Before he went out, he tied up to the bed, ready for his return. It was a large bed, old fashioned, almost Victorian with a metal head and end and had been well used. Bent over the end, which came right up to her waist height, the cold metal was pressing against her body. It was so cold that it almost hurt and her nipples were standing out, very hard in response. He'd already fucked her that afternoon, taking her every way, from behind, on top, fucking her cunt, her arse and her face. It was probably a good job he'd tied her up because she wasn't sure her legs would hold her anyway so many times had he already made her come.
She shifted slightly, the ropes cutting into her ankles and wrists. Biting her flesh but making her feel oh so alive. She felt a rush of pain, of shock as she realised that this time there was no getting away, he really had made sure she wasn't going anywhere until he came home and set her free.
"Fuck, what have I got myself into?" she murmured.
Her arse was still stinging from the spanking he had administered earlier and she was sure it must be burning red. But oh god it hurt like hell but it was so good to. She wiggled her butt slightly and felt the damp liquid sliding down her thighs, dripping from the rings in her labia piercings. She was so wet still and it was dripping out of her pussy, her juices mixed with his come. She tried to shift her weight, her feet hurting in her high heels that made her just the right height for being fucked by him.
She had come so many times already that day and was so hot, so horny, she couldn't make sense of the time that was passing. What could have been an age later, or just a few minutes she heard him again, the sound of the key in the lock. She felt her body tensing at the sound and a shiver of fear, desire and anticipation all mixed up together. She'd been like this for weeks now that heady mix of feelings, ever since that first night when he had made her his.
She closed her eyes and heard him enter the room. She felt his hands sliding up the back of her legs, teasing her, first rough nails, then light silky soft touches, making her legs buckle.
"Missed me?" he asked.
She moaned softly, already beyond speech, her cunt growing still more wet, eagerly anticipating what was to come. She heard him unbuckle the belt he always wore and felt him run the leather strap and metal buckle running over her skin. She shivered, tugging at the ropes again as she tried to move.
She had never before realised what it was like to want someone so much, to be held so totally under their control by her own desire, her own need. How would he take her now, she found herself wondering again as the belt smacked down hard on her ass making her jump, the leather stinging against the already tender flesh. Heat flooded across her and she felt herself shaking.
"Have I got your attention now?" he said.
"Fuck yes", she breathed back, wiggling her butt the pain shooting through it.
"What should I do with now then?" be murmured, "What should I do with my slut?"
"Whatever you want, Sir", she managed to say as the desire shot through her body again causing the muscles in her cunt to clench, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
"Oh I know I can do whatever I want", he said, slamming his cock hard into her pussy.
She screamed in response, he had fucked her so many times now in those last few days that whilst she wanted it, needed it even, fuck it hurt she was just so sore. He pounded it into her, hard, fast strokes, concerned only with his own pleasure. She felt the sensations start so quickly now, her cunt clenching around him, squeezing his cock. He reached her clit, dragging his fingers roughly across it and feeling her try to buck against them.
