Sweet N' Low

"Oh please, more! Uuuughh, that feels so good, Master. Don't stop!" I moan out, "Yes! Right there, right there! Fuck! Harder! Please Master, I am yours so take it, own me. Oh, I'm gonna cum!!" I am just speaking the passion I feel at this early stage of our night, but He listens so well and makes me feel so much more than ever before.

"Show my fingers what you want to do to my dick, squeeze em' tight, baby girl." He growls at me.

"Cum all over my hand and I'll make you cum again on my mouth as a reward." He adds.

His words are keeping me focused on us, in the here and now. Pushing me higher until I'm clamping hard on His digits. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my body feels like the orgasm is hitting every limb, every curve, every inch of my body, full and so powerful I nearly faint. Riding the waves like they go on forever and pushing myself to hang still and be good, as they do.

As I'm cumming loudly and so powerfully, He changes angles and flicks, making my pussy now squirt for Him as I cum again, even bigger this time. He dives in, clamping his lips around my slit and slurps my juices up, fucking my clit and keeping me on this rollercoaster of orgasms with His fingers buried deep inside and His tongue lapping fast and hard to get every drop so nothing is wasted.

Before long, my legs begin to shake, and those straps on the cross are holding me up more than my own muscles. So, Master sweetly unbuckles me and carries me over to the bed, where He warns me to be good and keep my legs open for Him or suffer the spanking bench. I think I can obey, until I see Him pull out an industrial wand from the tiny slit of light my blindfold gives me when it's knocked the tiniest bit a skewed. I still can't see much, including him, but I can see the hint of that wand. That is my Achille's heel. How many days and nights I've spent in my bedroom fucking my clit against my own industrial wand and inducing 5 and 10 orgasms per session, I won't dignify with an answer, but this challenge will be way harder to achieve if it is Him wielding the wand.

He straddles my chest, His cock in the perfect position for me to worship Him, while He holds the wand on my clit and challenges my ability to give a good blow job. I start out timid and slow, allowing myself time to introduce myself to His intimate spots. I like bonding my mouth and spirit to His body, so that I can really connect with wanting to worship Him well. So, I close my eyes... even though it does no good behind this blindfold, that is still somehow very much staying in place now after He fixed it when He got into position. I let myself take in His essence in feel, taste, smell, everything.

As we each play, as I lick and suck His idol of power, challenging His own control with how I use my lips, my tongue, and my throat to please Him well... He presses the wand at my clit harder and turns the vibration up. I'm deep throating and bobbing along His length with such intensity, my hips bucking into the air wildly as that wand pushes hard into my nub of sinful delight. I don't care how weird or unladylike I might look right now to Him, I am fully chasing the next release while determined to force His, so that we orgasm together. I get sloppy when I free myself of over thoughts and give in fully to worshiping Him, trying so hard to be the very best He's ever had.

Something I pride myself on, when I achieve it.

I think He caught onto my trying so hard to force His release to happen with mine though, because as I crest mine, He pulls Himself away from me, stopping Himself from falling with me on this orgasm.

"Uh, uh, uh! When I cum, I'm doing so deep inside you, baby girl. Marking your body as mine from the inside to out. But for that little manipulation, you can expect a spanking when we take a small break for water and food later, little girl."

"Yes sir." I say, not great at hiding my smile.

He throws the wand to the side just then and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. The other wrapped around His hip, as He sinks Himself inside me, finally. A deep moan leaves my lungs as I enjoy every tiny bit of stretch His cock requires of my pussy.

"Mmmmm... Fuck yes! Please, sir! I need to be fucked so bad, pound my cervix with that gorgeous beast of yours!"... I'm now mindlessly rambling.

But He listens.

He pounds me long, hard, and throws me around, readjusting and pounding this way and that, hammering, sliding, gliding, and all around fucking me into oblivion. Wrecking me for any Doms to come after Him...

He grips the headboard and slams His hips against my pelvis; once, twice, three times. The sound of heavy skin on skin slapping mixed into the room with His grunts and growls, and my mewls and whimpers. I can feel his girthy head hitting against my insides and making real fireworks shoot off behind my eyelids. He has a power in His cock that my pussy begged to submit to, and I wanted so badly to submit well for Him. He was thoughtful, kind, and knew how to fuck me hard while caring for me sweetly. It was only one night, but I was falling for Him.

We lay cuddled for a bit; He pet my head and praised me for being so eager and willing for Him. But soon, I was going to have to take my punishment for my earlier failure in obeying his command to stay still for the wand. I knew that. For trying to push his control and challenge His Dominance I would be made to feel pain.

Tingles filled me, I was so excited to know the feel of His hand on my cheeks...

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Once He had me positioned correctly on the bench, He placed a collar around my neck and attached a leash to bind me to the bench. He then instructed me to point my ass up and out, so He could have full access for a good spanking. Then...

SLAP!

Slap!

Slap!

This went on until we reached twenty, at which point His cock was hard again, evidenced by the sensation of it brushing against me as he drew closer. His hands resumed their gentle caress of my body. He was deriving immense pleasure from the punishment, and I could feel that in his gentle touches, a sentiment I shared. My pussy was like a slip n' slide, of which He realized because He quickly moved to eating me out from behind, as I still remained straddled on the bench, still leashed and submissive to His desires. I came for Him, on His tongue, crying out for more, begging for His cock. Rewarding me for taking his spanking well, He slid His hard cock back in, fucking me over and over.

My masked master was dark, hard, rough, and passionate. And I loved every bit of it.

Our night saw no sleep, only pleasure.

Suddenly, He shifts me so He's fucking me in missionary, then He grips my blindfold and pulls it off. Allowing me to finally see Him, to hear Him as He throws the modulator to the side as well...

I gasp, recognizing Him immediately, the man I hired to help me at work. We've been working together for weeks. I thought I was the only one to feel the chemistry between us, He's been completely impossible to read so I've stayed totally professional, just in case...

"Beckett?!"

"I've wanted you like this since that first day we met, baby girl."

I wonder what work will be like now...