I stood, caught in the weight and severity of his gaze. The hard, dark tone of his voice made me shiver; both in fear, and in sexual excitement.
"What the fuck are you doing." His voice cut through me again. Not a question, rather, a statement of disapproval. A tone that immediately let me know that I would be foolish to lie to him, and that I couldn't stop him from doing what he was going to do.
In my heart, I didn't want to stop him, and even though I was scared of his anger... the fear was also exciting. My cunt was already responding to his presence, the angry energy that seemed to be emanating off his body.
In three quick steps, he was standing next to me. Like a father grabbing something away from a disobedient toddler, he snatched the toy from my hands. I still couldn't meet his gaze. I was only aware of his body, standing so close to me. I was aware that he was fully dressed, and I was only clad in my lacy stockings. He could see the giant dark spot on the chair... evidence of my gushing orgasm.
I was blushing, my heart beating faster, standing still, waiting for him to move again.
My cunt was dripping again, I could feel his breath blowing against my body. It was hot, hard; angry. He was breathing like a wild animal, almost leaning in to smell the scent of sex that was wafting off of me.
He held the offending dildo up in front of my face. It was still slightly shiny from my pussy, and I groaned and squirmed under his gaze.
"I'm sorry Master!" I whispered out, my voice childlike and timid. My heart was racing, and I was excited by his proximity- by his dominance.
His other hand whipped out to grasp under my chin hard enough to make me whimper. He used his superior strength to turn me to meet his gaze.
I sighed, my pussy melting when I saw his eyes. They were alight with a mixture of lust, anger, and with sheer deviant pleasure at the prospect of doling out my punishment. I pressed my body against his, my naked flesh molding against his chest, my wet pussy pressing eagerly against the stiff rise of his cock against me.
He leaned into me, smelling me, still holding me still in his grasp. His hot breath made me shiver, and I can't help but smile a bit to myself, drunk off the knowledge that he was going to punish me.
Smirking was a mistake, in a flash he had dropped the toy, and had both hands roughly shoving me by my shoulders. His fingers gripped me, biting into me in a way that I knew would leave marks.
My whine was cut short when he said so dangerously softly, "Shut the fuck up. Clearly you've been a naughty, dirty, greedy slut today."
I had grown still as his voice washed over me, similar to how a snake is dazed by it's charmer. He was able to position me so that I was kneeling across the chair, the wet spot of my come cool against my flushed chest.
I lay, panting, excited at the thrill of feeling his anger, his passion, his animal strength against me. I was painting, my face turned so that I could see him. My ass, my still wet and hungry cunt were on display. I waited, my breath caught in my throat.
He stood over my form, his hard dick evident, drawing my eager eyes to it like a magnet. His hands were fisted at his hips, and the lines of his body told me what I was in for; pain.
I mewed like a kitten, stretching out on the chair, moving my hips, unable to stop myself from responding to his body, his energy, and his complete and utter control over me. I wanted him to hurt me.
He shook his head, the anger broken for a moment by his admiration of my seemingly unquenchable desire. Just as quickly as his eyes lit with that pride, that smile, they grew dark again. He knew better than to trust me. He knew that I was just a horny, disobedient, little slut. He stared down at me, making me shrink under his gaze.
"Tsk tsk" he clucked at me, loving the way I stilled and hung on his every word, every motion. Arms hanging down one side of the chair, breasts pressed painfully into the seat, my head turned and rested on my cheek, waiting. My eyes were glazed in lust, and my pink lips were parted as I drew shallow breathes. My ass and pussy were open, waiting, and I could feel the hard edge of the chair pressing into my pubic bone.
His eyes traveled over me, I basked in his attentions - I was nothing but a greedy hole, and he knew that.
"Tell me, slut." His voice held me tighter than any bonds could, "Tell me what you did today."
Shame flushed me, and I buried my face, ashamed to let him see me.
He was in no mood to put up with my nuances, and it wasn't long before I felt the sting of his open palm against my ass. I squealed, not trying to get away, but still flinching under the sudden bite, then the throbbing ache it left behind. My hips started to gently move, beckoning him to touch me.
Suddenly I felt his fingers ripping into my hair, pulling my face up off the chair, I hissed in my breath over my teeth. It hurt, but my Master knew that I liked it when he punished me.
"Don't play shy, fuckwhore," he leaned closer to me, his face inches from mine, I could feel my pussy responding to his words, my ass still stinging from his slap. "Tell daddy."
"Ohhhh..." I moaned out, unable to do anything but what he said, my entire being striving to give him everything he wanted. "I... I flashed the men at the store today..."
I couldn't meet his eyes, but I was able to muster enough air to form the words.
He shook his head at me, still crouched close to my face, his hand still painfully tight in my hair.
