Your cock is beautiful – 18

“Sorry.” she croaked, “I-“

I interrupted her with a light slap to her face. She seemed stunned at the sudden pain.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” I asked quietly.

She shook her head, eyes wide open in shock, her hand lifting to her face.

I’d actually been practicing my slaps, as odd as that sounds. By hitting my own legs and arms, I’d figured out the right amount of force I had to use to sting without seriously hurting, or even bruising. I didn’t put much weight into it, instead using mostly my fingers. It stung like hell, but the mark faded quickly. I’d had to test that on my own face to know for sure, and I’d felt pretty stupid doing it.

I wasn’t trying to cause her serious pain. It was like biting her lip, or pulling her hair. It was just meant to shock her, and humiliate her. I’d learned the previous week how powerful real pain was, how deeply it affected her.

And now I had the belt for that.

The silence had stretched between us. It was a few seconds before I realized that she was waiting for another command, or a punishment.

“Back to work.” I said, leaning back. “And try not to choke on it this time.” I added, condescendingly.

I closed my eyes and she started again. She moved slower this time and soon figured out a good pattern. Rather than just holding my cock in her throat she swallowed it over and over, going from tip to base and back in one continuous motion. She soon sped up and I let out a satisfied moan. She moaned excitedly in response, and moved even faster.

I’d held off as long as I could, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I grabbed her chin and pulled her head up so that just the head of my cock was left in her mouth. She didn’t stop her insistent licking until I sighed at my release. I pushed my head back into my pillows, and thrust my hips forward as I came. She gripped my shaft with both hands as I filled her mouth with cum which she gratefully swallowed, purring with pleasure as she did.

My dick began to soften but her tongue kept moving. Soon I was rock hard again, and only then did she stop. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was kneeling, back straight, staring at me. Waiting.

I slowly sat up, then got to my knees in front of her. Our bodies were almost touching, and I could feel her breath on my shoulder. She looked up at me, her beautiful emerald eyes shining.

“Strip and get on your back.” I said roughly.

She reacted so quickly it was almost funny, desperately struggling out of her thin negligee and throwing it to the floor. She lunged forward and spun onto her back, thrusting her hips out and slipping out of her damp panties.

She lay in the center of the bed, completely naked, her legs spread and her pussy soaked. I caught the scent of her arousal and felt my cock twitch in response. She ran her hand down her stomach and eagerly pushed her hips forward, desperate for contact but not daring to touch herself. I leaned over her and my hands found their familiar positions, my right brushing up through her hair and my left resting gently around her throat.

I held her like this for just a few seconds, enjoying the anticipation in her eyes. I reached down and grabbed my cock, pressing it against her wet pussy. Normally I made her beg for this, but I didn’t have time to wait. Every time we did this I wanted her more. I pushed into her hard, quickly filling her incredibly tight pussy with half of my shaft.

“Yesss…” she groaned out in pleasure.

I had to struggle not to join her with a moan of my own. As I slowly filled her she started demonstrating the results of her “exercises”, the muscles of her hot pussy gripping and squeezing along my cock. I sighed with pleasure and slowly fucked her, my hips finding a comfortable rhythm.

She let out a small moan each time I filled her, and I found myself wanting to move faster just to hear it. I reveled in the mixture of pleasure and pain she expressed as I twisted her hair in my hand. I loved seeing her like this, so different from her normal self. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip hard. I could tell she was already close to orgasm, after only a few minutes.

I wanted to see her cum, but I wanted to tease her even more. I increased my speed and her whole body tensed, desperately seeking the approaching release. She let out a loud moan, and I knew she was right on the edge. I slowly slid out of her, letting my cock fall against her stomach. I leaned forward and pressed it between us.

“No, don’t stop! Please, please don’t stop…” she whined, pushing upwards with her hips.

I pulled her hair and tightened my grip around her throat, silencing her.

“You were going to cum, weren’t you?” I asked, struggling to keep my breathing steady.

She nodded against my grip, eyes softening.

“What do you need…before you can cum?” I asked.

She hesitated before finding the answer.

“Permission.” she replied quickly, her voice soft and fearful.

“Permission from who?”

“From…from you.”

I pulled my hips back and let my cock rest against her pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward again, trying to get some friction. I smiled at her desperation.

“Why do you need my permission?” I asked lightly, as if confused.

With my other hand I gently tapped the head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. Her whole body jumped in response, and she moaned again.

“Because…because you own me.” she almost whispered, looking away from me in shame.

I pulled her hair harder, trying to guide her eyes back to mine.

“What was that?” I asked.

She stared into my eyes, utterly vulnerable.

“You own me.” she said again.

I smiled and slowly slid my cock into her tight tunnel, not stopping until I bottomed out. She gasped and pushed her hips against me, squirming with pleasure. Every instinct screamed at me to keep moving, to take my pleasure from her body, but I had to control myself.

“Mia, do you want to cum?” I asked.

“Please…” she gasped, “Please make me cum.”

“Please what, Mia?”

“Please…” she moaned, looking away.

I lightly slapped her face to get her attention.

“Please what?” I asked again.