My eyes clenched shut in pleasure as he pressed the dildo in farther. Just as I bucked my hips he clicked the vibrator on. Pleasure radiated between my legs as I clenched my thighs shut, trying desperately to take as much of the purple cock in as possible.
“I want a real cock.” I whimpered, feeling my submissive self-taking over.
“You want a real cock… What?” He said, pinching my nipple.
The chains clanged as I shot my body away from his pinching fingers. “Fuck,” I whispered as a sharp pain attacked my naked breast.
“I want your real cock master.” I yelped out as he let go of my tit and twirled the head of his cock around my wet slit.
My legs twitched with pleasure as he gripped the base of the dildo and rolled it around, its vibrating tip pressed against my walls and sent a tornado of tingles up my spine. Just as I thought I was teetering on the edge of orgasm he pulled it out. Wet juices from my pussy cooled my thigh as he tossed the dildo on the table.
I stood there catching my breath while he leaned up and unbuckled the restraints of my wrists. I reached forward and grasped his strong shoulder, leaning on him for support as my knees quivered in waves of pleasure still flowing through my body. He showed no support and simply pointed at the leather bench across the room.
“Bend over it.” He said as I began to walk towards the bench with wobbly legs. “I want to fuck that pussy.”
A quick yelp skipped out of me as he smacked my ass. I stepped up to the bench and reached around to caress my stinging buttocks, but before I had a moment he grabbed my hair and twisted, forcing me down to the bench.
I hissed through my teeth in pain as my leg banged against the edge of the bench on my way down.
“Fuck me master. Make me your little whore.” I said, his aggression always brought out my submissive side.
“I can’t let you be fighting me.” He said as he strapped my wrists to the bench.
My hips slowly rolled back and forth, pulsating and anticipating the touch of his cock. I felt his strong hands gripping my ass. I was completely vulnerable, his for the taking. I could not stop him from doing anything he wanted. And I loved it.
I pressed my ass back, as far as I could. My arms stretched out straight, straining against the restraints. My breath caught in my throat when I felt the wet crown of his cock teasingly rub between the crack of my ass.
“Fuck that ass baby.”
Just then he spun his arm back and smacked my ass hard. The loud smacking of our skin bounced off the walls of the room as I yelped in pain.
“Fuck that ass…Master.” I said, remembering to correct myself. Without warning he spun his hand back again and smacked my already pained skin.
“You do not tell me what to do.” He said with anger.
“Yes master.” I said timidly, remembering who was in charge. For good measure he filled the room with another-
SMACK!
A sharp pain ripped down my legs. I clenched my teeth and my eyes shut. The stinging was almost too much to bare as my eyes watered. My head swam in a world of pain and just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer he reached just below my ass and cupped my dripping slit with his rough hand.
“I want that big cock in my pussy master.” I begged. My toes clenched into a ball as his fingers slipped up my dripping slit and brushed against my clit. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves as my naked tits dangled on the other side of the bench.
I rolled my hips against his hand, the sensation of his fingertips teasingly prodding at the entrance of my dripping pussy sent my world spinning. Warm tingles bubbled to the surface of my skin as he pressed his fingers in deep, my lips gripping his exploring hand.
I loved how the pain of being spanked mixed so perfectly with the pleasure he was able to give immediately afterward. Even though this was our first time playing rough, he was a master at giving me exactly what I wanted.
I knew he would never actually hurt me, but he managed to teeter on the edge just enough to make my nerves buzz with excitement.
SMACK!
His hand lurched my body forward, practically sending me off the bench. The restraints pained my wrists as I tried to steady my body. My ass cheek flared red as the cool air kissed my stinging skin. I clenched my teeth as he reached underneath me again, grinding his hand against my mound.
“Will you be a good girl now?” He asked as he twirled the tip of his cock around my smacked skin.
“Yes master.”
“You won’t keep anything like this from me again will you?”
My breath quivered as he curled his fingers inside my tight slit, hitting that perfect spot.
“No Master.” My voice cracked as he slid his fingers out of my passage and up to my clit.
“I am yours and I will tell you everything, every naughty thought that I have.”
“That’s a good girl.” He said as he took his hand away. I clenched my ass cheeks in pain as he brushed his hand against my red cheek, wiping the juices of my pussy off.
Just then I felt a skip in my heart as the tip of his cock traveled between my cheeks and rested at the entrance of my dripping slit.
“I’m going to fuck you. To fuck you good for you not being honest and open with me.”
“Yes master!” I yelped, my voice cracking as he gripped my hips and forced his cock deep past my wet lips and into the depths of my pussy.
“Owe, fuck.” I whimpered as his hips smacked against my hurt ass. Noticing my pain he capitalized on it and pinched my stinging skin.
I yelped out in pain, my voice skipped across the basement walls.
“Tell me you’ve been naughty.” He said, slamming his cock deeper inside, my tits bounced forward from his thrusts.
“I’ve been naughty! A naughty girl!” I yelled out, desperately trying to give him what he wanted so he would release my pinched skin.
Each thrust of his cock ended with his body smacking against my throbbing ass. The pain heightened my senses and made me anticipate each thrust even more ass his cock slid past my slick walls. He reached forward and knotted a fist in my hair pulling my head back and straining my neck. Prickles of pain attacked my scalp as he pulled my head, forcing my back to curve and my arms to stretch against the restraints.
My face contorted in pain as the leather straps dug into my wrists. My tits bounced wildly up and down as his thrusts quickened. Within seconds I could feel the twisting coil of pleasure twirling around inside my center. I was close, teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm.
I wanted it, I wanted to squirt all over his giant cock as he pounded and punished me. He reached around my body and cupped my bouncing breasts and caressed them as he penetrated me from behind.
My eyes fluttered shut as he leaned forward and pressed his body against mine. The heat of his chest warmed my back as he guided his shaft into me.
“Cum inside me master.” I said as he nibbled at my ear. Without warning a blizzard of tingles cascaded down my legs and curled my toes. A scream caught in my throat as my back arched from a current of electricity driving up my spine. My arms trembled from pleasure as my pussy gripped him tighter, forcing him as deep as possible.
He grabbed my shoulders and with one forceful thrust my breasts bounced forward as he pressed deep inside. A grunt barreled out of his chest as his cock exploded inside me, releasing his seed deep inside my womb.
We sat there for a moment catching our breath. I twisted my wrists in the leather straps, trying to relieve them from the pain. I closed my eyes, enjoying the wave of warmth enveloping my body.
He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. “I love you baby.” He said, his warm loving tone finally returning.
“I love you too.” I moaned softly, happily, savoring the feel of his body over mine.
His panting breath brushed stray hairs over my face, his slowly calming heart beat raced against my back. This was my heaven, my zen, feeling him in such great satisfaction and knowing it was
me, my body, that had brought him to it. I smiled, and strained my head back to nuzzle him as best I could while he kissed my cheek.
After a few moments he stood up and pulled out of me, hissing softly as his cock left my hot, wet pussy and felt the much cooler air. Without him inside me to keep me full, I felt his cum begin to trickle out of me, slowly trailing down my thighs.
I shivered, starting to feel chilled as the cum and sweat dried on my skin, but I laid there, still, without voicing a complaint as he unfastened my restraints.
I put my hands on the bench and tried to push myself up, to stand, but my arms shook so badly that I gave up.
“Are you going to get up?” He asked, and I could hear the laughter suppressed in his voice.
“Nope.” I said, though I managed to turn my head to smile at him. “Body's not working, just going to stay here.”
He laughed then, but came closer to help me. I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, pulling me up till I was on my unsteady feet. Paul’s arm went around my waist, holding me close to him, and guided me up the stairs and through the house to what was now our bedroom. I stood, still rather unsteadily, as he pulled the blanket back and then helped me into bed before climbing in beside me and covered us both with my thick, warm bed spread.
Still smiling, I rolled over onto my side so I could put my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me even closer to him. One of his hands reached down to my leg, pulling it up on top of his till we were completely entangled with each other. I ran my fingers through the soft hair on his chest and tilted my head back, kissing his chin lightly.
“Thank you, Sir.”
He smiled down at me, kindly. “And what are you thanking me for?”
“For that and for this.” I answered, unable to find the right words, but trying anyway.
“For giving me exactly what I needed.”
He sighed and his arms squeezed me a bit tighter to him. “Sweetheart, if I'd known you needed this, I would have happily given it to you ages ago. And for that, I am truly sorry. From now on, if you need something, no matter how silly you might think it is, or how you think I might react, I want you to tell me. I'll never think less of you, or feel less for you, I promise.”
I hugged him tighter too, and once again I felt tears threatening to spill even as my smile stretched wider. I nuzzled my face into his chest, the little hairs tickling my nose and lips, as I listened to Paul’s heartbeat gradually slow. His breathing steadied, deepened, and soon I heard a quiet sound, not quite a snore, coming from his mouth. I closed my eyes, a small smile still on my lips, and sighed happily.
My earlier concerns about living together now seemed as if they'd belonged to someone else, because with Paul I knew I had everything I needed.
Love or Lust
By Megan West
Miley walked in wearing lace stockings that ended tantalizingly at her thighs, the dark fabric a stark contrast to her pale skin. They made up part of the little surprise present he had left wrapped in a gift box in her dressing room earlier that day. His eyes feasted on the little indent the thigh high lace stockings made on her smooth thighs and he already felt a strong longing to slip his fingers underneath and run them over her soft skin.
His eyes finally detached from the same spot on her thighs and roamed upward to take in the smooth expanse of skin showing off the rest of her legs, save for the thin strips of the garters resting on them. He gulped upon seeing the way the silk deep plum panties looked on her, topped off with a garter belt he wanted to grab. Miley stood there smiling in an almost coy manner. She was staring at him and enjoying every moment of how much he very obviously loved seeing her in the lingerie he had spent so much time choosing for her.
His eyes slowly continued moving up to look at the rest of her body and outfit, if it could really be called that. The subtle definition of her abs made his chest tighten. He knew exactly how it felt to touch her stomach and he wanted to do that just now.
He wanted to touch every inch of her skin with his hands, graze her over with his fingertips, lick her most sensitive areas until she felt just as much pleasure as he did just by looking at her. He stared for a good while at her breasts, sizeable cleavage spilling from over the cups of her deep plum bra overlaid with lace. How he longed to kiss along the curve of her breasts, bury his head between them to kiss and lick at his whim. He felt a twitch in his pants as he recalled how it felt to slide his cock between her cleavage, pressed together between the palms of her hands, the lotion soft skin a unique pleasure to him.
This night has been in the works for quite some time. It is to be a special night full of excitement and exploration. It wasn’t their first time having sex, but it was their first time planning it, talking about, and introducing new elements. Never had Miley dressed up for Jacob the way she was now. Never had Jacob so meticulously perused shops of lingerie until acquiring just the right thing to gift to his girlfriend.
Never had he loved a woman as much as he loved Miley. And this was the night, the first of many, on which all those pledges and feelings would come to a pull in the most physically intimate manner.
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“I miss you,” he heard Miley say on the other end, almost in a whisper as if she was shy to admit to him it had been too long since they had seen each other.
“I miss you too,” he replied with a slight chuckle. He couldn’t help it. He found her so endearing when she suddenly shelled up and behaved as if they had just gotten together and she was a young girl new to relationships. It wasn’t the first time they had missed each other nor would it be the last. But this time it was a bit different. This time they had a bigger commitment to one another than before and he would be returning to a house they shared rather than visiting her.
He hung his head and shut his eyes, thinking once again of what a shame it was they had to spend weeks apart right after moving in together. They hadn’t even had the chance to be together in their new place as of yet. They had been too exhausted after moving in and setting everything up and the next morning Jacob was on the first flight out. That was nearly three weeks ago.
“I do,” he said. “I really miss you.”
She made a little mmm sound he could hear clearly and he envisioned her snuggled up on the couch under her favorite blanket. In reality, it was a blanket she had stolen from him months ago after staying at his place a couple nights. He didn’t even notice it was gone. He still remembered the way she broke the news to him.
He had gone over to watch a movie with her and she’d come out of her bedroom all wrapped up in the blanket with a sly grin on her face and sparkling eyes. Then he’d pulled her down to his lap and showered her cute little face with kisses before things got heated and the movie was completely forgotten and reduced to mere background noise.
He had never pictured their relationship to end up the way it did. It hadn’t gotten off to a particularly great start, not even when they just met. He’d left an impression on her as a careless playboy, something akin to the truth at the time. And she had left him with an impression of a rude and self-centered woman with too high of a judgment—something he soon found to be incredibly inaccurate.
Instead, Miley was extremely kind to a fault. She rarely passed any judgment on a person no matter the situation. She was far from rude; he often grew frustrated at how much she held back and kept to herself out of consideration to others. Luckily, that was no longer the case in their relationship.
And that was where the rocky beginnings came into play. They would often fight, but Jacob would grow wild with anger and storm off. He didn’t realize until he almost ended things with Miley why he grew so mad during their arguments. She never wanted to fully say what was on her mind. She was too careful because she didn’t want to be rude or pushy. He noticed she behaved with him the same way she behaved with everybody else when it came to talking about her feelings.
He finally had enough of it and confronted her. That had launched a very long conversat
ion, stretching into the hours of the night, wherein he explained to her he couldn’t be in a functional relationship with somebody who did that. So, with time, she started being more open and honest. She was less careful. She was much less concerned with coming off as rude and much more with having everything out in the open in a manner conducive to proper action.
So they moved past that and entered an entirely new phase of their relationship. The way everything worked out and the direction in which they headed right after was unprecedented. Everything he liked about Miley was clearer. Everything he had to offer her he gave and then searched for more. He had never been in a relationship so involved nor had he ever thought Miley would be the one to pull that out of him. But the two grew alongside one another and explored many different aspects to a relationship purely because they wanted to walk down that path together.
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