(Part I - If you missed it.)
Ten minutes later I stood in front of Him in just a towel. He'd spilled the contents of our toy bag across the bed. I also noticed a few other additions that must have come from His luggage. By the looks of things it was going to be a long, hard night. I smiled softly.
His hand ripped the tucked corner of my towel, and I was once again nude. He slapped both tits and then worried my nipple until I cried out from the pain. "I'll tell you if and when you can cover up. Any other time I want to see the flesh I own. Understood?"
My cunt clenched at His words, and my submission dropped another few levels. He'd never been so demanding. "Yes, Sir."
"Go stand in front of the mirror. Bend over the dresser. Show me dat ass."
I obeyed.
Before my breasts even touched the top of the dresser, His bare hand landed on my ass with a vicious smack that left me gasping for breath and my eyes tearing. "I promise. It's gonna be tough to sit at today's meeting. Every moment of that meeting you'll remember you're Mine to do with as I please."
The flogger came down viciously. I gasped as my mind shattered and the white searing light of pain exploded in through my brain. My nails dug into the wooden back panel of the dresser as I gripped the edge.
I lifted my ass for another and was immediately rewarded. I sucked in air through my teeth and braced myself for the next. Two more came in quick succession.
"Fuck!" I cried.
He simply chuckled and shifted to stand directly behind me. His fist plunged into my hair, and He forced me from my elbows to my palms. "Look in the mirror. I want to watch you hurt."
He proceeded to tear into me. The round curve of my ass. The sides. The back of my thighs. The sides. Again and again He lashed my ass and thighs, not hard enough to bruise but enough to turn my skin to pure fire. The rapid explosions of pain in my mind made me senseless. Pain and Him were the only things I knew. The familiar pressure started to build in me. He must have seen it in my face.
"Don't cum," He ordered.
Somehow I pushed back on the urge.
For the first time ever, He didn't let up, simply rained pain down on me. I leaned my forehead against the smooth top of the dresser and tried to breath through it. Tears welled in my eyes.
"Daddy..." I begged.
"Shut the fuck up and take it. Now look in the mirror like you were told."
I found the strength to raise myself up again in the simply desire to please Him. The raw sadistic intensity of His face nearly made me cum. I fought and fought...panting. Another lash and another.
I cried out. He met my gaze and watched the first tear ever for Him fall and slide down my cheek. Without looking at my ass He hit me again and again. The second tear followed. I cried out but refused to break eye contact. More lashes. Relentless. I couldn't find my footing and climb to that sweet blissful zen where pain and pleasure met. My mind finally turned to the white static of old TV when the station went off the air, and I sobbed. My makeup ran. My nose dripped. I was a broken mess.
Time became meaningless. I simply gave Him my soul. Until finally my knees and elbows finally buckled.
His hand gently smoothed across my reddened hyper sensitive skin. His palm felt cool compared to the floggers hot kisses.
"Good girl....very good girl. You took it so well."
I sobbed even harder at His tenderness.
"Yes, cry for me." His hand continued to soothe for long minutes. "Your ass is bright red and so hot." He brushed His groin against my ass, and I could feel the rock hard length of Him. "See how hard you made me."
I whimpered felt my pussy clench. Instinct kicked in, and I lifted trying to get my cunt closer to His dick.
"Spread your legs," He said quietly.
I obeyed, and His hand slid to caress my inner thighs.
Higher and higher He teased. "Your thighs are soaked."
I hadn't even realized.
Higher...He dragged a finger through my folds and I cried out in desperate need. He slipped two fingers inside my hungry hole and slowly started to finger fuck me. My hips met Him thrust for thrust. He twisted His wrist, turning as He drove up into me, and I gasped. In and out. Twist. Twist.
"Please, Sir! Please! Please! PLEASE!"
He pulled away abruptly and the hot kiss of the flogger met my tender swollen cunt lips. I flinched at the unexpected pain. His free hand stroked my ass. The flogger again to my most tender of skin. I was in heaven and hell. I laid there and took it. Soon the heat of masochistic lust began to flood my system. The small break had allowed me to catch up. I groaned with each sweet lick of the flogger to my cunt. Higher and higher I rose until I was panting.
"Cum, you greedy bitch."
The damn broke. My orgasm crashed through me, and I laughed in sheer joy even as He struck my pussy harder. Wave after wave thundered through me.
"Cum!"
My hot juice gushed hard and splattered my thighs and the carpet. I didn't give a fuck. I didn't want Him to stop. More fiery kisses. More waves. I was a mindless whore feeding off every sensation until I was shaking. Only then did He stop. Only then did I realize I was sobbing with a smile on my face.
He laughed darkly, and then I heard His zipper. "Shut the fuck up, whore. You're going to take anything and everything I give you. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir," I whispered. I was His in a way I'd never been. He finally pushed and broken me. I was fucking completely His. My submission answered with a hot flush to my skin, and my pussy replied in another clench and flood of wetness. A heartbeat later He shoved His solid shaft through my ultra sensitive cunt lips without mercy. "This is My meat, and I get to use it however I fucking want, whenever I fucking want. I'm going to use you relentlessly this trip. Do you know why?"
My pussy clenched and sucked at His dick buried in me. "Because you Own me. Because it pleases you."
He somehow shoved deeper, forcing me to gasp.
"Fuck yes." He grabbed a fist full of hair, arched my back further, and began to ream me. "You are my nasty filthy whore, meant to please me."
I came again. I couldn't stop myself. He didn't seem to give a fuck one way or another. He simply took. Cruelly. Coldly. Long, deep, punishing strokes. I once again lost track of time and how many orgasms broke over me. I didn't think. I embraced every cruel wicked thing He growled at me and basked in my whorish soul, unrepentant.
With a smack to my ass, He pulled out and grabbed the gun oil from the bed to squirt a thick layer of lube on my puckered asshole and dick. He stroked me from the top of my head to my ass. "Your trust in me is absolute, right?"
I whimpered, "Yes, Sir"
"I'm going to video fucking your ass."
He paused. I merely closed my eyes and swallowed.
"Good girl," He praised. "Now arch your back deep."
I obeyed. The telltale ding of iPhone video recording bounced through my head like a stray bullet, and my nipples tightened painfully.
One hand tenderly stroked my ass before delivering two brutal swats that shook my cheeks. "Spread your ass, bitch, and don't move."
I obeyed, exposing my greased up hole eager for His cock.
He teased me with the very tip of His black bat. Light lil pushes that tormented me.
I whimpered. "Please, Sir."
"Greedy insatiable, bitch. Only guttersluts like it in the ass." He pushed a little deeper nudging my hole open further before pulling back. "Are you a gutterslut?"
I groaned.
He pushed deeper.
My groan.
"Are."
Deeper.
Another groan.
"You."
Deeper.
Another deeper groan.
"A gutterslut?"
Deeper.
My legs were fucking shaking. The head of His dick had my asshole stretched wide. Pain. Pleasure. Both vibrated through my body. My polished pretty nails dug into the fat pale but reddened skin of my ass cheeks. "Yes, Sir. Yes, I'm a gutterslut. I'm a gutterslut! PLEASE!"
He pulled out momentarily allowing me the moment I needed to truly take Him. He squirted another layer of lube, and then He started to work His dick into me. His fat ridged head popped in and out of my hole.
One stroke.
Further.
Out with a pop.
Two.
Further.
Out with another pop.
Three.
Further.
The pleasure seared my soul. "Fuck, yes! Thank you, Sir! Thank you!"
Out with another pop.
Four...
Nuts deep...
He growled.
I growled back in answer as primal instinct overwhelmed my mind and my sanity, and then finally He unleashed on me, hammering me incessantly. His thighs slammed into my ass cheeks. His balls slapped at my tender cunt lips. He gave me no mercy as His dick drove into my hot tight lubed asshole and squeezed every inch of Him.
My nails dug deeper into my skin. My orgasms were low, deep groans that spoke of darkness, sin, and animal instincts. I didn't care if someone heard. My cries of "Yes," and "Thank you!" were proof I craved it all. For long, long minutes, He used me...humped His bitch like she needed, before pulling out and splattering His hot cum across my ass.
"Good girl. Very good girl," He whispered loud enough that I could hear Him above my panting and the roar in my head.
A lone final iPhone ping sparked another growl and another stream of cum from my cunt. ~sigh~ Fuck me. I'd forgotten about the video.
"Be ready to leave in two hours. Our meeting is at 4 pm." Another slap to my ass shattered whatever thoughts I'd started to put together. "Shower time. Then you can nap."
To be continued...
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