He walked slowly around her, watching her, and for a minute, she forgot to even breathe. she had no clue what he was about to do. He might kiss her gently, tenderly. He might yank His belt off and smack her with it. Or He might simply force her to her knees and ram His cock down her throat. she had no way of knowing. It was one of the things that made her so hot for Him.
He had spent the evening stripping away her veneer; turning her from the independent woman she spends her day being, to the needy greedy submissive painslut He would use all night. The thing that always surprised her most was how easy it was for Him, the simple way He went about reducing her to nerve endings and need. Leaning over at dinner to give her a gentle kiss and vicious nipple pinch, or holding her close while dancing and softly telling her how He was going to make her beg for His cock, simple actions that peeled her down layer by layer, until she was lost in desire. It was almost scary how far down He could get her, how she would get so hot for Him He could tell her to slit her wrists and not only would she, she'd have an orgasm doing it. she trusted Him with her life, though, and knew He would always keep her safe. It was the trust that allowed her to fall so deep into His darkness.
The final step, always, was His slow and intense inspection of her. He wasn't looking for imperfections or mistakes; as He made His slow stroll around her He looked inside her, into her eyes and down into her soul, gauging her need, her fears. He always tried to give her both, to push her fear as hard as He could, and then reward her with her need. she pleased Him in her ability to face a fear and turn it into desire.
He stopped in front of her and smiled when He saw her begin to tremble. He ran His thumb over her lips, watching intently as she opened herself up to Him. her lips softened and parted under His gentle touch as tears pooled in her eyes. He waited it out, doing nothing but caressing her mouth with His thumb and watching her face, until her very last layer parted. He knew what was happening in her head; desire was building until it became a tidal wave, a non-stop rush that made shooting coke seem like sleeping.
"please."
He brushed a curl off her cheek and leaned His mouth to her ear, making sure no part of His body touched her. He could hear the whimpering start in her throat, could feel the air vibrate around her thrumming body. His whisper was full of heat and command.
"Please what, slut?" He pulled His head back, watching her eyes intently. It was always hard for her, to articulate her need, but He always made her do it, made her reach down to her deepest, darkest place and rip her submission out of herself and present it to Him.
"please, Master, please, i am just a needy slut, please, use me for Your pleasure, show me just how deeply i belong to You, Master, i'm just a greedy, begging whore, i'll do anything You want."
He twined one hand in her hair; with the other, He reached into His pocket and pulled out a straight razor. He opened it slowly, letting her see the gleam on the edge of the blade before pulling her head back, exposing her throat. He very lightly and carefully traced the blunt edge of the blade down her long neck.
"Anything, slut?" As He spoke, He turned the knife, letting her feel the sharp edge. His voice was full of promise and dare, and the barest hint of dark laughter. she tried hard to stop her body from trembling, knowing He always kept His blades sharp. He snapped His head down fast and licked up her neck, right next to the blade. she made a sound, something between a whimper and a growl.
"yes, Master, anything, please anything, everything."
He gathered her hair in His hand, bringing it around in front of her eyes as He tugged her head back down. He held the knife to her hair, to the long red curls that were her pride. she felt her bottom lip quiver as tears leaked from her eyes. He knew how much she loved her hair, how long she had been growing it, and she knew He very well might use it to prove just how deep her need for Him ran.
"Even your hair, slut? These beautiful curls, the outward symbol of your beauty and pride? Will you give Me your hair, all of it, beg Me to shave your head, just for the honor of sucking My cock?" His voice was gentle, but also full of delight, because He already knew her answer, knew how deep her need for Him went. As He spoke, He lightly stroked the flat of the blade down her hair, smiling as hairs fell to the ground. Every strand that dropped made her cry more.
"yes, Master, please, please shave my head, take my hair for Your pleasure." her tears came faster as she spoke, voice dropping to the barest of whispers.
"And what will My needy slut do if I shave her head, and then leave her in the corner all night, all alone?"
"i will be grateful, Master, that i was able to please You, and i will dream of Your cock all night."
He smiled at her answer, tucking the knife back in His pocket and stroking her cheek as He laid His palm on the top of her head. she needed no other instructions, and sank gracefully into a kneeling position at His feet. she looked up at Him, her eyes wide and gleaming from tears, her mouth open slightly, lips puckered. He stepped closer to her, making sure to not touch any part of her, smiling down at her.
