"You know" he pondered absentmindedly, a hand curled in her hair, pinning her to the bed as his other hand worked methodically and mechanically in and out of her. "There are two reasons I keep you around. One is this..." She hissed through her teeth as he plunged his fingers deeper inside of her. "I'd have to say the other is this.." he quickly withdrew his fingers and pressed them into her mouth and down her throat forcing her to taste herself. Removing his other hand from her hair as he did so, using it to plug her nose. Her entire body convulsed on the bed under him as he forced her to taste herself. Her eyes watering and back arching as he stared down at her with mild disinterest. "Though I'd have to say it's closely tied with this" he murmured leaving a sharp red hand print across her right breast with the hand that had just been in her mouth. She hardly reacted to the blow, her mind reeling as she tried to keep up with him.
He had a way of speaking slowly, precisely, methodically while working quickly over her that left her feeling suspended. Her body trying to keep up with his quick, painful, often taunting movements while her mind tried to slow and process his words. It left her disoriented and drunk on the essence of him, all Him. It's where he liked to keep her, filling her every sense making every fiber of her being curl towards him, seeking more of him while he continuously denied her. He knew the way her mind and body worked against each other and was able to utilize their inconsistencies to manipulate her closer. She murmured incoherently under him as she curled into his thigh, her entire body trembling. All of her nerves such live wires that when he placed his hand gently against her side, interlacing his fingers with her ribs, she yelped, flinching as if he struck her.
He took in her form as she trembled under him, his hand curled possessively around her side. He truly reveled in her though his words and actions often made it appear otherwise. He took in the details of her face slowly. Her glassy and watering eyes, flushed cheeks, her own juices smeared across her face, breasts and thighs. Her devotion and longing plainly painted across her body and his heart twitched as he took her in. "Fuck you're a pathetic, despicable little creature" he laughed as he rolled her away from touching him" You disgust me as much as you intrigue me" he sighed as he rubbed a thumb along her jawline.
She lay sprawled on her back tears welling in her large green eyes. Chest heaving desperately as she struggled to regain her breath and a shred of composure. She grasped his sheets, inhaling deeply, trying desperately to regulate her heartbeat and keep her hands from shaking. He bent over the bed and ran a roughly padded thumb across her nipple. Her body jerked as she whined, curling towards him once more. This time he caught her and slapped her hard across the face laughing. "As I said. Pathetic. fuck you."
"Stay" he laughed again as he moved away from her. Leaving her body arching and aching for his touch. She lay in the center of their bed writhing, trying desperately not to touch herself without permission or whimper pitifully for him to come back to her. She focused instead on lying as still as possible and listening to the sounds of him moving throughout their house. The squeak of certain floorboards as he moved through the spaces they occupied together. She caught a desperate little mewl and was horrified to realize it came from her own throat. She heard him laugh from deep within the house and flushed at the realization this was but a game to him.
She was continuously amazed at the composure he maintained around her and thought that must be the difference between submissives and their dominants. She couldn't help but cave to the overwhelming ache of desire and was willing to debase herself entirely in the pursuit of it. While he seemed capable of the same desire and lust, she often caught the small moments when it creeped through Him. These were truly the moments she lived for, but dominants were able to delay their lust in search of the mental fetter of their submissives. Bonding them further to them.
He returned to their room to find her I the same position he left her. So desperate and pitiful that the soles of her feet nearly touched the top of her head as she yearned for him. Twisting herself further in her desperate attempt to ease the ache of needing him.
He was dressed to go out. Nice shirt buttoned smartly to his throat, tucked neatly into pants that she couldn't help but notice emphasized the swell of his cock. She mewled and leaned towards him, reaching her fingers up to graze the bottom of his tie, her favorite color, fastened tightly to his throat.
"No." He ordered. Catching her hand before it had the chance to tenderly graze him. "I was going to leave you here tonight without granting you anything. Well I still am. You certainly won't have an enjoyable orgasm before I leave..." Her stomach tightened at the thought of an unenjoyable orgasm.
"But I find myself wanting some release before I go out for the night..." His words hung suspended in the air above them. She already a mess incapable of any delusion of elegance and him toeing the edge of losing control with her. It was the dangerous dance they always played that allowed him to fall deeper infatuated with her, the ability to keep him aching and struggling for composure.
