entwined

”I want you, my slut”. My voice, breath both tickling and warming the lope of your ear, is the first indication that I’m awake as well and must have noticed you laying against me for a while now; our bodies close, your breath, and the altered rhythm of it, of you, as intimate to me as our entwined nakedness.

My cock is already squeezing into the cleft of your buttocks. By accident; common nocturnal excitement in our spooning… or by the plans for you brewing in my half-slumber?

My hand is clutching your breast now, fingers half-digging into its softness, finding and catching a stiffening nipple. Applying pressure until I hear the whimper I know will come and I pull my slut from for the use I intend for her.

…

“Such a sloppy cunt already” I whisper into your ear as I make you slide down onto my cock without raising or sitting up, your body sliding intimately onto mine. Your tight folds are spreading slickly around my hardness, your warmth enveloping me slowly, deeply, nudged on so I feel you taking all of me with a small moan.

I am content keeping you like that for quite a long time, enjoying the absolute nearness of you, the way whatever goes on with my girl goes from your cunt to my cock. My fingers are slowly playing with a bit of hair over your shoulder, a fingernail teasing you ever so slightly. My lips brush yours, lightly, giving you only the taste of the kiss I know my slut is longing for before my free hand pulls your hair, making you lift your head, your torso.

“Hurt for me, my sweet slut” I hotly groan in the darkness, my fingers finding your breast, your nipple, catching, pinching, twisting viciously. I enjoy the feeling of your body shivering against mine, your cunt both contracting and creaming with your pain. “My beautiful masochist” I breathe out, fingers nudging you to make you slowly grind your way up and down my cock, your slick tightness almost letting go of me before sinking in deeper, my fingers still tormenting your nipple, relieving the pressure only briefly before pinching and twisting again.

We fuck and you hurt for hours in the dark.

ready

I smile at your pain as I run my fingers over one of the red stripes I painted over the paleness of your inner thigh. The cane is now lying in my lap. I notice the tremor at the pain – or the intimacy? - of my caressing your welts so close to your core. My eyes rise to yours from the deliciousness of your thighs and the spread puffiness of your femininity that you present to me so openly.

I love the way your eyes look up at me at times like this. I love the mixture of pleading, anxiety and lust you emit when you know that I know that I can do anything. When you’ve given and you know I’m going to take. I run my hand over the pussy that is presented to me, my fingers spreading your blood-engorged labia and pushing softly into your moistness; I feel your cunt rising to my caress and I smile into your eyes as I know both of us noticed.

“Ready to hurt for me again already, slut?” I smile, my fingers lingering against your sensitive core as I smile, watching your eyes as I lift the palm of my hand from your cunt before I bring it down harshly.

hurt

I smile as your hand falls from mine limply. your impulse to stop me, to avoid that additional turn at the tiny nub tightening the clamp already biting your nipple unbearably, suspended in your submission. I look into your eyes for a moment upon that gesture of pure surrender, my sweet slut giving up her natural and healthy inclination to stop me from hurting her to her sweet need to please, to hurt, to forsake comfort for my sadistic pleasure. In our entwined nearness I feel your shivering anticipation, your need, and although my cock twitches deep inside of your slippery wetness, although you see the lust shining in my blue eyes, the look in them tell you more than anything that I love you.

I turn the nub a full round more, feeling my toy as white pain courses through her body. your nipple bitten as if by some greedy, lusty, animal emitting sharp waves of pain all over your being, all the way to your toes and your fingertips, and to the cunt which is franctically contracting around  my hardness. I half groan half laugh as my pathetic fuckanimal, as the bitch that I love, buck wildly, frantically, in the pain that she is giving me, her movement trusting my cock just the tiny bit deeper into her, as I am owning her.