We'd barely said more than hello, but His dick had brushed the back of my hand in the elevator and was rock hard and hungry. If we'd been alone for more than one floor it may have been in my mouth. It had been nearly two weeks since we'd seen each other and three since we'd been alone. The door shut easily, and instantly His mood subtly shifted. In less than thirty seconds the flogger was in His hand.
"Get on the bed on all fours, and don't move," he said simply. His tone - so practical and neutral - gave little warning about what might come, but His intent was sharp and focused. At the moment I was His single desire, and I had His complete attention.
My brows lifted in curiosity, and with no questions I obeyed. Knees together. My ankles tight at the fall of the bed. My palms pressing into the soft silky texture of my grey top throw. I waited without any expectation. At some point - I don't know when, though I understand why - I gave up anticipating Him in any way. This. Now. Us. In whatever shape, form, mood, circumstance might be. I accepted the moment.
He moved behind me, and His hands confidently and almost clinically stroked up the outside of my thighs to lift the skirt of my dress. The warmth of His palms brushed over the curve of my ass, pushing the fabric to my waist. He patted one cheek. "Take off your underwear."
I laughed to myself. I hate panties. I'd only worn the damn thong for Him. Without comment I obeyed, baring my hungry cunt and the fat anal plug buried fully in my asshole.
His thumb pressed once, twice, three times. My head fell and a groan crawled from my throat at the dark pressure.
"Good, girl." Another pat to my ass before He stepped back, calmly spoke to me, and began filling in the gaps I had of His life over the previous two weeks. I knew the high level difficulties and just as I was about to say something reassuring...
The flogger struck. Hard. I gasped as pain exploded with a blinding burst through my mind. I sucked oxygen back in through my teeth and tried to process the unexpected yet desperately needed harshness.
His narration of His recent challenges continued nearly without pause in the same practical cool manner as He begun.
SLAP! SLAP! Two more strikes in rapid succession landed with vicious stings across the tender meat of my fat ass. I flinched. I cringed. So much for "Don't move." It had been too long. I'd had no mental or emotional pre-game warm up. I was taking it cold. I both loved and hated it.
He continued to speak. Calm. Even. About the frustrating chaos He had to shovel through. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
Another lightning strike. Worse than the last three. My forehead fell to the bed with a whimper. "Yes, Sir," I repeated a little dazed. This was the most pain He'd ever delivered. Half of me smiled in delight and challenge while the other half whispered...girrrrrrrl, what did you get us into?
Another vicious lick, this one to my thigh. I flinched but returned to position. Another. Flinch. Return. Another. Fuck me. I clutched the throw in both hands and gasped for air trying to process the stings that had crawled in rapid succession from the skin of my thighs and up my spine to the base of my skull before shattering my mind and thoughts.
"Do you understand?"He asked again as calm and cooly as before.
"Yes, Sir," I repeated louder.
Another wicked lash. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," I repeated this time raising my voice and trying to add more...force behind my words.
It apparently wasn't enough as the flogger landed again across my ass. "Do you understand?"
I responded on instinct worried about the open wide windows and the knack of New York City buildings to bounce and amplify sounds between the brick faces. "Daddy, please...the neighbors will hear."
"Good girl. That's better." He shifted behind me and began a rhythmic figure-eight pattern. The breeze immediately danced across my skin in sweet kisses, and the solid but less brutal lashes finally brought up the tide of endorphins. Within minutes His strikes became harder and harder.
I sighed as the tide turned to a flood, and the pain...still pain yet indescribably something else too. Hot, greedy licks to my body that drank my soul.
His rhythm shifted to threes in forceful quick succession, striking my ass and my back. I lowered my head to the bed and lifted my ass higher, now begging like a greedy bitch for His pain. Harder. Heavier. Fuck yes, this... I hummed as I was rewarded.
He stepped back to where He'd started and blows across my ass and thighs again. The strikes echoed again and again intermingled with my sighs and moans until finally...I started cumming. Again. And again. My squirt dripped across my ankles. I spread my legs, threw back my head, and came in a gush so hard that it splattered the floor and pushed my plug to the hardwood as well.
"Good girl."
In seconds, He was behind me with His dick in hand. He dragged His head through my fat sensitive cunt lips and then sank deep and firm in me. "Fuck you," He whispered.
"Yes, fuck your whore," I answered lost in masochistic bliss and a whore's desire.
He answered with another deep stroke that left us both groaning. It was a long time before silence filled the room. ;-)
*******
I followed His lead. I gratefully accepted His pain. However, for many reasons, my submission remained still and untouched. That flood of submissive heat never overtook me and left me tumbling in its current to lay trembling at His feet. Instead, I followed, obeyed, accepted, and gave by choice. I took and enjoyed Him and all that He gave for myself while still using every skill I had to give my Sadist and Lover as much as He gave me.
I would have found fault in myself before for that lack of submission, but not now. I gave everything I had to give that night and almost passed out doing it. lol (I am not as young as I once was.) I accept myself, Him, our moods, our journey together...even when it is complicated and not everything it could be. I simply embrace the moment and all the joy, passion, and peace it brings us. He will always have my genuine self. Nothing more. Nothing less.
~DominaKat
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