We eat, we talk, and I help him get out some of his frustrations verbally, and after we finish eating, I get him a cold beer and cuddle up with him while we watch TV. I massage his legs and feet for him, then his shoulders, kneading his overworked muscles. As our show ends, I lean against his ear and tell him that if he wants or needs to vent on me, he can. He looks back, kissing me, asking me if I'm sure. To answer, I simply strip and head back to our bedroom. He eagerly follows.
Once in, I smile at him and he slaps me. Its not a love tap, but a hard smack. I whimper, eyes already watering as he smacks my other cheek. He sits down and tells me lay on his lap and I do. I expect the leather strap but this time he uses his hand. He brings it down on me, again and again, as I struggle to stay still on his lap. After around the twentieth slap, I start crying freely, as he hits my ass again and again, raising welts in the shape of his hand. Then he moves, slapping my back, my shoulder blades, my hips. He parts my legs and slaps my slim and shaved pussy. It's all I can do to cling to his leg for dear life as he hits me again and again. When he's done, I'm trembling. He shoves me off his lap and I whimper when I hit the floor, looking up at him. He's both smiling and not, almost animalistic. I barely feel it when he backhands me, then the rush of heat reminds me of what just happened. I smile up at him, but I'm crying now. I can't stop that. But it's OK, because he likes those tears as well.
He tells me softly to close my eyes and I do. I then feel his knuckles brush my cheek, ever so gently. Then he pulls his fist away and then I'm on the floor, the room spinning. I don't even feel pain, not really, just confusion despite knowing what just happened. I feel him on top of me now, spreading my legs, slamming into my cunt. His cunt. He grips my throat tight now, cutting off my air as he hits me hard again, this time in my gut. What air I have expels out and he's gripping me so tight I get none back. He's fucking me furiously and I feel wet and orgasmic and in so much pain and all I can do is focus on him. He's all that matters. He's my world, my reason. That keeps running through my head, even as it gets harder and harder to see him. I feel him moving, my body is shuddering, but black is creeping in on all sides and then I cum and blackness envelopes me.
I wake moments later, being slapped again, as he cums deep in me. I struggle to focus, but the one cheek has swollen bad, but I cling to him. He whispers in my ear, asking if I'm off my pill like he asked. I nod, and he smiles, stroking my bruised cheek softly, then kissing it. He says good, then pulls me up with him. He holds me steady as I'm still a bit dizzy, as he slips my pink collar that says Daddy on me and pulls me to bed. We spoon, he feels better because of me and that makes me feel better. I feel safe and right in his arms. Where I belong.
