I know you want to see me tremble, but I will hiss before I cry.  The unrelenting sting of the belt drives me to turn and back into a corner, daring you to continue.

At this point it becomes more a contest between halves of my self than between you and I.  Glowering up at you, hackles raised, I reach to fold myself back in, cut myself off before I can retaliate.  But you want me to push back.

You are no longer swinging the belt, just standing, watching me.  It remains in your hand, it remains your defense.  As I seem to quiet, you step closer but I curl tighter and snarl, springloaded.  You sit.  The belt sits in your lap.  After watching each other for a minute, I stretch forward an inch, two, wanting to be closer.  You reach out a hand and I flinch sharply but don’t retreat.  Slowly we come together and I bury into your chest, your steady breathing calms my quick and shivering heart.

You ask if I am ready.  I nod, whisper “yes SIr,” though I don’t know for what.  You reach behind you for rope and, taking my wrists, quietly bind them in front of me.  Leaving a long tail, you stand and pull, an indication i should follow.  I do but remain on my knees close to the floor.

You lead me to your room, to the rug on the floor.  ”Take off my pants,” you tell me.  I rise to my knees and pull awkwardly at each side, soon forsaking bound wrists for teeth.  ”Careful!” you warn, but I make sure not to bite you.

At your command I pull off your underwear too.  I press my face against your bare thigh and you shove me over, back to the floor.  

“Hands and knees, ass in the air.”

I wriggle over and press my chest down and ass up.  ”Stay.”  I hear you turn to rummage for something, hear the clicks of your harness.

“hmmm, you’ve been pretty good today so I’m going to let you suck me off before I fuck you.”

As I move to sit up you grab my hair and deftly shove my face on your cock, wrapping your hands in my hair and holding me down as I sputter in surprise.

I catch up and join your rhythm, pooling saliva on my tongue and diving deep so the tip of your cock reaches the sticky place at the back of my throat.  I long to wrap my hands around your hips but instead i work a few fingers behind your cock, working to keep my jaw relaxed as I do so.

You groan.

I glance up at you to find I meet your gaze.  Your face is set in concentration to remain standing. “More” you demand.

I brace myself against you with my feet, letting your cock pull almost completely out of my mouth before catching and sliding back down.  You push too deep and I gag, pull back.

“Yes you can” you tell me, yanking my face back into position.  You shove your cock further down my throat.  I jerk but you hold me there until I calm, and after a moment your release my head.

“Kiss it and do it again.”

I sit up to readjust my balance.  I look at your cock, gleaming with my spit.  I glance up at you, slightly more hesitant than before.  I kiss the tip of your cock and wrap my lips around the head, softly using my teeth to shove it against your clit.  ”That’s a good slut” you say, groaning.

“Go ahead.”

I slack my jaw and push down on you as far as I can, releasing only to do it again.  i build back up a rhythm until you grasp the back of my head again and hold me down.  I recoil slightly. “Breathe,” you remind me.  I relax, flattening my tongue as much as possible.

Unsupported, you can’t find quite the right angle.  ”Off” you say in the same moment as you shove me backward.  I fall over and you grab the tail still attached to my wrists.  I scramble to follow.

You pull me to my feet and shove me backward at the bed.  I jump up.  You grab my ankles and jerk me to the edge, shoving your cock head to hilt into my cunt.  i groan and arch into you as you start building long, slow, deep thrusts.

“Thank you Sir” I mumble between breaths.

You lean over me, your hands gripped on my shoulders and your breath on my chest.  You bite a nipple, the sharp pain jolting my nerves.  I fumble with my hands, not knowing what to do because i can’t grab hold of anything but myself.

As we rock together you shove two fingers in my mouth, letting me suck them as i had your cock.  With each thrust i open a bit more for you.  i relax into the mattress, feeling every breath and moan shuddering through your body.

You pull your fingers out of my mouth and replace them with a bandana.  You yank my head up and whisper in my ear “yes my good slut, that’s a good fuckhole.  Want me to fill all your holes today?”