Dominate Me, Spank Me, and Make Me

Everything is just a little fuzzy as I gently start to open my eyes. I turn to look ahead at myself in the mirror and I catch a glimpse of you staring at me. You gather my hair and hold it piled on top of my head. My throat and neck are covered in a ring of bruises. A reminder of only a few hours ago when you fucked me so hard, so extremely hard and so down deep inside that there was a moment I didn't think I could let you go.

You kiss my tender neck carefully, as you look at my reflection. Our passionate work of art is around my throat. As you pull my face softly to yours, you let my hair fall from between your fingers and push it away from my face. The way you kiss my top lip so gently. And the way you drag your attention to the bottom. Sucking it even more lightly. I kiss your back, throw my arms around you in a quick embrace and watch you begin to get ready around me as I drift off again.

The hot sun glinted into the room, past the shutters and peppered wildly across my naked body. I grab the robe off the bedpost and pull it loosely over myself. A memory of the night before slowly plays through my mind, and I reach for my chest as my heart begins to beat fast. The cold steps awaken me further as I bounce down, turn on the bath taps and step towards the fridge seeking a cool gulp of juice to quench my thirst and soothe my sore dry Whoa! Splayed across the sofa in a pair of dark trousers, a fitted white shirt, collar unbuttoned is you. I saunter over and offer you a taste. 'And how are you this morning, neighbor, did you watch anything good last night?' You put your hand over mine and tip the glass towards your mouth taking a sip and with your other hand you reach around my waist and rest your forehead on my hip. You nip at my skin and take a deep breath, inhaling me deep into you.

A hand on each cheek you pull the robe away with your teeth and bury your head with a tremendous sigh. The glass falls. Shattering and fleeing impact. Shrugging the black lace and silk off my shoulders I step over the confusion, leaving you behind and walk towards the sound of water tumbling on porcelain.

Stepping down into the rising steam, I immerse my entire body under the heated caress of the water. I start by pouring rose- scented gel onto my shoulders. Stroking the glaze into my skin, feeling the liquid running down between my breasts, droplets falling from my nipples. You stand at the bathroom entrance, shirt undone to your waist, bare feet.

As you sit on the edge of the bath, your trousers soaked, you reach down through the foam. I grasp your face, my fingertips entangling themselves in your dark, wavy locks. I pull you by your shirt into the tub and we hungrily kiss, bubbles everywhere.

You lift me from the suds and place me in the bath, my legs still below water. Holding me by the waist you lower me back, laying me down, placing my head softly on the tiles. Your hand strokes beneath me down my spine, down my hips, along my thighs. You spread them apart and as you put your mouth on my pussy, I grab the back of your head while you grab each side of my thighs and feast on me. You tease my clit with your tongue flicking back and forth, putting your tongue inside me.

Licking me out, holding me tight, tasting me, drinking me all in. Then just as I'm about to come, you pull me under the water. I rise from the water, quietly spitting out the bubbles and clearing the rose foam from my face. As I open my eyes I see you. You're back.

I step out, water cascading off my body onto the floor beneath. You remain standing on the exact spot I found you in. Eyes fierce, lips still, arms by your side. You blink once, twice, and as I get down onto all fours a tight smile escapes from your lips. I take my time crawling towards you, hair dripping down my back, all of me on display for you. Each knee strutting forward slightly ahead of the last. My body is undulating across the cold, hard floor. throat.

As I get to your feet you pull open a drawer and knowingly, I reach into it. The narrow, leather crop falls to the floor and without saying a word I pick it up between my lips and hand it to you with my mouth. You give me your leather gloved hand and I rise from all fours. Facing the mirror, I lean a little forward and look past him to you in the bath. Your mouth is shiny and wet, from the water, from me and as I wait for what comes next, I tense slightly and lower my face.

Quiet...Thwack!

My back arches, my stomach tenses. My fingers grip onto the sink in front. I bite my lip, holding back any sound.

Thwack!

A tear prickles at my eye as the glove slides over the soft welt that has taken from where the crop once lay.

Thwack!

And as I raise my head to look for you again your lips kiss away my one tear as it trickles down my cheek towards the corner of my mouth.

Thwack!

My open lips yelp and you suck my tongue into your mouth, not letting go until I know you're with me all the way.

Thwack!

I can feel the heat growing, stinging. I can feel your mouth on my breasts as I hold your head in my hands, feel you sucking, suckling loudly on me and as you feed from me, the gloved hands of my master slowly spread me open from behind.

A warm, wet substance glides and oozes down from my lower back and as a gloved finger enters me, the other hand pulls me back by my throat. Slowly, finger in, finger out, finger in, finger out. Fingers in, fingers out. That familiar tingle of what I like.

As my master drops his trousers to the floor you reach forward and at the exact same time, I feel your fingers and his hard dick inside me all at once, filling me up. Everything feels so tight that I can't move as my master, hand on the welts, is fucking me. Taking every thrust deliberately, slowly. Making sure that I feel every single movement.

Your fingers curiously delving deeper and deeper, until you reach me and then you don't stop. Fingering me. As I scream at you not to stop, telling you that I need this, begging for you both to make me come, I pull your fingers out of me and squirt and spray all over your hand. As I do this, my master grabs me and pushes my head down on the sink as he gushes everything, he has inside of me.

I woke up, sprawled out on the sofa towel hugged tight around me. The doorbell rings and I answer. As you step in, I jump onto you and wrap my legs around your waist. Carrying me inside to the sofa you lay me down and whisper, 'Tell Master all about your day'.