20 - Damaged Goods #4
He dragged me inside and flung me on the bed. “You’ve had so many orgasms today, and I bet it’s still not enough, is it?” he taunted as he stripped away my clothes. I couldn’t have offered any resistance, even if I had wanted to, for all the strength had been drained from my body.
“No, Sir,” I gasped, barely able to mutter the words.
“That’s because you need my cock. You’re nothing without Sir’s cock,” he said in a terse, deep tone.
“No, Sir, nothing. I’m just your little slut. I’m yours, Sir. I’m all yours,” I said, each word riding on a panting breath.
I was naked, and his hands were upon me. All the while, he kept teasing me with this damned toy of his, and I kept being filled with an ecstatic thrill.
“I have a few other things I’d like you to try today. We’re going to start with these.”
I looked up, and through my bleary vision, I couldn’t quite make out what he was carrying with him.
He came beside me and cupped my breasts. My nipples were hard points and so sensitive. He murmured that the pain was going to dance with pleasure.
There was a pinching sensation as he clamped my nipples. A ribbon joined the two clamps.
I rolled my head from side to side as I tried to brace myself against the pleasure. His hands groped me and roamed around my body while the clamps did their work. I felt as though I was a prisoner of his, my body nothing more than a piece of flesh for him to mark and use.
My mouth hung open, and I used what little strength I had to reach out for his cock, needing him so badly. He sniggered and stepped back, undressing as he did so.
“You want it? You come and get it,” he said.
I crawled off the bed toward him, groaning as I did so.
My nipples were in sweet agony, and he still pressed the remote, causing a sharp buzz to sizzle between my thighs.
I made my way to him. I was on my knees, gazing up at him with a deep desire in my eyes.
He let me run my hands around his cock. It was long and thick, and everything I could have wanted.
I felt the taut skin roll back as I stroked him. The smooth tip yearned for my touch. I swept him all around my face and felt the heat wash over me, as though I was being coated in molten lava, while my tongue protruded out and whirled around him, coating him in my saliva.
The taste of him swam in my mouth, and then I was upon him, sliding my wet lips up and down his shaft.
I closed my eyes as I took him so that I could focus on the heat inside me and the feeling of him throbbing against my tongue.
I would have taken everything then and there if he hadn’t pulled me away, if he hadn’t tossed me down and grabbed a fistful of my hair and dragged me back to the bed.
He lifted me up as though I weighed nothing and bent my body so that most of the weight was on my head.
He slid his fingers inside me and finally removed the torture device that had rendered me utterly useless, but his fingers did not leave.
He played with me, and danced inside me, and drilled me, getting himself so wet.
The blood rushed to my head and added to the pleasure, while this hedonistic feeling ran rampant through me.
I felt as though I was going to pass out. I felt as though I was going to lose everything, but I didn’t care, because he was my Dom and he could do whatever he wanted to me.
I wasn’t scared of him, though. I knew I could stop it at any moment, and that gave me the confidence to not stop at all.
He pulled his hands away, and my legs flopped to the bed, splaying out wide. I was such a mess, with my thighs glistening, and my nipples clamped, and sweat prickling on every inch of me. My hair was splayed out, and I was utterly breathless.
But Sir wasn’t.
He grabbed me by the throat and hauled me to the side of the bed, hanging me over the side. He parted my legs and sneered at me. The blood was rushing to my head again, and everything was going hazy, but I could feel my soul soaring at the unbridled passion that coursed through my body.
I watched him as he plunged himself into me and fucked me.
I was halfway off the bed, and the world spun as I lost all sense of orientation.
I felt like melting, but he kept me aloft, and he drilled into the core of me, pounding me with his hard cock, claiming me, and marking me, and treating me like nothing more than his slut.
I didn’t have to love him. I only had to obey, and that was good because my heart was only capable of that.
I screamed in ecstasy as my body cried out again.
His strength was all over me. His heat scorched me.
He bit my flesh and grabbed my hair, pulling me in close, pounding me so hard that I thought he was going to break me in two, but this was just the beginning.
By the time he was done with me, I was going to be an utter wreck, and I couldn’t wait.
For now, he withdrew and erupted all over me, the hot cum splashing on my flesh and making me even more of a mess. I was so dirty and naughty, and a pure, writhing cum slut. I didn’t want to be anything else.