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She was knelt on the hard wood floor, awaiting him with passion and burning desire. She felt the cool air against her bare skin. She was already hot, giving off an energy which she knew that he would be able to detect. A passion she knew he would manipulate. She took a deep breath to calm herself, as in the distance she could hear the familiar sounds of his footsteps.
He approached her, and walked around her a few times. She was alluring, enticing, and she was his. Kneeling for him, her hands softly placed in her lap. She was already naked for him. The feeling of being admired in this way, looked down on, and judged went straight to her core.
Once he had finished his inspection, she felt his strong, authoritative arm reach down, and stroked her hair gently, before grabbing a fist full, and pulling her up to him. His lips met hers in a swift motion, soft and gentle, but hinted at rough and relentless. A kiss to satisfy her fear, and spark her fire all over again. As quickly as his lips met hers, they left, and he stepped back, leaving her standing. Her breathing was already quicker, and she could feel her growing want get stronger with each passing second.
“Walk over to the bed,” he commanded in a voice so authoritative she could not muster the courage to fight it. She walked over to the double bed that was situated in the corner of the room. He followed, and pressed his body into her back, rocking his hips slightly as she pushed her hips back into him.
With one hand around her waist, he gently used his feet to part her legs. Once satisfied, his other hand came to grasp her throat firmly, as he pushed her head onto the mattress. Her body now fully exposed to him, she began to bite her lip, the growing want becoming too powerful. She knew that she was already losing control.
He swiped his finger over her dripping slit, and she fought hard to bite back a moan at the contact. He repeated the act once, twice, three times more. Then moved his finger up to find the small bundle of nerves. Masterfully, he flicked and rolled the nub. This time she was unable to fight back her pleasure, and let out a low, breath-like moan.
As though he had just been burned, he pulled his hand away, and she internally groaned at the loss of contact.
“Do not give up your control. Do not give in yet!” he instructed, as he then brought his hand back to her desire. He alternated between running his finger between her slick folds, slipping inside her just deep enough to tease, but not enough to give any penetration, and toying with her clit.
She was biting her lip hard; so that she could taste the blood. Desperate not to give up her resolve again. She let her body melt to his touch, enjoying the pleasure that seeped through her at his every touch.
After she had finally settled into her enjoyment, managing to remain silent, he slipped his finger inside her, deeper. He found that spot and stroked it vigorously. Unable to contain herself, she moaned lightly. Barely audible, being drowned out by the sound of his finger against her slick folds.
But it was no use. He heard. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, the finger was withdrawn, and she felt a sharp sting on her ass, followed a millisecond later by the erotic echo of a slap. She cried out at the contact. A combination of surprise and lust. The pain ran through her every bone, muscle and fibre in her body. She needed him.
“What did I just say?” he growled. An animalistic growl. One which could only stem from carnal pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” she replied quickly. Desperate for his touch again, but she knew better. She knew that he would not be so kind.
“Prove it!” he challenged. She had been posed that many times and knew exactly what he needed. Turning on the spot, and dropping once more to her knees, she brought her hands to his waistline and fingered his belt. Pulling the leather from him, and placing it on the bed, she made quick work of his clothing, and pulled out his member, already hard from his torment to her.
She ran her hand over his length a few times, allowing the drops of pre-cum seeping from him to roll onto her hand, which she eagerly licked up. Her eyes never left his as she did. She brought her mouth to him, and slipped the head onto her awaiting tongue, letting him slide in as deep as she could take. Swirling her tongue around his manhood, and taking the time to pleasure every inch of him, she sucked him hard.
A vacuum of pleasure formed as she punished and pleasured him, her lips travelling the length of him, whilst her hand made sure that his balls received equal attention. His breathing soon became laboured. His hand once more came out to the back of her head, and she allowed him control as he let himself find his release at his pace.
“Touch yourself,” he growled to her as she could feel him getting closer. Bringing her other hand to her eagerly awaiting core, she touched herself where she craved him most. From his previous treatment, she knew she was turned on, and could feel the evidence clearly.
She found the spot which made her lose control, and this time she did not hold back from allowing herself to moan, knowing that the vibrations she would send through him would be what he wanted.
She could feel him push deeper into her throat with every thrust of his hips. Allowing herself to gag, and be used, she distracted herself with her own pleasure, which only spurred him on more, and with a final growl of power and accomplishment, she felt him release inside her mouth.
Once finished, she swallowed his seed and took care in licking him clean. He regained his breathing and pulled her up to standing, once more pushing his lips onto hers, his tongue swiping inside her mouth. He pulled away, and brought his lips to her ear.
“I love tasting myself from your tongue,” he whispered breathily to her. She shuddered in lust at his comment, but was careful not to moan. He pushed her, with astonishing gentleness, onto the mattress, and once more spread her legs. She looked up at him with confusion and hope in her eye. Her unasked question was answered by him straight after.
“You’ve been such a good girl!” he justified, before allowing his tongue to drift over her sodden folds. She gripped the bedsheets with white-knuckled fists, biting her lip to fight back moans and screams as she was tortured pleasurably by his tongue. He knew just where to touch, where to put on or take off pressure. She could feel the desire building in her core, but she fought hard to resist. To wait until she was instructed to find her release.
It was a while after he noticed her desperate attempts at keeping control that he finally gave her permission.
“Cum for me baby!” he commanded. At his words, she allowed herself to moan. Letting go of the knot she was holding on to, in such an explosive way that in that moment, her sight faded to black, as a feeling of ecstasy coursed through her veins with a determination like she had never felt before. He didn’t stop. He continued to lap at her dripping pussy. Her orgasm left her legs shaking, breathless and her honey coated her inner thighs.
Dragging his tongue up the length of her torso, bringing his tongue over her lips before slipping between them and dancing with hers, she slowly came back down from her high, catching her consciousness in time to taste herself from his tongue. A notion which he knew would drive her wild. He brought his hand down to her still sensitive folds and slipped a finger back inside her. He watched as her back arched off the bed, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
A master of her body, it took him no more than a minute to build her back up to the edge of elation. He watched with a curious sexual desire as her breathing increased, and small moans slipped from her lips. Subconsciously. She was no longer in control of herself.
It was when a small chant of begging pleads slipped from her lips that he knew she was close again.
“What do you want?” he coaxed her. Stroking that spot inside her which he knew would cause her to break.
“Please,” she whispered back. Her lips were numb. Her body shaking. So close to the edge. She was begging, and he knew she was just waiting for permission. But she wouldn’t be able to wait for long.
Without giving it a second thought, he pulled away and stood up. Leaving her breathless, wanting and on the edge of bliss. She opened her mouth to say something. But he caught her eye, and she quickly shut up.
“I asked you a question,” he reiterated coldly. She remained silent. Not trusting her voice, “I asked you a question!” He demanded, bringing his open palm down on her sensitive core. She let out a sound, a cross between a scream and a moan. One that went straight to his length.
“Please, Daddy!” she moaned. He smirked down at her, a feeling of power washing over him.
“Please what?” he pushed.
“Please let me cum!” she begged,
“Let you, or make you?” he asked,
“Make me. Please, Daddy, make me cum for you!” she moaned. Rocking her hips against the air, her juices drenching the sheets below her tight ass, begging to be touched and played with, but he knew that was for another day.
A part of him, the part which thrived on power wanted to make her beg more, to do a better job of it. But his compassionate side looked down at the wet, shuddering woman below him, and took pity on her desperation.
“On your hands and knees, baby,” he said, placing a hand on her lower back, and guiding her hips to the right level. Placing a hand between her shoulder blades and carefully pushing her down to the bed, he slid his hard member inside her tight cavern. Slipped in with ease due to the copious amounts of nectar she had already produced for him.
Within seconds of having him stretching her out, she was once more on her limit, drawing closer with each masterful thrust of his cock. She rocked her hips back to meet his thrusts, as she felt him reach his hilt inside her, withdraw to a teasing level of penetration before filling her up again.
This time, his breathing also became laboured, her body moving in synchronisation with his. An erotic dance to which only they knew the moves. One which would be envied by nations, but was kept as a private show only. He could feel her closer than him, but he was determined not to let her cum first.
Mustering all of his strength, he pulled out. She looked over her shoulder at him, Questions in her eyes but her teeth biting her bottom lip. Not asking, as she did not believe she could make a coherent sentence. No words needed to be said though. Her eyes said it all.
“Roll over. Lie on your back,” he instructed. Willing to comply, she did, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist, pulling him in closer. Teasing him by rocking her sodden pussy against his hard cock. He responded by once more thrusting into her at full speed. Stretching her out further from the new angle.
He was close, he could feel it. But he had to be in control as he found his release. He reached forward and placed his hand around her throat. At first tight enough to feel but not enough to cut off her air supply, but as he grew closer, he did.
A split second before he found his release, he barked a final word of “Cum!” at his sub, who came apart on his command as his fist tightened around her neck. And it was in that moment, the power over her, her obeying his every command, that he allowed himself to release deep inside her.
Sated and satisfied, he released her neck, and pulled her in close to his chest, stroking her hair and placing soft kisses along her neck.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she moaned lightly as she became lost in her pleasure.
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