Laura
My break is over. I can sense it by the way his demeanor changes. He's still far from satisfied and only allowed for a little break to let me catch my breath - and to draw some information from me that I'm not sure I should have shared.
He may say that I'm not capable of letting him down, but I don't share that sentiment. Once again, I remind myself that I intend to do things differently this time. Once he sends me back home, I will get my life back on track, for real this time. And the next time I decide to take a contemplative hike, I‘ll be forced to really think things through.
I'm pulled back to the present when his hands start edging along the side of my body, barely touching my skin, but leaving a tickle that's nothing short of electric.
"Get down, doll," he whispers into my ear. "On your knees in front of me."
I comply with his command, climbing down from his lap and hunching down on my heels in front of him, his bulge resting right in front of my face. He leans back, supporting himself with his muscular arms and then nods toward me. He's holding the end of the leash in his hand again, gently pulling on it to force me forward.
"Show me what a good girl you can be."
I don't need to be told twice, and lift my hands to caress along the inside of his thighs, approaching his hardness. I brush it ever so slightly, deliberately not touching him directly, before my hands hook into the waistband of his pants. It drives him nuts, and I can tell that his impatience won't allow for a lot of teasing.
A smile spreads across my face when I free his thick, throbbing cock. I want to take it between my lips right away, but I restrain myself so I can continue teasing him a little while longer. He's done it to me so many times, and while it comes close to agony at times, the high that one derives from it is worth the effort. I want to make him feel the same way he makes me feel.
Instead of sucking on him – as I'm sure he wants me to – I continue caressing him with the tips of my fingers, traveling up his pelvic muscles and lower back, drawing circles around his erection, barely touching him in the process. His breathing is frantic, growing in intensity with every moment that passes, and every time I close in on his seeping cock, he shivers with anticipation. He’s hard enough to hammer nails.
"Suck on it," he commands in a dry voice.
I'm inclined to oblige right away because that's what feels right when he lords over me like this, but I fight the urge. I throw him a mischievous smile, leaning forward and opening my mouth, but stopping right before my lips touch the tip of his hard cock. I stick out my tongue and draw a desperate groan from him as I lick along his shaft. I keep my touch light as possible, slowly tracing all the way down to his sensitive balls. I repeat the process a few times, and every time my lips come close to the tip of his swollen head, I notice him jerking his hips forward frantically, desperate for me to swallow him into my mouth.
When I finally do, he lets out a desperate groan so deep that it almost scares me. He places one hand at the back of my head, guiding me as if he was afraid I'd let go of him too soon. It's only a matter of seconds before he claims control again, his fist closing around a swatch of my hair and pushing me down on his length until my lips almost meet his groin. His tip is pushing against the back of my throat, robbing me of the ability to breathe. I start choking and gagging, my eyes watery with salty tears.
"That's a good girl," he breathes, releasing me only for a second to catch my breath before shoving his length inside my mouth again, holding me in place with a firm hand at the base of my head.
I'm surprised when he lets go of me. I shoot him a confused look through my teary eyes when he jumps up, hooking his arms under my armpits and scooting me up so quickly that my legs are barely able to follow through on the motion.
He throws me onto the bed, telling me to get on all fours in front of him.
"Show me that ass," he orders, adding a hearty slap to his words, and I instinctively bury my face into the sheets.
I squeal in agony when he parts my tender lips to let a thick finger slide inside my swollen entrance. My body is not used to so much physical exertion, and I'm so sore that I'm actually afraid to have him fuck me again.
But, as it turns out, he has other plans.
He withdraws his finger from my core quickly, and the next thing I feel is his soft tongue, lapping against my clit as his slick finger moves elsewhere. I tense up when he begins to massage my tight hole, which he regards with a gentle slap between my thighs.
"Relax, doll," he breathes out, his warm breath tickling the skin between my legs.
I can feel the heat rushing back to my cheeks. He's played with that area before – placed toys there, small toys that vibrated inside of me while he made me walk around, or bent me over to fuck me like a savage beast. I could handle those toys, but I know that today, he's preparing me for something else. For him.
The thought of having to accommodate his enormous swollen cock inside my ass is a whole other story, and daunting to say the least. I don't know if I can do it.
He reminds me to relax again, his finger slowly intruding my clenched tightness. He continues sucking on my clit with such intensity that pleasure wins out over pain, even when he adds another finger to stretch my tight hole. I lean back into his touch, feeling my body transitioning from agony to euphoric lust, as he continues licking on my tender and swollen nub.
When he withdraws from my entrance, I'm no longer in fear of his cock, but instead crave having it inside me. I lean back, moaning in appreciation as he wets the tip of his erection with my juices. He moves to my puckered hole, teasing it with the wet tip of his cock, and I can’t stop myself from moaning in need, so ready to take him inside me.
"Such an eager little doll I have," he murmurs behind me. "Do you want me to fuck your tight ass, doll?"
I blush, hiding my face in the silk sheets, as if I could wipe my shame away on them.
"Doll, you know what will happen if you don't answer me," he warns, his cock still teasing my ass.
"Yes," I reply. "Yes, master."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I want you to fuck my ass," I whimper. "Please."
"Good girl."
The words shower me with intimate warmth and help me deal with the hot pain that stings through my ass when he slowly pushes his hips forward, spreading me with his length inch by inch. I begin panting, croaking and whimpering as I process the pain as he breeches the rings of muscle.
"Holy shit!" I exclaim, my fists clutching the bed sheet.
It's not like me to go ballistic like this, and he knows it. I can hear him chuckling behind me, but he continues to push forward, finally sending me over that sweet spot where pure agony turns into sheer hot bliss.
I melt under him, hollowing my back as I feel his pelvis pushing against my ass, the skin still sore from the spanking I took earlier.
"I'm very proud of you, doll," he whispers, leaning forward and grabbing my hips. "You're taking your master's cock like a good girl."
Every time he calls me that, I can feel a mixture of warm intimacy and hot desire flushing through my body. It's reassuring and arousing at the same time, validating my wish to be exactly where I am. With him.
A deep groan escapes me when he begins thrusting back and forth, slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his size, before his motions turn into proper fucking, the violent intensity equal to the way he fucks my pussy.
His deep shoves shake my entire body, stretching my insides with heated need, only the sound of his balls smashing against my bruised ass and our frantic heavy panting filling the room. He takes me in the only way he knows how – and the only way I know to enjoy.
I'm close to coming already, something that fills me with wonder and a fervent craving for release.
"Touch yourself!" he commands from behind me. "Make yourself come on my cock, doll."
My hand blindly wanders between my legs, finding my dripping center and my throbbing clit. A flash of ecstasy sweeps through me at the slightest touch, when I begin to massage my swollen nub. My orgasm approaches in strong and steady waves, a warning of the rapture about to come over me.
I moan deliriously, my eyes rolling back into my head, as I can no longer postpone my climax. The world goes dark around me and patches of light blind me, as an unmatched elation takes a hold of me, numbing my mind and inciting my core. He joins me almost instantly, his hands digging deep into my flesh as he finds his release inside me, flooding me with his seed. Our cries fill the room in unison, unable to convey the magnitude of our unbridled passion and sated bliss.