Surrendered Desire - Sex Stories

Surrendered Desire

... Roddy was unlike them – his unwavering loyalty providing some solace amidst the maelstrom of my sentiments.

"Roddy," I whispered, feeling the confined fervour pressing against me, "I need you to understand how much your presence means to me."

"Jules," he responded with a soft inflection, "It's a pleasure to be at your service."

"Kneel," I commanded, directing Roderick to position himself below me. His gaze remained steadfast as he complied, a reflection of the bond we've formed. With every movement, I could sense his yearning for release from the cage that imprisoned him.

"Please," he begged, "allow me to pleasure you."

"Very well," I agreed, my pulse racing as Roderick guided me onto the plush bed, his strong hands guiding my legs apart. My body trembled in anticipation as his warm breath tickled my inner thighs, making me shiver with desire. He knelt between my legs, his chastity cage gleaming in the soft light and serving as a constant reminder of his submission to me. Every touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine, and igniting a fire within me that could not be contained.

As his skilled tongue trailed along every inch of my trembling body, a primal heat ignited within me, and all my worries and doubts evaporated. In their place, an insatiable craving took hold, driving me to the brink of euphoria. The intense sensations only intensified as Roderick's fingers danced and caressed, guiding me towards a thunderous peak that shook me to my core. ...

... Amidst the throes of passion, he whispered sweet declarations of love and devotion, each word igniting a new spark within my soul.

"Julie," he whispered, "I'm yours completely and utterly."

Even as I lay in his arms, my heart was in turmoil. I couldn't keep this secret any longer - Roderick deserved to know the truth. But the thought of losing him, of shattering our delicate bond, made my voice shake as I finally spoke the words: "I have to tell you... there have been other men." My chest tightened with fear and guilt, but I knew it had to be said.

His eyes met mine, searching for any hint of deception. "Do they satisfy you like I do?" he asked, his tone tinged with both despair and hope.

"Each lover possesses their own unique qualities," I admitted, my words dripping with a hint of melancholy. "But your unwavering devotion to me... it sets you apart from the rest." I could feel the weight of uncomfortable truth pressing on my chest, threatening to escape. I refrained from mentioning that both Duncan and Arthur were technically much, much better lovers than he was. After all, what I truly craved was not just skill in bed, but genuine and devoted love. A love that transcended mere physical pleasure. But for now, I would settle for his undying loyalty. As long as he kept worshipping at my feet, I could continue to play the role of adored mistress without revealing my true desires.

In that moment, I saw something shift within Roderick, a newfound understanding of ...