The Ice Queen

Reaching a hand down as her body strained under his, he pinched her clit hard as he thrust deep, still riding her wildly. Feeling her body clench violently under him once more, he roared as he came, releasing deep inside her body. Shaking, his whole body focused on the pleasure pouring out of his cock, he collapsed over the top of her, his hips flexing slowly drawing it out in slow gentle strokes.

It was several minutes before he could move, sliding gently to the side and tugging up the covers as he pulled her into his arms. Curling her body against his, he chuckled softly as she protested in drowsy whispers, already sliding into sleep. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to her head and laid back, sleep coming quickly for him too.

He surfaced slowly, sleep clinging to him. Quietly he turned his head, a slow easy smile crossing his face as he found her still asleep, laying on her tummy, her face turned away. Tracing a hand gently over her back he stifled a chuckle as she moaned softly and nuzzled her face against the mattress.

Rolling over, he pressed against her body, pushing her into the mattress. Sliding his hands up to hers, he wrapped them around the spindles of the headboard. Slowly, reluctantly, she surfaced, she turned her head to the side and her eyes opened. Laying still beneath him, she waited, feeling the swelling of his cock against the curve of her ass. He slid one hand over her ass and trailed it over her pussy, still swollen from the night before. Pressing against her, he played with her, slowly and gently teasing her awake. Leaning over her back, he nuzzled his face in her hair, smiling as she groaned sleepily. Her body woke much more quickly than she did, his fingers sliding over her wet slit to her clit in slow lazy circles. Shifting his body fully over hers, he nudged his cock into her pussy, sliding in short slow strokes until she accepted him fully. Laying on her, his body holding her tight, he fucked her with slow lazy intensity, waking her gently, watching the fuzziness slide out of her eyes.

"Good morning my beautiful slut." He murmured in her ear, sucking gently on the lobe. "I love the way your body responds to mine, gives to me even when you're half asleep." She moaned softly as he slid deep once more, pushing her ass towards him and rocking with his rhythm. He nudged her legs wider, his strokes so slow and full, even as the need to cum shivered over his body. "Have you decided slut? Can you face giving me control here, and still have control outside?" He inclined his head and gently bit down on her shoulder as he slid a hand under her to circle her clit.

He laid like that for several minutes, quiet only their bodies moving. He watched her eyes close and then slowly open. She nodded slowly, licking her lips. "Yes, Sir. I want to be your slut. I want to be the bitch you hate during the day and the slut you fuck into submission at night." She said clearly and slowly. She felt his cock swell even more deep inside her. Tightening his hands over hers on the spindles, he thrust deep.

"You are my slut, only mine." He grunted as he thrust deep into her once again, letting go and feeling his cock jerk and throb as he came, feeling her body respond with a slow rolling orgasm. "Mine!" He moaned, wrapping himself around her, pulling her body into his as he rolled to his side and drifted off to sleep once again.