. Her fingers slipped around the belt of the robe, freeing it, and then her gaze lifted to meet mine with a spark in her eye.
"Be a dear and put your hands behind the post on your back, gorgeous," she murmured, her tone soft yet commanding. My eyes widened as her intent became clearâshe wanted to tie me to the bed's post, standing there before her. A whirlwind of excitement and nervousness swirled within me, but I didn't hesitate. I took a deep breath and moved my hands behind the post, trusting her completely as anticipation pulsed through me. She stepped closer, holding the belt gently in her hand, her gaze soft yet intense. "May I?" she asked, her voice laced with both care and anticipation. I took a moment to take her in, her sincerity, her gentleness, and then I gave a slow nod.
She smiled reassuringly. "Promise me you'll tell me if it's uncomfortable, okay?" Her tone was soft, a mix of warmth and authority, and I felt my heart race. Unable to find words, I simply nodded again, my breath catching as I waited.
She moved slowly, her touch gentle as she looped the belt around my wrists, securing them to the post behind me with a softness that matched her gaze. Her hands lingered, giving a reassuring squeeze before stepping back to admire her work, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.
"Comfortable?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her concern. I took a deep breath, nodding again, unable to trust my voice to speak. A mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirled through me, every fiber of my being attuned to her movements, her presence, the way she looked at me.
She placed her hands on my shoulders, her fingers trailing down my arms, feather-light and electrifying. "Good," she murmured, tracing her way down to my waist, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt the warmth of her hands as they moved, as if every touch left a lingering heat on my skin. She leaned in, her breath brushing against my cheek, lips so close they barely grazed my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"I want you to relax," she whispered, her voice laced with care and a hint of something deeper. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my hips, grounding me, and my body instinctively responded, a subtle twitch under her touch that drew a quiet, knowing chuckle from her. She brushed my hair back, clearing it from my shoulder.
"Tilt your head to the side, gorgeous. Let me see your neck." Her words were like a warm command, and I obeyed, tilting my head, heart pounding as I bared my neck for her gaze. Her eyes darkened with that familiar intensity as she whispered, "Good girl. Now, stay still... don't move."
She stepped behind me, and though I couldn't see her, I could hear her movements as she approached the table. When she returned, my breath caught. She held a can of whipped cream, a mischievous glint sparking in her eyes. She bit her lip, letting her gaze wander over me, her appreciation almost tangible. That spark in her eyes told me everything, a playful glint mingling with desire, and my own anticipation grew, spreading warmth throughout me as I waited, captivated.
â Q U I N N â
A submissive heart is not a weak one; it beats boldly, finding strength in the hands of trust. Finding freedom in trust, not in dominance; it thrives when it's honored, protected, and seen. Submission is not about obedience but rather about the willingness to connect deeply and let another person in. It's not about giving up power but about sharing it, believing that the heart will be held and cared for with tenderness.
I couldn't help but stare in admiration and amusement as Chloe unhesitatingly agreed to let me tie her up on her bed. She trusted me completely, allowing me to take control of this moment. God! I love her; I want to scream her name from the rooftops. My heart swelled with the desire to ensure she felt comfortable and safe, to show her that I would never hurt her again. I wanted to make her feel incredible-her heart racing, her chest heaving, her body twitching, her toes curling, and her eyes rolling back in pleasure. I wanted to do good by her.
I moved closer to her, her head still tilted to the side, but I could see her eyes locked onto mine. Slowly, I lifted the can of whipped cream, bringing it closer to her neck. Gently, I pressed the nozzle and squeezed out a little whipped cream onto her skin. Her soft chuckle was contagious, and I couldn't help but laugh along with her. Leaning in, I let my mouth consume the cream from her skin. I heard Chloe gasp and moan, igniting a fire of desire within me.
I leaned back and cradled her chin, tilting her face to meet mine. She licked her lips, and I felt a rush of longing as I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Part your lips slightly, gorgeous," I asked softly. She obeyed, her emerald green eyes never leaving mine. I slowly brought the whipped cream to her lips, squeezing out a little onto her lower lip. I couldn't help but lick my own lips at the sight of her, feeling a twinge of jealousy at how the cream rested so comfortably on her mouth. Her eyes were captivating, filled with a magnetic pull of desire.
In an instant, I captured her lip with my mouth, sucking away the whipped cream and savoring its sweetness. But even that cream couldn't compare to how sweet, delicious, and addictive her lips were. She moaned against my mouth, reciprocating the kissâa fiery, hungry, and intense exchange that gave me the heebie-jeebies. Our lips moved together in perfect harmony as our kiss deepened.
"Now this is what I call a great fucking dessert," I said, my breath catching as our lips finally parted.
Chloe's lips were still slightly parted, and I could see her trying to catch her own breath. "Then what are you waiting for? Ravish me, Quinn," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction and making my desire flare even more.
I slowly lifted one of her legs, gently placing it on the mattress in a kneeling position, while her other leg remained straight and steady on the floor. I took my time, lifting the can of whipped cream and began to spread portions across her bodyâstarting with her shoulder, then trailing down to her collarbone, before lingering over her cleavage. I moved on to both of her nipples, her belly, and then down her thighs, finally a generous amount at her wet pussy.
"You might need to take another shower later, gorgeous," I teased, my voice low and playful.
"I don't fucking care, Quinn. Eat me all you want, baby," she replied, her eyes pleading for me to take the next step.
"With pleasure, baby," I grinned, feeling a rush of excitement as I slowly knelt down.
My lips began grazing along her kneeling leg, resting on the mattress as my mouth started to take away the cream from her skin. I could already hear her moan softly as I continued down to her other leg, which remained straight and steady on the floor. I let my tongue slip out, licking the cream off in a slow, deliberate motion, trailing it all the way up her thigh.
"Oh God! Quinnâ" Her back arched, and her eyes shut tight as she felt my warm tongue against her skin.
"You taste damn sweet, gorgeous. Even without this whipped cream on you," I whispered, looking up at her. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting mine, a smile creeping across her lips. I leaned closer to her cream-covered, wet pussy, my tongue ready to explore. As I made contact with her skin, her lips parted, and her eyes remained locked on mine, filled with need, begging for more.
I let my tongue graze between her folds, and she moaned again, biting her lip as her hips started to twitch in response. I could see the desperation building in her gaze, and I didn't want her to wait any longer. I brought my mouth down and devoured the whipped cream covering her swollen, aching pussy. Instantly, her back arched again, and louder moans escaped her lips as I hungrily savored every inch of her.
I took my time savoring her, each taste more intoxicating than any sweet whipped cream or dessert there could ever be. Her wet, dripping pussy was pure bliss, and I lost myself in it. I focused on her clit, sucking it gently then my tongue slid back and forth between her folds.
"Fuck! Baby, please!" Chloe's voice trembled, her hips shaking beneath my grip. I tightened my hold on her hip with one hand to keep her steady, feeling the urgency in her request, but I wasn't ready to give her everything just yet. Instead, I hardened my tongue and slid it deep inside her, letting it explore her warmth.
With my other hand, I began rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her moans filled the room, echoing my actions as my tongue moved in and out, swirling and teasing within her. The sounds of her pleasure drove me wild, igniting a fire within me that I could hardly contain myself.
The whipped cream on her body began to drip, the heat radiating from her skin melting it away faster. I pulled back for a moment to gaze up at her, and my heart raced at the sight: her eyes shut tight, lips still parted in blissful abandon. "You're the best, sweetest dessert I've ever tasted, gorgeous. I can never get enough of you." A mischievous grin spread across my face as I placed a gentle kiss on her clit before trailing my mouth up her belly.
My tongue traced every inch of her whipped cream-covered skin, savoring the sweetness, making sure not to waste a single drop. Her chest heaved up and down, and I could see her struggling to maintain control, her arms tense from being tied behind her. My tongue danced from her belly button up to her cleavage, making sure to savor every drop of the melting cream. "You taste so sweet, baby," I whispered against her skin, feeling her shiver at my words.
As I reached her breasts, I started with one, licking the melted cream that dripped beneath it, then sliding my tongue up to her pink, hardened nipple. I devoured it completely, feeling her breath hitch as I twirled and teased my tongue around her sensitive peak. Switching to her other breast, I licked off the remaining cream before sucking her nipple into my mouth, delighting in the sweet taste of her skin.
With my free hand, I gently caressed her other breast, pinching her nipple with my index and middle fingers while my mouth busied itself with the other. I nibbled, gently biting and sucking, drawing out the sweetness from her, eager to explore every inch of her delectable body.
"Quinn... P-Please." Her voice trembled as she begged. I knew exactly what she wanted, but I was taken aback when she suddenly wrapped her steady leg around mine, pulling me closer and pressing her thigh against my own.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly, amused by her eagerness. "Very impatient, are we, gorgeous?" I grinned, leaning in to lick the last remnants of whipped cream from her collarbone and shoulder. My tongue traveled up her neck and finally brushed against her ear. "Beg nicely. Tell me what you want, baby," I whispered, my hand resting on her wet pussy without moving.
"Fuck me, Quinn. Pleaseâ" Her voice quaked with need, desperation, and lust as she released my leg, placing her foot firmly back on the floor.
I hummed in response, my fingers beginning to trace her folds, spreading her delicious wetness. Without warning, I slid my index and middle fingers into her screaming wet pussy, feeling her warmth envelop me. Fuck! She's so wet and warm! I thought, feeling her dripping inside. I leaned back to meet her gaze, then crushed my lips against hers, surrendering to the intoxicating moment.
Her body arched, pressing eagerly against mine, and I wrapped my other arm around her back, holding her close. My fingers dominated inside her, thrusting harder and deeper, coaxing moans from her as our tongues danced in a passionate battle. Her hips moving in sync with my thrusts. I could tell she was so turned on, her desire evident as she sucked my tongue, nibbling and playfully biting my lower lip. I let her, reveling in how incredible she felt beneath my touch.
My fingers found her sweet spot, stroking her inner walls just right, eliciting louder, longer moans from her mouth.
"Baby, I'm getting close. Don't stop, please," she pleaded, her walls tightening around my fingers. I pushed deeper, thrusting harder as my pace quickened, driving her wild. My thumb worked in circles on her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Her hips began to move faster, her leg stiffening against the floor as her chest heaved with breathless gasps.
Damn! This sight of her is driving me insane! I thought, feeling the heat building between my own thighs. I pressed my hips against hers, rubbing myself against her in a delicious rhythm. She quickly caught on, pressing her hips more in between my thighs and rubbing it against meâagainst my throbbing clit, in perfect sync with my thrusts.
"Fuck! Chloe! You're so damn good!" I gasped, my breath shaky as it mingled with hers. The heat between us was overwhelming, building like a storm, and I could feel the tension coiling tighter, urging us both toward ecstasy.
Our warm breaths mingled, our bodies moving together in a rhythm of pure ecstasy. I watched as her eyes fluttered, rolling back in sheer bliss, sending my own urge for release surging closer. The sight of Chloe lost in the moment, her hips grinding against me, pushed me to the edge.
"Quinn! IâI'm coming, baby!" she stuttered between moans and gasps, her voice laced with desperation.
"Come with me, Chloe," I urged, pressing myself harder against her rocking hips, feeling the intensity build as my hand maintained its relentless pace inside her.
Her eyes rolled back completely, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she ground her hips faster against me. In that moment, our moans, heavy breaths, and deep groans echoed throughout the room, merging into a symphony of shared ecstasy. We both reached our climax, our bodies trembling together in unison. My body shook alongside hers, but I held her tightly, ensuring she felt secure as we both caught our breaths, trying to steady ourselves after savoring the wild pleasure that had just enveloped us.
As my breathing steadied, I carefully untied her hands, checking her wrists to ensure she hadn't been hurt. Chloe placed her hands on my face, fingers brushed against my face, and she pulled me in close, capturing my lips in a deep, slow, passionate kiss that sent warmth through my entire being.
"You never cease to amaze me, Quinn Grey," she said, a soft chuckle escaping her lips, her eyes sparkling with affection.
"I guess I'll have to keep raising the bar then, huh?" I chuckled softly, gently placing my hands on her face.
Chloe looked exhausted, too drained to make it back to the bathroom. So, I decided to grab a wet towel and carefully wiped her body, making sure to remove every trace of whipped cream. After that, we settled onto her bed, where she rested her head against my shoulder, her arm wrapped around my waist. In that peaceful moment, we shared a sense of calm together, savoring the warmth and closeness between us.
Author's Note:
*** I literally consumed almost 2 liters of water writing this chapter... Lol! ð ***