15 comments/ 299476 views/ 140 favorites Begging For It By: Onyxwolf She walked down the hall toward her locker, the halls of the High School were empty and her footsteps rang out on the tiled floors. Her school sweater was laid out perfectly over her white blouse, her skirt was long enough to cover her knees, and draped over her back was her senior jacket with its track and field and academics patches. Golden blond hair neatly curled, blue-green eyes set into fair skin, perfectly manicured nails and golden class ring, she was the picture of a spoiled rich kid. She was a goodie-goodie, always on time, 4.0 GPA, stayed after to help the teachers, and scowled down her nose at the jocks and slackers. She reached her locker and opened it, exchanging the books she wouldn't need that night for the ones that she would. Setting down her book-bag, she bent over to straighten one of her knee socks and smooth her skirt. As she finished straightening her socks, she noticed him standing across the hall. He was standing in front of an open locker, duffel bag and field hockey stick on the floor next to him, jacket open, hair disheveled, and staring at her ass. She scowled darkly and stood up, slamming her locker door, grabbing her book-bag before tossing a glare at him and walking off toward the teachers lounge to get some files. He entered the lounge behind her closing the door and flicking the lock behind him. Startled she whirled around to face him dropping the armful of files she had been holding and her book-bag as well. Scowling, she looked over him and scoffed loudly, "What do you want, jock?" "You." He grinned and started to walk toward her. "You know better." She drew herself up and took a step back bumping into a table. "I'll scream." His hand closed around her throat and shoved her back against the table, banging her head as she fell back and he moved to hold her down. He yanked her shoes off her feet and peeled off her knee socks while he held her down by the throat. Using one hand, he tied one of her ankles to the leg of the table, binding it tight. She whimpered in her throat and tried to yank her leg free even as he tied her other leg to the opposite leg of the table spreading her legs wide open. He climbed atop of her body and placed his knee against the flesh of her throat as he pulled his field hockey stick out of his bag and a roll of athletic tape. Sliding the stick under the table, he taped her right wrist to one end and her left wrist to the other end of the stick immobilizing her completely. He shoved her skirt up her hips, twisted, and snapped her panties off her body wadding them into a ball and shoving them into her mouth to quiet her. He finished pushing her skirt up her legs and looked down at her soft nearly naked pussy and thighs spread wide open by her bound legs. He tore the front of her blouse and sweater open, popping open her bra and cruelly twisting one of her nipples until she whined through her panties and arched her back trying to relieve the pressure on her breasts. When he released her breasts, she fell back to the table and whimpered pathetically a few small tears clinging to her lashes. His hands ran down her sides and along the inside of her thighs, slowly he parted her pussy lips with his fingers and ground her thumb into her clit. "I'm going to make you enjoy this no matter what it takes." He smiled at her, "I'm going to make you beg me to take you everyday until you can't go an hour without thinking of me deep dicking your pussy and you beg me to fuck you until you scream." She shook her head and squirmed under him even as her body responded to his thumb stroking her clit, coaxing her pussy to grow wet and warm to accept him. He slid his fingers along her slit and slowly extended a finger inside her tight hole, feeling her muscles tense around his fingers instinctively as he persuaded her body to grow wetter and more willing. He bit her breasts raking his teeth over her nipple as his finger slid in and out of her body and his thumb ground against her clit. He removed his fingers from inside her body and unzipped his jeans pushing them down off his hips and letting his cock strain out, stiff and throbbing to plunge into her body. He parted her lips with his fingers, stroking her clit, and then moved his hips forward and stroked the length of his cock down her slit wetting himself. She was still pulling at the restraints on her wrists and legs trying to squirm away from under him, trying desperately to stop what he was doing, trying not to admit that her body was starting to respond to him and enjoy what he was doing. He bent his head down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting it until she arched her body back up against his, angling her hips to accept his cock without even realizing she had. He grinned through a mouthful of her breast and slowly rubbed his cock head into her clit feeling it throbbing and watching her squirm under him trying to deny what she was feeling. She tried to slap him and only managed to yank her wrists painfully against the tape holding her down causing her to groan in frustration even as she felt her pussy drip wetness down her thighs. He grabbed her hips and held her still sliding his cock down and pausing with his head resting at the opening of her cunt, feeling her dripping down onto him. He tensed and slammed his cock up into her pussy filling her completely and stretching her tight pussy wide open. She screamed, even through the wad of her panties he could hear it, feel her entire body tense and try to force him out. He grunted and lifted slowly, pulling himself almost completely out, rubbing his shaft along her clit as he pulled back out of her. He twisted her nipple in his fingertips to get her to raise her body and he thrust down into her again, filling her and stretching her cunt back open as he ground down against her cervix. She dug her nails down into her palms and closed her eyes shaking and willing it not to be happening, keeping her eyes closed and refusing to look at him. He held her hips, his hands squeezing her flesh and brushing his thumb down over her clit as he rocked in and out of her body probing her inner walls searching for her g-spot. He knew he'd found it when her entire body jumped under him and she moaned loudly her eyes flying open and eyes locking on his as her muscles locked around his cock and shuddered. He smiled lecherously down at her and groaned in his throat quickening his pace and slamming into her body harder and harder as he felt her muscles tremble and flex around him responding to his movements. He pushed himself into her, forced her body to move under his, rocking his hips and fucking her with movements that rubbed his engouged cock into her g-spot again and again bringing out a base instinct in her and forcing her to take pleasure in it. He had her now and he knew it, despite her haughty attitude, she was gaining pleasure from his dick plunging down into her soaking pussy again and again, and he knew he could make her his slut. He thrust into her over and over again, increasing his pace, giving her no time to stop responding, driving into her and forcing her higher, closer to release and surrender. She howled and her body leapt up against his, her muscles tightened and released as her cum flowed down over him out of her body and pooling on the table underneath her. Her whole body went limp under him giving way to the shaking pleasure running through her as he continued to thrust into her until with a low growl he slammed deep insider her cumming hard, filling her insides with his seed and claiming her. Before his cock emptied inside her body, he pulled himself out and spurted cum over her breasts and abdomen finishing in a small pool on her belly. He looked down at her, she was laying there panting, his cum splashed across her chest, pooled in her abdomen, and dripping from one of her hard little nipples. He laughed when he saw a few tears clinging to her eyelashes and saw the red blush creeping up her neck to her face. He brought his hands down roughly on her breasts, grinding the sensitive nipples till she moaned out and arched her back again. As she arched upward, he gripped her body and dragged her down to the edge of the table, letting her ass hang off the edge, her arms stretched from their restraints and her legs now bent at the knees and pinched by the ties to the table. She whimpered pathetically at the pain the tape on her wrists was causing and the uncomfortable position of her legs and tried to squirm into somewhat of a better pose but his hands held her still and didn't allow her to move away from him. His cock was hard again and he rubbed it between her pussy lips, soaking himself in her cum. She was struggling again under him but he just laughed and flicked his finger over her clit causing her to moan low in her throat and her muscles to tighten up. He coated his fingers in her juices and slowly rubbed them down her slit and over her ass. His fingers rubbed her cum against her tight little hole even as she squeaked and began to truely fight to get free as she realized what he was up to. He laughed and slapped his hand down hard on her wet pussy, his fingers then biting into her hips as he stroked his cockhead down the cleft of her cunt and to her tight anus. He pressed the head of his cock forward, pushing till her hole opened to accept the tip of his head. He heard her whimper and her body shake from revoltion as he grabbed her hips holding her tight and slammed himself full length into her ass, giving no gentleness to her at all. Her scream would have been ear shattering if she had not been gagged, her entire body arched and caused her restaints to bite into her skin. Tears of pain rolled down her cheeks as she bit down on her panties trying to force him out of her and only succeeding in making her muscles clench him tighter which, she could tell he enjoyed from his moans. She went slightly numb, lying limp as he began to thrust himself in and out of her ass, widening her hole and working in and out of it with his engourgaged member. She almost succeeded in closing out what was happening when two of his thick fingers dipped into her still sensitive cunt and began to fuck her at the pace of his cock in her ass. Grinding his thumb down into her clit and curling his fingers inside her pushing against her g-spot, he brought her back and was rewarded with her throaty moan as again her pussy began to grip and betray her enjoyment. She moaned again, as his fingers worked her pussy it made the feel of him filling her ass seem like a perfect compliment and hightened some base animal instinct of pleasure, her body betrayed her and moved into his cock and fingers. His balls tightened as he fucked her ass harder and faster, thrusting himself deep in her and working his fingers in her cunt, he was going to cum again. Thrusting himself in to the hilt, balls slapping against her ass, he sprayed inside her, his cock unloading hot cum into her tight little body again. Even as he came in her ass, he quickened his fingers in her cunt abusing her g-spot until she was shaking and bucking to him ready to cum as hard as the first time. He thrust and curled his fingers inside her, scraping her g-spot as she came again, the warm sticky fluid flowing over his fingers and out of her body between her thighs and down the crack of her ass, covering the base of his shaft still buried inside of her. He removed his fingers from her cunt and slid his cock out of her ass, sliding his fingertips over her lips leaving the taste of her own cum there. He looked down at her, lying there, cum cooled on her skin, ass and cunt leaking his seed and her own juices, and he smiled. Turning away from her, he went to the small sink in the corner and cleaned his cock off, ignoring the muted whimpers he could hear coming from her as she paniced he would leave her there. He finished cleaning himself up and went back to the table. She had managed to squirm back on the surface so she wasn't stretched to the edge of the table, but instead was again flat and spread eagle on the tabletop. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair and then twisted one of her nipples until she groaned and her body shivered. He looked over her body, spread wide, wet and cum covered, used and raw, and another wave of lust tugged at him, hardening his cock slowly once more. His eyes went to her full pink lips, soft and coated in a layer of her own cum, and he grinned. His fingers reached for the panties in her mouth. "Scream and I'll make you regret it," He looked at her. "Behave and I'll make you cum again." She nodded as best she could and he withdrew the wadded panties from her mouth setting them next to his duffel bag. Her lips looked damn good and as she ran her tongue over them, moistening them and tasting her own cum he wanted that mouth. He tore the tape off her wrists and tangled his fingers in her curly blond hair, yanking her up and to the edge of the table again. As she sat up his cum ran down from her belly, all of it that had not dried pooling between her legs. He guided her face to right in front of his cock and with his hand rubbed the tip of his engouged head over her lips. She opened her mouth to gasp and he tightened his fingers in her hair and thrust her head forward, sliding his cock into her mouth and moaning at the hot silky feel of her lips and tongue. At first she just sat there, her mouth around him and her eyes looking up at him wide and shocked as a virgin on her wedding night. He couldn't hold still inside her mouth and began to pull her head and thrust his hips in and out. She began to move her head on her own, sliding her lips around him, beginning to explore his cock with her tongue and sucking him tentatively and cautiously. He moaned loudly and gripped her head with both hands, tangling in her hair and beginning to thrust in her mouth, fucking it like he would her pussy. She gagged a bit but tried to keep up with him, sucking more and reaching up and gently caressing his balls and inner thighs, her manicured nails lightly scratching his skin. She tilted her head just so and it allowed his cock to move further into her throat, her eyes closed and she managed a soft moan around him as she sucked him more, tightening her lips around his shaft and stroking with her tongue. He groaned, her submission pushing him over the edge and causing his cock to burst inside her mouth, filling her until it leaked down her lips and over her chin. She gagged more but swallowed what remained in her mouth, panting softly as he withdrew himself from her lips, smearing a bit of cum on her cheek. He was still hard, so turned on by getting her to submit to him, that he knew he had to fuck her again. She was looking up at him, her blue-green eyes filled with enough hunger to finish off any composure he had in him. He pushed her back on the table hard, rewarded by her small moan and her thighs spreading open of her own will. He groaned and thrust into her soaked cunt fast and hard, quickly finding a rythem inside her, moving his hips to drive himself down into her as he felt her lifting into him. He plunged his cock in and out of her time and time again, feeling how tight she gripped him with her muscles, sliding in and out smooth as glass in her soaked wettness. He bent his head and bit her nipple, sucking it greedily until she cried out and scratched his back with her nails, her hips coming to meet his eagerly each time. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, his balls already tightening and aching and he thrust himself deeper and deeper into her. He ground himself into her g-spot until she moaned and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as her muscles tensed around him and shuddered ready to release. With a low, throaty sound she let go, cumming as her muscles spasmed and twisting, clenching his cock and milking it deeper as she soaked him and came till it ran down her and out of her. That was all it took for him to explode inside her, filling her cunt again with his cum, thrusting it in deeper then the first time and pumping till he was dry. Finally, he stood up and off of her, untied her ankles, and tossed her panties at her. Shyly she sat up taking her panties and wiping the cum from her chest, soaking it up from her belly and thighs, finishing by wiping her pussy gently, careful of the raw, stretched feeling it had. She pulled her ripped blouse closed over her breasts and closed her knees, inching her skirt down to cover herself. "Tomorrow morning you'll come to school wearing a skirt that is no longer then midway between your knees and your hips, you'll wear a tight tube top and your hair down and loose. You will wait by my locker and when I come in, you'll kiss me and act like no other male in the entire school exists. After school, you'll come to the locker room and I will fuck your tight little pussy until you scream and cum all over me. You're mine now, my toy, my slut, my whore, and everyday I'm going to fuck you hard and long until I get tired of you, understand?" Meekly she lowered her eyes and nodded, her body was his now. Begging For It He put down his drink and reached over to me, pulled me against him. A tentative kiss turns to more, inside I'm begging him to take me but he's moving so slowly. Will this be the day or not? I know it needs to be soon or not at all, I'll lose my nerve. His hands against my skin, I stand still and quiet, contemplating what I've agreed to. Moments leading up to this flit through my mind -- the first time he flicks his fingers against my nipples, the moment he tosses the clamps into my hand, the feeling of four of his fingers inside me at once. His teeth grazing my skin, holding my hands above my head as he pulls my nipples hard, lifting my breasts with his mouth. Pinned with my ankles over my head as he takes me from above. His mouth on mine swallowing my scream when I come. Pushed down on the kitchen counter, feeling his body behind me slam into mine. Opening the box to find the leather restraints inside. Looking into his eyes as I agree to give him a day of his choosing to be his, whenever, however he wants. I get damper by the moment, one erotic scene after another playing through my mind while his tongue delves ever deeper in my mouth. Slowly I find he's backing me up, pushing me up against the couch. His hands reaching under my clothing, he asks me just once if I'm sure. I nod but he wants me to say it out loud. Never did I think speaking would be difficult for me, the words take forever to come out but finally it spills from my lips for him to take me, make me his, and saying it makes me redden. After all I've done with him, its asking him to take me that makes me blush. And then he pushes me to say it, say the one thing that is so hard for me... please. I was never good at saying please, asking him for what I want. Long ago that one word would lead to me being denied, teased, ignored, neglected, desperate and unfulfilled. I know in my head this is different, another place, another person, but that damaged part of me is always expecting the world to crumble when I admit I need something, want it, ask for it. Once said it seems so simple, relief floods me realizing he's not going to deny me, just push me to ask for what I want instead of assuming he knows. He soothes me as much as arouses me with his touch. I come to my senses realizing my clothes are coming off... rapidly. Not that it bothers me, just that I'm in a cotton camisole and tight little bitty bottoms and he's only got his shoes off. His hands are all over me, I try to run my hands through his hair but it seems he has other ideas, turning me around in a blur. Before I know it, he's tying my wrists together, and I'm getting damper by the second. From the knots at my wrists his hands flow down to grip my hips, pulling my ass into him; I can tell I'm not the only one aroused already. My nipples are next in the assault, first gentle rubbing, to tweaking and pinching to twisting them. I'm wet, the spot on my panties getting bigger all the time. He knows how wet just playing with my nipples can make me, knows it can get me off. He's kissing the back of my neck, whispering in my ear, asking me if I like that, want it. Asking me how bad I want it, am I willing to beg him for it, muttering in my ear that blurs in my mind. Without prompting, without thinking I'm asking him to take me, to fuck me. Begging him please, I want him, please I need him. His cock is rubbing through his jeans between my ass cheeks and there's fire burning between my legs. He pulls away, the sudden assault on my senses stopped, next thing I know I'm facing him again and my mouth is full of his tongue, his mouth fierce on my mine. Can't get enough of him; want to pull him against me, standing on my tiptoes leaning into him. I'm suddenly propelled in front of him down the hall to the bedroom. Instead of the usual mess, the sheets are pulled back and the pillows in place. I land in the middle of his king size bed, and my hands go from behind me into leather cuffs, connected by chains to the headboard. He's lying between my legs, ignoring the wet panties, sucking on my breasts, and I can feel the waves building inside me. My nipples are hard begging for attention when he pulls away, the camisole bunched up under my chin. He returns with shiny clamps in his hands, pulling my nipples before pinching them flat. I gasp feeling the sudden sharp pain on first my left then my right nipple and he tells me I'm making too much noise. Before I've processed that information my camisole is pushed farther up, stretched tight, & bunched together over my mouth. I'm muzzled by my own clothing, a sharp tingling in my breasts as he flicks fingers against the clamps, my wrists pulled in separate directions, and my mind is reeling. Spontaneously I'm lifting my hips, trying to get a little action, I want to feel him against me, want him to touch me, oh god yes please... but it seems he has other ideas. He's tying something out of sight onto the bed while pushing me flat on the bed. So many times he's threatened to tie down my hips, and now he has, the belt wrapped tightly against my hips and secured on the other side. He's looking very pleased with himself as he finishes the knot and sits up to flick my nipple clamps some more with one hand while the other cups against the wetness between my legs. My panties are soaked, and even with my heels pushing into the bed, I can't raise my hips against his hand. He watches me try as he unbuttons his shirt and pulls off his socks, looking amused. I really don't have any choice, it'll happen however he wants, take me when he wants, I'm totally his to play with for as long as he likes. It begins to really sink in just what I've given over to him and I get even wetter thinking about it. Next thing I know, he's pushing my legs apart, but only so he can buckle thigh cuffs high on each side. I can't really lift my head high enough to see his face, but I can feel him nipping at the inside of my thighs, wet kisses & his hot breath against my skin. The sensations are intense, and before I know it I'm begging him to put his mouth on me, to eat me, words running out of my mouth faster than I can think them. It's a futile exercise because the words aren't clear through the cami muzzling my mouth. He gets a sly smile on his face as he looks up briefly and returns to his chosen path not up my legs but down to the ankles where he attaches two more cuffs. He raises each foot in its turn to his mouth and sucks on my toes, nips at the arch of my foot, knowing it makes me crazy. He pushes back on my feet, my knees knocking against the clamps, bringing that dull ache in my breasts forefront in my mind. While I'm contemplating my sore nipples he's managed to clip each ankle to its thigh. I discover I can still move my legs sideways a little, but its an awkward and useless effort of my strength. My juices are dripping down my thighs, knowing I am truly at his mercy, getting more aroused by the moment, but still unable to come without some sort of stimulation. He pulls back on my teeny tight little panties and slips a small buzzing vibrator against my clit, instantly taking me to sensation overload. He lays on top me, pushing the buzz harder against me, asking me what I was muttering about, did I need something, did I want something, his arousal evident from the bulge pushing against me. He pulls the cami out of my mouth, telling me how he wants to see me come, asking will the buzz do it for me, does it help when he pushes it against my clit. My brain is swirling, the buzz is growing stronger, the weight of him adding to my torture. I immediately start begging him to just give me a little more, telling him I wanna come so bad. He's got me so damn close to coming, I just need something to push me over the edge. The urge to have him fuck me is intense, I'm pleading with him to take me when the words are swallowed up by his mouth kissing me, tongue twisting with mine, and then I'm losing the words as the sensations swamp me. He shifts his weight, centering on my pelvis as he murmurs to me how he wants to see me come, how he wants me to come for him. He urges me to come hard and come right now as he suddenly pulls the nipple clamps off. My eyes widen like saucers as the sensation hits, blood rushing back in to my nipples, my muscles tightening, and then my body goes rigid for a split second. He's encouraging me to keep going, ride the wave, while his fingers are tweaking my sore nipples, His breathe is hot beside my ear as my body starts shaking. No control, no control at all concerning how he takes me, how I respond, how I want to move against him. He kisses me hard, his tongue invading my mouth, knowing if he keeps me going, my climaxes will get more and more intense as the night goes on. The undertow as I come again is strong, pulling at me, swirling colors in my mind and the kiss ends. He starts telling me how he's going to take me now, wrap my wet pussy around him. Telling me how he wants to pound into me, fuck me hard. I barely comprehend what he's saying but start to understand when he rips first one side then the other of my itty bitty bottoms off my body, muttering something about buying new ones to replace them. The tie across my hips disappears somewhere and then he's naked, I can't recall when that happened, between my legs, rubbing just the head of his cock against my clit, against my pussy asking me if I want it, if I want his cock, if I want to be fucked, if I want to come...and begging him please is all I can say, can think. He plunges in, hot, hard cock inside my wet pussy, and then slowly pulls out. Watching my face knowing how I want him, time slows to a crawl, he tells me to ask him for it, how I need to ask him because I won't get it unless I ask him. He's rubbing just the head against me again as I beg him, to please please fuck me, to please take me, to please put his cock inside me, begging over and over to please make me come, please oh god please... He slides in all hot and stops still. How he manages that control I don't know because all I want to do is buck against him. The realization comes over me again, I've no control, no choice at all, its all his, and I'm still begging him please please please, with my eyes never leaving his. I can't move, can't push against him, can't pull him into me, can't do anything but beg. Finally he starts plunging into me, bringing his body closer, sucking my nipples and thrusting hard, fucking me out of my mind. My climax is sudden, the muscles spasm so hard, I'm coming, coming around his cock and losing sanity for a second, falling back to earth just as he starts moaning, he's going to come, going to make me all wet & sticky inside, going to splash into me, make me his - and then I can feel his cock twitch inside me, exploding deep against my cervix, his eyes go black, I love to watch him come, feel him come inside me. Tonight that's all I can do bound as I am. I can see the energy draining out of him as he unclips my ankles from my thighs. His breathing starts to slow while he's reaching up to free my wrists, and then he collapses beside me. I stretch out my legs, pull down my arms, feels so strange to move, he's pulling me against him, holding me tight, telling me how hot I make him, how amazing it is to watch me come, blissfully kissing me as my body tingles head to foot. We drift towards sleep and my last coherent thought is that I still have twenty-plus hours left promised to him- what else might he have planned? Begging For It I feel like a bitch in heat. I'm a very needy, sometimes insatiable slut. I try not to demand too much from Master, as he already provides me with a generous amount of affection and comfort. I wear my collar proudly, even when I am alone, securing myself in the knowledge that I am his property. Master takes what he likes, when he likes. And I take my pleasure from that. But I'm hungry for his cock. I love seeing it hard, erect, ready to penetrate me. I love the way it tastes when Master fucks my mouth. I love how big and full he feels inside my tight little holes, and I love the way his cum floods me. I want to seduce Master. I consider my wardrobe options - my short plaid skirt? Little jean cut-offs? What about just a tight t-shirt and skimpy underwear? I decide to combine and conquer, pulling on a t-shirt over my bare breasts, my stiff nipples visible underneath the fabric, tiny lacy underwear, and the skirt that only just covers my ass. I smooth my hair in the mirror and tug the creases out of my shirt, wanting to look my best before I present myself. I saunter from the bedroom over to where Master is sitting at his desk, working. I place my hands on the edge of the desk, leaning in and sticking out my ass. "What are you doing, Master?" "Working, Elle," he replies, not looking away from the screen. I linger there a moment more, hoping the tapping of his fingers on the keyboard might stop. It doesn't. I kneel on the floor beside Master, resting my head on his knee and wrapping my arms around his calves. Nothing. I feel bold, motivated by a healthy dose of desperation. My pussy aches and throbs, and I need Master to touch me. Use me. Fuck me. My hand slowly moves to rest on his thigh and I begin to stroke gently, inching further towards his cock. I sigh softly, almost a whine, hoping he might give in to me. "Not now, Elle. I'm busy," he says flatly, brushing away my curious hand. I frown and my bottom lip trembles slightly. I stand up and banish myself to a chair, wrapping myself in a blanket and curling up. I stroke the blanket instead of Master, looking for comfort. After a while my eyes grow heavy and the world turns black as I drift off to sleep. I'm awoken by a call from the bedroom. "Come to bed, Elle." The lights have been turned off but I see the lamp in the bedroom is on, where Master has retired to. I'm not sure how long I have been asleep, but it's now dark as I look out the window. "Come now," Master calls again. Still wrapped in the blanket, I walk to the bedroom, stopping a moment in the doorway to see Master reading. I take off the skirt and hang it before curling up at the end of the bed near Master's feet, turned away from him, still feeling a little dejected. "Closer, Elle." I roll over, turning to face him, and crawl up slowly like a cautious animal. I rest my head on his knee, closing my eyes. "No, not like that." Master pulls me into him and tugs my collar, making me look at him. His other hand massages my breast and plays with my nipple. It hardens at his touch. "Who does this belong to?" "Master." "That's right." His hand slides down my front, making me shiver, and cups my pussy over the fabric of my underwear. I'm a little wet already. "What about this, slut? Whose property is this?" he asks me, his thumb caressing my swollen clit. "Master's property," I reply. "Mhmm." His hand slides over my hip to stroke and squeeze my ass, making me moan. He rakes his nails over my skin, making my eyes flutter and my lips part ever so slightly. "And this ass. Who owns it?" "You do, Master," I say, "Good girl," he coos as he slaps me. I let out a gasp. Master's fingers find my mouth and push in, greeted by eager sucking. "You've been a horny little slut this evening. Are you desperate, whore? Do you need Master's cock to soothe you?" I nod my head and say nothing in favour of continuing to suck Master's fingers. My cunt aches again and becomes wet. I feel the juices make me slippery and press my legs together. Master suddenly takes his fingers from my mouth and I pout, yearning for the satisfaction. "Beg for it, slut," he commands. My eyes widen and I swallow hard, on the verge of tears. The desperation spills out of me. "Oh please, Master? Please? I need it so badly... I've been aching all day. I want your cock. Please, fuck me!" Master smiles and grips my neck, stroking me with his thumb. "Where do you want my cock, whore?" "Well, I... mm..." I trail off. I can't look at Master and avert my gaze. He catches my chin and forces me to look at him. "Tell me, now." "I want both holes filled Master, please? Your cock feels so good inside my cunt... can I have a toy for my ass, too?" I ask, hoping he is in the mood to spoil me. "My pet is very greedy..." he starts. I look down, feeling shy and withdraw slightly. "...but Master will think about it. Bend over and spread your legs. I'll be right back." Master gets up and leaves the room, and I quickly do as I'm told, positioning myself near the edge of the bed and laying my head down in submission. I hear Master re-enter and I quiver in anticipation as I hear him undo his belt. He pulls my underwear down to my thighs, moistened with juices. "Mmm... pretty pink pussy," he says, stroking the folds of my cunt. I moan loudly in pleasure. Master teases my clit with his cockhead, rubbing gently, moving it down to my opening and coating the tip in my fluids. "Mmmaster... ohhh..." The sensation is delicious and I arch my back in response. "My you are soaked, little fucktoy..." Master gives my ass a hard slap. I feel his hard cock slide into me slowly, stretching me open and he moans, squeezing my ass and drawing in a breath. "Ahh... Mmmaster... please fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I cry desperately. He continues to stroke at an even pace, holding my hips and not allowing me to buck back against him. I feel aggressive and frustrated, but I take it like an obedient slut, knowing my place. But I'm not to shameless to beg. "Please, Master? Please... it feels so good. I want more..." "Greedy slut." I feel the sting of another sharp slap across my ass. Master stops thrusting and holds me still, my cunt full of cock. "Master? I've been a good girl. I need you..." my voice begins to waiver and my lip trembles again. "Please don't stop! I need my Master... it aches." "Who do you belong to, Elle?" "I belong to Master." "Who is your Master?" "You are." "Mm, yes. I am..." Master pulls of out me and I let out a low moan, anxious that he is finished with me. I curl into myself, trying to hide the ache. "Now, now," he says, stroking my back, "I'm here. Don't fret." I feel him lift off the bed. His feet pad a few paces across the room as he picks up something from the dresser and comes back, resuming his position. I suddenly feel the cool metal of a buttplug press into my asshole, making me moan. The fullness is soothing. "Is that better, pet?" Master asks, penetrating my pussy again. "Ohhh... mmm... thank you," I reply, feeling grateful. "You're such a whore, Elle," Master says as he spanks me hard again, and begins to thrust more vigorously, "You're lucky I like to indulge you." I melt into submission as Master fucks my little pussy roughly. I hear him groan with pleasure, to which I reply with my own moans. I claw at the bedspread as he shoves his cock deep inside me, enjoying every agonizing moment. "You wanted more, and that's what you'll get. Until you can't stand it anymore," Master tells me, tugging on the plug, fucking my ass with it while he tames me with his cock. I scream in ecstasy, feeling consumed by him. I am filled to the core. The pressure rocks my body. "Are you going to cum with both your little whore holes filled, slut?" "Ma-AH... ye-yes!" "Beg me sweetly, Elle," he demands, slowing his pace slightly and withdrawing the plug to press it back into my ass again. "Please... Master..." I pant heavily, "let me cum... please? I'm... oh god Mmmaster... I'm yours!" "Yesss..." Master moans, on the edge of orgasm, "take it all. Be my cumslut. Cum for Master." With one hard thrust Master shoots his hot load into my cunt and I shake, climaxing over and over as he tugs on the plug in my ass. I take all of Master's precious cum inside me, feeling complete. I collapse, worn out from the thorough fucking I've received. I can feel the cum leaking from my stretched pussy. Master lets me stay like that for several moments as he recovers. I sense him admiring his own work, and I smile to myself. I like to make Master feel proud. He lays down, propped up at the head of the bed and pulls me to him, gathering me together in an embrace. I drink in his scent and nuzzle into him, more than satisfied. He pets me for a few minutes before settling down into the bed and turning off the lamp. "Keep me, Master?" I whisper. "You're my good girl, Elle."