Kinky sex with my (20F) new dom (22M) [Slight BDSM]

This happened a few days ago, as we were laying outside in my hammock. It was the evening, and we were desperate to get away for some alone time. We were out in the open when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips into mine. His beard was digging into the skin around my lips, rubbing it raw and claiming what was rightfully his. His fingers were digging into my cheeks as I turned to press my body into his.

It didn’t matter where we were, or what we were doing, when he wants me, I give him me, and that was to be made clear to me today.

“Now, be a good girl and open your legs.” He commands. His hot breath is on my lips as they are reaching to return to his. I noticed his tone was hard as I pulled away, my eyes widened and were pouring into his, I was internally begging him not to ask this of me. But there was another part of me that wanted it so bad. I snapped my thighs shut and curled into the blankets surrounding us, burying my face in shame. I couldn’t let him do this, not in my hammock where anyone could walk by, where anyone could see.

“Taylor Rose, what did I just say?”

He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull off the blanket, and his tone is calm. I know that I should listen, because I promised him that I would, but my shame gets the best of me and I remain covered in the blanket, my body curled up into ball.

I feel the hammock sway and his hands find my hips, digging into my skin he pulls my body on top of his, angling my body so that my back is pressed against his chest.

“What did I say?”

Those words make me realize what I have done. My dom, who takes care of me and treats me so right had asked me to do something, and I let my pride get in the way. Before I can show him I am sorry, his right hand digs under the waistline of my shorts and grips my soaking pussy without remorse. His left hand is holding my body in place. Even though there is a blanket covering me from the waist down, I feel so exposed and vulnerable, but I can’t ask him to stop, I had already disobeyed once, I can’t imagine doing that to him again.

He’s torturing me. Moving his hands around my lips, tracing my clit but never letting me feel his touch. He thrusts one finger inside of me and quickly removes it. My hips thrust down in hopes to find his hand again, and I am left empty. He does this a few more times, my hips grinding into the air where I wish his hand would be, and my moans are stifled by his finger in my mouth. He’s made it clear what I have done and how I am going to be punished. He then begins to make it clear what I can do to make it better. He grinds his cock into my ass from below, and I can feel his hardness through my shorts. His hot breath is in my ear when he says:

“Can you feel me? Take me out, and stroke me.”

My body goes rigid on top of him, and without words, he throws my body off of his and our eyes meet, his fingers again, digging into my hips, and I know. I know that this is for my own good, for our own good. I run my hand up and down his entirety through his pants before pulling him out. I could feel him throbbing in my palm as I reach to cover us with the blanket, and he pulls it away. I take my hint, and start to feel the softness of his skin as I move my hand the way I know he likes, I pay special attention to the tip, rubbing my fingers up and down in smooth slow motions.

“Spit in your hand.” James pulls my hand from his cock and holds it in front of my face.

My eyes fall and all I do is whimper, I’ve never spit anywhere on my own (or anyone else’s) body before, why would I spit into my hand? Before I can gather all of these thoughts, I feel a sharp slap on my cheek.

“You be a good fucking girl, and spit in your hand.” He’d never struck me on my face before, and in that instant I knew I had really done myself in. Disobedience was high on my list today, and it was completely unintentional.

I nod my head and whimper “Ok” before making eye contact and spitting in my hand. It then finds his cock again, and begins to stroke him in full, slow strokes. I savor every inch of his cock and feel every ounce of his hardness in my hand as I focus on his pleasure, and his pleasure alone. His breath catches and my heart flutters, I love making him feel good, and I love doing what I can to pleasure his body with my own. I want so badly to take him into my mouth, and beg for him to be inside of me. I gasp when I hear laughter and footsteps. I see a group of people walking along the pathway a short distance from our hammock and with his pulsing cock in my hand and freeze.

“Don’t you fucking stop, I never said you could.” His lips are at my ear, murmuring my commands while nipping at my neck. He’s right, he never said I could stop, and one of our rules is that no matter how good I am feeling, I don’t stop unless he says I can. I resume with slight hesitation, my strokes are short and quick and his bite on my shoulder reminds me to obey. I return to my full, slow strokes, because I know what he likes. The people continue along the path and I see their heads turn in our direction, but my movements don’t stop. I had a long list of things I had already done to upset my Dom, I didn’t want this to be another one to be punished for.

His groans of approval are valuable to a dirty sub like me. His sweat and his pleasure are what get me off. I love when he slaps me and tells me how to make him happy. I love when I am able to earn the title “My girl.”

His cock is full and raging, and I want so badly to have it inside of me.

“Please?” The only word I can get out as I quicken my movements on his cock. He knows what that means; he knows that is my cry to have him inside of me. To be fucked and made his in the proper manner is my continuous goal, I want to feel him stretch me as he takes me from behind, and he knows I am desperate. He knows that someone like me wants to be claimed, and the only way I become his in the most pure way is when he has fucked me senseless, and came inside of me.

“What? I want to hear you say it.” His voice has no tone, it is purely a growl.

“Please, please, I want you inside of me.” I get out the words between breaths and my hips grinding into his leg. His dick never left my hand, and my hand is continuing its work as he goes in for a kiss. I might get what I want, if this kiss means yes.

The rain is pounding on the windshield as I am driving; James and I are racking our brains trying to figure out where we can fuck without being caught. I need him in any way I can get him, if that means mounting him in the passenger seat of my car in a parking lot, then that is how it will be. Jame’s hands are between my thighs, teasing my clit through my shorts, keeping me wet and ready to go. I love that he takes such good care of me, making sure that I am feeling consistent pleasure in our relationship, but at this moment, his hands are pushing me to the edge.

“The clubhouse.” I make it a statement, not suggestion as my mind immediately goes to my old workplace. I still had a key, and there were no cameras to be found. I take a sharp turn into the parking lot as James and I run for the door, this kind of sex can never wait. The kind where you’re starved for the other person, the kind that James and I always seem to have.

I push him back onto the couch with a kind of urgency that I usually don’t express. I’ve never needed someone’s body this bad, and it astounds me. My lips are nipping at his as I slide my drenched folds along the length of his cock. The ridges of his head hit my clit as I moan into his mouth.

“Let me hear it.” He bites at my mouth as he whispers those words. His hips thrust sharply and I can’t control the noises that I make. He drives me insane the way he owns my body, I can feel it in the way his hands tear at my skin and the perfect way his cock fills my pussy. It was made for him, and it feels that way with every thrust of our hips.

I take a second to feel him entirely inside me. Our eyes meet as we both moan at the feeling of each other. I can feel every inch of his cock, the veins, the movements, everything. I treasure times like this when he lets me mount him. When I get to ravage his cock for mine, grinding into him and using him with every ounce of energy I have. I love the way he looks at me, the way he sees my body in a way that I have never experienced before. I love being his sub, and more importantly, his girl.

I start moving my body and rolling my hips so that the tip of his dick hits my G-Spot. The flick of his rigid head gets me so wet, you can hear our movements more and more as our session goes on. I lean back and let my body roll onto his cock as he is deep inside of me, it feels like he is all the way in my stomach, he is so perfect and I can’t stop thinking about it.

“That’s my fucking girl.” James growls as he slaps my ass with both hands. I throw my head back and let out a scream.

Yes. I.love.being.his.girl.

“Yes James, Yes, I am yourssss.” My words are in moans as I quicken the pace of my hips. I want him to know how much I care, I want to show him with my body that I need him in more ways than one.

Before I know it, James stands and leads me to the pool table, and bends me over it. My heart is beating out of my chest, and I can feel my own wetness running down my thighs. I fucking need him like this. I need him ramming me from behind like I am some dirty whore. Which I am, but only for him.

He finds my opening with his head and wastes no time. FUCK. My hands slam into the pool table and his hips slap into my ass. I love when I can feel his balls hitting my clit, I love when he fucks me so hard that I lose my composure. I’ve never felt more owned, than in this moment. When his hands are on both of my shoulders and his fingers are digging into my skin because he is fucking me so hard. Our skin is slapping, I’m screaming his name and his is growling into my hair.

“I’m going to cum.” He hisses those words and twists my ponytail around his hand, jerking my head in his direction. I let out a scream and I can feel my pussy constrict around his cock, I love my hair pulled, I love being his fuck toy.

“Cum inside me baby, please, James, I want to feel you cum inside of me.” I’m begging desperately, my pitch is high and my pussy is being fucked raw. I can feel the urgent friction between our bodies and his pace is unreal. He digs his hands into my ass and I can feel the bruises already forming. He gives me one last deep thrust, and I can feel every ounce of hot cum shooting into my body. I’m his. He’s the only man who I’ve ever let cum on/inside of my body. I am his because he has marked me from the inside out.

I collapse onto the pool table as James pulls my legs apart and thrusts two fingers inside of me. I can hear the mixture of our fluids as his hands begin to annihilate my already freshly fucked cunt. He knows just how to work me over, and within seconds I am screaming and clawing at the pool table. He is clawing at my G-spot, and twisting and pulling his fingers in a way that hurts in the most beautiful way. My body is withering and I try to move my hips away, but his arms lock around my body. I had never came before at a man’s hand, and James was proving to me that it was about to change.

I didn’t want him to stop, but god I didn’t know what to do. I had never felt this heat in my body, his fingers are hitting me in places I had never experienced. That’s when my knees buckle and I scream his name. I feel my cunt tighten around his fingers as I pull him from inside of me and fall onto the floor. I had just had my first orgasm with a man, his just made me cum with his bare hands for the first time in my life. My body was trembling and my breath was laborious. My cunt was literally trembling from the beating it had just taken. I could smell the sex in the air and feel both of our cum drenching my legs as he wrapped his arms around my waist and joined me on the floor.

“That’s my good girl.” He kisses my forehead, and I know, this is how good sex is supposed to be.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3dsh94/kinky_sex_with_my_20f_new_dom_22m_slight_bdsm