The pitter patter of gentle rain on the roof awoke him from sleep. Yawning and stretching, he blithely rolled to the right, and as always, he felt his breath catch. Eyes roving lasciviously over her prone form. She was curled up like a cat, facing away from him. Just a smooth shoulder peeking out from the comforter and stray dark curls contrasting against the white of the bedding. Carefully and deliberately, he pulled the comforter away from her. She shivered slightly with her naked body being exposed to the cool air in the room but remained asleep, still too spent from his demands during the night. His fingers began to trace her curvy lines and oh so soft skin. He always loved how deliciously soft and sensitive her skin was. He could see the red outline of where his fingers had gripped her arm viciously, reddish purple hickies peppering her sides and shoulders. Lower still, his eyes and fingers traveled to the curves of her ass cheeks covered in large, reddened, and slightly swollen patches from the onslaught of the paddle. She whimpered softly, as his fingers traced the still painful lines of welts, from his methodical administration of the riding crop on the back of her thighs.
Lowering his head, he began to trace the same path, but this time, with his tongue instead. That started to rouse her from her sleep, evident from the soft weak moans escaping her lips. She still was turned away from him. That wouldn’t do. In one fluid motion he moved himself over her. Not touching just yet, but looming over her, keeping her entrapped. At this point she was awake, but still exhausted. She turned her head to look at him, smiling weakly but also with trepidation as he gazed back intently. “Good morning”, she whispered sweetly, “I wanted to sleep in a little more”. He didn’t answer, just stared at her with that ravenous look that melted and terrified her at the same time. She turned her body to lie flat on her back, wincing at the soreness of her muscles. With her front fully exposed to him now, he could see the remaining impact of his work. The outlines of the collar around her neck, the tender bruises on her full breasts, the imprint of the shibari ties on her torso. His mouth watered.
It was this. This is what he enjoyed the most. The after. She was like his muse, her body his canvas. Nothing made him more carnal than seeing this the morning after. Much to her chagrin, although she couldn’t help but love it as well.
He kissed her softly. “You know what I want”.
“I really can’t V-“, he cut her off, probing her mouth with his tongue roughly. “I don’t care”, he chuckled darkly. He spread her legs apart with his knee. Her pussy was was still sore and raw from the night before, so she squirmed underneath him trying to bring her knees back together but to no avail. He wrapped his fingers around her throat, kissing her over and over and squeezing her throat until she was completely breathless. At this point his rock hard erection was pressing against her core. Despite her exhaustion and pain, she couldn’t help but get more wet. She loved it when he took her like this in the mornings, more possessed than the night before. He stared hard into her eyes for a moment and with low growl, thrust his throbbing cock into her tender pussy. She screamed.
Hoarse and cracking, but she screamed. His cock stretching her tight, sore cunt, the lips gripping his wide shaft. He pulled back and with another snarl, rammed back into her. She started to sob, but only got wetter. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, he pounded into her hard, keeping a brutal rhythm. Her eyes rolled back and he slapped her. “Don’t look away from me”. She looked at him, absolutely stricken and lost, mouth slightly agape, switching between moans and screams. Over and over he slammed into her, never looking away from her eyes. He pushed her hips up more and that sent her over the edge, her body convulsing under him and she rode the orgasm. Gripping her throat even tighter, so she could barely even whimper, he fucked her harder. She was his. His fuck toy. His muse.
With almost a roar he emptied himself inside her. She felt his thick hot ropes of cum deep inside her as he came, her name escaping his lips over and over again. Collapsing to the side of her he pulled her to him. Smothering her in kisses and whispering the sweetest nothings in her ear. As her sobs and rapid breathing subsided, he snuggled closer, nuzzling her gently.
“Mochi pancakes for breakfast?”
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