[F]ucked, choked, and ordered to come

I had asked him earlier that weekend for some bruises, so it wasn’t really a surprise when he came into the bedroom where I was reading and ordered me to strip. It wasn’t that surprising that he started not with a hand in my hair, forcing my head down on his cock (that would come later), but with two fingers in my cunt, curling roughly upwards like he could make them touch the thumb he had on my clit.

He likes to watch me come.

He was still clothed, kneeling up in front of the chair where my naked body slouched, my upturned ass just on the edge of the seat, the perfect height for him to fuck me. We’ve had a lot of great sex in this chair. I hoped that that was happening next, in the moments I had a thought to spare between coming and remembering to breathe. His thumb was hard on my clit, fast and painful, the pain twisting into the pleasure.

His face was lit, when I managed to open my eyes, with an expression I never see outside of the bedroom (kitchen, bathroom … it’s a figure of speech). It’s a greedy, harsh joy, the selfish pleasure he takes in watching my body do his will, over and over. I didn’t know if he was thinking what I was — that a decade ago when we met my orgasms were rare and difficult, and he had changed that to an almost ludicrous extent. Some months ago we discovered that I can come just from blowing him, and he’d been quite pleased by that.

My ass lifted off the chair as all my muscles tensed in a series of escalating orgasms — rough, oversensitive, too much —

“Yes. Good girl.” His voice was quiet but urgent, his eyes on mine, that possessive smile still on his face as I went flying past “too much” and into “anything he wants”.

By the time I got my lungs and my eyes working at the same time, he’d opened his pants and stood up. I licked my lips and lifted my head, but he didn’t want my mouth. He grabbed each of my nipples, hard, and lifted my breasts up so he could put his cock between them. When I pressed them together to give him something tight to fuck and he let go of my nipples, I missed the pain.

I was just barely able to lick the tip of his cock as it peeked out at the top of some strokes. I must have looked desperate, craning my neck and whimpering, mostly licking my own tits. Eventually he took pity on me, moving back so he could yank me to kneel at his feet. His cock tasted like my skin.

I sucked him happily, alternating between deepthroating (the only time I am allowed to come while blowing him) and running my tongue around the head of his cock, for not nearly long enough before he pulled my head away.

“Tell me, kitten, where do you want your come? Your mouth? Your tits? Your cunt?”

I stared, still open-mouthed, trying to understand the question. Obviously I wanted whatever made him happiest. Why ask me to pick? I whined.

His expression this time was simply cruel. He knew how hard decisions were when I was like this, and he was forcing me to pick, because watching me suffer was what he wanted. What a mean man.

“Where do you want it?” he repeated.

“Well… while I would be delighted to have my cunt fucked, I think I want it on my tits?” I said, looking at the ground. I hardly ever use the word “cunt” and I’m sure I was blushing as I said it.

He smiled, and dragged me up from the ground by the back of my neck to walk me the few steps to the bathroom sink, which he bent me over. My breasts hung down, brushing the cold metal of the tap as I stood on my toes and balanced on my forearms. I met my own eyes in the mirror, just briefly, before his cock slammed into me and my eyes shut hard.

He grabbed my hips and fucked me like he was trying to bruise my cervix. I can never tell if this is painful or just too intense. Either way it tangled up with knowing I was being a good hole for him to fuck, with how good his cock felt, and I couldn’t do anything but hang on and try to balance and breathe and hold all the sensation inside myself. It was all too much for me to come, until he wrapped a hand around my throat and pulled my back into the arch he likes to see when he’s fucking me. My eyes slipped open and I saw my mouth fallen open in orgasm, lips red from sucking him, hair streaming out in all directions — more debauchery than I could watch on my own body.

My eyes stayed closed as he put his hands back on my hips, while I fought not to break position as he pounded me. They stayed closed until he pulled out, leaving me not enough time to react before he grabbed my throat again, but this time to turn me away from the sink. My eyes were fixed on his face as I struggled to stand on shaky legs, bracing myself on the counter and the doorknob. He watched me, smiling cruelly, as my raspy breaths came faster and my body threatened to give way beneath me.

“Look at you. You’d do anything I want, wouldn’t you?” I nodded frantically, as much as I could.

“That cunt is mine. And I bet I could tell it to do anything…like come for me.” His eyes bored into me as he said this, and my body thrashed in orgasm, held up by one arm and his grip on my throat, the only place he was touching me. The greedy joy lit his face again, this time tinged with wonder. I had never doubted his control, but he had not been entirely expecting to be able to order me to orgasm. “Good girl,” quiet but intense, set me off again, and I hung like a pinned butterfly until the orgasm passed and I remembered to breathe.

He lowered me to the ground and knelt above me. I had forgotten that he was going to come on my tits, but he hadn’t. I pressed them together as he jerked his cock, licking my lips in anticipation of the hot splash of come. I squirmed, one hand making its way to between my legs — I sometimes feel like I’m getting away with something, that his favorite thing to watch me do is come. I knew the sight of me masturbating shamelessly because of how much I wanted his come across my tits would get to him, and I was right. He grunted and covered my tits and collarbone with hot pearly come, amazing and perfect.

I’m always surprised by how quickly come cools. As I lay limp, sated and wondering if I could stand to take a shower, he pulled his pants back up.

“I know you asked for bruises, but this was what I wanted.” All my insides melted and again all I could was nod my head vigorously and hope my stupid smile conveyed my feelings.

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