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.