1 comments/ 59195 views/ 5 favorites Being Lara By: emisweetie When I want something, a new pair of shoes, a new dress or whatever, I usually drive over to my husband's office to surprise him. He gets a bit flustered at work, so he usually says yes pretty quickly. Today was one of those days. I walked through the crowded building to his office, enjoying the frequent glances I was getting. Not that any of the guys interested me, far from it. My husband designs videogames, and most of his co-workers list Lara Croft as their dream women. I'd met a few of them and they all seemed very wet. I suspected some were still waiting for puberty to hit! They certainly coudn't handle me. I'm 26, 5"7 with a slim but curvy build, long dark brown hair, and I don't have any trouble getting attention. Whether this is because of my long legs, tight ass or generously sized breasts, I don't know, but I like to think my wicked smile has something to do with it. I know I'm sexy and I know men want me. It isn't arrogance, it's just a fact. I opened the door without knocking, to find my husband, Greg, with one of his associates. Interestingly, it wasn't anyone I'd met before, I definitely would have remembered. He was sitting opposite my husband, and I quickly took in the important details in my first glance. Shaven head, tanned, muscular, he smiled at me. I quickly turned to my husband, who looked very small and skinny in comparison. To be fair, if my husband sat next to Harry Potter, the effect might be the same. Before we married I found him quite cute, and he's certainly intelligent. It was the big fat bank account that led me up the aisle more than anything however. "Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" I said to Greg. I found out his name was Marko, he was Italian-American, and had just moved here from the US, when my husband was called out of his office. I stood and smiled at Marko, pushing my hair back over my ear. He sat back in his chair, looking me up and down as we talked. To be honest, I was doing the same. His body looked great in his designer suit, his big hands resting on his thighs as he talked. I took a seat on the sofa, crossing my legs, allowing my mid-thigh length skirt to ride up a little. He told me how he was trying to get accustomed to British life but was finding it difficult, not knowing many people or places. He had an American accent I couldn't place, but deep and authoritative. I leaned forward, resting my weight on my hands, knowing this would show off my cleavage nicely. All too soon Greg came back. Thinking quickly I suggested Sean come home tonight for dinner. My husband protested a little, I persevered, and like always, I got what I wanted. Marko was arriving at 7, and I was very excited. I'd chosen a light blue very tight top, with a v-neck to show off my tits a little. I had a matching very tight, short light blue skirt. Underneath, matching bra and thong. I made sure I answered the door, and as soon as Marko saw me I knew I'd made the right choice. His initial shock quickly turned into a very cool smile, as he looked me up and down, taking in my long slender legs, bare midriff, and pert delicious tits bursting to get out. "I've been looking forward to this all day." I purred, before turning and letting him follow me into the house. I knew his eyes would be glued to my asscheeks as I walked, the thought made me the tiniest bit damp. Marko and Greg clearly didn't know each other that well. They talked about work while I finished off the meal, but the conversation quickly ran dry as my husband struggled to think of anything interesting to say. Great for me! I sat opposite Marko as we ate, chatting and giggling about lots of different topics. He talked about his life in America, his travels in Europe, his passion for sports, and almost unconsciously I felt my legs parting under the table. Even when the subject moved into the world of Sonic the hedgehog and friends, a subject that usually reduces me to tears, he kept my interest. It was maybe the articulate way he expressed his passion, or the wit he could weave into such a dire topic. On the other hand, it might have been the image of him ripping off my knickers and taking me, an image that played in my head all through dinner. We finished the wine, and for a reason I can't remember, I decided to show our guest the video of a recent trip we took to Spain. Greg looked very uneasy as he went to do the washing up. Marko sat next to me on the sofa. The wine had made me more ambitious. It wasn't enough to have this man in my house, I needed him in my bed. I knew I should at least try to be loyal to Greg, but even the angel on my shoulder gets horny sometimes. I got down on my hands and knees in front of the videoplayer to insert the tape. Marko, sitting directly behind me, would've had an exceptional view of the tight material of my skirt, pulled taut over my ass. I wiggled my hips a little as the tape slid inside. Maybe he's too nice a guy to do anything, I thought. Maybe he's gay. I'll just shake my ass on the floor a little, and leave it to fate. The look on his face when I looked around was priceless. As I sat down next to him, I noticed for the first time the hardness that had appeared in his lap. The tape was a great move, lots of shots of me in summer dresses, my bikini, looking tanned and gorgeous. There was one moment where Greg had taken the camera into the shower, (I'd forgotten about it). I'd managed to turn and cover my breasts in time, but my cute little ass was on perfect view. I looked down to see Marko's cock twitching in his trousers. It looked big, really big. I looked up into his eyes, he was staring into mine, total lust etched across his smile. I felt his arm behind my head, pull me close to him, his lips touched mine and his tongue delved between them. Without thinking I put my hand out, reaching for his cock, holding it, squeezing it, tugging it gently through the material. He groaned into my mouth, our tongues still playing with one another. I felt his hand brush against my breast, holding it in his big hands, fondling it, pressing his thumb into my already hard nipple. I was about to give in to him completely, I wanted this man to take me, roughly, I wanted to feel his rough hands all over my naked body, his hardness in my mouth, his head between my legs. Instead, I pulled away. My husband had walked back into the room, thankfully flicking through a game magazine as he entered. I had enough time to sit back before he looked up. He took a seat to the left of us. It was so thrilling to sit between these two men, my husband and my soon to be lover. We watched the holiday video, me enjoying the sensation of my damp thong, imagining Marko naked on top of me. After the video we chatted for a while, our guest taking every opportunity to eye me up, when Greg wasn't looking. Marko had drank a little too much to drive, so I told Greg I'd make up the spare bed for him. Soon afterwards we all went to bed, Marko alone, Greg and I together. I didn't sleep though. I considered it, toyed with the idea of being a good wife. Just because he's big doesn't mean he's a great lover, I thought. My husband, while nothing special, can usually satisfy me, just about. Sometimes. Well, occasionally. What's the point in possibly ruining your life just for a fuck? But, well, life's a game, isn't it? Not a stupid role-playing fantasy, but a game all the same. It may be selfish, but it's also a game with only one player. You. That thought makes me sad too sometimes, but I'm not so dumb as to deny it. Yeah, I married for money, but how many people really, truly marry for love? And what about Greg? We have nothing in common, and the few times he does talk to me, really talk I mean, I can see in his face he's doing it grudgingly. Conversations with him feel like an interview, the last one of the day when the new employee has already been chosen. I can see he's counting the minutes until he can go and do something more interesting. We talk like other people clean behind the fridge, a duty to be performed once a month, reluctantly, stoically. He thinks I enjoy these talks, because to him I'm not a person, I'm an empty book. I'm Lara Croft. I married him for money, and he married me for my tits. I made myself quite sad, lying there in the dark. The only difference between us it seemed was that I knew I was deceitful. I could see all the angles, but you can't do that with a videogame. So I got out of bed, and I left the room, tired of brooding. Fuck it, I thought. Sex always cheers me up, anyway. It was around 3am when I pushed open the spare bedroom door. The lights were off, but from the streetlight outside I could dimly make out the outline of Marko's body on the bed. He was awake. I stepped inside quietly. "Horny little bitch, aren't you?" He growled. I nodded, reaching over to turn on a lamp. He was lying on top of the covers, naked. His broad shoulders came into view, his perfectly toned stomach leading down to those thick thighs. Resting on one, still soft but getting harder was his meaty, fat cock. He opened up his arms, his deep blue eyes drinking in my image. I kissed his thigh first, gently, enjoying the warmth of his skin, the sight of him above me, running my hands up and over his chest. He held me by the forearm, tightly, and dragged me up level with himself. My breasts, still packed tightly in my bra rested on his chest, as his big hand glided down over my asscheek, squeezing it between his fingers. I nuzzled at his neck, bucking my pussy into his side. I let my hand slowly slide down his stomach, through his pubic hair, over his hard cock. It felt good in my hand, thick and certainly bigger than Greg. He unclipped my bra with one hand, something Greg has never been able to do. It fell off my shoulders, and I pressed my nipples into his chest as he stroked them, groaning blissfully as he did. I kissed my way down his chest, smiling up at him, into his eyes, a smug smile across his face. I teased his cock for a while, toying with it, rubbing it over my cheeks, kissing his balls, before swallowing it. He let out a moan which I'm sure Greg must have heard in the next room. I realized Marko was staring past me, and I remembered the long mirror on the wall behind me. As I sucked him I started to pull my thong down my ass. Marko moaned again at the reflection of my naked butt. I released his cock, travelling back up his body. I stopped halfway to allow him the sight of his hard member nestled between my tits. He pulled me up and kissed me deeply as I positioned myself on top of him. He teased my clit for a while with his cockhead before entering me, the full length of his shaft burying itself inside me. "Oh Marko, fuck me honey, please." I begged. He held my thighs steady, and pushed into me. I bounced up and down, my body arched, his hands rubbing my tits, enjoying the feel of them in his hands. I raised myself up slowly, almost letting his dick out before swallowing it back up quickly. I leaned forward, allowing Marko to bury his face in my tits as he fucked me. His hands glided up and down my back, over my sides, squeezing my ass, slapping it excidedly. I let him roll me over on my back, my arms wrapped around his, kissing and biting his forearm next to me, admiring the rippling muscles as he drove his cock between my legs. The orgasm welled up inside me and broke quickly, I couldn't control myself, crying out, my pussy drenched in my own juices. I came again, much later, shortly before he did, exploding inside my pussy, finally allowing his strong body to rest on top of mine. Upon leaving, I turned around and promised him my pussy. Greg's got a Lara, why can't I have a Super Marko, I thought. He might even have a nice brother! "When can I see you again?" He asked. "Don't worry." I whispered. "You'll get to play again soon." Being Late The crackle of the fire called to her, drawing her from her solitary perch on the couch. Bare feet meeting cold hardwood, welcomed the warmth of the floor before the hearth. Kneeling to the floor, she opened the screen and placed a large log across the dimming flame. The smell of wood smoke enveloped her as the fire's appetite licked the edges of the new wood. Returning the screen, she slid back to the pillows arranged before the fire. So much preparation, she thought as she sipped wine from one of the two glasses set out, such a waste. The deep green silk of her gown rose slightly as she extended her legs to feel the warmth. A slight chill drifted across her bare shoulders, her full nipples hardening with the chill. Lying back on the cushions, she dipped her fingers in the wine and traced a line from her lips down to moisten between her ripe breasts. Imagining for a moment it was her lover's tongue caressing her cleavage. Another sip of wine, the glass now set aside she slid the thin straps of her gown from her shoulders and cupped her breasts against the chill. Closing her eyes, she felt as though it were her lover's hands caressing her, rolling her tender nipples between thumb and fore finger. The growing heat of the fire mirrored her own intense arousal. Flattening her palms against her toned body, she arched sensuously as she pressed her hands in deep strokes down her sides and across her flat stomach. Her gown descending with her hands it bunched across her loins, an emerald drape beneath which her fingers pressed ever lower. Legs spreading slightly she found her pleasure's orifice hot and wet with arousal. Lingering her fingers opened her passions lips and began to rub her clit. Slow grinding motions at first gave way to penetrating fingers thrusting. Craving the deep penetration of her lover's shaft, a moan escaped her. So hot, so wet, so empty, she rose to her knees with her back to the fire. The waves of heat caressed her buttocks as she took the bottle of wine with her free hand. Drinking in the cool sweetness of the wine, she felt its chill trickle through her body. Briefly, she mused at the bottle. Not thick, she thought, but it could go deep. She lowered the bottle, hesitating in disbelief that she could be so lustful. She set the bottle before her one hand still buried deep in her crotch, the other cupping and caressing her breasts. She began grinding, oscillating her hips, thrusting toward the bottle. Voracious lust consuming her, she looked down at the cold bottle neck, imagining its smooth hard surface deep inside her. Her inhibitions began to fade. She inched forward with each stroke of her fingers in her hungry cunt. Her knees now on either side of the bottle, she bit her lower lip in anticipation of something, anything filling the void. She gripped the bottle between her knees and stroked it with her pelvis as she rose. Grinding over the bottle's mouth, her head tilted back as she pressed fast thrusts of her fingers to bring her to full wetness. Her other hand descended rubbing her heated thighs. She drew in a deep breath, arched her back and... The sharp cold wind of the open door blew over her. The fire roared with the cold blast as if a lover denied. Her long hair whipped back from her face, her hands fell away from her hips as she looked up into the face of her lover. Erect nipples grew even harder in the cold blast. His gaze consumed her. Closing the door, he quickly shed his coat and knelt before her embracing her naked form. She sought his mouth, her hands behind his head, kissing him voraciously. He tried to speak, car........tire........walked....... She heard nothing. Her hands slid into the opening of his button down shirt and ripped it open in one move. Surprised he shed the shirt and tried to take her by the shoulders. Too late, she had begun stroking his torso with tongue and hands, his grip only encouraging her lower. She pushed him back, his surprise turning to deep arousal. This was no gentle lover pining for his company. This was a sensual hellion and he would meet her lust. Rising he moved them to the cushions before the fire; she paused only to smile and take in his intent. Kicking off his shoes, he laid back pulling her onto him. She straddled him eager to continue her feast but he rolled over on her biting at her neck kissing his way to her breasts. He sucked one breast with deep demanding hunger. She arched in pain/ecstasy, her vagina contracting involuntarily. AAHhhhh, her hands pressed his head firmly to her breast as she felt one of his hands press downward to her pelvis. His mouth bringing her to full passion with tight nips of her nipple followed by hard sucks, her body arched in rapture as he penetrated her with two fingers. Palm pressed hard against her clit he thrust his fingers deep and hard. Moving his head only to change breasts, he wedged his other arm beneath her to force her up into his mouth. She gasped as he sucked her second breast into his mouth, arching, his mouth bruising her tender breasts in his hunger. He left her breasts as abruptly as he had sucked them in and nipped his way down to her grinding crotch. She spread her legs wide as he took his arm from beneath her and leaned over her torso to her open puss. Placing one hand on her hip, his wetted fingers withdrew and spread her labia. She moaned in anticipation of his hot mouth upon her. Opening her eyes she watched as his head descended. Her hands found his belt and yanked from the belt loops as his tongue first stroked her clit. Arching in sensuous anticipation, she fumbled with the button at his waist. He gave a sudden hard suck to her clit, she stifled a scream of pain/rapture thrusting her hips up to him and ripping the button from his pants. She could feel his hard cock beneath fabric of his jeans. Trembling fingers sought the zipper as he sucked again then began flicking his tongue. Unzipped she began to pull his jeans over his hips. He rose quickly and pushed free of his final clothing, letting loose the instrument of his passion, hard and already wet tipped. Diving back into her hot cunt, he straddled her. She gripped his cock and sucked the precum from it. A moan escaped him vibrating across her clit. She gripped his head with her thighs, embraced his hips and began to roll him over. Sensing her intent, he helped now beneath her consuming her. She took his head into her mouth, stroking his shaft with her hands. She moved to lick him from base to tip and felt him shudder. She began the deep sucking strokes, pressing him to the back of her throat, swallowing his head. With each thrust of his tongue in her vagina, she plunged down on his swelling cock, taking it deeper and deeper. His tongue thrust in and out of her as he pressed two fingers against her clit. One finger on each side he squeezed it letting gravity and her grinding provide the stimulation. She pressed hard onto his penetrating tongue feeling him suck her juices. Her sucking thrusts became more urgent moaning with him, taking him deep into her throat. She could feel his balls fill, his cock now at its hardest, ready to spew seed into her. Giving one last hard suck, she turned. Locking her mouth on his, tasting each other's deepest passions, she straddled him. She grabbed his cock as he grabbed her hips. Poised over his pulsing head she took in only his tip. He groaned, as his eyes grew big not believing she could still tease him With a smile like the satisfied grin of a cat finally taking its prey she plunged down hard, sitting up to take him in fully with one hard stroke. She gasped, her hands going instinctively to her loins as he plowed into her full and hard. He stretched her tight aching vagina, thundering into her deep wetness. Gripping him, she began to grind, lifting and thrusting. He met her every thrust forcing her down hard and deep. He impaled her seeking only to force his tender head into depths beyond her experience. A slave to her passion she rode him. Thrusts came faster harder. Breasts danced with each impact. Her whole body rocked by the force of each collision. Involuntary cries of sensuous intensity. Sensations beyond rapture engulfed her. Sensing her slow, he rolled her over a final time, taking her. He thrust savagely feeling her legs rise and lock behind his hips. Urging his strokes, she gripped his sides and thrust her hips in time. The pain and pleasure long since merged to passions enraged beyond all sensation. Breaths came hard and fast, as he could wait no longer. A deep vicious thrust to seat himself at her very cervix and within then the hot jets of cum exploded from him. Quaking with each explosion, he felt her vagina convulse around his pounding shaft. She could not control the hard tremors that shook her whole body as her climax matched the forceful entry of his seed. Gripping him without thought, her body controlled by the climactic convulsions she clung to him. Her legs tight around his hips not letting him move from her. She felt his quaking body rigid above her trapped in his own rapture. The explosions came one after another, surprise, ecstasy, wonder all mirrored in his eyes and he shook with each ejaculation. Finally, the storm began to subside. He eased down onto her trying to relax but feeling the final tremors of his passion shake him. He forced his breathing to slow and smiled. Glowing with her own satisfaction, she caressed his face, and held him. A small whisper escaped her as they lay together, "Don't ever be late again Malcolm." Being Late My hands started to shake as i put down my phone. You were not happy that i was late to an engagement we had the night before. You had sent me home without saying anything about it. i knew You would, when the time was right. You told me to shower and shave and that You would be here in an hour. i realized that i was dripping wet as i undressed myself. i knew You would not be happy if i touched without asking, so i tried to ignore it and got in the shower. As i shaved i fondly recalled the time when You shaved me. Needless to say, it did not help my throbbing pussy. I dried myself off and put on a pair of cotton boy-cut panties and a tank top that showed my small, hard, pink nipples through the light fabric. i checked the clock. You should be arriving anytime. My stomach did butterflies as i nervously waited for You so i ran to the bathroom and snuck a hit just as my apartment buzzer went off. i knew that i was going to be in even more trouble now. I opened the door and You pushed me inside. Calmly, You turned around and locked the door behind You. i didn't move; i stood still, waiting Your instruction. You looked me up and down, walked around me, and sat down to take off Your boots. i stood still, staring at the door. i could hear You unzip Your backpack, but i couldn't see what You took out. The not knowing was killing me and my panties were started to get wet. i could feel You behind me and just as i turned my head to look at You, You grabbed my hair and pushed me down over the back of an oversized cushioned chair. First You tied my arms tight behind my back, making sure my chest was thrust outward, which You ensured by holding me up by my hair and pinching my nipples as i let out small moans. Once You were satisfied with my arms You spread my legs and tied each one to the legs of the wide chair. Then another rope was tied from each of my elbows to my ankles to make my body rise off the chair. You moved around me to study Your work. i heard Your backpack again and then the flash of a camera. i arched my back as You clicked away. Then You tell me You have a present for me. You weren't going to give it to me yet because i misbehaved, but It would so complete this picture. You told me to close my eyes and open my mouth. i was expecting Your cock in my mouth as i heard You move in front of me; You know how much i like sucking on You. i was surprised as my mouth was impaled with a large plastic like ball. My eyes sprang open as You pulled it tight and fastened it around my head. It was unlike anything i felt before. Yes, You had tied me up before, but not like this. i was bound and open and gagged. Yours to do with what You wished. After another round of pictures, You decided to attach nipple clamps to me. Your nipple clamps always scare me a bit and we have only used them a few times. They are very sturdy and very heavy. The times that we have used them i was sitting up or on my back. Now the full weight of the metal was pulling down on my sensitive nipples. You flicked them around while You watched me squirm and make muffled moans. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, as You have taught me to do. i realized that You had stopped playing and were now behind me, gently stroking my panty-clad ass. Smack! Then rubbing. Smack! More gentle touches. This continued for several minutes. You pulled my panties up into my ass to get a good look at my pink butt. You chuckled and, in one swift motion, tore them off. You started with fairly light hand spankings on my bare ass. When my ass was hot and pink You moved on to Your flogger. The soft leather stung as You rhythmically whipped my ass and thighs, moving up my back then finally over my pussy. My hips bucked back against the flogger. You laughed once again as You shoved two fingers into my dripping wet sex. You asked me if i was enjoying myself and made me beg for more through my ball-gag. You slapped my ass a few more times with Your bare hand. It was then that i felt the light tapping of Your cane on the backs of my thighs. i squirmed and moaned as best i could. You had only used the cane on me once before and it really hurt. You told me that i knew why i was getting the cane and that maybe next time i would be on time. i was thirty minutes late; therefore i would get thirty lashes. Each stroke was slow and purposeful. He started with a couple strokes on my back to ensure that i was arching so he would get the best access to my ass. He then focused on the backs of my thighs. When tears started dripping from my eyes, he softly stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. 'It will be over soon, toy. Be a good girl.' He had saved twenty of his strokes for my ass. As before, each stroke was slow and purposeful, but now he was not holding back. Each stroke tore into my flesh. Somewhere around the tenth stroke i started to beg for him to stop through my gag, which only caused him to hit me harder. When he finished, tears were soaking my face, spit was dripping out around the gag, small droplets of blood were forming on the welts on my ass, and yet my pussy was soaking wet. You took out the gag and kissed me deeply. Telling me what a good toy i was. Still tied up, You used my favorite toy to make me squirt all over. After You untied me, You carried me to the bathroom and held me under the shower, my body still shaking from the beating and the hard orgasm. You softly washed my body and the welts forming on my backside. We didn't talk as You dried me off and scooped me to put me in bed. You held me close and kissed my forehead. i felt very safe and happy with You as i drifted off to sleep... Being Late is Naughty! she was late. There was no way to get around it.. she was over two hours late. she had gone to the mall, planned out her time perfectly.. run to the new clothing store, get back in time to clean up lunch dishes, start dinner, and be kneeling beside the door when Master got home... and it all would have been perfect........ if the new store had not been having a huge grand opening sale with unbelievable prices and an amazing selection. The tightening in her stomach was painful, as she drove home, her fingers constantly worrying her wedding ring. He was going to be home before her, she just knew He was. she did take the time to stop by the KFC that was on the way home, and pick up a bucket of chicken and all the trimmings.. not perhaps, what He would have wanted for dinner, but making Him wait longer while she cooked would have been excruciating.. totally out of the question. The whole way home she was practicing what she was going to say to Him.. she'd start off with a big smile and a surprised "OH! You're home early!"... no no, that would never do. she wouldn't lie about not knowing she was late.. she couldn't lie to Him... perhaps walking in timidly.... "Master, I know I am late and I'm so sorry! I completely lost track of the time!!" she sighed.. that would not work either.. while it was the truth, she knew better than to make excuses. Rounding the driveway, and seeing His car made her forget everything else and she bit her lower lip as she eased to a stop and placed her car in park. When she got out, she could see Him pacing through the front window.. a shiver of apprehension raced down her back. she got all the bags, and the bucket of chicken from the back-seat, then headed for the house.. even the bottoms of her feet were itching, she was so nervous. she opened the door, and stepped through.. those eyes turned on her.. first she saw relief in them, and she had a brief moment of relief.. a very brief moment. Then they changed to that fiery look He gets when He is angry with her, and she nearly burst into tears on the spot. she set the bags down next to the couch, the chicken on the coffee table, and removed her sweater.. "Master, I..........." she did not get a chance to finish her sentence. He grabbed her arm, sat down on the edge of the couch, ripped her pants down to her thighs, placed her over His leg and began wailing on her bottom. "Master! Master wait.. please OUCH!!! Master please sto.. OUCH!!" her hands tried to cover the stinging flesh of her ass as she tried to get Him to quit.. her voice rising with pain and her cries growling louder. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pulled them over her head, never once easing up on the painful spanking. her feet kicked and she screamed and screamed, but still He did not stop. What was worse, was that He did not say a word to her, just spanked her until His arm was too tired to continue. By the time He did stop, her screams and faded to uncontrollable sobs, and her ass was blazing red.. bruises already showing that were going to cover her entire ass clear to her upper thighs, where several of the harsh blows had landed. He pushed her off His lap and she landed on her ass on the floor, instantly crying out and rolling to her hip.. her face, when she looked up at Him, was streaked with many tears.. lips parted and moist.. chin quivering. He had no mercy. He reached down and pulled her to her feet, then dragged her over to the corner and placed her in it, face first. her pants were still bunched around her thighs, and He left them there, then went to sit down on the couch. she knew the position all too well, and hated it.. she was only put in the corner when she had truly angered Him and He needed time to calm down before speaking with her. Amidst fresh bursts of tears and sobs, her hands moved behind her.. each one gripping the opposite forearm.. she knew better than to speak at all. she could hear Him rummaging through the KFC bucket.. hear Him eating, hear Him going to the kitchen and coming back with a glass of milk or juice or something. Only when He was done with His meal, and she had finally stopped crying, did He speak. "Go to your room, baby" she gasped.. He had said "your" room, not "our" room.. which meant He was still too angry to deal with her. she let go of her own arms, and turned toward Him, reaching down to pull her pants up.. though her fingers froze when He shot her a deadly look. The pants stayed around her thighs and she whimpered "Please, Daddy..." He did not speak to make her stop talking, nor to tell her again to go to her room, He simply leaned back on the couch and reached for the buckle of His belt, to undo it. she ran. Straight to her room. When they had purchased this house, the real-estate Lady had asked if they had children.. afterall, it was a four bedroom house. Her Master had said "No." and left it at that. What the woman did not know, was that one room was for them, one for His office, one for the "play" room and one just for her.. complete with a canopy bed, dolls, toys, books, everything a little girl would love in her own room. Unfortunately, she was only put in this room when she was in deep trouble, so all the fun things He had bought for her, were very seldom touched. Once in her room, she closed the door and finished getting undressed. The little nighty she put on, went down to mid thigh. There was no way she could put the matching ruffled panties on with her bottom being this tender.. even the rubbing of the nighty felt prickly to her. she went into her bathroom to brush her hair and teeth, and while there, she twisted around to look at her bottom in the mirror.. black and blue was an understatement. her fingers slid lightly down the darkest part, and she hissed at the instant reminder that she was not going to sit for a few days. she finished brushing out her hair, and really brushed her teeth good, then washed the tears from her face, though they still filled her eyes. When she returned to her room, He was there, standing in the doorway. His arms were crossed over His chest, and her steps faltered when she saw Him.. huge green eyes looking up to Him... hopefully.. fearfully. He looked at her, then looked at her bed.. then at her again. Once more she ran, hopping up on the bed instantly and climbing to the middle, then she knelt up in the center of it... her bottom lifted off her heels for a change. His arms uncrossed, and He stepped to her bed, lifting her up only enough to lay her down and cover her up. He sat down then, but His expression did not invite discussion. He spoke in that tone of disappointment that always made her wish she could curl up and die. "I purchased a cell phone for you, for a reason. There is never an excuse for you to let me worry about you like that, unless the batteries are dead. Are they?" "No Daddy" her words were whispered. He nodded "I didn't think so. Being irresponsible is not accepted in this house, and you know it." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Go to sleep, baby, we will discuss this in the morning." He rose and looked down at her.. He knew she was going to punish herself much longer than He ever would, and He offered the reassurance He knew she needed. "Daddy loves you, baby." Then He turned and walked out, closing the door softly behind Him, and listening to her break into sobs again. she dragged her favorite PoohBear down from the shelf beside her bed and curled up around him on her side, crying, and listening to Daddy getting the house secure for the night before going to bed Himself. Somewhere along the line, she fell asleep, because when she rolled over, the pain in her bottom woke her from her bad dreams, and she looked at the clock.. it was three AM. Throwing the covers off, she grabbed Pooh's arm and walked to the door.. eaaassssing it open and peeking out into the hall. Then she ran across the hall and into the room she usually shared with Him.. walking to His side of the bed, she stood there and looked down on His sleeping form for a moment.. her eyes filling up again. she whispered "Daddy?" His eyes opened, and He looked up at her sleepily. "What's wrong, baby?" her lower lip trembled, and she whimpered "I had a bad dream, Daddy, can me and Pooh get in bed with You please?" He did not answer, just lifted the covers and scooted over a little, and in an instant, she was laying next to Him, curled up against His chest, and those powerful arms were wrapped around her, keeping her safe. He began stroking her back, soothing her.. knowing the tears were not because of the dream. He kissed them away and held her close.. one hand caressing her hair. she took a ragged breath and tilted her head back.. offering her lips to Him. He smiled at her in a loving way, and kissed her tenderly. His gentleness with her now, was a stark contrast to His anger earlier, and it made her heart ache with the need to please Him. He rolled her over on her back, rolling atop her. She needed His weight right now, and He felt so good pressed against her that she did not even protest at the pain in her bottom. her thighs parted, the nighty riding up to her hips, and she felt Him ease into her.. her body trembled, as her knees bent, cradling Him against her.. arms wrapped around His neck. They made slow, sweet love.. His mouth finding her breasts as He slid in and out of her.. her nipples hardening between His teeth and lips.. the feel of His tongue flicking the very tips caused her to moan as electric shocks rocked clear down to her pussy. It took very little time for Him to begin moving faster in her.. she could feel His cock throbbing and pulsing.. feel her own heat answer His thrusts by tightening around Him.. her juices flowing without stop. When He finally shot hot cum deep inside of her, she screamed in pleasure. her scream was cut off by His mouth once more finding hers, and He kissed her through the entire shared orgasm. When they both began to calm, He kissed her nose and rolled off of her, pulling her to His chest. Another kiss was placed to her forehead, and He spoke in that deep satisfied tone of His. "I know I said we'd talk in the morning, but let's wait until it's at least daylight. I love you, baby." she whispered, snuggling closer to Him "I love You too, Daddy."