(Fiction, not a request!, enjoy!)
As she walked to leave his hand pulled her back, his firm grip stopping her. Pulling her tight towards him. She knew she wouldn’t leave anyway. She needed him, needed to feel the desire he had for her. Needed to feel that grip around her neck knowing that burning look in his eyes was pure passion. In that moment he owned her and she knew as she looked in to his eyes that she would do all he wanted.
She felt herself pushed back against the mirror, his hand moved to the back of her head, twisting in to her hair. Her neck fully exposed as he pulled slightly lower, his breath making her skin tingle, his tongue making small strokes across, his lips placing kisses from one side to the other. She was getting lost in the feeling as a light tap on her face brought her back, her eyes opened and met his as he kissed her softly, a slight moan escaped her lips as the kiss deepened. His tongue tangling with hers, their mouths greedy for each other, his teeth lightly grazing her lip as he pulled back smiling at her.
He released her hair and he removed her top, he pushed back against her with one hand moving to her throat, gently holding her. She knew she couldn’t move, the cold glass of the mirror against her back and the warmth of his chest holding her. The hair on his chest slightly tickling her breasts as he moved in. There’s no where else she wanted to be, she needed to feel him there, to know she was safe with him. His other hand stroked her left breast, his fingertips brushing against her nipples, he released her neck, he didn’t need to tell her to stay still, it was an automatic response. His lips closed around her right nipple, sucking it in, his tongue swirling, she felt it right down to her core.
His warm breath replaced by cool air as he blew against it, watching her nipple harden in response. His fingers squeezing the other one as it hardened instantly to match. His hands closing around each breast, gripping them, massaging them as he kissed her again. A long slow kiss leaving her breathless. Her legs parted in response to it, she needed to be naked, he read her pleading eyes and undid her jeans letting her remove them. She closed her eyes as his hand reached between legs feeling the dampness of her underwear although he knew how wet she would be, how turned on she was by his touch, his teasing. The denim of his jeans brushing her thighs, the coolness of his belt buckle against her.
That belt …
He raised an eyebrow at her as she looked down at his hand stroking her through the lacy knickers she knew to take them off for him, as he whispered good girl in her ear she knew her role was simply to please him. She craved those words.
His hand reached for hers and he placed them on his jeans, she bit her lip as she undid the belt buckle, she started to undo the button and unzip them, as she did he placed his hands either side of her head, staring straight in to her eyes, she watched them close momentarily as her hand slid his cock out of his boxers. As she went to move his jeans down he stopped her, she knew that when those jeans came off so would the belt. As she stood there stroking his length, feeling how hard he was becoming, knowing just how good that cock could make her feel she knew that belt could do just the same.
That belt…
The feeling of hardness in her hand pleased her. She enjoyed pleasing him, turning him on, hearing his breath short in between kisses. The occasional moan from him as her strokes got firmer. She could feel a wetness as she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, slick precum making her mouth water. His hands moved to her shoulders and made his need clear, he wanted her on her knees and she was only to happy to kneel for him.
As she felt the cold floor on her knees she looked up at him, smiling as she licked the tip of his cock. Tasting him, his precum coating her tongue. She gave a light moan of satisfaction. The feeling of his cock in her mouth turned her on so much. Lust beginning to take hold of her body as she closed her mouth around him. Just teasing the first couple of inches in and out. His hand resting in her hair, just toying with him, her hands placed on his thighs.
She took him in deeper, taking her time with each movement, rhythmically taking him. Enjoying his little moans, the slight gasp as she takes him all the way in her mouth. His hand moves, twisting in her hair, there it is. Her control gone. She knows what’s next. She glances slightly to the side.
That belt …
His hand moves her head in to him, his cock sliding roughly in her mouth down to her throat. Fucking her throat, she begins to struggle against him for him to stop, the feeling is too much for her , her pussy soaked with arousal, nothing turns her on more than pleasing her man. He knows how much she can take, he knows she loves it but he lets her have a moment. As he pulls her head back, his cock slides all the way out of her mouth, they never break eye contact. As she gets her breath back he pushes his jeans off and ask her to pass them to him. She knows it’s coming as he take them in his hand and removes the belt. He tosses the jeans to one side and in one movement loops the belts over the back of her head. Her mouth opens to take his cock back deep in her throat as he pulls the belt towards him, using it to help him hold her in place, where she belongs, pleasing him. That familiar feeling builds quickly for him, as he whispers ‘such a good little slut’ she moans, that feeling against his throbbing cock in her mouth sends a lightening bolt in to him, he thrusts once more and he starts to explode in to her mouth, she has no choice to swallow every drop and she loves it. The belt loosens around her head and she carefully sucks and licks his cock clean, looking up at him for approval, ‘good girl’ he whispers, ‘such a good girl’. He offers her his hand and she stands up and he leads her to the bed, his belt wrapped round his other hand.
That belt…
She’s positioned on all fours on the bed, her legs crossed at the ankles, she can feel him behind her, she’s powerless, a feeling she loves, her body , mind and soul completely his. She feels his hand stroke along her skin, running down her spine before caressing her bare cheeks. His hand disappears, quickly replaced by the sharp thud of his belt, her body stills, her eyes close, he aims it perfectly on her rounded arse, he continues till the skin starts to redden. Her breathing is fast, taking the pain for his pleasure, getting her pleasure from his. His hand skimming against her now burning skin, the feeling getting a hold of her, his to use, his to mark. As his hands trace the marks his fingers slip to stroke her lips, her wetness giving away her lust for him. Her moans with every touch and tease, His slut soaking wet for her sir, he asks what she needs, ‘your cock’ is all she can mutter, the belts hits again, ‘try again slut’ is growled in her ear. ‘Your cock Sir’ she says but the belt hits again, harder now, again and again before she begs ‘your cock sir please’.
His thick cock is throbbing from her moans, her pure submission driving him wild, her need to please him, to do anything for him fires in to him, it’s not lost on him how vulnerable this makes her as he kisses her scarlet skin before nudging her ankles apart positioning himself behind her. He slides his cock in to her, one hard deep thrust coating him in her juices, she’s so wet for him, her tight pussy stretching around his shaft, taking every inch deep. Her head drops down to the bed as she moans how good it feels. His hands grip around her neck pulling her up, fucking her deep with his hand around her throat, growling in to her ear ‘you’re mine little slut, all fucking mine’.
She gasps as her orgasm rips through her, those words all she needs, knowing she is his driving her desire, her body alight with pleasure as her pussy grips his cock, his hand still gripping her throat as his own orgasm takes over, filling her with cum, his moaning pleasing her. The weight of his body on her back as he stills, both breathless, their desires met, his dominant streak gratified, her trust in him secure.
As she walked to leave his hand pulled her back, his firm grip stopping her. Pulling her tight towards him. She knew she wouldn’t leave anyway. She needed him, needed to feel the desire he had for her. Needed to feel that grip around her neck knowing that burning look in his eyes was pure passion. In that moment he owned her and she knew as she looked in to his eyes that she would do all he wanted.
She felt herself pushed back against the mirror, his hand moved to the back of her head, twisting in to her hair. Her neck fully exposed as he pulled slightly lower, his breath making her skin tingle, his tongue making small strokes across, his lips placing kisses from one side to the other. She was getting lost in the feeling as a light tap on her face brought her back, her eyes opened and met his as he kissed her softly, a slight moan escaped her lips as the kiss deepened. His tongue tangling with hers, their mouths greedy for each other, his teeth lightly grazing her lip as he pulled back smiling at her.
He released her hair and he removed her top, he pushed back against her with one hand moving to her throat, gently holding her. She knew she couldn’t move, the cold glass of the mirror against her back and the warmth of his chest holding her. The hair on his chest slightly tickling her breasts as he moved in. There’s no where else she wanted to be, she needed to feel him there, to know she was safe with him. His other hand stroked her left breast, his fingertips brushing against her nipples, he released her neck, he didn’t need to tell her to stay still, it was an automatic response. His lips closed around her right nipple, sucking it in, his tongue swirling, she felt it right down to her core.
His warm breath replaced by cool air as he blew against it, watching her nipple harden in response. His fingers squeezing the other one as it hardened instantly to match. His hands closing around each breast, gripping them, massaging them as he kissed her again. A long slow kiss leaving her breathless. Her legs parted in response to it, she needed to be naked, he read her pleading eyes and undid her jeans letting her remove them. She closed her eyes as his hand reached between legs feeling the dampness of her underwear although he knew how wet she would be, how turned on she was by his touch, his teasing. The denim of his jeans brushing her thighs, the coolness of his belt buckle against her.
That belt …
He raised an eyebrow at her as she looked down at his hand stroking her through the lacy knickers she knew to take them off for him, as he whispered good girl in her ear she knew her role was simply to please him. She craved those words.
His hand reached for hers and he placed them on his jeans, she bit her lip as she undid the belt buckle, she started to undo the button and unzip them, as she did he placed his hands either side of her head, staring straight in to her eyes, she watched them close momentarily as her hand slid his cock out of his boxers. As she went to move his jeans down he stopped her, she knew that when those jeans came off so would the belt. As she stood there stroking his length, feeling how hard he was becoming, knowing just how good that cock could make her feel she knew that belt could do just the same.
That belt…
The feeling of hardness in her hand pleased her. She enjoyed pleasing him, turning him on, hearing his breath short in between kisses. The occasional moan from him as her strokes got firmer. She could feel a wetness as she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, slick precum making her mouth water. His hands moved to her shoulders and made his need clear, he wanted her on her knees and she was only to happy to kneel for him.
As she felt the cold floor on her knees she looked up at him, smiling as she licked the tip of his cock. Tasting him, his precum coating her tongue. She gave a light moan of satisfaction. The feeling of his cock in her mouth turned her on so much. Lust beginning to take hold of her body as she closed her mouth around him. Just teasing the first couple of inches in and out. His hand resting in her hair, just toying with him, her hands placed on his thighs.
She took him in deeper, taking her time with each movement, rhythmically taking him. Enjoying his little moans, the slight gasp as she takes him all the way in her mouth. His hand moves, twisting in her hair, there it is. Her control gone. She knows what’s next. She glances slightly to the side.
That belt …
His hand moves her head in to him, his cock sliding roughly in her mouth down to her throat. Fucking her throat, she begins to struggle against him for him to stop, the feeling is too much for her , her pussy soaked with arousal, nothing turns her on more than pleasing her man. He knows how much she can take, he knows she loves it but he lets her have a moment. As he pulls her head back, his cock slides all the way out of her mouth, they never break eye contact. As she gets her breath back he pushes his jeans off and ask her to pass them to him. She knows it’s coming as he take them in his hand and removes the belt. He tosses the jeans to one side and in one movement loops the belts over the back of her head. Her mouth opens to take his cock back deep in her throat as he pulls the belt towards him, using it to help him hold her in place, where she belongs, pleasing him. That familiar feeling builds quickly for him, as he whispers ‘such a good little slut’ she moans, that feeling against his throbbing cock in her mouth sends a lightening bolt in to him, he thrusts once more and he starts to explode in to her mouth, she has no choice to swallow every drop and she loves it. The belt loosens around her head and she carefully sucks and licks his cock clean, looking up at him for approval, ‘good girl’ he whispers, ‘such a good girl’. He offers her his hand and she stands up and he leads her to the bed, his belt wrapped round his other hand.
That belt…
She’s positioned on all fours on the bed, her legs crossed at the ankles, she can feel him behind her, she’s powerless, a feeling she loves, her body , mind and soul completely his. She feels his hand stroke along her skin, running down her spine before caressing her bare cheeks. His hand disappears, quickly replaced by the sharp thud of his belt, her body stills, her eyes close, he aims it perfectly on her rounded arse, he continues till the skin starts to redden. Her breathing is fast, taking the pain for his pleasure, getting her pleasure from his. His hand skimming against her now burning skin, the feeling getting a hold of her, his to use, his to mark. As his hands trace the marks his fingers slip to stroke her lips, her wetness giving away her lust for him. Her moans with every touch and tease, His slut soaking wet for her sir, he asks what she needs, ‘your cock’ is all she can mutter, the belts hits again, ‘try again slut’ is growled in her ear. ‘Your cock Sir’ she says but the belt hits again, harder now, again and again before she begs ‘your cock sir please’.
His thick cock is throbbing from her moans, her pure submission driving him wild, her need to please him, to do anything for him fires in to him, it’s not lost on him how vulnerable this makes her as he kisses her scarlet skin before nudging her ankles apart positioning himself behind her. He slides his cock in to her, one hard deep thrust coating him in her juices, she’s so wet for him, her tight pussy stretching around his shaft, taking every inch deep. Her head drops down to the bed as she moans how good it feels. His hands grip around her neck pulling her up, fucking her deep with his hand around her throat, growling in to her ear ‘you’re mine little slut, all fucking mine’.
She gasps as her orgasm rips through her, those words all she needs, knowing she is his driving her desire, her body alight with pleasure as her pussy grips his cock, his hand still gripping her throat as his own orgasm takes over, filling her with cum, his moaning pleasing her. The weight of his body on her back as he stills, both breathless, their desires met, his dominant streak gratified, her trust in him secure.
