“On all fours again.” I extract the dildo then encourage her to go to her hands and knees using my fingers hooked in her collar, then I tug on the leash. “Come.”
She follows me as I go to the table before the window. The old bruises from my bites sing to me. Marking her is one of my favorite acts but the collar, that seals this.
My god. I can breathe again. My heart lies at ease when I see that around her neck.
I knot the handle end of the leash to an anchor point on the table leg nearest my chosen chair then seat myself. She’s kneeling on the floor before me, looking as sweet and beautiful as ever.
“I still want to fuck with your head…Hailey.” There, I said her name. I’m out the other side of this fucking priority command. “And your pussy too.” I prop my elbow on the armrest and, smiling, rest my face in theVof my hand. I can smell her on my hand.
“Mmm?”
“I was going to tie you on your back on the table to violate you, fuck you at both ends. I love the sound of that word—violate. But, no.Youare enough. And I think this is what we both need.”
Hailey
He clicks his fingers.
“Come to me. Here.” He points to his erect cock where it juts up from his lap. “Crawl to me, Beautiful.”
That’s three names he’s called me. Petgirl. Something ruder? And now, Beautiful. I like this one the best. The edge has gone from his face, the cruelty there has lessened.
If he wants me to crawl, I will. How he’s been making me do things, it resonates within me. The mental gymnastics to get myself here, into this mindset are…just…I guess. I don’t know, just, I like this. I like being his. I like being able to justbe.
He sits in that chair like a king waiting for his subject to fuck him, and that sly amused smile is all for me.
The leash is long and pools in loops of silver beside my knee. It tinkles and slides, metal on metal, as I crawl to his feet then haul myself up his legs. He fists a tangle of chain near where it connects to my collar and uses it to direct me.Though his legs are spread, there is room for mine to slip to the outside of his broad thighs.
“Come,” he rumbles, his fist pulling the leash as I walk my knees deeper into the chair, until my open legs bring his cock beneath me. It bends, heading for my entrance and I look down and adjust my position and my inner thigh jostles against the head. The slickness makes us glide on each other, wet skin on wet cock.
My breath hitches.
“Ohh, you’re stillfuckingwet for me.” He groans this and our mouths meet, slide, teeth scrape and bite. Fuck I love being held and taken. We exchange heated breaths and whispered moans as I wriggle to center my slit over the head of his cock. “Fuck yourself on me, Petgirl.”
I’m whimpering, my eyes are closing, and I’m unsure where to direct my attention—to my pussy where he pushes inside me, forcing apart my walls in the best excruciating method of fucking me ever, or to my mouth, where he’s slowly ravaging me. I paw at him, finding his huge shoulder muscles and biceps and trailing my hands down his chest over the track marks where he was stitched.
Though I’ve pushed myself down him, am sure he is inches inside, and my pussy is squashing in on him, I hit a limit where I need to adjust. I’ve forgotten his girth.
I dare to grasp the shaft of his cock. The heat of his flesh and that I have this part of him in my hand—we’re joined by this. We’re one, one creature, the beast with two backs.
I’m breathing hard and rapidly as he bites the side of my neck, then releases my skin and muscle and growls, “Down!” He hip-thrusts upward, driving in further even as his hand presses me down.
I’m fully impaled in half a second, and my mouth forms anO. “Oh fuck.”
The squelch of my pussy eating the entire length of Kail’s cock is a stirring punctuation. I moved my hand in time. I’m clutching parts of him like he’s a lifeline that stops me from drowning.
Then he swears and starts to lift me then slam me down again in a perfectly nasty rhythm that makes me keen and scratch his arms with my nails as I try to resist, then squirm on him when he stops.
“Slower?” I sob.
“You can take it.”
He holds me higher then jams me onto him. He’s strong enough to do this forever. I may disintegrate into mush.
Our bodies slap as they meet. There’s the filling of me below, the relentless punishment and pleasure, and that he stops to kiss me, to sink his teeth into all of me, everywhere, to kiss my breasts. And the sensations build and build to a frantic crescendo. I’m almost there, almost, with my thighs shaking, and with need tightening in my belly.
I hit climax. Mind-blown, muscles taut, I gasp and cry out then hear him groan. He drives into me—ramming us together. His cock pulses as he finishes, and the pressure of his come inside me is all I can feel as I collapse forward, breathing into the side of his neck, quivering.
“Beautiful.” He slides his hands to my waist.
