Her back straightens. She starts to breathe quicker, her body trembling with each breath. Her nipples harden and and her clit starts to tingle.
He’s here….
She feels his gaze burning into her where she kneels, waiting for him like he told her to. She is blindfolded, hands behind her back. She looks so beautiful in that position. Obedient. Content. She has the tiniest of smiles on her face knowing that he is enjoying just watching her.
He slowly walks into the room, admiring his property. His slut. His princess. His desire. No one knew the mess she was when he found her. Stubborn, obstinate, broken and mouthy. Fuck was she mouthy! But in time he had taught her what her mouth was really for. He shook his head at the amount of punishments he had to give to conquer the brat in her, but when he really wanted something he didn’t give up. He always got what he wanted.
As he walks past her he let’s his fingers graze against her shoulder and chuckles as she gasps. He loves how his touch still excites and scares her. He could already smell the sweet scent of her coming from between her thighs. She’s hungry to please. He remembered when she used to cringe when he moved to fast. She had been abused so much she had come to expect it. He had told her that he didn’t abuse the things he cared about. He took care of his toys. He may treat them roughly but he always took great care of them when he was done. That’s what he had done with her and look how beautiful she was now.
This woman who was hell bent on bucking against every rule he had set for her, who argued and cursed and kept this bitter look in her eye when she looked at him had finally given up what she clung to so desperately, her pride, and had given it to him. How he relished in the moment when she realized how powerful and beautiful and intoxicating and free she was when she was kneeling before him. She needed him to show her her worth. To accept what she saw in the mirror and to become the best version of herself that she could be.
And he needed her….oh yes he needed her to live out every fantasy he had. To be completely and unashamedly 100% himself. She accepted him. Without judgment and reservation. Just a healthy dose of fear. She let him be the man he always knew he could be. He needed her. Not that he would ever tell her, but he knew that she knew it.
As he sat on the bed in front of her and pulled him to her, she let her mind go blank. She let herself be carried away in the pleasure that she felt whenever she was with him. Serving him. Hearing him say how he thought about her that day. How he couldn’t stop thinking about her mouth around his cock, made her almost drunk with ecstasy.
He craved her. HER. As soon as he got home all he wanted was HER. Knowing this always made her smile. She belonged to him. And he to her. They were bonded in a way that no one else was or could ever be or ever know. She was his every desire. His every dirty thought. His porn star. His stress relief. His playground and she loved being all things and more to him.
Some might call her a whore. A slut. A live version of a blow up doll. Just some dumb bitch to be used and fucked and tossed away. In fact, that’s what she used to think, but then he came along and showed her what she TRULY was. She was mesmerizing, she was captivating, she was what every woman wished they could be.
She was HIS.
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