exoticeva:

“Feeling like you’re in control?”

He growls the words out and punctuates them with a sharp slap across my face.

“Nuh-uh.” That was all the sound I could make, my throat arched back as he tugs on my hair, breathless from the thrust of his thick cock in and out of me.

“No? But you’re on top baby. You said you didn’t like being on top.”

I moan as the angle of his cock changes and my clit rubs against his stomach. I can feel the patch of wetness I am leaving on his skin where we are joined. I can hear it as he fucks me.

I may be on top but there is no doubt about who is in possession of whom. His hands around my throat causing my soaking pussy to clench around him each time he squeezes gently. It’s invasive and brutal and fucking intoxicating. I’m caught up in the pleasure of his control, chasing the orgasm I can feel build in my body as he continues to drag his cock over my sensitive, sensitized flesh. He can feel it too, my tightness, the spasms that are starting. He stops suddenly, withdrawing so that just the tip of his cock still sits inside me, where I ache and burn for his possession.

“Oh no. You don’t get to come unless I say so,” he says, “your orgasms are mine and if you have one without my permission, then you’re a thief. You’re not a thief, are you?”

I try to shake my head as much as his grip will allow, moaning out a no.

“Ask me nicely”

“Please. Please Sir. Please may I come?”

He grunts in satisfaction at my wails. I can feel the tension in his thighs as he starts to fuck back up into me again, hitting a spot that feels so good I can’t contain the moans and whimpers and pleas coming out of my mouth. Please and more and yes and oh god, again until I’m being hammered, completely at his mercy.

He’s so big it hurts, it thrills, it fills me up until even I can’t tell if the whine from my throat is pain or pleasure. Until suddenly the pleasure barrels through me, so fast and so hot my cunt clamps down on him like a vice. I’m can’t even scream, sensation ripping the breath from my body as I grind against him, trying to hold onto that exquisite edge he’s driven me to with his hands and his cock and his exquisite control.

exoticeva:

It was the way she said please. And gasped and moaned so sweetly. Every little noise she made was like a caress on his cock, making him harder. He’s gagged her at the beginning of the evening but then decided he wanted to hear her beg. He could make her beg for pain as well as pleasure and every time she asked him to use her, to mark her, to make her his, he loved her a little bit more.

He had watched tears fall from those big expressive eyes of hers as he’d used the paddle on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. Each strike left a bloom of red on her skin and pulled a cry from her lips but she’d never asked him to stop. Even as her body had writhed and twisted in a futile attempt to avoid his strikes, she’d thanked him prettily for giving her what she needed.

Now his clever fingers were tormenting her with pleasure, rubbing and teasing her hard little clit. He noted with satisfaction how wet his work with the paddle had left her, running his fingers along her slick pussy until she was arching into his hand and begging for release. He was hard, throbbing with his own need, but he wouldn’t give in to it or to her. Not yet. He had a tight leash on his control and was determined to push her hard before sliding into her slick heat.

He slid a finger in, testing her readiness, and was rewarded as she arched and moaned, her tight muscles clamping down greedily on his hand.

“Please, please Sir. Please.” The breathy, desperate words slid along his skin.

“Please what, slut?” This as he added another finger.

“Ahhhh God! FUCK! Please may I cum Sir? Please.”

“No.”

She whimpered at his brusque denial. Such a pretty, broken noise. It wouldn’t be long now until the urge to fuck her, to thrust deep and own her would be unstoppable. His balls tightened at the thought of all that soft heat gripping him tightly. But he wanted to hear some more of those delicious pleas for just a bit longer.

“Say please again. Ask for my cock like a good girl.”

“Please, please Sir. Please fuck me with your cock. Please. I need it.”

“No.” This was punctuated with the snap of his hand on that pretty pussy, causing her to flinch and cry out loudly.

“Ahhh! Ah! Please Sir….” the words trailed off into a muffled sob. Her body trembled under his hands.

“Please what? What do you want girl?”

“Oh fuck, fuck Sir…I…” she looked up at him with eyes bright with tears, then took a breath.

“Please use me Sir, as you wish.”

darkmekare:

Use me like pen uses ink to write something beautiful. Original. Interminable.
Write until your heart is spilled completely on the page for me to examine.
Until there is no ink left to write with…Write to me about love and tragedy and painfully gorgeous moments.Hand in hand.
Flesh on flesh.
Mouth on mouth.
Love and Sin.

_Unknown