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By *ainteeK OP Woman
over a year ago
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She never knew quite what to expect with him.
Any time they were due to meet, many many messages would be exchanged. Instructions would be given. Expectations would be clearly stated. Yet somehow, the moment she was actually in his presence, all of that preparation seemed to go right out the window.
Sometimes, he started gently. A soft kiss on her lips. A hand on the small of her back. A lingering cuddle.
Other times, not so much. A sharp slap across the face. A hand in her hair, forcing her to her knees. A prolonged throatfuck.
His ability to switch between seduction and sadism was intoxicating. The maelstrom of emotions it prompted within her - fear, arousal, lust, longing, humiliation, tenderness, doubt, love - was addictive.
With him, she knew she was growing. Becoming a better submissive. A better slut. A better whore. A better fucktoy. A better slave. She longed to please him, to hear him call her HIS GOOD GIRL.
Still, during the harder scenes, of course she sometimes wondered what she was doing. When he was growling insults and threats, she didn't know whether to be angry or aroused. When she was left bloodied, bruised and broken, she didn't know whether to be horrified or horny.
She was in a constant state of flux, swinging from one emotion to the next.
She didn't really know how she'd wound up here and, to be honest, she didn't care.
Snapping out of her daydream, she focused on the sounds and sensations that surrounded her at that moment. The sharp bite of the cane across her thighs. The ragged sound of his breath in her ear as he suddenly rammed into her arse without warning. The pain and pleasure competing for her attention, pleasure winning the battle. She was begging to cum, desperate for that release, but he told her no. Not until he was ready. Trying to hold herself on the edge while he continued to fuck her relentlessly was the sweetest torture of all.
"Now" he suddenly growled, and with that they both came.
Physically spent and emotionally exhausted, the collapsed in a heap on the living room floor. Two hot, sweaty bodies at the height of contentment. Until later..
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