We weren’t always Sub and Dom. We began as FWB… Entwined as lovers briefly… Split ways.
Somehow we always seemed to be standing on opposite sides of the same doorway.
I can’t remember how it started, I just remember jumping in the shower at almost 2 am. Gunning it to his apartment, excited. Nervous. Wet.
All because he sent me one single text.
“”Come over.”
I didn’t realize it then, but lookingn in his eyes now I know. It’s all for him.
Anything my Master wants. Anytime.
I don’t remember a everything from that night. Except the urge to please him. The need to get used by him.
Eventually there was no talking. Just breathing. Raising my hips, on the couch, so he could take my pants off.
Letting him remove my shirt, his voice drenched in lust, telling me my tits were his favorite.
His tongue, gliding from just under thr slope of my mound, hard… up over my nipple. Biting. Sucking. Traveling up towards my collarbone, my breath caught in my throat. Hand reaching for his cock… his tongue on my neck.
Gasps.
In the kitchen, being bent over everything at waist level, his hands roaming my body… his pants on the ground…
We ended up on the living room floor, a tangled panting mess… straddling my face, blowing his load all over.
Intense. Fast.
We went outside to smoke, it was late. Too late. The sub almost rising, saying I had to leave.
Neither of us said anything for a moment. Just stared at each other.
I felt his fingers, teasing the tops of my jeans. Sliding in gently, pulling them down slightly.
“We shouldn’t …” I started.
“Shut up…” he said, turning. His fingers tugging my pants. Leading me back upstairs.
We were barely in the door and he had me completely naked, tossing my clothes away into the dark.
“Lay down..” he demanded, undressing. “On your back…”
My body and mind were on autopilot. My eyes glued to him, blazing with passion, feeling him tilt my head back, my mouth opening on it’s own.
His fingers probing and teasing my pussy as he fucked my throat, balls deep. My moans mixed with my gags.
“Turn over…” “On your side….” “Ride me….” his voice took control over my body, struck every nerve down my spine as he pummeled his cock into my from any and all position.
Fucking me hard, like a depraved animal. Licking and kissing my body the entire time.
I don’t know how many times I came, but the next thing he said changed me… Made me cum harder than ever.
“How does this feel, my slut…” I involuntarily moaned. “You like getting railed like this, like a fucking whore. MY whore…?” The emphasis on MY shot straight through my brain, down to my pussy. I screamed.
YES.
“Do you like being my slut?” “YYYEEESSS!!” Gasping.. panting.. everytime he spoke I came again.
“Turn around…” I felt his cock, splitting open my asshole.
“Fuck me… fuck my little ass…” I begged.. the pain overpowered by his power over me.
He flipped me over after that, his eyes fierce. Piercing my soul.
“You love fucking me Mina?” He asked, pummeling me again. All I could do was groan, our eyes locked. “You’re such a slut, letting me fuck you like this.”
Pumping away, my whole body felt on fire.
And then he leaned in and whispered directly into my ear.
“I love you. My good girl…”
My body felt like it exploded, every orgasm I had already had went off again.
I didn’t even register him telling me to clean myself off him, just felt myself immediately drop to my knees. Worshipping his cock.
Eyes locked, feeling him explode into my mouth.
I hadn’t seen him since that night. But looking at him now, the burning inside us heating the frigid winter air.
I know now… when I left him that night I gave him my heart. My soul. My passion.
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