*’I must be crazy’*, she thought *’ This is the worst idea I have ever had…’* It had been weeks since she last saw him, and that was a teary eyed affair as she told him goodbye. But here she was, about to knock on his door. *’Maybe he isn’t here. MAYBE if I knock quietly, he won’t hear.’* Torn between sending him mixed signals, and filling the craving that she only trusted him to fill, she slowly raised her knuckles to rap on his door.
She waited for a count of three, but as she began to turn away to make her escape, the door opened. There he was, freshly showered, dressed in a tshirt, and sweats. It was if this unexpected visit wasn’t such a thing, until she saw the surprise in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, and stammered out a “hello!” before she placed one single finger to her mouth, signalling she needed him to be quiet. She then untied the belt to her overcoat, and held it open for him, so that he could see she was only dressed in her shoes, thigh highs, and the collar he had once given her.
He didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the leash to the collar, and pulled her inside. The second she heard the deadbolt slide home, she was roughly spun around, and pinned against the wall. His mouth was on hers in a flash; tongues sparring and dancing, as they kissed.
“God, I have missed y…”, she cut him off, with a finger on his lips, and dropped quickly to her knees, coat splaying open around her. Her hands, as always, placed palm up, on her lap. She said nothing. She wanted no words. She simply opened her mouth. The anticipation was killing her, and making her wet. He looked down at her, realizing what she was asking, and dropped his sweats a bit. His now free cock was still growing stiff, as she hungrily sucked it into her throat. She could feel it getting harder as she took him deeper, gagging on it.
*’This feels like home’,* she thought, but immediately chastised herself for it. This was just a means to an end; a cure to her hunger. At that moment, he pulled her up, leading her by the leash to his bed. He tugged the coat from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He left her standing there for a second, as he quickly retrieved his flogger from a dresser drawer. He pulled the leash, forcing her body to bend in half as she settled her hands on his mattress her ass up in the air. She tensed, waiting for the sting, but he was toying with her; merely trailing the leather strips of the flogger against her backside. She refused to speak, though. Even to beg, so she whimpered slightly, and was swiftly rewarded with the sting of leather striking ass.
He swung the flogger maybe a dozen times in total. Each impact coming harder, each bite of leather on flesh a bit more shocking. As quickly as he started, he stopped. Dropping the flogger, he began to gently rub the cheeks of her ass; his hands absorbing some of the heat from the angry welts that were already appearing. Then he swiftly spread her cheeks apart, revealing his favorite place to fuck her. He spit on her asshole, she was going to hate and love him for this tomorrow, before shoving his cock against it. Slowly, pressing it inside her. She gasped as he slid home, filling her up, and making her orgasm. He never failed to make her cum less than a dozen times when they would have sex. He wasn’t going to start now.
And then he fucked her. **TRULY fucked her.** All the anger, pain, sadness, hope, love, compassion, and every other emotion he had towards her came to the surface, as he pounded in and out of her spit lubed ass. She quickly lost count of her orgasms, as she could no longer tell where one ended, and the next began. It may have lasted for hours, or days, or merely minutes. She was beyond caring enough to try to tell. But she could sense his mounting orgasm. That is when he did the unexpected. Suddenly he pulled out of her ass, twisted her around and forced her to her knees, in one smooth motion, and let out a loud growl as he shot his sticky cum all over her face. She instinctively opened her mouth, but was a bit slow in doing so, and only was able to catch the last bit on her tongue.
He let go of her and sagged back, falling into his desk chair, clearly spent. He was smiling, and sweaty, and still smelled good. Those things stuck out to her, as she grabbed her coat, and stood up, quickly pulling it on to her shoulders. She reached up to her throat, and unbuckled the collar; the collar she had been so eager to earn from him. She stepped to him, his cum still dripping down her cheeks, and dropped the collar and leash into his lap. He stared at it, then at her, as she tied the belt to her overcoat, and without wiping off her face, or even saying goodbye, she left.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/beizx4/how_to_say_goodbye
This is hot, but I’m sad!