Seductive Domination
Copyright© 2025 by Wildfire7459
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young woman goes to the library, meets a stranger, and receives an education in Domination and submission, and loses her heart, when they leave together.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Fisting Oral Sex Sex Toys
I saw you watching me in the library, so I moved to another aisle and opened a large book in front of my face, but when I checked to see where you were, you were gone; disappeared. I returned my attention to reading and browsing, thinking nothing more of it than, Just my imagination.
I moved to the back of the room to peruse the magazine rack, and suddenly you were here, standing right here in front of me! You tore the magazine from my grip, tossed it onto a shelf, bent me backwards, and kissed me hard.
Even in my panic, I realized that I was letting you part my lips, letting you slowly, seductively, wrap your tongue around mine; seeking, deepening, demanding, and drawing me out.
With just a kiss, you blocked out my pale existence and made me feel what I have not for a very long time.
I was mystified, but wantonly returning your kiss, and I was astounded at myself, at you; a complete stranger, delivering the most passionate kiss I’ve ever received.
Then you pushed me into the alcove behind the back door, and I closed my eyes to my reality, as I let you, the fantasy of you, claim my desirous lips.
Roughly crushing me to you, you locked me into your embrace, even as I was still wondering if I dreamed you, but then you took my hand firmly in yours and issued one word,
“Come.”
I let you lead me out the back door, into your car, and then to your house, or what I hope is your house.
And you watched me as I wandered around your home, exploring my surroundings, your surroundings, touching the knickknacks, fondling the bric-a-brac, feeling everything, taking in all that I could discern about you. Suddenly, you moved deliberately across the room, closing the gap between us.
Instantly I retreated, knowing an innate fear of you, even as I denied my own longing, and I backed away quickly. I was unprepared for you to steal my breath again, and was entirely uncertain of what you wanted from me, or what you meant to take.
Without a word, you pinned me to the wall and I was assailed with panic. My eyes searched the room for the nearest and quickest exit, but you have my wrists tightly caught, pinned over my head, and pressed to the wall.
Seeing my eyes land on the doorknob lock, you removed your tie with one hand, binding my wrists together, and dragged me with you to turn the deadbolt, slamming it home.
You tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet your gaze.
“Tell me your name,” you commanded.
But I was shaking, unable to speak, and you drew me firmly into your arms; just holding me there, almost tenderly, and I replied timidly, whispering my name softly against your cheek.
Then you reached around me to find my dress zipper, and pulled it down sharply, letting the frock slip to the floor.
Stepping between my legs, you pushed my back to the wall. With my arms still pinned above me, you landed one long, soul-searing kiss to my lips.
Ever so slightly, I relaxed into your grip as fingers of lightning desire began in my belly, spreading through my pelvis, and crackling like frayed electrical wires; sparking fire all the way down to the nexus of me.
You pressed me against the wall, pushing your hard frame into me, as your lips devoured me; probing my mouth as soft, small whimpers escaped me.
Your deep, guttural, groan let me know how ready you were. Then I realized that you were not forcing me, not taking what I knew you wanted, but forcing my own desires, all but daring me to give into myself, and then give into you.
Feeling my trembling cease, you stepped back to hold me at arms length, watching my eyes register fear, shock, desire, and then blinding, white-hot need, which hit me like a slap to the face. And I let the dam break. I let myself need you; fiercely, overtly, and intensely. I let my deep down, entirely sexual heat, and something so much more, consume me.
Then you spoke for only the second time.
“You’re mine.”
Then you waited, pausing just long enough to watch those words rankle through mind and hit home, already knowing that you possessed me body and soul.
I stood, in stunned silence, considering the implications of your words, until your deep voice shook me out of it.
“Say it,” you whispered harshly.
But I couldn’t say those words, wouldn’t speak them aloud.
After a long moment, I leaned in to kiss you, and your lips and hands were on me, frantically touching, as though you meant to physically extract the words from me.
You were feeling and fondling, squeezing and kneading, soaking me in with all of your senses, and defining me with your lips, your fingers, hands, and palms.
The heat of your touch, your breath ragged against my cheek, your body pressed to mine, branded me your own, even as I railed against your sensuous assault, as much as I wanted to give into it.
Then you reached between my thighs. With a sharp intake of my breath, you stopped and laid your fingers against me there. Without moving an inch, you demanded once more,
“Say it.”