Striking Pleasure

"So beautiful," he whispered as he entered through the front door. He knew she'd be there, kneeling by the front door, waiting for him. It's how he had wanted her. It's what he had instructed her to do. But still, seeing her that way made him smile.

He'd spent the previous night thinking about all the various things he would do to her. He'd feel every inch of her body, feel her shudder in his arms as he made soft love to her. It'd been a while since they'd been together, and he had intended to make this night special and memorable. But now, seeing her kneeling there before him, he was struck with a hunger he knew he'd have to feed.

He reached his hand out and softly traced down the side of her face. He smiled again, feeling her press her cheek against his hand. "My pet," he softly spoke, moving his hand to the back of her head and slowly tangling his fingers into her hair. "You are..." He took a firm hold and quickly forced her to meet his eyes. "Mine."

She softly whimpered, but didn't flinch away. She sat still, starting up into his eyes, carefully controlling slow breaths. Fire. Hunger. Deep and penetrating. She felt as if his stare alone stripped away her clothes and left her bare, entranced in his presence. And his grasp.

Holding her head so that he could watch her face, he stepped slightly closer to her. "Take me out," he commanded.

It took her a moment to realize what he was telling her. She couldn't take her eyes away from his. His hand in her hair tightened slightly. "Yes Master," she finally whispered, moving her hands up to find his belt.

She'd done it several times. It shouldn't be so hard. But her fingers were clumsily feeling their way to his buckle. She took a slow, deep breath. Releasing the clasp, she pulled his belt loose and out of the way. Opening his jeans, she felt for him. He was already hard. She smiled shyly and averted her eyes away from his face.

"Look at me," he commanded, giving her hair a small tug. "Don't look away from me, girl. I'm your Master. You will see the man who possesses you." His voice had a hard edge to it.

"Yes Master," she whispered, swallowing a lump that was forming in her throat. Her pulse began to race. Her body tingled. She was nervous, not knowing what he was going to do to her, scared that it might hurt, and excited that he was going to use her, all in the same breath.

She met his gaze, knowing that this man she loved knew what he was doing. He knew her. He understood her. He wouldn't bring her harm, but the depths in his eyes told her that he was going to push her to her limits tonight. And she reveled in it.

"Tell your Master what you want, slave." Again, his voice held that hard tone. He released her hair and stroked her face softly, tracing his thumb across the bottom of her lips. "Tell me what you would want to do to please me."

She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the feel of his touch. Meeting his gaze, she smiled shyly and clasped her hand around his hardness. "She wants your cock, Master. She wants to feel it on her tongue, and in her mouth."

"Does she? I'm not so sure. How do I know you're not just saying that because you know it's what I want?" He reached his hand into her hair again, and heard her gasp as he took a firm hold. "How do I know you're not just telling me what I want to hear?"

"Please Master, I do want your cock," she pleaded. "Your girl loves to suck your cock." She bit her lip and tried to look away.

He pulled on her hair, making her whimper; forcing her to look into his eyes once more. "Don't look away from me," he snapped.

"I... I'm sorry Master." She felt a shiver rush through her body. Her mind raced, trying to find the words to convince him that she really did want his cock in her mouth. If he hadn't been holding her head, she would have leaned forward and taken his hot flesh between her lips.

Before she could think of what to say, he released her hair and quickly pulled her to her feet. He spun her around and wrapped his arms around her. One hand went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipple through her dress. She flinched and whimpered as he pulled hard. His other hand slipped up to her neck, firmly wrapping his fingers over her small neck.

"Mine," he whispered into her ear. "It's all mine, isn't it slave?"

"Yes Master," she shakily replied. It was a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. He moved his hand across her chest and to her other nipple and began his sweet torment again. She bit her lip and felt her body tremble against him.

"Do you want my cock, girl?" He was twisting her nipple between his fingers, his hand holding her neck so firmly she could just barely breath.

"Yes Master," she answered him softly. She reached her hands up and softly held onto his forearms; not daring to try and guide him, or stop him. Her nipples felt like they were on fire.

She closed her eyes and focused on the way his hand felt on her neck. She didn't know why, but she was happy to endure him torturing her nipples as long as he'd leave his hand on her neck. She swallowed hard, wondering if he could feel her do it.

"This is all mine," he whispered against her ear. His warm breath caressed her skin, sending tingles through her. "All of it." His hand left her breast and moved down her body. He firmly pressed down her stomach as his fingers felt their way between her thighs.

She gasped, feeling him press his hand hard against her pussy. She whimpered softly, feeling him placing pressure on her aching need. He held his hand there, unmoving. She wished he'd pull up her dress and stroke her clit. She wished that he'd thrust his fingers inside her wet pussy, and give her pleasure. Her thoughts made her squirm against him.

"No," he commanded. "You won't move." He tightened his hand on her neck, almost restricting her breathing, until she held still. "Good girl," he whispered and kissed the side of her neck. "You are a good girl, aren't you?"

His soft kisses traveled down her neck and onto her shoulder, sending shivers through her body. He could feel her breathing growing short as he stroked his hand against her pussy. "Yes, you're me good girl."

Pressing through her dress, he forced the tip of his fingers into her pussy. She gasped and moved up against him. He smiled to himself, knowing full well that she could not keep still with him teasing and tormenting her. And it gave him pleasure to know that he was controlling not only her body, but her misbehavior as well.

Tightening his hand against her neck once more, he bent his lips to her ear. "I said you won't move," he hissed in a sharp breath. He pulled his hands off her, reached his fingers into the back of her head and took a firm grasp of her hair. Hearing her gasp, he pushed her over to the couch, her knees on the cushion, her chest pressed firmly against the back.

"Master, please..." She breathlessly pleaded. "Master, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."

He moved her hands, crossing them over her chest and pressed her weight back into the couch. Without saying a word, he kept one hand pressed to her back, and the other lifted her dress over her waist. He smiled, seeing the soft white lace thong he had expected would be there. It outlined her ass so nicely as he ran his fingers over her soft skin.

He ran his fingers down the outside of her legs, then up the inside of her thighs. Quickly brushing his fingers against her pussy, he moved his hand to part her legs. She whimpered and complied with his silent command. He couldn't see her face, but he was sure she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip, her insides trembling with what she must know is coming.

He reveled in her anxiety. Smiling to himself, he ran his hand slowly over her skin again, drawing out the anticipation. His hand on her back felt her body tighten every time he pulled his hand away from her, bracing for the impact of his strike. He'd feel her slight flinch as he'd put his fingers back down on her legs or her ass. Yes, he thought. Make her wait.

She was breathing quick, shallow breaths as his hand left warm trails over her skin. It was all she could do to keep from squirming. Her own weight was bearing down on her arms. She wasn't comfortable at all, and expected that how he wanted her. She was afraid to open her eyes, and afraid to speak. Her pulse raced as she felt his hand leave her again.

When he didn't strike down, yet again, she forced herself to relax. She wanted his teasing to end. She wanted it to continue forever. She wanted to beg him to stop. She wanted... to be helplessly at his mercy.

Feeling her body somewhat relax, he smiled to himself again. Now would be a good time to smack her ass. One of many swats she'd get. The thought of her ass growing red and hot, outlined by the marks of his hand caused a wave of heat to course through his body. He felt his hardness pulse. Looking down at her ass, imagining it as it would soon be, he felt an overwhelming urge to plunge deep into her.

No, not yet. He glanced down at himself, seeing the affects of his desire protruding from his jeans. His eyes fell on her ass once more and he quickly moved his hand forward and drove two fingers deep into her pussy.

She gasped and cried out, her body pushing against the couch. He could feel her struggling to maintain the position he'd placed her in. He pushed his fingers in deeper, making her whimper. Holding the pressure of his fingers still, he watched as her body began to tremble. He could feel her clenching her muscles around his fingers.

"Stop." It was a simple command. Stop tightening her muscles around him. Stop moving. She was having trouble obeying, but was trying. He knew she would. And he knew he didn't want her to succeed. He wanted to have more reason to punish her; to abuse her sweet little body to his pleasure.

"You won't move," he repeated. She whimpered. He heard her whisper her all too familiar 'Yes Master' as he was already thinking of various ways to ensure she wouldn't be able to keep still. He smiled and slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She was nearly trembling, but she kept her position.

He rubbed the tip of his finger against her clit and felt her body responding. Before she had a chance to start squirming, he thrust three fingers deep into her pussy. She cried out as her body jerked upward with his motion.

"No," he scolded her. "You won't move!" His hand left her back and came sharply down onto her ass. He pushed down on her back again, and drove his fingers hard in and out of her pussy. He could feel her body tightening. Her cries were coming harder as he thrust in and out of her. Again and again, driving her to the edge.

She was begging for release, forcing her body to meet each stroke. Her hands moved to grip the back of the couch. She lowered her face into the cushion and bit down. Ragged, sharp breaths. Pain. Pleasure. It was growing so intense. "Master, please!" She cried out again. It was all she could say.

Pounding her pussy hard with his fingers, he knew should couldn't take much more before she'd cum all over his hand. He thrust his fingers inside her soaking pussy, and held them there. Leaning forward, so that his breath caressed her ear, he finally spoke. "Does my slave deserve to cum?"

His question surprised her. She choked down a heavy breath and clenched her eyes tightly shut. Her body was shaking, she was twitching and pulsing around his fingers. "Please Master," she whimpered. "Please, I need to cum."

He pushed his fingers into her pussy, deeper. Harder. She whimpered, but made no move to stop him. "Answer me girl," he commanded. "Does my slave deserve to cum?"

"No Master," she cried. "Master, please... Please, I need... " Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip and tried to hide her face in the couch.

"No. No you don't. You may not cum, slave." He began moving his fingers in and out of her again. She began to moan and cry out immediately. She was right there. One more hard thrust... She cried out as her body released. Her juices slowly slipping down his fingers. He held his hand still.

Her body was shaking as she rocked herself against his hand. She whimpered and cried into the couch. Her eyes were filled with tears. It was so intense she thought she might burst. She felt relief wash over her as he pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Then, her skin ignited with fire as his hand came down hard on the other side of her ass.

Hearing her yelp and seeing her body flinch against his swat, he brought his hand up and struck down again. Each strike came down at a different angle, a slightly different place. He ignored her whimpers and cries as he inflamed her ass. Hot and red.

"I told you not to cum, girl," he chastised. "I told you not to move." He brought his hand down again. She was crying out with each strike. He felt her body jerk. She held her position and took his punishment.

He shoved his hand into her hair, taking a firm hold and pulling her head back. His other hand came down on her ass one more time. This time, he didn't pull it back for another strike. He left it resting on her heated flesh.

She was breathing hard and whimpering. Her body still shook as he softly ran his fingers over her tender skin. He held her hair tightly and began kicking off his shoes. He used his other hand to shrug out of his pants.

He leaned over her, supporting his weight on the couch with his free hand. He turned her head so he could look into her eyes. The look she gave him made him want to pull her into his arms and kiss away her tears. But he was determined to finish what he'd started.

He kissed her lips, and felt her willing reply. She returned his passion, tracing her tongue against his mouth, as if he hadn't just caused her pain. As if he hadn't just punished her for what she knew he'd caused to happen.

When he finally pulled away and looked into her eyes, he saw her hunger for him returning. A small smile touched her lips as he softly pushed her head back against the couch. He moved behind her, gently running his fingers over her red ass. He heard her gasp as a small shudder ran through her.

He pushed his cock against her wet pussy as he took hold of her hips. He pulled her so that her knees were on the edge of the couch, her beaten ass nicely displayed for him. And as he pulled her back, he thrust his cock into her pussy.

She gasped and moaned into the couch. Her fingers dug into the cushions as she pressed her face against the fabric. He was slowly pushing his cock in and out of her pussy, making her body rise again. His body brushed against her inflamed ass with each stroke, searing her with each touch. The pain mingled into her pleasure, intensifying each sensation. Her senses swirled as she surrendered to them.

He thrust harder and deeper into her pussy, moaning with the pleasure. His body screamed for release. He held back. Not yet. Oh God, not yet. He couldn't take much more without spilling his cum into her. His mind raced. He wanted so badly to cum in her sweet wet pussy. But he wanted something else more.

She moaned again, feeling her body spiraling up to another orgasm. She wanted to cum, and it wouldn't take much for her to release. She was afraid to say anything. Afraid that he'd tell her not to cum, then throw her into another orgasm she couldn't stop. She bit her lip and tried to lose herself in the pleasure.

"Tell your Master what you want, slave." His familiar words echoed in her mind. It took her a few moments to realize that he was actually talking to her. His voice was strained and hoarse. He was moving with complete control. He was ready to cum.

"Please Master, I want you to cum for me," she pleaded. She rocked her body back against his cock, taking him deeper into her pussy. She felt his hands tighten on her hips.

"Don't move," he hissed.

She whimpered and forced her body to go stiff. The pressure from her own desire, the sensations he was arising in her, the feel of his cock moving in and out of her pussy... She wasn't sure she could keep still. Her ass throbbed as if to remind her of what would happen if she didn't.

She whimpered again, and pressed her face into the couch. She focused on the feel of the fabric, the pressure of her own weight into it. "Oh God, Master. Please!" She couldn't think.

"I thought you wanted to suck my cock," he gasped. He pushed his cock deep into her pussy, and held still. His hands tightened on her hips again, holding her firmly against his pelvis. "Were you lying to me?"

The implications of his question struck her to the core. She shook her head, recalling quickly how desperately she had wanted to feel his cock on her tongue, plunging into her mouth. "No Master," she quickly replied. "I wouldn't lie to you."

"But now you tell me you want me to cum." He was breathless, straining as his hard cock pulsed deep in her pussy.

She clenched her muscles tightly around his hardness and yelped as his hand came down on her already sore ass in response. "Please Master," she whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Please Master, I..." What could she say? She wanted to feel him cum inside her pussy. She wanted to cum herself on his cock. She could suck on him in a little while. It wouldn't take long for him to be hard again. She could have all of it.

If he'd allow her...

His hand came down on the other side of her ass. She cried out and bit her lip. "Please what?" He repeated, a harsh edge returning to his voice.

"Please Master, what do you wish of me?" She felt helpless. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to tongue fuck him. She couldn't think straight. She didn't know what she wanted.

Her question was answered with another swat to her sore ass. Hearing her yelp, and feeling her jerk against him was more than he could bear. He quickly pulled out of her pussy and spun her around on the couch.

She cried out in surprise and sat stunned, unsure what to do. He filled his hand with her hair and forced her face towards his aching cock. She immediately opened her mouth and accepted him against her tongue.

He kept his hand in her hair, but let her take a few moments to settle himself in her mouth. She was sucking him, tasting her own juices as she took him deeper. She pulled her lips away from his cock, and licked her tongue around his flesh, cleaning her own wetness off his skin before plunging him back through her lips. Sucking and caressing him with her tongue.

Her hands came up to rest on his thighs, almost pawing her fingers into his skin. He groaned and gripped her hair tighter. She took a deep breath as he began to guide her mouth on his cock. He was pushing himself deeper into her mouth.

Her hands tightened on his thighs as he began to rock his hips back and forth, forcing her to take his cock deeper and deeper. She whimpered and pushed her hands against his thighs.

As he pulled her head back for another thrust, she tried to take her mouth off him. He forced her mouth back down the length of him. The tip of his head touched the back of her throat and she started to gag. She pushed her hands against his legs and mumbled against his cock.

"Take it," he hissed, thrusting his hips slow and steady.

She whimpered as his hand tightened in her hair. His other hand also filled with her hair and soon he was pumping her head over his cock with both hands. He moaned, ignoring her whimpers and gags.

"Yes," he groaned, feeling her mouth spill wetness over his skin with each thrust. "Yes slave. Take it." He thrust his cock deep into her mouth. Each time she gagged, he felt her mouth tighten around him. He wanted more, but wasn't sure she would be able to take it. He wanted to shove his whole cock completely into her mouth, into her throat. Yes, he thought, thrusting past her lips again, she would learn to take all that he wanted to give her.