His Favorite Toy

He furrowed his brow, leaning forward as he scrolled through the movie selection on the TV screen. "Romance?"

She always made time to see him when he came back. They'd only hung out a few times over the years, but each one just made her anticipate the next one. Maybe it was because they were so infrequent. Or maybe it was because of what they inevitably led to.

"Romance, sure. As long as it's not too cheesy or anything." She leaned back into the couch beside him, her legs curled underneath her. As he finished making his selection and sat back, she subtly leaned into him, pressing herself into his arm. He tilted his head slightly to look at her, smiled, and gently placed a hand on her knee.

He dimmed the lights and the movie began. After around 20 minutes, he shifted and placed his arm snugly around her, hugging her into him. She nestled into him further, grateful for the closeness.

By the time the movie ended, the sexual tension was so pervasive that for either of them to move away, however slightly, would be almost painful. As the credits rolled, she craned her head into his neck. He felt her breath as she opened her mouth, asking a silent, urgent question.

He knew his answer, but he wanted to hear her. He decided to give voice to their unspoken entreaty.

"Do you want to?" he asked softly.

She did want to. She wanted very much. However, that very feeling of lustful desire was, at the moment, making verbal communication difficult. All that came out of her was ragged, shaky breathing as her hips, grinding against him, said everything that she herself could not. Only when he pulled away, cupping her face in his hand, did she gather herself enough to breathe, "Yes...please."

His smile slowly spread across his face. She watched his eyes as a predatory, lustful glint entered them. His hands that had been holding her tenderly now gripped her possessively, clutching and pulling her in a way that made it clear to whom she belonged. He leaned close, his lips brushing hers, and her breath caught. He stayed there, infuriatingly close. Just when she leaned forward, seeking his lips, he dipped his head to the side to whisper into her ear,

"Strip." He rose and stepped back slightly and caught her gaze, as if daring her to disobey.

She felt as though she were hypnotized. Slowly, she too rose and pulled her tight-fitting shirt over her head. Her sizable breasts bounced as they were set free of the fabric.

He was silent as she removed the rest of her clothing, placing each item in a neat pile on the couch. When she was done, an idea occurred to him.

"Gather it up."

She blinked. He repeated himself, pleased that he now had an infraction, however minor, to punish her for. She knelt down and hesitantly gathered her discarded clothing into her arms.

"In your teeth. And start crawling, it suits you better." He smiled as she began putting each item into her mouth. She didn't think she would be able to fit everything; the way she had folded her jeans made them thick, and she didn't want to drag them on the floor. That would probably displease him. She suddenly felt a hand curl itself through her hair, controlling her head. With his other hand, he stuffed her socks between her teeth, enjoying the muffled sounds of shock she made. When she was finally carrying everything as she should, he released her hair and straightened.

"Crawl," he commanded. He punctuated his order by slapping her ass, hard enough to pitch her forward. It didn't hurt that it jiggled nicely.

She groaned at the contact and started crawling. Debasing herself like this, crawling naked in front of him...it was delicious, somehow. She wanted to be controlled by him, used to his satisfaction.

He watched her ass sway invitingly as he directed her to deposit her clothes in a corner of the room. She felt his hand on the back of her head. "Keep your nose there. Hands behind your back."

She heard him settle into an armchair. She began to feel the strain of keeping her nose in the corner as silence filled the room. Her back arched as she began to lower her head, raising her ass seductively into the air. He crossed one leg over the other and perched his chin on a closed fist, allowing a slight smile as he admired her body. Finally, he spoke.

"Turn around." She dutifully obeyed, keeping her hands firmly clasped behind her back. She now knelt before him, naked with her knees apart, breasts thrust out.

He leaned forward. "Jiggle them."

Knowing what he wanted, she placed her hands on her head and began shaking her body, swiveling side to side and bouncing up and down. He was treated to the sight of her round, full boobs swaying and jiggling at his behest. Smiling, he motioned for her to stop, and her breasts settled.

Slowly, he moved from his seat and knelt before her. Her eyes were downcast, as he had taught her before. He lifted her chin with a finger and held her gaze as his other hand circled her throat. Leaning close, he breathed into her ear,

"Stand."

No sooner had she processed the command than she felt him rise, pulling her upward by her throat, forcing her to comply. She found herself pinned to the wall, arms at her sides. His hand cupped the back of her neck as he pressed himself against her, feeling her warmth against him. Through his pants, her hand lightly grazed him, and he emitted a low rumble. Emboldened, she gently stroked him there, and felt the touch of his fingers between her legs in return. Shuddering, she continued to stroke his cock and felt his fingers enter her in return. She let out a small moan as he gently pumped in and out of her with what felt like two, maybe three fingers. Just when her knees began to give out, he suddenly removed his hand and pulled her in for a forceful, possessive kiss. Her hips thrust toward him of their own accord, desperate for any part of him to be back inside her, claiming her.

He broke the kiss, but kept his face close to hers, breathing her in, his forehead pressed against hers. He kissed her neck gently, repeatedly, slowly working his way down to her breasts. She shuddered as his hands cupped her ass and his lips found one of her sensitive nipples. She couldn't help it, she moaned, and one of his hands covered her mouth in response.

After a final lick, he gave one of her boobs a light slap and guided her back to the couch with a hand firmly grasping her hair. Softly, but firmly, he pressed her face into a pillow as she was bent over, her knees on the ground.

He began spanking her lightly, just as a precursor to the real thing. She steadied herself. He always spanked her, regardless of if she had done anything to deserve it. He simply loved doing it. She had to admit to herself, she loved that he took what he wanted.

His spanks grew harder, jolting her forward into the couch. On some he would leave his hand there for a moment, lovingly groping her rapidly reddening ass before drawing back for another strike.

"Look at me." His tone was cold and commanding. She struggled to turn her head just enough to see his face behind her, looking down at her. His expression was impassive as he continued to spank her, but seeing her brow furrow and her mouth open in response to her punishment revealed a sadistic twinkle in his eyes.

Finally, when her ass was a much deeper shade of red - and in his opinion, well-spanked - he gently lifted her the rest of the way onto the couch. She rested on her stomach, panting, recovering from the assault. The touch of his tongue on her sore buttocks caused her to flinch, then relax as he began licking. He covered the entire area in which she was spanked, feeling the heat radiating from her ass. With a final kiss, he moved to her feet, bending her legs toward him at the knee.

Pressing them against his face, he inhaled deeply, relishing the scent of them. The scent was what drove him crazy, sometimes. He kissed the soles of her feet as he massaged them. His thumbs kneaded into her soles, pressing down their entire length. Pleasure radiated up her legs and through her whole body, and he heard her sigh. He took the little toe of her right foot between his teeth and gently bit, sucked, licked. He worked each of her toes in this manner, massaging and kissing all the while. He disrobed with her toes in his mouth, never leaving her feet.

She was in heaven. The comedown from the spanking, mingled with the relaxation of the massage and foot worship, was having a wonderful effect on her body. This effect was brought to its apex as she suddenly felt him inside her, his thighs on hers, his hand curling around her mouth. She let out a muffled groan as he started to pump inside her, slowly, letting her feel the full length of his cock.

He let his full weight rest upon her as he fucked her in earnest. Wet as she was, his cock slid in and out with no resistance. He groaned in pleasure, feeling her give in to him. He forced his fingers into her mouth, sliding them over her tongue, relishing the act of claiming both holes at once. She felt drool slide over her lips as he fucked her, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered except the ecstasy of being used by him. She didn't care that her eyes were crossing, that she must look like a depraved slut. She just needed him.

He slowed, making his last thrusts slow and deep. She gasped as he pushed inside her deeper than before, then pulled out. Keeping a firm hand on the back of her neck, he stood and pulled her along with him. He looked into her dazed face. Her eyes belied her state of total subspace. He smiled, and pulled her open mouth onto his cock.

He needed to cum. He fucked her mouth with a new urgency, one that she felt acutely as he roughly used her.

He pulled out abruptly and let her gasp and cough, saliva dripping from her lips in strands. Just before she could catch her breath, he cupped the back of her head and pushed himself back into her mouth, down her throat as far as she could take it. Shuddering, he came down her throat, pulling back only when he felt her convulse. She coughed as he finished on her face, throwing his head up with a satisfied, primal grunt.

She had just finished coughing when she felt a wet, soapy towel on her face, cleaning her. She leaned into it, into him, and he pulled her into his arms as they collapsed on the floor. He gave her a last, gentle kiss, and whispered,

"Good girl."