There is a heavy thunderstorm passing by as I await your arrival. Momentarily I hope that you are okay driving in such heavy rain. I sit on the bed, eyes closed, mentally preparing myself for our night together. I can't wait to lose myself in you. I want to free my mind, let my body dictate my actions, become the person only you know exists. Looking down at my legs, I notice a small thread hanging off the top of my fishnets, I pull it off. I am wear a black corset adorn with white skulls. It's snug around my body, laced tightly up the back. I have bright red panties on that dig ever so slightly into the flesh on my hips. They are tight too, cut just above the curve of my ass cheek so my roundness peaks out. And completing the outfit, I put on thigh high, black, fish net stockings. I spent an exorbitant amount of time perfecting my hair and my makeup to look a specific way, a way I am fairly certain would mean it will all be coming off very soon.
There is a knock on the door. I cross the space between where I was sitting and the door in what feels like an instant. Before I can even open the door all of the way, you have an arm around my waist and your lips on mine, overtaking me for a hungry kiss. You have me backed against a wall, a mirror on the wall, pushing yourself onto me as the door swings shut on its own. I breathe a sigh of relief. Although I saw you only a few weeks ago, it always feels like it is never soon enough. I feel you already rock hard against my hip. Already excited to feel your cock inside of me, I let out a muted groan. You break our kiss and quickly move your mouth to my neck, sucking, biting, kissing. Suddenly, you flip me around, so I am facing the mirror, my back to you. Out of force of habit with you, I put my hands over my head, an imaginary binding at my wrists. I feel you back up ever so slightly, as if you are giving yourself space to admire me. I grin to myself. And then I feel your hands on me.
Your fingertips send shudders down my spine. You start on my shoulder and then move downward. You replace your hand on my shoulder with your mouth, laying gentle kisses across my skin. Your lips are warm against me. Your hand moves down my back, I feel your fingers cross each lace of my corset, slowly, painfully slowly. And then finally your hand rests on my ass, your mouth still on my shoulder. You squeeze me, tightly, and I suck in a surprised breath. Surprising me yet again, you move your other hand to my throat. I feel your thumb under my one side of my chin, your other fingers under the other side. You squeeze this hand too. I'm not sure what I should be or want to be focusing on. The gentle kisses you are offering against my shoulder, the cupping of my ass cheek, the mild pain you are inflicting against my throat, or the growing arousal between my legs. I am already overwhelmed with sensations. I am already lost in you.
"I missed my little cum slut," you whisper in my ear. I let out a deep breath and muted moan in response, as the words in my head can't come out with the tightness of your hand around my throat. I feel your hand lift off my ass and then quickly slam against in again. My body jumps. And again. I close my eyes and let the feeling of your hand hard against my ass resonate through me. You continue to spank me. Five, six, maybe seven times. I lose count. Each time slightly harder than the last. I focus on my breathing, even and steady, absorbing what you are offering me.
After a thorough beating, you wrap your arms around my waist, nuzzling your face in the crook of my neck. You are breathing more rapidly than I am, your excitement obviously present. Your warmth radiates through me. You are this perfect balance of warm violence that satisfies my every need. You flip me around to face you. Our eyes lock momentarily, full of intense lust that is unmatched before now. With both hands on my face, you kiss me, slowly, deeply. I feel your tongue gently against mine, your lips soft against my own. I feel myself melting.
