It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. We're just sitting around, half-watching tv, and you've been throwing hints at me all day. Acting coy for a change, I've resisted, simply blushing at you and giggling as your innuendos bounce off my chest. You know I'm taking a pathetic stab at revenge, you having resisted me completely the night before, just to piss me off. You didn't even let me suck your cock!
Unlike you, though, you and I both know that I'll eventually give it up...that is...if your patience holds. Otherwise you'll just take it. You don't need my permission, because I'm yours.
Your slave.
Your slut.
Your whore.
Your bitch.
You wag your cock at me through your shorts. I can see it's already growing quite hard. I smirk at you, then stand up, walking away as I bounce my ass in your direction. You're hardly perturbed...yet.
I lay on the bed, reading a book. You walk in out of the shower, only a towel covering your body. I smile at you, glancing in your eyes...then at your cock...eyes...cock. I turn away, resuming my novel. A CD plays as you begin dressing behind me. I hear you zip up your jeans, and turn to face you just as you pull on a t-shirt. You pick up a belt, and I giggle at you, pulling down my pink tank top, showing you the silky purple bra with black lace underneath, so tight it barely conceals my nipples. You crack your belt with a smile.
I turn on my stomach, feigning to resume my reading, pushing my ass up in the air. Under my tiny shorts, you can almost glimpse my black lace thong. I groan as though I'm simply trying to get comfortable, bouncing my ass a bit as I wiggle up to a pillow. I glance over my shoulder to confirm that you've been watching my little show with a smirk on your face. Just as I thought. You climb on to the bed, your belt still in your hand, and slide your hands up my thighs. I shudder at the feel of cold metal against my leg. I'm dying to kiss you, to touch you, but I'm cautious to take any control in the belt's presence.
You grab me by my shorts, pulling my body into yours, and pulling the fabric far enough down to reveal two straps of black lace connecting before they travel the length of my ass cheeks. You pull up on the thong, more gently than I had expected, rubbing it against my clit and asshole. Leaning into your chest, I moan against your throat, then kiss you there, grazing my teeth along your collarbone. You run your hand from my hip, up my side and shoulder, and slide your fingers over my neck while I continue to suck on yours and rub my ass into your jeans. Your hand slowly tightens around my throat, pressing my chin up so that I gaze directly in your eyes.
My instinct is to push you onto your back, straddle you, and make out with you furiously, but just then I feel leather run up my back. I groan into your ear, wrapping my arms around your neck, pulling your lips to mine. Your hand tightens around my neck as you slide your tongue into my mouth. I suck on your bottom lip, moaning as you pull on my thong again. "Marc...mmm."
Suddenly, you push me off of you and onto my hands and knees, spreading my thighs to your liking. You rub my ass through my shorts, and deciding that you have no desire to reposition me after a stripping, simply rip the fabric off my body. "Master! That's like the third pair--"
CRACK!
"Uhhh...oh, fuck." From the very first hit I could tell you meant business. For a second I wondered how long it had been since you'd last used leather on me, but another sharp slap left me with few thoughts other than how else you would destroy my body tonight. I shake my ass at you, my milky skin already growing a deep red, and groan, "Master...I want more." You laugh at me, running a finger up the crack of my ass, pulling my thong against my clit, before giving me a slap with your hand. I moan even louder at the sound and feel of true skin-to-skin contact.
You strike out on the same cheek with the belt, and this time I scream. By now my hips are involuntarily bucking into the leather...and into your hands, which are roaming all over my thighs, tits, and ass. "Marc...my Master...."
