Your cock is beautiful – 37

“But… I hope you don’t think this is going to make me go any easier on you.” I said, turning away from her. “I was planning something… fun, for tonight.”

I walked towards the bed.

“You mean… fun for a… for a masochist slut like me, Sir?” she asked hesitantly.

I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at her over my shoulder. I gripped my fist tightly to stem the sudden tide of lust that flowed through me. She was so… tempting.

“Exactly.” I said.

I sat down on the bed and tapped my leg, calling her over. She crawled without hesitation, coming to kneel between my legs.

“We’re going to play a game tonight.” I said. “It’s… probably going to hurt.”

“I like it when you hurt me.” she replied, smiling, but I could hear the fear in her voice.

I let out a deep breath, trying to ignore my already rock hard cock. When this had all just been a way to torture her, it was sexy. When she was afraid, ashamed, in pain… It was sexy. But when she was like this? Openly willing, knowing exactly the treatment she was likely to get… and still saying things like this?

Again, the only thing stopping my from pinning her to the floor and fucking her brains out was my quickly weakening will power.

I got a loose grip on her hair and stood up, forcing her to stand with me. As she looked at me her eyes darted to my lips, and her own parted slightly. I reached down and gripped the hem of her tight, revealing slip and slowly peeled it upwards.

Her skin seemed to tremble against my fingers as they slid along her body, revealing her matching black panties, then her toned stomach. I looked her in the eye and continued to undress her. She raised her arms as I reached her full tits. I paused for a moment, then yanked the tiny dress over them, bouncing them into view.

She raised her arms and let out a tiny whimper as I pulled it up over her head, then dropped it carelessly to the floor.

“I like you in black.” I said quietly.

She leaned in to kiss me, but I put my hand against her throat.

Without speaking, I sank to my knees. I ran my hands up the outsides of her thighs to her waist, where I sank my fingers under the waistband of her black panties.

I slowly slid them down, ignoring the whimpering moans she was letting out. After sliding them down about an inch, I paused. I could smell the arousing scent of her pussy, but even more erotic, I could see a thin strand of her natural lubricant clinging to the material as it fell away. I resisted the urge to yank them away from her, and continued my slow undressing.

When her panties reached her ankles, she delicately stepped out of them and spread her legs slightly. Without looking up at her, I ran my middle finger upwards along her pink lower lips, collecting the warm liquid. I licked my own finger, tasting her. I closed my eyes and knelt forward, using my tongue to trace the same path my finger had just traveled, then lightly flicked it against her erect clit.

She gasped with pleasure and grabbed my shoulder to steady herself. I knew this was a somewhat submissive position to be in, kneeling at her feet, but I didn’t care. I wanted to taste her.

I reached under her leg and raised it over my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her hip to steady her, and again tasted her pussy. This was only the second time I’d done this, but already I found myself enjoying the taste. After all, this heat and wetness just meant she was ready for me.

She gasped and moaned above me, and grabbed both my shoulders hard. I savored the taste, but I didn’t want her to cum yet. I licked her clit a few more times before pulling away, and letting her leg slide off me.

I stood up slowly, wiping her juices from my lips and again tasting my finger, before looking at her again. She was blushing a deep red and seemed out of breath. She put her hands against my chest and leaned forwards, desperately wanting to kiss me.

“Get on the bed.”

She hesitated, staring into my eyes, but pulled away and walked quickly past me. She lay down on the bed, throwing the covers over the edge.

“The rules of this game are the same as always, sweetheart.” I said, taking off my t-shirt, “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not allowed to cum. For every orgasm, you’ll get a punishment. Understand?”

She nodded, staring at my body. I took off my pants and squeezed my cock through my boxers, before sliding those off too. Naked, I took off the watch she’d given me and put it on my nightstand.

I got on the bed and lay over her, my thick cock pointing straight out from my body. She eyed it hungrily. I grabbed the base of my cock and pushed the head down against her pussy lips, then gently tapped her clit a few times.

She moaned frantically and pushed her hips upwards, trying to grind her pussy against my cock. I pulled it away from her, laughing.

“Oh sweetheart… this isn’t going to take long at all, is it?” I taunted her.

“No, Sir.” she answered breathlessly.

I laughed again, and pressed my cock against her pussy. I slowly pushed myself into her, sighing at the pleasure of her tightness. She sighed with desire as I filled her.

“Mmm… Oh, Sir…” she whimpered.

I pinched her right nipple hard.

“No talking.” I said, as I began to pull out.

I groped her tits with both hands, pinching her nipples and squeezing her. I picked up the pace, quickly thrusting in and out of her with my hips, groaning at the heat of her silky pussy.

She was whimpering constantly, letting out gasps and whines as I fucked her. She reached up and dug her fingers into my shoulders, her nails hurting me.

“Sir…” she whimpered.

I reached up and slapped her lightly, causing her eyes to open with shock.

“No talking.” I grunted, as my hips sped up.

I kept toying with her nipples as I fucked her, and it made it a lot harder for her to keep control. After only a few minutes she had that desperate, panicked look on her face.

“Sir… I’m… Oh fuck, I’m…” she moaned.

I didn’t slow down, and pinched her nipples harder for speaking.

The extra pain sent her over edge and she came hard, already apologizing to me as her body shook with pleasure. Even at the height of her bliss she knew that her pleasure belonged to me.

I kept up my pace and fucked her through her orgasm, but slowed to a stop when her pussy stopped spasming around my shaft.

“That’s disappointing.” I said quietly, pulling out of her.

I let my wet cock rest on her lower lips, and again she lightly thrust herself forward to grind herself against it.

“I guess it’s time for the first punishment.” I sighed, pulling away and getting off the bed.

“I’m sorry…” she sighed, her voice filled with lust, “I couldn’t help it Sir… You’re big… your big cock just felt so good.”

“I wonder if you know what ‘Don’t talk.’ actually means…” I said, reaching into my closet.

I pulled out two things, one in each hand. A thick, black leather strap in my left, and in my right…

A riding crop. It was brown, about a foot and a half long. A thick handle with a long, thin shaft leading to a flat head of brown leather.

I didn’t look at Mia as I revealed it, but studied the crop itself, holding it flat. I suddenly tightened my grip and sliced it through the air, hearing a distinctive whooshing sound.

I’d practiced with this earlier, of course. Even going as far as to try it out on myself, whipping along my left forearm in different ways, different speeds. I couldn’t get the full range of motion from that angle, but I had a pretty good idea of how much force to use. And, going by the bruises on my skin, a good idea of how much it would hurt.

I finally looked at her, and her eyes were wide. She was biting her lip, and I honestly couldn’t tell if she was more afraid or more aroused.

“This is a new toy I bought just for you.” I said, walking back to the bed.

She didn’t respond, but just nodded, still staring at it.

“It’s called a riding crop.” I explained with a casual tone.

I reached the bed, and put both the strap and the crop on the bed, then grabbed her by the shoulders. I flipped her roughly over on to her front, surprising her.