What Is for Breafast Sir?

Hi! This is my very first post on here and it's a little scary to put my stuff out there. I would like to know your thoughts about the writing I do and I'm looking for all kinds of feedback, I'd love to grow as a writer. I'm mostly writing my stories on a me/you base, but please let me know if a me/him or a she/him would read better. English isn't my native language, so any grammar mistakes; I'm sorry, please point them out to me! Enjoy reading it :)

We are finally on our getaway, we needed that so much. To get away from the real world. Exploring nature, different places and each other. It is the early morning and I'm still in bed, snoozing after a late night of a lot of fucking, talking and a little bit of drinking. You wake up and see me lying there, naked. You smile as you see the welts all over my back and decide not to wake me up early this morning. Instead you decide to go for a run, get some exercise which not requires your cock as it has been in constant use for days now. You dress yourself, you whisper in my ear that you will be right back and give me a gentle kiss on my head.

After a few minutes I have realised what just happened and I suddenly feel the craving in my body for you and my head is in a subspace. My body needs you and I need to please your body and mind. I get out of bed, take a quick shower and I put on my heels, knowing that you'd enjoy seeing that when you come back from your run. Just wearing my heels and the welts and bruises on my body from the night before. Through the window I see you coming back. I rush to the living room where I kneel down, right where you see me when you come through the door. My hands are on my legs, my head down, looking at the floor.

When you come in and close the door behind you I quickly look up and say 'Good morning Sir, what do you want for breakfast this morning?' Fully aware that at that moment you want to have me and only me. I could catch just a glimpse of the corners of your mouth going up as I quickly look down again, avoiding eye contact. Instead of answering my question and telling me exactly what you want, like you normally do as you know putting your needs into words will make me slightly uncomfortable and shy, which entertains you. You walk towards me, grab me by my arm, pull me up and drag me to a dresser next to the stairs.

Without saying a word you bend me over the dresser and you start to tie my hands to the bars of the stairs. My arms wide open, knowing that it would make me feel more vulnerable. You want my mind sharp and on edge. Thoughts running through my head, this is not what I had in mind or expected. A little bit of panicking, not knowing what you're going to do to me but still trusting you enough to let you go your way. I'm resisting a little bit and when I want to turn my head to see what you're planning to do, you force my cheek onto the top of the dresser. I feel the cold wood against my nipples and I feel my pussy getting more and more wet.

The resisting has also cost me the freedom of my legs. You tie them up, each leg on a side just so I can't move at all. The position I'm in, arms wide open, legs spread, the vulnerability has made my breathing heavier. The desire I had for you this morning has only grown stronger. I need you to touch me, I need you to enter my body. I want the unknown and I want it now.

At this point I can feel myself dripping down my leg and all of a sudden I feel your tongue on my thigh, licking up my juices. 'This is what I want for breakfast', you say with a light groan. I gasp for air and a moan slips out of my mouth, unconsciously I'm trying to move my pussy closer to your mouth. Then I feel your hand, landing flat and hard on my ass cheek. 'Stand still'. Quickly I grab the bars with my hand as tight as I can, trying not to move feeling your handprint burning on my ass and I'm enjoying it. I feel your tongue again, this time directly on my clit. I did not expect this as you normally can tease me for hours. My legs start shaking and I'm having trouble to stand firmly on my high heels, I can't help myself but to moan and I'm moving my hips once again trying not to cum right away as my mind and my body are both so on edge.

You spank me again on my other ass cheek and this time harder than before. I'm biting my bottom lip trying not to make too many sounds. 'I'm sorry, Sir', I say. Then you surprising me again and without warning you put two fingers in my pussy and with the other hand you stroke my clit. You know very well this is going to make me cum instantly and I won't have any control over it whatsoever. Moans are coming out of my mouth, I'm out of breath and all my muscles contract around you. My legs are shaking, I was not prepared for this intense orgasm you just gave me. Your fingers are dripping wet while you get them out of me. I totally lost control of my mind, my thoughts and now I have trouble speaking.

'Have you asked for my permission to cum, young lady?' you ask while knowing this was fully out of my hands.

With a lot of effort I managed to say 'No, Sir. I'm sorry'. I barely could get the words out of my mind being so overwhelmed with what just had happened. 'Now I'm going to have to punish you. I'm going to spank you and you have to count them out, out loud and clear. If you fail, we are starting over, do you understand?'

'Yes, Sir' I answer slightly panicking. I want to do it right but I can't think straight anymore, I don't even know if I will get to three.

You're starting. 'One', I could barely get it out of my mouth. 'Two'... In between some spanks you're making it harder for me by quickly stroking my clit. This has made me lose count by four. 'Again', you say. This time I made it to ten and you decided I did a good job and stop there, 'Good girl' you say and you lightly caress the red and now swollen marks on my ass.

You stop touching me and I hear you taking your clothes off. Unexpectedly you thrust your already hard cock inside of my pussy, deep and hard. My breath leaves my body and I have to hold the bars firmly to hold myself steady. The element of surprise has gotten me on edge again and it doesn't take long before I'm now begging for your permission to cum, multiple times. You then decide that I may cum and when I do the muscles in my pussy contract around your cock. I feel every line and every form of your cock inside of me. My pussy is so tight and you fit in just right. I feel you're on the edge as well and I succeed to tighten my muscles even more around you, this has driven you over the edge and you're cumming inside of me, long and hard.

Both sweaty and out of breath you untie my arms and legs. I can barely move and stay still for a while on the dresser trying to catch some energy to move again. You grab me by my hair firmly and whisper in my ear 'Good girl, this is exactly how I wanted my breakfast'. You take my hand and guide me into the shower, still a little uncertain of what just happened...