The smell of tobacco woke me from a deep sleep. Instantly, moisture flooded my pussy. I knew what that smell meant. I rolled over to my stomach and pushed myself up until I was kneeling in the center of the bed facing the head board. I heard movement and the rushed exhale of smoke as he blew the tobacco from his lungs.
“Mmmm. That’s my good little slut.” His deep voice sent a dark thrill through my body strait to my pussy. He doesn’t use his words often during sex, and my body flushed as I reacted to the deep strains of his voice.
I kept my eyes closed. I knew the game well. I knew enough to know how far I could push him to get the reaction I wanted from him. I felt his finger tip trail down my spine and hook into my panties. He tugged on them to give me my first order. I stood up in the middle of the bed and removed my panties. His hand on my hip turned me to face him. Before I turned, I closed my eyes again. His fingertip touched my lips and slowly moved down my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach, until his fingertip rested on my clit. My breath caught as he moved his finger between my wet slit. His finger immediately moved away from me. I knew that catch was against the rules. He sat down next to me and tapped his legs. My second order was given.
I climbed off the bed. I lay across his lap with my ass and pussy in the air. The rush of cold air hit my buttocks right before the sting of his hand connecting with my flesh struck me. He waited a beat for the sting to settle in before he gently rubbed my ass cheeks. His hand moved again and the sting of his hand slapping my exposed pussy zinged through my body. The flat of his palm rubbed my pussy until it felt better. I knew I had one more coming. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating, craving the pain of his spankings. Once more his hand connected to my pussy. The delicious pain of it had me creaming on the hand that was now rubbing the site of the smack.
“Good girl,” he said as he slipped two fingers inside my pussy. He stroked my g-spot but I knew I couldn’t get excited. He won’t let me cum yet. And just before I tipped over that slippery edge he withdrew his fingers. I heard the sounds of him licking his fingers. I almost whined. I choked it back just before I let it slip out of me. He tapped my butt twice signaling it was time for me to stand.
I stood in front of him with my eyes closed. I don’t know why, but he hated me looking at him until he told me I could. Looking into his eyes was my goal. Each time we were together, I secretly hoped that this would be the time our eyes connected. He stood in front of me and unzipped his pants. That was my directive to undress him. Keeping my eyes downcast, I removed his clothing with the efficiency he taught me have.
His cock sprang out of his pants, ridiculously long, thick, and hard. My mouth watered to taste him, but I knew that would only slow him down to spanking me again and we would start all over. I pulled his shirt over his head and folded his pants and shirt and laid them on the chair he had been smoking in earlier. I resumed my position of standing in front of him with my eyes cast down. He walked a circle around me. Gently touching my breasts, my neck, the back of my arms. When he was behind me, he let his cock settle between my ass cheeks. I felt my desire run down the inside of my legs.
He fisted his hand in my hair at the base of my head and pushed me to bending over. The hand in my hair twisted tightly and I grimaced until I felt his other hand, gently tug on my nipple. More desire ran down my leg. He unwound his hand and pushed my face to the side into my bed. He entered my pussy in one long stroke. His balls rested on my clit for a moment before he pulled out of me. He released my face and tapped my left shoulder. That was his unspoken order to get on my knees in front of him. As I was standing, he threw a pillow to his feet so I would have comfort on my knees. I kneeled in front of him with my hands held behind my back. I turned my face up, but kept my eyes downcast.
He trailed his fingers down both sides of my face and forced my mouth open with his thumbs. His cock was right there. He held each side of my face as he slowly fucked my mouth. His cock is not small. My jaw stretched painfully to accommodate his girth. I kept my lips tight around his cock; he had shown me how he likes me to hold my mouth. In and out he moved slowly. Like he was savoring the way it felt when the head of his cock touched the back of my throat. Each time he did, I swallowed so my throat would massage the head of his cock. His groans were music to my ears. He loved when I did this to him. He pulled my face off his cock and touched my right breast with the palm of his hand.
That was my directive to get on the bed, on my hands and knees. I felt the inside of my legs shake while I crawled into his favorite position. He spanked me – hard, and fast. My labia stung with heat after each swat. After so many swats I lost count, he ground his palm against my clit and rubbed in circles. I came immediately. As the orgasm crescendoed, I knew I would suffer for the orgasm. I can only cum when he tells me I can. When he felt my pussy stop spasming, he withdrew his hand and got off the bed. He hadn’t told me to move so I stayed in that position. Last time I came without him telling me I could, he spanked my breasts and nipples until they glowed red. He wasn’t gone long.
He was kneeling behind me. I could feel his weight shifting the bed. Then I felt a cold liquid being poured on the crack of my ass. Lubrication wasn’t something we have used before. And I suddenly understood his intentions. Fear dried my mouth and I began shaking from not knowing how this would feel. He didn’t give me any warning. He starting massaging the lubrication into my ass crack and around my virgin ass hole. He poured more lube on me and started using a finger to work the lube inside my ass. His finger wasn’t painful. It was certainly uncomfortable, but it didn’t hurt. More lube touched my ass as he pushed a second finger in my ass. I felt pain, but it wasn’t unbearable. He moved the two fingers in and out of me slowly, twirling his fingers around inside me to loosen me up. I felt another drip of lube as he eased a third finger in my eyes. I gritted my teeth and willed my breathing to stay slow and deep. I desperately wanted to please him after having the orgasm without his permission. I started rocking my hips back to meet his fingers.
“That’s my good girl, my beautiful whore,” he said softly. He was being incredibly gentle with me. I knew the worst pain was coming. He slowly pulled his fingers out of my ass and replaced them with the head of his cock. I felt him push into me and it took everything in my to not scream. The pain was hot and fierce. I felt the cool liquid of the lubricant where his body touched mine. The pain eased a little and he started rocking back in forth in very small, short thrusts. It took time, but he was finally, deep inside my ass.
And then he withdrew completely and shoved himself right back in. I was stunned at how good it felt. I found myself rocking back to meet his thrusts. He began moving faster and faster. His hands gripped my hips as his hips pistoned against me. The friction of him in my ass was hot and the lube kept it comfortable. I felt the pressure building in my lower abdomen. I was going to cum and he was going to be really displeased. His breathing changed and I knew he was going to cum in my ass. I rocked back harder to meet his thrusts. I knew it would be soon.
He yelled as the orgasm took him over. He had never done that before. Normally, he was so quiet when he orgasmed I had wondered if he even liked having them. There was no doubt as he yelled over and over. I could feel his cock spasming in my ass and his seed shooting deep. My own orgasm ripped me open. This man could do amazing things to my body.
He pulled slowly out of me and touched my left hand signaling me to go clean up. I walked to my bathroom and turned on the shower. I knew he would be gone when I was finished cleaning and for the first time I found myself wishing he would be there when I got back. The shower was a large, walk in shower. I was stunned when I heard the door behind me open and he walked in. I immediately lowered my eyes wondering what the hell was happening. He stepped in the shower ahead of me and held out his hand to help me get in the shower with him. He stood me under the spray and poured my shower gel into my loofah. He washed my body from head to toe and all the places in between. Keeping my eyes down and my mouth shut was becoming harder and harder. This had never happened before. I was incredibly confused.
“Look at me,” he said. I looked up at him for the very first time since meeting him. His eyes were shockingly blue. And warm. He smiled slightly at me. “You’re my fuck toy, now.” He said. He’d never spoken with such a possessive tone before. “That means, we belong to each other now.” He explained.
I shook my head yes and smiled slightly back. Then I wondered how that was going to work. We had never even exchanged our names.