Sexy Shorts

I hear the key as it is inserted into the lock. In my mind’s eye, I see her insert the key into the lock, the turn, the click of the deadbolt returning to the ready position, the removal of the key, and her reaching for the doorknob.

I stand in the middle of the room positioned so I am facing her as she opens the door.

The excitement in her eyes as she sees me makes the roiling heat of desire within me begin to surge. She drops her things as she kicks the door shut and comes to me with open arms and ready lips.

But.

This moment is not about what she wants, it is about what I want.

As she approaches, I step to the side and grab the hair on the back of her head. My hand presses on the small of her back as I turn her away from me and walk her to the couch.

“Are you happy to see me,” I say in a low growl?

“Yes Sir, I am happy to see you,” she replies in a quivering whisper.

“That’s my good girl.”

Reaching the couch, I position her knees on the cushions. The grip on her hair tightens as I direct her face to the back of the couch. With my other hand, I lift her skirt onto her back then begin to lower her leggings. She grips the back of the couch with her hands in anticipation of what is next. I gently release her hair so I can begin to unbuckle my belt. I see her turn her head to look back.

The loud crack of my hand on her newly exposed butt cheek breaks the silence of the room. She jerks her head to the front with a quick, “I’m sorry Sir!”

I say nothing.

I stand in silence.

Watching.

I see a little quiver from her as she hears my zipper begin to lower.

The other cheek receives the same blessing as the first to remind her she is owned.

“Are you my good girl?”

“Yes Sir, I am.”

I lower my pants and pull my hardness free. After unsheathing my belt I place it on the back of the couch next to her face. She will wonder if it would be used, how it could be used, or if it will be used causes her to quiver in excitement. The first time she asked me to spank her with my belt, surprised me. Especially when she kept moaning harder after each impact.

She jumps slightly as my pants drop to the floor. “Oh, she is ready”, I think as I stroke myself. I lean forward and make sure my hardness rests between her cheeks as I grab her hair, tilt her head back, then let it fall forward.

I step away and notice the wetness on her inner thigh. With her legs apart, I have a clear view of my target. With cock in hand, I guide it as an arrow to a bullseye. I slide it in deeply and allow her wetness to envelope and embrace my gift.

Two more handprints are left on her reddening cheeks as she begins to push against me. I feel her lips tighten at each impact, her wetness letting me know she is ready for what is coming. A moan from deep within her only fuels that need for me to take, to own, and dominate. I grab her hair again and with brute force begin to smash my body into her. Pushing all of me deep inside of her with force, love, and desire. I pull out so the very tip looks as it is receiving a kiss from her lips, I pause, then with the tug of her hair another ram.

Pull

Smash

Moan

Another handprint appears on her bottom.

Pull

A handprint on the other cheek.

“I am wanting to cum Sir,” I barely hear from the roar of passion that is erupting in my head.

“You will not cum! You are pleasing me right now,” I groan with unceasing passion.

More redness to her cheeks in the shape of my hand.

Tightening

Wetness

Thrusting

I reach up in my shirt pocket and pull out her bullet vibe. I am still impaling her sex with my rod, owning her, and taking what she has freely given to me.

Another impact from my hand on her cheeks.

“Love.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Give me your hand.”

She reaches back her trembling hand as I turn on the vibe. The sound of the vibrations causes her to tighten around me again. I hand it to her and feel myself swell inside of her.

“You may show me how much you appreciate me by cumming my princess.”

Eagerly she places the bullet on her clit as I am still filling her, stretching her, and owning her. The force of our lust had moved the sofa against the wall. Side to side, up and down she works the bullet.

I hear her squeal, followed by an, ”Oh Oh”, a deep, breath, silence, another breath, then I hear her say, “Sir I am cumming.”

I explode all of myself into her, still pumping, and still pulling.

I pull out, step back, and watch my juice drip from her pink lips.

She let out a satisfying, “ah”, shuts off the vibe, then collapses on the couch.

“I did not tell you to turn the bullet off did I,” I say looking down at her.

“No, Sir,” she gasps as she starts it back up and puts it on her clit.

“I will stand here and watch, but do not make me wait long.”

With her legs opened wide, eyes closed and vibe circling and entering her wet sex box, I hear her husky, yet breathy voice say, “Sir, may I cum?”

“Yes, you may my princess.”

She closed her knees around her hand, cinching the vibe tightly against her clit, rolled to her side, and commenced to float away in orgasmic bliss.

When she finished and focused on me, I could see the glassy look of pleasure in her eyes.

“Go get dressed, we are going out tonight.”

“I will need to take a shower first.”

“No, no shower. I have your clothes ready on the bed. That is what you will wear. You will remember my gift to you throughout the night. Each time you feel the wetness when you walk, sit, and when you move, you will think of us.”

I lean down and kiss her as I offer her my hand.

“How beautiful you are my lovely.”

“Thank you, Sir, I will dress right now.”

“Love?”

“Yes, Sir,” she says as she stops in the doorway and looks over her shoulder, “Is everything okay?”

“Do you know why I greeted you like this,” I ask with a smirk on my face, “Do you understand why I reminded you that I own you?”

“I do Sir,” she responded with her own smirk, “Because I had to remind you last night that I owned you, you are mine, and I didn’t let you cum. Now, I am going to go get dressed, as your good girl should then we can leave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”