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The night had crept up on me. Thunder grumbled in the distance, followed by subtle flashes of light from the window that disrupting shadows cast by the candlelight. I was waiting patiently for him to get home, but so much time had passed… I was becoming extremely impatient. More time passed, and once the clock struck 10 and I was fed up with waiting, ready to head up stairs like I should’ve done hours ago. I should’ve known better than to set anything special up knowing you go to work late into the night.
Although he promised he’d try, depending on a maybe was never the best idea. Just as my hand grazed the railing, I heard the pin lock on the door unlock and there he was with his umbrella dripping. Although he was dry, the ruthless rain seemed to soak his attitude and aura. He didn’t look at me and fumbled his blazer on the coat hanger. It rattled to the rhythm of his aggression. He sat down on stool near the island and slumped in the seat.
“How was work?” I asked almost timidly. I placed my hands on his shoulders to massage them gently. He sat up and sighed in relief. It was almost as if he just realized he was home.
“Stressful.” I spun him around so he could look at me. “I’m sorry, babe, I couldn’t get off work early for you…”
I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it… Mm… If you want, I can help you feel better,” I say with a grin dancing across my face.
You finally take in my dress. Perfectly imperfect brown stripes and curves... Blemishes in the skin hi-lighted by the lace and thin sheer threads that danced around his favorite parts of my body.
Disregarding what I know he thought to say, he picked me up by my thighs. “Look at you… my caring little slut,” he whispered in my ear as he carried me up stairs. He placed me on the bed lightly. I giggled. This was our world; master and mistress. He places me on the bed; the lustful look in his eyes was not a stranger in our bed, fulfilling our sinful desires.
He climbed on top of me, his soft lips and gentle touch sending my heart into overdrive as he pressed me back against the pillows. Soft sighs and playful nips at his skin turn into harsh moans as his tongue explores my mouth and he starts nibbling and sucking my neck.
He pulled away only for what I pray is only a moment. “Let’s play the game a little different tonight, love,” he sighed.
Curious but excited… “How?”
“Let’s play rough.”
My eyes lit up at the notion. Before I could speak again, his fingers are in me, flicking my g-spots rough with two fingers and stroking and fondling my clit with his other hand. He’s fucking my mind up so much, it slips my mind what I’m screaming. I loose it when he put in three and took his hand off my clit to mess with my sensitive nipples.
“You like being my cumslut?”
I couldn’t even hear over my pleasure. “Mmm~ no…” He suddenly stopped.
“What was that?”
“No… don’t stop, no…” I whined while he slid his fingers out of me. He took the handcuffs out the nightstand drawers and flipped me face down ass up. He cuffed my wrists to the headboard.
“Say you’re sorry.” Offered an opportunity to fix my mistake, I don’t take it soon enough. I’m screaming his name as half of him fills me up.
“God… you’re so wet, it went right in, darling~“
He pressed the rest into me, and I simply couldn’t take it.
“You’re too big, daddy…” I mumble, my face pressed into the pillow. He pulled my ass up despite my legs spreading to adjust to your size, stretching me to fit him as he thrusted roughly into me over and over again. He ruthlessly hit my cervix as if he was trying to tear my walls down.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, daddy,” I repeated as he continued to rattle my walls and wreck me. My legs couldn’t withstand the force..
“I bet you want me to cum inside you, huh?”
“No, no… don’t, I’ll get- mm~”
I couldn’t speak; part of me even knew that it would be a lie to say I didn’t want him to.
“That’s what I thought.” Suddenly, it was if warm glaze was filling my pussy; the sensation reverberated throughout my body. I loved the feeling and only craved more.
“Good girl. My filthy, greedy princess,” he whispered as he slapped my ass roughly. He pulled out of me, but I would’ve collapsed if it wasn’t for his hands keeping me up. “So open,” he gasps as he feels the space he left with his fingers gently.
I can’t help but collapse when he lets go of my body to untie my hands from the headboard.
I turn over exhausted. Finally, he lays next to me, sweat soaked body.
“I love you,” I murmur, wrapping my exhausted body around his. I plant soft kisses all over his face.
“I love you too. You always make me feel better, princess.” He plays with my braids and embraces me as I fade into dreamless slumber.
