Definitely Dangerous Ch. 1
[content: rough sex, face slapping, impact play, breath play.]
Author’s note: the character Derrick is inspired by the adult film actor Derrick Pierce, who has done some inspiring BDSM scenes.
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I was at the club, again. Alone–again.
But still. What better way to ease my loneliness and heartbreak than yet another random hookup? That would make me feel better. Right?
I was already buzzed when I saw him. Tall. Muscular. Heavily tattooed. And a steely, intense blue gaze that made my stomach flutter.
I was staring, I realized with a start. I looked away, my face reddening. Maybe some women could get away with such a wanton stare, but I lacked the sexual confidence to make it work. I took a deep breath and resolved to keep my cool.
When I looked up, he was by my side, a hard, intense, unreadable expression on his face. Was it scorn? Contempt? I swallowed. I didn’t want to find out.
“Don’t you know it’s not polite to stare, pet?”
I immediately flushed, my heart racing. I opened my mouth to speak, but didn’t manage a single word.
He leaned over, his breath hot against my ear. “That was quite a look you had on your face, princess. Were you imagining my cock in your mouth?” he said, his voice measured and low.
I pulled back, shocked and offended. And yet, my skin was burning and there was an unmistakable dampness between my thighs. This was, quite possibly, the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me.
But! The nerve of the man! I blinked rapidly, unsure how to respond.
He smiled at me, the brute. The slow, sensual smile of a man who knew exactly how he affected me. He looked like a tiger stalking his prey.
My throat started to tighten in panic. But my heart was pounding in excitement. It had been months since I’d been so turned on. And he hadn’t even touched me! This man was pure sex. And definitely, definitely, dangerous.
Still smiling–apparently, I was amusing to him–he lightly traced a finger down my throat. I felt my nipples harden. “With a mouth like that, I might just let you,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I bet you really know how to use your tongue,” he added with a slow grin.
I let out a tiny gasp. Whatever I was imagining before, I was most certainly now picturing myself on my knees as I sucked, licked, and thoroughly worshipped his hard cock. I’d make him groan in pleasure as he grabbed a fistful of my hair. He’d tell me I was a good little slut as he throat-fucked me, not caring if I gagged or choked.
I shook my head slightly, trying to rid my brain of these unwelcome thoughts. There was no way I was letting this arrogant asshole touch me again, let alone ram his hard cock in my mouth.
Fuck. There I was, thinking about it again. I wanted to scream in frustration.
He drew back and smiled again. This time, the smile was friendly. Mostly.
“Where are my manners? I should introduce myself. I’m Derrick.”
“I’m Lexi,” I breathed and shook his hand. He had a firm handshake. His hands were much larger than mine, I noticed. This man was strong, powerful, and could probably snap my neck in two–if he wanted to. I nearly shuddered at the thought.
Of course, I was certain he’d much rather fuck my brains out. In every possible position, until I was raw and sore and could hardly walk. He was probably a kinky motherfucker, too. Jesus.
“Lexi, it’s nice to meet you,” he said smoothly. “You have a beautiful smile,” he added with a wink.
Dammit. He was definitely thinking about my mouth wrapped around his cock. And now I was, too. Argh!
“Let me buy you a drink,” he said. Commanded, really. I wasn’t sure I could say no. But I knew I didn’t want to.
“Sure,” I said with an embarrassed smile. I was flustered by his attention. He was a fluster-er. Which meant he had all the power and well, fuck if I was going to give that much power to a man. Not again.
“Come with me to the bar. There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight. You might run away,” he said with a sly grin.
Fuck. He had my number. And I’d barely said four words to him. Motherfucker.
He ordered me a sweet, but strong, cocktail. He didn’t even bother to ask me what I wanted. It was perfect, of course. Jackass.
We moved over to a table, and he was still smiling at me. Assessing me, with narrowed eyes. I nearly melted at the intensity of his gaze.
Ok, I totally melted.
“Tell me, Lexi, why are you alone at a bar on a Friday night? Don’t tell me you couldn’t find a date. Not with a beautiful face like that.” He winked.
The fucker. He kept smiling, winking, and made everything sound dirty.
“There wasn’t anyone I wanted to go out with. And I’m not really looking for a date right now,” I said, a hint of defiance in my voice.
“Ah, a meaningless hookup then. Tell me, how is that going for you?” he said, his voice languid and amused.
That same steely gaze. My panties were now thoroughly soaked, and my nipples were almost uncomfortably hard.
“Well, it’s hard to find someone who fucks properly. No one’s really up to the task, from what I can tell,” I said. I was challenging him. If I was going to go home with him, it had better be worth it.
“And how do you need to be fucked?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse. Was he as turned on as I was?
Deliberate word choice, I noticed. Need, versus want. Maybe he would be a good fuck, after all. Maybe it was worth finding out.
He noticed my hesitation. “I bet you’re a kinky slut,” he said, appraising me. Was that appreciation I sensed?
“I am,” I responded, swallowing. “I like to be held down and fucked hard. Tied up. Slapped, choked. Breath play. Throat fucking.”
There. Maybe now he’d back down.
“It sounds like you want to be dominated,” he said, this time with definite pleasure and appreciation. And a hungry look in his eyes. Hot damn.
“Definitely,” I responded, my voice breathless. “I’m very–very–submissive. I want to be controlled and dominated and punished.”
Crap. Did I really tell him all that? This was not information he should know.
“Maybe even…” I added, trailing off and not meeting his eyes.
“Hmm?” he said, lifting my chin to look at him. “I wonder if I can guess,” he mused. He looked at me and licked his lips.
Ok, my jeans were now damp. This was getting ridiculous.
“I think you want me to Dom you,” he said slowly, not taking his eyes off mine. “I think you want me to do all those filthy things to you, because you’re a dirty little slut and you deserve to be punished. And fucked hard. Or I should say… fucked however hard I want. Or not. Whatever the case might be.”
His voice was hard. Powerful. Commanding. It sent a shiver down my spine.
I swallowed and bit my lip. There was no way I’d be able to refuse this man.
He stood up, pulled me close, and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue invaded my mouth forcefully. Confidently. I could barely stand.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled gently, his hand close to my scalp. He pulled harder as the kiss became more forceful, more intense. I nibbled his lip and he growled in pleasure.
He used his other hand to press his body against mine, and I felt the unmistakable bulge in his pants. He pushed his hard cock against me, and I moaned in pleasure. He grabbed my full ass and moved his lips to my neck, kissing roughly. As if he wanted to devour me.
And I wanted nothing more than to be devoured by him.
He wrapped an arm around me and pressed his lips to my ear. “Come home with me so I can show you what a proper fuck feels like. Fair warning though, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
“And that’s a promise,” he added.
I gasped.
He nibbled my earlobe as he continued, his voice in a low growl. “I need to fuck you. I can tell you’re a greedy little slut who just needs to be taken and punished. I’m going to leave bruises all over that beautiful soft skin.”
My legs felt like jelly. I was glad he was holding me up. Would he fuck me up against the wall, I wondered? He was certainly strong enough.
“Do you want that, princess?” he asked as he gently pressed his lips to mine. The change in behavior was thrilling. He was definitely going to be an incredible fuck.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly, unable to say more. I wasn’t sure how, but this man made me unable to speak. I was no longer the strong, intelligent woman who didn’t take shit from anyone. Instead, I became a panting, drooling, obedient slut who wanted nothing more than to please her Dom. Her incredibly strong, sensual, masculine–and dangerous–Dom.
God help me.
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When we arrived at his apartment, he was the epitome of the gracious host. Gone was the kinky Dom stalking his prey, replaced by a charming, affable man. It was a little unsettling. But also, very hot. Somehow, I trusted him, even though I barely knew the man.
Though, he was still arrogant. Of course he was, the bastard.
Well, I wouldn’t let it get to me. That would give him too much power. And God knew he had too much as it was.
“What do you want to drink?” he asked.
“Oh, now you ask?” I replied with a grin.
“This time you deserve it,” he replied, his voice hard and gravely. “Answer the question, slut.”
Fuck. There was that look in his eye again.
“Rum and coke,” I responded, swallowing hard. How the hell was he doing this to me? Why was I letting him?
He brought my drink over and sat next to me on the couch. “Here you go, princess,” and pressed the drink to my hand. His hand lingered on mine as he held my gaze.
My eyes fluttered as I accepted the drink. At least my hands weren’t shaking. But it didn’t matter. He knew I was going to do whatever he asked of me.
Correction: whatever he demanded of me.
He took my drink and set it on the coffee table, his eyes never leaving mine. He cupped my face in his hand and leaned over to speak, his voice low and hoarse, his breath hot against my neck.
“Make no mistake, pet, even though I’m going to do whatever I want to you tonight, you’re going to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m going to give you so many screaming orgasms that your voice will be hoarse tomorrow.”
“Oh, and I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name,” he added, a slow sly smile on his face. “Lexi,” he said, his voice a slow whisper.
Fuck. Just the way he said my name made my pussy twitch in anticipation. He took control so easily. Made me obey him. Turned me into a wanton little slut who wanted nothing more than to serve and please him.
Fuck. He had all the power now. There was no turning back.
Before I could catch my breath, his mouth was on mine, his kiss strong and firm. And oh, so delicious.
And then I was moaning. I was so turned on that I was moaning in his mouth. If he had any doubts about how he affected me, about how much power he had over me–well, they were certainly gone now.
I decided to stop fighting it. Who was I kidding anyway? From that first look in the bar, he knew just how much power he had. And he loved it. The fucker.
Fortunately for me, he planned to use this power to fuck my brains out. And I was going to let him, dirty little whore that I was.
With his mouth still on mine, he ran his hand through my hair and tugged gently. His other hand was on my breast, his thumb lightly stroking my hard nipple. My rock-hard nipple.
He pulled his lips from mine as I caught my breath. I glanced down and gasped softly when I noticed the unmistakable bulge in his pants. Was he just as turned on as I was? His cock looked perfect–big and thick and hard. Fuck. I sighed in pleasure.
He stood and pulled me to him gently, holding my small hand in his. He led me to his bedroom, chuckling slightly as he saw how unsteady I was on my feet. He put his hand on the small of my back, making me feel small and protected by his large frame.
His bedroom suited his personality perfectly. Dark velvet curtains, burgundy sheets, a masculine scent in the air. I shivered.
He stood behind me, his lips pressed to my neck. He licked lightly, making me gasp and shiver. He wrapped one hand around my waist and pushed his body against mine. Roughly. He pushed his hard cock against my ass, making me gasp as I felt just how hard he was. Fuck.
With his other hand, he traced a line on my neck, slowly and gently, making me sigh and moan. Then, he placed his hand firmly on my throat, with just enough pressure to make it clear that he was the one in charge. My eyes rolled back in my head. He knew just how to make me melt in his arms.
He pressed his lips to my ear. “Tell me, princess. Do you want me to dominate you? Do you want me to fuck you so hard you squirt all over my hard cock?”
He turned me to face him and pulled my hair roughly. “Answer me, princess. Do you want me to dominate you?” His voice was a low growl. He pulled my head back until my eyes met his.
I couldn’t speak. I gasped and sputtered.
He kissed me then, roughly, biting my lower lip. I gasped in pain. “Answer. Me. Now. I’m not going to ask you again, slut.”
His voice was rough and hard, with a tone I couldn’t quite identify. Was it annoyance? Anger?
I finally managed to say, “yes, I do,” my voice barely a squeak.
“Louder,” he commanded, grabbing my chin roughly. “Louder, slut!”
“Yes, yes, yes, please dominate me,” I said, my voice pleading. Desperate.
He released my chin. “Good girl. There’s hope for you yet.”
He held my body firmly against his. He was so strong, so hard, and so muscular. And those tattoos! Fuck.
His mouth was by my ear again. “Let me tell you what’s going to happen. I’m going to destroy your cunt. I’m going to fuck you until you’re raw and sore, and you’re going to love every fucking minute of it.”
He paused. “But first. What is your safeword, princess? I want to make sure you’re well taken care of, you filthy slut.”
He looked at me expectantly, the intensity of his gaze taking me by surprise. Maybe this is why I trusted him–he clearly took his role as a Dom seriously. He knew the difference between a scene and real life and wouldn’t use kink as an excuse for abusive behavior. Assuming I read him correctly, that is. If not… well, so it goes.
“Red,” I replied. “Red to stop the scene, yellow to slow down.”
“Perfect,” he replied smoothly.
Then, suddenly, his demeanor changed.
“Now you’re mine, slut,” he growled, looking big and strong and fucking… lethal.
Oh fuck. What had I gotten myself into?
“Let’s get these clothes off you,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He pulled off my shirt, unclasped my bra, and pulled off my jeans and underwear quickly and efficiently. I gasped in surprise. I hadn’t expected to be stripped naked quite so quickly.
“Get on the bed, slut,” he thundered, his face close to mine. I took a step back instinctively.
“Ok,” I managed.
His face darkened. “Let’s get one thing straight, you filthy whore. From now on, you will address me as ‘sir.’ If you don’t, you will be punished. If you disobey me, you will be punished. If you displease me, you will be punished.”
Then he smiled, a mirthless, dangerous smile. “Oh, and you’ll be punished, if I just fucking want to.”
“That’s because you’re mine now,” he growled, his eyes narrowed.
“Yes, sir,” I replied quickly, laying on the bed. “Whatever you want, sir.”
“Good girl,” he replied with a wink and a grin. “You’re catching on. Just a bit of training and you’ll be the perfect fucktoy.”
“Do you want that, slut?” He was taunting me.
“Yes, sir. I’d love that, sir.”
“Perfect,” he said, kissing me deeply.
I was both turned on and confused. First, he yelled at me and threatened me, then he was… almost sweet. It was a terrifying combination.
Hot, yes. But, terrifying.
He pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving only his boxers on, and lay next to me on the bed. He kissed me then, the force taking my breath away. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, kissing me even more insistently.
“I love kissing you, princess. I was right, you do know how to use your tongue,” he murmured softly.
His words barely registered. I was too distracted by the hard cock that was pressed against my drenched pussy. I couldn’t help gasping and moaning. This was quite possibly the hottest kiss of my life.
He pushed his cock against me with more and more pressure as he slowly rocked against me. He was huge. Oh. My. Fuck.
He kissed his way down my face, my throat, my collarbone… then, suddenly, he flicked his tongue over my nipple and bit down gently. Then, harder.
“Oh fuck, I love this,” I moaned.
He frowned and pulled away, growling, “I think you’re forgetting something, slut. Don’t make me remind you again.”
And with that, he squeezed my breast, hard, and twisted his hand slowly. I yelped.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I gasped in pain.
He slowly released my throbbing breast and resumed sucking my nipple. Except, now my breast was so sensitive that I could hardly take it. I moaned, both in pleasure and pain.
“I won’t forget again, sir,” I begged. “I promise.”
At this, he laughed. He moved his mouth to my neck and lightly traced his tongue in a circle. He blew on my neck gently, then bit down.
I yelped again. Fuck. I needed to come up with a sexier sound.
He alternated between gentle kisses, playful bites, and much, much harder ones. The mix of sensations made me dizzy. I’d definitely have bruises tomorrow.
Oh well.
“Thank you, sir, I love this!” I moaned.
He smiled. “Of course, princess. It’s not all punishment. Just when you’re a naughty little brat.”
His hand moved down my body until he reached the dampness between my thighs.
He laughed. “Damn, sweetheart. You’re soaked, you filthy little slut,” he growled. “Perfect.”
“It’s all because of you, sir,” I said breathlessly.
“Damn right,” he growled, his lips still pressed to my neck. He moved his fingers to my wet pussy and stroked lightly. I twitched and moaned.
“Looks like you have a greedy little pussy, slut,” he said with a chuckle. He was laughing at me. But I was in too much bliss to care.
“I do, sir. It’s greedy for you.”
“Mmmm,” he growled appreciatively. “This pussy is mine now,” he said, slapping it over and over, alternating between light and hard slaps. It was overwhelming.
It was incredible.
“Yes, sir, it is,” I said, between moans.
With that, he plunged two fingers into my slick cunt. I cried out in pleasure, and he groaned when he felt how tight and wet I was.
“I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll feel it in your stomach.” I gasped at the thought.
But not just at his words. He now had three fingers in my pussy, while his thumb stroked my clit. There was a wet, slapping sound as he finger-fucked me.
I screamed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to cum!”
“You’re not allowed to cum. Not until I say so,” as he sped up his motions. He was a fucking sadist.
“Please, sir, can I cum?” I panted and begged.
“Not yet, pet. Not quite yet…”
“Please, please sir, I need to cum,” I moaned. I was sobbing and my legs were shaking uncontrollably.
“Now, slut. Cum NOW,” he roared.
At that, I squirted all over his fingers and hand. I let out a low moan as the intense orgasm rippled through my body.
He laughed then, a full-on laugh. I was too exhausted and satiated to care.
“You made a puddle all over my hand, princess,” he marveled. “Fuck, it’s like you’ve never been fingered before,” he added with a grin.
“Not by someone as good as you, sir,” I replied, still gasping for breath.
“Damn right,” he said and grabbed my hair in a tight fist. Once again, he attacked my mouth with his, until I struggled to catch my breath. He seemed to enjoy overpowering me. Mmm, lucky me.
Then he pulled his boxers off and knelt over me, his heavy cock resting on my face.
“Since you were such an obedient little slut, I’m going to give you a reward. What you’ve been wanting all night.”
“Thank you, sir,” I said breathlessly as he guided his cock into my mouth. I sucked the head and twirled my tongue around it.
He grunted in appreciation. “That’s right, slut.”
I licked his frenulum, flicking my tongue back and forth. He growled again, a low rumbling sound that made my thighs clench and my knees go weak. “You are good at this princess. A slut like you gets a lot of practice, after all,” he said, through gritted teeth. Ah, so I was affecting him. Good.
“I love your cock, sir, it’s perfect,” I said as I eagerly took more of him in my mouth. I gripped the base of his cock as I obediently licked and sucked. This beautiful, hard cock deserved to be worshipped.
“Let’s see how good you are at facefucking, slut.” He grabbed my hair to steady my head and rammed his huge cock into my mouth. It felt like an assault, but I loved it. My face filled with tears as I gagged and nearly choked on his cock. But he didn’t slow down. He gazed at me, a hard stare that was as chilling as it was hot.
Finally, he pulled back slightly and put his hand on my throat. “You better not puke on my cock, you filthy slut. You do, and this will all be over. I’ll throw you out on your ass.”
I nodded, my mouth full of cock.
“Good girl,” he said, as he allowed me to resume the blowjob. I licked and sucked even more eagerly than before, not wanting to be punished with another brutal facefucking.
He pulled back suddenly in frustration. “That’s enough, you slut. I’m not going to cum in your mouth. Not when a cunt like this is available,” roughly slapping my pussy for emphasis.
I trembled in anticipation. “Thank you, sir,” I said, my voice quiet and deferential.
He got up, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and pulled it on efficiently. Then, he slowly lowered himself on me, smiling at my gasp when I felt his hard cock against my thigh.
“Let’s see if this pussy feels as good on my cock as it did on my fingers. And just imagine what I can accomplish with my cock,” he whispered in my ear. I shivered and moaned.
“Please, I need your cock, sir,” I begged.
He was teasing me now, rubbing his hard cock lightly against my eager pussy lips. I gasped and begged again.
He laughed at my reaction. He was toying with me, the fucker. He wanted to make sure I knew he was only going to fuck me on his terms.
Then, suddenly, he plunged his thick, hard cock all the way inside me. I cried out in surprise and pleasure. He filled me up perfectly.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck me,” I moaned, between cries of pleasure.
He paused. “Where are your manners, slut?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice as he pulled my hair. Hard. I screamed in pain.
“Sir! Sir! Fuck me, sir! Please,” I pleaded, my face full of tears.
“Ok. But not because you deserve it, because you don’t. But I’m enjoying this tight little pussy and I’m going to fuck you as hard and as long as I want.”
“Got that, slut?” he asked, pulling my hair. Not as hard as before, but still enough to sting.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, gasping. “Yes, sir, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Good girl,” he said as he kissed me deeply. He resumed fucking me, slow and deep at first, and then faster and harder.
It was perfect. I loved how he stretched my pussy, how he hit just the right spots. It was incredible. I could no longer speak.
He grunted in approval as my moans became louder, more feral. Each time he slammed into me, it sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. My pussy was so sensitive from the intense orgasm that each thrust was now pure ecstasy.
He pulled my arms over my head and held my wrists down with one hand. He put the other on my throat with just enough pressure to make it clear that he had complete control of me. I whimpered.
“Fuck. Yes. Sir. I love this,” I cried.
I was surprised at how much of an effect he had on me. I’d been held down and fucked hard before. But with him… it was a whole new level. Jesus.
He was talented, and he knew it.
“You like this, slut?” he hissed in my ear. “You’re such a filthy, depraved, stupid little whore that the only way to get you to shut the fuck up is to ram my thick cock in you.” And, for emphasis, he fucked me even harder, each thrust more delicious than the last.
“You seem to be enjoying this, slut, but I’m not hearing any appreciation,” he said, putting more pressure on my throat.
It took all my energy to respond. “Thank you, sir. Thank you for fucking me with your big hard cock. This is perfect, sir,” I moaned, panting and barely able to speak.
He removed his hand from my throat. He gently stroked it and slowly ran his fingers up to my lips.
“Such a pretty little mouth,” he remarked lazily, then covered it with his hand. I gasped.
He freed one of my arms and told me to tap his hand three times if I wanted him to stop or slow down. At this, I relaxed. He would make sure I was safe.
He slowly constricted my breath, holding my nostrils between his thumb and forefinger. He held it for a few seconds, then released me so I could catch my breath. I gasped.
It was all so intense. Here I was, getting fucked–hard–by a total stranger. A hulk of a man who was holding me down and stopping my breath. It was the hottest, most thrilling experience of my life.
He continued a few more times, holding my breath longer each time. He laughed when he saw just how hungry I was for more.
“Fuck, you’re a kinky little slut, aren’t you! I thought for sure that last one was too much, and it looks like you still want more.” He slapped my face a few times for emphasis. I let out a low moan.
He fucked me more slowly now, rubbing his cock against my clit. Damn, he really did know how to use his cock. He knew just how I liked to be fucked, without me even telling him. It was so intense that I was gasping and crying. He ignored me and just fucked harder.
“You’re such a good little slut, princess. Such a wet, tight little pussy. I love fucking you,” he whispered in my ear. I shuddered. My pussy gripped his cock harder, squeezing tightly each time he pulled out.
He groaned in pleasure, then pulled out suddenly. I felt empty. He was angry again, but I had no idea why. What did I fuck up?
“You greedy little cunt, squeezing me like that. Were you trying to make me cum? I decide when I cum,” he growled dangerously.
Fuck. He seemed even more angry than before. I was surprised–and just a tiny bit scared. I must have pushed him too close to orgasm. The thought was thrilling. I shivered.
He held my chin and slapped my face. Hard. I cried out. “I’m sorry, sir! I won’t do it again, I promise.”
But he didn’t stop slapping my face, though he used less force and alternated between each side of my face.
I fucking loved it. It hurt–a lot–but I loved it.
“You’re really getting punished now, whore,” he said dangerously, and effortlessly flipped me on my stomach.
He left the bed and returned with a flogger and a crop. Fuck.
He slapped my ass with the flogger in a slow, smooth, back-and-forth motion. It felt amazing. Just the right mix of pleasure and pain. My moans became louder and more insistent.
He was hitting me harder now, making my ass sore and undoubtedly, red. He struck my back, shoulders, ass, and thighs, keeping a steady rhythm as he increased the intensity.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” I panted.
Now he was striking me harder now, but periodically paused so I could recover. He didn’t want to push me too far. I relaxed more and was overcome with bliss.
Finally, he stopped and stroked my ass and thighs. It was jarring–such a caring gesture after he’d gone to town on my ass.
He put down the flogger and grabbed the crop. He pulled my legs apart and used it to slap my ass and pussy. The sharp pain followed by relief, was intoxicating. I could hardly breathe.
Finally, he stopped when he saw how sore I was. He swiftly flipped me on my back and resumed the impact play. Using the crop, he struck my tits, my stomach… and my pussy. I gasped with each stroke and remembered to thank him.
“Thank you, sir, thank you for punishing me,” I said, between breathy moans.
But he didn’t stop. Instead, he increased the intensity even further. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
“Please, sir,” I begged. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise, sir!”
He smiled then. I loved his smile. Sly and sexy and, oh, so evil.
“Good,” he said simply. He quickly put me all fours and surveyed my body. God, I loved how he manhandled me.
“So beautiful,” he mused. “I can’t wait to leave more marks on that beautiful, pale skin.”
“And what a lovely, round ass, all nice and red from the flogger. Perfect,” he said as he stroked my ass lightly.
“And now, I’m going to destroy your cunt.”
And with that, he had his fingers in me. Two, then three… then, four? I was shocked that I could stretch that much. It was delightful. He expertly flicked his thumb over my clit as I moaned more and more loudly.
Then he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his rock-hard cock. This time, he entered me slowly, teasing me. I gasped as I felt more and more of him inside me.
Then he started fucking me in earnest. He slapped my thighs and ass as he groaned in pleasure. He pounded me harder and harder, not stopping for a second. He seemed to be losing himself in the act. Finally.
He put his hand on my throat and angled his cock so it was hitting my G-spot. It was so intense that I was afraid I’d pass out. He held me up and continued his rhythmic fucking.
“Let’s make one thing clear,” he gasped through gritted teeth. “You’re mine now. This tight little greedy pussy is mine.” I could only moan in response.
“Say it. Say it now, slut,” he demanded, still fucking me, his balls slapping loudly against my pussy.
“I’m yours, sir. My pussy is yours to play with. Yours to fuck. Whenever you want, sir,” I said, between gasps. I could hardly speak.
“Good girl,” he growled.
Then he pushed me flat on my stomach, his cock still inside me. Prone bone. My favorite position. How did he know?
His fingers were on my clit, stroking and flicking and rubbing. The full weight of his body was on me, pinning me down. I couldn’t move. The feeling was so overwhelming that I started to cry.
“Yes, yes, just like that, sir,” I gasped.
“Grip my cock, slut,” he demanded. “I know you know how to do it.”
I was more than happy to oblige. I loved squeezing his cock, it made fucking him even more intense. “I’m close, sir,” I managed to say. “Please, sir, can I cum?”
“Yes, princess. This time you can cum for me.”
I felt the orgasm building, but I wasn’t quite there yet. He continued stroking my clit and fucking me, not slowing down as my pussy hugged his cock tightly.
“Cum for me princess,” he coaxed softly. “I’m close too. Cum on my cock.” I writhed against him, the orgasm still eluding me. I was surprised that he cared so much that I came. It was all so unfamiliar.
“Cum, NOW,” he growled suddenly in my ear. Raw, feral, commanding. My body responded.
I came hard, an intense screaming orgasm that made me squirt all over his cock. Somehow, he kept managing to make me squirt. Who was he?
He roared his release as he kept fucking me. I could feel his intense orgasm pulsing inside me. It made mine even more intense. As his orgasm continued, mine lasted longer than I thought possible. Did I just have a second orgasm?
“Thank you, sir, thank you for making me cum,” I blathered, crying and drooling and God knows what else.
“Good girl,” he growled smoothly in my ear. “You really know how to follow orders.”
He lay on his back and pulled me close, my head resting against his broad, tattooed chest. He stroked my hair and cheek, gently. I guess he liked me after all. I smiled.
He grinned back at me and kissed me softly.
“You were amazing, princess. Such a beautiful, obedient little slut. You took everything I gave you and wanted even more.” He paused. “It was pretty impressive, actually.”
I looked down in embarrassment, smiling shyly. He appreciated me. He knew what a filthy little slut I was, and not only was he not repulsed, but he fucking loved it. I felt warm and safe and cared for.
He stroked my hair gently. “You did such a good job that you’re my toy now. To play with and fuck whenever I want.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, happily.
“We’re not in a scene now, princess. You can call me Derrick,” he said with a smile.
“I want to be your fucktoy, Derrick. You made my pussy so happy,” I sighed.
“Mmm, I know, Lexi,” he whispered, kissing me deeply.
After a few minutes, he murmured, “Ok, princess, you should rest now. ‘Cause I’m going to fuck you several more times tonight.”
Oh. Fuck. Wow.
“Oh, and princess? I hope you don’t have any plans tomorrow, because you’ll be busy getting tied up and trying not to choke on my cock.”
I sighed and snuggled against his broad, muscular body. It sounded like a perfect Saturday.