“I’m going to put a collar on you while I hold the leash,” I say as I put my left hand around her neck. “Expose your neck to me.” She tilts her head upward, and I secure the collar around her, and then I grab hold of the leash. I straighten myself, and saliva is forming in my mouth, and I’m behaving like a rabid dog.
“You are my fuck toy, little hummingbird. Mine to fuck hard into oblivion.” I leave no room for doubt there. When she doesn’t answer, I pull on the leash.
“Answer me, dirty slut.”
“Yes, my god.”
“Good. But that isn’t the punishment.”
“It isn’t?” She sounds disappointed, while I need to keep my cool.
“I’m going to spank you four times while you push two fingers in your pussy. Get your cunt nice and wet for me,” she gasps. “That’s an order.”
“Yes, my god.” Her words might sound detached, but I know her. She is just listening to my orders and being obedient. Lana’s left hand goes to her pussy and pushes two fingers inside of her, while I get ready. I tug on the leash for just a little bit, and I strike.
Lana’s breath could tell a story on their own right now. I don’t need her words or her permission. There’s a tremble in each inhale, like her body is reacting faster than her mind can catch up. The ego boost I’m getting right now is insane—I’m responsible for her downfall, and I love it.
“Dirty little sluts don’t get rewarded right away.” Slap. “Will you be honest next time to me?” Slap. Lana doesn’t say anything right away as she is driving herself insane. Her fingers are pushing deep inside of her pussy, and the sounds from down there are an aphrodisiac.
“Answer me, now!” Slap.
“I will, fuck, M!” Slap.
“My bad girl will learn the consequences.” Slap. I stop slapping her because I don’t want her to come on her fingers. Her orgasm is mine. Lana leaps forward to balance herself on her elbows and with her face into the bed. Her ass is now almost in my face, and I will never fucking complain about that.
I push my cock inside of her, and it’s like a knife cutting through butter—smooth and easy. I’m moving with a relentless, intoxicating rhythm. With every trust, I tug on the leash harder.
“Your pussy is my motherfucking kingdom, little hummingbird,” I tell her as she gasps because of the pleasure I’m instilling into her.
“Only fucking yours!” The sounds she’s making are unraveling me. I push deeper, and the collar and leash are a great way to support the way we are fucking each other’s brains out.
“Come for your god then!” My scream is as honest as hers before. I give Lana one last tug on the leash, and she falls apart. I’m filling her because I want to have our baby.
Our child.
Forever with Lana.
Once we are both spent, I turn her over and remove the collar. I place it in the bathroom to wash, then return with our underwear and pajamas. We slip into our clothes and drift off to sleep.
This is tranquility, and I won’t let her fucking father ruin this life for us.
50
Lana
It’s Tuesday, and I’m meeting Emin for one last time before he is off to do whatever he needs to do. The last couple of days have been blissfully quiet, and I thank God for that. I feel like I really got to know M through his actions and sweet declarations of love.
It’s early evening, and I’m waiting for Emin outside of my former workplace. The stuff I had to endure these last couple of years at this place, I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. But then again, maybe I was the enemy all along?
“Lana? Are you there?” Emin’s voice snaps me out of my trance as I turn around to face him. I walk up to him, and we hug. We walk to a small café and sit down to talk about his departure to Tuzla and life in general.
“Okay, so, how is everything moving along?” I ask him as I take a sip of my coffee. Emin leans closer while stirring his tea.
“Everything is great. So, how have things been with you?” His question makes me move my lips from left to right, and he senses my hesitation to answer his question honestly.
“It’s complicated. I feel like feelings got involved, and I don’t know how to deal with it,” I answer him. I’ve known Emin for a couple of years, and he has stuck with me through the worst. Nothing ever romantically happened between us, and nothing ever will.
“Lana, how did that happen?” he asks me, and I don’t detect any judgment in his tone.
