'Still with me, darling?' You stand close to me, I can feel your energy, your breath on the back of my neck. God I love it when all there is, is you. My burning skin, it's you. My mind, filled with nothing but your voice. Every heartbeat, every breath, yours.
You drag your sharp nails over my back, I arch into it because I crave the sting, greedy for more of you.
Standing behind me, you press your body against me. It makes the heat swirling under my skin flare out, radiating between us. It's you, god it's you that makes me unravel. The need to obey, to please, to give you every part of me soares through my veins. All it takes is your presence, your undeniable presence. I hold still and savour every second it lasts.
You're shaking, sweetheart. Does it feel that good already?
Before I can answer your hands move around me and your nails dig into the skin of my stomach. Slowly dragging them up over my flesh. This time the sting brings tears to my eyes.
You grab my breasts hard, slapping them even harder. You viciously twist and pull my nipples. I can't help but let out something between a cry and a breathy moan.
No, Mistress. I need it. I want more. Please.
The slow, deliberate 'good girl' you drip into my ear clouds my mind and fuels my desire to give you all of me.
You move away from me, the sound of your heels on the floor fills up the room, sharp, deliberate. Together with my heartbeat and heavy breathing, all there is. No more thoughts, desire, anticipation, desperation and the need to obey are all that remains.
'Please', I whine. You move back towards me. I feel the leather falls of the flogger brush against my leg.
'What are you begging for, sweetheart'?
Your voice in my ear makes my knees weak.
'Please hurt me, Mistress' I manage to get out, while my legs shake and my heart thunders in my chest.
'Oh I will, my love' you whisper soft and sweet. You chuckle. Your voice turns dark, strict, almost cold when you speak again.
'I will hurt you so bad, you'll wish you never begged for it'. You grab a fistful of my hair and pull my head back, sinking your teeth into the flesh of my shoulder and bite down hard.
The way I cry out makes you smile.
'That's it, scream for me'. You step back and let the first strike hit my back. I moan at the sensation flowing through me. You start building a rhythm, alternating between thuddy and stinging strikes. Moving from my back to my ass to the back of my legs. I know my cunt is dripping because I can feel it sticking to my inner thighs. My clit is throbbing and pulses with each strike. I'm getting lost in everything I feel. You step in front of me and wrap your fingers around my throat, the weight of your control makes my breath hitch.
'Do you feel it? Do you feel your pride leaving you? You should. Such a slut for pain, it's pathetic.' My eyes start welling up with tears. You smile and give my throat a good squeeze before moving your hand down, cupping my pussy with your hand. I gasp and tilt my hips towards you.
'Soaking, swollen, throbbing, oh you really are a slut, hm'.
I try to grind against your palm but the second I do you pull your hand back and slap me across the face. Tears fall from my eyes. You move your face close to mine and lick the tears off my cheek.
'Say it. Say, I'm a filthy slut and I love it.'
I'm..I'm a filth..a filthy slut'. I breathe in shakily. 'And, fuck.. and I love it, Mistress'.
You smirk and hum your approval as you walk back around me.
The strikes, they are brutal and so is the rhythm. There's no breathing through it, all I can do is take it while I writhe and cry out as certain spots become more raw and sensitive. I'm losing myself, all I feel, all I know, is you, all I want is you, more of you as I feel my cunt clench with every strike.
Again you stop, when I feel your hand on my back I flinch, but breathe out as I feel you caressing the marks you made. Your hand sliding over my ass, I'm guessing your fingers are tracing the stripes.
'You look so pretty like this' spoken almost breathlessly.
You slap my ass hard and for a second the sting and the burn have me searching for words.
'Mmmfuck, one, thank you Mistress'.
The next one lands a little harder, in the exact same spot, making my knees weak and the rope dig into my wrists.
By the time we reach ten, I'm crying and shaking, spitting out the count and your praise through gritted teeth.
Your hand snakes around my body, your fingers finding my clit while you latch onto my neck and suck my skin into your mouth.
My head falls back onto your shoulder and I start begging desperately, pleading with you to please let me cum, to please keep touching me. 'I can't, please, god please. I'm..I, fuck, I need to cum, please'
You hear it in my breathing and just like that, you stop touching me. 'No fuck, no, please, no'. I'm crying from frustration, desperation and need. I'm breathing hard, a please still falling from my mouth every other breath.
You pull my back flush against you, your fingers playing with my nipples, your mouth close to my ear.
'I'm going to drag you to the edge over and over, keep you there and make you think I will let you fall, only to pull you back to me and start over. I want your body a wreck and your mind in ruins'.
You twist and pull my nipples, making me whine and arch my back to try and release some pressure.
'Then, and only then will I decide if you've earned the privilege of an orgasm' you say amused, before sucking my earlobe into your mouth and drip a filthy moan into my ear as you do.
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