As I lay motionless, absorbed in thought and distracted by the speculations of what tomorrow would bring. It was dark, but not dark enough to hide his silhouette as he crossed the doorway into the bedroom.
I could smell him before he neared the bed, the sweet scent of cologne mixed with sweat from a long day. A scent that I had grown to associate with dark nights, cut by the sound of gasping breaths.
Tonight, I knew I wanted him before he even arrived. I was wearing a nice set of red lingerie, I picked them out specifically with him in mind. I had waited, distracted perhaps but also attentive to his arrival.
As he approached, I could sense a difference in his demeanor: something strong and dark that wanted out. It wasn’t stated, but the minute I felt his touch on my arm, I knew it was there – awaiting it’s escape and brought to life through action.
His touch on my arm began to get firmer, more direct and intentional: the tension tightened as his fingers grasped my arm, pulling me up from my restless state.
In one quick motion, he pulled me up and flipped me over. He twisted my arm back and leaned forward to whisper in my ear: “I’m going to make you beg.” A small, half-smile, crawled across my lips as I felt his hand grab at my underwear and tear the right side – leaving half of the panties hanging from my left leg.
With my ass open and bare, he pulled his hand back swiftly, striking my ass – leaving a red mark branding his ownership. From there his hand grabbed my wrist: flipping me back over, he pulled my wrists up – extended above my head and pinned them down straddling my chest. I could see his cock directly in front of my face.
As I layed in compliance, pinned to the bed, he left my hands laying flat on the bed as he moved them around my ears. He spoke: “You slut, you don’t deserve shit. You have been nothing but disobedient lately. Let’s see if you can earn satisfaction tonight. I want you to suck my fucking cock and show me just how fucking good you will be from now on.”
Looking up at him, I responded, “I promise, I will do whatever you want. I’m so sorry I disobeyed you. Please, make me earn it.” As the words trailed off, I held my mouth open to invite his cock in compliance. With that I felt his cock sinking in deep as it slid to the far reaches of my throat.
The impact hurt but the taste and tension as it throbbed was met with obedience and enthusiasm. I felt my saliva come to action as he began to thrust, deeper and deeper penetrating my throat. I can hardly breathe as the movement quickens, I hear him let out a moan of satisfaction as he begins to pull out.
When my throat clears and he returns to his position above me. Hesitantly, I speak, “Please, Master. That wasn’t enough. I can do better. I’m so sorry. I should have tried harder. Give me another chance to prove my obedience.”
His hands move to my throat as he pulls me close to his face, “You fucking birtch, you couldn’t make me cum if you sucked my cock all night.” I begin to mumble an argument but his hand leaves my throat, slapping hard against my cheek. The shock of pain releases a tear and some panic. “I promise, I won’t let you down. You can do whatever you want to me. Just let me prove it.”
He presses me tight against the bed by my shoulders, moving his face down towards mine, he nears my lips and speaks, “You better, you fucking whore.” His breath on my lips heightens my arousal, as I feel the moisture between my legs thicken in desperation for his cock.
As he moves his head away he grabs my head and I feel his cock enter the moisture of my mouth again. I can taste the salt of his precum as his dick slides past my tongue and down my throat. The thrust screaming, “Take my fucking cock you whore. This is the only thing your mouth is fucking good for.” As he says the words, I can tell the domination is getting him closer to an orgasm. Close enough that he begins to pull out.
He says, “Good, that was better but I think that we should really make you learn.” He begins to flip me over on my stomach, laying me flat on my stomach, he grabs my wrists, pulling them together behind my back, I feel a rope tighten around my wrists.
As the tightness restricts, my arms above my butt, laying tight on my back. After knotting, he slaps my ass again. Spitting on his hand he moistens his cock and shoves it deep in my ass. Despite the moisture, I feel the tearing as I feel him fill me deep, but his cock demands more. Without words I can tell he wants to cum.
At this point, I’m ready to comply. I organize my thoughts and begin to speak, “Please, I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to make you cum so much. Please.” He grabs my hips and flips me over. “You don’t deserve it you bitch. I will give it to you if you beg like you mean it.”
“Please, I want to make you cum and I need your cock so that I can cum with you. I will do anything you want if you will please use me like the slut that I am.”
“Better” he speaks in a firm voice. Separating my legs to finally fulfill my requests, I feel him penetrate deep inside my pussy as the moisture trickles down in suspense of this welcoming feeling. I’m tight and warm with anticipation as he lets a sigh escape his lips.
He thrusts and I grunt in pleasure. “Oh, Jesus, I love your fucking cock. You’re so deep. You’re so big. Thank you, thank you.” I squeal as he goes deeply and begins to bite his lip. “I will fill you with my cum like the slut you are.” He continues to thrust until I feel the cum fill me. As he groans with intensity.
The release heightens my experience as I begin to embrace the feeling and begin to tremble in pleasure. Suddenly the wave overcomes me and I can feel the orgasm and tingle cover my body. It’s euphoric and incredible.
I begin to scream “YES! Oh my God, you feel so fucking good inside me.”
When he finishes he begins to stand up. He grabs the other side of my panties, still hanging from my left leg and tosses them at me as he begins to walk away he yells back, “Now fucking clean yourself up.”
With pleasure, I do as I am told.
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