It Felt Like He Owned My Cunt

It began with silence and ges­tured directives. Get up. Go to the bedroom. All this with not a word. A single gesture indicated he wanted to massage my back, so I laid down on the floor.

As he knelt over me he was lower down my body than usual, and then he suddenly spanked me through my jeans. I yelped "Hey! That's not what I expected!"

He started massaging the sensi­tive points in the middle of my shoulders. Ow ow ow! It hurt so good. His hands moved to the sides of my neck, and I felt a tickle alongside the pain. I laughed until I was ready to cry. Then he pulled me up by my jacket and hair.

"Take off your bra." I took everything else off too.

He slid his fingers into my cunt and pressed my g-spot hard. I was frantic as I felt the overwhelming urge to squirt, so I quickly pulled out a towel. He kept his fingers in my cunt and controlled the position of my body with his other hand in my hair, or by tugging on my nipple. I was mostly aware of his fingers deep within me. They were pressing hard, edging me towards release, and I was desperate for the pressure to stop – and to not stop.

It felt like he owned my cunt. (Thinking about it now makes me want it all over again.) It was deep sex, his fingers in cunt, pushing further, rubbing up against my cervix. He kept up the pressure. There were waves of intensity when I was dying to fuck him, and then I would come back to the sensation of his fingers still buried in my cunt. I knew it would gush as soon as he released me, and my squirt saturated the towel.

As I dried myself he undressed and released his erection. He allowed me to lick it and suck it, but mostly he played with my gag reflex by shoving my head down onto his cock. I don't know why I like that but I do; and it pulled me deeper into a submissive space. Then we started fucking. I was wet, but still tight enough to get some resistance.

He had mentioned he might like to bite my itty bitty titties, and he did. He expressed his appreciation of my body: he squeezed, he nibbled, he caressed. He adored my breasts and my belly, and he bit them. He kissed me on the mouth by enveloping my lips. He found the curve of my shoulder and he bit there. He nuzzled my ribs and feasted his teeth on them. He pulled back my hair to kiss and bite my throat; I felt the sharp edge of his teeth against that tender skin and I swooned.

I felt myself click deep into subspace. He could have done anything with me at that point: I was unable to resist or say "no". This was the moment when I was relying on him to respect my boundaries. I was helpless within the D/s dynamic.

He shushed me as his hand covered my mouth. I knew he was going to hurt me and I knew that I was going to take it all, just like he wanted me to. His other hand found my nipple and squeezed and twisted. The pressure increased as he watched me trying to control my whimper. It hurt exquisitely, and in my deeply submissive state I took it as quietly as I ever have.

It made me even wetter, and I fucked him as he hurt me. He watched as I took everything he gave me. There was no way to measure the pain; it just was. In that moment I hurt, and I opened myself up to it.

He changed hands and shushed me again. The pain was sharper this time and it seemed to go on longer. It didn't matter. I let my body be slowly overwhelmed by it.

He moved his hand down and started to finger my clit directly. The intensity was insane. He told me to fuck him, and I fucked him as well as I could. I knew I was going to come. Normally if I come while fucking I freeze up, which lessens the intensity. This time I stopped moving – but he didn't stop fingering my clit. My body went rigid and I came so hard that my muscles cramped.

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