My body wins as I fumble for the binding holding my wrists and turn, rolling onto my back.
“Shit,” I mumble as my ass hits the comforter, the rough material biting into my freshly punished skin. Why wasn’t I honest? He told me to be honest. The bed shifts with his weight.
“Open your eyes.”
I hadn’t even realized they were closed when I open them. Right in front of me, kneeling between my unashamedly spread legs, is Victor. The length of his cock is in his hand as he strokes the tightly stretched skin. The tip shines with pre-cum and I imagine sucking it with my lips, bringing him pleasure, more than he could have had with that gag.
“Tell me, kitten, what do you want.”
“Your cock, Sir.” The words come too easily. I lift my knees giving him my pussy, presenting it to him. It’s his and after this, it always will be.
Leaning toward me, his weight on his forearms on either side of my face, Victor stares deep into my eyes, silently daring me to speak, to say my safe word.
I can’t.
I can’t do anything but look back into his dark eyes, and then I remember to look away, to submit to his desire. When I do, when my lids lower in reverence to this man, a moan comes from my throat. More sounds that I’ve never heard spill from my lips as Sir enters me, filling me, stretching me. It’s for his pleasure, but it’s mine too. With each thrust he pushes me toward the headboard. I try to lift my throbbing ass, but I can’t, not with the way he’s taking me, ravaging me, ruthlessly pounding into me. The pain and pleasure mount, piling one on top of the other as energy flows through me, curling my toes and causing my fingernails to bite into the palms of my hands. After only a few deep and savage thrusts, my body comes undone.
Fireworks ignite behind my partially closed eyes. I scream, but I don’t know what I’m saying. The world is out of kilter, or maybe it’s finally right. Victor doesn’t stop or even slow to allow me to enjoy the down side of my orgasm. He continues to fuck, brutally pounding. He isn’t pleasing me, though I’ve never been so pleased. This is about him, about his pleasure. The realization propels me back up the figurative mountain until my body tenses and we both come undone.
He grunts as he fills me with his cum, over and over, combining it with mine until it’s leaking out of me like a stream. I don’t know how many times he used me, how many times I came, or even how many ways. But by the time I fall asleep, I know without a doubt he’s marked me in a way I’ve never been marked. I know I can’t go back to what I had before.
When I wake, my arms are no longer bound. Instead, I’m draped over Victor, or the man I call Sir. I’m not sure I can ever call him Master, but I never thought Sir would be in my vocabulary either. My cheek is lying upon his solid chest and his strong arm is wrapped protectively around my shoulder. Despite the ache in my ass and cunt, I’ve never felt safer than I do at this moment.
I raise my head, push my hair away, and look at his features. His narrow nose, chiseled jaw with a day’s beard growth. How had I not noticed how handsome he is?
His dark brown eyes open and a slight grin comes to his lips. I lower my lids knowing that seeing him smile fills me with relief and delight. I want him to be happy.
“Sir, may I use the bathroom?”
“Hurry, and no pleasuring yourself. If you do, I won’t do it when you get back.”
My cheeks rise as I scurry to the edge of the bed. My entire body aches with the aftereffects of his punishment and fucking. I’m not sure which one caused the most ache. All I know is I want more.
When I return, Sir pulls me down and moves me so I’m straddling his torso. “I want your ass,” he says, “but first, I want to watch you fuck me.”
“Isn’t that topping from the bottom?”
I jump as he swats my sore behind. “It’s not when I tell you to do it. Now, kitten, get on my cock and start moving. I want to watch your tits swing and feel your cunt squeeze me.”
I grasp his cock beneath me, my thumb and middle finger unable to touch as I hold his girth. Lining the tip up with my entrance, I slowly begin to slide down, but before I can, Sir grabs my hips and roughly pulls me down.
“Shit,” I say as I adjust to his size.
“Kitten, you’re so fucking wet, I just slid right between your pussy lips.”
I lower my eyes, knowing he is right.
He crosses his arms behind his head and grins. “Fuck me, kitten. When you’re done I’ll let you cook me breakfast. If you make me cum, I’ll even let you eat.”
Tingles radiate from my head to my toes as my knees start to flex. The friction is phenomenal, but that isn’t my goal. I don’t concentrate on climbing the mountain. My only goal is making sure he’s happy. It’s not because I’m worried about food. I know he won’t let me starve. I want him to cum because I want to please him, more than I want sustenance.