Yes Sir

"You know" he pondered absentmindedly, a hand curled in her hair, pinning her to the bed as his other hand worked methodically and mechanically in and out of her. "There are two reasons I keep you around. One is this..." She hissed through her teeth as he plunged his fingers deeper inside of her. "I'd have to say the other is this.." he quickly withdrew his fingers and pressed them into her mouth and down her throat forcing her to taste herself. Removing his other hand from her hair as he did so, using it to plug her nose. Her entire body convulsed on the bed under him as he forced her to taste herself. Her eyes watering and back arching as he stared down at her with mild disinterest. "Though I'd have to say it's closely tied with this" he murmured leaving a sharp red hand print across her right breast with the hand that had just been in her mouth. She hardly reacted to the blow, her mind reeling as she tried to keep up with him.

He had a way of speaking slowly, precisely, methodically while working quickly over her that left her feeling suspended. Her body trying to keep up with his quick, painful, often taunting movements while her mind tried to slow and process his words. It left her disoriented and drunk on the essence of him, all Him. It's where he liked to keep her, filling her every sense making every fiber of her being curl towards him, seeking more of him while he continuously denied her. He knew the way her mind and body worked against each other and was able to utilize their inconsistencies to manipulate her closer. She murmured incoherently under him as she curled into his thigh, her entire body trembling. All of her nerves such live wires that when he placed his hand gently against her side, interlacing his fingers with her ribs, she yelped, flinching as if he struck her.

He took in her form as she trembled under him, his hand curled possessively around her side. He truly reveled in her though his words and actions often made it appear otherwise. He took in the details of her face slowly. Her glassy and watering eyes, flushed cheeks, her own juices smeared across her face, breasts and thighs. Her devotion and longing plainly painted across her body and his heart twitched as he took her in. "Fuck you're a pathetic, despicable little creature" he laughed as he rolled her away from touching him" You disgust me as much as you intrigue me" he sighed as he rubbed a thumb along her jawline.

She lay sprawled on her back tears welling in her large green eyes. Chest heaving desperately as she struggled to regain her breath and a shred of composure. She grasped his sheets, inhaling deeply, trying desperately to regulate her heartbeat and keep her hands from shaking. He bent over the bed and ran a roughly padded thumb across her nipple. Her body jerked as she whined, curling towards him once more. This time he caught her and slapped her hard across the face laughing. "As I said. Pathetic. fuck you."

"Stay" he laughed again as he moved away from her. Leaving her body arching and aching for his touch. She lay in the center of their bed writhing, trying desperately not to touch herself without permission or whimper pitifully for him to come back to her. She focused instead on lying as still as possible and listening to the sounds of him moving throughout their house. The squeak of certain floorboards as he moved through the spaces they occupied together. She caught a desperate little mewl and was horrified to realize it came from her own throat. She heard him laugh from deep within the house and flushed at the realization this was but a game to him.

She was continuously amazed at the composure he maintained around her and thought that must be the difference between submissives and their dominants. She couldn't help but cave to the overwhelming ache of desire and was willing to debase herself entirely in the pursuit of it. While he seemed capable of the same desire and lust, she often caught the small moments when it creeped through Him. These were truly the moments she lived for, but dominants were able to delay their lust in search of the mental fetter of their submissives. Bonding them further to them.

He returned to their room to find her I the same position he left her. So desperate and pitiful that the soles of her feet nearly touched the top of her head as she yearned for him. Twisting herself further in her desperate attempt to ease the ache of needing him.

He was dressed to go out. Nice shirt buttoned smartly to his throat, tucked neatly into pants that she couldn't help but notice emphasized the swell of his cock. She mewled and leaned towards him, reaching her fingers up to graze the bottom of his tie, her favorite color, fastened tightly to his throat.

"No." He ordered. Catching her hand before it had the chance to tenderly graze him. "I was going to leave you here tonight without granting you anything. Well I still am. You certainly won't have an enjoyable orgasm before I leave..." Her stomach tightened at the thought of an unenjoyable orgasm.

"But I find myself wanting some release before I go out for the night..." His words hung suspended in the air above them. She already a mess incapable of any delusion of elegance and him toeing the edge of losing control with her. It was the dangerous dance they always played that allowed him to fall deeper infatuated with her, the ability to keep him aching and struggling for composure.

He leaned across their bed to grip her hair, dragging her to the edge. She cried out and whimpered. Trying to push towards his hands and twist to his movements to lessen the pain in her scalp where he yanked her. "You have three fucking seconds to get some semblance of composure before I entirely lose it you.. Stupid.. Fucking.. Cunt.." Each of his words emphasized by a tug of her hair to the edge of the bed.

The fire in his eyes and the harshness of his words resonated deep within her chest and she immediately stilled. Something deep within her psyche clicking with his and his eyes held her meaningfully before dragging her backwards to the edge of the bed by her hair. "Good fucking little girl... " he hissed as he positioned her sprawled backwards over the edge of the bed.

"I'm going to fuck the living shit out of your throat. You are going to lie there and give yourself nothing. You are going to forget your name. Forget you are a human being and be the living fucking flesh light I know I have trained you to be. If you disobey, disappoint or otherwise disinterest me.. I'm going to beat you beyond anything you thought you could handle and leave for the night. Understood you stupid little whore?"

She shivered. Her entire body alive for him as she studied the lust in his ocean eyes. "Yes Sir" she responded as she leaned back and opened her mouth, arching her back and feet. He had the ability to click something deep within her. He left her with a desperate aching she could hardly fathom and she desired him so fiercely she scared herself. Her every movement from this moment on was a calculated movement to please him, this was where he desired to suspend her. Porcelain and lace strung out on the point of tearing in a desperate attempt to satiate him.

He took in her form for a moment longer. Toes pointed, long legs stretched, back arched, pale breasts pressed to the sky as she strained her neck and face backwards for him.

"Fuck..." He sighed. One of the small crack in his composure that made her Lust for him. He stood over her naked and sprawling form placing his fingers along the back of her neck, tangling in her hairline. This left his thumb free to explore the ragged bumps of her trachea. Bouncing his thumb lightly, methodically along each one as he undid the button of his pants.

He was focused on her, her arch and obedient pliancy under his caressing thumb but she was focused on the mindless unbuttoning of his pants. The slow undoing of his fly as he slowly, painfully revealed his erection to her.

She was salivating furiously. Trying to remain obedient and complicit. Struggling against the urge to free his manhood and suck it down her throat, awaiting his command to what he needed in this moment.

"I love you" she sighed arching farther towards him, pressing her toes into the bed and arching her back in a desperate attempt to be closer to him. "I love you to slut" he gasped as he forced himself down her throat in one fluid movement.

She gagged once as she adjusted to the feeling of him before relaxing and reveling in the taste of him. Moaning once desperately at the taste of him buried in her throat. "Good little girl.,." He sighed as his thumb caressed the jagged edges of her strained trachea Feeling the swell of himself in her tiny cavity. "I love you little girl " he cooed as he pistoned himself in her throat.

He untangled his fist from her hair and leaned across her to grab her breasts. Using them to pull her harder into him. Fucking her throat deeper as she moaned and twisted beneath him. His fingers worked efficiently over her nipples as he did so, groaning as her moans vibrated and tightened her throat around him.

He quickly removed herself from her face and rocked back on his heels. The abrupt exit from her throat left her looking starry eyed and stunned. Her mouth hanging open in surprise as a thick thread of spit stretched from her lips to the head of his penis before smearing down her face.

He used his entire palm to rub it in further. Coating her lashes and cheeks with it. Smearing saliva and mascara across her flushed face. "I'm going to fuck your throat until I cum and then I am going to leave for the night. You have until I cum to orgasm with me in your throat. If you succeed you'll be rewarded when I get home, if not you're going to ache like this... ". He dragged his calloused thumb across her clitoris as he spoke causing her entire body to jerk. "For the rest of the evening and well into tomorrow. Understood?" She nodded dumbly before opening her mouth again for him.

"Good little doll." he grunted as he repositioned himself down her throat and began to brutally and forcefully fuck it. He gripped her left breast and the right side Of her rib cage hard now. Digging his fingers so deeply into her she could already feel the bruises blossoming across her pale skin.

"I am very impatient and very much in need of release so you have about two fucking minutes to not disappoint me" he growled at her as he brutalized her throat.

She could already feel her orgasm building. When he forced her to cum like this with no contact it left her aching even more than when he began with her. Her pleasure exploded from her head rather than between her legs. It was shattering and all consuming, powerfully intense and wonderful in the moment but only made her hyper aware afterwards how much better it feels when he is pressed inside her.

Her brain was swimming now. His growls and her gurgles mixing in her head as the only thing she remained aware of was the feeling of him filling her throat and the spring that was tightening dangerously in her mind on the verge of uncoiling completely.

He removed his hands from her sides to grip her hair, yanking her nearly half off the bed as he finished deep inside her throat. As soon as she felt the wetness of him coating the back of her tongue she lost control of the tightening of the spring and it unwound powerfully and destructively in her mind. Her entire body arched as the muscles down her back tightened and rippled. Her hand raising unconsciously to his hip as she dug her fingers and nails into him. "Fuck" he hissed as he continued to orgasm down her throat, watching her body twist and writhe beneath him in ecstasy.

He finally finished and stepped away from her to admire his handy work. Her face a mess of saliva and mascara, her cheeks and breasts flushed a deep red as she panted. The top of half of her body sprawled off their bed, bruises already forming where his large hands had grasped her to steady himself. Her entire body shivering and trembling as she licked the last taste of him from her lips.

He readjusted himself back into his pants and slapped her breast playfully as he leaned across her to grab his watch, checking the time as he fastened it to his wrist.

"I have an extra five minutes. Come here" he scooted himself up to their pillows and opened his arms for her. She stared at him for a moment, her mind still swimming and reeling from his abuse. "Come" he demanded again and she scrambled up their bed to his arms.

Cradling her face into the dip of his shoulder he collapsed back into their headboard, reclining with her cradled on top of him. As she tucked herself against him she realized he had never fully undressed and her tattered naked form curled into his fully composed and clothed one. "Broken little kitten" he sighed into her hair as his fingers massaged between her aching ribs. "Mm?" She mumbled. Unbuttoning the front of his shirt to slide her hand along his stomach as she struggled to regulate her breathing. "Do you have permission for that?" But the malice was gone from his voice and she fluttered her lashes at him playfully. His nails dug into the bruises on her side and she yelped burrowing harder into his side. "Disobedient thing" he laughed pulling her higher up his chest but leaving her hand to trace small circles along the bottom of his sternum. "Mm good girl" he sighed as he kissed her temple. "You're safe from punishment... Until I get home at least."