1 month ago. Sep 11, 2021, 12:42 AM
Holding her by the throat firmly, he asks her in a gentle whisper "Who do you belong to?"
She's wet and shivering, so turned on now but she shows him a slight smile, replying "You, Sir". A part of her wants to chuckle at the contrast of his touch and tone, but he's only given her a hair's width of breath to convey her response, due to his vice-like grip.
Yanking her hair back roughly after releasing her neck, he bites her on the red finger marks he'd left behind. His teeth go deep, aggressively marking her more. She whimpers at the pain, while feeling more moisture gather between her legs.
There was a time where she would've called her safeword now, just from the duality of her emotions. She used to feel such shame at being aroused during their sessions. It didn't make sense to her why she'd get wet from moments that were so similar to her experiences of past abuse. But just the knowledge that he truly cherished her and that trust had been built over time, made a world of difference. She'd grown to know, he'd always honor her safeword. He'd keep her safe not only during, but after play.
Feeling secure in the fact that he holds her to a high esteem, instead of as a worthless nothing, she's pushed closer to the release she craves. Instead of fighting him, she leans further into his touch. Her body aches for everything he longs to give her and it makes her tremble. Goosebumps have arisen on her skin and a blush covers her face, neck and supple breasts.
Wearing only a black, lace corset, her cleavage is center stage. Pulling the top of her garment down, her ample bust spills out and before she realizes his intention for her, each one is slapped hard and a harsh sting is left in the wake of the sound. She gasps loudly and he swallows her surprise with a kiss that makes her toes curl.
They're both panting when he releases her. Then he stands back to watch, after ordering his darling submissive to remove her clothing and lay down on the bed. Surprisingly not on her back, but on her stomach instead, she's left wondering what he has in store for her.
A spreader bar is placed between her ankles, after her wrists have been tied to the bed posts. Soaking wet and feeling helpless, he places a magic wand against her clit, turning it up to a mid- setting. Her body shakes uncontrollably from the sensation, as she's already so swollen and sensitive.
"No cumming babygirl" He tells her commandingly.
She doesn't speak, just bites her lip to stave off the impending orgasm.
She cries out at the unexpected spanking she's now getting. There's something so erotic about the impact of each strike, heating the skin, while feeling her cheeks jiggle simultaneously. She hears his grunt of approval, as she takes the onslaught with little noise or protest. Her boundaries are being pushed but she's patient, allowing him to use her body for his pleasure.
Before long, she tastes blood on her tongue from biting her lip so hard, attempting to not fall over the edge of bliss she knows awaits her. She only needs him to give permission, but it has not yet come. Her Sir removes the toy from her soaking wet clit, entering her cunt swiftly from behind.
He places a blindfold over her eyes, as he thrusts slowly but deeply into her. With her hair now wrapped in his fist, he rides her in a rhythm that makes butterflies swarm her belly and her wetness coat the hard cock buried in her sweet pussy. She feels his body weight heavier upon her, when he turns her head roughly to the side, passionately kissing her full lips.
She imagines his mouth looking wet, with a tinge of red from her busted lip. He says nothing about it, but the moan she hears when he releases her, makes her smile in satisfaction at his pleasure. Feeling his hard member grow more erect inside her, he pounds her harder, hitting her g-spot at the perfect angle to make her become ravenous with need.
Sounds are escaping her that are more animalistic than human, driving him to lose control and ride her like a wild bull. Unexpectedly he rips the blindfold from her eyes, turning her head almost painfully towards him so he could look in her eyes.
"Don't cum baby" He says in a strained voice while not breaking eye contact.
"Oh Sir, please!!" She begs him desperately.
"No! Your cum is mine. When I say."
"Oh fuck" Panting loudly, her heart pounds erratically in her chest and tears begin pouring from her eyes.
He cums deep inside her then, a mighty roar filling the room, while he coats her insides with his precious seed. She's full on bawling now, desperate need driving her emotions.
Removing the spreader bar from her ankles, then unwinding her wrists, he rubs the soreness from her body as she cries, laying her on her back now. He kisses her tenderly on the lips as he leaves fiery licks and bites down her neck and breasts while reaching between her legs and fingering her deeply with his middle and ring fingers.
Her tears have slowed and she's moaning again, a beautiful blush covering her whole body and her limbs taut like guitar strings. Before long, his head is between her thicc thighs, shaking madly as he laps up her juices from her asshole to her sopping wet clit. She begins begging again and he raises his head to answer her. Their eyes meet piercingly, his cobalt blue to her chocolate brown. The left side of his mouth rises, showing her a sexy, devilish grin.
"I'm sorry everyone." Miranda clears her throat, trying to get her mind back on the meeting she's in. "Where were we?"
"We were discussing strategy to increase our profit margins against our closest competitors." Miranda's executive partner says with irritation.
She mumbles her apology, nodding an affirmative to the question her partner needed to ask twice, then continued running the meeting as if there'd been no interruption. Lowering her gaze to take a deep breath and try to gain her composure again, she crosses her legs under the conference room table. Feeling the wetness at the center of her thighs from the daydream of last night's session, she curses the time, frustrated that she can't touch until this meeting ends.
Once she has herself under control, Miranda raises her eyes, seeing his blue eyed stare from the other end of the table, the chatter in the background drowned out by her erratic heartbeat. He smirks at her, knowing full well what she was thinking just before. Then to her shock, he raises his hand to his nose, sniffing the digits that were inside her 30 minutes ago. Soon after, he licks them subtly, all the while not taking his eyes off her. He hadn't washed them before leaving her office and the mere knowledge of it makes her blush.
Thankfully, the meeting is brought to a close, but to her mortification, he removes his fingers from his mouth and speaking loudly to the room, he says with mirth "I taste sweet victory after that riveting meeting, don't you?"
Everyone laughs in agreement as he winks at her. Then Miranda stands, heading toward the exit with red tinged cheeks and without looking back.