With both hands gripping his throat she demands "who fucking owns you, slut?"
Wriggling beneath them he grunts in frustration. She's been on top of him teasing him since she'd taken off his blind fold. He's desperate to fuck her but weak to her control and relishing in the ecstasy of submitting to her for the first time.
"You do" he manages to get out through gasps of air, still rolling his hips trying to meet her pussy with his throbbing cock.
"I said, who fucking own you?" She repeats this time in a slower, harsher tone, almost as if through gritted teeth. She lightens up her grip at his throat now to just one hand squeezing tightly, but no longer restricting his airflow. Her other hand explores his body, running her fingers along his collarbone, through his hair, and landing softly on his cheek.
"I know I lost and tonight's your night to top me but I still know my place and I don't need to sa..." interrupting his pathetic excuse she slaps him hard across the face maintaining eye contact with his serious yet desperate black eyes. She feels his whole body beneath her as it reacts to the blow in pure ecstasy. She knew he was a filthy masochist, that fucking liar.
"Fuck baby hit me harder" he says playfully now, remembering how much he enjoys being dominated despite his ego.
"I'll hit you when I want to hit you, as hard as I want to hit you. Now tell your Mistress who fucking owns that desperate cock of yours" she whispers into his ear as she lightly grinds her wet swollen cunt against the length of his hard cock. She needs to stand her ground and not reveal just how eager she is to finally give in and let him fuck her. The hours of torture and teasing has made her painfully wet. She's aching to have him inside her but fights her urge to stay in control.
"Fuck! Jesus fucking christ you're so wet.."
"Say it!" She demands this time loudly with a brutal slap against his cheek, still red from the last slap he pretended was too light.
Immediately he knows he has to give in and submit to get what he wants. "You fucking own me, Mistress! I'm your filthy bitch. Please let me fuck you.."
Before he can finish his sentence she lowers herself down and rolls her hips to slide down his cock as deep as she can handle. Both lose control and momentarily forget their current dynamic as they take in the pure pleasure of finally getting what they've been aching for for so long. Riding him fast she watches him catch his breath and struggle to not cum too soon.
"That's a good.. boy.. Jesus.. Christ.. you're too big, baby" she says through whimpers as she rides his cock with both hands back on his throat, reminding him of his place tonight. She brings her face to his and kisses him deeply to reward him for being so obedient. Her moans grow loader as he starts thrusting his hips against hers, shoving himself even deeper inside her.
She struggles to maintain character as she feels herself getting closer, "you better not.. cum.. yet.. my filthy.. little.."
Watching her this way drives him absolutely wild and with one sudden movement he breaks free of the ropes previously binding his hands above his head against the headboard. Feeling a sense of freedom he runs his hands down her back and lands at her hips, allowing him to get enough leverage to slam into her harder and harder each time.
Almost screaming now she crumbles with her head next to his, moaning and whimpering in his ear, "Yes baby! Don't... fucking stop, make your mistress.. cum on your cock.."
