"Say it." He hisses in my ear, yanking on the leash attached to the collar around my neck. I fight back a little, trying to pull away, trying to resist the sweet smell of his body.
"No."
He yanks me again, harder this time. The thick leather cuts in my neck. It's all I'm wearing. The cool air is making my pierced and clamped nipples sting. "Say. It."
I whimper as he holds me tightly, the leather hurting me. The pain is exquisite. "Please-"
"Get down on your knees." He whispers.
I obey, my limbs shaking from excitement and fear. He is terrifying when he's like this. I have never felt so threatened yet so alive, so aroused than I do now, with him standing over him, demanding my complete submission.
"Say it." He commands once again, but this time, there is no malice in his voice. He knows I'll obey this time.
"Please, master." I say, a little too quietly for his liking.
"Louder."
"Please, master." I repeat, my voice echoing in the bare basement of his house.
He pulls me closer, my knees hurting on the concrete, then he unzips himself. "Make me hard." Again, I obey, reaching for him and easing him out of his underwear. He's already half erect from our battle of wills. He likes to watch me fight a little before giving in to him. Outside of this room, he was gentle and loving. In here, with my collar on, I was nothing to him. I was a body he could use and abuse, and we both loved it.
I wrap my lips around his cock and suck gently, already tasting his pre-cum on my tongue. "More." He moaned quietly, still quite in control of himself. My mouth travels down his increasing length, sucking gently on the way back to the tip. Even when he's completely, almost painfully, hard, I carry on with my slow strokes, counting out each second, sucking softly and then repeating the motion.
His hand is in my hair and before I can react, he pushes me down on his cock, making me gag as it hits the back of my throat. "Take it." He mutters through his teeth, watching as my body attempts to reject the intrusion, my eyes watering as I feel the bile rise in my stomach. I clench my hands, forcing myself to relax, concentrating on angling my neck properly. He eases off a bit and I suck in a lungful of air before he presses himself back in. My gag reflex is easier to control now that I'm expecting it, although I'm still salivating uncontrollably, choking on it and his cock.
I begin to get light headed. I need air; my chest is heaving. I'm pulling back but he's holding my head in place. I fight against the urge to bring my hands up to his thighs to push him away. I know it won't do me any good. He's stronger than me. It would just make him angry.
My vision is going dark before he lets me take another breath. I suck the air in desperately, falling forward onto my hands. This is, of course, exactly what he wants.
As if my saliva isn't enough, he forces me to turn around and slams himself in one stoke into my dripping pussy, groaning as he is engulfed in the wet heat of my body. I squeeze down on him, holding in me, afraid to let him move from this position. I know what is coming next, and it both excites me and frightens me. I know I can handle it, but in the moment, I forget that fact and fear the splitting, stinging pain I know is about to come.
"Please," I whimper. "Don't..."
I can't finish. I'm afraid to even mention it, in case it gives him ideas he didn't have before. It's futile. I know he has this completely planned out. I know he knows what he wants, and I know that he will take it regardless of how I feel about it.
"Don't what, baby." He whispers as he leans over me, still buried inside of me. The sudden sweetness in his voice is disarming. My shoulders shake, my breath catches in my throat and I can't contain the sobs that begin to rack my body.
