2 comments/ 30694 views/ 4 favorites Entirely His By: Lyara She wasn't going to be able to take much more. Oh, she was trying so hard to be good for Him, but he was being so cruel today. For hours now he'd been denying her, teasing her to the edge of an orgasm, then leaving her quivering and panting to lie there as he left the room. She wasn't bound, she could've reached down between twitching thighs and finished herself off, but she didn't have permission and his will was just as powerful as a set of handcuffs or a well-tied rope. She hadn't done anything to deserve this exquisite torture, and begged him to end it every time he came back to her. He knew better. Although she wouldn't admit it, part of her was in Heaven, she was his and if her Master didn't want her to cum yet, she would do the best she possibly could to please him. But she wasn't going to be able to take much more. She was sprawled out in her Master's bed, her hands clutching twin handfuls of the soft sheets beneath her. She didn't think she'd be able to stop them from moving to places they'd been banned from without something to hold onto. She'd kept her legs spread slightly, afraid even the pressure of crossing her legs might prove too much and set her off. The room was warm, but she was shivering, the days activities taking their toll on her. Every time she heard the slightest noise, her entire body tensed hoping and dreading that her Master was back. Maybe he was finally going to give her what she'd been begging for all night. He finally did return, smiling at the tension he could see etched on her face. He knew exactly what he was doing to his slut and was actually hoping for once that she would fail him. He was testing her to see how long she could last like this. He'd been doing everything he knew that she loved, and was actually succeeding admirably at resisting. But he wasn't going to stop, not until she snapped, and helped herself. He stood in the doorway, knowing she knew he was there, letting her anxiety build. Was he not going to come to her? Was this another way of him punishing her? But she felt his weight shift the bed and knew he wasn't going to ignore her. She realized he was between her legs, and she whimpered expecting another oral assault. Those were the worst, he would lap up the juices accumulated between her thighs, never touching her where she desperately needed it. She'd writhe about as much as she dared, trying to get his tongue inside her, but she usually pressed it too far and he'd flip her over and spank her until she calmed down. The last time he'd come to her, he had nibbled and sucked so gently on her clit she wasn't even sure she could feel it, and it drove her to the brink of insanity. He'd let her get so close, then stop, and watch her, making sure she wouldn't move to finish herself off. He'd kneeled over her on that last visit, and furiously masturbated himself off over her. When she'd tried to reach for him, her hand was slapped away, and she lay there whimpering as he finally groaned and came. Oh he even made sure to cum out of reach of her tongue, the warn cum landing on her breasts and neck. He warned her using the authoritative tone she loved and feared, that if she tasted so much of a drop, he'd leave her in there for days. Such a waste of her favorite snack. But to her hope and horror she felt his hands lifting her legs, placing them atop his shoulders and she realized what was going to happen. He thrust himself into her soaked pussy with one brutal thrust. He hadn't used anything but a single finger in there all day, and the girth of him caused that delicious stretching pain she'd come to love every time he took her this way. The slight bit of pain was the only thing that tempered her pleasure and kept her from cumming on that one thrust. The scream that forced it's way out of her was music to his ears, but he resisted the urge to start thrusting, and held himself entirely inside her. After a moment he felt her hips start to move in circles so small he wasn't sure he could see it. But he could definitely feel it. He grabbed her by the hair, turning her and forcing her to look him in the eye. "Slut, if you don't stop moving right now, I'm going to flip you over and fuck your ass and leave you here until tomorrow." He gave a single thrust to emphasize his point, but that hard thrust and his words finally made her snap. With a loud cry of "Oh God, Master" her body erupted. He could feel the internal walls of her pussy twitching around his embedded cock, her juices squirting out to run down between them, further soaking the sheets. She didn't think it would ever end, her entire body tense and shaking, muscles clenching and unclenching in her release. For the time it lasted, she was gone, Her entire being only existed for her orgasm, she forgot she was disobeying her Master, and enjoyed, and it was that more than anything that angered him. He saw the small content smile forming on her lips and she came down, and he quickly banished it with a low growl as he pulled himself out of her. She saw the look on his face and was instantly contrite. "O-oh no, Master I didn't mean to, it was too good. I'm sorry." She was sobbing now, knowing she'd failed him. How mad was he? Would he leave her? He was heading for the door, where was he going? Would he come back? That she wouldn't be able to handle. "I'll do anything you want Master, please forgive me, I'll never do it again, please , I'll be a good slave I promise, don't go." He stopped in the doorway with his back to her, a smile on his face. He wasn't really going to leave, he just wanted her to think he was. He wiped the expression off his face and turned back to her. An indifferent frown on his face as he turned to look at her. "Why should I waste my time with a slave that can't even obey a simple order not to cum and who dares order her Master not to leave when she doesn't even have permission to speak." He was almost shouting now and he saw her flinching at each harsh syllable, her eyes averted in fear. She knew better now than to keep talking, she lay there softly sobbing at her failure, the small tremors still running through her only serving as a reminder that she couldn't obey him. She heard the door close and began sobbing anew, thinking he was gone. That notion was crushed abruptly as she felt his hand take a fistful of hair and force her to sit up. "Get on your hand and knees, and shut up and maybe I won't throw you out." She was instantly down on all fours, her gaze was lowered, and doing her best to stifle her crying. "That's better slut, I expect instant obedience from you from now on, and I fully intend to hold you to that promise of doing anything I want." Her eyes widened at that last, knowing there was things she hadn't been brave enough to try with him yet. The fear at thinking he'd simply do these things to her now was brushed away by the instant flush of arousal she felt at the thought of him simply taking what was his. She had already been obeying him, but they had always had a silent understanding of what she was ready for, and willing to try. The thought that he might now simply do whatever he wanted to her was making her wetter than she already was. Her sobs stopped, and she was already panting without even having been touched. He saw the change come over her face and saw her juices start dripping down her thigh and realized she was his now, and he was going to enjoy it immensely. He reached down collecting as much of her wetness as possible on the tip of one of his fingers. His other hand slapped down against her raised ass, staying there and spreading her open. His lubricated finger quickly found it's way to the entrance between her splayed cheeks and slipped slowly inside. She was gasping and moaning at the intrusion. They had experimented of course, but had never actually tried anal. Whenever the topic came up she panicked. He was large and she still thought there was no way he was going to fit, but with her recent failure there was no way she was going to protest. As she relaxed, he added another finger, going slowly to loosen her up. He moved closer to her, and rubbed the length of his now throbbing cock along the length of her dripping slit, making sure to hit her clit on every pass. She could already feel another orgasm building inside her. She wasn't sure she'd ever be able to cum again after her last devastating orgasm, and feeling one welling inside her again so soon was surprising. When his shaft was thoroughly coated in her juices, he moved up, and pressed the large head against her twitching hole. He had to push hard to get just the head in, but his efforts were rewarded by the tightest feeling he'd ever felt, and a flesh flood of her juices down her thigh. She couldn't believe how good it felt to feel him spreading her open. She could feel the delicious pressure and enjoyed it far more than she thought she would. He was going sooo slowly, and while she loved him for his concern at hurting her, she was enjoying it far too much. She starting pushing back against him equally as hard as he was thrusting into her to aid his entrance. She blocked out any of the pain she was feeling with her need to please him, but once he was entirely inside her they both realized the need to wait and let he adjust to him. Her impatience got the better of her again and she couldn't wait to feel him thrusting his way into her. She didn't have permission to speak, but she couldn't help it. "Master, please take my ass, I can't stand it anymore, take your slut's ass, she deserves it hard for disobeying, oh please fuck me." Her begging was driving him insane, he didn't even remember to punish her for speaking out of turn. He started slowly pulling out of her, just to ease his way back in. They built up a rhythm and she was almost screaming her pleasure now, her noise a sharp counterpoint to his quiet panting behind her. He leaned down and whispered into her ear. "This time, slut, you have my permission to cum, and don't you ever cum without it ever again." He followed his words by reaching around her body and firmly rubbing over her clit with his hand. She held off as long as she could hoping her Master would find her pleasing enough to cum with her, and her efforts were rewarded. She felt him stiffen behind her, and felt the indescribable ecstasy of his warm cum flooding into her ass. Her entire body clenched as once again she was taken over by a powerful orgasm, he juices coating the fingers still working between her legs. Her arms gave out and she fell to the bed, her ass staying in the air, although that too would've collapsed with her had he not been holding her up. She thought she'd finally be able to rest, and closed her eyes., but he gave another trust and she realized he was still hard. She whimpered not sure if she'd be able to stay conscious through anymore. He abruptly pulled himself from her, and she gasped at the loss, an empty feeling sweeping through her. He easily picked up her small frame and cradled her in his arms and he walked out of the bedroom towards the shower. "We're not done yet my beautiful little slut, not until I say we are." All she could do was moan as she cuddled up to him is his arms and whisper a hoarse, "Yes, Master." Entirely His Wanting everything to be perfect, I give myself a last look in the mirror before heading back into the bedroom with him. He was right to buy me this outfit; the white teddy and thigh highs contrast perfectly with my tan skin. I can't wait to see the look in his eyes when he sees me wearing this. Perhaps I was taking too long changing because he gently calls my name, making the butterflies take wing in my stomach again. I wonder if I will ever get used to him saying my name. The bedroom is still dark but for the single shaft of fading sunlight on the chair that he sat in earlier. As my eyes adjust I can see him on the bed, still sitting against the headboard. With his finger he beckons me to come to him. Summoning all of my courage I saunter over to the bed, and wanting him to get a good look of me, I do a slow turn before climbing over to him on all fours. I notice that he is rubbing himself through his pants and for the first time I see the look in his eyes. Its a mixture of barely contained excitement, lust, need and satisfaction. Seeing him look at me so intensely sends a shiver up my spine. This is what I've been waiting for. Crawling up between his legs I greet him with a deep long kiss that, if it is possible, is more passionate than the ones earlier. His hands reach up into my hair at the base of my head and he pull me closer to him as our tongues probe and taste each other. I pull away to go down on him, but stops me and holds my ear close to his lips as he breathlessly whispers, "You look even more beautiful than I ever dreamed you would." Brushing my hair out of my face he smiles at me before kissing me again. When I pull away this time he allows me to make my slow trek down to his pants, gently kissing, licking and biting as I go. My fingers, thankfully, are working this time and I slowly ease out his very erect cock from his pants. Smiling up at him I stroke his manhood a few times before running my wet tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. He immediately grasps the bedding and releases the deepest growl that I have heard him make yet. This response is extraordinarily delightful and all of my thoughts are now focused on bringing the most pleasure that I can to this man. As my warm, wet mouth encloses over his cock I look up at him again. I want to see the reaction on his face as I take his whole cock in my mouth. As usual, he does not let me down. The look in his eyes as he bites his lip, watching me, is almost frightening. I think I underestimated how much he has lusted after me this whole time. Loving the sound he makes as I drive him closer and closer to coming undone, I start gently humming as I quickly glide up and down hoping this will bring him to his climax faster. Suddenly he grabs my hair and pulls my mouth from him. Before I am able to ask him why, he leans down to kiss me fiercely. "Not yet," is the only explanation I receive for the rough treatment. But I don't mind; I secretly like being dominated. "I want to unwrap you from your pretty little outfit," he growls as he flips me over on my back to look up at him as he crouches over me on all fours. I decide to let him do as he will while I try to casually rest my hands behind my head. But even though I am concentrating with all my might, my restraint doesn't last very long. I can't seem to keep my hands from him as he ravages my lingerie covered body with his hands, lips, teeth and tongue. The feeling is slowly driving me insane. I don't know if I can wait much longer for him to give me what I crave. Finally, he begins slowly removing my stockings, gently peeling them away from my skin. Once the first one is off, he kisses his way back up my inner thigh to the other stocking and removes that one as well. He asks me to roll over and unhooks my teddy, gently pulling it off of me. Instead of rolling me back over, he licks me from the tip of my tailbone to the base of my neck, gliding his body against mine as he goes. I'm not sure when exactly he took his pants off, but I can feel him slide up between my legs and the feeling has my mind reeling in anticipation. He pushes himself up from my body and not liking the absence of his cock between my legs i arch my ass up towards him, begging without words for him to end my torment and enter me. Looking down on me he smiles and tells me to roll over again so he can see me better. Spreading my legs wide he lays his body between them and takes up his familiar place at my neck with his arms cradling me from behind, fingers tangled in my hair. His breath feels wonderful upon my skin. I can feel his cock just brush against my already wet lips when he whispers, "You alone can make my song take flight, help me make the music of the night." The quote from one of his favorite movies drives a wave of warmth through me and causes me to grasp at the bedding above my head at the same time he finally thrusts his manhood inside of me. The shock of it drives a gasp from my mouth and I can feel him tense at the pleasure we are both feeling. He pulls it out again, only to roughly slam it back in again and again. He fills me up so much that it is almost painful. The feeling is pure bliss. I have waited for so long to feel him inside of me and again, I am definitely not disappointed. His rhythm does not falter as removes his hands from my entangled hair to grasp fiercely onto my hands above my head. "Tell me you are mine, and mine only," he whispers commandingly. As he is bringing me closer and closer to my climax there is no question in my mind. I am his, and his alone. He has marked me as such with all of his kisses and bites. His soul calls to mine and mine to his. I haven't forsaken the rest of my life for anything less than being entirely his. "I am all yours. Mind, body and soul." No sooner does the last word leave my lips, than an orgasm such as I have never felt before erupts from my loins, floods my body and I scream his name. Just as I am riding the first waves of my orgasm, clenching his hands to help me hold on to reality, I hear and most importantly, feel, that he is reaching his peak as well. Our voices intermingle in the dark room during our climax. I've can't say that I've ever heard my name sound so wonderful. I have never had an orgasm this strong, or even in this position at all before. Usually I have to be on top or I am left feeling unsatisfied. I realize that the closeness of this position is wonderful. I open my eyes to find his face hovering above mine and I notice that the lust that I saw earlier in his eyes has been replaced by something else. He smiles down at me as he untangles a hand from mine, to cup my face with it as he leans in to kiss me again. I vaguely wonder why I have never enjoyed kissing before. "I love you," he murmurs. Understanding blossoms in my mind, love is what replaced the lust in his eyes. At the same exact moment I realize that I love him too. I have from the first day, but I was too afraid to admit it to myself for fear of what it would mean. How it would turn my life upside down. This is why I could never seem to ignore him or forget him. My brain finally seems to come out of the lust filled fog and screams at me, "What are we going to do next?" I didn't realize that I said it out loud until he replies back "Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it my Love. You are mine now, and I will never share you again."