7-20-2015 Fiction

Denied

"What do you want?"

I dropped to my knees in response. I looked up, coy at first but then grinned. He knew better than my being shy. I opened my mouth and made a loud, exaggerated whimpering sound.

"Please?" I asked.

"Please what? I want to hear you say what you want," he said.

I had said it many times, mostly using the same words over and over. I didn't have the vocabulary to stun him anymore; probably never did, but I so wanted to say something that would wow him.

"I want you to drown me in you," I blurted out. I almost winced as the words left my mouth. It sounded like a violent death and part of me chuckled inside thinking of what a great violent death that would be. I met his eyes again.

"Drown you hmm?" He asked. He sounded pleased. Maybe not "wowed", but at least he didn't take it as I wanted "death by cum", though had he, I would've been perfectly okay. I was thinking about literally bathing in his cum when he pulled himself from his pants and rubbed my cheek with his hard on. I love when he does that!

He traced it over my lips and I snuck a quick kiss at the head. He started to ooze pre cum and he painted me with it. Once he got to my lips again, I licked it off and hummed happily. Then he abruptly stepped back.

"That'll be all today," he said.

Hot tears started to burn my eyes but I refused to let them fall. My face must have looked priceless because he stopped putting his cock away and brought it to my face again.

"You really love my cock, don't you?" He asked very matter of factly.

"Yes Sir," I said, "please don't play with me like this?"

"What if I want to?" He asked sternly. "After all, it is my cock- I don't have to let you suck on it, do I?"

"No Sir," I said crestfallen and dropped my eyes to the floor.

"Are you ... pouting?" He asked and I simply nodded affirmatively. I couldn't help but pout. But this was his choice, he was right after all. I thought about begging, but it'd be no use. I simply knelt there holding back tears.

"Stand up," he commanded, "Get naked."

I obeyed. I stood there waiting. He looked me over and then wrapped his arm around my side and grabbed my ass hard.

"This is mine," he said. He walked to the side of me and grabbed up my hair. "This hair is mine. That wet mess between those legs is mine."

"You own me Sir," I replied.

He pulled me over to the bed by my hair and told me to lay down. I started to get nervous now. He pushed my legs apart and got between them.

"I want to taste MY pussy," he said, "today, little one, you will squirt for me. Then maybe, I will give you a drink if you're obedient."

7-19-2015 Fiction

That First Gasp

His mouth wet with anticipation and I watched his fingers dig into the mattress and curl the sheets up into his palms. I felt the heat rise up and it was as if our sexual aches for each other had finally synced together. I slowly bared down and as he entered me, the mutual gasp we shared nearly set off my orgasm. I've waited my whole life for this moment, I was going to take my time.

As I slide down onto his cock, I did so inch by inch so I thrilled at how much his magnificent cock was stretching my pussy. His eyes rolled back a little then he closed them. His hips rose up to meet me but I tightened my legs to slow things down and savor.

When he was all the way inside of me, I leaned forward, a little uneasy and inexperienced with riding, and I kissed the top of his head. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, his eyes a bit glassy and his face glowed. He reached up and yank my chain collar, pulled me close to him again, and bit my neck gently.

"You. Are. Mine," he said in a low growl. And I was. I may have been on top, but I wasn't the one in control. I sighed happily in response. "Now, girl, show me how much I mean to you." He let go off my chain and I straightened up.

I lifted up a little then slammed down in a very deliberate stroking motion, using my body as if I were masturbating him. We weren't having sex, I was pleasing him; showing him all the affection I had let build up during our time apart. I squeeze my muscles around his cock in an inconsistent rhythm as I rode it; switching from gentle gyrations to full on violent articulations. I both made love to and fucked him. I wanted it all. I wanted to give him all.

My pussy pulled at his cock and pumped it and we both grew breathless. I could barely hold myself up any longer, but my body- His body- was in a trance. I leaned forward and licked up his sweat and told him he was delicious.

"And I want every drop of your cum inside of me," I whispered.

His legs tensed up and his hips rose in time with my movements. Every time I went down he moaned so sweetly and savagely. The moans turned into powerful grunts as he started to fuck me from underneath. Then, he growled and I felt his cock pulse. I even felt a warm trickle of cum already sliding down and out. He had filled me up so much I leaked out cum before I even moved. I giggled a little and hugged him to me.

"Thank you Master," I cooed.

"Oh, we're not even close to done," he roared and flipped me over. He re entered me from behind and his nails dug into my hips as he beat my dripping pussy with his hard rod. I felt myself twitching below almost immediately and begged for permission to cum.

"Cum for me, and don't stop until I say you can," he ordered.

I rode waves of orgasms, sometimes even having another burst inside of one; I became dizzy. I didn't feel real anymore. We floated on air and continued to fuck. If it wasn't for his roaring, I'd have missed his orgasm because I was floating from mine. He told me to stop cumming and I doubted I'd be able to comply, but my body obeyed.

He fell onto his back and looked at me then looked at his cock.

"Well?" He said.

I crawled over to his lap and began to clean him with my tongue. I don't like my own taste, but when combined with his, I could suck that off his flesh all damn day. I told him so in between licks and he put his hand on the back of my head.

"Such a good girl you are."

7-14-2015 Fiction

Good Night

** This isn't meant to be blatantly sexual so ... **

"Go to sleep little girl," he said. But I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to write, maybe listen to music and sing, maybe play a game; anything but to fall asleep would do me just fine. I crossed my arms while holding my teddy bear.

"But I don't wanna," I said, already wincing because I knew I shouldn't have argued.

"Are you arguing with me?" He asked with a deeper voice. I frowned and clutched the phone tighter in my hand.

"Sir, I'm sorry," I said, "But I'm really not tired at all."

"But your eyes feel so tired. The lids are just so heavy," he whispered.

"Your body feels so relaxed, warm, and comfortable." As he continued in a deep, monotone voice, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I fought it. I shook my head violently. But still, I stretched as a cat would preparing for a nap, and I frowned again.

"I'm ... not ... even tired," I protested but my words were interrupted by a loud yawn.

"See, babygirl? You are just so sleepy," he chuckled softly.

"Am not. Please don't make me go to sleep again. I don't like it," I pleaded.

"You don't like it why?" He asked and I grew uncomfortable. How should I say it? I was scared, this level of control was ... scary. I blurted out my reason and waited.

"Do you think I will hurt you by misusing it?"

"No," I said quickly. I trusted him very much, more so than anyone else I've ever known. I assured him of this.

"Then," he said and his voice abruptly changed again, "You will not take this power from me, it's mine, do you understand? I will use this whenever I want and you will like it."

My heart felt jittery in my chest. I was scared but I felt His pussy get wet. I shifted on the bed. I took so long to wrap my head around things I felt that he repeated himself.

"Yes Sir, understood."

"Good, now about those sleepy eyes of yours...."