Initial Offering - Part II

My lips drove up and down his shaft as my tongue danced across his head and stroked his length. Wet sloppy sounds echoed through the room. I couldn't get enough of Him. He let me have my way. I sucked. I slurped. I fed from Him. I was ravenous. I latched onto His perfect swollen head and sucked like the ravenous bitch I was, moving in every angle my precarious position allowed.

My cunt dripped down my thighs as my desire for Him only burned hotter with each taste. My nails dug into the underside of the soft beautiful wood.

With a deep breath I took His meat. Across the ridged roof of my mouth to the soft back and further down my throat. My nose pressed against the warmth of his wiry mat of hair. My throat clenched around his head as I gagged loudly without shame. He groaned in pleasure and suddenly I felt his palm cup the back of my head and force me another inch further onto his dick. I gagged harder. I choked. I needed oxygen, but still He held me firmly on Him. Then He growled low, dark, hungrily. That primal pitch was like lightening to my soul, and I came in a violent eruption.

I whimpered and shook as my orgasm flooded through me. The sound of my cum raining down on the piano bench sounded like a momentary thunderstorm. Tears streamed down my face. He gripped my hair and ripped me off His dick. He gasped for breath as I panted, hungry for more. My lust was no where near sated, and the hard rod before me proved he was no where near done with me either.

With His free hand, He slid his palm down the arch of my back and stepped closer pushing His dick and nuts into my cheek. He still held my head firmly in place, no longer willing to let me have my way. When His thick strong hand stroked the curves of my ass, I arched into his touch. The animal in me purred. With a tug he pulled my dress to my waist and slipped two fingertips between my legs and dragged them wickedly through my smooth soaked cunt lips. I gasped. I blushed again but arched further begging for more his touch. He gave me nothing.

His hand traveled back up my spine. Then both hands released me as he stepped to the side and walked to stand behind me. Ass in the air. Puddle between my knees. Pussy weeping and begging for Him to use.

I was disoriented from the loss of His heat and the feeling of complete vulnerability. My sluttiness couldn't have been more evident. My raw need for Him couldn't have been any more blatant. Both my holes were willing and waiting.

His hand lifted my foot off the bench then trailed up my calf to my inner thigh slick with desire. He slapped firmly and I knew he wanted me wider than the bench allowed. I dropped my foot to the floor and shifted my weight. He slapped my other thigh. I obeyed.

I straddled the bench even as I leaned over. With one hand he gripped and molded my fat ass. I groaned in sheer pleasure. His hands were as strong and as demanding as they looked. A sharp slap and another stung my ass cheeks. I whimpered and bit my swollen lips at the sweet pain. Then two fingers dove into me ruthlessly. I cried out and leaned back begging for anything He'd give me. His dark chuckle sent shivers up my spine.

As abruptly as His fingers had filled me they were gone, and He was quickly in front of me slipping His cum soaked fingers in my mouth while He slapped my face with His still rock hard dick. I sucked as His fingers licking every trace of my sweet juice from His skin.

I looked up at Him. His intensity stole my breath. I'd never felt such focus. He cupped my chin, and I searched His face. For a moment we were both still. His face seemed to darken, but His gaze never left mine as He began to unbuckle His belt. He tugged and the black leather slowly pulled loose from the loops of His slacks. My heart raced.  I swallowed but never broke eye contact.

His hand shifted to grip my hair and tilt my face further into the light, so my lips were a breath away from His thick beautiful head. With no warning, the leather lashed at my ass. I twitched and cried out. A smile tugged once again at His lips, and His dick seemed to somehow harden even more. Despite the tears that welled at the sweet burning kiss of His belt, I offered no resistance. Again He cracked the leather across my tender pale skin, and I groaned in the blessed mix of pleasure and pain. Again. I moaned as pain shattered every thought.  His smile grew.

Again.
Again.
Again.

I panted. Tears fell. Yet still I raised my ass to His Pain, His Dominance, His Beast. My sole purpose in existing was to feed His Darkness.

He took.
I gave.

My ass cheeks burned.  I whimpered as the masochist heat flooded through me. Again and again He licked my skin with fiery leather kisses until I looked at Him with tears streaming down my face and laughed darkly. Another lash. Still I laughed. His jaw clenched, and a wicked sharp lick ripped another orgasm from my soul as cum shamelessly splashed loudly between my trembling thighs.  I kept cumming on the piano bench like a whore.

With my next breath His belt felt to the floor, and He was on me. His patience and control in shreds. He pulled me up to meet His ruthless kiss. His tongue plundered and claimed. His teeth nipped at my lips.  His hands tore at my dress to clench brutally at my sweet heavy tits.

My lioness roared in answer to His unleashed ferocity.
I came again.

He took three steps back dragging me with Him. He sat back in the chair and pulled me down to my knees. His lips latched onto my nipples while His hand plunged between my thighs. One finger. Two. Three. He took. I gave. I was both His goddess and His whore. I was everything and nothing. I was undone. Stuffed with His fingers, His lips on my fat tits and grip on my pussy claimed what had been His the moment He'd locked the door behind Him.

He drove into me relentlessly, and my cunt clenched at His insistent demand.  I came in a molten river that poured across His hand.  I was shameless.  I was His.  He broke free of my nipple to laugh darkly. I shook helplessly in His arms. My hands instinctively sought His hard cock. The blind need to please Him even more was my sole desire.

He dragged His cum soaked hand up my belly and my chest to grip my hair. He brought me to what I needed most. I opened my mouth and swallowed Him. With no mercy He forced me down to where I gratefully gagged and choked. I sucked and stroked with hot wet abandon. Again and again. My tongue flicked and lashed. My lips dragged over Him in an endless tempo. Tightening His grip in my hair His hips flexed, and He plunged brutally down my throat with a sharp hiss and a deep growl. Suddenly His hot nut filled my mouth. I sucked relentlessly even as I came again on the floor like a bitch in heat.

I drank Him.
I milked Him.
I sated Him.

Slowly His grip loosened.  I eased my pace and softened my cum stained lips. As He softened and relaxed in my mouth, I sighed in bliss.

This.
This is what I was meant for.

To serve a worthy Man.

He dragged a gentle hand through my hair and sighed in answer, pulling me patiently from His dick. I rested my head against His thigh in sweet contentment.  His thumb traced my bruised lips, and I raised my lashes to meet His warm gaze. A smile tugged once again at His lips. I blushed and basked in his approval.

He cupped my cheek possessively. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, DominaKat," He said in that smooth sexy voice I'd come to crave.

I smiled in return and kissed His palm before I raised my gaze back to the Man who'd tempted my submissive soul. "A pleasure to finally meet you too," I whispered. "Indeed, pure sweet pleasure."
~DominaKat