He let out a sigh of contentment, “That’s my good girl. Just relax little one.”
With that she could have melted on the floor, she was starting to feel a little spacy, but in a good way. Similar to when one is out and that first warm wave from the alcohol and a good time with friends washes over you.
She no longer fought or struggled, she was relaxed, he began to hold her head, her coppery hair gripped in his hand as he began slowly sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Taking his time, enjoying the different textures in her mouth, the cheeks, so much like the lining of a vagina. Her tongue, soft, warm and moving to greet and lick the entirety of him. Then the tightness as he entered her throat.
He groaned in pleasure, his cock swelling in his excitement. She was putty in his hands, soft, malleable, shapable. She loved this, being his sex toy, his own living doll to fuck, it made him happy and that made her happy. Plus she knew some killer orgasms would wrack her body tonight!
Lost in her reverie, she just realized he had withdrawn his cock. When all her holes had been filled she felt full. Full of him, full of love for him and from him, now, her mouth empty she felt momentarily confused and somehow empty.
He kneels on the floor, kissing her forehead and wiping her face of her own drool, then picks her up, carrying her like a baby to the bedroom, bonds and all. The build up of her orgasm lost in space and time as she snuggled head on his chest and listened to his heart beat, slightly excited but deep, and comforting.
Checking on her, she smiles up at him, her eyes bright and happy as he places her ass up, tits down on the bed. Again, she wiggles it playfully at him, waiting to serve her purpose, her excitement at having her holes filled with his cum was exquisite, palpable even.
He reaches forward and parts her cheeks revealing a large slick spot on each thigh before spreading her labia revealing his prize. His cock hard, he slips his fingers in bringing a sharp intake of breath, her dormant and teased orgasm quickly returning at his touch. Keeping her bent over, he leans in close and begins locking and sucking her clit, giving light nibbles. Her breathing quickens, she tries to bite the sheets or mattress, the pressure is so strong and her hands still bound. She needed to grab and dig her nails in something, something grounding, something she can feel. She know he hasn’t given her permission to cum. She considers letting go and disobeying the unspoken instructions but despite being playfully flippant with him, she hated to disobey him, her own internal chagrin is far worse than the spanking she earned.
While his sub rhumenated on obeisance, he moved on to biting and pulling her labia, the pain countering her pleasure while causing the released endorphins to heighten the pending orgasm. From there he moves further back to her tight ass. A long slow lick from the root of her slit up to her ass sent shivers down her spine. His soft tongue slowly circling her hole and the vibrator still occupyingthe space, softening it and making her groan loudly almost begging to cum but still just shy of that point.
Slowly he removes the intrusive object, replacing it with his tongue while reaching underneath her to pinch and pull on the weight already tugging at her nipples. She’s panting heavily now, pleading eyes ravenously searching eye contact to beg for permission to release. She bites her lower lip, writhing in her bonds unable to hold much longer.
He withdraws his tongue and touch, simply just watching her as her eyes plead on her behalf.
“No,” is all he intones in answer. To her his deep soft voice seems to reverberate around the room with the acoustics of a cathedral. His tone bearing finality and command, which alone almost makes her cum hard.
“Not yet my little slut,” he adds with a wry smile.
He remembered, she thinks! She loved him calling her a slut. She had asked him to degrade her a little during play a couple times. He’s normally so sweet and would never consider name calling so it took him a couple tries. Shes not sure why she liked him in particular calling her a slut or cunt, but the words coming out of his mouth like this were badges of honor for her. Rewards for submission. Which is odd considering the normal derogatory connotation of the word. In fact the last asshole to call her a slut she let the air out of two tires. Just pushed the stem in to release the air, no punctures or permanent damage. That memory still gave her a warm fuzzy, but not like her current situation.
She realized her brain was starting to do the floaty thing again as she was drifting back off into subspace, high on her body’s endorphins. WHACK! She’s jolted back a little but not much. He’s alternating spanking her now, she feels…WHACK, is that a hair brush? WHACK! The pain blending luxuriantly with the pleasure, each heightening the other. She feels her heart rate slow, soon it feels like the spanking is what’s keeping her heart beating as she floats along a river of pleasure, each smack another wave lapping at her relaxed body.
He notices she had drifted off. He slows and lightens the spanking, her ass pleasantly red. He slides his fingers in her pussy, lubing them before gently penetrating her ass with the same digits. He squeezes her foot and tickles, their agreed upon check in. She returns and giggles appreciatively. She wasn’t completely gone yet, it was safe to continue.
He feels her ass loosen then slips a third finger in, gently fucking her ass with his fingers, curling them slightly to hit the deep side of the g-spot, that nerve group that runs so deep and is often missed in the complexities of a woman’s body.
Withdrawing them, he pulls her legs out from under her and gently moves them to hang over the bed, massaging her thighs and calves as the blood returns to them. Patting her red cheeks he grips his cock and works it in gently to her ass bringing forth a double moan: one from her of finally being filled, and another from him enjoying her tightness as he pushes in.
He grips her hips and slowly begins thrusting, letting her get used to the foreign invasion. He picks up speed ensuring his angle of attack hits her pleasure points. Alternating his speed and angles of thrusting, he waits for his fuck toy to call out, begging for release. He doesn’t have to wait long.
“Please…Sir…” a breathy whisper escapes her mouth.
“What are you asking for slut?”
“Pleaasse! I…am going to cum…Sir…I, I…” she can barely get the words out.
He knows what she wants. Of course he does, she’s been edged for hours at this point, plus whatever she was doing herself when he came home.
“You don’t want it bad enough yet. No, not yet,” he replied, feeling his pleasure build while he attempted to edge himself from inside the warm, tight tunnel that gripped his shaft.
Her reply, near the brink of tears, choked and loud was laced with the fear of disobeying his order, frantic and panicked nearing the brink where her body would no longer obey her will.
“Cum on my cock princess, squirt for me. Cum hard little one!”
With that final release a gush of fluid shot on the bed with her yell of release, her muscles tightned and spasm in response to the release of tension. But he did not stop, he was pushing down with one hand and gripped her dark copper hair, pulling her head back, desperate to make this her best orgasm of her life. Well, best until the next time.
He loved that she squirted. She was learning to love it. She found it embarrassing. She loved when he came on her, the warm fluid squirting on her body, the taste but her squirting made her feel like she pissed the bed. She knew it wasn’t true, but he was helping her get over that and appreciate her owns body’s reactions.
“That’s my good girl,” he said.
She heard a slight strain in his voice. He must be getting close, she thought.
“Daddy, please cum in my ass. I need to feel your hot sticky load,” she encouraged him. “Please? It feels so good to have you cock fucking me,” she crooned.
He released her hair and gripped her hips, fingers digging in, the pressure to cum rapidly reaching his climax. His fingers dug into her flesh causing a little yelp. That slight cry sent him to the edge. He was slamming into her now, sweat covering his body and he let out a primal cry, the combination of pleasure and pain build up in a male orgasm, the lactic acid building up blending the pleasure and endorphins as as he releases, several hot jets of sticky fluid.
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