“Now, are you going to behave for me, whore? Or will I have to discipline you again?”
“I’ll behave, Sir.”
“Good girl. Well, just to make sure…” Holding your wrists firmly together, I slipped the leather belt around and between them, knotting and buckling it tightly. “Free yourself.” I commanded. Still bent over my knees and prone, I watched you struggling with your ties until I was satisfied that you were truly bound. I pulled you to your feet, smiling, lost in our game.
“Look at yourself now.” I spun you around and lifted your skirt so you could see your backside, hot red stripes framed beautifully between the black stocking tops and the hem of your lifted skirt. “Better?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Come.” Grabbing you by your elbow, I led you through to the bedroom and firmly pushed you down to your knees beside the bed, unceremoniously feeding my strong, wet cock into your hungry mouth. There was little tenderness about it, I wanted to show you that I was willing to use you just as you wanted to be used, and that I wasn’t afraid to test your limits. We would develop a new etiquette in trust, and be free to express our deepest and most pressing urges. Right now my urge was to feel your sweet, warm, wet mouth enveloping me, so I watched your pretty painted lips glide down my shaft, accepting inch after inch of me so eagerly, so willingly. Then my hand clutching at a fistful of hair and pushing you down on me, I took your soft, pretty mouth as mine, enjoying feeling my cock filling your mouth completely, testing the opening to your throat and listening to you gag just a little. And I was adoring you, every second I adored you, my wonderful girl.
I pulled you off me, and turned your face up to look at me. Your eyes opened languorously and met mine in a deep, smouldering smile, showing me how happy you were to be taken like this, to be tested, to obey. I stroked and patted myself against your soft cheek, making your skin glisten, every little action a reminder of my power over you, and an opportunity for you to show your willing subservience. I looked down at you; your dress fanning over your pretty thighs, it rode up past your stocking tops and showed off the swell of your hips. My sweet little whore. I’m going to fuck you now, I thought to myself.
Wordlessly, I grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet again, shoving you down on the bed and rolling you over on to your front. Now my hands on your hips to pull your sweet behind up towards me, then in your hair to push your head firmly down against the mattress, your wrists still bound, your body still prone, your mind still willing, and — I ease a finger inside you — your sex still wet and ready.
“Horny little slut,” I mutter to myself, lifting your skirt up once more and planting a firm smack on your still-red cheek, making you buckle and moan. “You want to touch yourself, don’t you?”
“Yes sir…” you moaned.
Smack — “Show some manners, girl.”
“Yes sir, please sir…”
You were waiting for me to unfasten your wrists, but instead you only heard me fumbling through my wash bag behind your back. A pause as I rolled the condom down while you waited patiently, exposed and utterly vulnerable. Then you felt it — the smooth cool tip, parting you, teasing you, opening you, and pushing steadily deeper inside you, stretching and filling and fitting. My hands grabbing your hips and pulling you to me until your buttocks are pressed hard against my lap. Only then did you feel me tugging at the belt, loosening it, freeing you; I watched your fingers find your clit and begin rubbing, glancing against my cock as I held myself there deep inside you.
“I’m far too good to you.”, I muttered distractedly, holding you still while I withdrew myself almost completely, just so I could enjoy feeling your warmth enveloping me completely again and again, moving faster, stronger, deeper. Hungry for me, you started to push and pull against me, urging me to take you harder, faster. Naughty girl, trying to take control; I smacked you very sharply once, twice, and filled my hands with your soft flesh as I started to fuck you so strongly, shoving you back and forth, on and off me in a blur, using my darling girl as the fucktoy that you had so convincingly presented yourself as. I felt myself swell inside you as your pussy milked me, sucked at me, instinctively coaxing me towards filling you with my seed as you approached your orgasm.
But I had another idea, another way I could make you feel the whore you were for me at that moment. I could sense your disappointment when I withdrew, more so when you heard me hurriedly pulling off the condom, but I’d paid to do as I wished to you, and I would do exactly that. Laying my heavy cock on the small of your back, slippery in the groove of your beautiful arse, I began to rock back and forth with my hand holding me against you, easing myself towards my orgasm. I pushed your dress up to expose your back, and placing one hand on your blushing bottom I patted you firmly and fondly, drawing appreciative squirms. Your stifled, girlish cries pushed me close to cumming all over my sweet, obedient girl, as I watched your hand moving in a furious blur between your legs, desperate to cum for me, for you. Your breathing deep and irregular, your body shaking, and then it was all happening at once — my body tensed as I came with you, across your back, in your hair, on your dress, marking you, my sweet lover, my beautiful whore.
“Good girl, my good girl…” I barely knew what I was saying as the waves of pleasure faded away. Slumped beside you, dizzy and sated, I looked into your eyes with all my love and as much mischief as my hand softly smoothed over your arse. “Can I have my money back now? I’d like to spend it on you again some time.”
You shot me a cheeky faux-shocked look. I flicked off the light and dove at you, and after the giggles petered out we lay glowing against each other until the morning.
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