0 comments/ 33936 views/ 6 favorites For Him By: secretdrms It was something we talked about....his desire. But, when it came time to fulfill that fantasy it was unexpected. I arrived home from work late one evening. We had both eaten on the run, so I was looking forward to a nice bath, a good book and an early bedtime. I kicked off my shoes at the door and headed upstairs leaving a trail of clothes as I went. When I entered the bedroom, I noted my silk robe lying on the bed. Resting on top of the robe was a note folded neatly with my name printed across the top...I guess he didn't want me to think it was for someone else? "Get cleaned up, put on the robe and meet me downstairs for some fun." I didn't know what he was up to, but the notion excited me. I instantly warmed to the thought of an evening of pleasure, so I made short work of my preparations and headed down to enjoy the evening he planned. The living room floor had been cleared and in the center of the room was a pile of pillows situated on the end of a new sheepskin rug. I had always wanted one of those. The lights were low and there were candles in various corners of the room. He walked over to me and drew me close for a deep sensuous kiss. This was turning out to be a great evening! He undid my robe and slipped it off of me while leading me to the place he had prepared. I stretched out across the rug, enjoying the soft sensation as it caressed my back. I felt a little odd lying naked at his feet but I was beginning to understand what he had in mind. His next words confirmed what I suspected, "I want you to let me watch you touch yourself and I want to see your face as you orgasm." He knelt next to me and leaned in. "Close your eyes," he whispered, as he kissed them closed. "I will direct." I took a deep breath and pressed my head against the pillow arching my back slightly. I relaxed, determined to enjoy the experience even though this was something new and a little disconcerting. I rarely displayed my naked form, since I was uncomfortable with my appearance. I wanted to please him, however, and he had gotten me to agree to this. "All right," I managed. I felt his hand run the length of my body.... down and then up...then again. His hand caressed my nipples as he passed by them the third time. "Show me what you like. Play with these," he ordered softly. My hands sought my breasts cupping them completely. I ran my fingers around the nipples and down to the bottom of my breasts. I paused and then circled my nipples again. They began to harden. I continued to touch around them until I could feel the pull of flesh, as they stood erect. I wondered...was he watching? Enjoying? I did not open my eyes. I decided to go with it, and so gave myself to the experience. I grasped each nipple and tugged slightly pulling them upward and then releasing. I did this over and over again varying the amount of pressure I applied and the direction I pulled. In between, I would flick them or rub my palms across them. This went on for sometime; until I thought I would have to stop to catch my breath. His hands grasped mine and I felt something hard pressed into the palm of my right hand. I grasped it as he turned it on...a vibrator. "Use this...here," he said, as he guided it to my clit. I obeyed...as my body shook with the beginning of an orgasm. It came quickly...the tension spreading across my pelvis and down my legs. I felt the gush of fluid as the tension crested from the sensation of the vibrator. As I finished, I pulled up and opened my eyes. "No you don't...we are just getting started," he said, as he reached down and closed my eyes. He guided the vibrator back into place and I allowed him to instruct me on what he wanted. He reached down and spread my legs wide. What must this look like to him? He took my hand and guided the vibrator over the whole of my pussy, pressing it firmly in certain spots. I wanted to remove my hand and enjoy his ministrations, but he grabbed it and placed it back, "like this...let me see you." His hand pulled away and sought my nipples where they began mimicking my earlier efforts there. It was not long before the next orgasm began to build; already it was beyond the previous orgasm and yet was still climbing. I threw my head back and held myself taught against the vibrator....not moving, lest I loose the momentum. He grabbed both nipples and pinched....sending me over the edge. I let a long deep moan escape my throat as my entire body tensed. I no longer cared what I looked like...I only cared about the incredible sensation I was experiencing. I struggled to catch my breath as the tension ebbed slightly allowing reason to reenter my consciousness. I rested my head turned against the pillow and began to relax in the after glow. "Not yet...you don't," he stated simply. "I can't take another," I murmured. He made no reply other than to place my hand with the vibrator back where it had been. I could tell he was now kneeling between my legs...enjoying the view no doubt. I blushed with embarrassment over the thought. The thought did not hold, however, as my body began the slow climb to yet another orgasm. His hands found their way to my lips...gently spreading them apart...this new sensation was almost more than I could bear...I moaned deeply (was that me?) as he guided two fingers into me. He plunged them deeply and then slowly withdrew to the edge...paused and then repeated. I was now completely lost in the mounting orgasm....I cried out with each motion of his hands. I tried to catch my breath but panted for air instead. I tried to move away from his hand but he had me firmly in place... his second hand holding the vibrator pressed against me.. I could not fight...I was helpless as the explosion tore through my body. It was some time before I could regain my thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw him still kneeling between my legs. He grinned at me, "That was great...did you like it?" I nodded my appreciation as I was still out of breath. "What about you?" I asked, when I was finally able to speak. "That's what the pillows are for...a long slow ride that you are clearly ready for," he said turning me over and placing them under me. His hand pressed against my opening, feeling the wetness there. I could hear him unzip his pants... and then I felt the harness of him pressed against my opening. I pushed back against him...wanting to feel the fullness of him but he pulled back. Whack. His hand came down across my butt. This was unexpected, and the sharp intake of my breath gave evidence of my surprise. Whack. Again his hand came down. This new sensation instantly raised my level of excitement. Could I possibly handle another orgasm? He slid his cock into me and paused. Whack. Then pulled out. This was driving me wild. He continued to thrust into me with periodic slaps to my ass. My orgasm began to mount yet again. He took his time, pausing to slow his own orgasm. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation for as long as it would last. His enjoyment was obvious as I felt him harden still more. He grasped my hips and pulled me against him...burying himself into me deeply. The intensity was increasing with the urgency. I began to match his motions with my own. He reached around and slid his finger against my clit. I exploded into another orgasm...tightening around his cock as it found its way deeply inside me. The tensing of my body brought him to orgasm and we finished together...collapsing into a heap as the tension began to ease. "Tomorrow...it's my turn to make one come true," I said. He nodded agreement. I could not wait. For Him She stood before Him dressed in scarlet and black, her dark hair framing her face. Eyes shining like sparkling emeralds, staring deep in to Him, her smile beaming, lighting the whole room. The butterflies danced in her stomach as she watched Him walk around her, looking her over. His body trembled as she stood perfectly still as He instructed. She was exquisite but there was more to see. 'Undress,' He commanded. Her hands moved to the buttons of her silk shirt and as her nerves took hold she quickly started to undo them. 'Stop,' He said, she ceased instantly, 'Go slower' Her hands shook as she slowed them down, unbuttoning her shirt, letting it fall to the floor, she slid her black skirt of over her slender hips and stood out of it as she removed her shoes. She tossed her discarded clothes and stood again for Him. Gazing upon her, the pale skin of her body a stark contrast to the dark red lace lingerie she was now wearing. He felt His cock twitch beneath His black jeans. After taking a sharp intake of breath to compose Himself, He spoke again. 'This is not enough, you know what I want, finish.' She promptly removed her underwear and tossed it aside. She had showered earlier to prepare for Him, her skin gleaming from being washed and shaven. Her body hairless, clean, as He had instructed. Thoughts of her filled His head, His slut, new to His world, had prepared herself for Him perfectly. She radiated, her body His, her obedience had stirred Him deeper than He could imagine it would. 'Stay still no matter what.' He walked over to her and stood directly in front of her. He lifted His arms from His side, tracing His fingers over her smooth skin. From her hip over her flat stomach, tracing her full tits till He stopped at her face, he took in every contour with His fingertips. Dropping His hands back down to His hips He slowly raised His hands again. Her body trembled as she felt the trace of cold silk run along her body as took hold of her face in His hands. Holding two long silk scarves against her face, He lightly kissed her lips. Taking one of the scarves He covered her eyes, leaving her in darkness. He then walked behind her. 'Give me your hands,' He said. She placed her hands behind her, taking the second scarf He bound her wrists. A low moan escaped from her mouth. He moved back in front of her, taking in this sight that He held so dear, deep into His soul. Head slightly bowed, back arched, her tits protruding, chest heaving as her breath quickened knowing He was gazing upon her. His cock straining against His jeans, aching to be released. Without taking His eyes off her, He removed his clothes, dropping them in the corner with hers. Walking back to her, He stood His body against hers, lowering His lips to her ear, He whispered, "My love, you stand before Me - Mine, You have pleased Me" Her body trembled as His voice filled her mind, as His hard cock pressed against her back. His hard body pressing against her bound hands, she wanted to touch Him, feel Him in her hands. Opening her hands she held His strong legs, and just for that moment she felt Him tremble, she felt the heat grow between her pale thighs. He stood back from her hold and started to move around her quivering body. Brushing His hands and body against hers, claiming her. Every part of her body His, for His pleasure alone. His hands ran over her torso, across her full tits, tracing between her thighs, lingering over her heat. Caressing her puffy lips, fingertips brushing over her hardening clit, delving into the centre of the lust, her body stripped on any control. Her knees weakening as her juices seeped from her pussy over His hand. She wanted, needed to feel Him inside her, but she knew she would have to wait. The small moans escaping her lips were more than He could bare - He needed to feel her touch. 'Present yourself to your Master,' His words echoed through the room as He took one step back from her. Parting her legs slightly, head still bowed she lowered to her knees. Her body trembled in anticipation of His next move. Placing a finger under her chin He lifted her face to Him, bending over he brushed His lips across hers. Pressing further He parted her lips with His tongue, snaking it into her mouth, taking their kiss deeper, possessing her. Small moans escaped her mouth and into His as the heat continued to grow throughout her entire being. Her body trembling as His kiss got harder almost bruising her mouth. Just as she was getting lost in His touch, He broke suddenly away from her. Dropping her head she concealed her disappointment. Taking His hands down to her head He removed the blind fold, needing to see her emerald eyes. "My pet, look at Me." Lifting her head she took in His body, His cock hard, body straight, His eyes gazing deep into her, looking past her eyes into her soul. She met His gaze, knowing she couldn't hide her want to please Him, not wanting to hide it from Him. Knowing what He wanted, expected of her, she moved forward so she was in reaching distance of His erection. Poking her soft, wet tongue out she licked the shaft of His cock, from the base to the tip, running her tongue around the ridge. She felt His body tremble from her touch. Tilting her head to the side she wrapped her mouth around the side of His shaft, lightly digging her teeth into His flesh. Moving sideways over His cock, using her tongue and teeth to excite Him. A moan escaped His lips, in turn He felt soft purrs from her, vibrating over His skin. Taking His hand down to her head, He pulled her away slightly. "Open your mouth My pet." Opening her mouth for Him, He slid His thick cock into her waiting mouth. Pressing her lips against His hardness she took Him deep into her, her tongue along the underside of His shaft, teeth slightly out, using her lips as she moved herself over him. Taking Him completely, then slowly making her way up to the tip, running her tongue around Him, coating His cock in saliva. Grabbing her head He pulls her back down over Him, thrusting Himself hard into her mouth. Hearing her gag, as He fills her. Moving His hips, fucking her mouth, feeling her suck on Him as he slides in and out of her. Hearing, feeling her purrs over His cock. The sound of her pleasure was enough to tip Him over the edge. Knowing pleasing Him had caused her arousal sent incredible sensations throughout His body. Thrusting His hips one final time He filled her with His seed. Looking down at her lips firm around His shaft, watching her milk His cock of every last drip of cum. Licking her lips as she swallowed Him into her body. Rolling her tongue over Him, cleaning Him, His body trembling, His pet pleasing Him so. "Stand My pet" Raising to her feet still licking her lips, she smiles at Him, knowing she has pleased Him. "Come closer," He speaks again, opening out His arms. Walking into His body, feel His warmth as He wrapped His arms around her. He was sure He heard her purr. "My pet you will be rewarded," He almost whispered under His breath. Smiling knowingly she knew the truth was spoken from His lips. For Him Work has been hard on him lately. Layoffs at the firm had him and his partners handling more cases and working more hours, and the pressure to bring in paying clients mounted. It was Friday and he called to let me know he would be home around 7:00 PM, something he never did until recently. He said he would grab a sandwich at the office so not to bother cooking. Another wife might have suspected an affair but I knew my man and I wasn't worried. Our sex life was full and active and we shared our fantasies and desires. We knew how to push each others' buttons. I knew he was stressed and needed a break. I had a plan. Our daughter was having a sleepover the night at a school friend's home so I knew we would be alone. I showered, shaved my legs and pussy, and slipped on a pair of white lace-top thigh highs, a white thong, and a white silk robe. I fixed my makeup, put my hair up, and wore a pair of strappy 4" white heels. I had made the bed up with satin sheets and lit candles, setting out his favorite single malt scotch and a snifter on the night stand. I then waited for my man to come home as I sipped my Merlot. I heard his car pull into the driveway and awaited his arrival. He must been taken aback at first by the dark house, but I left a note on the door to come up to our room with just a dab of his favorite perfume. As I heard him enter, I poured him some scotch and greeted him with a kiss before handing him the snifter. He didn't say a word as his eyes took me in. He started to speak but I put a finger over his lips, simply saying "Shhh! Tonight is for you." I undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt, slipping it off his broad shoulders. I then sat on the bed and undid his belt and pants, as he kicked off his shoes. I allowed his pants to fall as he stood before me in nothing but his briefs. He may have been tired but his cock was showing sign of life. I rubbed it through his briefs, feeling it grow and stiffen in my hands. I again began to say something, so I again told him to "shhh" and to drink his scotch. He finished his glass in one swig and set it behind him on the dresser. As he turned to me, I lowered his briefs to expose his now rock hard cock. I took him in my right hand as my left cupped his balls, my red nails lightly scratching them. Leaning forward, I licked the underside of the shaft, kissing working my way down to his balls, before licking upwards to the head in one wet move. My tongue then circled the head several times, as if I were enjoying an ice pop. Then, looking into my man's eyes, I wrapped my red lips around him and took him fully in my mouth. After sucking him like this for several minutes, I could tell he was getting close, and decided to back off. "Lay down baby and enjoy this." He didn't need to be asked twice. He finished removing his briefs and lay on the bed. I removed my robe and heels and crawled next to him, my nylon clad feet towards his head, and I took him in my hands. As my fingers and nails gently stroked his cock and balls, I told him I had a dream I wanted to share. In the dream I was having sex with our daughter's babysitter Maria, a beautiful 19-year old Latina girl with a perfect body and dancer's legs -- while he watched us. (Although he would never act on it, I knew he found Maria very sexy just from the way he looked at her.) I told him that I was wearing white stockings in my dream, and she wore black. We made love to each other as he watched, stroking his hardness, until we asked that he join us in bed. As I told him my fictitious dream while stroking his cock, his hands caressed my nylon covered legs and feet. Quickly he was kissing my feet and toes, which told me how hot he was getting, I knew he needed more so I again took him into my mouth, my wet lips and tongue teasing and pleasuring him to madness. When his cock grew harder I knew he was very close to cumming, so I stopped, sat up and begged him to fuck me. He almost ripped off my panties in order to eat my soaking pussy. I was so aroused from my own fantasy that I came almost as soon as his lips and tongue made contact with my sex. Still on my back coming down from my orgasm, he positioned himself between my legs, and held them while he impaled me with his cock. I played with my breasts as I caressed his chest with one of my nylon clad foot. My other leg rested against him allowing him to kiss and suck my toes as his hands stroked my stocking covered leg. I begged him to fuck me and fill me with his cum, and he fucked me wildly as my other hand fingered my clit. In moments I had my second orgasm, prompting him to climax as well, filling me with his hot cum. Exhausted, I stripped off my stockings and we fell asleep together naked, snuggled together like newlyweds after almost 20-years together. We slept in late, allowing us to have a great Saturday morning fuck. I talked him into staying home from the office that day, having sex several more times before picking up our daughter that afternoon. But we'll never look at Maria the same again. For Him Celeste had spent several hours readying herself for the evening. She had rested and then bathed. Her legs and underarms had been shaved, as had her pubic area. As instructed, she left a quarter inch vertical swath of short dark hairs that ran from just above her clithood up for two inches, the hairs getting shorter and dissipating toward the top . The swath to either side of her labia was totally hairless. She had douched as well as given herself an enema, preparing both apertures to be utilized as He might see fit. She washed and dried her long chestnut tresses then piled them atop her head in an up-do, ringlets of curls cascading past her ears but her neck left mostly exposed. Foundation, powder, blush, eyeliner, shadow, and mascara were all meticulously applied and her lips painted a velvety burgundy followed by an overcoat of gloss. The polish that had been applied during the pedicure and manicure at the salon earlier in the day matched the hue of her lips perfectly. A string of baubles dangled from each earlobe as well as each pierced nipple of her pert breasts. She wished her chest was more impressive, but He liked it just the way it was. Usually she wore a 34b cup bra but sometimes a c fit better. It was of little matter tonight as she would not be wearing a bra at all. Two more strings of baubles dangled from her pierced labia. Just heavy enough to tug gently at the puffy lips, the baubles also danced against her thighs as she walked. Five inch heeled stilettos were strapped to her feet and her breasts bounced a bit as she walked, jiggling in a most provocative manner, the adornment hanging from each erect nipple also pulling slightly. She had applied dabs of Eternity in strategic locations around her body - the back of her neck, on her chest between her breasts, the underside of each breast, the inside of each thigh just below where the jewelry made contact, and the inside of each ankle. None was used in the pubic area as He preferred to be able to indulge in her own scent once she was aroused. Her attire consisted of nothing more than a pair of sheer black stockings with black lace tops that ended mid-thigh and were held up by garters connecting to a skimpy little belt of burgundy satin and black lace. The stockings were more like a wisp of smoke adorning her long slender legs with the garter belt and straps framing her sex in a in a perfect presentation of womanhood. She was both angelically beautiful and a total slut. She imagined He would be extremely pleased. Pleasing Him was something she delighted in, whether it was simply the smile He displayed when she entered a room, the sight of His member rigid from the arousal she had provided, or the moans of pleasure He emitted when he ejaculated deep inside her womb. She loved when He lay atop her like that, possessing her, thrusting His manhood ever deeper, ravaging her with an intensity that bordered on cruelty. At that moment they were two primal animals, void of human rationale, lost in carnal intensity. She adored His penis, loved to lick it, draw the bulbous head into her mouth, feel it against the back of her throat as she attempted to take the entire shaft in. She enjoyed licking the swollen testicles that He kept smoothly shaven. When He climaxed in her mouth it was heavenly, the ejaculate a slightly briny slightly musky nectar that was hot and creamy. When He ejaculated on her face or her breasts the heat was always a surprise and she delighted in the sensation as it would slowly slide down her skin after. She wondered what He would ask of her tonight. Would He be alone or would there be others that He would expect for her to service? It seemed never to be quite the same. Sometimes she was shared with another man, sometimes another woman, sometimes several others like the evening He took her from the front, another man from the rear, and a third in her mouth. They had all climaxed in one surging crescendo that had left her both filled and drained. She had swallowed every drop of ejaculate that had been deposited in her mouth then licked each of their three members clean. After the others left she had fellated Him, being rewarded with another mouthful of seed which she greedily consumed. Perhaps it would again be a long relentless line of men each taking her in his turn until she lost count of how many times she had felt that pulse inside her or the splattering of semen all over her body and face. Maybe He would give her over to another woman as He did one evening that had been full of cunnilingus and artificial phalluses. That time had been agony, as He refused to use her himself, instead making Celeste watch as the other woman pleasured Him. A car horn honked outside. The cab had arrived to transport her to tonight's destination. She donned her trench coat, grabbed a clutch with a few essentials and the sealed black envelope. Once inside the cab the envelope was turned over to the driver who opened it and read the address then stole salacious glances in the rearview mirror as they sped through the city. She was already feeling used. The journey took twenty minutes and ended at the front door of an extravagant stone house, dim light issuing from several windows. As she stepped from the car the driver helped himself to the cash that had also been in the envelope then disappeared off into the night leaving her standing alone before an immense wooden door. Before she could knock it opened and she stepped inside. The foyer was cavernous and well lit. As the door closed behind her she loosened the belt and then the buttons of her coat. She allowed it to slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. Standing there now so totally on display and exposed she shuddered slightly and not only felt her nipples harden more, but that first twinge of arousal between her legs as well. She stepped forward. He smiled. For Him The feelings of his fingers running through my hair woke me up. Sitting on the floor at his feet with my head resting against his knee. My arms were wrapped around his leg, hugging it to me while my own legs curled against my body. My body hurt from being on the floor for so long. I looked up at him and was greeted with a hard slap against my cheek. "I told you not to look at me," his words venomous and rough. "Dirty sluts don't get to look at me." My face stung and I could feel the fire on my cheeks, the blood rushing to the abused flesh. "I'm sorry..." Should I call him Master? I never know. I never feel like I'm saying the right thing. I make sure to keep my eyes on the floor. I heard him spit down at me and then felt it hit the side of my face. I didn't dare reach up to wipe it off, knowing that would only cause things to get worse. "Are you too stupid to even clean off your face?" He growled as he smacked me again in my face. His fingers that once so loving entwined in my hair, suddenly wrapped my locks around them and yanked me roughly back against the metal frame of his futon. I whimpered out as the hard bar hit my back and the coldness of the metal penetrated the thin fabric of my shirt. My legs kicked out trying to steady my body, only infuriating him more. "And now you can't even sit like I asked you." He dropped my hair and stood up, standing above me. "I gave you simple enough instructions. I forgot I was talking to an idiot." He knelt down in front of me and grabbed my ankles, pushing my knees back against my chest. He parted my feet just enough that the wetness my pussy had made on my blue cotton panties was visible. "Your pussy must like when I think you're stupid. Good thing you do so many stupid things." His took both my ankles into one of his hands and lifted my feet slightly off the floor. His free hand moved towards my pussy, his fingers sliding against the soaked fabric, toying with the swollen lips. He moved my panties to the side and I could feel the cool air hitting my wet skin. My clit ached for his touch, I craved it but he denied me. Instead his fingers ran a slow course down one side of my pussy, down to my ass and back up the other side. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't dare look at him. He was quiet as he stroked the tender, sensitive flesh of my body. I had just let my eyes start to close when I felt both of his hands on my hips, yanking my body forward. He parted my thighs with his head and let my body fall to the floor beneath him. My legs rested against his shoulders and my thighs brushed against the rough hairs of his beard. I cried out as his teeth bit sharply into my thighs, pulling the flesh into his mouth and sucking on it. My thighs burned with every bite. I wanted to beg him to stop, to tell him he was hurting me but my pussy wanted more. He stopped the assault on my thighs only to bury his face into the cotton of my panties. I heard him suck the fabric away from my skin, tasting me. He dropped my hips only to tear the fabric from my body and leave my pussy exposed to him. He sat back on his knees, looking down at my body that I was so willing to give him; my body that he knew was his. He spread my thighs, rubbing the soft, fleshy folds that connected to my pussy with his thumbs. I didn't dare move. I wanted to grab his hand and force it against my clit. To fuck into it, to make myself cum. I waited as he just stared at me, toying at the crease between my thighs and pussy. A rough smack against my pussy caused me to look up. He was glaring down at me. He spit in my face and growled at his words "You aren't even going to beg me to eat your disgusting cunt?" He grabbed my tits. Roughly squeezing before grabbing a nipple and pulling the hard nub towards his body. I cried out, not daring to say no. His other hand cupped my ass, his thumb roughly parting my tight, asshole and beginning to fuck it. His head sliding between my thighs again, his lips capturing the swollen nub that craved his embrace so much. I was paralyzed on the floor below him. He yanked and clawed at my breast while his mouth sucked my clit into it. My ass burned as it was raped by his thumb. His shook his face back and forth inside my pussy, covering his face with me. His lips moved away only to allow his tongue to slide against my swollen lips and push into my ass. Both of his hands moving to my hips, he lifted them off the ground and buried his face into my ass. The warmth of his tongue, made me beg him to fuck me. I wanted to feel his thick cock part the tight opening of my ass and spread it open. I wanted to feel him take me into he came and then fuck it back into me with his fingers. My body wiggled against his assault. My clit throbbing. He lips moved from my ass and captured my clit again. I thrust my pussy roughly into his face and rode him. I cried out as I came against him, his rough beard scratching against my clit. I whimpered as his dropped me to the ground and stood up. He didn't even look at me as he sat back down on the couch and left me in a crumbled, satisfied heap on the floor. For Him I Am Always Ready The rain fills my consciousness, and I feel his lips on my shoulder. I pretend I am still sleeping; the cradle of comforting warmth there having lulled my senses, brought the world outside to a standstill. He takes a deep breath, his face still buried in my hair, and I feel my flesh quiver in response. Again I feel his lips graze my shoulder, this time his fingertips gently running the length of my body, and against my will my spine arches. I respond to his touch, become a languidly docile kitten in his arms. He holds me tighter and presses his hard length against the swell of my body, his hand traveling lower. "Are you awake?" he asks, a courtesy; my response unimportant. He has already claimed me several times this night, his appetites rival only my own, and I love him for it. He turns me to him and captures my mouth in a hungry kiss. His mouth slides over my chin, across my jaw, down my neck. The urgency in his lips enough to wake the dead. My fingers find his hair, tangle in the silky softness. Baby down. His hair feels like baby down. I whimper into his mouth. Feel the slick wetness bathe my thighs. I am ready. For him, I am always ready. In one swift graceful motion he is inside of me, and like always, I gasp at the invasion. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him, as I return the urgency of his kiss with my own. I clutch at his shoulders, dig my fingertips in as I pull him in as tightly as I can. It is never enough; it's almost as if I were trying to pull him inside of my soul. He takes a hold of my hands, pulls them up over my head, pins them there with his strength. One hand enough to hold me captive. It weakens me, makes me submit to his every whim. He wields his strength, wields his sword, like a master. I am in ecstasy. His free hand finds my neck, closes gently, cups my chin. His lips find mine, his teeth bite down. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to make me moan loudly into his mouth. The sound encourages him. Makes him drive into me at a frantic pace. I whimper and cry out things in the dark that would make old sailors blush. I beg in languages foreign to virgins. But it isn't enough; he wants to hear me scream. He begins to turn me over before he has completely drawn out of my body, I can feel the spin of it inside of me. I cry out again. Face down I lay, the pillows muffling the sounds I make for him. He pulls me up by a fistful of hair, and a moan somewhere between pleasure and pain fills the night. "Yeah," he groans, as he brings a hand down on my ass. The slap of skin against skin reverberating in the night, heated flesh against heated flesh, rough calloused hands against molded smoothness. Finally the screams he seeks shatter through the sounds our bodies make together. I push into him, over and over, I push into him. Rutting like a mindless whore; his fist in my hair holding my head at a backwards angle, his hand alternating between spanks and firm grips that pull me into him harder and harder each time. He sits back on his heels and brings me up on my knees. I am bowed backwards, my knees on either side of his, my back against his chest. He begins to bite me; my neck and shoulders, while his fingers find the core of my center. He finds a rhythm and his fingertips, together with the angle of his thrust, have caused me to forget how to string words together. My body begins to tremble, as heat pools in my belly, and I am well aware that I look like I am in the throes of a seizure. I do not care. I can feel my orgasm barreling at me like a runaway train, and the pressure of it making me ache for release. Just when I think I can hardly stand anymore pleasure, he simultaneously bites my neck, presses my nipple between his thumb and middle finger, presses down on my clitoris and thrusts upwards into my body. The pressure is released as the dam that has held my juices inside of me finally crumbles. I feel my wetness down my thighs, on his thighs; he rides me through the orgasm. As he holds me down; I fly apart into a million pieces in his arms. I am pliant now. A veritable rag doll. His rag doll. He pushes me down, and lets his lips trail a path down my spine. I feel his tongue. I shiver and open my legs wider. Like a wanton slut, I open for him, wordlessly begging for what is to come. I want it more than he does now. As his tongue touches me, I hiss in pleasure. I am all cat now, a cat in heat. With my hands I hold my body open, with my hips I press upwards into his mouth. He pulls his mouth away, and before I can protest his finger is sliding into me. The wetness of his tongue enough to make it all pleasure, no pain. I am mewling, mindless in the pleasure. "Ask for it," he demands, his voice rich melted chocolate in my ear. "Tell me what you want." "You know what I want," I answer. "I want you to fucking tell me. Tell me what you fucking want," he demands again, his finger sliding in and out of me, the fingertips of his other hand twirling circles around my clitoris, which he has yet to stop stroking since the first orgasm. The pleasure almost pain again. "Fuck me," I beg. "Where," he demands. "Fuck me in my ass, fuck me hard. Give it to me in the ass," I beg somewhere between a moan and a scream. I feel his finger slide out of me a final time, and then the thicker assault of his penis pushing against me. Opening me for him. His stroke is deep. Hard. And slow. His arms have wrapped around me, and he is pressing me to his body. "So good," he moans in my ear, and I squeeze. I want him to cum. I want to feel the heat of his semen spray my insides. He doesn't last long like this, but the indescribable pleasure I feel as he hits my g-spot is unlike any other I have ever felt. And I know I couldn't take the agony of this pleasure for very long. He is so thick and hard I cannot stand it. I feel another orgasm building, and I squeeze and release to bring him closer to his own climax. I want us to go together. "You're gonna make me cum," he whispers in my ear. "I know," I whisper back. "That's what I want, baby. I want you to cum for me. Cum in my ass. Let me be your bad girl." And it is enough to send him over the edge. As I feel the first drops of his essence, I release the orgasm I have been holding back. Together we ride a cloud of lust; sex and magic binding us. We collapse in a heap on the pillows. I feel him shrinking, but he is still in my body. Together we drift back to sleep. Tied to each other in ways more than physical. Understanding the unstated darkness that lives inside of both of us. Thriving on its power. We sleep the deep contented sleep of lovers well sated. I know that when we wake, he will be rock hard inside of me, and I will already be open for him. Because, like I said, for him, for him I am always ready.