Your cock is beautiful – 35

I frowned at the image, even as my sadistic side wanted me to smile. A more sentimental part of me noticed how she still considered me the one who took her virginity, even though she’d been with Mike.

“Sometimes you look at me like you want to rip me apart…” she continued, “But you hold yourself back, I see it. You take this big, deep breath and calm yourself down. After you fucked me, and I realised you weren’t going to… I don’t know, cripple me or something, it just made sense to trust you. I’d already given myself to you and turned out ok. If you really like hurting me… and if you really hate me… then even the fact that you haven’t done anything to ruin my life is enough for me to trust you.”

“That… actually makes sense.” I said.

I smiled realizing that now I was the one that was confused.

“So you really think you’re a… sadist?” she asked suddenly.

She said the word with such disbelief. I felt so horribly exposed.

“Yeah.” I said, rolling onto my back to look at the ceiling, “I like hurting you. At first I thought it was just a revenge thing, getting you back for all the shit you put me through over the years…”

“I thought you were just angry with me.” she agreed. “I mean… I know I deserve it-“

“But even when I’m not angry I still enjoy it.” I explained, cutting her off. “Even when I’m calm, when I can ignore our…our whatever, our past… I still just like hurting you. Or humiliating you… making you cry.”

“Why?” she asked.

I didn’t have an answer for that.

“I don’t know.” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

I suddenly felt her hand on my cheek. I looked at her, and she moved into her favorite position, pressing her body against mine. She caressed me gently, and the look on her face made my heart pound. There was so much understanding in her eyes, like she knew how hard this was to admit. It shocked me.

She moved in to kiss me, and I let her. She was so gentle, moving so slowly. I pulled her tight against me and returned her kiss.

She wasn’t rejecting me. I was being accepted by her.

I hadn’t realized how much this would mean to me, and I felt tears threatening to spring into my eyes. I could tell myself a hundred times that I was fine with being what I was, even that I could enjoy it, but I’d still been holding my breath about what she would think.

This was probably one of the reasons I’d put this conversation off for so long. Better to let her think I’m just an angry asshole than some sort of monster. I smiled, and kissed her again. I pulled away, and she rested her head back against my shoulder. It felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest.

“It’s all kind of… kinky, isn’t it.” she said quietly.

I laughed loudly, breaking the serious and quiet atmosphere. I was bearing my soul to this woman, talking about the most exciting and terrifying self discovery of my life, and hers too probably. Something that made us fundamentally different, different from other people and from who we thought we were.

I hoped it all stacked up to being a little more than just kinky.

“I guess you could call it that, yeah.” I said, still laughing.

I started to stroke her hair again, and she purred with appreciation. She moved her body upwards, laying more of it against me. I was suddenly aware of the weight of her boobs pushing against my body, and a tired cock twitched against her leg in response.

She felt it, and looked down with a smile. She reached down to stroke me with her talented fingers, coaxing me towards full erection.

“Now what do you want to do with this?” she asked. “Where’s this big, angry cock going to go, Sir.”

Without answering, I gently gripped her hips and led her upwards, while she quickly lined us up. She slid herself down onto my thick erection, gasping with pleasure.

After only a minute or so, she was riding me fast. I pulled her into a fevered kiss, and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. I impulsively bit down on it, making her moan with pain. I pulled away from her and attacked her throat, kissing and licking along it. I slid my teeth around it, biting gently, and she squealed with excitement.

“Do you know why your cock makes me feel so good, Sir?” she whispered, increasing her pace, “Do you know why your big cock makes me cum so hard?”

I didn’t answer her, I just spanked her badly bruised ass.

She yelped, then sighed with passion.

“Because you own me.” she hissed, “You own my body… my pussy… You make my cunt feel so good because you… you own it… AAH!”

She gasped with pain as I bit down on her shoulder. The things she was saying were driving me insane. My orgasm was approaching surprisingly quickly, and I didn’t want to hold it back. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking of earlier, nor the violent domination that followed it. This was just two horny teenagers trying to get off as quickly as possible, reveling in our youth and energy.

“Can I…?”

“Yesss.” I sighed, “Cum for me, slut.”

She obeyed, and I felt her nails dig painfully into my back as her hot channel gripped me tightly, shaking with her orgasm. I let myself join her, pumping my hips upwards as I came.

We held each other tightly as our pleasure shook us.

She made one final whimper of pleasure as my wilting shaft slid out of her. She hummed with satisfaction as she rested against my body. I lay back and relaxed.

“It was so… scary today.” she confessed breathlessly.

“When I… punished you?” I panted.

“Yeah.” she said, “All that pain. It’s just… took over my whole body. The orgasm, if that’s even what it was, just seemed to go on and on. I couldn’t think, or move. It was just everywhere. I think that’s why I was so angry when I woke up so… afraid. It was so powerful. I’d been worried about everything for a while, but that was my limit, I guess.”

“Some people call it going into ‘subspace'”. I told her quietly, “Like, all the endorphins that come in reaction to the pain and submission… they make you high.”

“That’s kind of cool.” she said, smiling. “It sort of felt like I was floating.”

“Really?” I laughed.

She nodded.

“I dreamt about you teaching me to swim.” she said in a sleepy voice.

I laughed again.

“That’s pretty random.” I said.