As Emma finished the final touches of her makeup, she felt a sudden urge to show off. Finding the right angle, she took a quick snap and sent it to a few friends.
Unexpectedly, he responded.
“Gorgeous.”
She blushed, in spite of herself, and quickly tapped out a reply, “You’re crazy.”
“Are you calling me a liar?” His tone was always so difficult to read, somewhere between playful and menacing.
Emma took another picture, sticking her tongue out, and sent it to him. Inwardly, she felt herself flush at the attention. An undeniable urge was building. There was something so familiar about this little dance, though she wondered what all it would bring.
A buzz, and his terse reply, “Be ready.”
Emma’s heart pounded in her chest. It had been so long. Too long. But before she could consider her options overly much, there was a single knock at her door. Emma skipped to her front door, and threw it open, her entire body pulsing with nervous energy.
He stood there, silently, his arms crossed over his chest and slowly looked her up and down. For a moment, she was self-conscious. Wearing black jeans, a halter top, and a red blouse she was hardly a fashionista, but he had a way of looking at her that expressed a visceral feeling. His eyes were hungry, and she could nearly feel his hands upon her.
“Are you still mine?”
His eyes met hers, then fell meaningfully to her neck, where the simple black choker they had agreed upon a lifetime ago still rested against her throat.
With a little smirk, she replied, “Always, sir,” in a voice that was almost steady.
In an instant, he was upon her, one hand grabbing her right wrist and forcing it above her head, the other hand wrapping around her throat and forcing her backwards. His strength lifted her up off her feet, just slightly, driving her into the wall with a thud. His heel slammed the door shut, his leg returning quickly to force Emma’s apart. She could feel the closeness between them, and despite the time apart, it all felt so breezily familiar. Her body, her mind, yielded to his touch in a flash.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, gently kissing her cheek while cutting off her air.
Emma rolled her eyes at him again, feeling her inner brat take the reins, knowing without doubt what her actions would cause. Simultaneous fear and desire building within her as she remembered the last time she had so brazenly defied him. His grip tightened around her throat, the edges of her vision blurring, as he kissed her tenderly, their tongues briefly mingling. Pleasure and fear tousled for control of her mind, and then he released her throat, twisting her wrist around as he pulled her from the wall and dragged her to the bedroom.
With a mighty shove he sent her sprawling across the bed, quickly pouncing to grab her hands and position her on all fours. When she tried to lift her head, he wrapped his left hand up in her hair and drove it into the bed, the ferocity of the act blunted by her pillows.
“You know the rules, princess, I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen. Obey, and get rewarded, disobey and we see if we can set a new high score with the cane.”
Fear took hold, and her whole body shivered involuntarily at the mention of the dreaded cane hanging in her closet at his behest.
His eyes must have noticed the wiggle in her hips, as his right hand fell to her hip.
“Let’s start here, shall we?”
He groped her ass roughly, his fingers mauling her through her jeans.
“You have a perfect ass, you know? It’s entrancing to watch you walk away, to see your hips swaying in such an enticing manner, knowing all the while that you bruise in such lovely colors when spanked. Oh, and to think of how easy it would be to grab those same hips, and pull you toward me, sinking my cock into this tight little ass all the way to the hilt,” at this, he tugged at the jeans, pulling them down and exposing her ass, “Simply delicious.”
His words were honeyed, sweet and intimately detailed about his plans for her body, but his hands were vicious, delivering blow after blow to her ass. From pale to pink to deep crimson with hints of bluish purple, as he delivered a spanking she would not soon forget.
She broke, tears streaming from her face, and he stopped, grabbing her face in both hands.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he kissed her cheeks, tasting the salt of her tears as he did, “Incredible. Strong. Brave. You can take more.”
With that, he pushed her down, straddling her waist, and ripping open her top, exposing her breasts.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Emma, I can’t keep my hands off you.”
True to form, his hands found her breasts, each blow sending them shaking wildly, the tears continuing to stream silently from her eyes, while the need built deep within her pussy. She could feel her body giving way to his control, her mind drifting to a place of release and surrender. It was strangely comforting to be the center of so much attention, the center of his world in this moment, her eyes closed, and a smile crept across her lips.
And then, her peace was torn asunder, his hands in her hair again, twisting her head up off the bed. His cock in her face, insistent, forcing its way into her mouth, down her throat. She gagged, caught off guard, then righted herself and began to focus on her breathing. In moments like this he was relentless, fucking her face with an intensity that left no room for her to focus on anything else. Saliva and precum dripped down her chin, leaving trails along her breasts, as he pushed deeper into her throat with every thrust. She gagged, fighting for air, feeling the familiar burn in her lungs, but still a calm peace settled upon her.
This was her purpose. This was her place.
“Fucktoy.”
His words found a new tone. Mocking, but with a touch of reverence.
“Your body belongs to me. Your holes belong to me.”
The truth of those sentiments was reverberating between her thighs, so it was pointless to argue, even if she had been able to with his cock blocking her airway. He pulled back, his cock dripping, and slid back between her thighs. Slapping her hard across the face, he sent her back into a heap on her bed, one hand tearing her panties free, the other dragging across her slit.
“You’re such a good little slut for me, look at how wet you are. But you were being such a bad girl before, and only good little sluts get fucked, so let’s see what you’ve learned.”
His voice never broke, never wavered, maintaining a level of quiet confidence and control that melted away her conscious mind and awakened something far more primal.
“I am beautiful, because my Master deserves someone beautiful. Say it,” he demanded.
She heard a voice, it must have been her own, though in her dreamy, ethereal state it could have come from anywhere.
“Good girl,” he replied, the tip of his cock tapping against her clit, “Now, I am gorgeous because my Master deserves a gorgeous slave.”
Again, she repeated the phrase in a dreamy voice that felt to come from someplace else. And again, his cock slid a little further between her lips.
“I am a mindless fucktoy, my will is not my own.”
The truth of the words was lost on her, as she echoed his words back.
His cock sank fully into her, and a gasp broke free from her lips, that quickly turned into a moan. Her vocal chords managed to strike the tone of pure, unbridled lust, as her entire body focused on an animalistic need to have his cum inside of her. Sensing this shift, he pushed her ankles behind her head and began to drive his cock deep inside of her, while one hand rubbed her clit with focused intent.
It was too much. She lost the ability to control her response, moaning wildly, desperately, her voice no longer capable of producing words, reduced to guttural groans and shrieks of pleasure at the sensations. His cock hammered into her, though she did her best to heighten the experience by focusing her muscles, clamping down on him with every thrust, it was all she could do to remember to breathe. They created a cycle, the harder he fucked her, the more her response egged him on, the two of them locked in a primal cycle of touch, sensation, and sex. She felt every bruise, every hair on his body, every bead of sweat tracing its way along her skin, as his cock emptied her mind of any thought that stretched further than this moment. It was so easy to get lost in this.
His fingers began to sink deeper into her skin, his grip becoming more frantic, and she instinctively pushed her legs forward, clamping down on his hips, urging him deeper. The end was near. His fingers danced around her clit, drawing forth sensations she had only ever experienced in moments like these. Fighting for control, she struggled to stay with him, until he reached down and sank his teeth into the flesh of her breast. It was too much. Her body broke into orgasm, waves of pleasure rebounding through her mind, muscles twitching, limbs tightening around his body as they threatened to merge into a single space. This, in turn, pushed him past the edge, and he roared as his cock pulsed deep within her, sending jets of cum streaming into her.
The two lay like this for several long moments, bodies entwined, breathing slowing gradually.
Her voice, quiet yet quavering, “Thank you, Sir.”
His, warmer now, though with a familiar distance, “Anytime, Princess.”
Neither spoke from that moment, savoring the closeness of the other, the intimacy of the moment, and the lingering waves of pleasure as a deep and restful sleep closed over them.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b7ik01/appraisal_mf_ds
Really hot entry for the Dom/sub category. A little more background on the characters would be nice. Still, very good writing.