Your cock is beautiful – 21

Weird guy, but a good one.

I closed my locker, and turned to find Mia standing in front of me. She looked angry, and a little scared.

“What?” I asked harshly.

She’d almost revealed our relationship to everyone, completely by accident.

“I want to know what really happened.” she said.

I sighed, and tried to walk past her. She moved in front of me, something she used to do to block my escape from her torment for years. The familiar action caused my anger to burst forth, but it was easily repressed.

“Did Mike hurt you?” she asked.

“We’ll talk about it tonight.” I said.

Her eyes widened at that.

“Tonight?” she asked hopefully.

I looked around briefly, seeing that everyone else had headed to class. We were completely alone in the small locker area.

I reached forward and grabbed her ass, then quickly pulled her into a fierce kiss. She moaned with surprise, and then lust as my tongue ravaged hers. My lip hurt, but I ignored it. It was worth it.

I pulled back and squeezed her ass harder.

“Tonight.” I grunted. “Now get to class.”

I turned and walked away, not waiting to see her reaction.

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That night, I was so ready for her. My mind was buzzing with lust. After that impulsive kiss at school, it had taken almost half an hour to convince my cock not to grow to full hardness in the middle of class. I needed to see her again, to own her.

She knocked at around midnight, and I told her to come in. She stood at the door wearing what I now realized was my favorite thing to see her in; the black negligee, the first thing she’d bought just for me.

She looked apprehensive, which was understandable given how our last conversation had gone. We stared at each other for a long few seconds, neither of us wanting to break the silence. As much as I wanted her, I had to make this last. This was about domination, not just sex.

“Strip.” I said.

She jumped at my voice, but quickly obeyed. I almost groaned out loud at the sight of her beautiful naked body. I wanted her more than I ever had.

“Come here.” I said.

She walked over and hesitated beside the bed, before leaning over and sliding under the covers. She looked confused. This was the first time I hadn’t asked her to kneel first. I pulled the covers off the bed behind me, leaving her naked and me in just my boxers. Her eyes were wide, and she looked almost fearful as I moved closer to her. She seemed to be cowering away from me, her big breasts pressed together by her arms, which were crossed over her stomach.

I took her by the chin, and pulled her into a kiss. Our lips met, and I slid my tongue into her mouth. For once, she didn’t respond with her usual fierceness. She hesitated, her tongue meekly resisting mine. I pulled back from her and looked into her eyes.

Why was she holding back? I kissed her again, roughly this time, forcing my tongue between her lips. I pulled on her hair and she whimpered into me. It wasn’t until I bit down hard on her bottom lip that she finally responded, moaning with lust and pulling herself towards me.

When I looked at her again I found a dark and lustful smile playing across her lips. I quickly straddled her and pulled her into another kiss. I ran my fingers down her sides and dug my thumbs into her slender hips, and she thrust her body against mine. My cock was already hard, but I wanted to play with her before going any further. I wanted to hurt her more. No sooner had I thought this when I was surprised with a sudden burst of pain.

My bottom lip, which was no longer swollen but still sore, suddenly exploded with pain as I felt her teeth sink into it. I pulled quickly away, scowling. I ran my thumb along the heat I felt on my chin, and it came back stained with blood. She’d opened the wound caused by Mike.

She was obviously terrified at what she’d done, and I knew it was an accident. I slowly licked at my lip and thought again about the day I’d lost my virginity to her, and how I’d hurt her then.

Just as I’d been thinking of a reason to punish her, she gave me one. I couldn’t help but smile as I grabbed her roughly by the hair and led her to the side of the bed. She didn’t resist, but immediately started to apologize.

“I didn’t…I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you!” she whimpered.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over my knees. I grabbed her ass hard, digging my fingers in and hoping that she’d bruise.

“You made me bleed, slut.” I hissed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” she gasped, panicked.

I spanked her hard. Her whole body leapt forward, and she squirmed on top of me. I pulled her hair as I unleashed a rain of blows against her firm, toned ass. She cried out in pain, but she didn’t say a word to try and stop me. I tried to hit her harder each time, and my steady rhythm got faster and faster. I didn’t want her to count. I didn’t want a slow, torturous punishment.

I wanted her to hurt, right now.

The adrenaline coursed through me as I made her scream. Despite my anger, I was still smiling. This is what I wanted.

I am a Dominant, I thought to myself. I am a Sadist.

I’d been aware of these traits revealing themselves inside me, but I was still getting used to the idea of these labels being applied to me, even in my own head. To have a beautiful naked woman across my knee, shaking with pain and humiliation as I disciplined her like I would a child…that moment, and so many before it just felt so perfect.

After making sure her ass was bright pink all over I grabbed her again, squeezing hard. My own hand was burning in pain, but I barely felt it. I could embrace pain like this, accepting it until it didn’t matter. Something Mike had taught me.

I finally stopped and leaned back, trying to catch my breath.

“On your knees.” I grunted.

She shakily got to her feet, only to sink to the floor between my legs. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. She wasn’t crying yet, I noticed. Well, I had all night to change that.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close to me.

“You said you wanted to be a good girl.” I said, my anger tainting my voice.

“I’m sorry…I did…I do!” she said, closing her eyes in pain.

“Look at me.” I ordered softly, taking her by the chin.

Her eyes shot open and stared into mine.

“Good girls don’t make me bleed!” I growled, digging in with my fingers.

I slapped her hard, but still not hard enough to leave a lasting mark.

“I’m sorry!” she gasped, not even trying to struggle. “Please, I’m sorry!”

“On the bed.” I said roughly.

She hurried to her feet and on to the bed.

She was on her back with her legs spread wide. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms up over her head, holding them there with my left hand.

“Who owns this body?” I asked, viscously grabbing one of her soft tits with my other hand.

“You! You own me!” she breathed.

I tightened my grip and smiled as she pushed herself up and against my hand, even as she moaned with pain.

She sighed with relief as I released her tit and slid my hand down her stomach. Her pussy was soaking wet. I slid two fingers inside and stroked her from within.

“And who owns this slutty, dripping, cunt?” I growled, pumping my fingers into her, hard.